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i have to stop feeling sooo bad about situations where i haven't really done anything wrong
#we have to do a project in pairs. theres 3 of us so one would have to do it with a random person and weve been talking for like a month#about what to do and yesterday the one friend sent a solution and now the other friend was like oh so youll do it with the other person and#the first friend said yes. and i dont even know if shes upset or if shes mad that we let her or if she doesn't care at all#but now i feel bad that i didn't say i would do it with the other person. like i thought about doing it and if i had to i would but im#already really panicking about the project and presentation and if i had to do it with someone i dont even know it would be so much worse#and maybe my friend also feels this way and i feel bad that we kinda threw her under the bus#pffffft anyway#do you think im a bad person for not volunteering to go with the stranger?#jo says stuff#university update
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very silly very funny idea but to fund my frolicking in England in April, I'd like to offer persuasive PowerPoint presentations. wanna move and your parents feel iffy? want to encourage your partner to consider you both getting a pet? need to explain your stance on something to make someone agree with you? I'll do it so you don't have to. $20 a presentation x
#PFFFFFT#go on you know this is niche. but it's funny#Anyway I'm trying to find a job so why not make some money and have fun until I'm back on the grind#this is genuinely serious
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Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20′s Neverafter episode 1
#dimension 20 spoilers#dimension 20#d20 introductions#neverafter#neverafter spoilers#I'M BEING SO BRAVE ABOUT IT YOU GUYS 😭#i think the scariest ones that got to me were like- the stepmother and whatever the hell timothy's deal with the book is#like jesus CHRIST that little scene w the kids and the fairy asking for their fathers' names...... FUCK#there were some funny moments which i was really happy for yeah the main intrepid heroes cast are real good at that#oh my god that initial scene with rosamund and the briar body horror was SHEEEEEESH that had me by th#had me by the GUT PFFFFFT#anyways i will be terrified for the rest of the season.#mostly just because it's horror and again i am a Huge baby about it#but i will do my due diligence........ and get those intro cards#wish me luck#by the way- the pinned post and blog desc have been updated for neverafter now!
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Published 1984 Royal Heritage Series: Prince Philip by Trevor Hall Part 1 Part 2 Last Part
#i'll upload the rest tomorrow#i've exceeded my daily upload limit#pffffft#like 😑😑😑#also i've skipped some pages 😂#pages i don't like#anyway#prince philip#duke of edinburgh#queen elizabeth ii#british royal family#note to self: stopped on page 44
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I think it’s illegal to have reached peak kaveh insanity the past couple of days (months) and not have had a dream about him in so long NAURRRRRR 😢
#so unfair 😔#MAYBE CAUSE I ALR HAD SUCH GOOD QUALITY DREAMS ABOUT HIM LIKE#we got married apparently LMFAO#BUT THAT WAS SO LONG AGO I WANT TO SEE DOMESTIC LIFE#and also I had a college au dream where#pffffft it was so miraculous core AND SO FUNNY but basically#I think alhaitham and I were like much closer friends and kaveh is just there so I was one day tagging along and then I was so down#down atrocious that I was fumbling hard but luckily (or should I say unluckily?) kaveh never noticed and thought I was normal#it must be the blonde talking truthfully#cause alhaitham noticed and he was like silently laughing at me loosing my mind IT WAS SO MEAN 😭#dora daily#anyways ughhh#I’m so sure I had more dreams and I must’ve noted them down somewhere but I cannot remember at all 😭#I’m so sad#but those two parts were so silly#all this and I don’t have him#this is actually a crime#I hope he doesn’t come on alhaithams banner cause pls I can’t I need to save more 😭😭😭
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Have you seen the most recent Tales from the Pizzaplex story? I don't want to spoil anything, so I won't, but something might be canon that you'd find rather interesting.
Yeah ^^ got a few asks about it xD I like to wait for confirmation but Gregory being patient 46 was a theory that I knew of before and tbh it doesn’t really change things if it’s true or not :0c he was being mind controlled and he’s not anymore ;w; the only Gregory we all know is the one we met in the games and his past doesn’t change him. It’s nice to have more background on him tho ^^ I wonder how they’ll explain this in the DLC ? >> lots of interesting possibilities.
#Pix answers#and i dont mean to be rude to the people who have sent the asks#I’ve just gotten the same ask over and over again#like ^^; i get it Im informed now thank you for the update#fnaf#he killed people? my poor gremlin child?? he’s still innocent#pffffft#this all makes me think about the Glitchtrapped Gregory AU tho#would be depressing if he escaped the mind control only to fall victim to it again#hmmmmm#anyway#thank ^^
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aw damn it
#watching bones#a dog died on the show#and my phone popped up today with yknow the memories thing of photos you took x time ago#one of the last times i saw my jed was this week 2 years ago. 3 years ago? i don't remember time is weird#anyway he died this year#i didn't get to see him often but like he was my dog yknow#he's buried in a really nice place but i'll probably never get to see it cs now my parents areall in the uk i haveno reason to go to france#so now i'm crying a lot#speaking of graves now my sister has her name written somewhere i should probably go and see it#it's just nice to know it's there it took 27 years to put her name in stone so i should go see it#or. idk it's in stone it's on a wall somewhere in the crem. but still she never had that before last month.#ohhh 2023 has been too much of a year#everything everything at once#my auntie told me yesterday (mum's dropped her phone in the canal again) that#my gran didn't have her kidney removed (cancer) on thursday cs she has irregular heart rhythm? so they're looking this week instead#she's almost 70 she has cancer on her kidney ovaries and smth on her lung and she can't have blood transfusion and she has smth w her heart#well at least i'm only crying about recent stuff now#pffffft i'm going to make tea#everything is yuck this year
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He's definitely riding a high from a fun birthday.
#//Ach I fell asleep! Yay for sleepies but gosh I had more writing to doooo#//Maybe today I shall do it all then!#//...okay not making such promises knowing myself pffffft#//But I got like 8 hours of sleep! That's so rare for me! Maybe I'll have energy today wheeeee#//ANYWAY! Time for morning coffee~#//Hoping you all are doing great and have remembered to drink enough water!
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I love people tagging my post with “well actually tango,,” as if the child that thought girls couldn’t play flamenco guitar would be able to differentiate between the two dance types enough to know that flamenco dancers use castanets 💀💀💀
#LMAOOO#that’s what yall took away from that😭ok.#anyway when I’m home from work I’m changing that post#pffffft#it’s gonna be cursed#rain rambles
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🤐!
#pffffft remaining SILENT. but some of you are hilarious.????? i come on here and you just like. line up to present for psychoanalysis#anyway going away again now dont do anything hot or weird without me#dl
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Ended up going down a rabbit hole I've not been down in years of tumblr themes instead of writing 😅
#meg is rambling#man the amount of blogs I had when I was younger and how excited I got to go looking for a new theme pfffft.....#now I've just got the one blog and i'm like 'side blog? what's one of those??' and just stick with this bad boy for everything#anyway. i actually have a theme set up now pffffft#even made a lil' page with my OC info on lol#though it is all still in my pinned post 😊
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What I find so funny about Craig and Christophe is how they actually have a few things in common, but they have this complex relationship (non-romantic btw) going on.
Their mom's were both prostitutes (not talking about Laura btw).
They both have this knack of flipping people off (if they find it necessary).
They are both seen as aggressive, but they are actually softies.
They both have blond boyfriends.
Honestly the reason the two don't get along much is because of how Craig is (still) pissed off at Christophe for how he's left the one and only friend (Gregory) he had in his life without a word for 7+ years. Christophe had stolen Gregory's money, left everything they had behind, faked his death, and fled to France without a word to anybody. This of course hurt Gregory gravely to where he had been silently grieving for the "loss" of his dear friend for 7+ years, especially not knowing that Christophe (who left that name behind and started going by Grantaire) has actually been alive the entire time.
Now for Christophe, Craig has given him a few good punches here and there when he found him alive somewhere in France. Aside from the punches, Craig also pretty much tells Christophe off at how much Gregory has been hurting and grieving for him for 7+ years. Craig just gives him a piece of his mind and Christophe is guilty about it all because he knows it's all true that he has left his only friend hurting for so many years, and that he should have just stayed with him but instead he ran like a coward. Christophe doesn't get along much with Craig because he know damn well what he himself did was wrong and he can't help but feel guilt, so it's like Christophe takes his guilt out on Craig in a way.
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It's not like Craig and Christophe literally hate each other. Both are close to this one person (Gregory). Craig mostly worries that Gregory would just be hurt again if he brought Christophe back into his life, and Christophe is just full of guilt, and whatever Craig has told him, Christophe just sees his own guilt within Craig somehow.
#ooc#i sometimes contemplate on if i wanna hc them as half brothers#maybe same dad but different moms?????#but i hc craig's biological mom is peruvian#and christophe's mom is french#also not sure how i'd make things work for if craig's dad was also christophe's dad pffffft#maybe in an au they can be half brothers -shrugs-#anyway hi i'm just having a bit of team gregory brainrot again and i blame blaze for this just cuz#out of love of course#hcs#this wasn't gonna be a hc post but i guess it may a well be now
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So damn weird (and I also can't stop thinking about) how I did my routine call to check in on my dad and today he surprised me with an oddly emotional type of reaction (I mean, for him, having a tone in his voice that sounds near enough to being teary is really unexpected, growing up I didn't think he knew any shades of emotion save rage, narcissism or occassionally copacetic silence). Mans literally had a tone in his voice and said he sometimes worried I'd never get around to visiting again, and I had to pause and look at the phone like ye uhhhhhhhh what?
#I like to think that people are capable of surprising depth and even change as they get older#And even the world's most raging narcissist can soften#And can turn over a new leaf#I mean#Still the same asshole he always was when he talks about other things#But when it comes to me?#It's just weird#He's never... had that tone hes started taking on when I was growing up#Like whats next he gives me a tender hug and buss on the forehead#Pffffft yea right#Still#Im not concerned this is a deathbed conversion#I will not be concerned#And#Fuck it Ill see him at some point next year#I mean it#Anyway#Sorry#Long tags are long
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logan purrs when he's asleep. he purrs like a content little cat when he's smushed into wade's side, his whole adamantium weight pressing into wade who doesn't really mind because ✨️who in their right mind says no to wolvie cuddles✨️ (wade uses him as a weighted blanket anyway, who needs air pffffft he doesn't)
but HOLY MARVEL JESUS he has a silent freak out the first time he discovers logan purring in his sleep during one of their movie binges. (they have weekly movie nights fight me)
a healthy (not) bout of cuteness aggression happens that night and even though wade is a little confused both by the fact that logan actually fell asleep on him and that HE IS PURRING OH MY GOD- he doesn't fight it and even naps with him (the best sleep both of them have ever had considering lots of nights are full with nightmares and insomnia)
and the thing is- wade very carefully talks to some of the surviving xmen in their universe about it and they just go 🤔🤨❓️ because not one of them has ever seen or heard logan do this (i'd imagine maybe kayla or mariko, scott even - logan told him about them, but hey wade can't really ask them can he) and then wade REALIZES and it hits him SO hard. logan is comfortable with him. he's at ease and relaxed enough in his presence to allow himself to slip into his slightly more animalistic traits without having to fear any judgement or rejection. he. is. comfortable. and wade maybe cries a little (a lot) at that realisation, holding logan even tighter when it happens again - the older man slumped against him during one of their movie nights, sleeping tight and soft purrs vibrating deep from his chest
#ehm this sugar cube just tumbled out of me i swear#sorry about that#i had to I HAD TO all the poolverine purring fanart and fics have me on the floor#poolverine#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine#logan howlett#deadpool#wade wilson#wade x logan#xmen logan#my hc writing#i just love how we've all accepted that the purring happens#no arguments taken#been working on the other poolverine fics but my mind is just hating everything i write down soooo#it'll take a bit#:-(#sorry#have at this my children#come scream with me about them
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Hi! Could I request a brozone x female reader hc's where the reader is a bit sassy and the bros find it funny and hot lol. Thanks!
Brozone x Sassy Fem! Reader
A/N: Sorry for the long wait
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John Dory:
- Completely head over heels for you
- John Dory loves a challenge and when you got sassy with him, you were definitely a challenge
- Finds it completely attractive and he thinks he’s going insane at first
- Before he gets with you he finds himself uninterested in others when they’re soft and easy, unlike you who always puts up a fight
- Left speechless sometimes when you shut him up with your clever comebacks/insults
“No cause you’re amazing and all but your attitude has been stressing me out lately.”
“Damn that’s crazy. Skill issue.”
“Wha- SEE!”
- Loves your tough demeanor though don’t let him fool you
Bruce:
- If anyone can handle a sassy reader the best, I definitely think Bruce would be the one
- If he can handle like 12 kids he can deal with you
- Loves his woman with a little spunk anyways
- Adores it having a woman that can not only stand up for yourself, but stand up for him too 😂
- If you have kids and they’re just as sassy he’s a little hysterical at first but he finds it hilarious when he gets used to it
“And I told her if she had a problem she can call my dad. Period.”
“*Nervous laugh* Period huh? Ok honey can you come here, I’m starting to think this kid is your clone.”
- But he’ll never regret his decision of choosing you, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him
Clay:
- Clay was meant for sassy women. Built for sassy women.
- I actually believe that he’d find non sassy women a little boring (but if he loves you, he loves you)
- At your constant beck and call (usually unless he’s working hard and he’s on a roll)
- If he could explain you in one word: “Hot.”
- If you’re ranting about some female who pissed you off today, he’s all ears. Just nods his head and agrees with your every word, even if you were considered “wrong” (like pffffft- how?)
“And this girl had the nerve to tell me I was stupid! Like be for real, didn’t you graduate highschool at 23?”
“No literally. I feel bad for you, she’s getting on my nerves just listening about her.”
“You get me so much.”
- Now he’s a big gossip and it’s all your fault 😂
Floyd:
- Probably didn’t realize you were sassy until he actually started dating you
- The second he watches you loose your temper he’s flabbergasted. And I mean that.
- Like for the next couple of days he’s basically jaw dropped
- When he finally gets over it he’s chill but once he sees you ima cation again, he feels…different
- Like suddenly this man’s heart is pounding, his cheeks are heating up, and his ears are practically smoking
- Accidentally picks up some of your attitude a little bit and sometimes it takes his brothers to point it out
“Are you serious Floyd?”
“Yup. But personally I told him he can miss me with that bs. Period. Wait-”
“HAH-”
Branch:
- Now we already know that Branch is a little sassy himself:
“Annnnnndddd~ a falsetto made of GOLD.”
“If this diaper was any smaller I could taste it.”
“Fine. But this is more than likely beneath me.”
- He however doesn’t realize he’s sassy so he’s unsure when it comes to you at first
- When he finally realizes that you’re the love of his life, you two are a pretty mouthy duo
- Like when his brothers first met you they were PUZZLED. Like eyebrows RAISED. They genuinely wondered if they had a long lost sister and they would have to break it to branch.
- If you were together during the plot of the first Trolls movie, you’d have Poppy stressinnnnnn
- Onc eye comes to an agreement that you both have that similarity in common, he just falls in love with you more ��
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#trolls#trolls band together#clay trolls#floyd trolls#john dory x reader#bruce x reader#clay x reader trolls#floyd x reader#branch trolls#branch x reader#trolls x reader#trolls headcanons#sorry for the long wait#=)
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| MUSIC TO MY EARS - [ABBY ANDERSON] - CHAPTER TWO |
PAIRINGS: stoic!rugby player abby x fem!reader
SUMMARY: you and your new(ish) roommate, Abby Anderson, have gotten into an argument. about what? unclear at the moment. but it's got Abby in a fit of shame. until late one night she hears you outside with someone whose voice she doesn't recognize and listens in.
WARNINGS: yall. whats up. let me know if you like it pffffft. this is definitely a slow burn, but lots of pining, yearning, and, yes, smut to come. TRUST. so, mdni. there are a lot of flashbacks between now and when they met so we get the full story eventually. this is more of a light hearted story but it does deal with coming to terms with sexuality (and who best to help you along that journey but rugby playing and stoic Abby Anderson?). anyways, i hope that the five people who might read this like it.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Music To My Ears: Chapter 2
.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・。.
Without a plan for what to say nor a thread of rationality, Abby swings the door open. She half-expects you to fall back on her feet when she does it, but you are nowhere to be found. Only in your absence does she realize how hard her heart is pounding.
She takes a beat, feeling dumb in surprise. In all of the heat of her anticipation, Abby must have waited too long. Too late, she realizes.
To the left, she peers into an empty hallway. The overhead lighting forces her eyes closed. The walls are covered in paper flowers where students wrote their plans for Spring break in permanent marker.
To the right, Abby sees a group of people she somewhat recognizes all crisscrossed on the floor, encircling and packing what she presumes to be joints. Spearheading them is her friend, a fellow rugby player, who sees Abby and playfully lifts a joint in the air, gesturing an invitation.
Abby closes the door gently behind her and walks over.
“Care to join? We’re going to the balcony once we’re done here,” her friend says. Abby just looks over her shoulder.
“Nah. Nah, I’m good. Hey, did you guys see anyone out here a minute ago?” Abby asks.
“If you’re looking for your roommate, pretty sure she went to the bathroom. She wasn’t looking too hot.”
“What did you see?” Abby nearly hisses.
The friend raises their hands up in the air so as to claim innocence. “Shit, man, I don’t know. I think her date went bad or something.”
By the time the friend stops talking, Abby has already turned the other way, headed straight for the bathrooms, mumbling a vacant ‘thanks’.
She peers around the corner and slowly pushes the door in to listen for movement. All the lights are on. The motion sensors had been activated, which is strange considering the floor is usually dead at this hour.
The bathroom stalls are empty but there’s a shower going.
Abby calls your name faintly but gets no answer. She walks closer to the sound of running water, and through it, a distant voice singing.
“More than a feelinnnnnnnnnn’, more than a feelin’, when I hear that old song they used to- more than woaaah woahhh’, I begin dreaminnnnnnn…’”
Abby’s heart settles a bit as she walks down the white, linoleum hall. She calls your name again.
The singing stops abruptly but someone sniffles.
“What-uh?” You call out. It is the perfect sound to Abby. A sound she’d grown accustomed to hearing whenever she pissed you off. She doesn’t have to guess for a second that it’s you. And, the exaggerated “-uh” you added to your words when she teased you only confirmed it.
“I didn’t know there was a concert going on. I would’ve come earlier.”
You stay silent, knitting your brow.
She knocks on the tiles outside your stall. “It’s Abby.”
“Abby… Abby… what can I do for you, Abby?” You ask, your voice illuminated drunkenly as you roll her name over in your mouth.
She laughs. “Um, are you decent?”
“Are you decent?”
“Okay, princess,” Abby says a bit more sternly now. “I’m trying to make sure you don’t drown. Either by vodka or the shower. Now, can I, please?”
“Come in, come in.” Abby draws the curtains open to see you finally. She hides a smile and adjusts to the sight before her. She can feel her heart swell a bit. Your legs are sprawled out on the floor, heels still on. That can’t be comfortable. She sees the redness around your ankles. There’s mascara running down your face and not an inch of you is dry. You’re wearing your special occasion maroon dress, as Abby suspected, which now clings to your body with the weight of the water that drenches you completely. Abby has to avert her eyes. She knows you’d never let her see you like this if you were sober. “Hey, crib. Welcome to my MTV,” you say.
Then Abby sees the flask in your hand.
“Alright, hand it over,” Abby says. She kneels down to you with an open hand.
“Hand what over?” You smile big and clutch the flask closer to your body. “I’ve never realized how big your hands are,” you lie. Deflect.
You have Abby. Just like that. Her ears bent to every one of your words and her entire body enslaved to your stare. She is taken aback from how much you affect her.
She feels it in her stomach.
Your lips are full and dark, stained vibrantly with some berry. Maybe wine, she thought. You look up at her now, with that full deep smile, and Abby forgets for a moment that you were ever crying on the floor outside your room.
You look acutely into Abby’s eyes, testing her.
“Princess…” She elongates the word, staring at you. “Come on, now.”
“Alright, alright,” you concede. You take another swig and give in, handing Abby the flask. “Those damn puppy dog eyes.”
Abby laughs. She smells the flask and grimaces a bit. She turns the shower handle until the water no longer flows.
“Bad night?”
“Best night of my life.”
“It sounded pretty grim.” She shoots you a knowing look.
“Shit, how much did you hear?”
“Enough,” Abby says, looking at the floor. She’s almost skittish. “Enough to understand why you’re laying underneath a running shower at almost midnight. I mean, shit, you were right outside the door. It was kind of hard not to listen in.”
“Okay, fuck you very much,” you laugh. “I figured you were asleep.”
“I pretended to be,” she admits with a guilty smile.
You scoff.
“Well,” Abby says. “I’m glad you have a sense of humor about it now.”
“Yeah,” you hiccup. “Totally hilarious. God, I look fucking pathetic.”
“You look fine,” she says, looking you over, slowly making way up to your eyes. When she gets there, she can’t read your face.
“I don’t want to talk about it. So, don’t ask.”
She nods her head like it was the simplest thing.
“Let’s go,” Abby says.
She reaches a hand out to you. You lean into her for stability, soaking her clothes with your own wet mess, but Abby doesn’t shy away from it. Rather, she grabs your waist and puts your arm around her shoulder, squeezing you tight and concentrating ahead to ensure a clear path.
You, however, are looking up at Abby, though her gaze is fixed elsewhere.
In her arms, you feel like you’re floating. There might as well be a halo of stars swirling above your head. Your legs trail a bit behind hers as she guides you down the bathroom hall. Suddenly, it’s all so incredibly simple. Or, perhaps, all the happiness vodka afforded you is working its magic tenfold, pulsating a warm thrill through your body. It overwhelms you in a dreamy state of mindlessness. You stare at the sharpness of her cheekbones. Her mouth, downturned and focused. Her arms, her arms…
“Wow…” you whisper, eyes locked on her face, arms messily draped around her. Your nose is inches from her neck. Abby just grins.
“I somehow actually didn’t know,” she says, “you curse like a sailor when you’re drunk.”
“Yeah, well, there’s actually a lot you don’t actually know about me actually, so...” You boop her nose with your free hand and shine a wide, stupid smile at her.
.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・。.
Once you get to your dorm room, Abby sits you down on her desk chair and covers you in one of her towels. She brings you her water bottle and nods to you, indicating a command: sip.
The only light in the room is her desk lamp, and it shines a warm and dusky yellow onto your face so Abby can see your puffy eyes and wine stained mouth in clear view. Abby contains herself as best she can. This is not the first time she’s caught herself staring at you, far from it; she turns her head away when you look up at her, keeping her composure, as always.
She takes a small rag and starts dabbing the makeup running down your face.
A sudden pang of guilt permeates your floating feeling. It sobers you up a bit, letting in the very feelings you were trying to avoid. As quickly as you were starry-eyed, swept up in Abby’s hold, you are washed over in a wave of grief, a twinge of pain piercing your heart.
“I’m sorry,” you say, straining your voice. “I’m a mess.”
“Don’t worry about it, seriously.” Her eyes focused everywhere but yours. She continues to dab your cheeks softly.
You huff, tears threatening to make their way out. You hiccup and take another sip. “I don’t want to go to bed,” you say. “Not yet.”
“That’s fine,” Abby says. She kneels at your feet now, unbuckling the tiny straps of your shoes delicately. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t-”
“Abby, please, can you look at me?”
The question came out more impatient and whiney than you planned. But Abby obliged, her hand resting on your ankle.
“Abby,” you say, shaking your head in defeat. “Abby, I screwed everything up tonight.”
“You didn’t screw anything up.”
“I did,” you insist. You place your hand on her face and she stays still, afraid to move or even breathe.
Then, Abby sighs, her eyes soft. “We can talk about it in the morning. I’m sure everything’s fine,” Abby says lightly, smiling at you.
She goes back to taking your shoes off.
“You were right about me, Abby,” you whisper. She looks up at you again and you don’t break eye contact. You tell her everything in those few words. You repeat, “You were right.”
Now, Abby stops what she’s doing and looks up. You see her in full. The light from behind consumes her in a shadow but it strengthens her definition and the fine edges of her face.
She moves her hand and clasps your wrist, the wrist that cups her own cheek.
She takes in your serious look and returns it with softness.
Finally, black tears come spilling down your face, but you don’t necessarily sob. You don’t close your eyes or keel over on the floor. Instead, your face is resolute and still, as though you are simply lost in thought. Eyes on Abby but somewhere else entirely.
“Hey,” Abby says. She instinctively pulls you in. “It’s okay.” Her arms wrap around your body, sheltering you with her own. She breathes you in, holding you tight while tears fall down your face and onto her shoulders. “It’s okay.”
You succumb to her embrace and let your body go a little limp. It’s a warmth you haven’t experienced in years. The room is spinning; you can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or the catharsis of being held by her. Either way, you breathe deep and shiver on the exhale, and, as if responding to you, Abby squeezes tighter. There’s no sense of urgency from Abby to end this embrace. It could go on forever, and you both would let it.
It was clear.
This is what it felt like to surrender to yourself, your burning heart linked inarguably to the fire in Abby’s. Pressed against each other like old friends, finally reuniting after being apart for too long, in an act of true intimacy.
All of the tension and anxiety you felt around her these last few months dissipates. You can’t even remember why it was really there to begin with. You tilt your head into her, smelling her, digging your face into her neck like a child.
When finally you pull back, Abby looks at you as if seeing you for the first time again. As if her eyes were divinely predisposed to not simply look at you but really see you.
.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・。.
This wasn’t a new sensation for Abby.
It had even become somewhat of a mindfulness practice to contain herself around you, if anything, which was a problem she’d never experienced before.
If December Abby could watch tonight’s spectacle, the irritated way she eavesdropped and the tenderness when she touched you, she would likely be mystified by this soft version of herself.
Her December self was far more regimented. Disciplined. Focused.
Especially during season, Abby had to excel.
You do what you need to do to get it done. Keep your head down. Study hard, lift harder.
This was her mindset, philosophy, way of life. Whatever you want to call it, she navigated it with steadfast conviction.
Her days were filled with routine. She woke up early and headed to the gym. Her protein shake waited in her bag after an hour or two of conditioning and her fifteen minute ice bath. She showered, and then she was onto her classes. Rugby practice lasted until early evenings most days. Then it was dinner and bed.
Weekends were almost her own; she spent most of her hours reading.
Distractions did come every so often in the form of girls. Who doesn’t need to be a little distracted sometimes?
They come and go. It’s never anything really serious. Abby had made peace with that. She preferred it, actually.
Abby wasn’t the type to force anything.
Her outlook was that if it was meant to happen, it would. She let it all fall into her lap.
Just like Gillian did, and Ally. And Mara.
She’d been told by her teammates that that’s what makes her “quite the magnet”. Girls always like the quiet thing, a friend once said, someone fierce on the field and tender in bed. Talented in both areas.
All of that, Abby very much knew, was a tad disingenuous on her end. She just wasn’t invested, so naturally there wasn’t much for her to say.
Get her laughing with an old friend, though, or anyone she’s really comfortable with, maybe when she’s drunk, and she becomes a talker. All silly and red in the face from giggling. It didn’t happen too often.
So, at first, it didn’t cross her mind to be concerned with you. You two would be good roommates, she thought. Maybe friends, if it happened naturally.
That was her rationale talking. Shower thoughts crammed her head not so long after she found you perusing her rugby trophies. She involuntarily assembled every view of you that she got from that brief introduction.
Abby pictured your cheeks and nose. They were still pink after coming in from the cold. And your hair was pulled back with strands windswept messily over your face. You looked like a storybook character, someone totally imagined, pulled from the page into real life.
And, there was something in the way you squirmed at the sight of her body. How your breath hitched when she bared her chest to you. It made something so completely obvious to her, but you seemed oblivious to it.
She couldn’t help but smile to herself like a fool while she thought it over. For fuck’s sake, Abby was grinning each time she turned away from you. She grinned all the way down the hallway on her walk to the showers.
You were intriguing to Abby. Undoubtedly.
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When she got back, you were sat down on the floor unpacking your clothes into small, wooden drawers.
Abby had her towel wrapped around her whole body. She nodded to you as a short re-greeting and searched through her closet. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a guitar case. She noted the stickers on it - some obscure bands, some random abstract art.
“You play?” She asked.
You looked up to what she was pointing at.
“I’m studying classical guitar.”
“Cool,” Abby responded absently. “You sing?”
“Uh, to myself. In the shower. Sometimes.”
“I’ll have to stop by for a concert.”
You laughed, shaking your head.
“What about you? What do you study?” You forced out. You knew you sucked at small talk, and, god, you were so fucking awkward it killed you sometimes. The words came out like sludge. Abby didn’t seem to notice, or, if she did, she didn’t let on.
“Marine biology,” she answered. “Actually, it’s ichthyology. I study fish.”
“Marine biology sounds way cooler.”
“Yeah. That’s what I usually tell people. Makes it seem like I don’t just stand around all day hunched over a microscope. People tend to envision me in a scuba suit taking photos of massive animals, like, a hundred feet deep in the ocean, so I let them.”
“I’m still impressed,” you said. “I was never good at science, but I love aquariums.”
“I love aquariums,” she agreed, earnestly.
You both looked up at each other then.
You were about to say something else, but Abby started drying herself off, revealing her body, muscular and lightly tan.
“Oh,” you blurted and turned sharply away from her. “I- sorry.”
Abby laughed, and asked, “Am I offending you?”
“No, no. Sorry. I didn’t realize you were doing that. I’m good, though. Let me know when you’re done.”
“I mean, we’re gonna be roommates ‘til June. This might be something you have to get over.”
“Yeah! No, I know,” you trip over yourself trying to explain. “You’re very…comfortable… being naked in front of strangers. I wasn’t expecting it.”
She chuckled at that. “I didn’t know I was in the presence of royalty.”
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
“You’re squeamish,” Abby pointed out. “You’ve never had a roommate before.”
She literally pointed her finger out at you, like she finally decided on your guilty verdict.
“Fine, you got me. My last dorm was a solo. I didn’t want you to think I’m some creep, okay? We met, like, an hour ago.”
Your voice went all high-pitched in a way you could never control when interrogated.
Abby stayed quiet for a moment, letting your words sit in the air as she grinned to herself and wrung out her hair.
“I definitely don’t think you’re a creep,” she said eventually. “A bit innocent, maybe…”
“I’m not in- ” You snapped, whipping your head around.
Abby stood tall and relaxed staring at you. She was fully clothed now, wearing a tight shirt and sweats. Her arms were bulging from the sleeves.
Something about her demeanor was sweet though, even with her “who me?” face. She wasn’t trying to be mean.
“Sorry, sorry,” Abby said. “You’re just very polite is all. Like a princess.”
You felt your face get hot. You turned away from her again and went back to organizing your stuff. Abby plopped on her bed indifferently and cracked open her book.
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An hour passed in complete silence. You worked away, slowly unraveling your belongings into neat separate storage units.
You thought about calling your mom. No. How many times will it take for you to remember that she only makes you feel worse? There was really no one else to call then. It’s fine, you reasoned. You understood well by now that self-reliance had its growing pains.
Every once and a while you snuck a quick glance at Abby. You didn’t mean to, of course. It was more to see what she was reading. You couldn’t look too long. It was almost like she knew exactly when you were doing it, like she could feel your eyes on her, and she would instinctively catch you in the act, only to recoil nonchalantly in her book as soon as she spotted you.
Eventually, you stood up on your bed to string fairy lights across the ceiling and stick your posters on the wall.
“Is that Janis Ian?” Abby asked, breaking the silence and startling you. You turned around. Abby’s face peaked above her book. You looked back at the poster.
“You know Janis Ian?”
“I think…” Abby says thoughtfully. And then she sang in a quick and quiet mumble, “I learned the truth at seventeen, that love was meant for beauty queens… right?”
You couldn’t help but beam a bit as you nodded a hesitant ‘yes’. She really didn’t look the type to start singing Janis Ian.
You turned to stick another poster up when Abby laughed aloud.
“What?”
“No, nothing, nothing,” she said, concealing a smile and hiding her head behind her book again.
You cocked your head at her. “What?”
“Nothing. I just didn’t realize that you were a 60 year old lesbian.”
The light on your face suddenly went dim. You scoffed and looked up at your wall. You had stuck a pink 1994 tour poster with the Indigo Girls posed casually on it.
“They’re all really great guitarists,” you said, plainly. “I grew up with their music.”
“You don’t have to defend yourself to me,” Abby said.
“They just happen to all be old lesbians, it doesn’t mean that I am one.”
“I’m not judging,” She said, and threw up her hands. “I fuck with it, really. Old school gay vibes. That’s awesome.”
“I’m not- ” You said, raising your eyebrows at her. “I’m not.”
“Okay,” Abby said. She was agreeing with you. Truthfully enough on paper, but you still couldn’t tell if she was fucking with you. “I got it.”
Abby tried to decipher something in your face, but you shot her a chiding stare and dropped down from your bed.
“I’m going for a walk.”
You felt Abby’s eyes following you as you left.
You walked around your dorm floor aimlessly until you reached an exit. It was the post-dinner lull of the night where some students were already in bed and some were already out.
Right or left, it didn’t matter where you went. You had no real idea of where you were anyways. All memories of touring the place weeks ago had flown from your head as soon as they’d entered. The ‘where’ of your transfer wasn’t the point at the time.
It didn’t matter. You walked to a bench a few blocks down and pulled out your pack of cigarettes. You only had them because they looked cool but always felt a little stupid every time you smoked one. They also came in handy when you needed one. Which you did.
You couldn’t put words to exactly what was bothering you about her.
She hadn’t said anything outright offensive. She was joking around.
Abby just seemed like someone who thought she knew everything about everything and everyone. Yes, that’s what it was. She was too confident in her own intellect. And far too proud of her body. It annoyed you. And, you weren’t looking for friends who put you on edge anymore. You weren’t interested in being tested.
Abby knew she was testing you, however clueless an act she put on for you.
It wasn’t something she did often. Not with strangers. At the very least not when she was sober.
It was something drunk Abby does at parties. The drinks go directly to her head thus emerging a butch Casanova who shamelessly flirts with straight girls.
“Straight.”
Not that the goal was to hook up with them necessarily. The thing is, Abby just had a little theory that everyone’s a little gay. Some people just try to hide it, if they can help it. And many people can succeed for a while. Unless the closet door were to be cracked ajar by an innocent, drunken conversation or two…
“Are all the rugby team fucking each other?” They’d ask. “Be honest.”
To which she’d respond: “Why, are you trying to join?”
Or, something like that.
She didn’t know why it was coming out around you on a random Monday evening. She felt weirdly invigorated.
You so quickly became imperative to her, though she tried to refrain from taking the feeling seriously. She couldn’t explain it to herself well enough, but it felt as though something new was beginning.
Everything about your demeanor said you wore your heart on your sleeve yet you acted like a closed book. It was obvious in the way you spoke, like you had some secret to hide and were aching to scream it. And there was something to your features. Starkly beautiful, that was obvious to Abby, but it was more than that. She felt she needed to see your face again and again to remember the details. Even in two conversations, she felt an urge to fix her gaze on you repeatedly.
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She feels the very same thing now. The absolutely fatal desire to look and look and look at you until she was acquainted with every feature.
Even with bitter sadness written across your face, you are gorgeous.
The light grazes your skin. Your hair still drips small water beads, and tears fall from the corners of your eyes like diamonds. You shake slightly in her arms.
You pull away, inches from Abby, breathing in her air.
“I don’t want to go to bed yet…” You say again, and the only thing you can hear is her breath and the buzzing in your ears.
Your faces are just inches away from one another. Abby’s blood pumps so hard she thinks you can hear it.
You tilt your head up to hers, lost in a trance.
How wonderful it would be, Abby thinks, to take your face in my hands and kiss you.
She wants to. God, and she’s wanted to. For longer than she’s willing to admit. But she retreats.
You look up at her with hungry, eager eyes.
Abby clears her throat.
“So, let’s not,” she says. You snap out of it. Your hungry eyes turn confused. Abby’s face changes per something that dawned on her.
“Let’s not go to bed, princess,” Abby says and grabs your hand. “I have an idea.”
Chapter 3
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