#goodbye to Abby’s ghost

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

Can’t say I’ve ever really heard a song that was SO fitting for a character that I needed to say it was theirs before. With that being said,, Evan Buckley OWNS “what do you want” by Benson Boone

[cxrdycxps]

Knowing Me Like You Do • Abby Anderson

☢️ pwp • sex as a distraction • slight pussy slapping • biting • love bites • what could be described as a panic attack in the beginning • shower sex • kind of public surroundings but no one is there ☢️

Main Masterlist • Abby Anderson Masterlist

Your head pressed against the cool ceramic tile and you used it to ground your racing heart. Your patrol had been a close one today and your heart still hadn’t gotten the message that the danger was gone. Two of the other decontamination showers were also running and you thanked whatever deity that listened for Manny and Nora for having your back today.

You inhaled deeply and let your exhale out between puckered lips, trying to regain control of your emotions. The left over adrenaline was lighting up your nervous system and it was making you jittery, your body shaking even under the warm water.

You have yourself a perfunctory scrub with the anti-fungal soap and listened as one shower turned off and then the other. Manny called his goodbyes first and Nora followed a minute later reminding you to eat before you slept to combat the adrenaline crash.

You weren’t sure if you had answered her. You weren’t sure if you were contained within your skin or if you had burst open like the flesh of the bloater you had encountered earlier.

“Baby?” You jumped when the soft voice spoke, had gentle hand reaching out to your hip. “You gotta be clean by now.”

“Abby.” You sighed, relaxing back into her arms. She pulled you against her, skin on skin. She had stripped down to join you. Your nerve endings were alight but the familiar touch was a soothing balm to them. “You’re here.”

“I met Nora in the canteen. I didn’t realize you guys were back tonight.” She was rocking you slowly, one hand stroking back and forth across your stomach. “She said it was a rough one?”

“Abby, make me forget.” You whispered, your head falling back on her shoulder, turning to press your lips to her neck. “Please.”

“Mm for now I will. But we’re talking later.” She whispered against your skin, twisting her neck to kiss you. You let your eyes close and forced yourself to only feel her.

Every place where your skin pressed together felt like heaven to you. Your heart stopped racing, your breathing came easier. A heavy fog settled over your thoughts that narrowed everything down to her.

She kissed you gently, letting it build when you opened your mouth to the press of her tongue. She let one hand wrap around your waist while the other travelled over you skin, her fingers dragging against you, slippy from the water of the shower.

Her finger ghosted up your arm, across your collarbone and back down your sternum. When you whined against her lips she only shushed you with a breath before kissing you again. Her fingers tracing the bottom of your ribs.

With the same gentle touch she traced back up to your chest and down to brush barely there touches against your nipples, trading back and forth so that you didn’t know where she’d touch you next. “That’s it, there’s my Baby.”

When you melted against her she let her touch turn rougher, pinching and pulling now instead of just tracing. You whined against her mouth and she nipped at you bottom lip sharply. “Take what you’re given.”

The hand around your waist took in the ghosting touch, tracing the crease of your groin and then trailing through the coarse curls to the other side. You writhed against her and she groaned, abandoning her touch to grip your hip tightly and grind herself against your ass. “You behave or I’ll get myself off, dry you off and bring you back to the room horny.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” You challenged, grabbing her hand and bringing it away from your chest and sliding it down your stomach. She didn’t resist when you traced one of her fingers through your folds. “Get me off.”

Abby chuckled against the skin of your neck, teeth nipping lightly. You knew she wouldn’t deny you, she hadn’t got it in her. She believed in instant gratification. She got her kicks from getting you to cum. Teasing didn’t appeal to her and you knew her well enough to know that her threats were empty.

You gasped when her middle finger rubbed tight circles against your clit. She always knew what you needed. Sometimes she knew the only thing that would get you off would be her tongue, loose and sloppy. Some days you needed her strap with a longing so hard it physically hurt.

But sometimes the desperation was so sharp that anything more than her finger on your clit would ruin it all, knock you out of your head. You wound one arm up to wrap around her head, fisting her hair tightly. “Right fucking there.”

She laughed against your neck again, her index finger joining her middle finger. She stopped with the circles and just rubbed left to right and back again with enough pressure that your body jerked against her. “When we go back to the room you’re sitting on my face. I swear, Abby.”

“When we get back to the room you’ll pass out. When you wake I’ll sit on your face.” She promised, sucking on the skin of your neck and you knew you’d get shit for it tomorrow but right now it felt so good you just let it happen. “You’re so tense, let it go.”

Your jaw clenched and you ground your teeth but shook your head. You weren’t there yet, it wasn’t quite right. Something was missing. “Not yet.”

Abby laughed against the junction of your neck and shoulder, the pressure of her fingers increasing. You were writhing against her, right one the edge when her fingers withdrew for a second, her hand slapping down against your clit at the same second she bit into your flesh.

You were glad the showers had emptied when you screamed and a second slap followed before her two fingers were back to the swiping pressure. “Fucking cum. Now.”

You did as told, moaning loudly and collapsing back against her. Your body shook with the force for your orgasm and you gasped for breath. “Fucking love you.”

“I know you do. I love you too, baby. Now let’s get you dry and fed so you can sleep.”

[misserabella]

i want to hear you scream

tsunderes abby and ellie! x fem! reader

synopsis; strange and gory murders have been going on in your town. it’s one night alone at your home that you discover the reason behind this slashers, and the identity of those behind the mask.

cw; +18 content, minors dni!!, murders of characters, description of stabbing and gore, slashers, knives, blood, death of fictional characters, chasing, fear, kissing, making out sessions, dirty talking, teasing, pleading and begging, prey kink (?), use of y/n (i’m sorry but it was needed) but mostly of nicknames like doll, princess and baby, threats, knife kink (?), dom! abby and ellie x sub! reader, nipple and boob play, fingering, face riding, oral sex (r and abby receiving), strap on use (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, spanking, choking, sick obsession, abby and ellie are tsunderes for reader, abby and ellie make out (😍), degradation and praise, praise kink, cum eating, ellie and abby use reader like a toy…

a/n; i’ve spent three days on this. it’s been hard and i hope all of you really like this halloween special. have lots of fun and be safe this halloween! love you! also special thanks to @atomicami and @abbyscherry for cheering me up so much ily!!!🩷

“this is so horrible…” you told your best friend dina as you watched the news. harry, a guy from your high school had been murdered. he was the fourth victim in the hands of this terrible murderer called ghost face. your high school had cancelled its classes in hope to make its students safer, to no avail and luck it seemed, since every morning a new body appeared.

“shit! he gutted him up!” dina yelled, eyes widened as she stared at the screen, now showing harry with his abdomen open, intestines hanging and in full display. you looked away, incapable to look.

“why a he? it could be a girl.” you said, and dina looked at you.

“could you gut a guy up? are you the killer?!” she jumped and you shook your head.

“i slept with you last night!”

“maybe you snuck out and killed harry!” you frowned.

“why would i do that?”

“for how he treated you last year, remember? when you turned him down and then went bragging about having fucked you and saying ‘how much of a slut you were’.” she explained. “it seems reasonable to me.”

“you’re right… and you’re next!” you screamed as you jumped on her, making her laugh as you tickled her.

“okay, okay! i surrender!” she struggled in between chuckles and you pulled away, letting her breath.

that was when your phone pinged with a new notification. you sighed when you saw who it was coming from.

“who’s that?” dina inquired, peeking from your side to get a glimpse of the screen. “ugh. liam? again?! he is fucking obsessed.”

“i know. i don’t know why he keeps trying. i already told him i don’t go for boys but he won’t stop.” you rolled your eyes, leaving your phone aside. “by the way, didn’t you have to go meet up with jesse?” you remembered, to what your friend gasped.

“oh my god i’m so late!!!” she jumped out of the couch, putting on her shoes. “when are your parents getting home?” she asked.

“not for another couple of days.”

“wait. should i stay with you? i’m not sure you should be left alone… do you want me to stay?” you shook your head.

“no! no! i’ll be alright. i promise.” she didn’t move, to why you got up and pushed her slightly so she’d start moving towards the door. “go! jesse is waiting for you.”

she groaned. “okay! but promise me you’ll stay safe!” she said and you nodded, opening the door for her, your fuzzy socks against the hardwood floor.

“i promise. you too please.” she nodded, and gave you a tight hug.

“lock the doors!” she yelled as she made her way back to her car.

“don’t trust the love interest!” you yelled back and she funnily looked at you, rolling her eyes.

you waved at her goodbye and watched her drive away before closing your front door and locking it. you cheeked every door and window of your house, making sure they were closed.

you went back to the salon, getting snacks on the way to scroll through the different options of movies you had to spend your time with. you went ahead and picked one horror one, it was october after all.

you were mid-film when your phone lighted up with another notification from liam.

you rolled your eyes, taking a peek at the later and most recent messages he had sent you.

you frowned.

“what?” you muttered to yourself. was this a joke? was he playing with you?

next thing you knew your phone was ringing, liam’s name on your screen. you picked it up, an unknown voice coming through the phone. it was not liam.

“hello, y/n.”

“who’s this? where’s liam?” you heard a chuckle.

“asking about a man while talking to me? now you might make me jealous…” “liam can’t come to the phone right now. he’s… indisposed.” you looked out your windows, you could feel someone watching you. it was making your skin crawl. “what are you looking for, hm?”

“i’m gonna call the police.” you nervously said, and heard a laughter.

“ending our little play date so soon? we haven’t even played yet. do you want to play a game, y/n?” you were growing paler by the minute, your skin shining in a cold sweat.

you quickly hung up the phone, calling dina instead.

“come on, come on…” you muttered as it rang. “pick up, pick up!” you sighed when she finally did. “oh thank god, dina! there’s something wrong! i think there’s someone…” but all your words died on your throat when that same voice came though the line.

“did i tell you you could hang up on me?” this time it was rougher. your phone received a video, in which you could see dina and jesse laughing and eating popcorn. “dina seems pretty happy tonight, hanging with her little boyfriend. she really shouldn’t leave her phone lying around for anyone to clone…”

“what do you want?” you sacredly asked, throat dry.

“i told you, i want to play a game. horror movie trivia, three rounds. you call the cops, she and her boyfriend die. you get a question wrong, they die. i can be in that room in 15 seconds. you want a warm up question?” you were sobbing by the time.

“i don’t know much about horror movies!” you pleaded, hearing a chuckle.

“poor thing…” “in the fist stab movies, what woodsboro native was introduced as the franchise’s main character?” the killer completely ignored you, starting the game.

you though for a moment before the answer came up to your mind. “it’s sidney prescott!” you sniffled, quickly talking. “it’s sidney prescott and she lived on elm.”

“correct!” the voice cheered. “you see? you’re gonna do great at this! okay, question one—“

you frowned, quickly cutting them up.

“no, no, no, no… i got that one right. it should count.”

“that was your warm up question, sweet thing, anyone could have gotten that one right, it’s easy. sidney’s in every movie but the last one.” “question one. who wrote the book the shining?” the killer inquired and you quickly answered. you knew that one.

“stephen king!”

“correct. dina and jesse might live to see the sunrise.” “question two. how many people died at the hand of jason in the first friday the 13th movie?” your eyes widened.

“um… um…” shitshitshit.

“times ticking…”

you quickly left the call and entered google, searching the answer. once you came up with it with shaky hands, you answered.

“none.”

“correct! you seemed to pull that one off. let’s move to the last question…” “what is the number one rule on randy’s list for surviving a horror movie in scream?”

your face fell. “i…”

you didn’t know.

you were trying to find the answer but nothing was coming up. why was there nothing coming up?!

“no answer?” you swallowed your tears as you walked to the kitchen, taking a knife. you were getting ready for what’s coming.

“fuck you.” you spat, and heard a chuckle once again.

“close… but wrong. now, you might be able to answer to this one… am i inside the house or out?” your blood ran cold. suddenly, you heard a creek of the floor wood, and when you turned around, there it was, black eyes and white face staring at you in a scream.

you shrieked, and ran, hearing quick footsteps behind you. you ran was quickly as you could towards the entry door, which stood open, handle jammed, but before you could reach a couple of arms were engulfing you in a tight grip, and your knife was clattering on the floor.

you screamed, trying to fight off the masked killer, punching and kicking them as hard as you could, to no avail. they were too strong.

“shh, shh, that’s harsh baby. treating me so badly when the only thing i’ve done is treat you so right…” the modulated voice whispered on your ear, pulling you with them to your living room. “i even brought you a present!” the killer said, and in a blink the lights to your garden were on, showing who seemed to be liam tied to a chair, eyes widening in terror when he saw you, trying to free himself from the restraints, and scream thought the tape shutting his mouth.

but what really made your heart jump was the other ghost face standing beside him, who crooked their head to the side. “what’s the matter, y/n? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“there are…, two?” you inquired to yourself in disbelief, in fear. this made a lot of sense to why they couldn’t find the culprit to all these murders.

“oh, sweetheart, there’re always two.” the ghostface holding you muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “what do you have to say about your present, hm? isn’t it pretty?” your eyes drifted back to liam, who was already staring at you with a terrified look in his eyes. he looked beat up, nose broken and one of his eyes puffy and turning purple.

you felt your eyes pricking with tears at the thought that you could be next. “what do you want?” you wobbly inquired.

“you don’t like it? we did it just for you. we know how much he’s been nagging you. poor brain dead boy can’t take a hint.” liam grunted when the ghostface beside him gave him a smack in the head.

“we also found out something you’d like to see…” the ghostface behind you said, pressing the knife against your throat just a little tighter so you wouldn’t move as they freed you from one of their arms, their gloved hand dipping inside the pockets of their dark cloak and pulling out a hand of pictures. “why don’t you take a look?” your eyes drifted to the pictures they were handing you. they were all of you. in high school, at your home, sleeping, with your friends…

“what… what is this?” your fear coated voice asked, and the other ghost face chuckled.

“why don’t you ask, liam? caught him rubbing one out to them. seems like he likes you a little bit too much.” your eyes widened in horror. he had been stalking you?

“that’s a little bit serial killer of you, liam…” the ghostface behind you sarcastically said, clicking their tongue.

“liam…?” you called for him, and the other ghostface pulled the tape off of his mouth.

“i… i’m sorry! i couldn’t help it!” you felt sick to your stomach, the urge to puke deep in your throat. he stopped talking as the ghostface punched him in the face.

“fucking disgusting…” liam grunted when they took him by the hair, a knife on his throat. “you make me want to gut you up, like all those other pigs and bitches before you. they had it fucking coming by trying to hurt her, fuck her.” your heart seemed to stop, your eyes widened.

“wait…” you looked as pale as a ghost, blood frozen in your veins. “you did all of this… killed all of them… for me?” you suddenly stopped feeling those warm arms around you, letting you free. you were in shock, stuck in place.

“you seem surprised.” the ghostface beside you cocked their head, waving their knife. “what? couldn’t expect someone would kill for you? oh baby, we would do anything for you.” they walked away from you and towards the other ghostface. “sarah martins. bullied you all the way through your first years of high school. she made you so unhappy… we couldn’t let her get away with it.” they said. “bitch died like a fucking pussy, calling for her mommy.” they snickered.

“cole brown.” the other ghostface, who now you could see was much broader and taller than the one that had been holding you spoke. “really thought making fun of you at prom was ‘cool’. cool was the way his face caved in when i dug my fucking axe into his brains.”

“sarah smith. that bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut, speaking badly of you to everyone. i made her eat shit, and then, her own puke before i turned her into a fucking strainer.”

“harry davis. sour motherfucker. couldn’t fuck you so he had to lie about it. gutted him like a fish.”

“and lastly, you…” the taller ghostface took liam’s face with one of their big hands. “what should we do with you?”

“let’s just finish him off already, i’m getting bored.” the other said, lifting their knife.

they had killed them all… for you. because they… loved you?

“who are you?” you inquired, the masks both looking back at you. you could almost feel their smirks.

“look at her. isn’t she cute? we killed 4 people for her and she’s already in deep.” the ghostface laughed. “is that it sweet thing? that’s why you ain’t running? you liked that we hurt these people for you?” you shook your head.

“no, i-“

“i think you do. i think you’re getting off on this. having someone so obsessed with you that they’d kill those that had hurt you.“

“that’s not true!”

“what makes you think you couldn’t be next?” the other asked, stepping closer to you, and you took a step back, their big figure intimidating.

“you love me.” you said, and they sighed.

“that i do. but that doesn’t mean that i couldn’t hurt you.” you took a glimpse at the knife in their hands. “do you want me to hurt you?” your legs shook. you could feel the eyes behind the mask trailing down your body, covered by your skimpy little pijama. “answer me.” the killer ordered, but you could only focus on the dragging of their knife up your stomach, slowly.

“no.”

“liar.” you shivered, gasping when a hand circled your neck.

“what do you want from me…?”

“you know what we want.” you gulped, thighs squeezing against the other. “and you seem to want it too.” you unconsciously bit down on your lip. why was this strangely turning you on? they were killers for god sakes, you should be calling the cops, running as far as you could. but suddenly they were pushing away. “but first… we need to take care of our little friend here.” they went back to liam, who looked terrified.

“please, please let me go, i won’t do it again!” he begged, and the other ghostface groaned.

“ugh. hate it when they start begging.” they said before stabbing him in the stomach, making him yelp in pain. you gasped, hands going up to your mouth as you watched the blood starting to pour down onto the floor of your patio. “don’t you get it?” they inquired, pressing the knife to his temple. “you’re not getting out of here alive.”

“no, please!” another stab, this time coming from the ghostface that had come up to you moments ago.

“should’ve thought it twice before messing with our girl.”

our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl.

you were their girl.

another stab.

and another.

and another.

you could just stand there and watch as blood sputtered from liam’s lip, as the life slowly left his eyes and he bled to death. one final slice to the throat was what finally ended his suffering, cascades of blood trailing down his neck and chest as he tried to breath in gurgles. with one last shaky breath, he was gone.

“one more, one less.” one of them said, before the two of them turned towards you, white masks splattered in blood. “now… what should we do with you?” you shivered as they stepped closer, you could feel their intense gaze on you.

“such a pretty little thing… look at her. i’ve waited for this moment for so long…”

they were caging you in between them and the exterior wall of your home like predators would with their prey. they thrived on this, on your terror, on this little sick game of theirs.

you gasped when your back hit the wall, cold surface against your burning skin. then, their hands were on you, and you were in flames. your skin grew in goosebumps.

“so beautiful…” you watched as the taller one took off their bloody gloves, one of their warm strong hands cupping your cheek. “can’t stain such a pretty thing with their filthy blood, right?” “now. why don’t you tell us what you want, hm?”

“your faces. i want to see your faces.” you begged, hands shaking.

“whatever my girl wants.” the other said, before raising their still gloved hands towards their mask, the one touching you did the same, and at the same time they let them fall onto the floor.

all breath left your lungs. they were beautiful. like angels of death that had come knocking down on your door. you were mesmerized. blonde strands with the bluest eyes staring into your soul, along with green ones with auburn hair that would shine like fire under the sun. you were mesmerized.

the freckled girl chuckled, her now naked hands taking your chin. “look at her, like a deer in dead lights. like what you see, baby?” your cheeks flushed. you did. you tried to look away, but there was the tall blonde to stop you, her hand back against your cheek.

“aw, don’t go and get shy on us now. you better answer ellie, princess.”

ellie. the green eyed was called ellie.

“i do.” you said, and their smirks only grew more.

“i bet you do, hm?” ellie hummed, her thumb pressing against your bottom lip, caressing it. “you know. i’m so tired due to all the killing and all… treated you so good… i think we deserve a thank you, don’t you think doll?” you nodded. god. her voice was doing things to you.

“thank you.” you breathed out, but she clicked her tongue.

“come on, i think you can do better than that, hm?” she stared at your lips, thumb pulling from your bottom one, and you gulped. you knew what she wanted. you nodded, and she smiled, wetting her own with her tongue as she leant in. you couldn’t help but stare at her lips due to that gesture, slowly closing the distance in between the two of you until her lips were on yours. she groaned, and your whole body shivered. it didn’t take long until her tongue was pushing inside your mouth, and you whimpered, your eyes closed shut as you kissed her back. once she pulled away, there was a string of spit connecting both of your lips. she licked at your bottom lip to get rid of it, making you slightly moan. “good girl.” she praised, and your cunt throbbed. “now, why don’t you thank abby, hm? don’t want her to get jealous.”

abby. ellie and abby. why did their names have to be as pretty as them?

abby bit down on her bottom lip, cunt throbbing at your half lidded eyes, dazed face and swollen reddish lips. she wanted to eat you whole. she didn’t waste time in pulling you by your waist, warm tongue inside your mouth as your hands clasped on her strong broad shoulders. they kissed so good… the kiss quickly escalated. she was hungry. you moaned against her lips as her hands took your ass, squeezing, pulling impossibly closer. “abby…” you sighed when you felt her lips on her neck.

“fuck. sounds even better than i expected.” she muttered, her name sounded heavenly if it came from your lips.

“now i’m the one getting jealous.” ellie said with a a smirk on her lips, obviously enjoying the little show you two where giving her. you pulled from her cloak closer, and her eyes fell as she leant in when you did, searching her lips once again. “oh, yeah?” her eyebrows arched and you nodded, kissing her. this time she wasn’t as soft as the first time, biting down on your bottom lip as your hands dipped in her auburn hair. she hummed. this was heaven. ellie’s lips on your own and abby’s on your neck, sucking bruises that you won’t even bother to cover —it’s not as if they’d let you—. suddenly ellie’s hands were on your boobs, and your back arched, her fingers pinching your nipples. “let’s go to your room, hm?” you nodded, fucked out look on your face, and took one of their hands in between your own to drag them upstairs.

you were on the bed as soon as you were stepping into your room, abby and ellie taking their cloaks of to show their jeans and wife beaters, along with the bulges resting in between their thighs. your mouth watered, and ellie chuckled.

“my eyes are up here, doll.” you blushed.

“needy little thing, you just need a good fuck, don’t you?” abby’s sultry voice went straight to your cunt, and you moaned, nodding. “of course you do, look at you. i bet that little pussy of yours is soaked, isn’t it?” you bit down on your lip, and nodded again. “why don’t you show us, baby?” suddenly, you felt exposed, their gazes on you making you shiver. you slowly took of your shorts, along with your cotton panties, which were now drenched in your slick. your whole body was burning by the time your thighs parted, your cunt on full display for the pair, who groaned at the same time. “open up for me, princess.” she muttered, eyes unable to move away from your soaked folds. you complied, two of your fingers dipping in between them to pull them apart, slick keeping them connected, and show your twitching entrance and puffy little clit.

“fuuuuck.” ellie moaned, one of her hands coming down to her crotch to palm herself, the back of her strap rubbing her own throbbing clit. “good girl.” she praised, and you whimpered, your hole twitching in need.

“please…” you begged.

“what do you want, princess? tell us and we’ll give it to you.” abby said.

“i want you. i want you to fuck me.” that was their breaking point. ‘cause who were they to say no to something they’ve been dreaming about for years. they were on you in a blink. hands all over your body. abby’s fingers dipped in between your folds, ellie’s hands got rid of your shirt, leaving you completely exposed and naked for them, and took a hold of your tits. your back arched, maybe at the tight circles abby was drawing on your clit, maybe at the feeling of ellie’s lips and tongue on your sensitive nipples. a pornographic drawn out moan left your lips, your eyes squeezing shut. “fuck.” you cried out. you’ve never felt like this. you’ve never been this wet.

“so fucking soaked, you’re desperate for it, huh?” abby groaned, and ellie bit down on your nipple. “gonna stuff this pretty pussy up.” you moaned.

“you want abby to fuck you baby? want her to stretch you open on her cock?” ellie taunted you. you nodded, and she smirked. “of course you do… why don’t you get on your hands and knees for us, hm?” your legs were quivering, arms wobbly as you pushed yourself to the position she had asked for, exposing your ass and wet cunt to the hungry eyes of abby, whose hands came down to squeeze your ass cheeks, making you whine. ellie’s thumb caressed your bottom lip, slightly pushing inside your mouth. “open.” she ordered, and your mouth fell ajar for her. “more.” you gagged as she pushed down on your tongue. “thaaat’s it.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a moan ripped your throat when you felt abby’s tongue licking a fat strip up in between your slick folds.

“fuck. tastes so good.” abby groaned, her fingers digging in your ass to push you back against her face.

you were in a daze, spit dribbling down your chin as abby ate you out.

“now. you’re gonna take whatever abby’s gonna give you while i fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, understood?” you nodded, and her thumb left your mouth so her hands would reach her crotch and unzip her jeans. she wasn’t wearing any underwear, just her black strap, which hung low on her hips once she got rid of her pants. you gulped. it was fucking huge. “open up for me, doll.” you complied, moans leaving your throat due to abby’s administrations. she was eating you out like a starved woman, tongue buried in your hole, slurping to every tiny drop you’d give her.

soon enough ellie was sliding down your throat, slowly. “atta girl. nice and deep.” and you tried your best to take it, to not choke and gag. but a harsh deep thrust made you, and ellie couldn’t love it more. “fuck that’s it. choke on my cock, baby.” she groaned. the sight was heavenly.

but you were the one in heaven. abby’s lips were around your clit, sucking, as one of her fingers probed inside your cunt, making you whimper. ellie continued her thrusts down your throat, making spit dribble down your chin towards your breasts. your back was arched in pleasure, your eyes watery. you were so turned on that you knew you wouldn’t last.

abby pushed another finger in, fucking them in and out of you, her thick fingers perfectly hitting your g spot. you were a moaning mess, doe eyes heavy as you stared up at ellie. “fuck. i want to fucking ruin you.” she muttered through gritted teeth, her hips snapping harder. you whimpered, your cunt clenching around abby’s fingers. you were gonna cum.

“you’re gonna cum baby? gonna soak my face?” you nodded around ellie’s cock, moaning. “go ahead, let me see this pretty pussy drip for me.” when her lips went back to your clit sucking, you felt it hit you. your walls squeezed around her fingers as you moaned, tears falling down your cheeks as abby fucked you through it, walls pulsing and soaking her digits in a creamy white that dripped down your seam. she sucked you clean, licking her fingers as she pushed them inside her mouth once you were done.

your ears picked up on the sound of a flyer opening, and your cunt throbbed. your back arched when you felt the tip of her strap gliding through your puffy folds. you whined.

“can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy, fuck.” she groaned. “gonna fill you up so good baby, gonna stretch you and mold you to my cock.” you nodded around ellie’s dick, whimpering.

“look at her, she’s begging for it.” she chuckled. “you better give it to her, abby.” she didn’t have to say it twice before she was pushing inside of you, all breath leaving your lungs. she was so fucking big.

“that’s it princess, open up for me. taking my cock so good. pussy so hungry for it…” you moaned, trying to relax so you could fit it all inside. you moaned when she finally thrusted herself inside your warm walls, a squelch filling the room along with abby’s grunt. the strap rubbed perfectly her puffy clit.

she pulled out just to thrust inside once again, and your back arched.

“good girl. you’re being such a good girl letting us use you like this…” one of ellie’s hands came down onto your head, slim fingers lacing on your hair.

“pussy so good is swallowing me all up. you like my cock baby? like it?” she groaned, snapping harshly her hips against your ass. you screamed, gagging around ellie’s dick.

they were harshly fucking you now, taking everything they could from you. you were gagging and moaning non stop, your mind feeling dizzy due to the lack of air.

every thrust hit your g spot, one of abby’s hands, that had been gripping your hips hardly enough to leave bruises, coming down in between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit. you tried to wiggle your way away from her touch, but her other hand came down onto your ass in a slap. “don’t run away from me.” she ordered and you whimpered. ellie pulled out of your mouth, and since she no longer was grabbing you by your hair, your arms wobbled, letting you fall against the duvet.

“look at you…” she cooed. “used like a fucking toy, hm?” she chuckled. moans spilled from your lips with every one of abby’s thrusts your sore nipples rubbing against the sheets at the strength of the snaps of her hips. “get up. we’re not done with you yet.” she pulled you up by your hair again, abby’s free hand and arm holding you form your stomach to pull you closer against her chest, making her cock slip deeper inside of you. you cried out.

“too much. ‘s too much!” you slurred.

“fuck abby, i can see your cock in her.” ellie moaned, biting down on her lip at the sight of abby’s strap poking through the skin of your stomach in a bulge. ellie’s hand took the place of abby’s against your clit so the blonde could drag you down harder on her dick. she was kissing your fucking cervix.

“i’m so deep in her she can’t even speak.” the other chuckled, groaning and grunting with each snap of her hips against you.

“i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum. i’m cumming.” you cried, fat tears spilling from your watery doe eyes.

“yeah? gonna give us another one, baby?” you nodded, moaning non stop. “of course you are. go ahead, baby. i wanna hear you scream.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your second orgasm of the night hit you. you were drowning on it, screaming, gasping on ellie’s mouth as she hungrily and wetly kissed you. you tried to kiss her back in between cries and moans to no avail, your tongue messily sliding against her own.

“good girl. good. fucking. girl.” abby groaned with each thrust, fucking all your cum out of your cunt.

once you came down from it, you were panting heavily, body completely limp in between abby’s arms.

ellie’s hand surrounded your neck, biting on your bottom lip. “you think you can give me one more, baby? gonna let me fuck you, hm?”

“i can’t cum anymore…” you cried, and she cooed.

“aw… aren’t you cute.” she falsely pouted. “that’s something for me to decide.” you whimpered. oh fuck, why was your clit throbbing again? “here’s what we’re gonna do.” she squeezed your neck, making you gasp. “you’re gonna open your fucking legs for me and take my cock while you eat abby out, hm? i think she deserves a little thank you for fucking you up so good, don’t you think?” you nodded and she smiled. “that’s my girl.” you whined as abby pulled out of you, the emptiness in between your thighs making you shudder and whimper.

“shhhh, don’t worry baby. ellie’s gonna fuck you real good.” she whispered, slightly pushing you so you would lay on your back on the sheets. you watched as she unclasped her strap, showing her blonde mound and shiny lips. your mouth watered. “gonna be good for me and make me cum?” you nodded, and she crept her way up your body until your face stood below and between her thighs. you moaned, shiny eyes glued to her perfect pussy. your hands gripped her strong thighs as you felt ellie’s hands part your own to get in between them.

abby lowered herself on your face, moaning when your tongue came out of your mouth to lick a strip up her clit from her leaking hole. you cried out. fuck. she tasted so good. abby groaned at the way you lapped at her slick, starved. “so fucking needy. you like my pussy baby?” you nodded, humming and moaning against her as you suckled on her clit. one of her hands came down on your hair, gripping it. you pulled away from her when you felt ellie entering you in a harsh and quick thrust, making you scream.

“fuck. she’s so tight…” she grunted. “she’s milking my fucking cock.” she thrusted inside, and you moaned, but abby pulled you back to her cunt.

“come on baby. use that pretty mouth of yours.” she grunted, her hips bucking against your tongue. you flattened it so she could ride your face. “that’s it. stick your tongue out for me. oh fuck.” she moaned.

your mind was fuzzy, your pussy drooling around ellie‘s cock.

your back arched. you were feeling so good. they were fucking you so good.

“my pretty little doll, hm? aren’t you baby?” abby groaned, watching as you sucked on her clit, your moans and whimpers driving her closer to her orgasm. “eating my pussy so good. you love it don’t you? love it that ellie and me are using you to cum like a little toy, huh? of course you do. fuck.” she moaned. your eyes opened, and you almost came at the sight of abby and ellie making out on top of you. the blonde’s head was turned to the side as ellie leaned forwards, hungrily kissing her in between groans and moans. you cried out.

“look at her, she likes it.” ellie chuckled, and abby looked at you, a smirk on her lips.

you moaned, watching as ellie kissed at abby’s neck.

“oh, she loves it.” abby teased you, ellie giving you a specially harsh thrust as her hands grasped at abby’s breasts, her hips slamming against yours, making the wet squelches of your pussy fill the room. “she’s fucking soaked.” she chuckled.

“then let’s give her a good show, hm?” ellie muttered against her lips, and abby harshly kissed her, making ellie moan.

you whimpered, watching as they made out on top of you, abby fucking your face. the kiss was hungry and angry, all tongue and teeth as abby pulled at ellie’s hair, making her fuck you harsher and faster. she was approaching her orgasm.

“i’m close.” abby groaned, snapping her hips harder against your mouth.

“me too, fuck. gonna cum so hard.” she gasped, and you moaned. “seems like she’s gonna cum too.” she smirked.

“you gonna cum, doll? gonna cream ellie’s cock?” you nodded, and abby moaned at the feeling of your nose bumping against your clit, pulling at your hair. “shit. go ahead baby, cum for us.” you moaned, your nails digging on her thighs as your own shook, your cunt pulsing as you came. you felt short of air, falling apart. you were fucking squirting. making a mess of the sheets and her cock.

“gonna fill you up. gonna fill this pussy up, fuck!” ellie groaned in between sloppy thrusts, finally cumming against her strap. abby didn’t take long to cream all over your tongue in a moan, thrusting her hips against your mouth to ride it out.

you were crying of overstimulation as they used you to fuck themselves through it.

when they finally stopped you felt boneless, completely spent. abby pulled away from your mouth, hearing a cry at the loss of ellie’s cock as she too pulled out of your drooling cunt. your cum had stained the bed sheets.

“poor thing. she’s completely fucked out.” ellie cooed, caressing your cheek.

“don’t worry baby. we’ll take care of you.” abby said. your vision was starting to blur, the exhaustion taking over your body. “we’ll always take care of you.” she promised. and with that, you passed out, feeling safe in between the arms of death.

-

a/n; 👻

[elliespassagerprincess]

Can we please get some milf Abby or Ellie the lesbians who like older women are in a drought

💘

Headcannons: milf!abby anderson x reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

☆ Milf Abby who was divorced and who had full custody of her 4-year-old daughter.

☆ Milf Abby who worked as a lawyer and got her daughter into the best schools.

☆ Milf Abby who went to a parent teacher meeting, to meet her daughters’ new teacher.

☆ Milf Abby who met you for the first time and thought you were the prettiest thing she’d ever seen.

☆ Milf Abby who stood behind everyone else because you made her shy.

☆ Milf Abby whose palms felt sweaty when you walked close to the direction where she was standing.

☆ Milf Abby whose heart rate increased when you asked the parents “any questions?” with a smile.

☆ Milf Abby who went home that night and stared at the ceiling because she just saw an angel.

☆ Milf Abby who asks her daughter about you the next morning.

“What’s she like?” Abby asked as she placed the plate of scrambled eggs in front of Aubrey.

“she’s nice” the little girl started. “she always likes my drawings, and she tells funny stories!”

A small smile appeared on Abby’s face.

Pretty and funny, huh?

“she’s pretty too” Aubrey said with her mouth full off eggs. Abby chuckled at that.

“Your right baby, she is”

☆ Milf Abby who almost shit herself when Aubrey told you that she finds you pretty.

“You did what?” Abby said frantically.

“I told my teacher that you said she was pretty”

Abby groaned, her large hand coming to rub her temples.

“Baby you aren’t supposed to tell that to people, it was a secret”

“Yeah, it was red ones”

“But Heathers dad brought her flowers, and that’s not a secret”

“what?”

“roses?”

“I think so” she spoke

☆ Milf Abby who gets jealous even though she barley knows anything about you.

☆ Milf Abby who watches Heathers dad bring you snacks almost daily when she picks up Aubrey.

☆ Milf Abby who wants to vomit every time you smile at him.

☆ Milf Abby who realizes she had to make a move.

☆ Milf Abby who was nervous because it’s been a while since she’s asked someone on a date.

☆ Milf Abby who writes you a letter and sends it with her daughter.

“My mommy sent you this” Aubrey ran to you with a white envelope. You thanked her, as you opened the letter, eyes widening at what it had to say:

“Hi, are you Tennessee because you’re the only ten I see.

I’m sorry I know that was inappropriate I didn’t know what to say.

Would you like to go on a date with me? I promise no cheesy pickup lines”

☆ Milf Abby who almost jumps out of her car when she sees you walking towards her.

☆ Milf Abby who rolls down the window and tries to act cool.

“Sup” she said, but soon cringed.

You giggled “I’d love to go on a date with you Miss Anderson”

“Call me Abby”

“Abby… I’d love to go out with you”

A grin spread onto the blondes face.

“Friday?”

“Friday”

☆ Milf Abby who fist bumps the air because she’s just that excited.

☆ Milf Abby who almost cancelled because she was so nervous.

☆ Milf Abby who asks her 4-year-old outfit advice.

“What about this?”

“No”

“Aubrey you can’t keep saying no”

“But I don’t like it”

☆ Milf Abby who kisses her daughter goodbye as she bought you a bigger bouquet of roses.

☆ Milf Abby who takes you to a fancy restaurant to impress you.

☆ Milf Abby who finds out you were 20 years younger than her.

Abby blinked a couple of times at the information.

“26?”

“yeah… do I not look my age you?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You really don’t”

☆ Milf Abby who enjoys the date more than she intended to.

☆ Milf Abby who almost combusts when you gave her a kiss on the cheek.

☆ Milf Abby who goes home that night in denial that she liked someone so young.

Age is nothing but a number, but you were years younger. What were you doing with someone like her? Why her? Why not someone your age? What happens if Abby grows so old that you become bored?

☆ Milf Abby who ghosts you for 5 months.

☆ Milf Abby who avoids looking at you when she gets her daughter from school.

☆ Milf Abby who ignores your texts because she thought you deserve someone better.

☆ Milf Abby’s daughter who gave her an awaking.

“Can you stop crying at night mommy? It makes noise”

Abby looked up from the stove.

“you hear that?”

“Yes”

A few seconds of silence passed before Aubrey spoke again. “You made my teacher sad”

“she’s sad?”

“yes and she asked me about you”

“and what did you say?”

“Nothing, you said it was a secret” Abby groaned at Aubrey’s response

“you need to stop pushing people away because you’re insecure”

Abby looked at Aubrey with wide eyes.

She was right, because Abby was so insecure she’s losing a perfect girl because she was scared. How sure was she that you would leave her? How sure was she that you were only using her? Maybe you were the one.

“Where did you hear those words?”

“from grandpa” she said with a shoulder shrug.

“He said that to Nora”

Your back was facing the door as you were writing something on the board.

“of course he did”

☆ Milf Abby who goes to your classroom the next day with flowers.

“I’m sorry” she spoke. She watched you flinched as you turned around.

“what?”

“I’m sorry for just disappearing and not saying anything”

“ok” was all you said as you turned back around to continue writing.

Abby walked towards you with long strides.

“no- no don’t say ok please- give me a chance”

she watched you sigh as you turned around:

“look Miss Anderson-“

“Abby”

“Miss Anderson” you said through gritted teeth.

“It’s ok, this should have not happened”

“Don’t say that”

“Let’s move on, I’ll pretend this never happened” you said with a fake smile on your face.

“god you’re so-“  before Abby could even finish her sentence she grabbed your face, and caught your lips in a kiss.

☆ Milf Abby who was surprised when you kissed her back.

☆ Milf Abby who whimpered when you pulled away.

“What can I do to fix this?” she spoke as she held your face.

“take me out on a date again”

a smile spread on the blondes face: “yeah I’ll do that”

☆ Milf Abby who realizes you won’t make it easy for her.

☆ Milf Abby who was willing to work for this relationship because you were worth it.

[rottenblur]

Shades of cool|A.Anderson

Summary: You haven’t seen Abby in three days, completely ghosted you confront her and well it seems she won this time.

Warnings: Abby being a stoner, weed consumption(not reader), oral sex, hickeys, dirty talk, smut, fingering, abby being asshole sort of, face riding, praise (good girl), lowkey degradation.

College football! Abby x fem reader 1.8k

Part two to national anthem

It had been three days, no show to class nor practice. You had one option, you really didn’t wanna do it.

If you didn’t figure out what was going on with her you would go crazy, starting to regret not asking for her number before shoving your tongue down her throat and drinking in her wound.

You slide your feet into crocs, looking in the mirror, you look decent enough. You open your door making your way down the hallway to make a pitstop at your best friend's dorm.

You knock on the door, you hear rustling then a bang and the door knob turning. She opens the door rubbing her eyes.

“What’s up?” She asks, looking around.

“Abby been in?” You hold your elbow with your other arm knowing it’s an out of the blue question. You’ve never cared about her before now so why would you care now?

She furrows her brows in confusion. “Uhhh? I wouldn't know.” She points to the dark room, those blackout curtains were her life she could sleep through anything. Unfortunately.

She tilts her head waiting for an explanation. “Oh, I found one of her rings after the game, need to return it.” she laughs, you know she would have just pocketed that shit, except the ring didn’t exist. You needed to see her.

You wave her goodbye then walk next door to Abby’s knocking then waiting. The light peaks under the door, you knock again. “It’s me.” You say, you don’t know why, it’s not like she knows your voice by heart. She makes this clear when she asks who from behind the door, you hear her get up then come to the door.

She opens the door, the air moving her loose hair, her cheeks flushed and damp. It looked like she just worked out. “Is this a bad time?” You ask her, she leans on the doorway looking at you. “Depends what you’re here for.” Looking you up and down, tucking her now scabbed lip into her mouth.

You look into her eyes, and oh she really did get a black eye, you’d think you would notice it quicker but no. It was purple and black, it weirdly suited her. You point to it. “That hurt?” She furrows her brows at you trying to decipher what you meant then she figures it out. “Nah, ‘m good.” You roll your eyes at her, she sits at her desk and man spreads her legs on the seat.

“That’s what you said last time, still let me patch you up though.” You say walking in to sit on her bed. Her room was what you expected, sports posters, a playboy magazine collection not so secretly stashed in a drawer, looks like the classics too. She had her shoes all lined up in a corner, it was clean and way tidier than you thought it would be.

She looks at you, scuffing at your comment. “Whatcha looking at?” She asks, pulling your attention to her. “I came here for a reason by the way.” She looks at you opening up a drawer, pulling out a baggie, grinder and papers.

“Shoot.” She plucks a bud from the baggie putting it into the metal grinder, twisting it as she turns to face you. “Where have you been?” You ask, tucking your legs beneath you. She sighs, taking the top of the grinder off and sprinkling crumbs into the folded rolling paper. “Around.” She says looking up at you. She’s starting to piss you off.

Maybe she was exactly who you thought she was, privileged, aggressive and rude.

You pinch your nose bridge between your fingers, rubbing it delicately. “You haven’t been to class, or practice, it's not like I have your number.”

She rolls the joint, licking the adhesive to seal it off, she opens her window. “Didn’t know you cared.” She huffed out lighting the joint, taking a drag and looking at you. You needed that fucking joint more than her right now.

You stand up, in front of her as she leans against the window seal puffing on some weed that stank up the whole room, making you want to take a breath of fresh air.

“Of course i fucking care Abby.” You look at her lungs full of smoke.

“I get it.” She exhales, all over your face.

“Do you?” You look at her now low eyes, it’s hard to feel in power when she towers over you. “Do you though? Seems like you’ve been avoiding me like the plague.” You continue, she bites her lip and walks closer to you. Oh god.

“I’m sorry darlin’ wasn’t ignoring you just had to figure some things out. Missed ya.” It was the weed talking and you knew it. You roll your eyes, she cages you in with her body against the wall, you missed her hands, her touch, her lips so you didn’t stop her.

“Missed you Abby.” You say as she kisses your neck, you know it’s wrong but what can you do?

You’ve seen her vulnerable, you’ve seen her enraged it’s impossible to know who the real Abby is. Is Abby kissing your neck while intoxicated the real Abby, or is it the one who needs someone to bandage her up the real one?

It’s impossible to break through her barriers, her strong appearance, was she strong inside? Was this a cover to hide her true feelings? Did she miss her ex? Were you a rebound?

Your thoughts are clouded by her lifting up your top, kneeling in front of you and kissing your hip bones. From one side to the other, leaving splotches of red behind. Reaching up to grab your chest as she looks up at you. Those fucking eyes. “Abby.” She keeps kissing, moving up your stomach to your chest marking purple bruises. “Yeah?” She responds, you know you should tell her to stop, she ignored you now she wants you.

But you don’t, unfortunately you want her too. “Keep going, please.” You huff out as she moves down again, grabbing at your waist band and pulling it down to your ankles. You step out of it, she kisses up your legs to your inner thighs. Marking them graciously, she kisses on your clothed cunt sending shivers down your spine.

“God you’re wet, so fucking easy.” She rubs from your slit to your clit, you wetting them through your panties. You watch as she rubs your clit slowly and brutally, tucking her hair behind her ear, those freckles make her look like an angel. She pulls her hand away, kissing your thigh one more time before stripping off your panties and throwing them aside. “I told you I’d be back darling.” She spreads your legs and sticks her head between them.

She teases your clit, licking it with a distance and only with the tip of her tongue. You grip onto her hair, keeping her right where you want her. Where you need her. She lets you put her mouth straight on you. She licks from your clit down to your slit up and down, up and down slowly. She was making you work for what you wanted.

You started riding her face, mouth wide open, her tongue hitting all the right spots, she took your ass into her hands engulfing the entirety, your hips uncontrollably grinding on her face.Your thighs clench around her head, as you come close to cumming all over her face. She moves her hands from tightly gripping your ass to your hips pushing them flat against the wall, away from her face.

“Not yet, be good for me yeah?” She says as she looks up at you, your juices dripping down her chin with a shit eating grin on her face, her hair messed up from you gripping it so hard. She puts one of your legs on her shoulder, pulling your hips back to her and diving back in. She sucks your clit into her mouth, drawing quick circles on it. She holds your thigh, mirroring her tongue with her thumb.

She reaches up rubbing her fingertips at your entrance, then prodding them into you, her thick long fingers don’t compare to your own, they split you apart as she pumps them into you curving them at just the right spot. You were holding your moans in before, as well your best friend was next door and she knew you were here. Fucking risky.

But you couldn’t any longer, your quiet moans from before were now near screams god you wanted to scream her name for the whole world to hear. She pumps them in and out, her tongue working magic on your clit, your thoughts fading away you couldn’t think of any logic, not that you could before. If you could, you wouldn’t have Abby’s fingers deep inside you right now.

You look down at her, she looks back up removing her fingers, you lock your fingers back into her blonde locks. She teases your hole again but with three fingers, as if you could handle that. “Abby, I can’t, won’t fit.” She looks at you as if you insulted her, pulling away from your clit slightly just to mumble. “I’ll make it fit darling.” And she does. She shoves her fingers back into you, introducing a fullness you didn’t know could exist.

Her mouth speeds up and so does her fingers, the consistent hitting of such a special spot inside you pulled you over the edge. You let out your last breathy moan of her name as your walls pulse on her. She pulls her mouth away, watching as her fingers struggle to move any longer inside. She pulls them out, a string of slick connecting you to her.

“God damn, never hear anyone say my name like that.” She removes your leg from her shoulder and stands up, shoving her fingers into your mouth as you suck on them, Abby watching intensely.

“Good girl, love to see you suck on something else sometime.” She kisses your cheek, pulling down your top and sitting you into the bed. “You were really good darling.” She reaches behind her, grabbing your pants, pulling them back onto your body, you lift your hips to assist her.

You’re never going to see those panties ever again and you know it.

You reach into your pants pocket, pulling out your phone to check the time. You’ve only been here for fifteen minutes, god damn. You could go for round two if it wasn’t for all the mind games she plays.

“Gimme your number.” She says holding out her phone. You nod and take it into your hands, typing in your number and saving it as a contact.

“Thanks.” You say back.

“For what? You should have come earlier, would have had more time to play with you but I have to study.” She says, playing an innocent look at you.

You stand up, walking towards the door she follows. She gives you a hug and a kiss then opens the door. “I'll text you, promise.”

You can’t fix her, she’s unfixable.

You have to tell yourself that.

A/n! I know this isnt a popular fic but ive been listening to shades of cool SOOOO MUCH i had to and she was the perfect fit. Asshole abby has my heart

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[satellitespinner]

˗ˏˋ sidelines - prologue ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ surpriseee!! another collab fic with my lover @williamssgirl !! are we really surprised doeeeee ?? :3 ´ˎ˗

synopsis: you’ve been going to saltwitch beach every summer for as long as you can remember, and you wouldn’t change it for the world..

wc : 1.1k (i’m sorry.)

summer ‘21

summer was finally here and you were ecstatic! summer meant salt-witch and that meant you got to see ellie and abby again.

you’ve known abby and ellie for as long as you could remember, they’ve always been the one constant in your life, the only people you know can always fall back on them and know they’ll always be there for you.

the ride up to salt-witch was slow, as always.

maybe if your dad would finally cave and let you bring your own phone to saltwitch and not insist on you staring at your phone all day (even though you never stare it at for that long anyway) from your constant begging and get you a phone just like your brother you would actually have some entertainment.

a sense of excitement coursed through your veins as the many blue and white summer houses started to come into your line of sight, but ultimately is replaced with a sense of confusion when only abby’s car is to be seen outside the summer house.

jerry waved your father over almost immediately, rushing out of the house to catch up to abby who was already outside waiting for the both of you. You’re quick, however, to realize ellie is nowhere to be seen.

“hey, what’s up abby!” your brother says as he walks over to her with a huge smile on his face. she doesn’t hesitate to wrap your sibling into a breathtaking hug, ten months was a long time without seeing the people you grew up with, after all.

she pulls away from your brother and looks down at you, “hey, kid” instead of a hug you’re met with a smile and her hand meeting you head, ruffling your already fairly messy hair. god you hated that.

“when will you stop that?” you ask, rhetorically. “and, where’s ellie?” you look up at the pair. abby and your brother exchange a look, partnered with a sigh from the blonde.

“i’m afraid there’s no ellie this summer.” she delivers the news with a really real looking frown on her face. you almost believed her.

“yeah right! ellie wouldn’t miss summer here for anything.” you laugh awkwardly, subtly prying for more information on her whereabouts.

“i’m serious, kid. something happened back home.” the look on her face now tells you she really wasn’t kidding, you can see now that the frown was not sarcastic.

“oh shit. i’m so sorry.” you sheepishly reply, your face feeling hot from embarrassment. “that’s so… unlike her.”

“all good.” she responds, before grabbing your brother and running off to the pool, they didn’t even unpack, leaving you with his and your own bags while your parents caught up on the last couple months.

ellie didn’t show face at all that summer, no facetimes, no texts, nothing. she became a ghost. you had tried to convince abby to give you more information on what the hell happened that made her skip summer in saltwitch and stay in boring old jackson, but she wouldn’t budge.

eventually, you forced yourself to give up, you had accepted the fact that ellie wasn’t coming this time and you couldn’t change that.

that summer went by slow. no ellie meant no fun in your eyes, often times you thought of her when the group would do something fun like play mario kart, or sneak out to the beach at night when your dad’s were dead asleep. without her, you were there for nothing.

soon enough, the summer of 2021 was officially over, and it was time to go back to the real world. that world consisted of homework, set bedtimes, and neither ellie or abby.

you waved goodbye out the back seat of your dads red minivan, brother beside you. sighing as abby and her father faded into the distance and you’re forced to look out the side window, maybe next summer would be different.

summer ‘22

another summer without ellie and at this point you weren’t even sure when you would see her next. abby and your brother still refused to give up any information about how she was doing, where she was and what made her skip not one, but two summers in a row!

you also learnt to stop forcing yourself into your brothers group alongside abby. They only saw you as some annoying kid, and you got tired of it. branching out was good for you. that’s how you met dina and her boyfriend, jesse. one moment you were relaxing on the beach, and the next you were shoved into a volleyball game with the couple and their friend insisting they needed one more player.

this summer flew by, it felt good to meet new people instead of being stuck at home with your brother and his two friends playing mario kart.

you waved goodbye out the back seat of your dads car, once again. sighing as dina, jesse and cat faded out into the distance. texting them the entire ride home, without ellie crossing your mind once.

present - summer ‘23

a lot had changed since the last time you saw ellie. 16 to 18 tends to change a person more than you would think. You had managed to make friends last summer, you grew out of your awkward pre-teen habits and eventually became a version of yourself that you liked waking up as.

you also took notice to the amount of boys who would look your way after you had (in your mothers words) blossomed. however, you never paid them any mind.

friends of yours would sometimes ask you if you even liked boys and to that you would stay silent before changing the subject.

your childish crush on ellie never truly went away, no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself that it had run its course. usually it lingered well into the school year and before you could fully get over it, you were back at the summer house, with ellie.

the ride there wasn’t so bad this year, considering you just tuned out your family the second you sat down, your “summer ‘23” on blast the entire drive up.

when you finally arrive, the first thing you notice jerry and joel’s vehicles, the sense of dread you felt those past two summers returned, but not because she wasn’t here, but because she was here.

stepping out of the car you noticed right away that they both looked different. the once awkward, dinosaur obsessed ellie pressing a yellow vape to her lips before passing it to abby, who went from lanky and tiny to buff and strong. she looked really good.

when the girls finally turn heads and make eye contact with you, you can see them both look you up and down then look at each-other.

you all had done a bit of growing up those two years.

[otdiaftg]

The Raven King - Chapter Twelve

Day: Monday, November 13th Time: 7:00 AM EST

The next time Neil woke, it was to heavy footsteps on the stairs and Andrew's cheery voice. Neil missed the first half of the conversation, but he gathered from the rest that Andrew was explaining the dire breakfast situation in the house. Neil rolled off the couch and went to the doorway. Andrew looked as wired and ready for the day as always. He was dressed in a heavy black turtleneck Neil didn't recognize, presumably a shirt he hadn't packed when he moved to the campus dormitory. The sleeves were too long on him, hanging almost to his knuckles, and easily hid his scarred arms. He couldn't hide the multicolored mess Drake made of his face, though. Drake hadn't won that fight easily. Neil wasn't the only one who stirred at the noise Andrew was making. The others were drawn like moths to a poisonous flame. Nicky and Kevin stood in the doorway with Betsy behind them. Betsy didn't look rested, but she at least looked calm. Nicky and Kevin looked like the night had beat them up and left them for dead. Abby was trying for a brave face as she followed Andrew downstairs, but Neil saw the strain in her smile. Andrew chattered on like he didn't notice. Neil knew he did; Andrew's drugs made him manic, not stupid. Andrew was enjoying making Abby squirm. Andrew lost his train of thought when he spotted Neil in the doorway, though, and he stopped at the base of the stairs to point. "Oh, Neil is back. We thought perhaps you got lost." "I'm never lost," Neil said. "And never found," Andrew added with a sage nod. "All for the best, I'm sure. But good timing either way. This solves all our problems. Right, Bee?" Andrew looked over his shoulder down the hall and waggled a hand at her in come-hither. She gently eased Kevin and Nicky aside to get through. Andrew grinned at her approach and pointed at Neil again. "He knows where we left the car, and you know where the store is. Try to pick him up some clothes on the way back, would you? He's going to start smelling if we leave him too long." "Did you want anything in particular for breakfast?" Betsy asked. "No special requests," Andrew said. "You can ask the ghosts back there, but I don't think they have much of an opinion today. Maybe you're losing your touch, Bee. Oh, but here. Neil is going to need this." Andrew patted at his pockets, searching, and found what he was looking for on the third try. Neil only saw a flash of it before Betsy took it. Betsy only made it a step in Neil's direction before Andrew snagged her shirt to stop her. "Exites," Andrew said. "Kevin has the card." Betsy went back down the hall to get the team's purchasing card from Kevin. Andrew clapped his hands at Neil to get his attention. "Don't forget my knives, okay? I'm going to want them. Goodbye." Andrew tapped two fingers to his bruised temple in salute and headed into the kitchen. Betsy made it all the way to Neil's side before Neil realized he'd been volunteered to run errands with her. He started to protest, but the words stuck in his throat. Andrew's late-night accusation about Neil's hand in all this was still a fresh wound Neil wasn't ready to press. Neil sent a last look at Nicky and Kevin, then turned after Betsy and followed her into the cold.

Art used with permission by JayJuls. Thank you @jayjuls

[saeransangel]

Futile Devices

Summary: Ellie returns to Jackson after Santa Barbara and tries to find you.

A/N: I thought of this when I heard the first/last line of the song so I had to write this out. Feedback would be appreciated!! Please comment or leave it in the ask box. Making this into a series

CW: Angst + hurt/comfort, swearing, mentions of death

WC: 1.8k NOT PROOF READ

And words are futile devices

Hot tears streamed down your face as your eyes burned holes into the back of the auburn girls head. She turned around to face you, nearly feeling your desolate stare.

Ellie didn't know what to say. She knew you were going to be broken over her leaving, but there was something sinister inside that was gnawing away at her day by day. Abby was still out there and that was not something that was going to let get away from her again. Not after everything. Not after Joel. Not after Jesse. She had to finish it.

"So that's it then?" You finally spit out. "You're just leaving me here alone?" You tried to hold in your sobs.

You had accompanied her to Seattle. You had been there for her through her entire journey. The two of you had finally started to settle down and heal from all the pain and hurt the world had brought into your lives.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." was all Ellie could muster, her gaze fixated on the floorboards. She couldn't bare to look at you, knowing that all this pain you felt was caused by her. "I have to finish it."

You let out a frustrated cry. "She doesn't get to be more important than the life we've made for ourselves."

Her stare was blank. She had heard what you said and processed it, but she knew there was nothing much she could say to make this even remotely better.

"Are you going to say anything?" You yelled.

She flinched at your tone. You had never yelled at her. Not once. It surprised her, but she knew it was deserved. After a moment she finally spoke. "I wish we were two different people. Two people who didn't need to say goodbye."

"Oh, Ellie." You tone softened from the much harsher one you had spat out earlier. You walked close enough to cup her face in your hands. "We don't have to say goodbye." Her fingers reached up to grab your hands.

"Y/N..." She sighed, tears brimming in her own eyes now. She brought your hands down from her face, still holding them in her own. She kissed your cheek softly. So softly you barely could feel her lips ghosting over your skin.

Then she was gone.

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That was the last time you saw Ellie Williams. Three months had passed and you hadn't seen her or heard a word about her. Last you heard she was in Santa Barbara.

Things were going okay. They were fine. You were soldiering on everyday. But then sometimes you would be out on patrol and see a stupid superhero collection card. Or you would think that out of the corner of your eye you would see her walking through the gates of Jackson. When things like this happened you tried your best to keep it together, but it was hard to not slip back into your bad habits like when she first left.

When she left that day you were a wreck for a month straight. There was no consoling you. All you could do was cry and worry. Dina tried her very best to comfort you but it seemed that despite her best efforts, you were still unraveled.

"Dina, I just don't understand why this had to happen. I miss her so much, I'm so worried." You sobbed, trying to catch your breath.

"I know Y/N." Dina whispered, rubbing circled on your back. That was all she could say at the time.

Now on month three without Ellie, you had begun to build up resentment. Towards yourself and towards her. You were resentful to her because she left you. On top of grieving for Jesse, who had been your best friend for years, you also had to grieve the loss of Ellie. You didn't know if she was dead or alive and at this point you could only assume the worst. But at the same time you resented yourself for even feeling this way. It felt evil and wrong. You loved this girl with all your heart and soul. It pained you the be harboring such ill will towards someone you cared so deeply for.

You shook yourself from your debilitating thoughts and sought out to find Dina, who you were out patrolling with. You found her waiting were you had tied up the horses.

"Hey, you doing alright?" She asked as you approached in silence.

"I..." miss her "I'm fine."

"Y/N, are you sure?" She asks again. She always tried to push you to open up even when you didn't want her to. But it was nice knowing she was there. You didn't want her to keep worrying about you but you also knew that if you didn't open up it would make her anxious.

"Yeah I just saw a fucking stupid trading card." You replied with a spiteful tone. Dina was quiet for a moment. Sometimes you forget she's mourning her friends too. "I'm sorry D." You said.

"Let's go home. We've got as much as we needed for today." She smiled.

Dina is an amazing friend to you. She could easily move past moments like these which helped you move past them too. You were forever grateful to her for her strength. It's been your lifeline.

The two of you rode back in comfortable silence, occasionally making small talk. The view was always so beautiful through the woods. You caught yourself smiling, enjoying the fresh air and the trees around you.

"That's what I like to see!" Dina exclaimed. It startled you out of your serenity. "Finally a genuine smile."

You laughed. You actually laughed at one of her jokes for the first time in a long time. "Yeah yeah." you sighed. "How about I race ya back?"

Without giving her a chance to respond you kick the sides you your horse and it takes off into a steady gallop.

"No fairrrr." You hear her yell from behind you. Her horse whines as it take off, advancing on you.

The guards see you two approaching and open the gate, your horses barreling in. You won but barely. You were sure that if you didn't cheat you would have lost. None the less you had a shit eating grin on your face.

The two of you continued to race the horses into the barn. Out of the corner of your eye you see a familiar silhouette with auburn hair. You shake it off, knowing that it was just a figment of your longing mind. In this moment, you finally felt free of the past and all the grief that came with it. You weren't going to let your mind ruin this for you. Maybe this is what healing felt like.

The two of you dismount your horses and brought them into the stable, getting them situated in their pens. Dina was complaining about how you cheated and barely won, you were just reveling in your small victory.

"Alright, alright." You giggled. "You're right, I'm a total mother fucker who cheated." You repeated the name she had called you seconds before.

"Thank you." She laughed and gave your shoulder a light shove. You fake flinched. "All right I'll see you later for dinner." She said as she turned on her heel walking back to her place.

You sighed happily and turned around, heading towards to field that your small house was on. You loved your little field. Wild lavender grew in small bushes and a variety of wildflowers bloomed in the spring and summer time. They were just starting to bloom for the year. As you were walking further onto the path leading up to your home, your eyes adjusted to something further ahead. You heart sank to your stomach. Your throat dried up, eyes welling with tears. No this can't be real. You thought to yourself. Your vision was blurry with tears and your breath was caught in your throat.

You turned around quickly, not wanting to dare look at the figure any longer. You nearly ran the opposite directing until you heard a voice ring out.

"Y/N,"

It's been a long, long time since I've memorized your face

Your heart was beating out of your chest, stopping dead in your tracks. You finally get the courage to turn around and when you do you see her.

"Ellie," You whisper. Your feet are moving faster than your mind, one foot desperately flying in front of the other. All resentment or anger you had felt leaving you in that moment. "Ellie!" You yelled. You were running faster than you ever had in your life. As you got closer you saw her hair was slightly disheveled. It was a bit longer than the last time you saw her. Her face still spotted with light freckles.

Your body collided with hers, arms wrapping around each other tightly. With the force of you running, you managed to send the two of you flying back, landing on the ground with an oof. Ellie sat the two of you up to where you could finally get a good look at each other. Tears were streaming down your face and hers. You couldn't get any words out. You were still in shock mentally that she was here, but your heart was hopelessly devoted to her which is how you ended up back in her arms.

Your body was trembling as you positioned yourself on your knees, hands reaching up to grab her face. "How?" Was all you could say. Your mind was racing with a million questions. What happened in Santa Barbara? Why is she back? How is she back? Is she safe? You felt her hands reach up to grasp yours, noticing her left hand now only had three digits. What happened to her fingers? She saw you noticing and got flustered. She tried to pull her hand away but you caught it, bringing it to your lips for a gentle kiss. Your eyes locked with hers.

Ellie began noticing your features. She had never forgotten what you looked like. The image of you in her head is what kept her going and fighting for all those days in exile. But somehow you looked different. You looked thinner, your once bright eyes looked drained and the bags under your eyes were dark. Her heart was breaking looking at her perfect, patient girl. The girl who ripped herself apart to follow her from Jackson to Seattle. The girl who begged her to stay when she left for Santa Barbara.

As she continued to hold you in her gaze, a strangled sob escaped from her lips. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." She cried out. "I'm so sorry." She soon felt your warm and tight embrace wrap around her trembling frame.

"Els, oh my God, you're here. You're here. I can't believe this. I-" You stopped to catch your breath. "I missed you so fucking much." You tried not to cry as you said the last part.

"I missed you too. So much." She cried.

You grabbed her arm and pulled her up, both of you standing now. You swiftly interlocked you hands.

"Let's go home."

TAGS: @percsane

[1999ruth]

Wip animation a Abby to friends ghost ✨

Dead to X is goodbye, my account is coming back to Instagram and BlueSky too and I hug followers forever! :)

[stardustshelb]

"Strawberry" Part Six - The End

TW: Language and sexual content

Word count: 7,939

Chapter Sixteen

The worst part about the bachelorette trip, other than my inevitable goodbye to Josh, was the bachelorette trip in itself. And as horrible as that sounds coming from the maid of honor, it was the truth. This trip has been full of drama and part of me wondered if Riley regretted ever planning it. If it weren’t for meeting Josh, I’m sure I would have been miserable the entire time. Then again, none of the drama would have existed had I not met Josh in the first place. Maybe I was the problem all along. I couldn’t shake the thought of being the reason why this trip had been such a bummer. I rolled over to check the time on my phone. I could tell it was morning from the daylight entering through the sheer curtains, but I didn’t expect it to be already past 10:00 a.m. I couldn’t believe I slept in so late; I couldn’t believe nobody woke me up. At the same time, I had no idea what was even on the itinerary for today. Maybe I really was the root problem of this trip. I turned off DND to find zero missed notifications. Ouch. 

I rolled out of bed and felt a slight headache forming. I wasn’t sure if it was due to the three glasses of wine or bawling my eyes out before bed. I glanced at myself in the full-length mirror beside the bed and noticed how swollen my eyes were. Yep, definitely from crying. I needed to get some cold water on my face ASAP. I made my way out of my room and across the hall to the bathroom. 

When I walked out into the hallway, I noticed the house was eerily quiet. It almost felt like I was home alone. I walked into the living room hoping to find a warm body, but it was empty. I checked the dining room and the kitchen—both were a ghost town. I glanced out the window and felt my stomach drop. The rental car was gone. Was everyone hanging out without me?

“Hello?” I called out but didn’t get a response. In a panic, I made my way to Riley’s room and didn’t even knock before entering. I found her sitting on her bed with her headphones in her ears and she was staring down at her phone. She jumped when she realized I was standing in front of her. 

“Shit!” She yelled as she took her airpods out.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” I said as I took a seat next to her on her bed.

“I’ve been on Twitter all morning,” Riley said.

“And?” I asked.

“I don’t think anyone knows who we are, but there is a lot of speculation about you specifically,” Riley said.

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Well, did you realize that yours and Josh’s hands were touching?” Riley asked me while she held her phone out for me to see. As if I were seeing Abby’s TikTok for the first time, I was shocked that I had missed that detail. Our pinky fingers were touching as we sat on the living room floor. I don’t even remember our hands doing that. It must have been a subconscious need to want to feel connected to him.

“Shit,” I said.

“Have you heard from Josh this morning?” Riley asked.

“Not a word,” I said with a sigh. 

“Well, I don’t care if I sound immature, but you can’t be the first one to text him,” Riley said.

“I won’t,” I said. “Hey, where the fuck is the rental car?” I asked when I realized why I came to her room in the first place. 

“Abby got so upset that she booked a hotel for herself last night. I told her she was being ridiculous, but… Well… That’s Abby,” Riley said while shrugging her shoulders.

“I know I have been a shitty friend to you this weekend, but–” I started.

“Nope,” Riley said as she held her hand up to silence me. “I refuse to let Abby speak poorly of you, so I will hold you to the same rule. You’re both important to me and I refuse to listen when you guys try to talk shit about one other.”

“Ok fine,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“She will be back this afternoon. I tried to talk her out of leaving, but when I realized she had already made up her mind, I told her she could take the car,” Riley said.

“What about Maddie and Brooke?” I asked.

“As far as I know, they’re in the dark about what happened last night. I just told them that Abby needed to get away for a bit because there was a blow up, and they didn’t ask questions,” Riley said.

“Wow, really? They weren’t even the least bit curious?” I asked confusingly.

“Actually, Brooke said she was waiting for there to be a fist fight between you and Abby all weekend, so they weren’t surprised honestly,” Riley said with a laugh.

“I wanted to beat her ass so bad last night,” I said, forming a fist.

“You’ve literally never punched anyone,” Riley said, rolling her eyes.

“I’d gladly let her be the first,” I said while punching the palm of my hand.

“It’s the last day of our trip. Can we avoid conflict today? Pretty please?” Riley asked as she put her hands together like she was begging. 

“I will be on my absolute best behavior,” I said as I took her hands in mine.

“Bestie, why are your eyes so swollen?” She asked as she rubbed her thumb below my eye.

“I cried myself to sleep because Josh left after the TikTok fiasco,” I said as my voice cracked.

“Why didn’t you come get me? I would have cuddled with you,” Riley said.

“I didn’t want to bother you. It sounds like you were busy coddling Abby anyways,” I said with a smirk.

“You should have. I didn’t get any sleep last night anyways. I definitely will be going to bed early tonight,” Riley said as she let out a yawn. “We have to be at the airport by 6:00 a.m. tomorrow.”

“Don’t remind me,” I said, throwing my body on the bed like I was a child throwing a tantrum.

“Yes, ma’am, so you better not stay up all night with you-know-who,” Riley said as she playfully poked my side.

“Well, I can always sleep on the plane,” I said as I stuck my tongue out at her.

We decided to spend the morning packing our suitcases and getting everything ready for a quick exit tomorrow morning when we’d have to walk out the door by 4:30 a.m. Abby made it back from her dramatic hotel getaway, but I had yet to see her come out of her room. I wouldn’t have cared if she spent the whole day isolated, but I knew we owed Riley a great last day of her bachelorette trip. I would play nice because I knew that after tomorrow, I wouldn’t have to see her again until Riley’s wedding at the end of next month. And then after that… never again. Despite moving away, Riley was still having her wedding in Oklahoma because all of her family still lived there. I was already looking forward to the days she’d be back home while we prepped and planned for her big day. School would be out by then and I could devote all of my time and energy to being her maid of honor. The one she deserved from the start.

“Are you ready?” I heard Riley ask when she popped into my room.

“Yep,” I said as I grabbed my phone off of the charger and my purse off of the bed. We planned to grab lunch together and then spend the day sightseeing. Riley said she wanted to ditch the itinerary and just be spontaneous. It was nice seeing her loosen up a bit. I checked my phone in the backseat of the car and frowned when I still had yet to receive a message from Josh. 

Lunch, sightseeing, and straying from the beaten path was actually a nice change. Everyone, including Abby, was civil and seemed to have a nice time just going with the flow. I was glad we could give Riley a positive ending to what was a less than perfect weekend. Unfortunately, I was secretly spiraling on the inside. It was now almost 7:00 p.m. and I still hadn’t heard from Josh. While the day with the girls was fun and much-needed after our falling out, I spent more time trying not to think about him than I spent thinking about anything else. Against my better judgment, I opened my phone and composed a message: “Did you already decide to cut ties with me?” I stared at the text, hesitating if I should send it or not. I didn’t want to text him first, but I was driving myself insane wondering why he hadn’t reached out to me all day. Fuck him for making me feel this way. I started to feel anger towards him which was something I never would have expected. I cleared the message and decided it was best not to text him. If he wanted to, he would. I put my phone away and continued to watch the chick flick that Riley picked out for us to watch together. I listened for the girls’ laughter as a cue for me to laugh as well. I couldn’t focus on the movie because my mind was completely elsewhere. 

Suddenly, I saw my phone light up out of the corner of my eye. I quickly grabbed it to see the name I had been waiting for all day.

Plagiarism: “I have been working and am finally free. I’d like to see you tonight.” I stared at his text wondering how to respond. I couldn’t help but to feel annoyed by the fact that he unexpectedly left me last night and then didn’t reach out all day. He knew how upset I was last night when he left. Then again, he didn’t owe me anything. I had a choice to make: Should I give in and let him come over even though I knew it was going to make it harder to say goodbye? Or should I sever ties early to protect myself? Truthfully, there was no right answer. I would be grieving him either way. 

Me: “I’ll let you know when to head here.”

Plagiarism: “Counting down the seconds…”And just like that, every ounce of anger I had toward him vanished. I turned my attention back to the movie and silently prayed for the credits to start rolling. 

For the last time, I waited patiently by the front door to sneak Josh in now that the girls had gone to bed. As I waited for him, I reminisced about our time together the last few days. I’m not sure I ever believed in fate but I was glad for whatever force of the universe brought us together on that plane. I was thankful for the limited time we had together and would cherish these memories forever. I had finally accepted (or at least I was pretending to accept) that our connection was just temporary. I heard him make his way up the steps and I opened the door to let him in. My heart practically jumped out of my chest now that he was next to me again. Without saying a word, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. I inhaled his cologne and felt my lungs expand as I breathed him in. His arms rested around my lower back as we held each other in an embrace. It was as if we were starting our silent goodbye at that moment even though he had just arrived. I didn’t want to let go, nor did he. 

“Let’s go to your room,” he whispered in my ear. I felt goosebumps all over my skin as I finally let go to follow him down the hallway. We entered my bedroom and before I could even lock it, Josh had me pinned against the back of the door. I gasped as his mouth met mine. It was as if he had some sort of animalistic hunger take over him. I moved my hand to lock the door before his mouth started to travel down my neck and to my chest. I felt his hands grip my ass as he pulled me closer to him. I pulled my shirt off and felt one of his hands move up my back to undo my bra. His mouth remained on my chest as he kissed and nipped my breasts. I ran my hands through his hair as he effortlessly pulled my pajama shorts down to where I was standing in front of him completely naked. He buried his face between my thighs and his tongue worked its magic. I felt his firm grip on the back of my thighs as his tongue swirled around my clit. I grabbed handfuls of his hair as my head slammed back against the bedroom door. I moaned his name as my body shuddered in his strong grasp. I felt my body tighten as I fought the urge to scream. I moaned even louder and I swear I felt his mouth switch to a smile while his face stayed between my thighs. My eyes rolled back and my entire body writhed until every cell in my body spasmed because of his tongue. He didn’t stop and I physically felt like I was no longer standing but that he was anchoring me down with his tight grip. I pulled his hair back to try to get him to free me from this intense pleasure, but he continued to suck my clit until I felt another release. “Joshua Michael,” I moaned with what I swore would be my final breath. 

“My forbidden fruit,” I heard him say as he kissed the top of my entrance before standing up. I stayed there in a post-multi-orgasm haze, silently thanking the door for supporting me as I tried not to collapse. Before I knew what was happening, I felt his strong arms lifting my body up and my legs wrapped around his waist. I let out a gasp at the shock of his sudden movement. I looked down to see his large biceps holding me up. Josh carried me to the bed where he gently tossed me on top of the mattress. Biting my lip, I watched him start to undress. He kept his eyes trained on me as he slid the condom over himself. I waited in anticipation for him to make his way to the bed. 

“Come here,” I whispered as I scooted closer to the edge of the bed. He grabbed both of my legs in his arms and pulled me to him in one swift movement. I gasped as he entered me all at once. He was anything but gentle as he allowed that same hunger from earlier to take over as he took me. He pounded me so hard I thought he was going to shatter my pelvis. I wanted to watch his biceps pulse as they held my legs up but I couldn’t keep my eyes from rolling back into my head.

“I’m going to miss this,” he said as he continued to thrust. I grabbed fistfulls of the sheets and pulled them over my face to hide my blushed cheeks.

“I want to see your face. I like to watch you as I fuck you,” he said. I removed the sheets and looked at him as I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him closer into me which I didn’t think was possible. I arched my back and grinded on him as he rapidly entered in and out of me. I moved my hands up and gripped his biceps as I watched him throw his head back. I moaned his name and I felt him release as he came. Both of us gasped for air like we had been drowning when he collapsed on top of me. The smell of sex, his cologne, and sweat was in the air. 

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he said as I felt him kiss the side of my head. I never wanted to leave this bed. But against my will, I got up to collect my clothes and made my way to the bathroom to wash him off of me.

“I can’t believe I have to set an alarm for 2 a.m.,” Josh said as he held his phone with the clock app open. I snuggled closer next to him and wished time would just stop. 

“Are you up for pulling an all-nighter?” I asked as I kissed his arm. 

“Of course,” he said as he put his phone on the nightstand. We laid there basking in the golden glow from the lamp. I looked up at him and his dark brown eyes were smiling at me, and for a moment, I thought I would get lost in them.

“What did you do today?” I asked.

“We are starting our tour soon, so today was just full of meetings. We had to create a rough draft of a set list and even filmed some promos. It was kind of exhausting and overwhelming honestly,” he said with a soft laugh.

“How long will you be touring?” I questioned.

“We’ll be on the road for six months,” he said.

“Holy shit,” I said. “Are you guys coming to Oklahoma on your tour?”

“Uhhh,” he said nervously. “We’ll only be in Oklahoma for the bourbon meeting next month.”

“Damn, I was hoping I’d be able to score front row tickets,” I said jokingly.

“You can have a front row spot at any or all the shows. You tell me which ones you want to go to and I’ll make it happen,” he said. I couldn’t tell if he was full of shit or not.

“I’ll be out of school for summer soon, so maybe I’ll take you up on that,” I said. My heart fluttered at the idea of not only seeing him again but also being able to watch him perform. 

“Oh, you’re old news, now,” he said with a smirk.

“Huh?” I asked as my eyebrows furrowed.

“Nobody is talking about Sam and Danny’s TikTok performance anymore according to our social media team. They posted some cryptic promos online to get the platforms talking about our upcoming tour instead,” he said with a wink.

“Ah, man. I was hoping you’d be my claim to fame,” I said with a sigh.

“Sorry, your 15 seconds are over,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Will you let me know when you’re in Oklahoma next month?” I asked. I watched his eyes scan the room as if they were searching for an answer that seemed to elude him.

“Strawberry, I already told you that I don’t want to intrude on your personal life,” he said as if he were annoyed that I brought up the burning question again.  

“You wouldn’t be,” I said. “You say I could have front row tickets to all of your shows but you don’t want to see me when you’re in my home state? It’s confusing.”

“It’s just—” he began.

“I’m leaving him when I get home,” I admitted for the first time. I was even surprised that I said my thoughts aloud.

“Strawberry…” he said with a sigh. 

“No, it’s not because of you. Well, that’s not totally true. It is because of you. You have inspired me to stop living my life in a dormant state. I finally feel like I have something worth living for. I have a pulse, I have a mind, I have a heart, and I am free to use them however I see fit. It’s like you’ve awakened me in some way, Josh. And I know I sound crazy, but it’s true,” I said. I felt like I had just screamed the words off the pages of my figurative diary. I suddenly felt embarrassed by my bold confessions. Without saying a word, Josh tilted my chin up with his hand and I stared into his eyes.

“It’s important that you live your life the way you want without fear. I’m just happy to have been a small part of your new beginning,” he said as he gently kissed me. For the rest of the night and into the early morning of the new day, we held each other for hours, had deep conversations, and enjoyed the time left before his alarm went off. For the rest of my life, I would curse the sound of that alarm. I felt my soul split into two as I kissed him goodbye one last time. 

Chapter Seventeen

I had only been gone for four nights, but I felt like I was stepping into unfamiliar territory when I got home. I had a little under six hours before Kenneth would be home from work which I was grateful for because I was trying to decide how and when to call off our engagement. I walked through my front door and was nearly tackled by Sassy. I missed my girl so much I wanted to cry as I got down on the floor to cuddle with her. I buried my face into her fur and wrapped my arms around her. I stayed with her on the floor until her zoomies wore off. I got up to drag my luggage to the bedroom where I could start to unpack. I unzipped the suitcase and started to throw my dirty clothes into the laundry basket. I didn’t get far into the task when my phone started to ring. I glanced at the screen and noticed Kenneth’s name.

“Hey,” I said as I balanced the phone between my ear and shoulder.

“Hey, are you home?” He asked.

“Yes, I just walked in,” I said.

“Did you have a good time?” He asked.

“Yeah for the most part,” I said as I continued to sort my laundry.

“Did you make any new friends?” He asked. 

“Um, Maddie and Brooke seemed cool but that was about it,” I said.

“You didn’t hang out with anyone else?” He asked. Ok, he was definitely fishing for something. 

“Uh, we met some people when we were out one night and they came over to play drinking games,” I said nonchalantly.

“People as in…?” He asked.

“Is there something you want to ask me, Kenneth?” I asked.

“We can talk about it when I get home. I’m going to leave the office early, so I’ll be home in a couple hours,” he said. I could sense he was angry. Maybe the tough conversation was going to come earlier than I planned for it to. Maybe I shouldn’t start unpacking in case I need to leave again. 

“Ok, well, I’ll be here,” I said trying to sound calm as we hung up the phone. I could feel my anxiety start to get out of hand so I took a seat on the bed to focus on my breathing. Sassy nudged her face against my legs, and I was grateful to have my loyal companion back. I reached down to pet her as I continued to take calculated breaths. I knew that no matter what happened after Kenneth got home, I would always have Sassy by my side. 

I was folding my now clean clothes from the dryer when I heard Kenneth’s truck pull up in our driveway. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the impending interrogation. I was guilty. I knew that. But I had already served a sentence being trapped in this relationship and I was ready for liberation, no matter how painful it would be. I continued to fold my laundry when I saw him standing in the doorway to the laundry room.

“Hi,” I said in a quick breath.

“Hey,” he said. “Are you happy to be home?” 

“Uh, kind of, yeah,” I said, continuing to fold my clothes.

He crossed his arms and said, “Yeah, I guess partying with rock stars isn’t as fun as life back in Oklahoma, huh?” 

“Rock stars?” I asked.

“Cut the shit,” he said. “Our PR team recognized you immediately. I had that TikTok emailed to me four times in one day.”

“We met the band in Nashville and invited them over to hangout. It wasn’t a big deal,” I said.

“Oh, well, you and Josh looked pretty cozy,” Kenneth said. My heart strings pulled at the mere mention of his name. 

“How come you didn’t tell me y’all were in business with Greta Van Fleet?” I asked not only trying to change the subject but also because I was genuinely curious.

“I’ve never concerned you with details about work. I wouldn’t have thought you knew who they were anyways. I guess I was wrong about that,” he said as he began to take off his dress shoes. He carried them off into the bedroom and I smoothed over the piles of folded clothes when I heard him charging back down the hallway.

“What the fuck is this?” Kenneth yelled as I looked at the small, white rectangle in his hands. And as if all of the oxygen in the room suddenly disappeared, I felt like I stopped breathing. I stared at the card from Josh from the bouquet of white roses he had sent to me the day after we met. The card I tucked away into my suitcase to keep Riley from knowing the delivered flowers weren’t for her. It must have fallen out when I was unpacking. 

Kenneth read the card aloud as if I didn’t know what it already said, “Thinking of you, -J. Are you fucking kidding me? That’s it. We’re not partnering with them anymore. I’m pulling the plug on that deal tomorrow morning,” Kenneth said with a scoff.

“Why would you do that? They love your bourbon!” I exclaimed.

“I’m not going to be made into a damn fool,” he said as he stormed off to our bedroom. I stayed put in the laundry room trying to collect my thoughts. I wanted to call Josh but I knew now would be the literal worst time to do that. I followed him into the bedroom as I felt myself preparing for battle. 

“Don’t ruin this business opportunity because of me, please,” I said.

“Thinking of you… Of YOU?” He stressed. “Why would a celebrity give a fuck about you?” He asked with a mocking laugh. I bit my tongue because I knew he was just trying to hurt my feelings. My silence angered him even more. “This explains why you fell off the face of the earth during your trip. You didn’t give a shit about me. You were too busy fucking a guy who wears rhinestones and glitter!” He yelled. I watched his eyes fall to my left hand. “Where’s your engagement ring?” I looked down at my hand and realized I never put it on today. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I did wear it or where I even put it.

“I’m not wearing any jewelry,” I said as I attempted to cover my tracks. “But we do need to talk.”

I spent the following weeks simply going through the motions. I returned back to work but lived my life in a complete daze. I was in autopilot mode and moved like a machine, constant and without breaks. I convinced Kenneth to keep the partnership with the band. It wasn’t easy to do but I was happy he finally agreed not to cancel. He says it was because he wouldn’t want to pay them since he’d be breaking the contract, but no matter the reason, I was grateful. If anything, it kept the small dream of Josh coming back to Oklahoma alive. 

As far as our engagement went, those ties were severed. And honestly, it was the first step I needed to take toward my new life. I was a few weeks away from summer vacation, so I had been slowly packing up my things. Kenneth so kindly allowed me the grace of getting to stay in his home until I had time to look for someplace new. As if everything were back to normal, Kenneth and I continued to coexist except for the fact that Sassy and I now slept in the guest bedroom. We continued to live our lives as roommates but this time, we didn’t communicate at all. Unfortunately, the same went for Josh and I… I hadn’t heard from him since we said our heartbreaking goodbye in Nashville. No phone call. No text. Nothing. I knew it would be like this but I just didn’t think it would still hurt weeks later. I was back to my lonely life with only Riley’s FaceTime dates to keep me sane until summer. I didn’t really have a plan but I figured I would take everything day by day. I had enough in my savings account that I would be able to support myself on my own. And as much as I didn’t want to ask, I knew my parents would be willing to help if I needed anything. Riley said the same thing which floored me; she shouldn’t be worried about taking care of her grown ass best friend while she was busy planning a wedding in a different state. That was one thing I was grateful for: Riley had me stay busy with wedding planning since she was living 738 miles away from the venue. I finally felt as if I were being the maid of honor I should have been all along, but I was grateful for any task she gave me that kept me from thinking about him.

Chapter Eighteen 

One month later

“We ain’t angry at you, love. You’re the greatest thing we’ve lost,” I sang along to my music as I packed a tote bag with my personal items. I had to be at the venue in 30 minutes for my hair and makeup appointment, but that was no big deal since my new apartment was less than 15 minutes away. Today was Riley’s big day and I was so excited to see everything we’ve been planning come to life. Kenneth agreed to watch Sassy at his house for the night since I wouldn’t be home from the wedding until after midnight. Although our relationship had been over for quite some time, we still remained civil which was best case scenario given the circumstances. Even if we didn’t originally end on the best terms once I told him the truth about Nashville, we had spent over a decade being a part of each other’s lives. We weren’t friends nor did we talk, but it was comforting to know that we weren’t enemies. Truth be told, Kenneth admitted he was unhappy in our relationship too. This separation was what we both needed.

I didn’t mind attending the wedding without a date; I knew I would be too busy making sure everything was perfect to entertain anyone all night anyways. I grabbed my maid of honor dress, a navy backless maxi dress with a plunging bodice, and hung it up in my backseat. I was so thankful Riley chose a dress that was not only stylish and sexy, but also one that I could wear again after today. I went back inside to grab my phone, wallet, keys, and tote bag. I got in my car and continued the song that had been on loop for the past month for my quick drive. “And we’ll all be here forever,” I sang loudly to an audience of none as I turned into the venue parking lot. The wedding was set to start in a couple hours. I was the last of the bridesmaids to get her hair and makeup done since Maddie, Brooke, and Abby actually had to travel to be here. I collected my things from my car and took a deep breath before I made my way to the bridal suite. 

Standing next to Riley as she said her vows, I tried everything in my power to hold back tears. I felt so genuinely happy for her at this moment that I was overcome with emotions. She pledged her love and commitment to Mike who stared back at her with such adoration. I don’t think anyone in this room had a dry eye. I was honored to both witness and be a part of the most important person in my life’s happiest day. After their kiss, I handed her bridal bouquet back to her and cheered loudly as they made their way down the aisle. I looped arms with the best man and followed Riley and Mike down the aisle to head to the reception hall. As we passed by the hundreds of smiling guests clapping in their seats, I locked eyes with a face that caused me to stumble. Quickly, the best man grabbed my arm and caught me before I fell flat on my face. No way. There is absolutely no way. I felt my cheeks blush from the embarrassment as I regained my footing.

“Thank you,” I said to the best man who still kept a hold on me in case I took another spill. I looked back toward the guest who caused me to trip, but I didn’t see him. It was all in my head. I shook the nerves off and entered the reception area to mingle with the guests while Riley and Mike took photos. But first, I made my way to the bar. If I was going to get on the dancefloor later like Riley had commanded, I needed some liquid courage. 

“One glass of chardonnay, please,” I said to the bartender. I figured I’d be the first guest to take advantage of the open bar. I watched the bartender grab a corkscrew to open the bottle of white wine when I smelled a familiar scent of cologne.  

“Make that two glasses, please,” I heard his voice say.

“Yes, sir,” the bartender nodded to the person standing beside me. I felt like I was frozen and couldn’t move. 

“I don’t think you’ve ever looked more stunning than you do right now,” I heard him whisper into my ear. I turned to see if my imagination was playing a trick on me; alas, there stood Josh in a perfectly tailored suit. I was speechless, afraid that I had fallen asleep in the makeup chair and would soon wake up from this dream. 

“Thank you,” Josh said to the bartender as he grabbed both glasses of wine. He reached out for me to take the second glass but I still stood there as if I were paralyzed. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked once I finally found my voice. 

“Riley invited me, so I wanted to surprise you,” he said, flashing that heart-stopping smile of his. 

“What? How did Riley even know how to get a hold of you?” I asked.

“She said she kept my number from when you sent it to her before I came over for the first time. Remember when she had to run my background check?” He said with a laugh. 

“I can’t believe this,” I said, shaking my head. There was no way that this was really happening.

“Come on,” Josh said as he stuck out his arm for me to grab since both of his hands carried our glasses of wine. I looped my arm through his and allowed him to escort me to a table. He pulled my chair out for me and I sat as the millions of questions flooded my brain. He took the seat next to mine and grabbed his glass of wine. 

“To Riley and…” He began but clearly forgot the groom’s name.

“Mike,” I said with a laugh as I touched his glass to mine. 

“Yes, Mike, I knew that,” he said as he took a sip. Liar.

“How long have you been planning this?” I asked.

“Riley reached out to me two weeks ago, and since our bourbon meeting is on Monday, I decided to stay in Oklahoma for the weekend. I flew in this morning,” he said with a wink. “And you can’t get mad at me for not telling you that I was in town because Riley wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Well, this is going to be awkward when my date gets here,” I said. Josh stared at me with a look in his eyes like he had just seen a ghost. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. 

“I’m kidding!” I finally said after watching him sweat a little. 

“That wasn’t funny,” he said as he finished his glass of wine.

“How have you been?” I asked.

“I’ve been good, I’ve been good. We’ve just been preparing for the launch of our new partnership and also the tour. I’m actually excited to have this weekend off,” he said.

“Where are you staying while you’re here?” I asked.

“Wherever you are,” he said with a wink. I felt my skin getting warm.

“Bold of you to assume I’d let you stay with me,” I said while taking a sip of my wine. 

“I’ll beg if I have to,” Josh said as he stood up. He grabbed his empty wine glass and leaned down to whisper in my ear before heading back to the bar. “You know you’ve had me on my knees before.” My jaw was practically on the floor. 

When Riley and Mike made their grand entrance into the reception hall, she gave me a wink when she saw Josh and I sitting together. I subtly flipped her off which made her laugh before Mike pulled her into a kiss. I was sipping on my second glass of wine, so I knew I needed to take it easy since my maid of honor speech was coming up. After the stunt she pulled, I really wanted to add that Riley was a sneaky bitch into the speech I had prepared, but I decided against it. 

“I love weddings,” Josh said with a sigh as he glanced around the room.

“Aren’t you against the idea of marriage?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

“That’s a harsh way of putting it, but essentially, yes. That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy weddings,” he said with a soft smile. “Weddings are a celebration of love and happiness. For some, it’s the best day of their lives. And to be a witness to that, it’s moving.”

“I know what you mean. Did you see me crying during Riley’s vows?” I asked, biting my lip.

“Strawberry, I watched you the entire time,” he said. I rolled my eyes and laughed at his ridiculous statement. “You don’t believe me?” He added.

“Why would you stare at a bridesmaid the whole time during a wedding ceremony?” I asked.

“Have you seen you in that dress?” Josh asked, giving me a wink and nudging my knee with his. He began to laugh and said, “I also saw you almost fall down the aisle once you realized I was there.” 

“Yeah, thanks for that,” I said playfully, hitting his arm. He grabbed my hand before I pulled away and held it.

“It’s really good to see you again,” he said. “You look happier than ever.”

“Thank you, I am,” I said, giving him a genuine smile. I stared into his brown eyes that I swore held me captive. 

After Riley and Mike’s exit, I headed back inside to grab my belongings from the bridal suite. It was the most magical evening full of laughter, love, and light. My maid of honor speech was a hit and I even got out on the dance floor more than once. Truth be told, I didn’t need the wine after all. I was running off the fumes of simply being around Riley and Josh, the two people who bring out the best in me. 

“So…” Josh said, shuffling his feet. “Would you like to come back with me to my hotel?” I hesitated because I knew the pain and longing I felt after our last goodbye. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go through that again. Even now, the grief I felt because of our fleeting time together still hit me in waves. I honestly can’t even listen to Greta Van Fleet’s music because it was too painful hearing his voice. 

“I would love to spend more time with you, but I don’t want to be hurt again,” I admitted.

“Conversation only, I promise,” Josh said, holding up his right hand as if he were taking an oath in court.

“Yeah, yeah, we all know how that goes,” I said, shifting my weight to my other foot. My heels were killing my feet and I wanted nothing more than to take them off. 

“I will not put you in an uncomfortable situation. I’ll stay five feet apart from you in the room at all times. Six feet even. Hell, I’ll book the room across from mine and we can talk on the hotel phone if you don’t want to be around me,” he said.

“Oh, so you remember how to use a phone?” I asked as I felt my cheeks get hot with my bold comment. He sighed and looked down at the tile floor.

Without making eye contact, he said softly, “I’ve been hurting too, ya know?” I moved closer to him so that he would look into my eyes.

“Let me run back to my apartment to grab some things I need and to change out of these fucking shoes. Text me your hotel information, and I’ll be there,” I said looking into his eyes. 

“Can you at least stay in that dress?” He asked while biting his lip.

Looking and feeling like an idiot wearing a formal gown with Chaco sandals, I entered the elevator in Josh’s hotel lobby. I had my overnight bag slung over my shoulder with comfortable pajamas stashed inside, but I decided to stay in my dress a little longer per his request. I hit the button and felt the butterflies in my stomach move as I made my way up to the highest floor. I found his room and knocked lightly on the door. He opened the door and I immediately crossed my arms when I saw that he had changed out of his suit.

“Ok, not fair that I was asked to stay in my formal attire, but you get to wear comfortable clothes,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“You never asked me to stay in my suit,” he said. He looked down at my feet. “Your feet seem to be more comfortable, though.” I rolled my eyes and made my way into his hotel room. I placed my bag on the desk near the door and noticed a tray of chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of wine on the table. 

“Cute,” I said as I pointed to the tray.

“I was feeling nostalgic,” he said grinning.

I finally convinced Josh that he had seen me in my dress long enough, so I made my way into the bathroom to change into my pajamas. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me completely naked on more than one occasion, but I still wanted to keep my guard up. I exited the bathroom and grabbed the tray of strawberries before climbing into his bed. He opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses. He made his way over to join me. 

“So will you fly back to Nashville after your meeting on Monday?” I asked as I accepted the glass he poured for me.

“Yes, that evening we will head back,” he said as he began to remove the plastic wrap off of the tray of strawberries.

“We?” I asked.

“Well, the guys are flying in Monday morning for a quick trip. I obviously got here early,” he said, biting into a chocolate covered strawberry. 

“So, I actually have a funny story about the bourbon company,” I said as I took a sip of my wine.

“Oh, that you are engaged to the head of the company?” He asked as he raised his eyebrow.

“First, were. Past tense. Second, you knew?” I asked with my mouth agape. 

“Yeah, that was a fun conversation between our PR teams. Another reason I never reached out to you, by the way,” he said as he finished his strawberry.

“Kenneth almost pulled the whole deal, but I convinced him to keep it,” I said nervously.

“It all made sense after you and Riley reacted so strangely when I pulled out the bottle,” he said laughing. “I guess we both had secrets.”

“Well, I don’t have any more secrets up my sleeve. And I don’t need to know about any of yours that have happened after me,” I said as I began searching the tray for the perfect strawberry. He grabbed my hand before I could pick the one that caught my eye.

“There hasn’t been anyone after you,” he said quietly as he held my hand. I looked up to meet his gaze as it burned through me. I looked down at our hands as they rested on top of the tray of strawberries. You can’t. You can’t do this again.

“I promise that I was going to call you when I came back to Oklahoma for the meeting. I had every intention to reach out to you before Riley invited me to her wedding,” he said softly. I still stared at our hands because I was afraid to look into his eyes again. He removed the glass of wine from my hand and placed it on the bedside table. He took both of my hands into his and moved his head to where he was in my line of vision.

“Our tour starts at the end of next month, and I have little to no free time between now and then, but I want to make you another promise,” he said. I closed my eyes as I braced myself for what he was about to say next. “Every moment that I have even half of a day to spare, I will be coming to you or flying you to me,” he said. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first moment I saw you in the airport.” I laughed as I felt the tears forming behind my eyelids.

“And I know what hurt you’re talking about because I have felt it too. Every Goddamn day since I left your Airbnb,” he said with a crack in his voice. I opened my teary eyes to see that his eyes matched mine. “So, if you are up for some traveling this summer, I would love for you–” but before he could finish his sentence, I shut him up with a kiss. Our first kiss since we said goodbye in Nashville. He pushed the tray of strawberries to the floor and pulled me closer to him on the bed. His hands held my face as my tongue parted his lips and we breathed each other in. The electricity I felt the moment we touched for the first time on the plane was still between us. It never left, and it never would.

The End 

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hi, i was wondering how sebastian would feel he met a fem!farmer who reminded him of his late mother. i want to note that most people tend to gravitate toward partners who are their parent. sorry if this a weird request. me & my mom were talking about this topic.

Hey hey 👋 Thanks for your question. And don't worry, it's not weird 😊

I think this headcanon can safely be described as an AU where Robin, Sebastian's mother, passed away before Farmer arrived in Stardew Valley. Given that Sebastian believes his parents have chosen a favourite, his half-sister Maru, a headcanon where Robin - probably the only person to show care and affection for Sebastian - has passed away, is real fuel for angst.. Enjoy! 🫰

Warning: mention of death

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Sebastian, when he met the newcomer, who introduced herself as the Valley's new farmer, couldn't understand why a city girl would leave everything behind and move to their forgotten wilderness. Even if her late grandfather's inheritance was here, Sebastian couldn't understand it.

Sebastian couldn't understand why he had befriended the red-haired girl so quickly. Always cheerful, always energetic (worse than Sam, honestly), always showering him with terrible puns, always giving him gifts, from funny wooden figures she carved herself to gems, especially a frozen tear. He now has a whole box full of these gifts.

Sebastian didn't understand why he was so drawn to this girl. Every time she says goodbye to him and leaves to go about her farming business, Sebby has the feeling that this is the last time he will see her. Every time he wants to run up to her, take her hand and not let go.

A friend, even a best friend, but nothing more, right?...

Sebastian hadn't realised how quickly he had fallen in love with her, so beautiful, with fiery curls, with the most beautiful smile. Always making him smile too, supporting him in sad moments when he felt lonely. He is lonely, even though he has a family. To whom he is just a ghost. There are friends, it's true. Sammy and Abby never left his side.

Sebastian felt as if struck by lightning when, in his deep subconscious, he realised where he had seen that smile and before...

He remembered how his mum had wiped his tears from his face when little Sebby had scraped his knees. How she'd joked and played with him, how she'd tossed him in the air. How she made his favourite pumpkin soup.

How she still smiled happily in the picture, even as her coffin was being lowered into the ground.

Now there's no way he can get rid of the image of his mother in his girlfriend.

[letsgethaunted]

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Welcome to THE PHOTO DUMP FOR Episode 185.5: Listener Stories #28! This is the episode where our Haunties (aka listeners) write in with their first-person spooky tales of cryptids, ghosts, curses, and aliens AND where Nat & Aly unbox fan mail sent by listeners just like YOU. This week, we unbox mail from: Ed & Chris of Scared All the Time, Lex aka Ex Art Student, Emily W. Aka EmmyKat9, and Becky H! WHY WERE WE SENT A MY SCENE VESPA?????? WHY????? Listener stories from this week’s episode include: haunted pets, deceased loved ones returning to say goodbye, a mimic of a grandmother with red glowing eyes, and much, much more! Some of the listeners whose stories are featured in this episode include: Mia L., Brian A., Abby V., Matt W., Paula C., Sydney W., Matthew C., Caroline L., Melissa, and Kaito L.! SWIPE TO SEE KEY IMAGES FROM THE EP! IMAGE 01: Listener Stories #28! IMAGE 02: An “unknown” Alien IMAGE 03: Paranormal Researcher IMAGE 04: Shark Bob IMAGE 05: The Mystery of The Vespa IMAGE 06: Nat gets beamed to Atlanta IMAGE 07: Enzo crashes the Zoom meeting!

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Lol, so I've been sent this three times, so... I'm being cheeky and doing three versions of this: Teslen fics rated G or T, Teslen fics rated M or E, then all other fics. Thank you for sending this!

Five favourite non-Teslen fanfics, in no particular order. XD

Chained To The Crown - G - Gen, set during the flashbacks in "For King and Country", Nigel and Nikola chat about being at the beck and call of the king. 824 words.

Keys of Bhalasaam - G - Gen, set during Pax Romana, Helen & Gregory have a chat about Bhalasaam, and Helen's lads. 913 words

We Must Let Go - G - Gen, Sanctuhana, Ashley & Henry, Henry & Helen, dreams, grief, episode tag: End of Nights pt2. 421 words.

No Goodbyes - E - Magnitt (with a moment at the start of Teslen but nothing graphic there), pre series to post series, angst, smut, Feelings. 972 words.

Slow Hands - E - Helen/Abby, pwp, post series. 1423 words.

And, as a special bonus round (aka I love these so much too):

A Missed Birthday (But We'll Always Have Cake) - T - Stargate SG1, Sam/Jack, episode tag: Beneath The Surface, some angst, some kissing, much sad. 788 words.

Ghost of the Machine - M - Stargate SG1, Sam/Jack, episode tag: Entity, angst, tiny bit of smut. 1602 words.

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𓇼𓏲*ੈ‧₊˚ sidelines (prologue)

chapter one | series masterlist

daily click — don't buy tlou

pairing: childhood bsfs!ellabs x fem!reader

cw: you've been going to saltwitch beach every summer for as long as you can remember, it's home to you. and you wouldn't change that for the world...

a/n: this is me and izzie's second collab. we brainstormed this idea while on call a couple days ago and are so excited to post what we whipped up this afternoon!

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ʚїɞ summer ‘21 - two years ago.

summer was finally here and you were ecstatic! summer meant saltwitch, and saltwitch meant you got to see ellie and abby again.

you’ve known abby and ellie for as long as you could remember, they’ve always been the one constant in your life, the only people you know can always fall back on them and know they’ll always be there for you.

the ride up to saltwitch was slow, as always.

maybe if your dad would finally cave and let you bring your own phone to saltwitch and not insist on you staring at your phone all day (even though you never stare it at for that long anyway) from your constant begging and get you a phone just like your brother you would actually have some entertainment.

a sense of excitement coursed through your veins as the many blue and white summer houses started to come into your line of sight, but ultimately is replaced with a sense of confusion when only abby’s car is to be seen outside the summer house.

jerry waved your father over almost immediately, rushing out of the house to catch up to abby who was already outside waiting for the both of you. You’re quick, however, to realize ellie is nowhere to be seen.

“hey, what’s up abby!” your brother says as he walks over to her with a huge smile on his face. she doesn’t hesitate to wrap your sibling into a breathtaking hug, ten months was a long time without seeing the people you grew up with, after all.

she pulls away from your brother and looks down at you, “hey, kid” instead of a hug you’re met with a smile and her hand meeting you head, ruffling your already fairly messy hair. god you hated that.

“when will you stop that?” you ask, rhetorically. “and, where’s ellie?” you look up at the pair. abby and your brother exchange a look, partnered with a sigh from the blonde.

“i’m afraid there’s no ellie this summer.” she delivers the news with a really real looking frown on her face. you almost believed her.

“yeah right! ellie wouldn’t miss summer here for anything.” you laugh awkwardly, subtly prying for more information on her whereabouts.

“i’m serious, kid. something happened back home.” the look on her face now tells you she really wasn’t kidding, you can see now that the frown was not sarcastic.

“oh shit. i’m so sorry.” you sheepishly reply, your face feeling hot from embarrassment. “that’s so… unlike her.”

“all good.” she responds, before grabbing your brother and running off to the pool, they didn’t even unpack, leaving you with his and your own bags while your parents caught up on the last couple months.

ellie didn’t show face at all that summer, no facetimes, no texts, nothing. she became a ghost. you had tried to convince abby to give you more information on what the hell happened that made her skip summer in saltwitch and stay in boring old jackson, but she wouldn’t budge.

eventually, you forced yourself to give up, you had accepted the fact that ellie wasn’t coming this time and you couldn’t change that.

that summer went by slow. no ellie meant no fun in your eyes, often times you thought of her when the group would do something fun like play mario kart, or sneak out to the beach at night when your dad’s were dead asleep. without her, you were there for nothing.

soon enough, the summer of 2021 was officially over, and it was time to go back to the real world. that world consisted of homework, set bedtimes, and neither ellie or abby.

you waved goodbye out the back seat of your dads red minivan, brother beside you. sighing as abby and her father faded into the distance and you’re forced to look out the side window, maybe next summer would be different.

ʚїɞ summer ‘22 - one year ago.

another summer without ellie and at this point you weren’t even sure when you would see her next. abby and your brother still refused to give up any information about how she was doing, where she was and what made her skip not one, but two summers in a row!

you also learnt to stop forcing yourself into your brothers group alongside abby. They only saw you as some annoying kid, and you got tired of it. branching out was good for you. that’s how you met dina and her boyfriend, jesse. one moment you were relaxing on the beach, and the next you were shoved into a volleyball game with the couple and their friend insisting they needed one more player.

this summer flew by, it felt good to meet new people instead of being stuck at home with your brother and his two friends playing mario kart.

you waved goodbye out the back seat of your dads car, once again. sighing as dina, jesse and cat faded out into the distance. texting them the entire ride home, without ellie crossing your mind once.

ʚїɞ summer ‘23 - present day.

a lot had changed since the last time you saw ellie. 16 to 18 tends to change a person more than you would think. you had managed to make friends last summer, you grew out of your awkward pre-teen habits and eventually became a version of yourself that you liked waking up as.

you also took notice to the amount of boys who would look your way after you had (in your mothers words) blossomed. however, you never paid them any mind, friends of yours would sometimes ask you if you even liked boys and to that you would stay silent before changing the subject.

your childish crush on ellie never truly went away, no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself that it had run its course. usually, it lingered well into the school year and before you could fully get over it, you were back at the summer house, with ellie.

the ride there wasn’t so bad this year, considering you just tuned your family out the second you sat down, your “summer ‘23” playlist on blast the entire drive up.

when you finally arrive, the first thing you notice jerry and joel’s vehicles, the sense of dread you felt those past two summers returned, but not because she wasn’t here, but because she was here.

stepping out of the car you noticed right away that they both looked different. the once awkward, dinosaur obsessed ellie pressing a yellow vape to her lips before passing it to abby, who went from lanky and tiny to buff and strong. she looked really good.

when the girls finally turn heads and make eye contact with you, you can see them both look you up and down then look at each-other.

you all had done a bit of growing up those two years.

[that-one-dudette]

Okay, I will assume you genuinely want to discuss and not just break havoc in the tag . This is my opinion, but if you scroll around, you'll find numerous posts that address your points in a structured and argumentative manner:

1) Tommy makes a racist comment, “You forget to tip the delivery,” and then plainly ignores him, as does the rest of the team. But Chimney wants to connect with him; he doesn’t try with Eli or with his captain, and at the end, after Chimney saves him, you don’t have an apology, but you get this moment of “I acknowledge you and I respect you” (and honestly, as a Latina woman working in European industry, that is way better than an I’m sorry). Then you have the comment to Hen about New York bitchiness, which is a complement, that, for me, is about a young, dumb man without a filter who is commenting on a comment that Chimney started, but at the end of the episode it is the same: Tommy and Sal showed her respect. Then, when we see Tommy again, Bobby begins again. Hen teases him in the same manner she teases Buck and they go for drinks after work, and they like him enough to have that small goodbye party + cake. He maybe never said the words, but he took the action.

2) Buck knows because he mentions twice about his time with Gerrard and about being ashamed of it.

3) Here we know Tommy never saw here with Buck, so this is second-hand gossip someone handed out to him. I'll be honest with you: I don't see anything particularly wrong with this situation. Abby, in maybe 2 years, went from being engaged to dating a man half her age to leaving everything and ghosting out to Europe. The context of her mother here is important, but still is something crazy to do. Now, I didn’t like that they made Tommy that Tommy, because it implies that Abby ends up with younger firefighter 1 and then looks up on the same station to even younger firefighter 2. Tommy is not dismissing the damage; he acknowledges the two times they talk about it, but it is also something that happened 7 years ago. Also is their 6-month anniversary; it was a comment that was not supposed to be a heartbreaking revelation, a bit more lore of his times of not being proud about.

4) Well, yes. And I think it is clear now that after 6 months in a relationship with a man, Buck could not say that he was bi or that he was putting Tommy on the gey icon pedestal that Tommy was reacting to Buck's pace. Bucks feels weird out to being kind of flirting with the photo girl, and Tommy helps. Buck feels uncomfortable on their first date, and Tommy helps (and then cuts the date short when he sees that Buck is way behind).

5) We are still processing this, and we are sad and angry and it feels weird, right? Feels like it doesn’t go where the story was taking this relationship? That’s why we are losing it on this side of the fandom. But also we are understanding (and the interviews confirm it) that Tommy is a man that has been hurt and it’s scare and ultimately hurt himself and Buck instead of fighting for a love that seems that both of them already are feeling.

So that’s it ;)

listen, i liked tommy as a character when he was friends with eddie, but he and buck being in a relationship has never made sense to me, and hated it more and more as time went on.

firstly, i really can’t get over how he treated chim and hen when he was in the 118. i get that at that point in time he was suffering from both internal homophobia and witnessing homophobia on a daily basis at his job. i get that he had to protect himself. but its possible to protect yourself without also perpetuating the problem. he was homophobic and sexist and racist, and him being closeted doesn’t excuse the former, and certainly not the latter two. i get that hen and chim forgive him, but he legit never apologized. he’s never truly taken accountability for what he did, and he honestly doesn’t seem to feel that bad about it

2) on that same note, i don’t know that buck would be able to forgive him so easily. he has such a big heart and a strong sense of right and wrong that it feels out of character for him to know how awful tommy was to his best friends and coworkers and not really care, despite the fact that, again, tommy hasn’t apologized or anything

3) everything about how he spoke about abby and their relationship was gross. “she went crazy after” and “went after a himbo half her age” is so callous and cruel. it also is casual sexism at its finest. it’s not unreasonable for abby to have felt lost after her engagement and long term relationship suddenly ended because the person she thought she wholeheartedly knew turned out to be gay. but tommy just sort of brushes it all off, dismissing the fact that he played a role in her personal turmoil, and expressing no sympathy for a person he supposedly cared for. obviously, tommy did the right thing in ending their relationship, both for himself and abby, but the way he discusses it feels cold. (also the sexism is really highlighted by the EXTREME hypocrisy in saying she went for a himbo half her age when he literally is also dating a man way younger than himself, even without knowing that it’s the same man)

4) i’ve always felt like tommy has treated buck as a “baby gay” rather than as an equal partner. looking down at people that don’t fit the mold or are young and still working things out is a problem in the queer community (of course, this is ironic given the fact that we are all about not fitting the mold society wants for us). i think tommy and josh both have some of that mentality. again, yes, tommy was trying to protect himself and yes, younger queer people will never be able to fully understand what the old generations of our community faced and experienced, but that doesn’t mean that young queer people’s opinions and feelings are invalid. like me, buck felt icky about how tommy spoke about his relationship with abby, and instead of being encouraged to open a discourse, his feelings are shut down with a “you will never understand so shut up, and, in fact, THANK tommy”. YUCK.

5) tommy just continues this treatment of buck as a clueless “baby gay” when he breaks up with him. instead of listening and trusting buck when he tells him what he wants and how he feels, tommy completely invalidates all of it. he acts as though he knows buck better than he knows himself, and acts like their breaking up is buck’s fault. ugh, the whole scene made me so angry.

i know that there are a ton of BuckTommy shippers, and i’m not trying to attack you at all. this is just my perspective, and i’m always open to discussion!

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please note I only write fem!reader or gn!reader, sorry to my possible boy followers, but you can still request if you're okay with gn!reader <3 love you all!

prompts

fluffy <3/lil bit angsty

#1 "please, please do not make me watch the notebook again."

#2 "this is all you fault, you know i hate horror movies!"

#3 "it's a children's movie! what could there possibly be to cry about?!"

#4 “a picnic?! have you swallowed a romance novel?”

#5 “you know, mimosas get less socially acceptable when brunch takes place at seven in the morning.”

#6 “you’re so warm, i never want to let go of you.”

#7 "you look so cute in pastels.”

#8 “i’ve got you, i swear. nothing’s going to happen to you when i’m here.”

#9 "bend down a little so i can give you a kiss.”

#10 "this will only feel like a home when i'm sharing it with you."

#11 "you get to curl up in my lap, and i get to watch a cinematic masterpiece in peace and quiet. i think this is a pretty sweet deal."

#12 "please don't ask me if i'd still love you if you turned into a zombie."

#13 "i wasn’t going to leave without a kiss goodbye.”

#14 “this is the part where you’re meant to kiss me.”

#15 “i wanted to kiss you so damn bad.”

#16 “am i dumb for thinking there’s something here? something that could be real?”

#17 "you're soaked! take my jacket." "but then you'll get drowned!" "better me than you."

#18 “you don’t have to do anything. just being here, with me, that’s enough.”

my characters i write for.

spiderman: across the spider verse:

Hobie Brown,

Miguel O'hara,

Peter B. Parker,

Miles Morales 1610,

Miles G. Morales(42), only fluff/angst!!

Gwen Stacy, ^^

Call of duty:

Captian John Price,

Simon "Ghost" Riley,

Keegan P. Russ,

König,

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick,

Valeria Garza,

Alejandro Vargas.

The last of us

Ellie Williams,

Abby Anderson,

Joel Miller,

Jesse,

Dina woodward

Criminal minds

Aaron Hotchner,

Spencer Reid,

Emily prentiss,

Derek Morgan,

Penelope garcia,

Outer banks

JJ,

Rafe cameron,

Sarah Cameron,

Kiara Carrera

Pope heyward

requests open <3

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