#lee!abby

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The Vest Thief

Summary: Abby hides Mike’s vest.

Word Count: 1,036

Pairings: None (obviously)

A/N: THIS FIC HAS BEEN REady AND I FORGOT TO POST IT!! IM SO SORRY ANON, LMFAO 😭😭

Mike and Abby are so precious and I love them. 10/10 sibling goals.

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Mike’s patience was running thin. He loved his little sister with all his heart, but she was being incredibly difficult. He’d gotten dressed and was ready to walk out the door when he realized that he didn’t have his vest. Naturally, there could only be one culprit for the theft.

“Abs, come on… I gotta go to work. Can you please just tell me where my vest is?” Mike leaned against the doorway to Abby’s room, looking at his sister with a stern, yet pleading look.

The young girl sat cross-legged on her bed with her arms crossed over her chest, her expression one of pure stubbornness. She quickly shook her head.

“No! I’m keeping it hidden!” Came the bratty response.

The elder let out a sigh and rubbed his temples, clearly not in the mood for his sister’s shenanigans. At the same time though, he could tell that she wasn’t hiding it just for the fun of things. As if she read his mind, Abby spoke.

“I want you to stay here…”

Mike had a strong suspicion that that was the case. His expression softened and he let out another sigh, taking inventory of his options. It’s not like he could send her to her room… she was already there. Besides, that wouldn’t do any good, considering she knew where the vest was and he didn’t.

He suddenly got an idea… a way to get his vest back without making Abby hate him.

He slumped his shoulders and strolled over to the girl’s bed, kneeling in front of it to be at her eye level.

“You’re really not gonna tell me where the vest is, are you?”

As he expected, Abby, with a pout, shook her head vigorously, causing her short, dark hair to whack her in the face. Mike shrugged, getting back on his feet.

“Alright, Abs. I didn’t want it to have to come to this, but you leave me no choice…”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he swooped up his little sister and carefully pinned her to the bed, hovering over her. And then, without hesitation, he dug his fingers into Abby’s sides, causing her to squeal.

“Mike!!” Abby yelled through her giggles, wriggling around under her brother’s evil fingers.

“Where’s the vest, Abby?” Mike asked again. He was gentle, yet firm with his tickling, not wanting to hurt or overwhelm the kid, just wanting to know where his vest was.

“Mike, stohohop! I’m not telling!”

The elder raised an eyebrow, inching up to his sister’s ribcage, knowing it was a particularly sensitive spot. Abby’s response was a shrill burst of laughter and a whole lot of squirming.

“Oh, really? Then I guess I’ll just have to tickle you until you tell me.”

The younger yelped at the feeling of her brother’s nails scratching along her bare tummy, her laughter going up an octave or two.

Mike, despite trying to be serious (as serious as you can be when tickling your younger sibling to pieces,) could feel a smile tugging at the corners of his own lips, endeared by the sound of his little sister’s laughter. Abby didn’t talk very much, and when she did, it was mostly short replies or bratty remarks. Mike couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Abby look so happy.

What was he doing? Oh, right… the vest.

“Abby, I’ve gotta leave in fifteen minutes. Either you tell me where the vest is, or this continues for the next twelve minutes.” Mike threatens, spidering his fingers around the girl’s stomach.

Overwhelmed by the tingly sensations in her stomach and mortified by the thought of this torture continuing for a whole twelve more minutes, the little thief finally caved.

“O-Okahahay! I’ll tell you where the vest is!” Squealed Abby, admitting defeat.

Seeing that the kid had had enough, Mike pulled away, crossing his arms expectantly. “Well?”

The child took a moment to gasp for breath before giggling out, “M-My pillowcase…”

Mike raised an eyebrow and slowly reached towards his sister’s pillowcase, keeping an eye on her in case she was setting him up and trying to make a run for it. When he felt a bunched up piece of fabric at the bottom of the pillowcase, he pulled it out and checked it for any marks or scribbles… not that Abby would do such a thing, but you could never be too cautious.

Once concluding that the vest was in perfect condition, he slipped it on and stood up, ready to head out the door. He then saw his sister’s melancholic expression and he sighed, kneeling down in front of her.

“Hey, I know we don’t really spend much time together anymore, but… I have tomorrow off.” Abby took her eyes off the floor to look at Mike instead.

“Why don’t you and I spend the whole day together? We could watch movies, play games, draw pictures together, even though I’m not an artist like you.” He smiled, tucking a stray hair behind his sister’s ear, getting her to giggle from his compliment.

She pretended to think about it, tapping her chin, which caused Mike to grin and gently shake her by the shoulder.

“Come oooon… say yes!”

The playful insistence made the young girl laugh and she finally gave in, pushing her brother away with faux exasperation.

“Okay, okay, fineeee!” Laughed Abby.

Mike’s grin softened and he stroked the back of his sister’s head. With some peace of mind, he started to head for the door before turning around again to look at the girl.

“Be good for Max, okay?”

“I will… even though I don’t like her very much.” Abby said with a cheeky smile, causing Mike to roll his eyes and stifle a laugh, not wanting her to think it’s funny to insult people, even though it kinda was…

Mike’s shift that night felt a bit easier than usual, the thought of spending time with his little sister getting him through.

He wouldn’t be making any excuses either. No matter what happened, he and Abby would be spending time together. After all… they were the only family they had left.

…

They had a mutual agreement that their aunt Jan didn’t count.

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A Little Break

Sooo I absolutely fell in love with this pairing lol. They’re such a cute duo. Abby and Owen are probably one of my top favorite couples in the series (even though it does get hate, I still enjoy their characters a lot). Also, this takes place way before they break up. They were so cute and wholesome when they were younger. 🙏❤️

Warnings: Spoilers for the last of us part 2 I guess but not really. You just wouldn’t know the characters if you haven’t played part 2. Also this is a tickling fanfic so if that’s not your think just keep scrolling.

Summery: Owen attempts to make Abby loosen up because she’s being too serious

Abby rolled her eyes when Owen began humming again. Owen had agreed to help clean up her room at the WLF base, which is what they had been doing. However Owen was one to get restless and get distracted sometimes.

“Owen.” Abby finally said.

Owen looked at her with innocent amusement. “What?”

Abby rolled her eyes again, trying not to blush at how cute his face looked that way.

“Shut up.”

Owen grinned. “What? You don’t like my singing?”

Abby scoffed and threw one of her shirts laying around at his face. “Keep working and shut up you stupid doofus.”

Owen pretended to pout “Abby you’re so mean. And kind of a buzz kill too.”

Abby rolled her eyes for the third time. “Owen I swear… I would kick you out right now if I didn’t want to clean by myself.”

“Sure keep telling yourself that. You still love me.” Owen grinned more at her.

Abby huffed at him with annoyance as they then continued cleaning.

Owen got bored again and decided to mess with her more “Come on Abs… don’t be so grumpy. You can at least try not taking cleaning of all things seriously.”

“Well sorry for trying to stay focused.” Abby protested.

Owen chuckled and poked her side. “Maybe we should loosen up that focus then…”

At that, Abby flinched away with a small yelp. Owen frown for a moment with confusion, then slowly grinned.

“Oh I don’t believe it…”

Abby immediately panicked. “Owen… no… it’s … that wasn’t… Stay the fuck away…!” The braid haired girl slowly backed up a bit.

Owen however approached forwarded, still grinning more.

“Oh come on maybe this will get you to loosen up… it’ll make me happy…” he reasoned with her playfully.

Abby backed away more, then slowly broke off into a run. Owen followed, laughing, trying to match her speed. They ended up in a cat and mouse chase around the large space of Abby’s room. Unfortunately there was a box lying off to the side and Abby stumbled over it.

This gave Owen time to catch her and tackle her down to the floor.

The two of them went into a small wrestling match until Owen got the upper hand and had her pinned and straddled.

The blonde man smiled down at Abby with great mischief that Abby secretly loved as much as she claimed to hate it.

“Uh oh. Looks like you’re stuck.” He grinned as Abby squirmed uselessly.

“Owen get the fuck off of me!” She cried out angrily.

“Oh ho ho not a chance Abs… this is pretty priceless…”

Using one hand to firmly pin both hands over her head, he used his free one to gently poke around her torso teasingly.

Abby immediately tensed up and squirmed harder, her lips shut as she tried suppressing any vocal reactions.

Owen grinned at the sight of Abby, especially when her cheeks slowly began to turn a soft pink color.

“You can’t hold it forever yknow…” He smirked as he kept prodding and poking. When he found a particularly sensitive spot at her lower ribs Abby whined a little. Owen baited into the reaction and dug gently in more, making Abby finally burst into giggles.

“OhoHowehehen fuhuhuck…”

He grinned more. “A little sensitive here are we he kept digging into the spot at her lower ribs.

Abby squirmed and kicked more. “LEhEhEht mehehe gOhohoho!!!”

“Nah. Don’t think so… I still wanna try some spots…”

“Ihihim nohohohot a dahahaamn tohohoy!!!” She protested.

Owen grinned. “Sure you are… my cute little toy… I might play with you all day…” he then dug into her belly and Abby squealed, laughing hysterically and squirming.

“OHoHOWEHeHEN PLeHeHEAHASe!!!” She frantically kicked her legs out. “IHIhIhI hAHAHAHTE YOhOHOHu!!!”

Owen laughed with her. “Nah you don’t hate me…” he claimed as he began once more digging into the soft spot by her lowest ribs.

Abby squealed and laughed more as she continues writhing frantically.

Owen grinned at her. He felt his heart melt on the spot seeing her like this. The way her face for once looked softer, and more carefree. He hadn’t seen her like this in a long time. He wanted to cherish it.

“Oh Abs… you’re so unlucky that I remembered where your worst spot is…” he smirked as he slowly inches his fingers back towards her knee. He gently tickled softly and she erupted into shrieks and squeals.

“OHOHWEAHAHAHAHA!!!” Her laughter grew hysterically silent. The knee tickling overwhelmed her nerves, especially when he’d sneak under to flutter at the underside of her knee.

He saw her face getting more red and she seemed to be at her limit so he slowly stopped. Letting her breathe.

“Y-yohohuh… ahahare… ahahan ahahasshohole…” she attempted to glare in her excess giggles.

Owen grinned down at her and leaned in to plant a kiss.

Abby’s eyes widened but her face softened again as she let her body lean into it, as the two decided silently to take a break from cleaning, and share a bit of lip locking for a while.

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THE BEAR, 02.06 + Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents by Lindsay C. Gibson

(carmy version)

[animusrox]

The Bear (2022 - ) Season 2 Episode 6 “Fishes”

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3.07 Legacy | 3.08 Ice Chips THE BEAR

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Credit: penaltyboxpodcast ( instagram )

Highlighting the talent and spirit of Indigenous players in the NHL and PWHL! Their journey on the ice inspires us all 🏒 #NHL #PWHL #Hockey

Created by graphic designer: Carissa Ng

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there are not NEARLY enough dom/top!reader x sub/bottom!character fanfics on this app.

unless im just not seeing them, so in that case send them my way PLEASEEE

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LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE

I hate this bitch so much we have one sided beef

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THE BEAR Season 2

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SUGAR SWEET — E. WILLIAMS.

summary. the cake you had baked your girlfriend for your anniversary wasn’t the only sugar sweet thing getting eaten that night.

somewhat porn without plot | minors dni | cunnilingus r receiving | fingering r receiving | praise kink | squirting | ellie brain rot

note. living for ellie brainrot posts, this is just something i wrote up really quick because i couldn’t sleep at all last night and i think it was the frosted coffee i had - i’m gonna stick to tea from now on. also i know i said angst wasn’t my thing in my last post but smut is something i really don’t dabble in too much, so i’m just letting my mind run off.

word count. 1.7k

the warmth that you felt, just, everywhere, was electrifying.

the air felt foggy, going up a noticeable temperature and you werent sure if it was from the friction you and ellie had going on or if you had just forgotten to set the thermostat.

“oh god.. ellie…” you couldn’t help the whimpers that left your mouth as her tongue guided itself from your neck down to the valley of your breasts. her calloused hands traced your hips, giving the soft area a squeeze before reaching towards your tits - fondling them and tweaking your nipples between her index finger and thumb.

she knew just how to touch you, how to get you wet and needy for her. it was always heaven, the way she knew your body inside and out and knew just where to touch. all of your special spots, your sensitive ones.

“keep making those pretty sounds princess,” she hummed, replacing one of her hands with her mouth. your back arched into her instinctively, molding into her perfectly so she could take more of your flesh in between her warm lips. your body could feel every trace her tongue had made, every round trip it took as she licked your nipple. it set your core on fire as she tugged at the other, stretching the flesh and letting it go to watch your tit bounce back.

it was only fair for her to treat you so good, to take her time to taste you. after all, you had put so much effort into that sweet little cake you made her decorated with her favorite frosting and sprinkles. it was almost as cute as you, and she couldn’t help but choose to eat you before digging into it.

you, of course, had no complaints besides being able to eat a slice while it was fresh, but when it came to ellie and when she wanted to get her hands on you there was no way you would ever turn her down. not when the frosting came with you guys to the bedroom.

when you started, ellie had your stomach lathered with it, loving your curves and your tummy in general. if she could, she would put a baby in there for you, yet she loves the area all the same. then, when she had already licked it clean, she had started to go for your chest, your tits putting her in a trance that you had to pull her out of.

another needy whine left you, your hands running into her hair and tugging at it. her teeth caught your nipple, pulling it with her as she let you pull her head back and off of you. you hissed, but didn’t complain.

your body was hers to enjoy, especially on your anniversary.

“no more, please..” her eyes locked with yours, a smirk on her lips. “tell me what you need baby, be a good girl and let me hear it.” her hands went down to your hips, fingers playing with the lace that protected your pussy from her fingers that were aching to indulge in it. she wasn’t going to give it to you that easily though.

she wanted to hear you beg.

“y’know what i want!” you cried, her fingers ghosting over your clothed slit. “come on baby, use your words.” her tone was attentive, but also authoritative. you knew you had to say it, she was going to make you, otherwise you would lie here unsatisfied.

her hands gripped your chin, forcing you to look her way and into her eyes. they were fiery yet full of love for you. there was no doubt that your cheeks visibly changed color and the smile on ellie’s lips confirmed that. “please els… ‘m want your fingers, your tongue..” “you think you can handle them both, pretty?”

you nodded vigorously, never breaking eye contact with your girlfriend. “well, gotta give the pretty lady what she wants.” she hummed, capturing your lips in a quick, heated kiss before starting a trail down to the lacey panties you wore - no doubt you took some time choosing these just for tonight, you hadn’t expected her to see them this early though.

the eye contact ellie kept with you was skillful, never once breaking it even when she got to the barrier between you and her lips.

you thought you would only ever see it in movies, or the little porn videos you would watch where the dominant figure would remove the others underwear with their teeth. you didn’t see how it was possible, but you were enamored to say the least with how flawless ellie seemed to do it.

her teeth connected with the top of your panties, tugging the fabric down as her hands came up and lifted your hips. it was able to slip off easier, and she continued to guide her hands from your hips to the curve of your ass, to the fat of your thighs and your soft calves until she had sat up between your legs - panties in hand, or mouth in this case.

it was sexy, in a way, and you almost wanted to snatch them out of her mouth and put them back on just so she could do it again.

her hands pushing your legs apart gently brought you back to the real world, giving her body more space to slip in between your thighs which she lifted to rest on her shoulders. her eyes looked back up at you, a small smile on her lips. “you ready, pretty girl?”

“yes ma’am, please be ge- ohh, fuck…” her tongue quickly delved between your folds with your approval, not letting you finish your sentence. your hips bucked up, pushing her face into you more. she didn’t fight it, instead allowing it and rubbing your thighs to give you comfort.

her nose nudged your clit, the slick and gushing sounds of just her tongue on you echoed through the room along with the sounds of your moans and cries. “‘m so good, ‘s so good els!” you encouraged her actions, her tongue drawing figure 8’s on your clit as one of her hands made it’s way down.

you swore if she kept that motion up you would cum on the spot, the aching and ever so tightening feeling in the pit of your stomach growing.

she pulled back, the feeling of that pit in your stomach disappearing. you came to clench around nothing, bucking your hips into the air as ellie had moved to reposition herself. “patience, sweet girl. i gotcha, y’know i gotcha.” her body moved to the edge of the bed, though she leaned over and helped scoot you to the edge of the bed to make the job easier for her.

“‘m promise, won’t leave ya’ hanging.” you nodded at her words, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch her get down on the floor at the edge of the bed. once again, she placed your legs over her shoulders, but the new angle gave her more room to work her magic with both her fingers and her tongue.

teasingly, despite her current statement, her thumb came to press flat on your clit. the sensation made you whine, ellie watching as the slick of your pussy grew. in awe, her eyes stayed trained on it as her fingers moved from your clit to run through your slit, gathering your wetness on her fingers.

“always so pretty for me, always taste so sweet too.” she hummed, the praise making you clench on thin air once again. “els, please..” she looked at you, awaiting the words you knew she wanted to hear. “fuck me, please?”

“atta girl.”

with care, but also in a rush to finally give you what you wanted, ellie pushed her fingers past your folds, starting with two just to get you adjusted. that was enough to send you to space, seeing stars. what you were finally craving had been given to you, and it enough to have your back arching off the bed. your fingers gripped the sheets of your shared bed with the girl who’s head was between your legs.

pants and heavy mewls filled the room accompanied by ellie’s encouraging words. the gushing sound of her fingers going in and out of you at a rapid pace followed suit, getting louder as she added a third finger. “fuckkk.. you feel so good, it feels so good els!” you cried, hand reaching down to find her hair. her locked became entangled in your fingers and you urged her head towards your pussy. “please, just a little more..” you begged.

and how could she say no to you? you were her darling angel, and you looked so cute crumbling under her touch. she hadn’t even used her strap on you, and yet here you were about to come from just her fingers and words.

without hesitation, her lips found their way around your clit, sucking and licking against the sensitive nub as stars clouded your vision. “shiiiiit… i fucking love you..~” you squealed, hips bucking upwards and forcing ellie’s fingers to dive deeper into your pussy.

she had loved you too, dearly, but she was too focused on bringing you your orgasm to pull back and say it. she was just going to show you, curling her fingers in a rapid ‘come hither’ motion, getting your breath caught in your throat before you went silent altogether.

in a silent scream, your legs shook harder than they had before, ellie’s fingers still skillfully pulling in and out of you as her tongue sped up its pace - if that was even possible at this point, hell. ellie felt wet, in a way, and it wasn’t just her own slick that was gathering in her pants as she found herself grinding into the air at your response to her love filled actions.

you had squirted, and oh god did she love it. you hadn’t even noticed you did it until you came down from your high, panting and sheepishly looking down at her head between your legs. you could see your wetness dripping down her face, from her nose to her chin. with a red face, you muttered out tired apologies that she silenced with kisses to your thighs.

“it’s okay, beautiful. i always told you that you tasted sugar sweet.”

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THE BEAR CAST

Extra TV Interview with Melvin Robert at the 2024 Golden Globes

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THE BEAR, 02.06 THE BEAR, 03.08

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My Turning Red/My Neighbor Totoro crossover is finally done

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Wait they are on too something chat

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**Shots of the Episode**

The Bear (2022)

Season 2, Episode 6: “Fishes” (2023) Director: Christopher Storer Cinematographer: Andrew Wehde