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Barbara Sinatra: âOne of the best things about my husband was: if something went wrong in your life, boom, he was there. And if you had him on your side, it was like having an army at your disposal. Furthermore, he was on your side if you were right or wrong, and that is something very special in a friend; you don't find that so often.
Gregory Peck and Frank had always been close, and Frank called him Ahab after his character in Moby Dick. When Greg's son Jonathan died, in 1975, Frank was one of the first at his side. He did the same for Dean Martin twelve years later when his son Dino was killed in a plane crash. When Sammy Davis, Jr. lost an eye in a car accident; Frank went to see Sammy in the hospital and then brought him back to Palm Springs to recuperate. Sammy loved Frank, so even though he was depressed, just being with his hero helped get him through that terrible time.
Frank took friendship and loyalty very seriously and believed that true friendship could only be tested in times of need. People just had to get word to him and he'd drop what he was doing and go spend time with them. He'd travel long distances to brighten someone's day, and I went with him to numerous hospitals and homes for retired singers and actors to cheer up old friends. He took me to see Gene Kelly in Santa Monica when he was first sick and to the bedside of John Wayne when he was dying. âThe Dukeâ and Frank had been friends for years and were as close as brothers, even though they were diametrically opposed politically and kidded each other constantly about it.
Frank and Gene Kelly had been in several films together, and for Anchors Aweigh Gene taught Frank how to dance outside studio hours. Frank called Gene âthe Irish taskmasterâ but he never forgot that kindness. Thanks to Gene, Frank could really move. He could even jump up in the air and click his heels together, and he loved to do that. He was also a terrific ballroom dancer, which was terribly romantic.
As Burt Lancaster once said, âIf you say to Frank âI'm having a problem,â then it becomes his problem.â Frank really had a calling for that
#frank sinatra#he needed friends just like Jerry#like Jerry he was an only child with a toxic family#he wanted to become powerful as revenge for his life as an only child#and I am convinced that#as powerful as he was#he also protected Dean and Jerry after the breakup from the evil of the world#Sinatra brought them back to the Telethon PUBLICLY because no one would dare stop him. Ex-wives included
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#uh started the rewatch Now .Earlier ;; THEY HURT ME SO FUCKING HBABBDNDFGPOGGr#I CRIED LIKE FOUR TIMES WHILE WATCGUB THE FUCKING PILOT#it just lays it all out so perfectly#the entire time morty was like protesting to rick and complaining but when jerry was kicking him out he defended him#I cant. theyre smiling because of eachother#god i looovoreergkt how much of the stuff rick says to morty is to impress him teach him or just scare him#like the way rick blows stuff out of proportion just cause he wants to see how morty will react hes . so obsessed with him#for tHE FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE⊠MORTY HAS A FRIEND:&!:#and theyâre so. they like speak fondly towards eachother rick is way more soft and earnest when talking to morty n morty is outwardly#impressed and fascinated with the things rick does from time to time and he trusts him#and all the emphasis on how rick sincerely only gave a shit about morty. whenever he talks to the rest of the family itâs either exaggerated#or blunt and if mortys there then hes all rick focuses on#and how itâs repeated rick Needs morty to help him . no one else not even someone more helpful and agreeable nope just morty#if itâs not morty rick doesnât want it at all#and like even as early as the cold open for the pilot. you can see rick become impressed when morty suddenly becomes assertive once he-#actually hears the bomb and starts getting up and trying to kick rick off the drivers seat#big tough guy all of a suddenLIKE YOU CSN TELL HE DIDNT EXPRCT THAT AT ALL AND HES SURPRISED#ive been thinking a lot lately about how . one of ricks favourite qualities about morty imo is his sense of morality and refusal to just-#take stuff when it reaches a certain point. like he Loves that side of morty so much and doesnât mind too much when it comes out because of-#something he did. yeah that part in the pilot cold open is like the first thing of that go back and look at how taken aback rick is#and i love how sheepish rick is around morty every now and then. like he so clearly tries to look cool to him and to know what heâs talking#about he needs to twist everything to be correct . all the time but also in front of morty specifically#crazyyyy crazy how he managed to find the one real morty#ohg. uitltogfo ouhkdfjrjp iuubbvv ? ledjndflfidnf#odiespeak
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#my bros fiance and i speaking spanish and giggling and hes like âHEY THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO PLOTTING?â#âI HATE IT WHEN YOU 2 TALK SHIT AND I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING.â#then little bro you should've taken spanish in high school like i did#and got adopted by a few aunties in the community#i still cant speak it well for shit and if its spoke rapidly i can catch pieces#but i can read it pretty well even though i fuck up the grammar#anyway his fiance is like âBABY RELAX WE'RE JUST MESSING AROUNDâ#âI KNOW MY SIS. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT INHERITED GREAT UNCLE JERRYS MANGO.â#âIF SHE WANTED TO STEAL YOU AWAY I KNOW SHE COULD FUCKING DO IT.â#HEHEHEHE HE CAUGHT ONTO MY PLAN#kidding kidding đ#my future sis in law is wonderful and theyre a lovely couple shes the best thing thats happened to him#i just like fucking around and finding out yknow?#as for the mango piece our great uncle jerry was...popular#he was a ladies guy and might've been bi too#when my bro started showing signs he had the gift everyone was happy but come to find out i got it too and commence pearl clutching#at least i used my charisma powers for good a la helping my friends get hooked up with people unlike my bro#anyway point to this is BRO ADMITTED I OUTCLASS HIS ASA MUWAHAHAHA!!#20 SOMETHING YEARS IVE BEEN WAITING TO HEAR HIM ADMIT IT#im better!#LMAO#đ¶i got more rizzz than yyyOOOOOuuuuuuuuđ¶#need a tag for when i share something personal that makes me happy#not magenta but some other pink#anyway im good at flirting but if they flirt back or it gets too weirdly intense: jay.exe stopped working#needs strong emotional connection to continue subscription#stars#cant do it#not today!#not ever actually
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once again in my rickard and mortyanne era. if you couldn't tell
#random thoughts#guess what motherfuckers it's blue man time#you ever think about how rick probably knows bp inside and out since he stitched him back together#he has literally been inside that man biblically#from seasons 1-3 it's really easy to tell they were originally planning for rick to have been divorced rather than a widow#and if you keep in mind abc's of beth that means he left after tommy got stuck in froopyland#but before beth got put in therapy for it because you know it was her mom who put her in therapy#since rick invented froopyland just to keep his daughter occupied i think he and diane were seperated at the time#which may be why beth struggles so much with leaving jerry#because in her eyes the divorce was what caused rick to leave her life which she then resented her mother for#and she doesn't want to be the reason her kids don't see their father and resent her for it#i think diane died either before summer was born or soon after#she was alive long enough to see beth and jerry wed i think. probably played a hand in planning it#which beth also resented her for because her wedding wasn't really about her at all#i think she died when summer was too young to remember her. probably shortly after morty was born#summer has a couple memories of her but they're more impressions than anything#she babysat while beth was in school and jerry worked#and wouldn't let her hear the end of it#she faked her death btw. was swept away by a space pirate. straight out of a bodice ripper#if her and rick ever met again he would shoot her fabio straight through the head right in front of her#he'd secretly be a bad guy and morty would be like 'gee rick how'd you know schmabio was a slave trader?'#and rick'd be like 'idk morty i'm just that good' (he didn't they were just arguing and schmabio made a point and looked smug)#(shot him right in his smug face)#i think the crew needs more friends. they need more reoccuring side characters#i am of the opinion jerry should have kept his job for longer and there should have been an office spoof#none of those characters would reappear again ofc because jerry would be fired soon after but he'd mention what they're up to in a sad#'i'm stalking them on facebook to feel like i'm still at work' way#morty should have more school-centric episodes. he should have friends his own age! who rick then isolates him from. tragic.#summer has like. two friends who need more screentime.#beth should also have her own office drama but it's about how she hates it and doesn't want it to affect her worklife
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Jealous girl (18+)
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader
Warnings: secret relationship, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, daddy kink, fingering, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Natasha's in her 30s), praise, pet names, orgasm denial
Summary: your best friend Peter needs help, Natasha's not happy about it at all.
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You're standing in the kitchen when it happens.
Peter barges in, his hair a tangled mess, his sweatshirt inside out. You jump away from Natasha's arms, making her spill her protein shake. She shoots him a dirty look, her lips curling up upon registering his disheveled state.
You try to keep the annoyance from showing on your face, but you know you're doing a terrible job when Peter winces apologetically, throwing a bag full of Ben and Jerry's on the counter.
"Code red," he pants.
You straighten immediately, trying to shoo Natasha away with a look, but, instead of leaving, she makes herself comfortable on the counter with an excited glint in her eyes.
You've been friends with Peter ever since he ran you over with his bike in kindergarten, leaving you with a tiny scar on your shin, and a fear of any two-wheeled object. Your friendship grew over the years, and soon enough you were joined at hip, going to the same school and college, tagging along on his patrols, mainly to keep him out of the police radars.
"What's wrong?" You ask, fearing the worst. "Is Venom acting up again? Is it Felicia? I swear to God, if it's her again I'm gonna-"
That's when you decided to make a secret code to help you stay under the radar. In hindsight, you could've thought of something more elaborate than code red, code green and code yellow, but neither of you had enough brain power for that.
"It's MJ!" He cuts you off, shifting on his feet.
You stammer, looking at Natasha for help, but she appears equally puzzled. "I didn't think she had it in her, to be honest," she says, taking a sip of her shake.
"What?" Peter yelps, before jumping up, his hands flying up in an X motion. "No! She's not- No! She's not a villain, or a criminal, or anything like that."
You decide you've had enough of his blabbering, so you take hold of his shoulders and corner him against the counter. "What is it, Peter?"
He takes a deep breath, his cheeks painted crimson, and blurts out, "I really need you to kiss me."
You jump away like you've been burned, shooting an alarmed look to Natasha, but she doesn't register it, her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, her knuckles white from the grip she has on her protein shake. You think you can hear it creak.
You turn back to look at your best friend, who's blissfully unaware of your relationship with the most dangerous person in this building, just like everyone else on the team.
Natasha's reluctance to share her love life with her teammates came to bite her in the ass.
"No, wait. That came out wrong." He winces, his eyes darting to Natasha. You can hear him gulp when their eyes meet.
"I think you were pretty clear, Parker," she gritts, jumping off the counter, and comes to stand behind you, hovering over your shoulder.
You send him an encouraging look, taking hold of Natasha's hand behind your back.
"I have a date with MJ-"
"Doesn't explain why you need my- Y/n to kiss you."
You shoot her a warning look. "Let him finish."
Her jaw clenches, but she relents, nodding to the boy to continue.
He looks like he regrets every life choice that led him to this moment.
"Okay, so. I have a date with MJ, and I planned it all out, right? But⊠um⊠there's a problem." He clasps his hands, thumbs fiddling. You stay silent in fear of him closing off, and patiently wait for him to continue. "I've never had a girlfriend before, and I've been kissed twice, if you count that one time when Ned fell on top of me and kind of swallowed my face." Natasha snorts, and Peter blushes deep red, his eyes pleading. "I need practice because otherwise I'll just embarrass myself, and she'll hate me forever."
You feel Natasha tense up again, and you're ready to ask her to leave, but she beats you to it, speaking up before you could open your mouth. "I don't think MJ would like you kissing someone else right before your date." Her tone is even, carefully emotionless, but you feel the way her breathing shakes slightly, her grip on your hand tightening.
Peter looks at you, brows set in confusion. "But it's Y/n, she doesn't count as someone!" You huff, indignant. He winces, but goes on. "I could ask Ned, but I don't think he has any experience, so please, please do this for me?"
You turn around to face Natasha. "Can you leave us?"
Her eyes narrow, lips curled. "You're not kissing him." Her hands land on your waist possessively, and you're suddenly turned around. She lowers her chin to your shoulder, lips grazing the shell of your ear as she speaks, "Listen to me very carefully, Parker."
Peter gulps, and takes a step back, his eyes wide and alert.
"You're going to leave and find someone else to help with your little problem. We'll pretend this conversation never took place, and you'll never even think about kissing Y/n again. Am I being clear?" She almost growls, her eyes flashing.
Peter nods dumbly, before hurrying to the door. He stops halfway to shoot you a bewildered look over his shoulder. "Wait⊠Are you two-"
"Out, Parker," Natasha barks, her face half buried in the crook of your neck. You blush, and wave your friend goodbye, grateful when he disappears behind the door without any further questions.
"Tasha," you whine, turning in her hold. "That wasn't necessary."
She scoffs, and picks you up with practiced ease, settling you on the counter and taking place between your parted thighs. "Yes it was." She sucks at the tender skin just below your collarbone, leaving a stinging bruise. "I can't believe you wanted me to leave." She squeezes your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Her mouth is all over your neck - sucking, biting and licking, claiming. You're sure no amount of concealer will be enough to hide the marks.
"Natty," you whimper, "he's my friend, I wanted to talk some sense into him."
She hums, the skin on the underside of your jaw pulled between her teeth. "I did the same thing, no?" Her fingers sneak past the waistband of your shorts, but you're quick to catch her wrist.
"What are you doing?" You look around, panting heavily. "What if someone walks in?"
"Daddy," you moan, pushing her face lower. Her fingers feel so heavenly that you don't even care about anyone walking in - you need her tongue, now. "Please."
You're pushed flat against the counter then, your back on the cold marble, your ass hanging right off the edge. Your fingers disappear in her tresses when she bends down to place a kiss on your clothed cunt.
"Let them see who you belong to," she murmurs, entering your aching core. You bite back a moan, arching in her hold, your pussy clenching around her long digits. Fleeting kisses are placed all over your stomach, her fingers curling inside your heat.
She chuckles, gently biting on your hip bone. "So needy already? I barely started." She adjusts the angle, fastening the pace, but your shorts get in the way, making you huff impatiently.
"Take them off, please," you whimper, clenching around her.
"And when someone walks in, and sees you spread wide open, what then? You think I'd allow anyone to see this pretty pussy?" Her fingers scissor inside you, stretching your walls.
"N-no."
"That's right," she hums, "because it belongs to me." She pulls out to land a short slap on your slit. "Perfect little hole for daddy to play with."
She teases your folds, collecting wetness before pushing her fingers into your mouth. You eagerly suck them in, letting her fuck your mouth, tips of her fingers pushing against your throat. "Such an obedient girl," she murmurs, dark eyes fixated on your lips. You squirm, hips rocking against her abdomen with desperate need of release.
She pulls out her fingers, smearing your slick mixed with spit over your chin.
"I need you," you whine, catching her wrist and leading her hand lower, your panties sticking to your drenched cunt.
She takes the fabric in her fist, and tugs it up, making it press against your pulsing clit. You moan loudly, throwing your head back. She kneads your supple breast with her other hand, and you arch into her, pulling her closer to your aching core with your hips.
"We'll tell everyone tonight," she murmurs against your lips. "But right now you need to be a good girl and take everything daddy gives you."
You nod, feeling your pussy clench around nothing, begging for Natasha's fingers to return. She tugs on your lower lip with her teeth and plunges three fingers inside, hitting a spongy spot deep in your heat. You arch off the counter, pressing against her front, your legs clenched hard around her hips. She grunts lowly, setting a slow pace, making sure to explore your pussy with each thrust, collecting your wetness when she pulls out only to push it back inside. You bury your face in her shoulder, your fingers disappear in her hair, tugging at the tresses.
"Good?" She whispers against your ear, spreading her fingers inside, her thumb firm on your clit.
You gasp, and bite down on the muscle of her shoulder, nodding with your eyes clenched shut. "S-so good, daddy."
She hums, her full lips pulling in a smirk, and starts circling your pulsing nub. You throw your head back, moaning loudly, and she takes the opportunity to paint your neck purple, sucking on the tender skin hard enough to leave bruises.
"M'gonna⊠I'm gonna come," you whimper when she hits your sweet spot, making your toes curl.
"Did I say you could, babygirl?" She chuckles into your neck, making sure to hit the spot with each thrust. You shake your head, closing your eyes and furrowing your brows in effort to stop your approaching orgasm, your body as tense as a drawn bowstring. "That's right, baby," she cooes, kissing the corner of your mouth, "you're not allowed to."
Your heart drops to your stomach, torn between wanting to be Natasha's good girl and giving in to the pleasure. âPlease, please let meâŠâ you whine, buckling against her hand.
She pulls away, her eyes level with yours, and you want to sob from how good she feels inside you, your pussy clenching around her slender fingers.
âYouâll hold it for me,â she says, âand I'll make up for it later tonight.â You almost huff in frustration, knowing that you'll have to walk around the Compound painfully wet for the rest of the day.
She grabs your jaw, seemingly reading your thoughts. âAnd don't even think about touching yourself.â
She pulls away abruptly and tugs you off the counter before fixing your shorts and stepping away. You blink rapidly, disoriented by the sudden change, your pussy aching in the sweetest way.
Sam enters the kitchen a second later.
You subtly wipe your mouth clean, and even out your breathing while he rummages the upper shelves. Natasha's eyes glint with mischief as she slowly wipes her fingers with a paper towel.
"You up for a training session?" She asks Sam, and you shoot her a furious look. Your glare does nothing to the redhead, as she continues watching you silently, a teasing smirk pulling at her mouth.
Sam scoffs, looking between you two. "Like you weren't about to get nasty two seconds ago."
Natasha chuckles, her eyes flashing. "About to? You need to work on your observation skills, Wilson."
Sam stills, his eyes darting between you two, and you look away, knowing that nothing could hide your red cheeks and bruised lips.
He chokes on his water the moment he sees your neck. "Damn, Romanoff," he gasps, coughing. "Right here?! This is a sacred place! I cook here!"
Natasha hums, shrugging carelessly. "I eat here," she retorts, and you can tell by the crinkles near her eyes she's about to say something that's gonna make you want to bury yourself. "Actually, I was about to devour something really delic-"
"Natasha!" You shriek, tugging her away from the kitchen, but not before quietly apologizing to Sam.
She laughs quietly, following you to the bedroom. "I think we're banned from the kitchen now."
She thinks. You scoff, shaking your head. Trust Natasha to go from a full secrecy mode to telling every living soul about your sex life.
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff smut#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#black widow x reader#black widow smut#black widow x you#natasha romanoff x you
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What do you think the chances are that Mud Pit is gonna be ousted by the people who need Automattic to have good will in the eyes of the community to actually get anything out of this site and wattpad
I know itâs probably low but the fact that heâs acting like a poorer Elon Musk is making my skin crawl and making me hope that a second lawsuit hits the company
ok here's the thing. he is meant to be on sabbatical. automattic gives employees a three-month paid sabbatical every 5 years, so that they can have a break from the product they work on and come back rested and with a new perspective.
matt has never taken one before now. he spent the entire leadup to his sabbatical posting increasingly wild shit in public channels at the company (like the chess thing, or trying to get people to buy a friend's product, or the entire fracas with taking over the wordpress.org twitter account. wordpress.org is an independent non-profit that he is not the ceo of).
i mention this because people were hoping (including me) that he really would actually log off, have a chill time (or, idk, whatever kind of time CEOs who go off the grid bc they got flooded in at burning man like to have), and let the interim CEO get a chance to do a better job. that would help the board make a decision based on data.
he was very clearly spiraling before he even left, and then within the first few days of Company Sanctioned Log Off Time he's pulled multiple Classic Matt things on multiple parts of the company before showing up here. this whole thing is so deeply unfunny but it also is a bit of a tom and jerry or looney tunes bit, where i can only imagine HR or Legal is chasing him around the various accounts/platforms with a comically large inflatable baseball bat and he's just evading them.
he can't do that in person, but he still gets a lot of leeway generally. at the last division meetup (irl meeting for employees, flown from all over the world) he showed up twitchy and exhausted and hyped in a way that was very familiar to me from flatmates who used to steal and snort my adhd medication, then proceeded to drink so much over the course of an evening answering questions from his employees that he had to be firmly babysat off the stage and walked back into the lobby of the hotel to sober up.
i made eye contact with him that night, before he dropped his head back into his hands. two people relatively high up in the company were sitting with him, silently watching him as he struggled to sober up. it wasn't the first drunk shenanigan of his i witnessed at one of these, and this is purely opinion but i have to assume that his current behavior is the result of suddenly having time on his hands to have the world's longest bender and post through it.
back to your question: i do not know if what he's done is enough to get the board to remove him. i wish it didn't have to come to this to hope that they will. but we'll find out.
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â TASTE ME WHEN SHE'S KISSING YOU â
pairing. abby anderson x fem!reader x owen!pissoff
TASTE ME WHEN SHE'S KISSING YOU, being friends with benefits with abby is no easy feat, continuously finding yourself at odds with what you know is logic and a heavy heart but at tess and joelâs wedding, push comes to shove. putting you and abby between a rock and a hard place.
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warnings y disclaimers. eighteen+, wedding!au, cheating, friends to lovers (kinda?), abby in a fucking suit, lowkey!mean abby, smidge of sub!abby, slight daddy!kink, angst + fluff + smut ps the whole trifecta, light bondage (r!tied up), fingering, 69ing, pussy munching, anal teasing, mean!abby, sub!reader, reader desc. feminine, anti-owen energy, lowkey mel slander.
wc. 21k+
hi guys! it's finally here! m'so proud of this one created with my love, @absfawn. this baby is our pride and joy, we had the most fun writing this together and hope y'all enjoy it as well. if you like it, let us know! feedback truly means a lot. anyways, happy reading!
Things have always been challenging for both of you. From the moment you met, friendship blossomed, sustaining for years, longer than Abby expected. Sheâs grateful for you but doesnât know how you still tolerate her. An inkling can be found in the pit of her stomach, and every time her gaze catches you, thereâs a hope that terrifies her. Almost a promise or a future she knows she wants but doesnât think she can ever have.Â
Itâs been like this since the moment the two of you met.Â
She remembers the first time she spoke of you, with Tess and Joel at the monthly dinner they had every first of the month, the light in her bright blues putting the full moon to shame. While Joel just chucked it up to a blossoming friendship, Tess could see something different â something bright. It shocked Tess even more when Abby brought Owen when she came to visit and not you. Her shine didnât exist when Abby was with her boyfriend, but it did with you. Just a few months later, Tess met you, and she chucked when she saw how Abby couldnât keep your eyes off of you. She constantly tended to you, ensuring you were comfortable, or the not-so-subtle hand rubbing your thigh sweetly.Â
Joel was clueless about the behavior, but Tess could see it clearly as day.Â
Tess had never seen Abby so full of joy, not since her mother had so tragically been taken away from her.Â
Ever since her motherâs passing, Tess has been the one to take her under her protective wing. She was one of the very few Abby couldnât count on, gracious to be there to hold her hand and wipe her tears when she lost her mother in her early teen years. As much as Abby loves her Father, the moments she misses her mom are more vigorous than one would like to admit. The specific way she would braid her golden hair or the tender kiss she would leave on her temple before she wished Abby goodnight. Her age didnât matter; her mom never let her feel unloved from the moment she held her as a newborn. Abbyâs curious eyes were all it took for mom to be enamored with her daughter.Â
When her grades started slipping, and her absence at school became apparent, her soccer coach snapped her out. She let Abby talk about her mom when her Father, Jerry, was too weak to discuss the elephant in the room. Abby never blames him; she is the love of his life, and he mourns her every day. He looks at her bright blues, and the touch of green surrounding the irises reflects her mothers. She also talked about how soft spoken Abby is, how particular she is with her tidiness, and how she learned to braid her hair like her mother used to.Â
Ever since then, the bond they shared nearly became unbreakable.Â
Tess never had a child of her own, and she never could either, but with Abby, it almost felt like she was one of her ownâthe adoptive daughter she didnât even know she needed but couldnât imagine her life without. Even if Abby has to take a flight to see her, they never miss their Sunday afternoon call, where they catch up on the nonsense in both of their lives.Â
Itâs one of the most incredible comforts Abby has. Sheâll treasure it for as long as she has Tess, her second chance at a motherâs love, she likes to call it. However, Abby couldnât get away with hiding in the dark sometimes because of how close they were. Especially when she brought you over for the holidays for the first time.Â
Two Years EarlierâŠ
âI donât know whatâs going on with you and Owen or you and her, but donât mess it up with her.â Tess mumbles as they watch from a distance. There you are, Joel, and you, her Father, Jerry, preparing Thanksgiving dinner. You look happy. It brings a delightful smile to Abby. It feels right, you being here with her, how easy all of it is except for why itâs so painfully not.Â
âYeah, I might be putting my foot in my mouth with this one,â Abby admits. She sips on the chilled beer you brought her a few moments ago.Â
âSomething is going on, isnât it? Showing up with her instead of Owen is surely saying something.â Tess huffs out ironically. âCanât imagine one like that is too keen on someone other than himself taking up time in your life.âÂ
âI suppose something is going on,â Abby says so quickly that Tess almost misses it.Â
âAbigail Anderson.âÂ
âI know! Okay, Iâll stop it. I justââ She pauses to look at you, making an effort with her Father as Jerryâs probably telling you some old joke youâve already heard three too many times, but you humor him.Â
âYou love her.âÂ
âI donâtââÂ
âDonât even, Abigail.â The older woman bites back. Abby opens her mouth to say a line of defense, but it says so openly that she thinks a fly might go ahead and make a home.Â
Tess has always been a no bullshit kind of woman. She was never one to beat around the bush; she always directly called out Abby on her own shit. When it stunk, she would be the first to tell her.Â
âI donât have to tell you how this looks, do I?âÂ
âNope. Weâre crystal clear.âÂ
Dinner goes off without a hitch. There is roasted hamâthe biggest ham Abby has ever seenâmashed potatoes, green bean casserole, beets, sweet potatoes, and her favoriteâapple pie. Everyone digs in rather quickly. The Southern meal does wonders for the heart but silences the makeshift family. Abby can hear Joel moan as he stuffs his mouth full of potatoes.Â
Her dad keeps the conversation light, asking where Ellie is. Apparently, her flight got snowed in. She missed the original flight due to not setting an alarm, resulting in oversleeping an hour past her flight. Everyone is quietly talking when you notice some gravy dribbling down her lips.Â
âHere, Abs, let me get it.â Instead of using your napkin to clean up the mess, your thumb wipes it off her pink and pouty lips, doing it all with a sweet smile on your face. As if it had never happened, you dig back into your food.Â
You miss it.Â
Tess gives Abby a deadly look, her eyes bugging at the mannerisms. How close the two of you must be that Abby, who isnât one for physical touch, let you do something so intimate and so easily at that. Raising her eyebrows as if to signal if it genuinely happened, Abby measly shrugged at Tess as if it was no big deal.Â
The rest of the night, Abby was mindful of how close they got to you, but you seemed to really not give a fuck. After you were done eating, your head resting on her shoulder as you lightly engaged in conversation, the food doing its job, nearly subduing you into a small comatose.Â
No more than a few hours later, you have a glass of wine as you sit next to Abby, joking with Joel as you rub the back of her muscular back. Drawing random patterns on her spine as she nearly moans from the tingles sent through your body.Â
This is everything Abby wants at her fingertips; you are everything sheâs ever wanted. The way youâre so soft, delicate when you handle other people, how when you comfort her, itâs the warmest sheâs felt in god knows how long. She thinks of Owen and how he makes her feel, but it doesnât make her feel anything at times, not the intensity she feels in the rapid beat of her heart each time she feels your comforting touch or your sweet voice dripping honey all over her.Â
Life has always been in black and white â good and bad choices for her.Â
But none of this seemed to be that simple.Â
Especially since sheâs the said person making the questionable decisions. Desperately, she finds herself forced to think of it each time Tess throws her a glance each time you do something entirely too intimate for a platonic, casual friend. Nothing about this is purely a token of friendship, but the only person questioning it is the woman who knows her like the back of her hand.Â
The last night sheâs there, her urges give in, especially when youâre begging for it. Itâs not even thirty minutes since you went to the guest bedroom, separate from her own, and youâre knocking on her door. Your pupils are dilated, thighs rubbing against one another, your perky tits visible through the think tank top and pajama shorts youâre wearing.Â
It isnât long before youâre in her bed, deliciously placed on top of her with you, with your slick folds gliding against her. Even with as good as it feels, how close Abby knows sheâs getting, the tight knot in her stomach begging to be released, she savors the moment. Itâs a slight tick she has, watching you as you use her body to feel the euphoric rise. The headboard creaks as you roll your hips. Abby should care that someone might hear them, but when your pace increases, her body twitches, and she loses control, finding it difficult for anything else to cross her mind. The irresistible high Abby rides sends you into your own, your body collapsing on top of her.Â
With the palm of her hands, she soothes your back, rubbing her hands up and down your spine, your body shaking from the orgasm.Â
Maybe itâs the holidays or seeing you with her family. The words she desperately wants to say threaten to spill over her tongue. Almost as if you can sense it, your lips find hers as you reach backward to grab her hands, intertwining them with your own before pinning them over her head. A flutter fills the blonde as you kiss along her jaw sweetly before finding her lips again, telling her everything you know the both of you canât say.Â
âCause the reality is Abby isnât yours to hold, but the two of you will keep pretending like she is. You fall asleep cuddled into her frame, your soft breath grazing into her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Just like every night this happens, Abby canât sleep.Â
From a very young age, Abby has always been one to worry, keeping her up all night. Her mother had to convince her to take melatonin, which dissolves on her tongue just so she could get sleep throughout grade school. As the years passed, her life became more complicated, and the amount of sleep she got seemed to decrease substantially.Â
Carefully, she untangles her limbs, not wanting to disturb your peaceful slumber. She blows a puff of smoke, swinging back and forth on the porch swing, and the moonlight kisses her cheeks. As much as Abby likes to deny it, the holidays make her miss home, but sheâs found another thousands of miles away thatâs hard to give up.Â
Of course, Tess canât sleep either.Â
She takes the bud from Abbyâs grip and takes a hit herself.Â
âYou know these are so bad for you.â Tess shakes her head, the draw she has peeping through.Â
âNot bad enough for you, huh?â Abby giggles as Tess rolls her eyes. If she looks closely enough, she sees the little thirteen year old mamaâs girl before her eyes. The sentiment nearly makes Tessâ eyes water. Itâs been such a long time since sheâs seen the bright-eyed athlete this blissful. âGuess not, Abigail.âÂ
âJerry was talkinâ about you and her after yâall retreated for the night.â Abbyâs eyes quirk up, her body language becoming rigid at the mention of you. She tries to ease her nerves, taking another hit as she allows the cannabis to infiltrate her lungs, almost holding a candle to the insatiable addiction she has for you. âOh yeah?âÂ
She passes the joint back to Tess as she takes another hit, blowing it into the crispy fall wind as it kisses the oak tree hovering over the house. Abby isnât sure why it puts her own edge or why there is a need to protect you from any further suspicions. The status of her current relationship, the one she has with you, why Owen isnât here with her, and why you are. Itâs an answer she doesnât really have yet. Â
âLess arguing with her than Owen. Itâs what he joked about, nothing serious. Unwound that neck of yours, thought youâd be less tense with all that creaking.âÂ
âTess!âÂ
âWhat? Iâm old, not deaf.âÂ
Abby canât help the blush creeping up her neck, crawling to her freckled cheeks. She doesnât want to smile or expose her feelings about you more than tonight, but she fails. It creeps on her just like you have. The only thing sheâs sure of is it wonât halt anytime soon. This deep hole sheâs dug herself in just gets her closer to hell, but sinning has never felt so euphoric. She feels it every time your sweet taste dances on her tongue or your giggle is so light it fills everyone in the room with joy. Her favorite has to be your smile. Abby swears sheâs seeing an angel for the first time.Â
âJust say it. If you canât tell anyone else, tell me. You canât tell her right now, or that girl will run in another direction, leaving you with that sorry excuse for a man by your side.â Tess huffs as Abby rolls her eyes.Â
âHeâs not that bad.âÂ
âHe must be that bad if youâre hooking up with someone who isnât your boyfriend, Abigail.â Abbyâs mouth opens, and no words manage to crawl out as she looks at Tess with wide eyes. Sure, she was a blunt and honest person most of the time, but she could have saved Abby the trouble of being so fucking honest for just a moment. Just to save her already breaking heart.Â
âSânot what it isââ
âNo?â Tess cocked her head to the side, looking at Abby silently, almost as if she was trying to figure her out. âThen what is it? Just us here, Abby. Like I said if you canât turn to anyone else and speak to them about whatever the fuck is going on, at least speak to me. Is that not what I told you years ago? If you are ever having a problem or an issue, you come to me, and I will do my best to help you.â
Abby lowers her head in shame or frustrationâshe has no idea whichâand inhales deeply. âItâs sânot that easy. You think me sitting here, smoking with you, is going to make it easier? Because I wonât. I donât know why youâre trying so hard.â
âBecause I love you, and I donât want to see you or anyone else hurt in the process.â Sheâs blunt again, but her serious face falters just a little bit when Abby nods slowly. âAbbyââ
âYou donât understand. You donât understand how much it hurts,â Her blue eyes pierce into Tessâs, and she feels her heart break piece by piece. âYou donât, you have Joel, you have each other, a love you share doesnât always happen to everyone else. I wonât get a love like yours because mâjust fucking up my life by hurting everyone who walks into it. Owen doesnât even look at me the same anymore, and what am i supposed to do? Slap on a smile and act like thatâs fuckin normal? And when he is fine? Itâs not important enough for him to see. Being with her is something I havenât felt or had before.â
âYou either tell her you love her or you end it, sâânot right, and you know it. Youâre just stringing her along.âÂ
âYou think I donât fucking know that?â Abby scoffs and tugs at her hair with a soft growl under her breath. âYou think I donât think about that whenever I tell her to leave? Even though she can make my shitty night into something perfect? Do you think mânot thinking that the entire time? What do you want me to say to her? I love you, but I canât ruin your life because I love fucking up mine?â She laughs, one Tess can smell is fake, and shrugs to herself.Â
âEverything Iâve had, or had, gets taken from me, and when I find the one thing that mâhere for, and I canât do anything but see her behind closed doors, those stupid glances and smiles that make my heart feel like itâs going to rip out my chest? Thatâs what is fucking keeping me alive. Just to see her fuckin face, to see her smile, makes me feel alive. It makes me feel again.â Abby finally looks up at Tess, the walls sheâs built up for years slowly crack. âYou think I donât know mâbreaking her heart because I have no idea what I'm doing with my life right now? You're wrong if you think I donât because I spend endless nights hating myself for it. No one will ever hate me more than I hate myself, Tess.â
For once, Tess is stunned into silence. Abby closed herself off from friends and family as she grew older, never opening up about her feelings and emotions. Even if people said it wasnât a healthy thing to do, she never listened and kept at it. âNo one hates you, Abby.â Her voice is quiet and cautious as she reaches for Abbyâs hand, a hand thatâs suddenly grown colder as the minutes pass.
âI hate myself,â Abbyâs voice cracks, a younger shell of herself clawing its way out. âI hate myself and donât know what to do.â
âYou need to start being honest with yourself, Abby.â Tess smiled, reaching up and wiping Abbyâs tears away with a soft touch. âHow badly do you love her?â
âTo the point, I canât be without her.â
Abbyâs body leans more into Tessâs touch the longer she wipes away her tears and rests her head on her shoulder. âThen you have to tell her, you know? I know the entire situation is a fucked up one, at best, but youâre still hurting yourself. I donât want you to hate yourself, and I donât want you to end up being hurt in the end. Do you understand where Iâm coming from? Thatâs all I want for you, to be happy. Thatâs all Iâve ever wanted for you, Abigail.â
âShe makes me happy, Tess.â
âI know, Sweetheart,â Tess mumbles against her temple and brushes loose strands of hair behind her ear. âTalking and admitting things isnât easy for you like it is for others. I know that, but you canât keep holding in how you feel because you are scared to hurt the person whoâs supposed to take care of you. We can see you arenât happy with Owen, Abby, everyone can see it but you and him. If you love her and not him, you need to tell her. Iâm here, Iâm always here if you need that extra bit of help, but getting how you feel off your chest, to her, will do you good.â
Abby makes a sound between a groan and a huff before nodding against Tessâs shoulder slower than a snail slides. âMâtrying. Everyday mâtrying but itâs just so hard.â
âIâm not telling you to tell her about the day when you would throw a fit when I tried to brush your hair or would slap the scissors out my hand whenever you asked me to cut your hair; you donât have to rush yourself, I know that people are hurting but you are also hurting, and thatâs the last thing I want for you. Go at your own pace, but donât leave it too late, Abby. People only wait for a certain amount of time.â
âWhat if Iâve already lost her?â Abby canât help but insecurely ask.
âI donât think she would still be happy to see you if you lost her, Abigail. The girl isnât going anywhere, but she might if you donât tell her how you really feel. I can see the way she looks at you, itâs the same way Joel looks at me, actually,â Tess laughed, slapping Abbyâs head lighty when she playfully made gagging sounds. âEnough of that.â
âYes, Maâam.â
âAs I was saying, she looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. If you lost her, she wouldnât continue to look at you like that. That is all I'm saying. Given how shitty the entire situation is right now, I Can tell you that girl is not going anywhere. You just need that extra push to tell her how you really feel, okay?â
Abby lifts her head and looks at Tess, her eyes red and slightly puffy; a small smile appears on her lips before she nods again. âOkay,â She sucked in a deep breath. âIâll try. Thank you.â The blonde sniffles.
âThatâs what Iâm here for, to make sure you stay out of shit like this,â Tess jokes while Abby simply rolls her eyes. âYouâre the best thing in my life, Abby, I hate to see you so upset.â
âI thought Joel was the best thing in your life?â
âWhat he doesnât know doesnât hurt him, you will always be my favourite person. Just think next time before something like this happens, for my sake. Iâm getting older, you know.â She shoves Abbyâs shoulder with hers gently and squeezes her hand. âI love you. Even if you have ruined my makeup.â
That has Abby on alert, her eyes widening as she looks at Tess to find the once perfect mascara smudged under her eyes. âDid I make you cry? Mâsorryââ
âI give a shit about you, Abby. When youâre hurt, Iâm hurt because youâre in pain, and sometimes I donât know what to do to make you feel better,â She admitted softly. âIf you think I can sit here and not cry when youâre telling me you hate yourself, then you are stupid. It breaks my heart to know you think so little of yourself. Youâre perfect, you hear me? No matter what is happening, youâre worth so much more. You deserve so much more than what heâs giving you. If heâs the reason you think of yourself so little of yourself like this, Iâll park my foot up his ass.â
A wet laugh rips through Abbyâs throat before she can stop it and Tess is just happy that Abbyâs already feeling just a little better. âI would like to see that,â She giggled, wiping her eyes and shaking her head. âItâs notâ I think Iâve just started hating myself over the years because itâs easier than loving myself. I donât know, sometimes I don't think mâgood enough for anyone so hating myself seemed easier, mâworking on it, I promise.âÂ
âYouâre good enough, Abigail. Youâre more than enough. I donât care if it takes me years, iâll make you see how perfect you are. You deserve more than heâs ever given you. I just wish you would see that. She makes you happy, he doesnât. You and her work. I only had to find you both looking at each other with that smile, and I knew. You canât hide anything from me, ever. Itâs impossible.â Tess smiled, a smile that Abby missed when she was always so serious.
âI love you,â Abby chokes out, voice slightly rough and raspy, but she gets it out. âI know I donât tell or show you enough, but I do love you. I know that I don't say anything enough, but thank you, and not just for tonight. It has been for every night, every day, since I was younger. For never giving up on me when some days I really wished you would. Some days, you would look at me, and I just wished you would give up on me because I didnât want to disappoint someone else I love.â
âYou never disappoint me, Abby. You could never do that.â
âNot even right now?â
âYou might have put yourself in a stupid place right now, but that doesnât mean youâve disappointed me. Thatâs something that you could seriously never do. You just need to think about what you want and do it. No more holding back. Take that leap and go for what you want.â
âI want her. Iâve always only ever wanted her, Tess.â
âThen stop crying in my arms and go get your girl.âÂ
âÂ
Two Years LaterâŠ
Abby, now more than ever, wonders if sheâs truly become this malignant villain. Even with good intentions, she still manages a way to wreak havoc in your life â only wishing to be your savior but somehow ending up your heinous villain. The rose colored glasses covering your perfect, beautiful eyes, not being able to see whatâs so clearly in front of you.Â
For there is a day like today, where she canât even stand to look at herself in the mirror. Itâs a truly, unsettling, aching feeling that wells in her chest before it sinks to her stomach. Silently, she tells herself, this will be the last. You deserve more than this.Â
She promises to end things with Owen, her long standing boyfriend, the needle in your spin. The needle in the haystack you need to pluck and throw into another dimension. Every time you bring him up, Abby closes herself off or redirects the subject. If thereâs one thing she despises, itâs talking about him when sheâs with you. She tells herself it doesnât but the guilt consumes her, not for being with you but because sheâs unable to give you what you deserve.Â
Abby canât quite stop herself from dragging her feet in the mud, the impending blow of her relationship with Owen is near but still halts. A safety net may be the cause of her hollow demise, but itâll be there to catch her.Â
You question why she needs him at all.Â
Late night booty calls where sheâll have to make up some lie to Owen as she seeks the refuge of the nectar she craves on her salivating lips, how the insatiable blonde wonât stop until youâre coating over lips entirely, the sweet sensation dancing on her tongue as she swallows every drop. When sheâs practically dying for a taste, you never say no to her, even if you should, you're not capable of it. Even if her intentions are well placed she still takes advantage of the situation.Â
Abby wonders if itâs obvious how much craves for a moment of your undivided attention. Do you know how much you replay in her mind? The moans rivaling a symphony, the one she imagines as Abby gets off to the thought of you. Thick, long fingers stuffed in her cunt as she contemplates if you do the same. It seems you must when youâre calling her tonight, moaning her name softly as you beg her to come over. Even if she was just there last night, Abby would come running like a dog digging for their favorite bone.
As long as you asked, she will always come.Â
It isnât until after when youâre so blissed and fucked out, the guilt surfaces again, practically substituting the blood supply pumping through her veins. Hazy eyes clouded with lust and love look at her, the damn look always getting her in this bed with you. To no avail, itâs a cycle she created and enabled, the two of you too weak with need to break.Â
Abby feels shame when she doesnât let the love reach her eyes, the love that reaches yours every time you look at her. Sheâs envious of it. How open your love expands even when sheâs done nothing but tangle you up in her web of lies and deceit.Â
Sheâs only snapped out of her thoughts when you run your fingers through her golden hair, her blocked blues, void of any tell of what sheâs thinking looks at you again, really looks instead of just staring off into whatever has her so tripped up. She tries anyway.Â
âBaby, come back to me.âÂ
The pad of your thumb caresses her scarred cheek, delicately tracing patterns into her soft skin, but you know she wonât come back. Not mentally, not until thereâs distance from what the both of you did. Until it happens again and this is where the both of you land again.Â
âI donât knowââ You shut her up, lips locking with her even softer ones, pink and swollen from the past few hours.Â
âStop. Please? Would you just look at me?âÂ
âI amâŠlooking.âÂ
âBaby?â You speak softly, so delicate it makes Abby nearly whine. The name of endearment, as soon as it falls, engraves your name on another piece of her heart. Each time youâre sweeter to her than she deserves, a little part of her is given to you. Abby isnât sure how much she has left that doesnât belong to you.Â
Every bit of it is yours to have, even if you decide you donât want it, her heart will always belong to you.Â
âYeah?â She leans into your touch, even if itâs just for a singular second, you pick up on it.Â
âCan you stay tonight?â You plead as you crane your neck to look at her from a better angle, fully coming off your high, until itâs replaced with a new one. Every second you look at her it feeds the endless addiction you have for her, the drug you need more and more every day.Â
âYeah, Iâll stay.â Her voice is full of rasp as she agrees to your request. Then she uses her strength to pull you back on top of her. Your face rests against hers as you find warmth in the crook of her neck, smelling the familiar oak scent laced with vanilla as she runs a gentle hand up and down your spine. Even if youâre afraid this will stop at any given moment, you cherish the moment.Â
Abby starts telling you about her day, all the stupid little shit, just boring no sequential errands she was running to fill her days. Itâs strangely domestic, a side she doesnât expose often. With you or anyone. The complaints about Abbyâs stone wall are said often to Mel. How sheâs nearly stoic these days, staying in the confinements of her own mind, watching as the world passes her by instead of living in it.Â
What neither of them neglect to know she is, but itâs done in such secrecy the omission must die on your tongue. The dirty little secret you must protect like an oath you donât remember swearing, but with Abby itâs all the same.Â
You would do anything for her. As much as it hurts in the big moments when she canât be here with you, it heals you when sheâs in your bed, caressing your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Promises you want to believe, a complement of how pretty you are, or how much she misses you in the time youâre subjected to spend apart. Itâs when youâre strong, when you want more but know you canât have it so it makes you upset. Enough to the point where you distance yourself but ultimately this is where it always ends up. Not just for you, but for her too.Â
âMâsorry Iâve been avoiding you.â You confess, easier to say it when you donât have to look at her.Â
âItâs okay.â Abby thinks you should just leave her, cut her out of your life, leave her broken and bleeding. It should be the penance she pays for holding so much time in your life.Â
âItâs not. You wouldnât do it to me.â Abby sighs but she wraps you up in her strong arms, pulling you closer to her, if it was even possible. âI do sometimes, itâs not entirely true.âÂ
As you stroke her blonde hair, running your fingers through the strands you ask her something, a terrifying thought that feels you with so much dread, your hands begin to shake.Â
âAbby?â It isnât the usual way you say her name, itâs void of emotion which makes her create a slight distance so she can look at you. Youâre trying so hard not to cry, choking back the tears as but they start to slip, viciously without your permission. An instant, the girl below you starts wiping them away, doing her best to soothe you. âWhatâs wrong?â Laced with concern as you try to avoid her overpowering gaze, because if you do, you wonât get out what you need to say. Youâll fall into her, unable to find yourself, trapped in the abyss of the woman you love.Â
âJust promise me.âÂ
âPromise you what?âÂ
âPromise youâll be honest with me. Promise me if you get bored with me, if this becomes too much for you or if you decide itâs him and not me, youâll tell me. I can handle all of this but I canât handle being lied to or being shoved in the dark.âÂ
It doesnât take her more than a second to respond, âI promise. Youâll always have my honesty.â Abby locks her lips with yours, you whimper in her mouth, so loudly itâs nearly pathetic. She tastes the saltiness of your tears, the anguish funneling beneath you. Truthfully, she doesnât blame you. Two and a half years and youâre still here. Abby knows she doesnât deserve for you to be but you are. With the wedding coming up and her going with Owen, your place by her side is insignificant, making you wish things were different.Â
Abby tries to tell you how she feels through the kiss, without saying what she actually feels, what sheâs always wanted to tell you but canât. Itâs too cruel to say when Abby canât fully give herself to you. So, she holds you until you fall asleep in her arms and only then does she cry. Truly hating herself for breaking one of the only people sheâs ever truly loved, splitting you into two the longer she contemplates on what to do. She hopes youâre deep in sleep, unable to feel the tears kissing your shoulder because if anything has pushed her to the brink, itâs seeing the love of her life cry because of what sheâs done.Â
âÂ
Two week laterâŠ
Thursday. September 2024.Â
Abby couldnât stop moving, the entire ride to the airport in the shared uber with you by her side. Indifference. It was too much for her to hyperfixate on so she focused on the dreary cloud as gray as her depleted eyes, void of the natural blue tint it once held.Â
The ring on your thumb, an emerald stone, a gift from Abby for your birthday being constantly tapped with the blunt of your nail. Thereâs a craving Abby wants to satiate, a need bubbling at the service to link your fidgeting palm with hers but she canât.Â
This entire weekend she wonât be able to. Somehow, with the help of Owenâs oblivious nature, she convinced him itâd be a good idea to take separate flights due to her insane schedule which wasnât not true.Â
Just an exaggerated truth. At least thatâs what she told herself.Â
The ongoing fights with Owen, the pleading from you â rightfully so. Itâs tearing her in two different directions.Â
âAbsââ Your gentle touch lightly caresses her exposed forearm, âWeâre here.âÂ
Sheâs pulled back into reality with a touch so light and warm, Abby swears she sees stars. Even when youâre upset with her, your kindness still extends, something sheâs not quite sure what to do with. If she welcomes it, sheâs greedy for wanting to have her cake and eat it too. On the other hand if she dismisses you to ease her guilty conscience, it makes her into the malicious monster she never wants to be.Â
Abby carries both of your bags as you make your way through the airport. The only exception? Your personal carry-on you refuse to let her hold. She wants to question the action, but she lets it slip through the cracks.Â
The line to board is outrageously long. Absent-mindedly, Abbyâs head falls into the crook in your neck, her chest pressed against your back. She forgets she shouldnât feel the right to. Not when she promises so much but always tends to go back on her word.Â
Yet, you say nothing.Â
A part of you knows that if you say something, or try shrugging her off, itâs going to end in one of you saying the wrong thing, in a place at the wrong time, but on the other hand, you could never deny her touch, or being so close to her. She was intoxicating, maybe Abby didnât think so, but to you, she was all you wanted, all you wanted to be around. So when her body suddenly relaxes more against yours, and your hand wraps around to keep her up, her eyes, ones that were on the brink of falling asleep, snap open, you know sheâs got questions. Many of them. Many you donât have the heart of words to reply to. So you both say nothing, again. A silent action that holds everything. Abby doesnât need to ask whatâs going on in your head, the same way you donât need to ask whatâs going on in hers. You both already know.Â
By the time you make it onto the plane, Abby feels even closer. So close that you can smell the pinewood body wash she used this morning, the smell of her mint gum she keeps chewing on when you got the uber. You were so caught up in your own mind, and your crazy thoughts that you didnât even realize or feel the hand she had on your lower back, guiding you to where you were both seated. It was natural for her to do that when it was just you two. Keeping you safe, always having an arm around you just in case anything were to happen.jkÂ
Her touch always made you melt, she knew it, yet she didnât stop herself from letting go.
âDo you want the window seat, or?â Abby left the question open, itâs the most sheâs said to you all morning, her eyes did most of her talking whenever she would look at you, but even though you were somewhat upset with her, hearing her voice made you relax. âBabeâ the pet name rolls off her tongue so effortlessly and gently that she doesnât realize sheâs done it, itâs only when your head snaps up to look at her, with your lips parted, that she does. âShit, thatâs, mâsorry. I know youâre upset with me right nowââ
But you smile, maybe you laughed a little too, but she canât focus when youâre smiling at her like that. âAbs, sâokay. You say it a lot, it was going to happen.â you reminded her, fumbling with your ring again, a nervous habit youâre convinced only happens around her. âI know you like the window seat, even though you worry me when you completely zone out looking at the cloudsâ you teased, poking her in the shoulder lightly.  Â
âHey, clouds are relaxing to look at.â Abby shrugged, a cheeky smile curving up on her lips. âAnd i know you like being closer to the snacks when they bring them out, so we both winâ Sheâs teasing this time, and you let her. âBut you forget, you always make me buy you snacks before we go anywhereâ
âI donât make you, you offer to buy me them!â
âYou still take them though, donât you?â
âThatâs beside the point, Anderson, you know i love my snacks. Nothing will ever get in the way of me and them. No matter what you say.â
âNot even us?â
The question had your heart aching and you hadnât even sat down yet! Abby doesnât miss the way you look at her and then away from her, like you donât even know how to respond to that. She knows itâs too soon to be asking that, yet sometimes, her mouth runs before her brain can keep up with her. Something you did like about her. âNot here, Abby, pleaseâ your words came out as a whisper, eyes silently pleading at her.
âYouâre right, mâsorry, again. I seem to be fucking up a lot lately, donât i?â She smiles, but itâs one that doesnât reach her eyes like all the other times. Because she knows if she keeps asking, looking at you like that, acting like this is normal, itâs going to break you even more.Â
âYou havenât, youâre not, itâs just a lot, we can talk about it after, okay?âÂ
âAfter.â Abby nodded, the smile finally reaching her eyes.Â
Hope.
For the most part, once you had both sat in your seats, Abby by the window comfortably and you, on the outside seat, already patiently waiting for the snacks, the blonde hadnât uttered a single question that involved the pair of you. The one not long ago still lingered in your head, in your chest and it just consumed you. You were glad that she had decided to suddenly become quiet, looking out the small window in hopes she wouldnât accidentally spill another question that had you pulling more away from her.Â
She could handle a lot. Losing you was one she couldnât handle.Â
She knew she would lose you fully if she pressed too hard on a question.
Abby couldnât afford to let that happen.Â
Apart from the chatter of parents, and screaming children a few rows in front of you, Abby didnât move a muscle. It was funny. Sometimes if she were focused, she would grind her teeth together, you would only know that if youâve been around her long enough. You heard it one night. It was after a small fight with Owen, that she ended up at your apartment and you could hear the way she ground her teeth together from sitting beside her, but this time, not a single peep from her. Not even a flinch when one of the children screamed at the top of their lungs.Â
She didnât even drop hints that she knew you were looking over at her. Abby was used to your stare, used to the feeling of knowing when you would have your gaze on her whenever you had the chance that is, so maybe this was just her playing hard to get, but it still came as a shock that she wasnât even phased. One second sheâs missing you and your touch, to then not even caring about it or having it the next. After all this time, she was still hard to figure out, just like she was when you met her.
youâll figure her out, again, if you have to.
â
Friday. September 2024.
The night, one thatâs supposed to be happy and cheerful, doesnât seem to be like that for Abby. Donât get her wrong, sheâs happy, happy for those around her, happy for those having fun, happy for Joel and Tess on their engagement. I mean, why wouldnât she be happy for them? it was Joel and Tess, the same Tess thatâs been there for Abby during a few, more like multiple, rough patches in her life, listened to her when she felt like anything she did wasnât good enough, spoke to her about you, and how shitty she feels about not giving you everything you deserve. The same Tess thatâs never let her down, but as she stands here, away from everyone else who seems to be enjoying it, cradling a bottle of beer in her hand, Abby wants to run. She isnât sure why. All she knows is that the longer she watches the people around her, watches you, she wants the ground to swallow her whole, chew her up, and spit her back out.
Abby picks lamely at the label, easily torn away by the condensation of the bottle of beer, itâs all she can do at the moment. Owen seems to be interested in the topics Mel is bringing up. Any other night, she might feel her blood boiling in her presence but she finds herself otherwise occupied. The barstool sheâs nursing supports her thighs, Owenâs cologne is so strong she almost finds herself gagging on the musky oak, the one she hates. It reminds her of you, ironically enough.Â
Youâre the antithesis of him. Abby couldnât find one similarity if she tried. All hours for the rest of her life could be spent on this one task, yet it would always remain unfinished. The softness of your skin, putting the finest silk to shame. She thinks of your kind heart, the patience that extends to her in ways she doesnât feel deserving of. On more days than she has enough hands to count, youâve dropped your entire list of responsibilities for her. When thereâs been no one else, thereâs always been you.
Owen doesnât even notice how her jaw clenches, the muscles constricting against the harsh grind of her teeth, the grim frown gracing her sunkissed face, or even the way her firm hand fists the glass so hard, Abbyâs just a few moments waiting for it to blow. Part of her, however small it may be, wishes for the glass to pierce her sensitive porcelain skin. Maybe then youâd actually care instead of being lost in the shining emeraldâs of Ellie fucking Williams.Â
Abby wishes she crushed her skull the first chance she got.
Or maybe break her fingers.
She has an endless list.
One that seems to get shorter whenever she finds you. Her only reason is you.
Abby hates the way Ellieâs hands find refuge on your lower back, the same place she loves to place her own whenever sheâs close to you. She doesn't know why the way your face and smile light up at something sheâs said to you, tears Abby's heart into pieces. Just the way you look into Ellieâs eyes and laugh is like an arrow just got shot through her heart. So many promises sheâs made you, and the longer the seconds and minutes pass, she feels like youâre forgetting all about them. Maybe she only has herself to blame. No, she knows she is the only one to blame.Â
You werenât even hers, and she was losing you to someone who had already taken enough from her. That scares her. It scares her with how far she would go for you. Just to see you happy, safe, and smiling. There isnât a single thing she wouldnât do for you.Â
Sheâs scared to be yours, but sheâs terrified to not be yours.Â
Your eyes found hers like a magnet, almost as if you were trying to find her, and Abbyâs heart flutters at the sight when you smile at her. A smile she has devoted months upon months of trying to bring out of you with her shitty jokes and silliness. The prior worries and doubts seem to disappear into the back of her mind, disbursing like an open fire thatâs slowly burning out, and she gives you a small wave. A wave that has you waving her over, wanting her to be closer, needing her to enjoy herself.
âAbby, if you donât get over here, mâgoing to drag you off that stool!â You yelled over the music, your giggle sending another flutter in her chest. Did you seem to forget Ellie? Abby thought as she placed the bottle on the counter and sighed deeply through her nose.Â
Fumbling with her jacket sleeve cuff links, Abbyâs eyes, oneâs that you love to look at, stay locked to yours as she slowly makes her way towards you, a familiar look sparkling in those blue orbs of hers, and she has the nerve to fucking smirk one sheâs close enough. The blonde looks over at Ellie, that harsh resentment bubbling back up, before looking at you again with her hand out towards you. No words, just actions being thrown your way. âHow gentlewomanly of youâ you grinned, placing your hand in hers and a soft gasp slipped past your lips when she pulls you right into her chest. Not even a sheet of paper could fit between you both. Abby didnât care who was around, and who was going to complain about her dancing with you?
What you both donât notice is the way Mel suddenly stops her conversation with Owen, who was mindlessly babbling and yapping on about whatever the fuck he was talking about and cocked her head to the side when she spotted you and Abby. How one of her hands was now pressed against your lower back, the other holding onto yours. Yours seemingly comfortably on her shoulder.Â
Like you were so used to doing this with her.
âWhat the fuck are you looking at? I was trying to tell youââ Owens words get cut short when he, still oblivious as usual, turns around when he catches Melâs stare, one that wasnât directed at him, and his eyes land on Abby. His girlfriend. Who was way too close to you. Dancing like you werenât in a room full of people. Like you want people to fucking know.Â
He doesnât even seem to catch the way she looks at you. The small grin on her face that, for you, holds so much more than just an expression. To the way, her fingers flex against your back with each step you make to the sound of the music playing loudly over the speakers. Not to mention, she way she lowers her head, lips grazing the shell of your ear so softly that you almost whimper against her. âThis dress, sâpretty. Youâre prettyâ was all she whispered, and pulled away before you had time to respond.Â
Your eyes, without your want, flicker to the people crowding around one of the tablets, and your heart suddenly drops, as does your shy smile when you lock eyes with Owens. A clenched-jawed Owen that looks seconds away from bursting into flames. âAbs,â you couldnât help but mumble, body and brain refusing to look away from him. âHe looks angryâ
âWe are only dancing. Nothing wrong with thatâ She growled, not necessarily at you, but at the entire situation. She canât touch or hold you the way she wants to. Poor girl canât even say what sheâs already thinking, to you, without making a scene. âHeâs not gonna do anything.â She states firmly. âHe knows this night is important to Joel and Tess, and he knows their happiness is important to me. He wonât do say or anything to youâÂ
âBut what about to you?â
âThen let him.â
By the time the words tumble from her mouth, youâre pulling both your hands away from her when Owen is suddenly making his way towards you both. The warmth and safety you brought Abby, being ripped away from her, had her jaw locking and eye twitching. âAbbyâ He smiles, although you know itâs fake.Â
âWhat?â Her reply comes out somewhat slightly harsh which has him doing a double take and looking at you with angry eyes, again. Ones you were slightly getting used to already. âWe were dancing here, youâre ruining it. Did you want something?â
âDo you want to dance?â
Is he fucking serious?
Blinking away her thoughts repeatedly, Abby canât help but turn around to face her so-called boyfriend and raise her eyebrow at his question. âYou want to dance? Now? After youâve practically ignored me the entire time, only because mâdancing with someone else?â She didnât care if her words came out mean and cruel. She only can handle so much.Â
âI wasnât ignoring you, Absââ
âSure as fucking hell looked like you wereâ The blonde growled, the sound of her teeth grinding together had you looking up at her with wide eyes, and before you could comprehend what you were doing, you wrapped your hand around her arm and tugged her.Â
âAbby sâokay, letâs just go get some air, okay?â You pushed gently, silently hoping and praying in your head she would take the hint you were throwing and go. âWe donât need to cause a scene at their rehearsal dinner, pleaseâ
âWhat? Are you her guard dog now or something?â Owen canât stop before the question slips off the tip of his tongue, with a laugh. Not even when Abbyâs looking at him like she wants to kill him with her bare hands for simply thinking of such things. âCome on, Abby, i know you like to please people butââ
âBut nothing.â Abby was quick to cut him off. âYou know nothingâ
âWhy are you suddenly being such a bitch?â
Abby, who would do anything to snap at someone if she really wanted to, stepped back from Owen and raised an eyebrow at him. âAnd you wonder why i donât want to suddenly fucking dance with you. Grow the fuck up, Owen. First, you call me a dog, then you call me a bitch. If anyoneâs being a bitch, itâs you because youâre mad we were dancing. Doing nothing wrongâ She replied calmly, but the way her hands were twitching at her sides, told you a different story. âi need some fucking air, this room feels like itâs going to suffocate me if iâm near you any longerâ
Abbyâs walking away before you have time to ask if sheâs even okay.
Angrily eyeing up Owen, whoâs now looking down at his feet awkwardly before looking over at Mel, somewhat pleading for her to say something, you canât help but let out a gentle scoff. âCanât even go and check on your girlfriend to see if sheâs alright? What kind of âboyfriendâ are you supposed to be? Do we have to pay extra for giving a shit about her?â You laughed.Â
âOh fuck off, this is your fault!âÂ
You exhaled a deep sigh, his words stinging you in a way that hurt, but you didnât want to show that it affected you, so you just smiled sarcastically at him. âGo wag your tail to Mel, mâsure she would rather see you than anyone else would, dick breathâ
You hadnât seen the way both of them looked at you like a deer in headlights.Â
Abby was hard to find sometimes, most of the time she would disappear so fast that it was like she just went completely invisible. Other times, she would have simply gone home and never left her apartment again, but this was different. She wasnât at home, and she didnât know this place like the back of her hand. So surely finding her would be slightly easier.
Luck, or whatever they call it these days, must have been on your side as you found the blonde slumped on one of the benches, jacket crumpled beside her with her head thrown back and sighing deeply. Of all places she could have hidden, she chose to hide in the most obvious place. The fucking garden? âUsually when youâre mad, youâve already drunk 3 bottles of beer and are having some kind of psychotic breakâ Your voice rang out, snapping her back into reality. âAre you having a psychotic break?â
âDoes it look like mâhaving a fucking psychotic break?â She laughed. Deep and raspy. A sound that always has your thighs clenching together no matter the place or time.
âYouâre pretty good at masking your emotions, so you could beâ You shrugged, a small bite in your words as you placed yourself beside her. âBut you already knew that, didnât you?â
âDid you come out here just to piss me off? Because if you did, itâs workingâ
Your eyes found hers, and you couldnât even stop the way your breath hitched in your throat at the lazy grin plastered on her face. âNo, i came to check on you to see if you were okay, but him calling you a dog didnât bruise your ego that much so iâll leave if you want?â
Her hand reached out as you moved, her cold and rough ones grabbing onto your arm gently that you gasped at the action and pouted. âNo. Stay, donât leave, mâsorryâ She apologized, suddenly feeling too vulnerable and scared. Too open. âMâsorry, i know you donât have to stay, especially with how iâve treated you. I donât want to be here, sâall too much for me to handle. Being close to you, and not being able to do anything is driving me insane. I miss youâ Abby admitted, thumb brushing across the skin of your knuckles. âIâI need youâ
You donât see the flicker of vulnerability or hurt in Abbyâs eyes, you just look at her, trying to figure out her words. She didnât expect you to chuckle. âYou need me?â You repeated, shaking your head and scoffing. âIf you need me, like you say, why do you push me away? Why do you never pick me? Why do you always end up picking a guy who doesnât give a shit about you? A guy who would rather see you hurt, than happy? What does Owen have that i donât, Abby?â
âBecause mâscared ill fuck this up. Believe it or not, but youâre the only good thing i have, i canât fuck that up. I canât fuck you up. Do you think i donât think about you when iâm with him? Because youâre all i think about, and it drives me nuts because i canât do anything about it. I want you, i always want you, but iâm terrified youâll realise iâm just not it. That iâm not enough for you. Youâre the only thing i think about, but i donât want to ruin you or what we have.âÂ
You create some distance, venturing off down the makeshift isle displayed in the front of the garden. Florals formed in an arch, bigger than youâd ever seen, didnât really seem like Joel and Tessâ style, but it sure was beautiful. The pops of coral and different tones of pink rooted in a deep green. You find a moment of peace in the silence, not knowing what will be left between the two of you once the secret youâd been holding spills.Â
âAbigailâŠâ You take a deep breath trying to muster the courage, hoping itâs buried somewhere beneath you, only needing to be dug out.Â
Abby finds her heart dropping when she sees you standing under the arch. She thinks itâs cruel, just a glimpse of a future she wants so desperately but she doesnât even know where to begin. How can she earn you now? After everything sheâs doneâŠis there any redemption to be found?Â
âYou are ruining us. Each time you tell me youâre leaving but stay with him snuffs out everything we have.â Abby stands wanting to console you, but the look in your eyes keeps her at bay. The tears building in your beautiful eyes, and itâs not that youâre distraught, youâre clearly angry. Frustrated doesnât even begin to cover the overflow of emotions swarming through you.Â
Youâre exhausted with co-existing with him, pretending everything is fine and normal. That heâs the one who makes her happy, heâs the one who knows what she wants, what she needs â that heâs the one.Â
âTell me why.â Your tone is firm, hands crossed over as shiver in the crisp air of the spring wind. âTell me why itâs him and not me.âÂ
âWhat?â Abby bites back, her pearly whites grinding into each other as she nearly snarls. âYou canât be serious.âÂ
Anger starts to swirl beneath the deep pools, the one she hides so well, not even the best could decipher what she hides, all of the sweet nothings she wishes she could speak of but doesnât. Every time she wants to lash out at Owen for not treating her right but doesnât. The love she holds yet hides under lock and key. All of it is kept within her, only for her to know and see, but the anger slips.Â
Itâs evident the moment you tell her â Itâs Owen not me.Â
âHave you lost your goddamn mind?â Abby stalks you like youâre her prey, getting closer and closer to you. Your hands are unable to keep still when sheâs so close to you, making her overwhelming presence known. You wonât look at her and it pisses her the fuck off to no degree. Why canât you just see how much she needs you? âAfter everything. Everything weâve shared, youâre just gonna stand there, ask me some bullshit like that?âÂ
Youâve never been the one to have Abbyâs anger directed towards you, youâve witnessed it on others, but never yourself. Was it normal to feel so small against someone youâve known for years? Against someone who only has to look at you, hold you in their arms, and tell you that everything is okay?
âThen why canât you justââ
âItâs always been you!â Abby shouts, her voice so loud that the birds, who were calmly in their nests, flutter and fly away. âSo what else do you want me to fucking do?!â
That was your final nail in the coffin.
âI want you to choose me. I want you to want me the way I want you. I donât want to be someone you only want when heâs not around. To be first. Mânot fucking asking you for much, Abigail. Just to be the first in your life. Thatâs all.â
âYou know itâs not that easyâ
âItâs never fucking easy with youâ You scowled, eyes fluttering and watching her abruptly turning away from you. Even if youâve known her for years, she was cautious of who saw her like this. Or cautious whenever it came to her emotions. She didnât want to be seen as weak. Tonight though, tonight you didnât care what you said or did, you just wanted her to listen. Which is why you struggled to keep your mouth shut as she walked away. âDo you really think Owen gives a single fuck about you when heâs too busy shoving his tongue down Mel's throat like sheâs some kind of hydration?âÂ
If you didnât know Abby as well as you did, you would have cowered at the way her body halted in her steps, turned around slowly, and even from the distance between you both, you could see how tight she was clenching her jaw. âExcuse me?â
âAbby thatâs notââ
âNo.â She laughed, more so dryly as she shook her head. âOpen that fucking mouth and repeat what you said. Câmon, remember when i tell you to use your words? Yeah, fucking use them then. Say it againâ Sheâs in front of you again before you can blink, unsure of how she even moved that fast. âDonât hold back now, you want my attention? You got it. Come onâ
âAbby, please i didnât mean to say thatâ You frowned, fumbling with the ring on your finger nervously. âMâsorryâ
âYouâre sorry? Youâre asking me to pick between you both even though you kept this entire thing to yourself? You knew this entire time and you what? Thought if i admitted how much i want you, i wouldnât be as hurt when you told me? Use that pretty head of yours, youâre not fucking stupid, of course, it would fucking hurt meâ
âMâsorryââ
âBut youâre not.â Abby laughed. âYouâve been fine keeping it from me. If you were sorry, you would have told me, no?â
âItâs not like we are perfect either. Look at what weâre doing. Weâre just as bad!â
âBut that never stopped you coming over late at night and begging me to fuck you, did it? Never once complained when i had you on my bed, fucked out your brain, did you? If it was so bad, you would have stayed away. If this entire thing was bad, you would have told me to fuck off, wouldnât you? You wouldnât have kept pulling me along if it was so bad. So no, youâre not sorry, youâre just sorry that you got caught and your big mouth let me know whatâs happening.â
âAbbyââ
âDonât you dare start crying right nowâ Sheâs warning, looking at you angrily. If looks could kill, she would have already killed you by now. âI was going to break up with him, you know? After Joel and Tess had their wedding. I was going to do everything to make it special for us, and thenâ then you had to go and fucking do thisâ She scoffed, stepping away from you. âItâs always been you, you fucking know that, and i would have fucking broken up with him if you gave me a little more timeâ
You can feel your heart slowly breaking as you just watch Abby move away from you. âAbby, please, we can talk about this!â You pleaded, taking a couple of steps, trying to reach her. âWe can talk about it, we can, pleaseâ
But she doesnât stop. Not even when the sounds of your cries fill her ears. Something she would always do. Always stopping if youâre upset or hurt. She just leaves, not even looking back, with the faintest. âI canât even look at you right now.â
â
After spending several hours crying in the garden, staring at the stupid floral arch, one that you couldnât help but picture Abby and you underneath. All the countless nights spent together, seeing a future in her eyes, now it seems hopeless. In the heat of your despair, you revealed the tight lipped secret youâd been holding, ruining everything. In her eyes you can still see it, the betrayal and hurt, but not from who she expected it from.Â
You have a craving building, wondering what sheâs thinking, and if she really meant what she said. Even if she says itâs always been you, saying it is one thing, actually standing behind those words is another entirely. Pathetically, you stayed there, crossing your fingers behind your back as you awaited her return but she never came. You truly, royally, fucked things up.Â
It didnât stop from the anger rolling off you as well as the anguish. You never wanted her to know that you knew about his extra curricular activities. The selfish part of you; the one that seems to win mostly, you wanted her to pick you because she loves you, not to be a second choice or just a side piece of ass.Â
Barefoot and heartbroken, you wander back to the lobby of the hotel, just to find Mel and Owen together so impossibly close with each other at the bar you wonder why Owen and Abby even bother staying together. Itâs so clear, to anyone else with eyes, they are just wrong. Neither of them fit the way youâre supposed to when you love someone, when you actually care about the other person, yet she wants to savor his feelings for what reason? You werenât sure you would ever understand why Abby did the things she did.Â
The only person Abby trusted is herself. Hiding behind the mask she fronts, never fully letting anyone into the feelings brewing inside her but leaving her ultimately â empty.Â
Begrudgingly, you decide to take a shot of tequila, basking in your lost hope before making your way to your hotel room.Â
You arenât walking that long before you can feel the pain in the heels of your feet, the shoes you picked for tonight slowly becoming a bad idea, as you spot your room. Reaching into your bag, the strap slowly falling off your shoulder, you grumbled softly under your breath when you didnât feel the small thin key card that you knew you had earlier and instantly slumped your forehead against the wooden door. âAre you fucking kidding me?â You mutter to yourself.Â
Deep in your own head, you donât notice Abby sluggishly yet tiredly making her way down the corridor, unaware you were mumbling and cursing to yourself as you simply grabbed and shook the door handle with so much anger that youâre surprised it didnât break.
âOh, fuck you, you stupid fucking door!â Your foot collided with the door, annoyance spiraling from within you, the yelling and action had you gaining the attention from none other than Abby herself. Did you want it? Yes, but did you want it when she was angry? You werenât sure.Â
âYouâre not supposed to kick the door, you know?â She couldnât help but mutter, watching you struggle with an amused smile on her lips.Â
âBe grateful mânot kicking you.âÂ
She laughs, or you think she laughs, and hummed at your obvious struggle. Your threat not affecting her as much as you wanted it to. âDid you lose it?â
âDid i lose it?â You repeated, hand gripping the handle tighter with a clenched jaw. âDo you really think iâm the kind of person to lose a fucking key card?â
âYou tell me, you canât get into your room, it seems like you did lose itâ Abby points out the most obvious thing before sighing softly under her breath. âOr you wouldnât be stuck out here.â
Turning your head quickly at her words, you growled at her and glared in her direction. âWould it make you happy if i admit that yes, i fucking lost my key card?â
âIt might.â Abby chuckled, tongue clicking against the side of her cheek in amusement again. You notice that glint in her eyes again, the same one youâve seen countless times in those baby blues, but she doesnât say much, not that she has to. âYou can uh, stay in my room, if you want?â
Are you hearing her correctly?
âYou want me to stay in your room? Didnât you say you couldnât stand looking at me anymore?âÂ
âThatâs notââ Sheâs pausing, running her hand over her face in frustration. âI donâtâ this is just hard for me, okay? Can you try to reason with me?â
âMâtrying, but every time i try to, you throw it back in my face. You throw it in my face like this entire situation is my fault.â You found her stepping closer, not that you noticed seconds prior, but as you get your words out, you notice sheâs listening. âI just want you to understand.â
âUnderstand what?â
âThat I just want to be yours, and it hurts that you donât understand, or you do and would rather me not think of you like that, which just hurts even more.â You sighed, finally looking at her. âI want to love you the way you deserve, but you wonât let meâÂ
âSânot that i donât want you to, i donât deserve you.â Abby chokes out, every emotion and feeling, that sheâs tried to keep buried deep, finally creeping up on her. âIâve never deserved you, you deserve better than me. You always haveâ
âDonât you think thatâs my decision to make?âÂ
âI donât want you to make the wrong one. Iâm the wrong decision for you.â
Her words, ones that cut deep, have you frowning and shaking your head, like you donât want to believe her. Sheâs always been hard on herself, especially when it comes to love, thinks that she doesnât deserve it. Everyone does, and you know that sheâs trying. âYou are the only right decision iâve ever made.â Your body was closer to hers, she could smell the soft perfume, almost the smell of the scented lipgloss you chose for tonight. âYou are worth it, and it kills me that you donât see it. You donât see that under all the anger, all the feelings, everything you build up to protect yourself, you just want to feel safe. You will always be safe with me. You are perfect, i just want you to let me show you just how perfect you are. Especially to me.â
Your words struck something in her brain, thoughts going a little too fast her to keep up with, but that doesnât stop her from wrapping her hand around your wrist, and tugging you closer to her, face quickly burying in the crook of your neck, something she does each time sheâs alone with you, and the feeling of her nose brushing against the collum of your throat seconds later has you softly sighing and threading your fingers through the loose strands of hair. âLet me show you.â You whispered, gripping her jacket tightly. âPlease let me show you.â
Abby lets you push her towards her bedroom door, still holding each other just as tight while her hand slipped into the soft fabric of her pocket. âWould you just let meââ Abby curses under her breath as she attempts to fish out her hotel card. You have her pushed against the door with your weight, keeping her pinned by your pelvis.Â
âI should let you do whatever you want? Like youâve been so nice to me, right?â Pulling her by the navy blue tie, swollen lips ghosting over hers, she whimpers like a bitch in heat. You give her everything, anything and everything she wants, you so graciously provided but sheâs been thoughtless. Careless with how youâve felt. Itâd be so easy for her to push you off, pick you up and toss her on her shoulder before throwing you on the bed and having her way with you.Â
But she likes this.Â
Knowing sheâs in the wrong, underneath your mercy, begging for an inch of your good graces. Abbyâs practically salivating, begging to have you in her mouth, wanting to have the everlasting taste of you. Hell, she knows she shouldnât but she thinks of you every time Owen kisses her. She wonders if he can taste your cum on her lips. After the first time, she wondered if he could clock the crimson of her cheeks, the flush she still was feeling from squirting for the first time. The thighs she could barely keep still, a proper effort made in order to keep herself up.Â
Youâre the first and only to even want to have the power over, she enjoys it â sure as hell gets off to it.Â
âAnswer me.â Your grip on her chin is iron, her blue eyes pouting as her posture slouched.Â
âI havenât been nice. I know that. Iâve been making you wait too long.â Abby shudders as your dress slips higher, as she gets lost in the exposed cleavage.
âAbby, babygirl, my eyes are up here.â Her eyes pick up to find you cold gaze, but thereâs warmth. Dripping like golden honey and she wishes for it to fall on every inch of her body just so you can reclaim it as your own. She wants to feel your lips, your tongue, whatever the fuck youâll give her, Abby craves it. Â
âI know, mâsorry, itâs justââ Your hands smooth over her toned torso, the crisp button up feel smooth under your touch, but itâs thin enough for Abby to feel your magnetic touch, but you stop at her breasts.Â
âHe doesnât touch you anymore, does he?â Abby shakes her head furiously. In this moment, sheâs thankful she opted out of a bra tonight. Teasingly, run over the fabric, back and forth as she feels the bud pebble against your touch. Tortuously, Abbyâs breath only begins to grow heavier and youâve barely even done a thing to get her where she needs to be.Â
âFuckââ You begging to pull at the braid, undoing her long blonde locks, making them accessible for you to pull on whenever she decides to she doesnât want to be teased any longer. âNo, he doesnât. Never like this, hasnât touched me, made me feel like this, ever. Just you.âÂ
âThatâs right, babygirl. You always need to come back to me. Canât get your fill elsewhere, or be filled. He canât do much with the poor little pathetic excuse of a cock.â You let go of her chin before whispering in her ear, âNeed me so deep in this pretty pussy of yours. Even those precious long fingers of yours canât hit as deep as me.âÂ
Itâs then you reach in her left pocket, opening the hotel room with her key card. âCâmon, you owe me a favor, or twoâŠ..maybe even three.â You claim her lips as your own, she belongs to you whether she wants to admit it or not.Â
âI think I need a reminder from last time.âÂ
Abby smirks, a soft smile falling over her pink lips, she leads you into the room. Her own personal siren, one word from your lips and sheâll do anything you want. Abby only has the door locked and by the time she turns around, your dress pools at your feet.Â
âShitââ Abby curses, youâre playing fucking dirty. You know she canât be up here too long, Owenâs expectant of her to return, or so she thinks.Â
âYouâre killing me, angel.âÂ
Mouth practically salivating, at the sight of your nearly bare silhouette, the moonlight coming through the balcony accentuating every curve, your skin glowing as you wait for her to move. Abbyâs contemplating, trying to decide what she wants to do first.Â
She gets lost in her head, replaying tonightâs events in her head, how she couldnât keep her cool, not even in front of her boyfriend. The thought of you with someone else too unbearable for her to bear, the incessant need she has instilled within her to be close to you.Â
âThatâs the point but stop suffering, babygirl.â Using her favorite thing to your advantage, you bend over the edge of the bed. Emphasizing the curve of your spin. The seconds the words fell from between your lips, you didnât think she heard them at first, not with them being so gentle and soft. It wasnât until you shivered, and sucked in a deep breath when her fingers ran up and down your back, nails lightly scratching your skin that you smiled into your arms. âAbsâ ohâ You gasped, body tensing at the feeling of her pushing her leg between your legs, pressing the rough material of her pants against your cunt, the fabric of the bedsheet rubbing against you too, adding to the mix.
âShh,â She leaned down and whispered against your ear. âBet youâre so fucking wet, hm?â She hummed, softness gone right out the window, still trailing her fingers up and down your back. A devious smirk appeared on her lips at the way you shamelessly tried to grind against her leg. âCanât even wait, can you?â Her leg pushed harder on your cunt, eliciting a louder moan from between your lips. âThatâs too bad, you canât have whatever you want right nowâ She cooed mockingly, eyeing up the way your hands gripped the sheet below you, so tight she was worried you were going to hurt yourself. âGonna let me eat your sweet pussy? Let me show you how much i want you?â
Just like that, youâre putty in her skilled hands.Â
âYâYes, please, need youâ You choked out, quickly nodding your head at whatever she was saying to you. You werenât entirely sure, all you know is that you need her. Her hands, ones that you always love to have all over you, slip down and grip your hips. The action had you whimpering into the pillow, turning your head slightly to get a better look at her. The sight of her behind you, on her knees, licking her lips had yours parting. âAbby, please, want it, want youâ You sighed.
âBe patient, bratâ Abby scoffed, squeezing your ass in both her hands. âDonât make me shove your panties in your mouth to get you to shut the fuck up.â There was no true intention of doing so, behind her words, she loved hearing what she did to you. Maybe a little too much. âYouâve been so bad tonight, do you deserve me to eat your pussy, hm?â
âMâsorry, i amâ You sniffled, spreading your legs a little wider, tempting her in a way. Knowing she canât get enough of you. âPlease, iâll be so good, your good girlâ
âYeah?â She hummed, mouth watering at the sight of your cunt. Folds glistened before her as she sunk her teeth into one of your asscheeks, humming at the soft gasp she pulled from you. âYouâre gonna be my good girl, sâthat right?â She mocked, fingers slipping between your legs, and brushing against your clit. The choked whimper you let out had her grinning against your skin, lightly rubbing circles on your bud and holding you down on the bed with her free hand. âYouâre not lying?â
âNoâ Your words came out muffled from burying your face in the sheets, but your head shake was enough for her to understand. âMânot lying, iâll be so good for you, i promiseâ You added. Fingers gripping the white sheet tighter when sheâs rubbing harder circles. âJust need you to, to fuck me, pleaseâ
Youâre flinching, body shaking in her hold when out of nowhere sheâs spitting a glob of spit on your cunt, growling at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing at such a small action that she knows you love. âIâll decide when i fuck youâ Was all she said, using the pad of her thumb and pressing against your second hole, smiling at your soft oh.Â
Her lips part, as do yours with a moan that has her stomach fluttering and cunt clenching around nothing when she lightly dips her thumb into your hole, your cunt begging for attention as a hum ripped through her throat. âFuck, knew you would love it too muchâ She groaned, watching the tight muscle hug her thumb effortlessly. âYeah, i knowâ Abby mocked.
âFuck, Abby, pleaseâ
âWhat are you even begging for?â She scoffed, a small bite in her question, fingers finding your neglected clit and laughing at your loud whine into the pillow when she continued her slow circles. âJust a needy slut, arenât you?â
âYour needy slutâ You whispered, looking down at her and shuddering at the feeling of her slowly rubbing at your clit, and sinking her thumb more into your ass. The sensation had moans and whimpers tearing from your throat. You pushed back against her, absentmindedly that is, and gasped loudly when her hand landed a light slap on your pussy.Â
âStop moving.â She warned with a growl. âYouâre gonna take what i give you, and if i think you deserve more, youâll get itâ Abby scoffed, smirking at the sight of you burying your face more into the pillows, the messy sheet as you nodded quickly, without shame, and licked your swollen lips. âThis is what you needed, hm? Getting your holes stuffed so you would shut the fuck upâÂ
Her words, mean ones at that, that you were used to hearing, has your face heating up, not a single ounce of shame in your body, just pride and need. Whenever Abby would get mean, yes, you were mortified the first time it happened during sex and how wet you had become, but now? she uses it to her advantage. As much as she would like. She had your body under control, and she didnât even have to do anything to reduce you to such a whimpering, pathetic mess under her.Â
The swipe of her thumb, a gentle touch, against your clit had you letting out a squeal, jolting on the bed and your eyes slowly started rolling in the back of your head. It was sinful, so sinful at how she was able to do this. Touch you with the lightest touches and have you pleading for more. Abbyâs lips parted, almost salivating at the sight of you clenching around her thumb, a silent plea as to say more. Which is why she doesnât expect the whimper that claws at your skin and rips out of your throat when sheâs pulling away completely. The feeling of being almost full, not as much as you wanted, to be taken from you.Â
âAbs? Whatââ
âYou get both holes filled when youâre good,â Abby tutted, fake cooing at your pleads, one sheâs so used to hearing coming from you. âGonna start crying because mânot giving you what you want? Yeah? Gonna start saying youâve been good enough? We both know thatâs a lie, babyâ
Are you crying? You werenât sure, nor did you care, but with how Abby was dancing her fingers dangerously close to where you need her, you might burst into flames if she didnât hurry up. âYou like it when i cry for youâ Comes one of your usual quipped replies. The undertone of brattiness doesnât go unnoticed by Abby.
But what you miss is the way she clenches her jaw, her eyes harden, and how sheâs quick to land a strike on your ass. Your body only gets so far up the bed with a whine before sheâs leaning hers over you, hands pinning your hips to the bed and she grazes the shell of your ear with her lips. The harshness of her breath hitting your face had you trying to push back against her. Trying to get something. âSuch a dirty fuckin slutâ Abby scoffed, sinking her nails into your skin and sure to be bruised in the morning. âYou like making it harder for yourself? You want me to punish you?â
âYou know all your punishments just make me wetter for you,â Your voice wavers, breathing slightly more ragged as her body presses down harder on you. âMakes me want you to fuck me harder. Want you to fuck me like youâve missed me.â
âOh,â Her laugh is one of mocking. You were so used to it that it didnât make you snappy at her anymore, but it still sent a shiver down your spine when it was directed at you, and you alone. âI do miss you, but mânot gonna just let you get away with being a fucking brat to me tonight because i miss you.â
âBut why? Donât you wanna fuck me, Abby?â You feigned innocence, turning your head enough for her to see the small pout on your lips that you were sporting. âBecause i want you to fuck me, fill me up like i know you can. Make me cum in ways only you know how. You fuck me so good, Abby, please, please. I know you wanna fuck into this mattress, Babyâ
Abby whimpers.Â
Sounds that are only reserved for your ears, and yours alone.
Youâll make sure of it.Â
She whimpers pathetically above you at your words, the blood rushes to her head and she can feel the wetness pooling between her legs the longer you try pushing yourself up against her, grinding against her shamelessly. âWanna fuck every single thought outta your pretty head so badâ She growls into your neck, everything inside her crumbling as you both just sluttily grind against each other.Â
âThen stop talking about it and fucking do it.â You spit. A noise so animalistic, youâre not sure you have ever heard it fall from her lips. With an entirely new level of greed, she claims your lips as her own, velvet tongue dominating yours as you can feel yourself practically melting. âGod, canât wait for you to shut the fuck up.â Abby mumbles against your lips. Her fingers undo the knot in her tie, releasing it from her collar as she holds both of your wrists with one, feeling the cool metal frame piercing your skin.Â
âIs this what you want?â Abby begins to bind your wrists to the bed, her thumb smoothing over skin gently as she tightens the silk fabric against you. âYou should be grateful Iâm not blind folding you. We both know you deserve it after tonight.â You laugh, manically. Watching the pleasure in her blues rise, she likes you under her will as she takes what she wants.Â
âShould I be grateful? Youâre not fucking me yetâŠare you?â You tilt your head to the side as Abby removes herself completely, the friction of her trousers evades your cunt, leaving you nothing to grind against. With a smirk as wide as youâve ever seen, she slowly removes her belt, slipping off her shoes as she throws the black belt on the floor.Â
âYou just donât know when to shut your mouth, do you? I have something that will.â Her voice lowers an octave as she spills the threat from her pink lips, slowly removing each article of clothing. Her button up shirt is first, leaving her topless in front of you, chiseled abdomen defined as she flexes her abs further. âWould you hurry up, Anderson?âÂ
The more your hips buck into thin air, the wider her smirk gets. âYeah, Iâll get right on that, boss.â Abby salutes you, having to disguise the laughing bubbling from her lips. The look you give her is deadly, trying to pull at the tie but to no avail you're stuck, under the mercy of whatever Abigail Anderson wants. The terror in your eyes furthers the slickness in Abbyâs boxers but she needs to focus. You are right where she wants you, with no intention of letting you have any satisfaction at the moment.Â
Maybe later if Anderson is feeling kind.Â
She slowly slides her trousers off, leaving her in just her boxers, your eyes focused on her glorious, blonde happy trail falling in the fabric. Concealed and out of your grip. âYou must be really frustrated if youâre saying Anderson, huh? Mhm, thatâs too bad. You could have been sitting on my face by now, angel.â She tsks, her tongue hitting the roof of her mouth as she does so.Â
âMâfine. Not frustrated at all, Anderson.âÂ
âNo?â Abby simply nods, putting the weight of her knee on the bed, her face tucked in the crook of your neck as she whispers in your ear, âWhy donât we put that to the test?â She bites on your ear, kissing your jaw sweetly. The only inkling of your sweet abby, the abby you love, but she leaves just as quickly as she came.Â
Without warning, she slaps your cunt, hard.Â
The sensation has you wanting to reach for her, pulling at the tie again, but youâre rendered useless. Your body quivers, her finger runs up your pussy, thumbing your clit so lightly it should be considered an unforgivable sin. Once you think sheâll move on, torture you in some other way, Abby decides to have fun and slap your clit this time, gasping the name you only call her in the bedroom. A name just reserved for the two of you.Â
âAlready, babygirl? Thatâs not veryâŠboss of you.â Abby licks the side of your neck, letting her teeth sink in delicately, you groan in response to her teasing words. âWould you stop calling me that, oh my fucking gââÂ
You feel two of her thick fingers protrude your dripping hole, sliding in with ease, âStop calling you what? God? Never gonna let you forget Iâm the only one who fucks like one.â Sheâs slow about it, wanting you to get just enough where it feels good, but not nearly enough to where you crave to be. Pitiful whines are all the evidence she needs, a token of your temporary agony is enough to satisfy her until you break.Â
âYouâre such an asshole sometimes, you know that?âÂ
âJust an asshole who knows how to fuck your ass.â Abby canât stop teasing you, not when youâre bucking up your hips into her fingers, moaning like a bitch in heat for more. The both of you know thereâs no getting out of this unless you tell her what she wants.Â
âAbby, please.â You beg, the confession comes too soon, but Abby grins wide as she pulls her face out of her neck. âThought my name was Anderson, boss?â Unpleasantly, you roll your eyes but she still looks very pleased with herself.Â
âSay my fucking name. You know what I want.â With her fingers nearly knuckle deep, she pushes further, kissing your g-spot. âSo pretty baby, sounds so pretty. Stop being a stupid, stubborn slut, yeah? Youâre already so wet for me. Donât you hear yourself?â She fucks you harder as you grind against her fingers, meticulously adding in a third finger.Â
âListen to your soaking cunt. You can be a brat, tell me how much you donât need, but sheâs always gonna sell you out, huh? Do you hear the sweet sound of your pussy, babygirl?â You nod helplessly, nearly fully succumbing into the ruthless thrust of her skilled fingers. âThen tell me, whatâs my name?âÂ
Finally, you decide to cave in.Â
âDaddy, pleaseââ With those words, Abby releases her fingers from your pussy, causing you to whimper in distress. âAbby! What the fuck!âÂ
âWhat? You think I would let you have it after youâve been a brat. I know youâre easily drunk on me, very easily, but Iâm not feeling so generous right now.â Abby slips off the bed once again, her boxers coming off her body, allowing you to see her fully as she slips off her socks. âTime to show you who is the boss, baby.âÂ
For the third time, you pull at the tie. Once again. youâre stuck.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â The confusion laced all over your face, watching as you climbed on the bed, finally naked and exposed, just the sight youâve been wishing to see all night.Â
âShow me why I let you fuck me and not Owen.â Abby perches her ass on your face, claiming the seat sheâs always owned since the moment the two of you met. Abby really doesnât give you much time to even take a moment to check out the ass you love so much before sheâs suffocating you with her pussy. Fuck her for bringing Owen, even if he ever wanted to eat her out, he didnât have the skill for it.Â
She knows that, you know it too, but it leaves you eager to prove just how much she likes it when sheâs riding your face. Not his, yours. Sheâs careful enough not to completely crush you, her hand smoothing over your stomach, blunt nails clawing at your skin as you act starved of her. You had been wanting her all night, but this would be enough, even if you remained untouched, knowing you made her cum would be enough until Abby wants to play nice.Â
The blonde stays quiet for a bit, even when sheâs enjoying it, your tongue rolling on her cunt, she begins to find a rhythm, moving her hips in a pace she likes, taking as she pleases. But you know just how to surprise, even if sheâs neutralized your hands, you know what your girl likes.Â
Tilting your head back just a little, giving you enough distance to spit on her cunt, her pink folds glistening more, her body shudders as a moan escapes. A curse of your name spoken before Abby can stop herself.Â
âShut upââ Abby starts to murmur off but you spit again, causing her entire body to shudder against your body, but you donât hold back. Being extra obnoxious for her as you make your ministrations loud, moaning into her soaked cunt, letting your tongue circle around her clit as you suck the bundle of nerves in your mouth.Â
âGod, feels sâgood, canât stop fucking your pretty face.â Abby almost fully seats herself, your attacks on her clit have her seeing stars. The soft build in her stomach is more than she can handle, sheâll cum soon if sheâs not careful.Â
So, she decides to level the playing field.Â
She bends over completely, burying her face in your soaking cunt. She decides to be torturous, blowing on your lower lips, enjoying the way you shudder. Hips continue to buck into her face immediately, desperate to be eaten. She giggles. Even if you are making her feel like she might explode at any given moment, Abby knows you are so much worse. She knows your swollen clit must be pulsating, aching for an ounce of attention, a swipe of her tongue, a light brush of her fingers â something.Â
âMhm, such a pretty pussy, baby.â Abby kissing your inner thighs, getting so close to where you need her to be, but not quite to where you want her. âHow bad do you want me to fuck your cunt?â She grins as you whimper, but you know better than to stop eating her out.Â
âGood girl.â Abby praises you as she runs a finger up your slit, feeling just how wet you are, thighs softly twitching as she sinks a finger into your hole, finding satisfaction in how tightly youâre clenching around her. Thumb swiping at your clit, âSee what happens when youâre good.âÂ
Abby wastes no time, not a single moment, her mouth pouncing on you with no further warning. A shriek rips out from the back of your throat, the vibration against her pussy sends a shiver down her spine. Sheâs slow with the movement of her tongue, sliding it between your folds, flicking it against your clit until sheâs wrapping her lips around the bud, and sucking hard.Â
The whines and whimpers sheâs always so greedy to hear tumbling from between your lips is muffled by her cunt, almost banished from making itâs way into the room as she curls her fingers just enough to have your lips sucking on Abbyâs clit harder. A certain kitten lick of your tongue on her clit has her head falling forward against the pillow with a guttural moan. The sound has you clenching tightly around the long thick fingers sheâs slowly working deeper in your pussy.
âKnew your mouth was fucking slutty,â Abby shivered, hips jerking up and trying to grind harder against your mouth. A mouth that she would die without. âSâgood, keep it up, you can do that, canât you?â She mocked, knowing you have no room to say anything. Not when you were eating her out like she would be your last meal.Â
âItâs a shame isnât it? That you canât even use your fingers this time. Know how much you like to make me cum on them, maybe next time, hm?â Abby taunted, using the tip of her tongue, sliding it up and down your inner thighs, collecting your slick in her wake. The taste of you on the muscle had her eyes rolling in the back of her head, pressing her thumb against your clit and rubbing the slowest yet dangerous circles. Enjoying the way you tremble above her. âAwh, so close already? Barely fucking touched you.âÂ
Her words have you whining into her cunt, humming around her clit and the blood rushes to her head at the obscene, loud sounds of you lapping at her pussy messily. Her slick runs down your chin, a sight sheâs seen hundreds of times before when youâre between her legs, and drops down onto her legs and bedsheet. âDonât have to see you to know youâre messyâ She growled from below you, curling her fingers against that spot deep inside you perfectly, grinning lazily when your legs clench around her head. âYeah, I know you love it, angel.â You can already picture her fucking smirk without having to look at her. Abby was cocky, and she sure as hell knew how to make you a trembling mess at all her touches. No matter if you were tied up or not.
Sucking softly at her clit, you hummed deliciously when her thighs twitched, hips still grinding up against your mouth, fucking herself shamelessly on your tongue. âThatâs a good girl, wanna make me cum so bad, donât you?â Another mock fell from between her lips. âI feel bad i tied you up, would love your fingers deep in my pussy right nowâ She sighed, fucking her fingers in and out of your pussy at a pace that isnât enough to make you cum, like you wanted, but enough to have you whining and on the edge of something she was willing to give you if you behaved.Â
Itâs when her fingers deliciously slide in your cunt, rubbing at the certain spot that has your body going limp within seconds, that sheâs spent hours brutally hitting with her cock, that youâre crying out around her clit, the sound still slightly muffled but you somewhat find movement and ground down against her fingers. âSo fucking needy.â The blonde murmured, wrapping one of her arms around your hips and keeping you still above her as the pace of her fingers picked up again. âYou want my fingers that bad? Fine, I'll give you them.â
You barely have time to understand what she means, because she crooks her fingers in a way that has you pulling away from her cunt, the growl she lets out makes your legs crush your head entirely, yours resting on her ass, unable to focus on anything but her fingers stuffing you full.Â
âDo you feel it, baby?â Abby doubles down on her efforts, thumb swiping at your clit, fingers so deep as she fucks against your grinding hips. âJust like that. Is my pretty girl close? Gonna show me what a good girl you are and cum for daddy?âÂ
âPlease, shit shit shit, Abbyââ The curses continue to tumble from your lips, one after the other they fall, a lovely melody falling on Abbyâs ear as it supplies her with the last effort she needs. The desperate cry from her loverâs mouth, the brat disappearing for the time being, all thatâs left is the woman she loves so intensely crying for relief. The only thing she wishes is to see you. Bright eyed, struggling to keep them open or your canines sinking into your lips so harshly you pull at your chapped lip, drawing blood as you attempt to hold yourself together. Most of all she wonders if she has you so close to the edge, so incredibly close the tears are beginning to well up in your eyes.Â
But she doesnât get to see any of it, so sheâll have to settle for the weeping sight of your cunt rather than your eyes. Abbyâs not sure which one she loves more at the moment.Â
âCâmon, want you to paint my face in your cum. Can you do that? I know you havenât wanted to obey tonight, but can you do this one thing for me?â You feel one of her fingers tease your puckered hole, using the slick coating her finger to tease the sensitive hole while she fucks the other. âBeen begging for it, yeah? So, give it to me.â You feel her fingers teasing your cervix as you finally give in.Â
Every bone in your body submits to her, as it always does, you become hers as she claims in a way anyone else fails to do. Itâs just the two of you, even if youâre unable to see her blissed out dilated blues, drunk on your cunt. The way she soothes you with her fingers, gently fucking you through your high, giving you just the right amount.Â
Then itâs there.Â
The slight gush squirting out of you and onto her face. Abby smiles wickedly and she immediately laps at your pussy. Obnoxiously and loudly, she makes a theatrical performance of it, making sure you can hear every suck she makes as she creates a makeshift funnel into her mouth, not being able to control herself. Sweetly, she doesnât allow a single drop go to waste.Â
âFeel sâgood Abby, I canâtââ Your body softens as you ride the end of your high. Abby can feel your breath on her cunt, sending a shiver up her spine.Â
âShh, I know, I got you.â Abby sweetly remarks, her tongue moving gently and sweetly as sheâs unable to stop herself from pushing you through, her fingers fucking you until youâre spent.
Slowly, yet tiredly, once Abbyâs had her fun, you press more of your weight on her, head resting comfortably on her toned thighs as you try to catch your breath. With the help of Abby rubbing your back slowly, you smiled into her skin and sighed.Â
Exhausted of not being able to touch her, you free yourself from the tie minutes later, ripping it into two, but she pins with the strength of her arms. Quick to hold you down, even when you want to move, Abby does it faster than you can comprehend. She licks the remainder of your cum with her tongue, savoring every last bit, enjoying the shake of your thighs. Abby slaps your cunt, you moan out her name, still sensitive from the earth-shattering orgasm youâd been given.Â
Abby is sporting a grin so sinister, you believe it nearly rivals a succubus closing in on itâs prey. Shifting her position, her pelvis against yours, her blond bush prickling your pussy, but sheâs too strong for you to move underneath her muscular frame â leaving no room for debate. Sparkling, golden waves falling over her shoulder, freckles littered across her body as if they were her own galaxy being created, a universe unique to her. Every inch of her is more exquisite than the next, you donât understand anyone who doesnât appreciate her as the beautiful, loving, angel she is. She should never be treated as anything but. You want to give her the world, everything good in the world she deserves, and you hope itâs not too late for her to see it just as you do.Â
Doesnât hurt she fucks like her life depends on it.Â
âYou gonna be good for me and fucking take it?â Abby shifts your legs so it lays over her shoulder, lazily spitting on your pussy, enjoying the soft sigh escaping your body. Itâs evil, maniacal even, torturing you like this but you canât help but buck your hips. Trying to chase the high, sheâd just given you.Â
âSo eager. Even after I made you come all over my face. Greedy baby.â Abby slaps your cunt once again, she takes pleasure in the way your body twitches, convulsing for more. The way youâre moving your hips, needing her to give you what she knows youâve needed. Too stubborn, too selfish, and too fucking horny to stay away from the chiseled greek goddess.Â
âDo you wanna feel my clit on yours baby? Is this what you want?â Abby moves her hips forward as she hikes your leg further on her toned shoulder. âYou wanna feel how wet I am for you? Mhm, sâwhat youâve been needing, just me and my cunt on yours. Itâs all a filthy whore needs. Isnât that right?âÂ
âAbby, baby, yes. That. Fuck, youâre so perfect.âÂ
âThatâs right, Iâm fucking perfect.â Abby gives you one thrust, enjoying the soft bounce of your tits, head half-craned and slumped against the headboard as youâre rendered helpless under her strong weight. The euphoric bliss youâre offered when she decides to be generous and over a steady pace.Â
Small, pierced nipples harden as she continues her ministrations, she feels every nerve ending of her body on fire. Even if she enjoys you teasing with her, acting like youâre in control, calling the shots, this is where you belong. A needy whore begging for more of her. This time itâs her cunt you need, her dripping and weeping pussy connecting with your own. You need to feel how wet she is, both of your clits rubbing against each other. The bundle of nerves colliding together over, and over, and over. Abbyâs slick mixed with your own, so much you can feel is dripping near your puckered hole, unexplored territory you know youâd let her explore.Â
Abby seeâs the red markings on your stomach, her being the maker of the scratches, too blissed out to control herself. She traces them with a delicate hand, a silent apology for being too rough with you. Something physical, tangent even, on how you make her feel. If sheâs being honest with herself, youâre the only one who makes her feel anything. Itâs why she comes back to you, even when the little angel on her shoulder tells her she shouldn't, that itâs wrong. When the guilt threatens to eat her alive, she sees your smile, hears your laugh that would put a symphony to shame. Better yet, she still has the privilege to make you feel good. To try and do everything in her power to make you feel as great as you make her feel.Â
But you donât know any of it.Â
This. You. Her. All of it may be fleeting. She might not choose you. This might be a short fling before she ties the knot with this stupid man she claims sheâll leave. You canât put your money on it, but youâll bet on her thinking about you for the rest of her life if she wishes to stay with a man. One that will never deserve her.Â
Owen will never know Abby the way you do and youâll do anything you can to make her see it.Â
âYou are. Everything about you is perfect. Those beautiful blues I wanna get lost in for hours. The lips I never want to leave me. The hands I want on me all the time, the ones I think about whenever Iâm alone and I donât have you there to fuck me.â You spill out, causing Abby to become over eager to please, her hips thrusting harder against yours, chasing the feeling she feels building within her.Â
She whimpers, again.Â
Youâve lost count on how many have left her tonight. Itâs the hope youâre clinging onto. The vulnerability she never lets leak but tonight she does. Never has she been so vocal about what she wants, but after tonightâs fight, the threat of you leaving, Abbyâs desperate to keep you. Even if wants to pretend like sheâs in control, the look on those worrisome pools of blue tells you something different.Â
âFeesl, sâgood, shit.â Abbyâs blissed out face, head thrown back as she sinks into the feeling. With a clenched jaw, she grinds down into your pussy, her swollen clit pulsating, feeling your cum gravitate towards her cunt. As if this is what it was meant for, you, her â destined to find another.Â
Again. Again. Again.Â
Her pale skin becomes flush, rises of pink and red expands on her toned chest, her abs clenching causing each ridged lined more defined as she fucks you into another dimension. She coaxes you into her warm, slippery pussy like itâs a lionâs den. The cage is meant to keep you in, designed to never be released from the sharp canines breaking into your skin, the claws sheâs managed to dig in, the strength she exhibits each time she stalks you like her prey.Â
The false pretenses, the way she fluffs you with small affections, begging to be petted and played with but then tears at the skin she helped heal. Even if it leaves you bloody, clenching your chest to find one final breath, the appetite for her never ceases to exist. When she draws the last drop of blood from your veins, youâll thank her with a gleeful smile.Â
Deeply, you want Abby to feel this lush high, this euphoric feeling rushing to her head, making her impossibly drunk on you as she cries out for more, you want her to feel every bit of it knowing heâll never give this to her. Heâs a fool in the eyes of goddesses alike, a simple servant to keep her in a mediocre rise of security. A placeholder, a pathetic one at that. Too incredibly vain to swallow a meaningless ego to offer what she really needs but youâll do it gleefully in a blink of an eye.Â
He could never give her what she deserves.Â
The divine feminine found between your thighs, the sweet nectar sheâs spent hours lapping at into all hours of the night, leaving before the sun rises. The walk of shame back to her apartment, glimpses of you never leaving her as she goes about her day.Â
This will be just another image burned in her brain, you underneath her body, taking everything sheâs giving but itâs so much more intimate than either of you even planned for. The altercation from earlier in the night fizzled out the moment her lips met yours.Â
Abbyâs palm grips onto the headboard, gaining leverage as she fucks you. âOpen your fucking mouth, such a big one, huh? Definitely showed me how much tonight, so, do it again.â Using her strong grip, she squeezes your chin, applying pressure as you obey her willfully. Your lips forming at her wish, she continues to get off, the euphoric sounds of your cunt echoing through the room as you give her everything she wants.Â
The her spit drips onto your mouth, pupils dilated as she watches you accept it with a sparkle gleaming in your eyes. Bright and beautiful as you thrust your hips against, enjoying yourself even more with her spit in your mouth. Obnoxiously, you swallow loudly, moaning as you do.Â
âCan you spit on my pussy? Please? I know mâalready soaked, but I need it.â You request sweetly, knowing sheâs less likely to reject you if youâre sweet about it. Instead, she places her hand on your throat, decorating it beautifully with her rough grip.Â
Just like that, the woman who loves you, attends to your every need, evaporates into thin air and the one who aims to take control over your very essence is back. The one who likes to push you over the edge until she feels like youâre satisfied enough is back.Â
Abby isnât going to stop until youâve soaked every inch of her mattress. The one she slept in last night, Owen by her side, but now she believes it needs a level of christening.Â
Extending her long fingers, she pulls at your bottom lip with her thumb applying more pressure at your neck. âDo you think youâre really in a position to ask for anything? Be grateful that you even get to feel my pretty pussy, yeah? Shouldnât even be fucking my pretty girl after the shit you pulled today.âÂ
âMâsorry, okay? Fuck, please, pleaseâ can you forgive me? I just wanted toâŠâ Then before you can even take a moment to breathe, sheâs giving you something to choke on. Long, thick, fingers crawling their way down your throat, tickling the back of it, you feel the coolness of her rings lay left on your lips.Â
âThere.â Abby sighs in content while she grins with greed. âNeeded something to shut you up, angel. Donât cry though, itâll be my cock next time for your second punishment.â You try to speak but it just comes out as murmurs, incoherent mumbles as Abby fucks your harder than she has all night. She continues to grip the headboard, each thrust more powerful than the last.Â
âThis what you fucking need. Someone to fuck the brat out of you, so, shut the fuck up and take it.â Abby commands as she moans when she sees your eyes roll back in heightened bliss, âForgetting how I just made you feel already? I know, brats have a hard time remembering. Daddy needs to make you cum again, huh?âÂ
âAbs, mâso sensitive. I donât think I can.â You confess, but Abby continued to fuck you harder, the power of her thrusts unrelenting. With each thrust, her folds sliding against your own as you take what she gives. âNo? Should have thought about that before you decided to mouth off to me, again.âÂ
She shifts your leg over to her other hip, bending you like her own makeshift pretzel, maneuvering you to her will as she fucks you from a better angle. Abby cockily grins as your mouth forms a soft o shape, your breath hiccups as you moan even louder. Your hands grip on her waist as she rides you. All you can do is look upon her in awe, sheâs a goddess like this. She always is but not even Owen could see her like you do. He would never be capable of appreciating her just the way she comes.Â
Muscles like an adonis, perfectly carved, the veins in her arms protrude as she grabs the headboard. Everything about her seems hard, rough, defined but has the sensual hips of the most entrancing woman alive. The way she rolls them with purpose, a dance sheâs choosing to partake in, one that she loves very much. Unable to stop even if she tried.Â
Yet itâs her big and bright blues which give her away. For the first time, you see her clearly. Beautiful, bright, and in love. Sheâs never looked at you the way she is now. Maybe she always did but this time sheâs letting you see the love laced underneath. Not ashamed of the softness of her emotions, the one sheâs always held like a burden, she carries it strongly.Â
You want to let her pull the words from your mouth, but she pulls at the bud between your thighs, claiming it as hers, waiting for you to give in to her. Abbyâs just as strong as she is stubborn. Even if sheâs already made you cum, she wonât let herself go until she gets it from you one more time.Â
âPretty, pretty, girl. Just one more time, mâkay? Need to see those gorgeous eyes roll back,â Freeing one of her hands, she picks up the ripped tie as she trickles the soft material down your abdomen, âGod, i need to see it. My beautiful angel, always so gorgeous and mine.âÂ
The silk feels good against your skin but you need her. You pull on her hair, bringing her close to you as Abby buries her head in the crook of your neck. For the first time tonight, she allows herself to whimper in your ear. Submitting herself to you in a way sheâs never done with anyone. Abby loses it when you stroke her hair gently.Â
As much as sheâs hellbent on making you come first, you have another objective on your mind.Â
âAnd youâre mine. Only mine.â Abby whimpers, her hips slowing down as you buck up into hers, leading the pace as she gives into you. âCâmon, my sweet girl, let it all go. I have you, mânever letting go, promise.âÂ
With a notion of protection and sealed love, Abby lets go. Every bit of her slumps against you as she finds her release, you follow after her as you slowly grind into her, letting her coast through the high as she nearly growls in your ear, chants of your name leaving like a prayer. A sworn faithfulness to the only person sheâs truly loved, cradling her as if sheâs done no harm. As if sheâs just as good and pure as you believe she is.Â
With her forehead pressed against yours, her blue eyes void of any cockiness, she squeezes them shut as she regains to catch her breath. Lazily, pulling a sheet over you both as it rests on her waist, protecting you with her warmth. Abby wonders if your heart beats as rapidly as hers, fingers tangled in her golden waves as you gently bring swollen pink lips to you. Basking in the way she molds perfectly to you as if this moment, you and her, meant to be fated.Â
One of her rough hands runs up and down your back, as the other grips your chin between her fingers, pulling you more into her as you share yet another soft and slow kiss. A kiss that has you smiling into her mouth as her tongue swipes across your bottom lip, teeth nipping at skin. âNeedy,â You canât help but giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as Abby simply just shrugged and grinned up at you.Â
âCan you blame me? Youâre addicting.â She stated like it was the most obvious thing youâve ever heard. âYour lips are so soft, so thatâs another reason why i like kissing youâ
âThat's the only reason? My lips are soft?â You cocked your head to the side, fingers tracing the slope of her nose slowly, amused at the way she crunches it up cutely when you cup her face. âYou have pretty lips, a pretty nose, a pretty everythingâ You listed, leaning down to place a kiss between her furrowed eyebrows. âYou have a pretty heart that is made of goldâ
âI wouldnât say that much about my heart. Itâs caused a lot of pain lately.â Abby mutters sadly, fingers wrapping around your wrist and placing your hand on her cheek. âMâsorry for how I've treated you. Especially during this trip, a trip that was supposed to be so special and i kept fucking it up.â
âYouâre here with me now, thatâs all that matters, Abs. We matter, you matter.â Your voice was quiet, but with the close distance you shared with her, she heard it loud and clear. Your heart thumping loudly in your chest when she leans more into the palm of your hand, closes her and hums gently. âYou are so beautiful, I didn't think I could be this in love with someone, not like I am with you. You mean everything to me, and I want to show you just how much.âÂ
Your confession has her eyes snapping open again, baby blues peering into yours so vulnerable, that you were worried she was about to get up and flee again. It always happened when you got too much into your feelings and feelings towards Abby. But she didnât, instead, a shy smile appeared on her lips and a crimson blush coated the apples of her cheeks, her skin hot under your touch. âYou donât have to say anythingââ
âI love you with all my heart.âÂ
The confession is ruined by the sound of the door slamming against the wall, and it startles you both. Abbyâs moving to cover your body, protecting your vulnerability and being so exposed before her own. Her eyes quickly widen at the sight of Owen standing there. His chest is rising up and down, panting like heâs just ran a marathon. Heâs looking between you both, at you longer than he is at Abby, but heâs looking.Â
For a few seconds he doesnât do anything, he just stands there with no idea what to do or say. Luckily Abby feels the same, and she just glares at him down with a subtle growl that has you biting down on your lip. Your eyes quickly look back over at Owen with a grin. âCan you shut the door on the way out? Youâre ruining everything right now, i would like to fuck the woman of my dreams, again, and you are stopping me from doing thatâ You canât help but huff. âYou didnât treat her like the Queen she is, but donât worry, i will.â
Abby doesnât know whether to laugh or choke on the spit forming in her mouth the second the words fly out of yours.Â
Any other time, Owen would have caused a scene, woke everyone up with how loud he shouts, but this time he doesnât. He knows itâs his fault, him to be blamed for Abby needing someone else. He barely gave her the time of day, and pushed her away for someone who wasnât his girlfriend. Apart of him knew this day would come, she would leave him for you, he just didnât think it would happen like this. So with one final look, heâs turning on his heels, bolting out of the room and slamming the door behind him. Not wasting a single second to get out of there.Â
Leaving you both there, giggling.
Shaking her head at you, Abby cups her face between your hands not even seconds later, repeatedly placing kisses on your lips and melts at the sound as you both fall back onto the bed, in each others space, like youâve always meant to be with hushed whispers, and promises into each others mouth.Â
âItâs always been you. I love you, always and forever.â
Itâs safe to say, Owen wonât ever be tasting you again.
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What are some things other psychotics do to differentiate between hallucination and reality? And what are ways some of you hold off symptoms? Looking to get a nice thread for people to help each other going here, this stuff isn't posted about enough.
Ways we prevent symptoms/stop them from progressing:
Make background noise to prevent auditory hallucinations. Most of ours start by hearing something that we can't identify the cause of in the background, and our brain starts the spiral from there. So we listen to music all the time and sleep with a fan on every single night, even in the winter. We just point it away from us if we don't want it making us cold.
Blame the cat (or other pets). Any weird movement, scratching, crunching or thumping? That's just Jerry, don't worry about it. He's a silly cat that does cat things even while we're sleeping. Any noise can be blamed on pets or the wind, which stops the paranoia from setting in and making everything bad.
We also tell ourselves that if there was an actual issue like an intruder or monster, the cat would hiss or scream, and the dog would be barking or making noise. This can be applied to many pets.
Stay busy. Focus on something--art, video games, tv shows and films, craft, gardening, anything that keeps you thinking. Don't let the anxiety get to you, just stay focused on your regular life.
Laugh at it. You're hallucinating a monster in your peripheral vision? Name it Fred and tell him to pay rent. You hear weird noises? Tell them to come back with a warrant. For us, treating symptoms like they're jokes or not serious makes us less anxious and therefore makes it easier to get back to a point where we're okay.
Having a friend or a pet near you can help. We feel safer and less alone when we see another living thing near us that's safe. We don't feel as much like we're trapped in another dimension that way.
How we differentiate between reality and unreality:
Touch it. This one only works for things you're not scared of, and if you don't have tactile hallucinations. It's not foolproof! But when we're seeing things like bugs and stuff, reaching out to touch them causes them to fade away so we know they're fake.
Ask friends and other trusted people if they "heard that" or "saw anything". If they're psychosis friendly, feel free to explain and be specific. If not, be vague and keep it to simple things like "hey did you hear anything? I couldn't tell what it was", if that will be safe enough. Having people to ground you can be great.
Look at how others around you are acting. Are they running or interacting with the thing in question in any way? Do they seem to look at it or no? If no one is noticing, it's less likely to be real.
These won't work for everyone and some of these might be harmful to others, but they're helpful to us. You know best what will help you!
Please feel free to add your own! We need more discussion around psychosis that isn't "scary evil person disorder and how to deal with people who have it".
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Best Friends Brother
Gitae Kim x Reader Word Count: 1002 Masterlist ------------------------
You had just returned from meeting Bongae Choi with Jake. After stopping for a quick meal, the two of you were walking down Big Dealâs street.Â
You had known Jake since childhood, having grown up with him alongside Jerry. You had mutual respect for each other, and even if you werenât much of a fighter, he knew you could handle yourself if need be.
Jake cleaned his teeth with a toothpick while you walked beside him, your phone out, trying to call Sinu Han, who wasnât answering. It was starting to irritate you that he wasnât answering, I mean he didnât have much to do, so why wasnât he answering you?
Ahead of you and Jake, you finally see Sinu, along with a very tall and muscular man. Dare you say, handsome? (You do dare). They seemed to be fighting, but that was the last thing on your mind. You first had to complain to Sinu about him not answering your phone calls.
âSinu, why arenât you answering your phone? Seriously Jake, we donât have to bring him with us do we?â You exclaim, redirecting the last question towards the man beside you, who seems to ignore you.
âWe were gonna get rice sou-, hey whatâs with the vibes here?â Jake says, dropping the toothpick to the ground as the stranger comes up and hugs him before saying âFound youâ in a deep gruff voice.
The stranger was way better looking up close. Yep, you do dare say handsome. The scene however confuses you. Did Jake know this guy? Why were they hugging? It didnât make much sense because you knew all of Jakeâs friends and this wasnât one of them.
âFinally, the last oneâ A deep voice breaks through your train of thought. This stranger is now hugging Jake to his side, holding onto one of the gloves Jakeâs father, Gapryong Kim, left him.Â
âHuh, last one? You mean fatherâs gloveâ Jake questions the strange man. You pipe up, giving your two cents on what was happening.
âThey are nice gloves Jake, you have to admit thatâ This leads the stranger to finally take note of you. He makes prolonged eye contact with you as he brings a smoking pipe and lighter to his lips, where a smirk forms. WaitâŠyou know that lighter, itâs Jakeâs mothers!
âShe said she would give it to me if I didnât kill her son. Your mom requested to not shed blood amongst relatives.â. Relatives? It all clicked, they didnât look identical but there were some similarities. The hair, the nose, that jawline, this was Jakeâs half-brother, Gitae Kim!
âIâm gonna ask you a question. If I donât like your answer Iâll kill youâ Gitae states, thickening the tension that was already in the air. He wouldnât actually kill Jake, would he?
âWhat do you think of Gapryong Kim?â. After hearing the question, Jake grabs Gitaeâs shirt collar and looks up at him. Jake is already a big guy, but Gitae is ridiculously huge. He could crush you with one hand if he wanted to. I can only hope that Gitae hates Gapryong Kim just as much as Jake. I donât doubt his strength, but I doubt he could fight Gitae, the man was quite literally built differently.
You werenât listening but soon see Gitae pickup Jake like he is a baby. Holy Shit! That is the only thought that crosses your mind at what you are witnessing. That and how good-looking Gitae is, but that isnât important right now (or is it?). You heard the man say something in what you guessed to be Spanish before saying something that sent a chill down your spine.
âThe only one among his children. I didnât like any of the other guys.â It was starting to make sense. He had the lighter and pipe, and that shirt and hat looked familiar to you as well. Was he killing his fatherâs children and collecting the parts of his father that were left to them!Â
As soon as he put Jake down on the ground, his attention turned back to you. You held your breath as he walked over and towered over you. You had kinda hoped he forgot about you, but also, the aura this man held interested you. You wanted to know more about him.
He held his hand out towards you before asking in probably the kindest tone he could muster, that still somehow sounded emotionless âLet me use your phone.â. Your body moved on its own, placing the phone youâve been holding in your hand all this time into his.
You saw him typing in something before a phone rang out. He pulled it from out of his pocket and declined the call. Then he returns the call from his phone to your phone. After pocketing his phone, he began doing something else. When he turned the phone back around, it was on a new contact saved as âGitae Kimâ.
âI added myself to your contacts, so make sure you answer when I message or call.â. In a state of shock, all you could do was nod at this information. âWhatâs your name?â Gitaeâs deep gruff voice says. Is it possible to fall in love with a man like this after what you just witnessed? Anything is possible I guess.
â(y/n) (l/n)â. A smirk places itself on Gitaeâs face as he reaches down to take the hat off his waistband. You hear Sinu, who has moved next to you whisper âI thought he hated romance?â before turning to look at you baffled.Â
âI hope to see you later,â Gitae says before turning around and placing the hat on his head. âI havenât had this much fun in ages, little brother.â. With that, he walked away, leaving you, Jake and Sinu in shock. As the three of you stood there, looking at Gitae walking into the distance, you couldnât help but speak what was on your mind.
âJake, your brother is kinda hotâ
â(Y/N)!!!!â
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I have to admit it is kinda hard to write an x reader for a character who hates romance. I did my best, even if the romance is barely there.
There are probably a million spelling errors but I just wanted to get this out there. Idk why but this man is the one I've decided to stan. Probably because I like Jake so much too lol.
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A Ravenclaw Lunch đŠ
Drew some of my favorite Ravenclaws on this platform. Although one isn't necessarily a Ravenclaw. (@traceyc-uk I genuinely thought he was a Ravenclaw when I first saw him lol but I saw your comment reply somewhere that your first playthrough was Ravenclaw so I think this counts⊠a bit? đ)
This post is basically a peace offering (and a love letter) bcs I want to make more Ravenclaw friends đđđ»đđ» definitely not because I'm obsessed with you guys' MCs
I swear it was supposed to be a silly doodle at first but idk how or when down the line but somehow it turned into this mega drawing. Took me weeks to finish it. Iâm not happy with a few technical things especially lights and shadows⊠and some other things as well but I leave it be bcs Iâm aware that Iâm still learning đ„Č The rest Iâm pretty satisfied with, Iâm just happy that I got to finally finish this.
Front row (left to right):
Violet and Pearl Castellar by @vienguinn Omg HAPPY BELATED BELATED BIRTHDAY TO THESE BABIES! These 2 are some of my favorites and everytime you post I always open my phone real quick, your short comics are my comfort đ©”
Clora Clemons by @choccy-milky I cannot not draw Clora?!!?! I consider you a legend in this fandom tbh đ also I want to thank you bcs your fic and illustrations literally helped me go through my stressful period when I was at my lowest bcs of my new demanding job that I started half a year ago. I look forward to your post everytime and your Clora and Seb always heals my soul đđ©”đ
Sally Salamander by @siboom777 Sally is just so wacky and unapologetically herself and I love her for it đ©” Does she take commissions for toys tho?
Marvin Jerry by @runicxraven MY LOVELY SILLY ADORABLE LITTLE NERD đđđđ I need more Marvin in my life honestly.
@najiang âs MC - Iâm so so sorry I didnât draw her full faceđ, I tried my best to show her face as much as I can while still looking like sheâs taking those sausages haha. But anyway please know that I love your art so so much and I kept going back to the curry one and the one where MC came across Amit with beard as adults (that one is hilarious). Idk if your MC has a name or you left it nameless? I assume it was the latter but if she has one Iâd love to know!
Faustine Daemon by @faustinio27 Hey, a fellow INFJ! Winter is the same đ©” I really love her story and especially her personality character sheet, you drew her expressions really well and Iâm a fan!
Back row (left to right):
Oliver Lennox by @pixie-dustss Handsome boi đ„° Weâre friends already (I hope Iâm not the only one who thinks that way đ«ą) from TikTok and you made me a video for Secret Santa last year and I just found out recently that youâre on Tumblr too so I want to say thanks by drawing Oliver! đ©”đ©”đ©”
AurĂ©lie Collins by @morelikeravenbore I loove this look for Aura, she just looks so chic with the hat and scarf đđ©” Sassy Ravenclaw bebe đ„° My Winter has some French heritage (the lore is still rotting in my notebook bcs I havenât had the chance to draw her family members đ„Č) so I do hope they can be friends and Aura would teach her French bcs she canât speak much of it đđ»đđ»
Alistair Dusk by @speedysart Surprise! You commented on my last speedpaint on Tiktok yesterday and I want to spill this art so bad but I was almost done so I kept my mouth shut haha. I love the pretty boiâs hair and piercings, and the fact that you chose this blazer for him, I just love it he looks so dapper in that đŁđ©”
Eleonora Russel by @zordanna I love sweet Eleonora and her fascination with the moon and stars đ©”đ Oh and I kept coming back to your âI feel like an orangeâ Tiktok bcs itâs so fluffy and it heals my stress⊠also I adore your art itâs super soft and painty and delicate đ„čđ
@traceyc-uk âs MC - YOUR MC. I SWEAR TO MERLIN HEâS ON MY MIND 24/7 LATELY. Not sure why, itâs probably bcs I kept re-reading your comics. Also bcs heâs an adorable little golden retriever (but also a fierce cat!đŒ) Youâre super talented in drawing comics and facial expressions, I have a lot to learn especially in terms of layouting⊠last time I made a comic I hated the layout and the fact that it looks stiff to me, so your comics has been such an inspiration!
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy mc#moonydrawshl#ravenclaw#oc#hl mc#hogwarts legacy fanart#characters im obsessed with#i genuinely want more ravenclaw friends#winter blackstone#Winter Blackstone and friends
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I still think it's really cool how Amuro starts as the shittiest pilot alive (because he's a 15-year old) that only gets carried because he's in the biggest, fattest stat stick in-universe at the time (a few retroactive additions made in the future notwithstanding), enough that even its crappy vulcan guns are tearing Zaku IIs apart, and when he starts getting a bit too cocky, Char and Ramba Ral show up in objectively inferior pieces of junk and absolutely deliver his pizza, they just drag his face across every available surface in Planet Earth like he's a Yakuza mook, all because they are simply that much better at piloting, and the thing is, Amuro takes that very seriously.
He goes from shitass kid in an unfortunate situation that doesn't want to get in the robot to the most unwell child soldier in the war, which is really saying something, but most importantly, becomes so good at piloting the Gundam that the Gundam physically cannot handle Amuro's piloting. They need to apply "Magnetic Coating" to its joints so they don't fucking snap away from the main frame because Amuro, one, moves too damn well but also in too extreme a way for the frame to handle it, two, despite being equipped with two sabers, a shield, a beam rifle and vulcan guns, Amuro is a stern believer in introducing most everyone in thagomizer range to his Rated Z for Zeon hands, the single most official pair of hands in the business, tax free. He KEEP going Ip Man on these dudes, he does NOT need to do a Jamestown on these mother fuckers but he INSISTS. Somehow even the Gundam Hammer, which is a giant Hannah Barbera cartoon flail-- Ok, look at this thing, words do not do it justice
Even this god damn Tom and Jerry prop is less savage that whatever Amuro decides to do the moment he's done throwing his shield to get a free kill on someone and it officially becomes bed time forever for the unfortunate sap at the business end of his ten-finger weapons of mass destruction.
The RX-78-2, "Gundam" for its friends and family, even has a top of the line cutting edge Learning Computer that 'learns' alongside the pilot and their habits. This data extracted from it was so absolutely fucked up that it completely revolutionized Mobile Suit combat afterwards, which is a wholesome thing to think about when The Best Combat Data Ever came from a really angry, really stressed 15 year old that doesn't even like piloting. He was 15! He made Haro with his own hands! Amuro literally just wanted to make funny cute spherical robofriends! Amuro was out there trying to make Kirby real, but fate had other plans for him. His cloned brain put in a pilot seat is one of the setting's strongest 'pilots'.
They made fucking Shadow the Hedgehog with his brain, god damn.
By the end, Zeon is rolling out Gelgoogs out of its mass production lines. These things are in the Gundam's ballpark in terms of overall specs (or "power level"). Amuro is bodying them as if they were episode 1 Zaku IIs.
AND THEN HE GETS FUCKING PSYCHIC SPACE POWERS. Not that he needed them, he bodied a couple Space Psychics without any of those powers before awakening to them. But heaven's most violent child was not done evolving, whether he liked it or not.
Char bodied him in a souped up Zaku II at the start, a machine objectively inferior to the Gundam. Amuro more or less one-sidedly beats the shit out of Char when he's in a custom Commander-type Gelgoog that you could consider to be equal spec-wise to the Gundam. Amuro is the embodiment of Finding Out. He is Consequences. You tell him he better make it hurt, better make it count, better kill you in one shot, buddy, he needs half a fucking shot. The complete transformation. One could consider the central 75% of the show as long drawn out training montage turning a kid into the Geese Howard of giant robots.
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PAPAS WATCHING CARTOONS WITH THEIR KIDS
ft. Gojo, Shiu, Toji
PAPA GOJO who when watching television on the couch with his kid from his lap, only ever sets them down when Lazy Town comes on. Every four oâclock in the afternoon you can bet that youâll find mister Gojo over here imitating whatever expert level push-up Sportacus is performing, with a big grin on his face knowing his little one is definitely impressed (and if youâre also watching, heâll definitely throw in a wink doing said push ups).
âEasy peasyâ. Well, good for him because his little tot firmly believes that your husband is the man on the TV.
Gojo just needs to practice his turn push-ups a bit.
PAPA SHIU on his day off, whoâs woken up a bit earlier than usual, and the sun is shining a little too bright for him to be able to doze an extra 36 minutes comfortably. He doesnât want to wake you up yet; doesnât want to disrupt your system.
He goes on to wake up your son to have a slow leisurely morning with him, eating breakfast and watching cartoons on the couch. Once Shiu has stood by the door frame, checked that his son is enough tidy for school and waved him off to walk to school with his friend, then he start thinking about waking you up.
Well, Shiu just kinda waved him off still sat on the couch watching Batman 1998, hunched over holding his cereal bowl with one hand and hovering his spoon with the other, following the episode like an entranced kid.
You drag yourself in living room to join him shortly after.
âWhatâs this rubbish?,â you say, before flicking the channel with the remote to something else.
He doesnât have the heart to tell you.
PAPA TOJI whoâs sat on the couch with little Megumi, television on and playing Tom and Jerry. Theyâre both just mindlessly killing time really, waiting for you to finish whatever you need to finish. You close the laptop on the kitchen table and turn your head for a view of the back of the couch.
You can see the back of your husbandâs large build sitting on one end of the couch, and you can already presume that little Megumi is on the adjacent end; both leaving space for you in the middle to receive their embraces later. You stray to look at the television screen: a familiar Tom cat running after Jerry with a big red hammer pulled from thin air, as Jerry hightails the corridor and into a mousehole.
Well youâre finished with your work now, and as you come round to join your little family on the couch, you notice how Tojiâs leaned back comfortably with his arms crossed amusedly, his facial expressions changing with the show. Like heâs trying to decide whether Tom or Jerry has a more concordant plan.
Tojiâs more into it than little Megumi it seems, whoâs idly picking at a loose thread of his shorts. Not that heâd ever admit that.
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Finally Together
When Jerry called, I could immediately tell something was very wrong. He was holding an ice pack up to his face and looked deranged overall.
"Jerry? What the hell happened to you?"
"Oh, hey. Yeah. This." he pointed at his face. "That's a long story."
"Let me see!" I demanded. You see, Jerry was, most definitely, my bff - my very best, very gay friend. And he had a talent for getting into trouble, sadly.
He slowly lowered the ice pack and I gasped. His right eye was swollen shut, and his face was covered in bruises.
"How..."
"Well, there was this guy. He was kinda hot, and totally my type, but, you know, straight as an arrow. At least *now* I know that." Even despite his bruises, Jerry raised his eyebrows in the cutest way possible - one of the traits I admired about them.
Yes, I should mention, I kiiiind of had a tiny little crush on Jerry. Or perhaps a gigantic one. You always want the ones you can't have, right? In my case, I was a woman - which was enough to disqualify myself rather finally.
"...and? Did he hit you?" I asked, even though I already suspected the answer.
"Yeah. I was just talking to him, trying to subtly find out his orientation. You know how it goes. Apparently, I wasn't too subtle about it, though, and he kind of escalated all over my face. It's no big deal, now I know."
Jerry smiled, but I could clearly see that it caused him pain to do so. It nearly broke my heart.
"It is a big deal." I answered. "That's horrible. You are worth so much more than this. Where did it happen? Did you call the police?"
"It was in the gym. Keith - that's the guy - works there, so, I guess, I need a new gym." Jerry joked. "And no, I didn't call the police, it's just... it's alright, okay Mathilda?"
I was not convinced but decided to let it go. Jerry was just a so sweet and innocent guy, he wouldn't even cause someone trouble if that someone punched in his face. I, on the other hand, was fuming. That was not a way to treat my bff! I would have really liked to kick that Keith's ass right now.
I chatted a bit more with Jerry before he had to go and promised him to come over that evening.
To be quite honest, I didn't plan to do anything, but when I was walking to Jerry's apartment in the afternoon, I passed his gym. I didn't even know it was on the way, because I honestly never paid attention to it much. But now that I saw it on the way, I couldn't help it. I would go in there and just tell the manager that one of their employees was a homophobic asshole. Just a little push in the right direction.
I entered the gym. It looked quite standard, but I couldn't see any manager or anyone else to talk to, for that matter, so I just went in there. It was quite empty, which was not surprising at this time of the day. There was, however, a young, muscular man doing push-ups. It was quite disgusting, actually, with all the sweat dripping down his body and a musky, penetrant smell was filling the room.
He stood up and greeted me.
"Hi, there. You're not a member, are you?"
"I'm not." I said. I felt like adding a "sorry" or something but decided against it. Instead, I clutched my handbag tighter.
"So, what can I do for you, ma'am?" He had that smug grin of an urge driven man who seemed to undress me with his gaze. I shuddered in disgust, but still, I straightened my back.
"Well, actually, I'm here to make a complaint."
"A complaint? About what?"
"Your staff."
"Oh? Do you have an issue with someone working here?"
"Well, yes. I just learned that one of your trainers, Keith was the name, I think, assaulted a customer. That is a terrible way to treat people, and I will not stand for it."
The guy laughed and flashed me a superior grin while he nonchalantly readjusted his groin. Free balling of course. Ugh. Can you spell 'toxic masculinity'?
"Look, honey. Whoever told you that, they lied to you. Keith would never hit a girl, especially not a pretty one."
I felt my face reddening from anger.
"First off, I'm not your honey, and secondly, it wasn't a girl but a guy."
The guy raised his eyebrows. "Really? A guy, huh?"
"Yes. He is my very good friend, and it's not funny at all."
"Hmm. Yeah, I think I remember the guy, some fruity fag who needed to be told a lesson."
Then it dawned on me. The disgusting guy in front of me was the man that had hurt Jerry.
"You're the one who did it! How dare you!" I exclaimed and tried to slap his face.
Before I could land a hit, though, he grabbed my wrist with an iron grip and grinned like a predator.
"Ah, ah. I wouldn't try that, if I were you. Would be a shame, if something were to happen to your pretty face, too."
I withdrew my hand and trembled from disgust.
"Ugh. You're just such a disgusting... jock."
In hindsight, I had no idea what happened, but perhaps some benevolent spirit or sprite was listening. In any case, Keith all of a sudden got a really strange expression on his face and looked really pale for a moment. And then... he suddenly looked even paler, like white paper or cloth. I will never be able to forget the expression of surprise on his face, as his body kind of... collapsed in on himself. His muscular torso diminished, and his arms and legs twisted and fused into thin rubber strips. But his face... His face contorted into a white fabric pouch that was completely devoid of any features within seconds. It had only taken a few moments, but Keith had disappeared.
I looked around first, but nobody else was in the gym right now. I carefully stepped closer and inspected what was left of Keith. Inside his black, damp gym shorts that was lying on the ground, I could see a pair of men's underwear, I believe it was called a jockstrap: A large fabric pouch held by rubber bands - designed to just cover the genitals, although, judging by the size of the pouch, rather large genitals. Now, as Keith had demonstrated quite clearly just a few moments ago, he had certainly not be wearing any underwear - and I had seen what had happened to his face.
With pointed fingers, careful not to touch the damp gym shorts and almost gagging from the strong smell, I picked up the piece of underwear. I had almost thrown it away again, when I noticed that it, too, was covered in sweat and stink. However, the piece of underwear that had once been a man held a strange fascination to me. I lifted it up to my face, to have a closer look, but didn't consider the consequences. When I breathed in, my nose was filled with the overwhelmingly strong and manly smell of sweaty, unwashed genitals, and it triggered something inside of me. All of a sudden, I felt tingly all over and groaned. My body felt weird all of a sudden. It was like that disgusting smell was all around me, enveloping me, pushing me to... change, somehow.
In horror, I felt my feet swelling up in my shoes. It wasn't painful, but it felt like I had been wearing boots that were way too small. The pressure was quickly getting unbearable and painful until my canvas shoes and thin socks couldn't take it anymore. First on the left and then, shortly after, on the right side, the toes of massive feet burst out from the footwear. The pressure subsided, and it felt fine again.
The changes didn't stop, though. Now that my feet had broken free from their restraints, my legs were the next to follow. A ripping sound heralded the death of my tights, as my legs gained mass and muscles. It looked almost comically how the threads of my tights were ripped apart, strand for strand. At the same time, I watched, as my hands grew larger. Gone were my delicate fingers, replaced by thick sausage-like appendages. Those new finger weren't carefully manicured but instead, I was now sporting short, ugly nails that would have been fitting for a lumberjack, rather than a girl.
While my legs were still growing, and I was getting visibly taller, my arms were next to follow. My blouse didn't even stand a chance as the arms did not only grew longer but most importantly, stronger. My biceps swelled like I visited the gym every day and, to my horror, I saw a tattoo forming on my right arm that reminded me a lot of the one Keith had had. I didn't have much time to think about it, though, as a new force practically ripped my blouse apart: My torso was pushing outward in all directions. My shoulders widened considerably, and my bra snapped from the strain. At first, I thought my boobs were growing, but it was quite the opposite. They were receding into my body, being replaced by even more massive and decidedly male pecs. Below them, a ripple went through my stomach, leaving behind the cobblestone road of abs.
The changes had met up at my midsection now and I was afraid of what was going to happen next. Sure enough, my skin-tight summer trousers bulged forward as something pressed against them from the inside.
"No..." I groaned, with a lower voice than I was used to, and tried to push whatever was appearing back into my midsection, but it was no use. With another ripping sound, a penis emerged from between my legs, quickly followed by a pair of testicles that pushed the ruined trousers down and settled in between my tree trunk-like thighs.
My head started swimming. That was wrong, that was so wrong. But the changes just went on. An Adam's apple formed in my throat, further lowering my voice, and my face reformed. It became squarer, and my jawbones became more pronounced. At the same time, my beautiful long hair receded into a short masculine cut. However, as hair disappeared on top of my head, it grew elsewhere. Or, should I say everywhere. Disgusting, wiry body hair grew in on my arms and legs and even on top of my enormous feet and the back of my hands. My chest was coated by a layer of short and coarse hair, and a treasure trail led down my midsection, where it disappeared into a thick pubic bush.
Speaking of bushes, two more formed in the large area of my armpits. Ugh. I was hairy like a fucking monkey. The only well-groomed bit of body hair was on my face, in the short beard that I could see in the gym mirror.
I could hardly believe my eyes. Staring back at me from the reflection was no one else but Keith. *I* was a splitting image of Keith now, only naked aside from the tatters of my clothes. I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a low grunt.
Okay, Mathilda, no reason for panic, I told myself. I would just... Go see a doctor. Yes. There had to be an explanation. This could be treated.
I took a step towards the exit and stumbled over the remains of my coughing. Oh, right, I was still naked.
The only piece of clothing was Keith's gym shorts. Well, his gym shorts and Keith himself, who was a piece of underwear now. I looked between the shorts and the underwear. On the one hand, I really didn't want to wear what had just been Keith, but on the other hand... I certainly wasn't going without any underwear. Everyone would be able to see the outline of my current genitals. Yuck.
So, lacking other options, I pulled on the white piece of underwear. It was, unsurprisingly, very sweaty, and it clung to my junk. I grimaced, but it was better than the alternative. My ass was still largely uncovered, but that was not as bad as the front side. I had to admit that my new equipment filled out the pouch pretty well.
I quickly shook my head and pulled on the gym shorts as well. It felt weird not to cover my chest, but that was probably acceptable in my current state.
Perhaps I could ask Jerry if I could borrow some men's clothing from him.
Oh my, Jerry. He was probably waiting for me. I grabbed my handbag and fled the gym.
Walking felt weird. Of course, regardless of my looks, I was still a woman, so I took small steps and refused to spread my legs too much while walking. It was very awkward. The sun was shining down and although it wasn't all *that* hot, I found myself starting to sweat. How disgusting was that? It was like those stupid mountains of muscle were producing so much heat that my skin was soon glistening with sweat and my armpits started to smell. I tested it by lifting an arm and taking a whiff. Ugh. I needed a shower, badly. I probably would be able to use Jerry's.
Jerry... I saw his face right in front of me in my mind. The cute smile, the adorable brown eyes, the cute little dimples on his cheeks when he grinned.
A strange feeling came over me from my groin area. What was going on down there? When I looked down, the ample bulge of my cock had become even bigger, probably tenting out the pouch that had been Keith's face. I groaned. Men were so primitive. All it took was one sexy thought and bam, erection.
Still, I couldn't deny that it felt pretty good. I checked it anyone on the street was looking before I felt the outline of the cock through the layers of clothing with my big hand. The touch made me moan, and I felt my member throb.
That's when I experienced the weirdest feeling. As the sweat from my groin mixed with the fluids seeping out of the cock head and were absorbed by the jockstrap, all of a sudden, I felt the presence of Keith - the real Keith. It was like a strong mental attack, to get his body back, but I fought back. It was not *his* body, it was mine, even though it may have looked like Keith right now.
It was the strangest experience. I could practically *feel* his thoughts and emotions. The humiliation from being wrapped around, well, *my* cock and balls, I could even taste and smell an echo of what he was tasting and smelling, including the weird taste of precum that had mixed into the face-pouch recently.
It wasn't easy, but I repelled Keith's mind and kind of stuffed it back into the underwear. When I continued my walk, I didn't even notice that I know walked like a man: With long, powerful strides and enough room for my balls.
Luckily, my cock had calmed down a bit by now, and I ran the rest of the way, just to make sure. I was glistening with more sweat when I finally arrived at Jerry's apartment and rang the bell. Ugh. That musk was so bad, I just hoped I could hop under the shower right away.
However, when Jerry opened the door, we were both stunned for a moment. I because Jerry looked even better in reality than when I imagined him. Foreign hormones flooded my system, coming from my balls and I just stood there for a moment. Of course, I had a crush on Jerry before, but right now, in this moment, I realized for the first time that now, Jerry wasn't quite as unreachable as before.
Jerry, on the other hand, backed away, an expression of fear on his face.
"Keith, what... Is this some kind of joke?"
I was taken aback by his reaction.
"No! It's not... It's me, Mathilda!"
"Who?"
"Mathilda, your best friend."
Jerry stared at me, confusion on his face.
"What are you talking about Keith? Wasn't it enough for you to bash my face in? Do you want to humiliate me now?"
"No, please. Listen, Jerry, you're my friend, and I would never hurt you."
He scoffed. "Oh really? My black eye says otherwise."
I could feel myself getting upset from all the testosterone and took a deep breath.
"I can explain. Please, Jerry, hear me out."
He looked at me skeptically.
"Fine. I'll listen."
With that, he let me into his apartment.
"Okay, first of all, can I take off these gym shorts? They are really really disgusting and sweaty, and they are clinging to my legs. Yuck!"
"Uh, oookay." Jerry looked even more confused but allowed it.
Gladly, I got rid of the stinking shorts and threw them at the ground, far away from me. Jerry frowned but was apparently more captured by my now only jockstrap-clad body that I sat down on his couch. I admit I wanted to get rid of the jockstrap, too, but then I would have been completely naked in my friend's living room.
The thought was oddly exciting, and I felt my cock raise in reaction.
I just hoped that Jerry wouldn't notice my state of arousal, even though there wasn't much fabric left to hide it, but I quickly spoke.
"So, Jerry, it's really me. Remember the time when we watched Star Trek: Voyager and had a pillow fight, and you beat me easily, even though I am taller and stronger?"
"How would you know about that, Keith?" Jerry crossed his arms. He had obviously noticed my midsection problem, which was throbbing now, leading to another wet spot on the piece of underwear.
"I'm telling you, I am Ma..."
Suddenly, I grabbed my head. There it was again. Keith had reacted to my arousal and was fighting for control of *my* body again. It was weaker this time, though, and although it took me a few moments, I pushed him back between my legs, where he belonged.
Finally, I spread my legs, man-spreading without even thinking about it and giving the whole world in general and Jerry in particular a good view of my massive groin. A smirk formed on my face. Having such a big cock was something to be proud of.
"...Mathilda." I finished my sentence, although I found the name rather unfitting for a stud like me. "I just kind of... transformed into Keith's body, but it's still the same old man as always. Woman, I mean."
"Uh... what?"
I smiled and stood up, slowly, so he could see all the muscles I had gained. I was taller, too, taller than Jerry even.
"But tell me, do you like what you see?" My cock was throbbing like mad now. God, I needed to have this man!
"Uuuh... uhm... yes? Yes."
I chuckled. "Well, Jerry. I don't know how to get back to my original body yet, but do you want to... touch this one?" I gently took his hand and placed it on my chest.
Jerry didn't react at first, but then he started caressing my chest. It felt great, and he moaned, too.
Another small spurt of precum spilled into my underwear and again, Keith acted up. It was even weaker this time, and I had no trouble staying in control. I did notice something else though. Apparently, Keith was enjoying this a lot, way more than a straight man should. He was almost addicted to my cock fluids by now, and he mentally lapped at my organ submissively. And he exhibited a longing for Jerry that appeared to be too deep-rooted to have developed recently. Well, good for him, because as my jockstrap, he would have a front row seat in what happened next.
"Mathilda, is it really... okay?" Jerry asked, barely being able to restrain himself.
"Yes Jerry." I said while looking into his eyes. "It's more than okay. It's perfect. And it's Matthew from now on, okay?"
I took a deep breath, breathing in my wonderful musky smell, and I watched Jerry do the same. And when I kissed him, I couldn't wait to tear his clothes off and plow his cute little ass with my mighty cock while my lucky jockstrap was watching.
#female to male tf#muscle transformation#straight to gay#inanimate transformation#sweat#musk#man stink#romance
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FEVER
pairing ê© journalist!mingyu x afab!reader x journalist!wonwoo
synopsis ê© a promotion at work, the new political reporter and a few bottles of wine. writing for a prestigious newspaper can be much more exciting than it seems. it all depends on who your co-workers are.
content/genre ê© frenemies with benefits, threesome, smut (18+ mdni)
author's note ê© not proofread . comments are apreciated! lmk if you wanna be tagged on part 2 âĄ
warnings under the cut!
part one | part two
warnings ê© smut, threesome, anal sex, oral (m. receiving), masturbation (f. and m. receiving), cum swallowing, double penetration, alcohol consumption, tipsy sex, sex in the workplace, voyeurism, tit sucking, jacuzzi sex, protected sex. lmk if i forgot something important.
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chapter one
The newsroom of the largest newspaper in the city of Chicago and the Great Lakes region was exactly what one could expect: true chaos. Phones ringing all the time, people talking loudly, papers scattered in the corners, journalists typing at full speed to deliver their articles in time⊠the place was a huge mess, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.
You walk quickly among the dozens of tables scattered irregularly across the 6th floor of the building. Being the responsible for the entertainment and arts column, you needed to submit an unfinished article in less than two hours.
The click of your white scarpins were practically inaudible over the cacophony of the room. A little out of breath, you arrive at your table and drop your red bag on the dark wooden tabletop with an audible thump, drawing Kim Mingyu's attention.
The black-haired man looks away from the screen in front of him and starts analyzing your outfit. From the pants tight enough to outline your ass perfectly, the refined silk blouse showing just enough cleavage and the small crucifix that rested near your throat. Mingyu lets out a sigh, he hadn't been with you in bed for three hours and he already wanted to drag you back.
"Did you lose something here on my desk, Kim?" you question in a mocking tone when you notice him staring. Of course you wouldn't miss the opportunity to tease him.
"Not really" he responds by getting up and slowly approaching you. A roguish smile tugs at his mouth. "You, on the other hand, lost a pair of lace panties at my place."
"Mingyu!" you shriek and slap the man's strong chest.
"Relax, darling. No one listened." he informs with a wink. "Would you like a coffee? You look tired, didn't you sleep well?"
The worst part of spending the night with him was his inflated ego the next day.
"You are ridiculous."
In a completely childish act, you throw him a middle finger. Mingyu laughs and leaves to grab a coffee for the two of you.
If one asked any Chicago Tribune employee who y/n y/l/n and Kim Mingyu are, they would, undoubtedly, say "the biggest rivals who have ever worked here".
The two of you had been on the newspaper's journalistic team since the beginning of college. You started together as interns, and since then fought like cat and dog. You werenât sure, but you thought your enmity started with an argument in the archives room. You just knew that "hating" Kim Mingyu in front of everyone was as natural as breathing.
What most people didn't know was that you donât replicate Tom & Jerry's behavior when you are alone. Protected from curious eyes, you enjoyed your time in a much more pleasurable way.
Literally.
You hated the term "friends with benefits" to describe what you had with Mingyu. Yes, you were friends outside of work. And yes, you had sex occasionally. But you hated people's need to label things, so you preferred to think of Mingyu as just a friend. The "frenemies" dynamic worked well, both sides were comfortable with it.
And that was enough for now.
"I already added sugar. Two small spoons, right? "Mingyu declares as he approaches to hand over the mug filled with steaming coffee.
"Yes, thank you." you offer a grateful smile and take a small sip of the dark liquid.
You werenât even surprised that he knew how you had your coffee, youâve had many breakfasts together.
"Good morning!" Yunjin, your best friend, greets you with a beaming smile. "Have you seen Dino?" the youngest questions as she approaches you. "I need to get a file from his computer."
You look back at your friend's table and notice his backpack on the sideboard, but the man himself was nowhere to be found.
"Lipinski asked him to go to her office about twenty minutes ago." Mingyu responds without looking away from the computer screen. "I have no idea why."
You frown at the information.
"Weird." Yunjin comments when turning on her own computer.
"Heâll be back" you state with a shrug.
"Is he being fired?" Yunjin freaks out.
"He wasn't fired. "Mingyu laughs, amused by the situation.
"And how are you so sure?"
Mingyu points something behind you. You turn your head in sync with Yunjin, and see Dino walking towards the three of you. And he wasn't alone.
The man accompanying Dino wore a black suit, white t-shirt and a dark blue tie with white stripes. He was taller than Dino by a good few inches and, even in a suit, it was noticeable that he took care of his physique and probably went to the gym regularly. However, what left you and Yunjin flustered was his beauty.
"Guys, meet our new political journalist." Dino introduces the man.
"Jeon Wonwoo." says as he extends his hand to Yunjin, who was closer to him.
"Yunjin, fashion and lifestyle." the woman introduces herself by taking his hand.
Wonwoo addresses you with expectation in his eyes. His eyes, you notice, are striking and intense. The kind that seems to be able to read your soul with just one look.
"y/n, entertainment and arts."
Suddenly, you feel like the room is too hot.
Maybe it was because of the man in front of you, who was undeniably handsome and seemed too good to be true. Or maybe it was his baritone voice. You hadn't expected the deep, husky tone that came out of his full, heart-shaped lips.
You bite her lower lip to contain a sigh and shake his hand eagerly.
"Mingyu, sports." His face contorts a little, as if heâd already decided that he didn't like Wonwoo.
"Nice to meet you all" Wonwoo says with a friendly smile and adjusts his glasses over his elegant nose.
"Your table should arrive tomorrow." Dino says, drawing everyoneâs attention. "You can use mine for today, I'm going to do some field work and I'll be out all day." the youngest explains as he gathers his belongings and puts them inside his backpack. "Now, I need to take you to HR. Let 's go".
Wonwoo agrees and leaves his backpack on the table. The two head to the elevator hall with Dino explaining more about how the newsroom works.
"I call dibs!" you exclaim as soon as youâre sure Wonwoo canât hear you.
"Hey, not fair!" Yunjin whimpers.
"You already have Dino"
"And you already have Mingyu."
"Dibs⊠on what?" Mingyu raises his eyebrow when asking. He wasn't even sure if he even wanted to know what the two of you were talking about.
"To fuck him." Yunjin responds as if it was obvious, gesturing with her hand at the same time. "The new guy is pretty hot, if you ask me."
"Your bad taste scares me."
Mingyu's handsome features contort into a frown. He knew he had no right to be jealous of you, but he couldn't help it. It was difficult, even more so when it directly affected his ego. The thought that he might no longer be the only one to have your attention made him slightly irritated.
"Are you jealous?" you tease as you give the man a knowing look.
"He's dying of jealousy." Yunjin says in disbelief. "I never thought I would see Kim Mingyu like this."
"In your dreams, darlings." he says with a mocking tone and goes back to work. "I need to finish my article".
You exchange a glance with Yunjin and you two let out an amused laugh. You take a sip of your almost cold coffee and risk one last look in Mingyu's direction.
The man was frowning and pouting like a toddler being denied something for the first time.
"Donât be like that. I promise youâll always be my favorite." you smile flirtatiously.
Totally out of character, Mingyu offers a shy smile.
"You make it sound so sweet when you lie to me" he snorts and you laugh at the comment, finding the whole situation funny as hell.
Everyone returns to their tasks, but the slight irrational jealousy remains in Mingyuâs thoughts. He lets out an unhappy sigh, feeling extremely stupid.
The brunette takes a few deep breaths in an attempt to refocus on finishing the basketball game schedule he needed to deliver. For now, thatâs all he could do.
chapter two
It was Wednesday and the Chicago Tribune newsroom was practically empty. You, Mingyu, Wonwoo and two other journalists were the only ones there.
You feel like youâre being watched and look around, finding Mingyu staring from his desk, his bottom lip casually caught between his teeth. You could practically hear his mind engines turning.
You were very angry at him the night before. Out of jealousy, Mingyu was a total dick to you and to Wonwoo at the company dinner. However, after you shouted at him for around 20 minutes and he fingered you in the backseat of his car, you calmed down a bit. You still pretended to be mad, but you werenât one to really hold on to grudges.
"I need your help in the archives room. "Mingyu says, shaking you out of your own thoughts.
"Is it difficult for you to find a file on your own?" you tease, tilting your head mockingly.
Mingyu smirks.
"It would be easier if the person who organized it had a decent system, my dear." he teases, remembering why you supposedly hated each other. The man gets up and says: "Let's go, I don't have all day".
You roll your eyes at him, but stand up anyways. He leads the way, and the two of you leave an unaware Wonwoo behind.
Mingyu opens the heavy wooden door and lets you get in first. The lights flickered a few times before stabilizing. Several silver shelves filled with white folders were scattered around the place, as well as some wooden tables and chairs. In the right corner, they had a copy machine and other stationery items that could help journalists' research.
You walk a few inches to the first shelf and only then realize that Mingyu didn't say what he was looking for. "What do you want to find?"
"Archives about the 1958 World Cup."
"Hm... I don't know if we'll have much on the subject" you state as you walk towards the shelves at the end of one of the aisles. "This is the stupidest thing to find around here, why would you even⊠" youâre cut off when Mingyu turns you around to face him.
He presses you against the low sideboard against the back wall of the room. Your eyes widened, not understanding what was happening. Mingyu runs his large hand across your cheek. He wets his lips, staring at yours eagerly.
"Is it okay if I say âshut up and kiss meâ?"
You roll your eyes, but grab the man by his tie and pull him in for a kiss. Mingyu lets out a sound of approval, satisfied with your attitude. He lifts you and places you on the sideboard, positioning himself between your legs.
Mingyu raises his hands to your ass and squeezes hard, bringing you even closer. You tangle a hand in his hair, while the other one lightly scratches his nape just the way you knew he liked. Your tongues caress each other with dexterity, having already done this hundreds of times.
The kiss wasn't at a desperate pace with a hint of anger, like it was the last time you hooked up. It seemed like Mingyu wanted to prove a point. He kissed you as if he wanted to mark you as his. And you loved it. The world seemed to disappear when you kissed like that. An earthquake could happen, none of you would notice.
The man separates your lips and starts distributing wet kisses across your jaw and neck. You let your head fall back, giving him more space to explore. Mingyu opens the buttons on the black blouse you wear and notices you werenât wearing a bra. He lets out a grunt as he raises his strong hands calmly; touching you gently. Too gently. You start to get impatient, knowing you didn't have much time before someone else showed up.
Mingyu wraps his lips around your right nipple, making you let out a soft moan. He gives it a few seconds of attention before moving on to the other and repeating the same process of giving small licks and pulling away with a gentle brush of his teeth. He kisses up from your boobs to your neck, his hands stripping you out of your black skirt in the same rhythm.
"You can stop there." you pull the man by his dark locks when he tries to give you a hickey near your collarbone. You hated being marked in visible places.
"SorryâŠ" the look he gives you is warm and without the slightest trace of regret. His swollen lips pull back into a sly smile and you roll your eyes out of habit. With no more time to waste, the journalist opens the button on his own pants while you take care of removing your panties.
And that's when you see him. If Mingyu turned his face a little, he would see him too.
Precariously leaning on a file box, two hallways away, was Jeon Wonwoo. His eyes widen when he realizes that you discovered him there. You bite your lower lip and wink at him, making it clear that everything was fine.
Wonwoo lets out a breath, which he hadn't even realized he was holding until then. The man didn't intend to be there. He had gone to the files room after you, at Lipinski's request. He didn't expect to find his coworkers about to have sex.
And he didn't expect to want to stay there to watch.
Suddenly feeling bewildered, Wonwoo backs up until his back rests against the white cabinets that were adjacent to the bookshelf that hid him. He brings his right hand to his forehead and presses the space between his eyebrows with his fingertips.
The room was too hot, the black tie suffocated him, the tailored trousers felt like a prison. A little desperate, he runs his hand through his hair, removing it from his sweaty forehead. Your low moans pull him back to the reality of where he was and what was happening just a feet away from him. He straightens his body, ready to get out of there.
However, he can't leave without taking one last look.
Mingyu hid his face in your neck as he fucked you in a controlled tempo. You hugged him tightly, with your lower lip trapped between your teeth in an attempt to contain your moans.
As if they were magnets, your eyes soon meet Wonwoo's again. You smirk, amused to know he was still there.
With his hands shaking, the man lets out a tortured sigh and walks away, leaving the room as quickly and silently as possible.
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"I need to say something." you declare as you try to adjust the black blouse on your body. It was completely crumpled, but whatever.
"Go aheadâ Mingyu turns to look at you.
You open and close your mouth several times, unsure of how to start the sentence. As someone whose job was the use of words, you were definitely failing to communicate.
"I didn't want to talk when we were... " you interrupted the sentence, implying what they were doing. "Wonwoo saw us."
Mingyu stops trying to straighten his messy hair and looks at you suspiciously, as if you had just told him that you knew which numbers would be drawn in the lottery.
"And thatâs a problem becauseâŠ?"
"Why aren't you nervous about this? "you question, finding the manâs reaction weird.
You tilt your head, analyzing the man in front of you. He was strangely calm for someone who had just heard that the new nemesis had seen naked the woman he had been jealous of a few days ago.
"What do you think he's going to do? Go out and tell everyone he saw us here?" he rolls his eyes and tucks the hem of his white blouse into his pants. "As if."
"Of course not, you moron. I thought you would freak out for another reason."
"And what reason could that be?" Mingyu asks, holding your chin with his long fingers, forcing you to look at him.
"Nevermind."
Mingyu shrugs, it was in his best interest to leave that subject aside. You try to adjust your black skirt, unzipping at the back to make the process easier.
"How much did he see?" Mingyu asks himself as he leans against the sideboard, waiting for you.
"I don't know when he arrived, but I saw him before you... oh, you know."
"Before I fucked you?" Mingyu laughs loudly and you slap his chest, suddenly feeling ashamed. "Who knows, maybe he learned a thing or twoâŠ"
"You are annoying, Kim Mingyu." you let an amused smile escape your lips.
You turn around in a silent request for help from the man, who zips up your skirt.
"And you love it, my dear" Mingyu kisses your neck as he carefully pulls the zipper up. "Now, move that beautiful ass of yours. We have deadlines." he gives you a playful slap on the butt before heading to the exit.
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Knowing a change of scenery was what your mental health needed, you transferred to where your brother, Mark, goes to college. The good news is, heâs not too cool for his younger sister, so he lets you join his friend group immediately. The bad news is, Haechan is in that friend group, and a brief encounter four years ago was enough for you to understand he does NOT like you. Even worse news, heâs a lot hotter than he was four years agoâŠ
Chapter Sixteen: smol bear - six images, 1.9k words - heads up, this has about the same vibe as last chapter
As soon as you opened the door to Haechan, you were ready to fall into his embrace, already having worn yourself out from crying prior to his arrival.
However, what youâre met with is a pint of Ben & Jerryâs The Tonight Dough extended out for you to take, and you flick your gaze up to Haechan in question. âYou had enough time to run to the store in the past five minutes?â You ask with a laugh of disbelief, wiping away at the stray tears running down your face, his presence alone enough to start calming you down a bit.
Haechan uses his hand that's not holding the ice cream to scratch at the back of his neck in embarrassment. âNo, I just- I keep a pint of it in my freezer in case youâre ever over and...want some, and I figured youâd probably uh- want some now.â
That was all it took before sobs immediately wrack your body again and Haechan just sighs, moving slightly to place down the pint of ice cream before coming back to wrap you in a bear hug. You can hardly think to be embarrassed about your tears staining his shirt, but you knew he would have been adamant that it didnât matter in the slightest.
Slowly, he brings a hand up to run over the back of your head and through your hair. âWhatâs that silly brain of yours up to?â He whispers, and you shake your head against his chest.
âCurrently? Telling me that I donât deserve you,â you answer, rendering Haechan still for a moment.
âI can assure you, thatâs a lie,â he responds seriously. You let out a heavy sigh against his body before speaking again, trying to ignore how your voice was cracking.
âI donât like myself very much right now,â you sniffle in his hold, and Haechan is baffled that you couldnât hear his heart breaking in his chest, though he figures he should be grateful for that. He takes care in maneuvering the two of you so that he could rest his forehead against yours for a moment, his thumb now gliding softly across your cheek.
âDonât worry. I like you enough for the both of us tonight,â he says gently, and your grip around him tightens as you hide your head back in his chest to try and stifle more sobs. He runs a hand up and down your back in the meantime. âThank you for texting me,â he continues, and you shake your head against his chest.
âI needed you,â you manage to say through a whimper, forcing Haechan to take a deep breath before tears could end up sliding down his face, as well.
âIâm always gonna be here,â he responds, and you knew he meant it with every fiber of his being - you could feel it.
When the two of you finally broke from the hug, Haechan immediately turned your attention to various board games and movies. Eventually, this led to the two of you laying down on top of your, much more comfortable, couch; with you almost entirely on top of Haechan as his arms wrapped around you loosely.
You were half-way through his comfort movie (the two of you already rewatched The Aristocats while playing board games) when he softly spoke up for the first time since it started.
âYou can talk to me about it, you know? I told you your heavy feelings arenât gonna scare me away, and just taking your mind off of it isnât going to work forever.â His head is still turned to face the TV as he spoke, and you know itâs an attempt to make it feel more casual - less threatening of a topic.
You hold your breath for a moment before letting out a light sigh, giving in. âYouâre not gonna get it, though. I feel like no one gets it. Sure, meeting you guys has been the biggest blessing and my mental health is honestly miles ahead of where it wasâŠthough thatâs probably hard to believe given the situation. But- you guys always want to hang out with me, and my SM friends did, too, but I donât get it. Half the time I just want to lay in bed and do nothing, and itâs like you guys know that and purposely donât let me. I donât know why you guys donât let me. I donât want to eat or see the sunlight all the time. I'm doing better but sometimes I just want to be here, and everyone acts as though it's the end of the world.â
Haechan takes a sharp inhale as his hands cease rubbing circles across your back and youâre terrified you messed up telling him all of that, figuring it paints you as ungrateful for your friends - a classification that he himself fell under, and now youâre worried you upset him. Though, moving your head up to look at him, you catch as he licks his lips in contemplation before pulling his gaze away from the TV and towards you, raising his eyebrows as he asks a question. âDo you step on flowers when you see them blooming?â
You look at him quizzically as you respond with a faint, confused âno.â Haechan lets the softest of smiles cross his face as he shakes his head to emphasize your negative response, continuing to his point as he does so.
âWe all try our best to take care of beautiful things, y/n. And even if you donât see how your actions, or lack thereof, equate to you not taking care of yourself, think about the five year old who tramples over flowers without realizing any harm was doneâŠbut the rest of us know. The rest of us grieve. So, weâre all just trying our best to take care of you - before your mental health starts affecting your physical health and you have to stay in bed all day. I mean, I take you out to lunch all the time and I know you donât want to eat, I know. But what you donât know is that you eat a little bit more off your plate every single time. So, I never stop inviting you out, cause when I take care of you, you take care of yourself, too. The same thing when Jeno and Jaemin go exploring with you. Itâs a huge part of why youâre miles ahead of where you were mentally. Youâve gotten stronger, you just donât know it. So yeah, we like hanging out with you all the time - cause every time we do, we see you healing, and it gives us the chance to take care of you and fill all the gaps in between.â
If the two of you were breathing once he got done talking, you wouldnât have been able to tell. The only sound breaking the silence was from the movie. You and Haechan seemed instead to be frozen in time. You watch as he takes a moment to study your figure, opening and closing his mouth a few times, apparently not satisfied with leaving off how he did.
He dodges eye contact now as he begins his next spiel, but his words come out slower, even more decided, than they previously were. âAnd if itâs the âbeautifulâ part youâre having a hard time wrapping your head aroundâŠwell, Iâd tell you to think of art museums. Not everyone gets it, but thereâs a reason for every piece thatâs on display. Someoneâs found it beautifulâŠeven those weird modern art pieces that no one seems to get because theyâre just red squares half the time. But you? If you feel like a red square painted on a canvas, just know that I get it - it was never even a question. I know youâre beautiful,â he says, moving a hand to gently tuck a piece of hair behind your ear so he could make unobstructed eye contact with you.
You donât say anything back in reply. You canât. Instead, you lay your head back on his chest to face the TV, squeezing your eyes shut, though it doesnât do anything to stop the small shakes of your body with each soft sob that picked back up at his words. Haechan never said anything else, just holding you tightly to him as he resumed tracing shapes over your back until you fell asleep in his arms.
When you woke up the next morning in bed, what you werenât expecting was to walk out to the living area and see Haechan standing in the kitchen.
At the sound of your footsteps, he turns to face you with a smile. âHey, do you want coffee?â He asks casually, as if it were his own place and you were the guest.
You canât stop the small laugh from leaving your system. âWhat are you doing here?â You ask playfully, and Haechan just shrugs as if nothing were off.
âWell, you fell asleep on me last night, so I carried you to bed and tucked you in and all that cause I figured your bed is more comfortable, but I didnât want to just- leave youâŠin case you woke back up and needed me. So, I slept on the couch; unless you think that's weird!! In which case, I went home last night after getting you to bed, then came back here about ten minutes ago to make you coffee...and your friendly poltergeist roommate let me in.â He states plainly, and a fond smile paints its way across your lips as you stare at his figure, currently turned away from you as he resumed his task of making coffee.
âThank you,â you reply seriously, and Haechan figures it was for the best that he wasnât facing you anymore because just your 'thanks' had sent blush across his cheeks.
He shakes his head. âItâs nothing,â he answers, finally turning towards you again once the warmth in his cheeks dies down. âDo you wanna hang out today, too? Or are you about to kick me out of your kitchen?â He asks with a bashful smile and embarrassed laugh.
You shake your head and let your eyes roll playfully. âWell, youâre already hereâŠwe might as well hang out.â
Haechan lets a grin cross his face but he shakes his head at you. âOh, no, Iâm getting you out of here today; making you take a break from the confines of this place," he states with a lilt of seriousness.
You let out a sigh, though you knew arguing would be futile. âWell, Iâm sorry to report that itâs a little early for lunch,â you joke, and Haechan rolls his eyes before answering with a cup of coffee extended out for you to take.
âI didnât ask to go out for lunch, I asked to hang out. Iâm ready for whatever it is you want to do, just let me know,â he says firmly, clinking your coffee mugs together in a mock 'cheers' before taking a sip through the stupid grin he currently bore on his face.
You roll your eyes in an attempt to negate the smile on your own lips. âLet me go get ready,â you say, but before you can take two steps back toward your bedroom, Haechan catches your wrist in his hand, forcing you to turn his way again in an instant.
âWe have all day. Just stand in this kitchen and drink coffee with me for a bit first,â he pleads softly. That was all it took for you to move the mug up to your lips, laughing at the man in front of you who was now incredibly too invested in whether or not you liked your coffee.
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a/n (x2): you guys would not BELIEVE how long it takes for them to get together after this...
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This is going to be interesting fr, like how much differently do your ocs treat the reader if they were childhood friends. Iâm super excited! Also canât wait to see Jerry again â€ïž
Warnings: violence, murder, unstable home life, bullying
Silas:
Being Silas's childhood friend guarantees you a bodyguard. He doesn't let anyone get close to you. You don't ever have to worry about the fact that anyone will bully you, because Silas will obliviate them. He's the type to let you lean on his shoulder in class whenever you feel tired. He will ditch school with you and go to the zoo if you want to.
People around you will try to separate the two of you. âSilas isn't a good influenceâ, they say, and doesn't want his behavioral problems to rub off on you, or for you to get in danger. There are speculations that Silas is involved in criminal gangs â and if someone asks you, you won't deny it. But Silas won't let anyone take you from him, won't let anyone touch you. You always have his arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders, always claimed by him.
âI'm going to bash that kid's skull in, I'm not fucking joking. If they dare to to touch you â no â if he as much as breathe near you, I'll send them to the nurses office. Lean your head on me, Y/N, its okay. Does your hand still hurt? I cant believe that he fucking stepped on it. It doesn't matter if it was a mistake. I'll cut his off.â
Dr Kry:
There is something off about him, and everyone can see that. He sits back straight, hands together, and always in clean, ironed clothes. His hair is always brushed and fixed, he hates germs and people. And he hates it all, he really does. The only friend he has, is you. The only one he doesn't think is dirty, is you. You know that the reason he sits and talks like a robot is because of how strict his parents are. There has been multiple times where he has dirtied his clothes while playing with you, and has panicked. You help him clean them before going home, and when touching him you make sure to wipe your hands with a cloth â even if you know that he doesn't mind your germs. You know how he doesn't like to be touched, so you never hug him or linger on too long, which is just why Kry likes you so much.
You are the only one who knows about his author's dreams. His parents want him to become a doctor, or a lawyer, and you know he's interested in medicine, but he wants to be able to write. He wants to write sci-fi stories, and you are the only one that knows it.
You get teased by others for being with the âclean freakâ but it doesn't bother you. However, it does bother Kry. After someone has been mean to you, they always end up in the hospital, one way or another. You can't help but wonder if it's your shy, sweet friend who's behind it.
âI like having picnics with you. Oh, you forgot the other fork? No, don't apologize, I understand that it was a mistake. We can share a fork, I'm okay. Yes, it's fine, I don't mind ⊠you're so nice, wiping the fork for me, you don't have to do that ...â
King Edmund:
If you are Edmundâs friend while he's the crown prince, you need a lot of patience. He is spoiled rotten, entitled and unpleasant to be around. Everything is on his terms. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't value you. He is locked in his room day in and day out with a private tutor, completely isolated from everyone else. He will throw fits and threaten not to do his classes, unless he is allowed to play with you. So, they bring you to the castle where you get to live from now on.
Edmund absolutely loves to spend time with you. You ride horses together, torment the staff, play pranks and read. When he can't sleep, he walks into your room and crawls under the sheets.
You're with him when his parents are murdered. Edmund's first instinct when the castle is attacked is to run to your room, wake you up and hide the two of you. He is equipped with a sword and will protect you to the last moments.
Although the two of you are isolated, there are people in the staff making fun of you, or talking bad. Edmund doesn't even hide the fact that he orders for their deaths.
âI fucking hate classes, and I hate that tutor. It's so boring. I wish you could take the classes with me, it'd be so much more fun. After class, can't we do something? Can't we go down to the fountain and read? I want you to read for me. You're the only one that reads the story right, that does them justice. Everyone else sounds like fucking donkeys.â
Jerry:
Jerry goes to an all girls school in South Korea. You don't go to the same school â which is probably for the best. Jerry is the leader of her little gang, and they are notorious for their bullying. She is a bully for fun, but won't allow any of her friends to make fun of you. If they do, she will ruin their lives. You do know about her life outside the school though, you have been with her when she steals from stores (often makeup stores). You often meet her after school and go to the mall or amusement parks together. She's a very sweet person to be around when it's just the two of you.
You're friends with her before she starts to call herself âJerryâ â when she's still âYubinâ. She had seen the name in a TV series and liked the character. She says that she is going to move to the US, and then she wanted an english name.
You're often with Jerry's friend group on weekend nights, often strolling around the town with alcohol and cigarettes, sometimes breaking stuff. Jerry makes sure that if they're ever caught, her and you slip away. She finds it all extremely exciting.
Jerry escapes to you when she gets to know that her parents (and perhaps sister if i want to give her one) have been murdered by a rival, when she has involved herself in criminal activities for real. It's the first time you get to see Jerry break down. She's in your arms, crying heavily, admitting how scared she is and how much she misses her parents. She loves her family, and now there is nothing left of it. She says that she died that day, and that whoever is inhabiting her body now is a fraction of who she once was.
âYou're such a fresh wind from that fucking girl school. Why do I have to go there? Why am I not allowed to join a coed school? What? Why my nails have blood under them? No, I didn't get into a fight again. I didn't. I promise. Get up, let's go get sushi, I'm starving.â
Hedwig:
If you're a childhood friend of Hedwig, you're basically a family member. You go on her family's expensive vacations, just because Hedwig doesn't want to be alone.
You play every day and go through all stages of life together. Hedwig has always been the sweetest human you've ever known, and it surprises you when you see her angry. The many, many years you've been friends, you've only seen her angry a handful of times. You go to summer camps together, share beds, share everything. Teachers ask for the other when one is gone (which is rare).
Being childhood friends with Hedwig would most likely end in romance at one time, so she would win without having to do anything harsh. But if you started developing crushes other than Hedwig before, she would ruin their reputation until you wouldn't want to look at them anymore, but no one would know that it was Hedwig.
Hedwig has always been very popular, both for her money and looks, and by default, you've been too because you're her best friend. Hedwig likes to see how nice everyone is to you, because they know better than to upset you. No one wants to get out of the magical bubble that is Hedwigâs popularity.
âWe will be friends forever, won't we? I don't think I could live without you, Y/N. You're the other half of my soul. If I don't have you nearby, I can't breathe.â
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