#yeah abby’s such a lucky woman

[leossmoonn]

Hey do you think you could write about like the reader having an attitude when she comes home from work and mikey fucks the attitude out of her?

18+ under the cut - includes: cut to sex scene, unprotected sex. abby is like at a friends house or smth so dw just bc she’s not mentioned doesn’t mean she’s in the house

this is actually the worst thing i ever wrote im sorry but this is all i could give

you slam the door shut once you get inside. you kick off your shoes rather roughly, practically throwing your keys on the coffee table. mike looks to you, a little taken aback by your demeanor. usually he’s the one coming home throwing things and stomping around. it’s not like you’re a happy-go-lucky person, but you’re not one to be this upset about something unless it’s really bad.

and honestly, you didn’t know what you were upset about. it just seemed like today was the worst day in your entire life. you’d woken up late, didn’t get to eat breakfast, had the worst lunch ever, your meetings at work were a waste of time, and traffic was bad. the list could truly go on. so you weren’t really in the mood to plant a smile on your face and pretend like you weren’t irritated.

“hey, how was work?” mike asks. “fine,” you huff, walking to your shared bedroom. you change out of your work clothes, feeling as though they were suffocating and uncomfortable all day.

mike stands up from the couch, following you. “are you sure it was fine?”

“yes, mike!” you shout. “can you just drop it?”

mike reaches out to touch your arm. “i just want to make sure you’re okay.”

you twist your arm out of his grip, feeling like every little thing could just set you off. “i said i’m fine.” you try to keep your cool, but you can feel anger bubbling up inside of you.

“you can talk to me, you know. i’m here for you.”

“i don’t want to talk!” you yell. “just leave me alone for fucks sake!”

mike blinks at you like you just killed somebody. “o-kay,” he says after a long pause. “sorry for checking up on you,” he mumbles.

you groan, “can you not play the self-pity, nice-guy card?”

“i’m not! this is genuinely how i feel! imagine if the roles were reversed. you’d be feeling pretty shitty, too, right?”

“no because i’d know to leave you alone,” you say matter-of-factly.

“well, i’m not going to leave you alone.”

“why?” you ask, ready to throw something.

“because i believe that you need to tell me what’s wrong so you can not have an attitude.”

“well, if you’re just going to pester me, then i’ll just leave.” you slip on a pair of slippers that are by your bed, grabbing a jacket and heading out of the bedroom.

“where are you going?” he asks. “anywhere but here!” you shout.

“you can’t just run away! you’re starting to act like me.”

“yeah, well, maybe i need to not be around you for a while, then!”

mike rolls his eyes at you, knowing you’re just saying all this because you’re mad at him for some reason. he knows he should’ve left you alone, but now the conversation has gone too deep for him to just give up.

as you put a hand on the door, mike grabs your wrist and yanks you back.

“let go, mike. i’m a grown woman and can do what i want.”

“which is precisely why you’re staying here.” he looks into your eyes, his brows furrowed with determination. his grip on you is tight, but not harmful. there are small beads of sweats lining his forehead and his cheeks are slightly flushed from becoming worked up. his eyes are wide and pupils blown out, meaning that he’s been thinking of you in some way in between your fight.

“make me,” you say lowly, in almost a whisper.

you’re on top of the kitchen counter now, sweatpants and panties scattered on the ground. mike’s shirt is somewhere in the living room along with his belt. his jeans are pooled around his legs as he leans against the counter. your nails are digging into his shoulders, head thrown back and rubbing against the cabinets. mike’s face is buried into your neck, pants and whimpers becoming muffled into your skin. his cock is throbbing inside of you as your walls clamp down around him.

“mike, oh! right there, yes!” you moan, your eyes rolling behind your eyelids. he’s balls deep inside of you as he hits that spot expertly.

“fuck, baby. you feel so good,” he mumbles into your shoulder. he can feel your heart thud in your chest as he presses up against you. the sweat on your bodies mix as he thrusts faster. you wrap your legs around his waist, seemingly pulling him in tighter, making him push deeper inside of you. your hands grip his hair as you feel yourself orgasm and you cry out his name.

you feel him come inside of you in hot spurts, coming to a complete stop as he finishes. you both groan as he slips out of you. he grabs a piece of paper towel and wipes up his cum that’s running down your leg.

you’re still huffing and puffing, savoring the feeling of the cold wood and granite on your back and legs. mike gives you a small smile and you lean down and kiss his cheek.

“not so stressed now, huh?” he remarks. you roll your eyes and punch his shoulder. “it’s just a coincidence.”

“mm, maybe i should try this next time then and see if it correlates,” he says.

“maybe you should.”

[andersonfilms]

OH MAMI!

𝜗℘ feat. established abby x reader with ellie williams!

warnings. eighteen+, first part here. slighty fem!reader, switch!abby, switch!reader, sub!ellie, anal sex.

palestine masterpost

ellie squirms, the seat more comfortable than last time but she doesn’t have the boost of adrenaline on her side. this is planned, the green-eyed girl finds herself on borrowed time, for how long abby will allow this, she’s not sure. there’s an uneasiness when she steps foot in the door, nerves eating her from the inside out but now it’s a distant memory. 

the thick of it is here and she welcomes it with open arms. somehow, she’s found herself lucky enough to be in this position. clearly, abby had quite an affliction for being watch, purely soaking through her soul. obsessively,  a part of her craves it. yet, she’d yet to see abby get fucked. ellie wonders if you enjoy that just as much. 

you have stripped her of the sports bra discarded on the carpeted floor, her tits bare and exposed as her thighs rubbed anxiously. solely clad in her boxers, fisted hands at her sides, ellie tries not to touch herself. abby had instructed her to do so and a punishment would be delivered if she didn’t hold up her end of the bargain. “c’mon baby, be a good girl and cum for me. mhm, want you all over my face.” 

for the second time tonight, abby has you reeling. making a mess of her and yourself, the thrash of your body as she allows you to become nothing but the pleasure she loves giving you. “mommy, fuck, feels s’good.” abby slurps at your pussy as if it’s her favorite drink, maybe it is. the obnoxious sounds she makes only pushes you through your orgasm, her pierced tongue tenaciously flicking your clit as she teases your other hole. 

letting you cool down, she kisses up your body, littering it with loving kissing. paying attention to your tits for a moment, leaving marks of her own possession over your chest, before she’s doing the same to your collarbones. swollen, pink lips claim yours, nearly shoving her tongue down your throat as she groans into your mouth. her hand slaps your cunt, fingers digging in a silver making you shudder at the mere action before she bites the earlobe before whispering, “s’my pussy, don’t you ever forget it.” she kisses you sweetly on the temple. strong hands rubbing soft patterns on your stomach, intentionally being careful with you after she had been so rough. 

“just sit here and be pretty for me, yeah? mommy will be right back.” in all her naked glory, her sweaty skin glistening, her abs clenching as she stands over ellie, her emerald eyes bugging as she gulps loudly. part of her really tries to keep her eyes on her face but her tits are right there. before she can divulge further south, abby crouches down and balances on the balls of her feet. “up.” abby commands and ellie immediately follows her lead. doing as she’s instructed, to her full height, her pussy eye level with abby’s darling face, the soft edges of her jaw accentuated by the moonlight. 

“should i taste her, baby?” abby turns to you, waiting for your answer. she’s not doing anything without your consent. always, she would prioritize you above all else. “mhm, just a little, not too much. still need to fuck mommy’s cunt. don’t leave me waiting long.  i’ll get jealous.” you roll over, your ass on display as you arch your back, using a hand to expose your cunt to her. 

“mhm, i know baby, just a taste.” abby turns to give her attention to ellie,  she slides her boxers down, biting her lip before she looks up at her. hooded eyes captivating her as abby spreads ellie’s lips apart and the smaller woman gasps. “f-fuck.” abby chuckles, before she licks a bold strip up her cunt, her velvet cunt flicking over clit a few times, before her finger sinks in for a moment just to tease, before removing it. 

“now, come here loser.” abby stand to her full height, easily towering over ellie. the domineering blonde pushes her to the bed. “touch my girl without my permission and i’ll cut your tongue out.” abby excuses herself while the two watch her plump ass as she does. only gone for a moment, before she returns with a vibrator in hand. 

“spread your legs, whore.” ellie immediately obeys, too desperate to cum. abby applies the vibrator to ellie’s cunt, applying pressure and thriving off the way ellie is already losing it. her body already fucking into the toy, but she won’t push it. it’s better than last time, she won’t push when she’s already been given so much. for once, abby feels generous, and she leans over ellie, sucking on her nipple, flicking her tongue over the sensitive bud before nipping at it slightly. 

she whines as abby presses the vibrator down a smidge, edging closer towards her asshole. quietly, her warm breath hits her ear sending a shiver down her spin, “now, i want you to cum while my girlfriend pounds my pussy.” abby rolls over, ass to her girlfriend, arching slightly as you kiss down her spin, licking a bold strip up her cunt. the strap is already secured on your hips, ready to slid right in. abby’s face towards ellie, with you sliding in with one thrust. 

“nghhh, baby—” you thrust again, sending a jolt to her body. already you have her groaning. “mommy loves feeling your cock inside me. love it when you fuck me like i’m your dirty whore, god, i’m fucking dripping for you. every single fucking drop is for you. mommy’s cum, s’all for you.” ellie whines out abby, as she focuses on her face. abby’s ass is fucking fat, it moves the harder you fuck her and ellie can see it from her. it’s difficult for her to focus on anything else. the delicious way abby arches her back even more, blonde waves cascading down her toned muscles, kissing her shoulder blades. 

“baby?” abby asks and you know she’s playing nice because she wants something, it’s the only time she does. “yeah, what is it mommy?” 

“can i, fuck, i know we said just a taste but i can i eat her out? my mouth doesn’t have anything to do.” abby whines, her free hand playing with ellie’s nipples tweaking at the bud as the auburn haired girl whines. “hm, only because you’re asking so nicely, but my finger gets to play with your ass in the process, yeah?” 

“fine, but no plugs this time.” you grin deliciously, getting exactly what you want. without warning, you spit on her cunt, your fingers smearing the spit on her puckered hole, abby’s body twitches as your finger teases one hold while you pound into another. “see, i know what you like, baby. now, suck on her clit while i fuck your asshole. m’kay?” she listens to you, grabbing the vibrator from ellie’s grip and still having it within reach as she manhandles ellie’s so her pussy is right in front of her. 

“say pineapple if it’s too much because if you don’t, gonna make you came at least three times on my tongue by the time i’m done, fucking slut.” abby wastes no time before burying her face in her cunt, nose nudging at her clit as she licks tenaciously as her slick. fuck, ellie is loud. her hips buck up to fuck abby’s face, riding against her tongue and abby lets her. she likes them eager, willing to cum as many times as abby wants. hell, she loses herself into her pussy. there’s nothing more she enjoys more, blissfully in between a pretty girl’s thighs. normally, she only settles for yours, this time she’s willing to make an exception for someone else. 

messily, she spits on her pussy, dipping her tongue into ellie’s pretty hole. she’s can’t stop fucking moaning, her stomach clenching, crying out for a release. abby loses focus for a moment when you give one hard thrust, sending her into submission for just a moment. you’re unrelenting pace has abby seeing stars, endless circles on her asshole as you tease her, but she’s stubborn. as if she’s trying to tease you, she shakes her ass as you fuck her, stubborn as ever but it only makes her moan louder. the slight bounce giving you an opportunity to slip in even further. 

“didn’t think that through, huh mommy?” you giggle manically as you slap her ass playfully, “take my fucking cock, all of it, but you better make her cum fast or you’re gonna be first.” abby knows there’s weight behind your words, so she uses her fingers along with your mouth. her middle and ring finger slips in with ease, her pace is slow at first while abby’s tongue plays with her clit, flicking over the treasured pearl before sucking it into her mouth. each time she rolls her tongue, ellie rolls her hips into her again. 

your pace picks up as promised so abby goes knuckle dip, curling her fingers in just right until she hears ellie cursing. “fuck, fuck, abby—” just when ellie thinks it can’t get any better she grabs the vibrator pulling her mouth off. as her fingers fuck you into another oblivion, abby presses the vibrator on ellie’s clit, dragging it into small circles. abby chuckles at the way her body twitches, thighs shaking, emerald eyes squinting shut “show me what a dirty fucking girl you are, yeah? be a fucking loser and cum for me. i knew you couldn’t even last longer than ten minutes, prove it. be my whore and fucking cum. give me what i fucking want. better give mommy what she wants, huh?” 

abby amps the intensity on the vibrator, her fingers fucking ellie at a pace she knew would have her seeing stars. “c’mon, don’t you want to coat your fingers in my cum?” 

“yes, yes, yes—” ellie chants, the pent up pressure in her stomach gets released. she opens her eyes just for a moment to see abby her lip tugged upwards, a wicked smirk on her face as she watches ellie cum. she feels the slick coat her fingers as she clenches around her fingers. “mommy…shit, right there.” it’s amusing — nearly gets her off. her head lazily on her thigh, as she watches her body writhe in pleasure, her freckled face twitches, eyebrows furrowed as she focuses in on her clit throbbing against the vibrator. although, the feeling doesn’t last very long. 

you’re possessive over abby and hearing mommy doesn’t go over too kindly. your finger grips her golden waves, pulling her towards you by the strands. “watch your tongue, ellie. i’m the only one who gets to call her mommy around here. got it?” as if abby was the one who’d done wrong, you slapped her ass, twice. “you, stop being greedy while i’m fucking your pussy or someone won’t get to cum.” 

“you call this fucking? can barely feel you, is that even your cock inside me or a microstrap in my pussy?” abby almost starts running her mouth again, but you pull her hair, hard. “think you're so big and strong, and you are mommy. you’re tall, hot, cocky piece of shit sometimes, but you’re also just a hole begging to be stuffed. i’m the only who gets fuck your pussy, you’d be good to remember that.” 

you use all the strength you can muster, bringing her up so abby’s back pressed against your chest. a hand crawling it’s way up her throat, squeezing lightly as she grunts. never for a moment do you stop fucking her, head laying against the crook in your neck. using the other hand, you pinch her pierced nipple between your fingers. the stainless steel barbell shifts and abby whines like a fucking whore. 

“my pretty baby likes her nipples to be played with, doesn’t she? so sensitive it’s almost pathetic.” you whisper in her ear, your breath hot as you do her three favorite things. 

“yes, please—” abby clenches her cunt around your cock. she begins to bounce, meeting your thrust as her eyes are shut closed. squinting, only focusing on the way you make her feel. “don’t stop.” 

“jus’ like that. yeah, does my baby wanna cum?” abby circles her hips, slamming her hips down, the base nudging against your slit. “mhm, s’all u want. want to cum all over your cock. will you let me? can mommy come for you? i’ll be good, i swear. whatever you want.” 

“then fucking cum.” you look in ellie’s eyes as she convulses, your arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her close as your hips raise, fucking her through your high. a final warning, call her mommy again and you’ll fucking regret it. 

abby isn’t the only one who is possessive over what’s rightfully hers.

[angelanderson]

HER ANGEL— ABBY ANDERSON (au!abby)

cw: kinda dumbification, dom!abby, sub!reader, r! + abby both receiving oral, r! fingered, dacryphilia, established relationship, lil fluff, pervy!abby-ish?! 1.6k words!! no y/n!! men/minors dni

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱──────────

it’s simple, really. abby loves control, you love to give her it. your lil arrangement is relaxing for you the both of you. so when she tells you she wants to have you all sweet, dumb, and floaty for her? you instantly agree. it feels so natural; abby loves to take care of you.

so it makes that you craved the comfort of your girlfriend in that way after your horrible day. your boss yelled at you for a mistake that wasn’t yours, you were late to class because of traffic, and you just felt so frustrated! and it’s only 3 pm!

abby knew what you needed the second she saw you all practically teary eyed when you walked into your shared apartment. you don’t say your usual excited comments the second you walk in n see her. so she’s all frowning and asking, “baby, what’s wrong? why is my angel looking all sad?”

“dumb stupid day. ‘m all upset now abby. don’t even wanna think anymore about it,” you whine out, kicking the ground.

and with that, abby will have you in her lap seconds later. it’s the first step to making you all pliable for her. you want you brain turned off? she can easily do that for you. after all, abby always knows best. at least that’s what she tells you. you’ll sit in silence until you start to squirm. then she knows it’s time for the final part of her plan.

she knows what you want— your puffy parted lips and glossy eyes are telling her all she needs to know. a soft whine escapes your lips as she slips two fingers into your mouth; just what you wanted. your lips wrap around her fingers before abby starts slowly pushing them in and out.

and just like that, you’re all fucked out for her. you’ll do anything for her when you’re like this. you know it, she knows it. abby almost feels guilty for all the ways she wants to ruin you when you’re like this. almost. but how can she help herself when her girl is just being oh so sweet for her? she can’t, honestly.

abby lets you suck on her fingers for a few more moments while she decides what she wants to do to you today. she decides having you use your mouth on her is the most fitting. after all, you have the biggest oral fixation known to man when you’re like this. your girlfriend thinks it really would be a shame if she didn’t help you with that, wouldn’t it be?

you start to slowly stir as she speaks to you. she’s rubbing her other thumb around your chin now. “wanna be my little angel today? why don’t you get on your knees and let me use that pretty little mouth of yours, yeah?”

the speed at which you nod is almost dizzying. the speed at which you get on your knees in front of her probably bruises you. but it doesn’t matter. you’d love nothing more than to make abby feel good. she’s the only thought in your head when she has you like this.

thoughts too jumbled, you let out a soft whine as you grab at her right pant leg. all you want is just her pants off. your biggest issue at the moment is your brain feels too fuzzy to do it yourself. the fact you’re not eating her out right now almost has you in tears.

abby immediately understands what you’re getting it. she just has so much sympathy for her poor poor girlfriend. your brain clearly is too stupid with the idea of her eating her out! lucky for you, she loves when you rely on her.

she wipes the tears that have now started to leak out of your eyes. she won’t deny how much she’s getting off on this, and her boxers can prove it. “my silly girl, you need help, don’t you? haven’t even fucked you and you’re all dumbed out for me,” the last part she more so whispers to herself.

you can only try to babble a response. your head goes immediately blank as you watch the buff woman’s muscles flex as she peels off her pants and underwear. you won’t even let her get a word in before your mouth is attached to her clit. her moans only fuel the fire in your lower belly as you swirl your tongue just as she likes it.

slick is starting to cover your mouth and nose as you feverishly eat her out. you can’t get enough of the way your mouth feels against her. you can tell abby feels the same by the way her moans are getting louder by the second. she’s close to the edge now.

your tongue slowly starts to do her favorite thing: fuck her opening. both of your moans start to get louder again. her hands are suddenly grabbing your hair, pulling you down, and making you let her grind against your tongue. she’s chasing her impending orgasm by using you.

she’s seeing stars as she cums against your tongue. your girlfriend doesn’t like messes so you lick it all up. a few more kitten licks in, she pulls you up by the chin due to overstimulation. you both pant as you collect yourselves.

abby is the first to speak up. “what a good fucking girl you all. you really are my little angel. so sweet for letting me use you to get off. let me eat you out just to show you how grateful i am,” she coos. she always makes sure to play to your praise kink.

heat suddenly flushes your face as you catch up to what she’s saying. all you can do is babble your want incoherently. abby chuckles before effortlessly picking you up to place on the sofa. she can’t have her girl all uncomfortable while she fucks you. not like you have enough thoughts right now to care, nor think about that anyways.

your dress is off of you in one motion, then your underwear. abby isn’t taking anytime to tease you today after being her angelic, dumb girl. the bruising grip she now has on your hips has you suddenly even more wet. her hands quickly peel your legs apart as you almost start to whine in impatience. even with her no teasing today it still feels too slow somehow.

the loudest pleasurable gasp leaves your lips as her mouth suddenly attaches to your clit. her tongue is making circles around your bud, making you gush more. you think about how you’re not sure how much better it could get than this. at least, until abby starts to circle your hole with a finger. she knows this is your favorite way to cum.

your body starts to shake in pleasure as she starts to fuck her finger in an out of you. you can’t decide which action feels better. all you care about is the high you’re trying to chase. you try to buck your legs to get her mouth closer, which was a mistake.

“i know you’re dumb, but didn’t think you were this dumb. you know good girls take what they get, don’t you? i’ll let it slide this time since i know you’re just too pussy drunk,” she says forces your thighs down.

“f-fuck! i’m so sorry. promise!” you cry out in reply. you apologize again for good measure, even while knowing you don’t have to, “i swear! i’ll be good abby!”

she hums in approval before going back to fucking you. now adding another finger, her fingers start to hit that spongy spot inside of you that has you squirming in pleasure. you’re absolutely sure this is what heaven feels like. the combination on her tongue and fingers have you so close to the edge of your orgasm.

abby picks up the pace as she picks up on the fact you’re about to cum. her fingers curl into you at an unrelenting pace and her mouth starts to move faster against your bud. all you can do is moan in response to her saying ‘uh huh’, ‘feel good baby’, and ‘good girl, taking it so well for me’.

it takes is five more strokes before you’re screaming out her name as your orgasm rips through you. it feels like a never ending wave of pleasure as abby talks you through it. all you can see are stars in your mind. you’re not sure you’ll be able to walk straight after this, so it’s safe to say you’ve forgotten about your previously shitty day now.

and just as quickly as it starts, it ends. abby has you scooped up the second your orgasm rips through you. she pulls the previously discarded blanket over the both you as she moves to cuddle you on the sofa. you stay burrowed in her arms for five minutes while you come down from you’d high. abby repeats soft praises to as you start to come to again.

you look up at your smiling girlfriend as you start to slowly open your eyes. “my best girl, there you are. can i get a washcloth and some water really quick? promise i’ll make it back before your pretty little head is filled with thoughts once again,” she teases you, but you’re still too fucked dumb to realize it.

words still feel too heavy, so you shyly nod in reply. you know abby will always take care of you. especially on days like this where all you need is to forget everything for a little. she leaves you with a kiss on the forehead, more promises to come back shortly, and a few more praises.

woohoo! hope y’all loved this one as much as i loved writing it!!! :-) if u enjoy this lil abby fic a reblog would be cool! support ur local hot girls/gay tlou writers!!! <3

(not super edited u guys already know the drill i don’t like rereading my stuff more than once lol)

[ravibuckleydiaz]

Eddie and Brad bond over Brad having an estranged son. He tells Eddie the longer he stayed away the bigger the distance got and it’s his biggest regret. So Eddie decides to go to Texas to be with Chris and convince him to come back home. Buck and Eddie maybe fight about it, Buck offers to go but Eddie says no I gotta do this on my own. We get a parallel to Buck and Abby at the airport with Buck and Eddie and Buck is like you got this. Get your son back. I’ll be here waiting. Buck gets a feelings realization but doesn’t act on it and lets Eddie go.

So with 8x09 being the episode when we come back, it’s actually a flashback to what happened when Eddie went to Texas (which is why it was already filmed because it was supposed to take place right after 8x08.) Basically while Eddie is in Texas he talks with Chris and Chris is like I don’t want another mom ever. I don’t want you dating ever. No one can replace mom. All I need is you and Buck. And Eddie’s like well damn there goes my love life. But while he’s in Texas Buck keeps being brought up by Chris maybe even the parents like “yeah he sure talks about Buck a lot. You’re really lucky to have a best friend that treats Chris like his own.” And basically stuff starts clicking for eddie. Like oh Chris doesn’t want another mom. And he said Buck is enough. So wheels start turning for Eddie maybe he even talks to his dad about it. So basically while he’s in Texas for these few months he realizes his feelings for Buck. He tells Chris and Chris is like well duh. And Chris is probably estatic like thank god I never have to see you with a woman again. So then at the end of the episode he decides he’s going to go back to LA alone and tell Buck how he feels while Chris finishes the school year in Texas and then Chris will come back when it’s over.

So we think yay Buddie canon Eddie is gonna tell Buck how he feels and they’re gonna be in love right? However when 8x10 starts and Eddie comes back, Buck has been #LetBuckFucking all over town while Eddie was gone so when Eddie comes back to tell Buck how he feels he finds Buck either going on dates or on a date or talking about dates etc so Eddie is like wtf and then bottles it in and doesn’t tell him. Typical case of wrong timing like for Ross/Rachel and Jim/Pam etc. So now we know Eddie is pining. This will go on for a couple of episodes which is when we get the great Buddie fight of mostly Eddie’s secret feelings coming to a peak because of Buck fucking around town and Eddie can’t take it anymore and it leads to Eddie yelling “YOU SAID YOU WOULD WAIT FOR ME!” And Buck is like ??? That’s when they’re both arguing and Buck is like why are you so upset and eddie is like “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” And Buck is too stunned to speak bc he thought Eddie was never really an option and so he’s just like “…you love me?” And Eddie’s out of breath like “…yeah.”

[strgrlxox]

red velvet.

ꗃ don't ask, idk what this is or where it came from either ❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ i fucking love that picture also ^ lmao?? ꗃ

abby was always the one who liked to go slow. if you ever asked, she’d say it’s because she wanted to take her time and appreciate her girls. but today, she didn’t know if she had it in her to bask in her leisure. on special days like these, in the event of one of her girl's accomplishments or milestones…the hunger she felt for your bodies transcended her desire to go slow. it turned her into an impatient woman whose only goal was to please and reward. not that you could blame her, having ellie shivering and sobbing under you was certainly a sight to see.

how you fucking loved birthdays.

“you’re so pretty when you cum, baby.” you lean down to kiss at ellie’s thigh while you let her come down from her third high of the night. she could take more, you knew she could. she laughs, chest heaving while her hands travel down to pull up to her. she kisses you, her desperation leaking from her own feral mouth into your own. she still tastes like that red velvet cake she’d eaten earlier. needy tastes so good on her. 

“look at our girl…all pent up and needy for us.” abby has said things of this nature during sex before, but normally she was never speaking to you. “bet you can barely think of anything except us, isn’t that right?” 

“yeah, making me feel so good.” she rushes out, somehow despite her weak muscles she manages to sit up. you almost wanted to laugh, ellie has teased you endlessly for behaving similarly. laughing at you when you’ve been taking them for so long you forget everything but their names. but you refrain, it’s her special day after all.

you look at abby and she fucking beams. “ellie’s always so good to us, isn’t she? don’t you think so, baby?”

you nod, whining at your sinful memories. ones where she’d let you ride her tongue or you’d be lucky enough that she’d ride yours. “always fucks me so good.”

it takes everything in you not to pin her down lap at her clit until she comes again when you hear the groan she lets out at your words.

“please, abby. wanna come again.” ellie whines and you think she looks so pretty like this, so far gone.

“god, when’d you get so fucking desperate?” abby’s legs are spread, giving you a perfect view of her pussy. you can’t help it, your mouth waters at the sight of her. you watch as she begins to play with her swollen clit, jaw tightening in thought. “okay, birthday girl. wanna watch you taste her while i fuck you, okay?”

ellie nods, so very eager. you climb up to her, kissing her cheek before straddling her face. “happy birthday, ells.”

[elsweetheart]

DOM ABBY got me in the subby TRENCHES 😭 i need her to be a periodical re-occuring appearance or i might start frothing at the mouth more than i already am

please cause u KNOW 24/7 dom abby more than likely a stone top too. imagine reader making little jokes like “i could top you 🤨” and getting all cheeky as they say. so much sass despite her head probably being less than or equal to the circumference of abby’s bicep NO ONE BOTHER ME I AM 😞 in despair that this woman is not my woman and living in the same plane of existence as me its a sad day indeed

oh i feel u !!!!!!!!

abby is such an immovable force tht you would literally be sat on her lap pretending to box her in the face saying “listen abs i could fight you… if i wanted to. you’re lucky i like you because i’d win the fight.” and she’s just sat there with her hands on your hips like “uh-huh?” and she’s not giving u a reaction so u keep going “mhm. you know i’m actually stronger than you right?” this one actually gets her to smirk, before she’s lifting her hips under you casually lifting your weight without using her hands as she’s sat on the chair. you get flustered of course, because not only did she prove you wrong but now she’s turning you on ???

you clear your throat, trying one last time. “i could take you.” but it comes out meek and pathetic. she leans forward, lips curled upwards, her eyes on your own mouth.

“yeah baby, i know you can take me.”

and suddenly u don’t wanna fight her anymore ??? hmm …

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I think what I need right now is a story where a bunch of women, queer people, poc, and allies defeat a bunch of asshole white guys 😭😭

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FUCK YEAH! Again, skipping the queue for all election despair related inboxes as you are so very valid.

96 for 🧟‍♀️:

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“We’re not sure,” Bobby says.

“They made it sound like there was more of them,” Athena adds. 

“It’s good that you’re back,” Bobby tells him. “We need all the manpower we can get."

“What’s the plan for if the wannabe warlords come back?” Eddie asks. 

Well, this is Karen’s moment. 

She steps forward. “I think we can blow them up.”

Everyone looks at her sort of blankly. Everyone except the red headed stranger. She just smirks. 

“Oh, I like you,” she says. “How can I help?”

▪️▪️▪️

Karen explaining what she and Maddie have been working on is interrupted by an honestly tearful reunion between Christopher and his mother. 

When Hen brings Chris down to the foyer, he practically shrieks with joy when he sees her. Shannon. That’s how she introduces herself. When Shannon sees Chris, hears him call for her, she breaks into a sprint. She lifts him into her arms and squeezes him, crying. 

It chokes Karen up. She has to find Hen and hold onto her arm. She can only imagine what it would have been like for this woman. She doesn’t know Shannon and Eddie’s story at all, but she has to assume there’s a fairly high chance she spent the better part of a year believing her child was dead. Karen isn’t sure what that would do to her. Psychologically. She thinks it would mess her up really badly. 

All the more reason to incinerate these fuckers that would take her boy. 

Shannon spends some time alone with Christopher while Abby and the other woman, Taylor, explain their situation. A household of women killing zombies and protecting other women against men taking advantage of anarchy? Sounds pretty awesome. And sort of gay? But Karen won’t linger too much on that point. 

“So you just happened to run into Buck and Eddie?” Chim asks. “Like conveniently out of the blue?”

Buck and Eddie exchange a look. Eddie’s cheeks get a little red. What the hell happened there? 

“Yep,” Eddie answers. “Pretty random. We’re lucky.”

“I bet that was a surprise for you, eh, Abby?” Chim continues. 

“Oh, you have no idea,” Abby replies. 

There’s a story there. When Karen has more time and less impending doom, she will be nosy. Really nosy.

▪️▪️▪️

Eventually, there is nothing for Karen to do but return to her work while the others talk. Maddie joins her after a few minutes, and a few minutes after that, Buck barges into the room where they’re working. 

“Hi, Buck,” Karen says. “You keep bringing people back and we’re going to run out of space eventually. We’ll need to build some bunk houses.”

“Ha,” Buck laughs weekly. “Well, I don’t think anyone but Eddie and Chris want to stay, but… Actually… Maddie, can we talk?”

“Of course,” Maddie says. “Can it wait until we finish working, or do you need me right now?”

“Uh, can I talk while you work?” Buck asks. 

Karen gives him a look. “Because you’re never distracting?”

“Okay, I made you mix up the seeds one time,” Buck defends. 

“That was gardening. This is explosives,” Karen points out. 

“And, uh, this is sort of an explosive revelation I’ve had, so…”

Maddie and Karen exchange a look.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” Maddie says.

“Better be good, though,” Karen warns. 

Buck sighs. “Okay. I… Well, see… Eddie and I had a lot of time to talk, driving and then walking around Los Angeles.”

“Okay?” Maddie asks. “You made a friend?”

“Uh… Not quite just that.”

Karen’s jaw drops. “Shut up.” 

“Wait,” Maddie narrows her eyes, processing. “What?”

“We…” Buck taps his foot nervously. 

Karen grins. “I had a feeling about you.”

“A feeling?” Maddie asks. “What feeling?”

“Eddie and I sort of hooked up,” Buck explains.

Karen holds back a little excited squeak. She’s gotten to know Buck pretty well over the past months. All the wonderful and baffling things about him. 

[abbysbraids]

Head over heels part 2

Note: this isn’t my best writing but I have to the people what they want , should I add smut in the next part ???

Days after meeting the girls of your dreams you couldn’t stop thinking about her , you needed to see her again your , how could you fall for her not even knowing her name , how could you find her ?

Deciding to take action you get up from bed to find her maybe she’s close to you ? Picking the clothes off the floor and put on some and heading out the door , heading to the coffee shop until you notice her siting in the cafe, can’t help but admire her she’s the most gorgeous woman you’ve seen , she saw you admiring her , a small smerk appear slowly getting up to approach you “ hi pretty girl “ shes so much hotter than you remember looking at her muscles you just want to bite them “ hi remember me “ feeling a boost of confidence “ of course I do how could forget a girl like you “ you feel yourself blushing hard putting your hand in you face in embarrassment “ don’t hide from me sweetheart it’s cute when you get embarrassed “

feeing your shyness take over you

“ what’s you name or should I just call you princess “

“ it’s y/n how about you “ you say

“Abby “ saying it with a sultry voice feeling your knew almost buckle

“ can I have your number “ holy shit did she just ask for you number you could faint “ yeah sure here “

Picking up a random paper and writing your number and handing it to her , watching as her big hands grab the paper it looks small in her hands , she chuckled noticing you stare at her hand “ something on your mind there princess” you snap out of it immediately “ no sorry I just can’t help it , your so fucking hot “ her checks get red laughing in a nerdy cute laugh “thanks y/n I appreciate it “ you smile hard your already in head over heels for her “ how about a library date tomorrow 7 you free? “ hearing her exited squeal makes your heart happy “ I would love too” she smiled showing a bit of her teeth “ how about we get some ice cream “ she says in a confidence voice “ let’s go abby “

you just walk and talk about your life , you found out her dad died at the age 17 she meant the world to him “ shit I’m so sorry Abby you shouldn’t have to go through that “

“ thank you , you know he would have loved you , you kinda reminded me of him “ you stop walking to hug her , leaning her chin on your shoulders kissing her cheek “ he would be so proud of you “ you can see a tear form in her eyes , wiping it always “ he told me that a lot , made sure I never forgot it I’m such a loser for crying I’m sorry “

Inviting her into your embrace not wanting to let her go “ it’s okay silly I love that about you , your so open about your feelings, how about we go to my place I’ll make you some tea and we can chat how does that sound abs”

she chuckled lightly “ amazing let’s go where your place “ waking for a short time you made it your place its a nice apartment , talking your keys out to open your door , guiding Abby to head inside, she looks around eye wide “ it’s so beautiful wow “

“ thanks i decarcerated it myself , sit down I’m gonna grab some snacks “

Hanging her jacket on you front door , you end up falling asleep on the couch she gets a blanket and cover you up wondering how lucky she is to have Meet you .

Playlist🎀

Pink+white-Frank ocean

In the morning- rocco

A big brown dog named bagel-Nep

Moon song -pheobe bridegers

Bags -clairo

( you) on my arms - leith Ross

Kingston-Faye Webster

Beautiful stranger- laufey

20191009 I like her - mac demarco

[cottoncandytomu]

Omg you got me obsessed with dark Abby too OML

Heheheehehe welcome to the darkside~

Dark! Abby Anderson x Reader up ahead 🫡🫡

NEW DARK! ABBY X F!READER HERE

BUT LISTEN Dark! Abby is EVERYTHING!!

(18+ Minors + Ageless Accounts (pls just put age in bio I beg) DO NOT INTERACT!! Cursing, Dark/Violent Themes ofc - also slight bullying towards Abby FOR THE PLOT I WOULD NEVERRRRR. If you call lightly skimming as proofreading then it was uhh semi- proofread )

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She is always finding a way to stick by your side, never letting you go on patrol alone because she can't trust anyone to watch over you the way she can. There was a time when they tried to put you on patrol with someone other than her and she may or may not have threatened a few people to get on that patrol as well.

"Abby! I didn't think you were on this patrol with me."

Your eyes lit up at the mere sight of her and she swore her heart stopped for a second, "Yeah, the other soldier couldn't make it so I took their place."

Abby's thoughts wandered as she remembered how she got to this point~

-

Lucas was eagerly walking to start his patrol for the day, he got word that he was going to be on with a certain girl he's had his eye on ever since he recently joined the WLF. He was talking it up to a friend of his, George, on the way to the front.

"You'll never guess who they got me paired with." A sly grin forming on his face.

"You're right I wont, who the hell is it?"

"Remember the hot girl who's around the stadium?"

"That's helpful. C'mon man be more specific!" George complains.

Lucas rolls his eyes, "The one who always has that overly brolic woman watching over her like a freak."

"Oh~ I know exactly who you're talking about now, you're treading in some dangerous territory. Abby isn't one to be fucked with."

Lucas scoffs, "What would she really do anyway, plus she isn't on this patrol with her like she usually is."

"Fuck, that never usually happens, I'd say you're a lucky man but this is Abby we're talking about. I know you've heard the rumors." George shivers at the thought of crossing her path.

Lucas scoffs, "And that's exactly what they are, rumors."

"Good luck with that then, anyways I gotta go. See ya around!" George doesn't wait for Lucas to say his goodbyes and goes his own way. As he's walking down the side of the stadium he forcefully gets pulled into a secluded area.

"What the fuck?!" He yells ready to go after the person who grabbed him until he collides with a broad chest, looking up into the eyes of the aggressor his words get caught in his throat.

"Hello Lucas~" Abby smirks at him.

Lucas still in shock doesn't say anything else so Abby continues, "Nice conversation you just had, brolic was alright but I can assure you that freak doesn't cover half of it. Maybe I should educate you a bit on those rumors you seem to not be so familiar with."

Abby emerges from the secluded area, smoothing over her bright red knuckles she continues down to the armory to sign out for her newly found patrol. As she enters through the gate she sees you finishing you sign up.~

-

Abby's thought is cut short when she feels your hand touch hers, electricity runs through her hand and up her arm, her eyes are instantly on yours.

"Are you okay Abby? You were dazed there for a second."

Abby lets out a soft smile at your concern towards her, she nods. "Just thinking, c'mon lets finish getting our gear and head out."

Abby takes your arm in hers leading the way.

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OKAY OKAY I MAY HAVE WROTE A LIL' TOO MUCH THAN I WANTED SKFHSDFJKH

There will definitely be more Dark! Abby coming so stay tuned my beauties~

As always thank you for reading and I got much more fics I'm working on, lets hope I don't overload myself ahahaaaaaa~

Feedback is always appreciated, BAII~

=^.^= ~

[lenoraah]

𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.𝘵𝘸𝘰

pairing - marcus armstrong x wisconsin!reader

summary - reader was a pageant winner from two to eighteen before going to college to public speaking and becoming one of motorsport’s biggest content creators, interviewers and change makers. she and marcus have been dating for six months and she’s finally decided to bring him home to wisconsin for her eldest sister’s wedding

a/n - reader has several siblings, Abagail (27), Elijah (25), reader (22), Parker (17) and Shiloh (17). I wanted this to be written like short 300 word parts (like headcannons) but apparently I can’t write an imagine with short parts so probably this will be written into separate imagines. So this will be part.2 and. Also, not proof read. Also, I stressed so much over this so it’s probably shit. Sorry :)

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family dinner-

“So Marcus, how’s life with my baby sister?” The bride-to-be asks while making a pouty face at Y/n.

“Abby stop it,” The y/h/c whines and flings a spoonful of mash potatoes at her older sister’s plate.

“A living hell right?” Elijah grins and wiggles his eyebrows at Marcus.

The brunette can only stifle a laugh as Y/n throws a cut up piece of chicken at her brother. She scowls at him as Y/n/n scolds the two of them.

“Yeah, ‘Lijah. Stop acting like a toddler.” Y/n teases her older and smirks only to have a piece of a dinner roll thrown at her head.

The y/h/c girl slowly turns her head to the side to see her younger sister grinning with her hand mid air.

Before Y/m/n can do anything Shiloh and Y/n toss pieces of their dinner at each other and the three siblings look at each other before shrugging and joining in.

“Guys stop it,” Y/m/n scolds once again and elbows her husband who is mindlessly shoving food in his mouth. “Y/d/n, help me out here.”

“Yeah, guys listen to your mother.”

Y/m/n sighs and smacks her husband’s head as she watching a her five children throw food around.

Y/n laughs uncontrollably as Abagail, Shiloh and her team up against the boys, flinging spoonfuls of mash potatoes at each other.

Marcus and Ravi, Abagail’s fiancé, share a look before also breaking out in laughter.

The two can’t even begin to express how lucky their were to find such smart and humorous and loving woman and be in a relationship with them.

The two keep watching the fight unfold as the siblings’ parents keep eating and sighs, well only their mother.

“Parker stop it! Don’t aim for my shirt, I just got it last week.” Shiloh half whines as she throws a piece of cabbage at her twin brother’s head.

“Too bad,” Parker laughs in return as he flings a bread roll at Shiloh’s head.

Y/n laughs and throws a spoonful of tomato sauce at Elijah who just in time dodges it, the sauce splattering all over Marcus’s shirt.

And just like that the pity food fight between the siblings stop and everyone slowly turn their heads to face Marcus.

Y/n is the first to break the silence with her laughter. Y/m/n can’t even open her mouth and scold her children as they all break out into laughter, apologizing over and over again.

“I’m so sorry honey,” Y/n says in between laughter as she places a hand on Marcus’s shirt.

“It’s a first and a tradition,” Ravi grins at Marcus who returns the smile as he pats Y/n head who is currently laughing into her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“How about he gets changed?” Y/m/n asks skeptically with a raise of her eyebrow.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Marcus gets up from his seat and excuses himself before he starts walking up the stairs.

“I’ll help,” Y/n runs after him.

“Uh huh, sure.”

[saintyveningstar]

Eine Alpensinfonie, Op. 64: II. Sonnenaufgang

The teen twirled the end around her finger idly, similar to the way a cat would. "Hey, Mommy?"

"Yes, baby?"

Judah leans back slightly, looking her mother in the eyes, "Can you do my hair, too?" the end of Abby's braid was still between her fingers.

"Why, of course I can, Jude!" She replied, smiling softly at her. Judah smiled back, and it was like looking in a mirror. Freckles dusted the teens cheeks, dimples that graced her face whenever she moved her mouth, long dirty blonde eyelashes, full pink lips.

Abby stared into her eyes, marveling at the smaller blonde girl.

Judah giggled, "What?"

"Oh, nothing." Abby smirked, reaching the bottom of the stairs now. "You're just lucky you're a cutie like me, and don't have your dad's ugly mug."

Or:

Abby braids her daughter's hair and brushes her sons before school

 

     Abby is up long before anyone, getting ready for work at her own pace. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to do a bit more waking up before she got Judah up for school.

Abby brushed her hair out gently, then she bit down on the pony tail holder so that she wouldn't lose it while she braided her hair. It was a slow, precise process, though it didn't take long. Abby'd had going on three decades of practice, it was like muscle memory now.

Once she finished, it was time for Judah and Absalem to be getting up.

She walked upstairs to her daughters room, opening the door quietly, and turning on the lamp, much like the previous night.

Judah was not a morning person, by any means, which means that her mom has to be her industrial sized human alarm clock every morning. Abby delivers a minor shake to her shoulder, and her daughter whines. "Five more minutes." weakly swatting Abigail's hand away. Abby responded by delivering a firm slap to Judah's little fingers, not hard, it didn't hurt at all.

"No, Doll." she sighed fondly, "I gave you five more minutes five minutes ago, It's time to get up now."

Strangely enough, the lie always seems to work. Judah sits up, wiping the sleep out of her eyes and stretching her limbs out.

"I'm gonna pick you up and carry you if you don't start moving a little faster now, Ju." Abby says, giving the teen a pointed look.

Judah whimpers, "No .." but Abby sees the little smile she tried to hide, and goes right in to pick her up like a toddler. Jude wraps her legs around the woman's middle and her arms around her neck, snuggling up to her."Hi, Mommy." she whispered, the smile apparent in her voice.

"Hi, darling. What, you're awake now?" Abby chuckles.

"Yeah."

"You just wanted me to carry you, sneaky."

"Not so sneaky, cause you figured it out."

"I figure everything out."

"Yeah, Mommy, I know. The no secrets rule is for our sake, not yours." Abby begins to descend the stairs, slowly but surely, so as to not drop Judah.

"It is for my sake, Jude." Abby says, "It saves the trouble of having to figure it out, obviously. I don't have to lift a finger, if I have the answer already." and she laughs as she thinks of something.

"Next time, I'm just gonna start singin' 'Na, Na, Na, NaNaNa Na, Hey Jude' In your ear until you get up."

"God, please. No. I'll just get up for school."

"We'll see about that, same time tomorrow."

Judah hummed, taking her hand and reaching for Abby's braid. "Am I heavy?"

Abby huffed a laugh, scoffing, "Not at all, kiddo."

The teen twirled the end around her finger idly, similar to the way a cat would. "Hey, Mommy?"

"Yes, baby?"

Judah leans back slightly, looking her mother in the eyes, "Can you do my hair, too?" the end of Abby's braid was still between her fingers.

"Why, of course I can, Jude!" She replied, smiling softly at her. Judah smiled back, and it was like looking in a mirror. Freckles dusted the teens cheeks, dimples that graced her face whenever she moved her mouth, long dirty blonde eyelashes, full pink lips.

Abby stared into her eyes, marveling at the smaller blonde girl.

Judah giggled, "What?"

"Oh, nothing." Abby smirked, reaching the bottom of the stairs now. "You're just lucky you're a cutie like me, and don't have your dad's ugly mug."

"He was your boyfriend, Mommy."

"I wouldn't say boyfriend." She laughed. "I mistook him for the hot lesbian bouncer at the club, fuckin' bite me."

Ellie interrupted, leaning against the wall. "It's funny that you think you're cute, Abigail."

"You married me, Ellie!" Her eyebrows shot up, a wide smile on her face. "And besides, if you think I'm ugly, you think your daughter's ugly. Is that what you think?"

Judah cut in, "Hmm, I don't know? I always thought I looked more like mama." she said, giving Ellie a high five.

"That's my girl." Ellie said.

"Do you want to get down, Judas?" Abby threatened, "Cause I can really drop you, if that's what you want?" she demonstrated by slowly loosening her hold on her.

Judah whined playfully, "No, wait!"

"Yeah, I fuckin' thought so." Abby said, hoisting her back up, "What would you two do with out me, Ellie's not even strong enough to carry you!"

"Hey!" Mama said, waving her arms around and following behind Abby to the bedroom. "Muscle for brains! She's fifteen! No one in their right mind can do that but you."

"Yeah, she's fifteen, but you guys are the same size. Interesting." Abby turned around and opened the door with her back, and when they got into the room Abby threw her on the bed, making Judah giggle.

"I'm gonna get the hair stuff, m'kay?" She asked, nodding and looking Judah in the eyes, "Go sit at the dresser."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Good." Abby said, turning around towards the attached bathroom and retrieving the spray bottle, brush, gel, and curl cream.

Her daughter's hair was unique. She didn't have waves like Abby, but curls like Owen. Of course, you couldn't tell if he didn't let his hair grow out. Judah's curls were just past her shoulders, as she liked to keep it short.

The blonde walked back over to see Judah where she'd instructed her to sit. Immediately, Abby got to work, taking out the hair tie and undoing the braid her daughter put it in to sleep.

Abby massaged her scalp, and saw Judah's eyes roll back in her head in the mirror. Abby laughed, "Cut it out, silly."

"It feels nice, bite me."

"I would be a little nicer to the woman who cuts your hair, and it's lookin' a little like you might need a trim soon ..." Abby narrowed her eyes, still smiling.

"Sorry, Mommy."

"I accept." Abby began wetting the hair, and brushing through it. "But, you might actually need a trim soon."

"Don't cut my hair off!"

"I'm not!" She defended, "Look at it yourself, look at the ends. It's been six months already, you need a hair cut!"

"Fine." Judah pouted.

Abby applied the curl cream, "And how do you want it? Braid or pony?"

"Braid, please."

"Do you want a side part, or do you want it all back like mine?"

"Side part."

"Alright." Abby said, parting the hair and applying gel, "Do you want me to leave some pieces out?"

"Yeah, by my ears, please."

Abby focused on braiding the hair, "Be still, Ju. You can't watch me, look down."

Judah pouted again as she let Abby finish, and eventually the mother sealed the braid off with a ponytail holder and twirled the end around her finger, giving the curl more shape. "Do you want a ribbon on the end?"

Judah nodded, picking the color she wanted, white, and handing it to Abby, who was happy to tie a bow around the end of her hair. Abby leaned down and peppered kisses on her daughters face, "Look at you, gorgeous. You should ask me to do your hair more often, you finally look like you have parents at home who love and care about you!"

"Ha Ha, Mommy, you're so funny."

"Yeah, I know. Now go get ready for school." she says, "Absalem!" she calls. 

"Ma'am?"

"My room, please!"

"Coming!"

The stairs thud as Absalem follows directions and meets her in her room. She smiles at him, kissing his cheek repeatedly. "Mommy!" he says, laughing as he tries to push her off.

"What, you're too old for my kisses now?" She jokes, "Can you take Jude to school? I have to get in kind of early this morning."

"Yeah, of course ma'am." He says, nodding. "Also, can you have Mama take a look at my brake lights? I think one of 'em is going out."

"Yeah, sure. Remind me." 

"Okay, thanks."

"Want anything done with your nest— sorry." She coughs. "Hair?"

"Very funny. No."

She whistles, eying his bedhead. "You sure?"

He sighs, "Fine."

"It's getting a little long. Thinking of getting it cut soon?" She detangles his curls with her fingers, spraying a little water. 

"No, just shaped up, maybe a trim."

"Alright mister." She smiles, brushing his hair through, behind his ears, defining his brunette curls a little.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, hun?"

"Can I get my nose pierced?"

"Can you do mow the lawn, take the trash out, and organize the garage?"

"Is that it?"

Abby hums, "As long as you hold up your end. You can start looking at some places. Done."

Absalem hugs her, kisses her on the cheek. "Thank you mommy! Thank you, thank you!"

"Anytime. Now go get ready, you and Jude need to be out of here no later than 8:20. Clear?"

"Yes ma'am, thank you again!" he rushes off, and Abby smiles.

How'd she get so lucky?

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 47

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You tell a few people about your polycule and get some Spirit's Eve preparations out of the way.

Author’s Note: N/A

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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“So you’re just, like, banging them both?” 

“Pfft–” I choke on my hot cocoa, which is totally too sugary for me to be drinking with such a sore throat, but Leah insisted I have some.

When I told her I was sick and bored (and stressed by how much Magnus and Seb have been coddling me for the past two days, to be honest,) she shot right over with some homemade shortbread cookies and hot chocolate. 

Being much wiser than Seb, as he’s starting to feel a bit under the weather too, Leah arrived with face masks – one for herself, with a forest green gingham pattern, and one for me, a mustard yellow with some autumn leaves speckled around it – at my request. She’s also been keeping her distance. She’s situated at the table, which has some art supplies sprawled around it amidst the cookies, and I’m sitting pretzel-style on my bed, all wrapped in comfy clothes and blankets. 

I came clean about my relationship with the two goobers. She’s a close enough friend now that I think I can trust her not to judge – and based on the enthusiasm behind her response, I don’t think she is judging me in the slightest.

This does make it a little harder to imagine how it’ll go once I eventually come clean to Sam, Abby… everyone else, really. Can’t fathom everyone having a positive reaction to it. But it’s super appreciated, of course.

I confirm, “Yeah, I am.” Still laughing, I clear my throat, then add, “Not at the same time, though…?” Drawing out that last word, I tilt my head and squint up at the ceiling, wondering if our situation the other day counts as a threesome. “Well, technically, not at the same time.”

“Damn, alright Aphrodite!” Curling into a fetal position in her chair, Leah complains, “Ugh… I’m not desirable enough to even get one girlfriend and you have two boyfriends.”

I frown, taking another sip of my drink before raising my mask back over my face. “You totally could, Lee, people just suck. Yoba knows I got lucky.”

“You want another partner, then?” she jests back.

Thankful that my mask hides my blush, and unsure if I should interpret that as a joke or not, I chuckle, softly walking around the subject. “God, two people is already a lot to wrap my brain around.”

“Especially those two,” she adds. 

During her few attempts to become a spellcaster (which failed quite fucking horribly, actually, there isn’t a single arcane bone in this poor woman’s body…) in the week or so after Seb and I were greeted by her in Magnus’ tower, she kinda got the gist of Seb and Magnus’ silly natures.

It was an odd group for sure, but a fun dynamic nonetheless. And honestly, it’s been nice to have a friend to talk to about magic other than people who do it themselves.

“I’m surprised Camilla hasn’t tried to throw herself into our weird little polycule,” I think out loud. 

“Is that the hot witch lady you guys work with?” I nod. “I wonder if she’d want me.” As Leah says this, a dreamy expression falls over her face. She doesn’t even know what Camilla looks like! I wonder what she’s imagining in the woman’s stead. 

“She’s terrifying,” I point out. “Super fucking hot, but like…” I finish my sentence with a shake of my head and shoulders. Shimmying out the jitters. “Here, lemme draw her for you,” I offer, placing my cup beside the bed and making grabby hands at the sketchbook near my friend. She tosses a pencil and the book over one by one.

“You think she and Magnus have…?”

I look up as I open to an empty page, and Leah wiggles her eyebrows at me. Not as flawless as Seb and Robin’s signature moves, but still a solid eight out of ten wiggle, I’ll say. She pulls down her mask to take another sip of her hot chocolate.

“Because I mean,” she pulls her mask up, “as freaky as he is… god. He’s sexy, babe.”

A cough-laugh comes out of me. Once I can breathe better, I respond, “Are you not a lesbian?!”

“I am, but I can make exceptions! ‘Labels are for soup cans,’ or whatever we used to say back in, like, the 2010’s.” 

After crossing one leg over the other, Leah pulls down her mask again just to smirk at me, winking simultaneously. I cover my face with my hands, nervously giggling into them.

“Good lord,” I mumble to myself. She laughs, and as my view raises, she’s covering her face with the fabric again. I take that as my cue to go on with my attempt to capture Camilla’s beauty. “And to answer your question, she’s tried. He’s not into it, though.” I shrug. “I think his hatred outweighs any desire that coulda been there.”

“He’s so sweet that it’s almost funny to imagine him disliking someone.”

“I always think the same thing!” I laugh, swiping away a few eraser shavings before tacking on, “It’s a secret pleasure of mine, seeing him all riled up like that.”

Through some of her own chuckling, Lee asks me, “Doesn’t he just wanna go apeshit?” 

“I’d like to imagine that someday he will. He’ll just, like… give up and deck her in the face or something. I dunno.”

“Maybe a good ol’ slap-and-kiss for good measure.” I love how she said that as if it's a thing.

“I’m just picturing… ok,” I pause drawing again to talk with my hands, “You know that one reaction image of Toad and Yoshi making out completely sloppy-style?”

“PFFT,” Leah nods, snorting. “What, them fighting then kissing?”

I shake my head and elaborate, “In one corner of my brain it’s them,” I hold up my left hand to the side, “and in the other you’re there too, and kinda just…” I hold up my right, and then bring the two hands in front of me, almost like I’m making them kiss, but at a weird angle. “...latched into the middle of them.”

“Like a leech.” 

“A horny one, apparently.” 

I resume my drawing. Leah adds, “A sex leech.”

“Sex Leech…” I echo. “That would be a great band name.”

“Oh! Leah and the Sex Leeches.”

“Would be mood music, for sure.”

A short silence passes after Leah’s responsive laughter dies down. I make a few additions to the quick, small doodle in my lap, then tilt my head as I observe it, tapping the eraser against the page. 

Something’s missing… Oh! I whisper the word to myself as I think it, flipping the instrument around to add her signature artificial beauty mark.

“Here,” I gesture my supplies in Leah’s direction. She readies herself as I toss over the pencil first, then the book. “Doesn’t do her justice, but I tried.”

Leah puts down the pencil before situating the sketchbook rightside up, and I snag my drink, holding it in both hands to absorb some more warmth. I’m not chilly by any means, between all these blankets, Seb’s huge sweatshirt, and the fireplace blastin’ to my right. But I’ll be damned if I don’t try my hardest to sweat out this fever.

Leah’s eyes widen, then she tilts her head to the ceiling and groans. I laugh while she exclaims, “Are you freaking kidding me? I need her!”

“No!” I point at Leah like she’s a naughty puppy or something, and only supporting the gesture, she slinks in on herself a little. I’d like to imagine she’s pouting beneath the mask. “I don’t know what it is about her specifically, but the vibes are horrendous.”

“I suppose if your part– well,” she corrects herself, “ one of your partners isn’t a fan, that’s probably a sign to steer clear.”

I tap my head knowingly. I can see a grin in her eyes before she turns her attention to the book again, staring longingly at the page. 

“So does she have any weird colors about her too, or is that just a Magnus sort of deal?” 

I shake my head. “White skin – a smidge paler than yours, maybe – and the same hair and eye colors as Haley pretty much.” I pause to cough into my arm, then mention, “She does have pointy ears, though. Can’t tell if it’s plastic surgery or if she has some Elven heritage like Magnus does.”

Grabbing the colored pencils, Leah adds some vibrance to my sketch. “They have surgery for that?”

“Yeah, I follow this dude who does it. Lives somewhere outside of Ferngill, though.” I finish off my cocoa before placing down the mug and twisting my torso to pop my back. “I’ve always wanted to go do it myself, but the recovery period outweighs my desire for cute pointy ears.” 

“Your ears are very cute as they are,” Leah compliments cheerfully. 

Caught off guard a little, I cover my face again. She isn’t looking, it’s just more of a self-soothing sorta deal at this point.

“Thanks,” I all but squeak out. Leah glares at me playfully. She’s caught onto the tic too, god damnit. “Grew ‘em myself.”

Lee places down the pencil she’d been using and stares down at the page. “Maybe if I show up at Magnus’ place someday,” she suggests, “I’ll just so happen to run into her, and then… you know…” As Leah trails off, she fucking holds up her middle- and pointer-fingers on each hand and slots them together oh my god.

“Leah!” 

“Sorry!”

“We really need to get you laid.” 

“I really need to get laid, yeah…”

______________

Seb and I both recovered from our illness with enough time to do some last-minute Spirit’s Eve shopping. He’s going to pass on going to Krobus’ sewer party thing — wants to make sure he has enough time to get his work done before going to the town festival — so he’s able to wear whatever he wants. I, on the other hand, am specifically searching for something extra creature-like.

Magnus warned me that shadow people tend to get a little quirky around humans, with Krobus being one of the very few outliers. I’ve gotta disguise myself real good if I want to avoid conflict. Something that’ll help me blend in with shadow people, at least disguising me as some kind of elemental, while also being acceptable for the main event… hm.

Gonna be kinda hard to find something like that at Party City.

“What about this?” Seb mutters, inspecting a cheaply manufactured vampire outfit. 

I purse my lips and tilt my head, trying to figure out a way to salvage this. Because sweet Yoba above, Seb would make a sexy vampire. 

“What if we just get you a cape, fangs, and maybe some pointy ears, and then try to closet-cosplay the rest?” 

“Hmm.” Still turning the package around in his hands, Seb contemplates his options. “I mean, on one hand, I can get corny with it.” He gestures at the costume in his hand. “Commit to the bit, y’know?” 

I nod. A fair point, indeed!

“On the other,” he continues, head tilting a little to the left, “I could try some Astarion Ancunín-type shit and get kinda slutty with it.”

I nod again. Both wonderful options. Secretly rooting for the second, but whichever makes him happy will make me happy. 

“Oh! Y’know what would work?”

“Hm?”

“If we get your ears pierced before Spirit’s Eve, you can wear those red earrings we got in Calico. Would make a sick bloody effect. Sorta.”

“Oooh, you’re onto something, kid. Just gotta check what material they are, make sure they’re safe for a new hole and all that.”

“I’ll give you a new hole...” I mumble.

“Is that a promise?”

“It’s a threat.”

“A sexy threat.” Seb waggles his brows before returning his vision to the costume he’s holding.

While Seb weighs out his options, I stray a little further down the aisle. “Oh my god.” I practically tear the costume off its hanger and jog over to Seb, holding it out in front of me. “Scratch that. Why be a vampire when you can be motherfucking Wumbus?!”  

Seb chuckles, taking the costume from me. He puts on his best nasally, nerdy voice to say, “Um, actually,” then points at the title of the costume on its packaging, and informs me, “it’s a Big Green Wumbo.” Shifting back to his normal speaking voice as I snort-laugh at his beautiful performance, Seb also notes, “But also, no way. Sam would lose his shit if I showed up as Wumbus. That’s his thing.”

“Technically not Wumbus!” I point out, poking his forehead through his thick fringe. He headbutts it out of the way. I take the costume back, wondering aloud, “God, how do they come up with these names? What even is a ‘wumbo?’”

“Dunno. It’s charming in its own way, though.”

I nod in agreement, then shuffle back to where I found the Big Green Wumbo to place it back on the rack it came from. “Wouldn’t feel like shopping for costumes at a Party City or whatever without the vast array of totally legit characters to choose from.” I turn to look at the row behind me, then pick out a knockoff Katniss Everdeen costume. “Oh wow, I sure do wish I could go as this Braided Archer Girl!”

Scrunching his nose and grinning, Seb walks over to me, tucking the vampire costume under his arm. “This wha—“ He sees the one I’m holding and laughs. “So powerful.”

“So fierce!”

“A force to be reckoned with in the, uh… what’s a good alternative to–”

I chime in, cutting him off, my brows furrowed with determination, “Hungry Fortnight.”

“Nah, dude, Fortnight’s too much of a brand at this point.”

“Ah, true…” I continue to stare at the costume. Oh, wait. “The Famine Games?” I suggest, looking up and to my right to see him. I shrug. “The Hungry Games is probably already taken.”

“The Famine Games it is, then. Great work, champ.” Seb holds out a first for me to bump. Instead of punching it back, I high-five it. Makes a dull smacking noise. Sounds less epic than I was hoping it would.

We spend a few more minutes giggling like a bunch of losers over all the goofy costume names in this aisle before moving onto the next. Some honorable mentions: Speedy Blue Rodent (Sonic), Lightning Rabbit (Pikachu), Ruler of the Countryside (Prairie King), and a couple’s costume of Dolly and Jake Skeleton (Sally and Jack Skellington).

Sighing, I look at the new options. Mostly lady-adjacent costumes over here, and they’re mostly labeled with that “one-size-fits-all” bullshit. Even if I were to fit into any of those, I wouldn’t want some lame fatphobe profiting off of it as a result.

I groan. “I wonder what the chances are that I'll be able to find something here.”

Pulling me closer by the waist, Seb suggests, “We could try other stores if we need to.” 

I lean into him. “I wonder what the chances are I’d be able to pull off being a fully-fledged elf… like some Magnus-looking elf, y’know?”

“Might be harder, but maybe his shrine could help.”

“Oh hell yeah!” I look up at Seb, my eyes and smile wide. “I didn’t even think to try using that thing, it always seemed like too foreign of a concept. Hopefully he’ll let me.” Knowing damn well I don’t have enough mana to make a long distance call, if you will, I opt to wait until later to ask Magnus about this. 

I’ve gotta get home a phone. 

“Who’s Magnus?” 

Seb and I nearly jump out of our skin, “OH MY GOD!” and “WHAT THE FUCK!” being shouted respectively. We simultaneously whip our heads around.

Again, speaking at the same time, “Mom?!” and “Robin?!” are exclaimed by the two of us. She evilly chuckles a little. 

I hold my right palm up to my chest and rest my forehead against Seb’s left arm. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

“Wanted to surprise your father with a matching costume.” I turn my head to her, still smooshing my temple against Seb. Before my emotional support human can interject, Robin adds, “Yoba knows he won’t want to wear it, but it doesn’t mean I can’t force him.” She’s still got a mischievous smirk on her. 

“Good luck with that,” Seb scoffs.

“So. Who’s Magnus and what’s this something about a shrine?” his mom prods.

Oh god damnit.

Seb and I look at each other.

“Think it’s time to tell her?” I whisper. I’m horrified. I try to hide it.

“I fucking guess so.” 

“Tell me what?” If the woman wasn’t giggling about her own dickheaded nosiness over there, this would be a lot more intimidating. 

“Uh…” I mutter. 

Shit, who am I kidding? It’s still intimidating.

“Straight to the point, yeah?” Seb asks. 

“I guess..?”

In the next breath, I’m saying “Our partner,” while Seb is saying “Her partner,” and gesturing at me. We both look at each other, both sets of brows furrowed.

“My partner?” I suggest, while he counters, “Our partner.”

“This is hopeless,” I whine.

I look at Robin. Her head is tilted and her eyebrows are raised in confusion, her slightly chapped lips slightly parted. I latch onto Seb’s arm and hide my face from her. My anxiousness about the situation takes over. I can practically hear my pulse. 

Seb clears things up while I quietly panic. “So like… (y/n) and I are dating, yeah?” 

“Uh huh…” Robin agrees.

“Well, she — we’re…? Oh my god.” Seb takes a breath to compose himself.

I look up at him, face coated in a furious blush because oh my fucking god this is so embarrassing. His is too, which makes me feel a little better about it.

“She,” he settles on, “is also dating our friend Magnus. But like, we both know about it. It’s chill.”

I turn to look at Robin. She’s biting her bottom lip and there’s a slight grin curling them up. She’s still very clearly bewildered, if slightly amused too. 

I hide my face again. 

“God, ma, please say something,” Seb breathes. 

“I… wow. Do I know this Magnus person?”

Seb and I both shrug. “So, funny story…” Seb goes on.

“Uh huh.”

“You know that super suspicious-looking tower south of (y/n)’s farm, west of Marnie’s?”

“Uh huh.”

“It’s the guy who lives there.”

“Uh huh…”

“He’s a wizard.”

“Uh huh.”

“He has a shrine that can change appearances.”

“Huh.”

“It’s magic.”

“Uh huh.”

“And that’s what we were discussing.”

“Uh huh.”

“Please mom for the love of god—“

“(Y/n), you little minx!”

I squeak, my shoulders tensing up. “I’m not a hussy, I promise!” I try to assure her from behind Sebastian’s arm. I feel a hand on my head and flinch. Feels small, so I’m assuming it’s hers.

“As long as you’re both happy with this guy, I’m not judging.” 

“You’re not even questioning the wizard part?” Seb asks incredulously.

“I’ve always thought it looked like those wizard towers in movies, so no, honestly. It just makes me wonder if he’s… ya know, some kinda crusty, Gandalf-looking dude.” A short pause passes. Robin asks hushedly, “Are you into old guys, Sebby?”

“I– I’m not the one dating him!”

“Suuure you’re not.”

“And you’ve probably seen him!” Seb declares. “Absurdly tall, purple hair, wears cloaks and shit, looks like he’s sick but it’s just his skin color–”

“Oh! I’ve seen him hanging out with Linus, by his tent!”

“Yeah, him!” Seb almost sounds excited that he didn’t have to explain any further. “They’re close.”

“Oh, he’s cute! Are you sure you don’t like him like that?”

“Ma, what the fuck!”

“Not so loud, son. There’s kids… er…” There’s a pause. I’m assuming Robin’s looking around. “Somewhere in here, I’m sure.”

Hesitantly, I turn back towards Robin to interrupt them. “So you don’t think I’m a hussy?” It comes out small and meek. Just like me, right now… Seb snort-laughs and pulls his arm around my shoulders again, pressing a kiss to my scalp. 

Laughing alongside her son, Robin replies, “You’ll only be a hussy if you hurt my son.”

She meant for it to be lighthearted, and I know that, but my eyes brim with tears anyway.

“Oh! Oh no!” Robin laughs a little harder as she notices the true state I’m in. “C’mere,” she offers as she holds her free arm out for a hug. The other is carrying two costumes – looks like Morticia and Gomez Addams, or whatever other names this place gave them.

Hesitantly, I let go of Seb and wrap my arms around Robin.

This is our first hug.

This is weird.

A good kind of weird.

Is this what it’s like to have a good mom? I think to myself.

Oh no.

Oh god, no.

The tears start falling after that thought.

What is with me right now?

“I’m sorry I’m being such a big baby...” I defend myself, in an effort to not seem quite as pitiable as I’m coming off, “I don’t do good with surprises, and I really didn’t expect this to happen yet!” I doubt my save is working. Sounds too wet and pathetic.

Robin hands off the costumes to Seb and wraps her other arm around me, bending a little to let me lean into the crook of her neck. She’s not nearly as tall as Seb, at like 5’6” or so, but still tall enough that it’s necessary.

Huh. I think she uses Bearglove too. That, or something similar. “It’s really okay, hun! It’s okay!”

“Thank you…” I pull away, risking showing my snotty, tear-stained face.

Robin’s hands are on my shoulders. I can’t meet her eyes, but she gives me a friendly pat with her right hand. 

“Seriously,” Seb chimes in behind me. I turn to look at him. He looks relieved. “Thanks, mom.”

“It’s simply my job to love you unconditionally,” she decrees. “And you make him happy,” Robin directs towards me, poking my shoulder and catching my eyes, “so that means you too.”

Oh no.

Just when I thought I was almost done crying!

I bury my face in my hands. 

“Oh gosh,” she laughs. “You’re a mess, aren’t you?”

I nod. “You’re too nice to me…”

“I can be meaner if you want, but that would just be weird.”

“You’re fine how you are!” I agree.

“Are you two done here?” Robin asks.

“I think so,” Seb answers. His words come out sorta like a question, so I nod.

“Why don’t we go grab a bite from that cute diner around the corner? My treat.”

Seb brightens a little. “You sure?”

“Yeah, why not! (Y/n)?” 

“Oh! Uh… yeah, sure.” I use my sleeves to try patting my face dry. 

“Perfect! Let’s go check out first.” Robin gestures her head towards the registers, which are across the store but within eyeshot. “As much as I dislike capitalism, I’m not about to go to jail for stealing…” She holds up the costumes to read them. Does that thing older people do where they squint and hold it a little further from them. Guess it’s time for her to get some reading glasses! “Beautifully Creepy Wife and her Spooky Doting Husband…? God, seriously?”

Seb and I both laugh. “This place is the fucking worst,” he retorts. “C’mon, let’s go.”

______________

After paying for our stuff, Seb and I hop on his bike to meet his mom at the diner. Seb told me on our way over that before Demetrius and Maru were in the picture, Robin would always take him here after they bought their Spirit’s Eve costumes from that same Party City we were just at. 

It’s no wonder he looked so happy about this, that’s fucking precious!

The restaurant is cuter than I imagined it would be, with that archetypal overabundance of tiles and wavy glass windows that the best diners always seem to have. The interior looks like an 80’s and 90’s stereotype of a diner had a weird baby, in the most endearing way possible. There’s pastel pink, blue, and green accessories decorating the place, a black and white checkerboard floor, and a wooden jukebox with rainbow lights along its outer rim near the waiting area.

While Robin talks to the host about grabbing us a table, I people-watch.

A handsome middle-aged dude with jet black hair and a matching leather jacket is nursing a coffee at the counter while trying to rizz up two younger blonde women a few stools over. Seems like it’s working, too. Good for them! In the meantime, the server behind the counter is very visibly eavesdropping, pretending to keep occupied with the glass case of baked goods. He looks impressed. 

When we walk past all the booths and tables further in, I continue being a little nosy, taking note of how many old folk are here. Most of them are in groups, some of them are in pairs, and a few sit alone.

One lady with a thick white perm, deep laugh lines, and long crow’s feet, who also seems to be here alone, is loudly chatting with the waitress. They seem to know each other. Maybe that woman’s a regular here.

Once I get a little closer, my hands tingle a little bit and her gaze lands on mine. I notice her irises shift in color – from a deep emerald green to a bright, happy yellow – and my eyes widen. I can’t help but smile, which she mirrors, and we share a nod of acknowledgement before she returns her attention to the waitress.

God, magic is so cool.

Once we settle into a somewhat secluded booth towards the back – with Seb and I on one side, and Robin on the other – Seb begins to lay down some ground rules.

“Alright, so first off.” He holds up his pointer finger. “Nobody can know yet.”

“Well, duh,” Robin shrugs, takes a sip from her complementary cup of water, and then goes on, “Most of the older folk in Pelican Town barely tolerate gay people, let alone non-monogamy.”

“Perfect. Second,” Seb puts up a second finger. His middle this time. “Please don’t try to talk to him the next time you see him.”

Robin practically pouts at her son. “What?! Why not?” 

“He likes his privacy,” I chime in.

Seb nods and tacks on, “Yeah, and he’s not exactly wonderful at meeting new people, so he’d probably want a bit of a warning first.” I nod in agreement.

“Aw man. Fine, I’ll keep my distance,” Robin responds, putting down her glass and holding her palms in front of herself to surrender.

Just before Seb can continue, a waitress comes by to take our orders. We all ask for some coffee to start. Then, Robin gets some sorta huge deluxe breakfast combo thing, god damn; Seb orders a bagel, topped with cream cheese, lox, and some greens; and I get a veggie and cheese omelet with some toast on the side. It’s pretty late in the afternoon, but diner breakfast food is the best breakfast food. Glad we’re all on the same page in that sense.

Once the waitress leaves, Seb continues. “Last thing.”

“Shoot,” his mom prompts.

“Please don’t tell anyone he exists.”

“Why not?”

“Privacy again, but also because of the magic.” 

I nod, adding, “This isn’t something everyone can just… know about. It can fall into the wrong hands and whatever that way, y’know?”

“Dramatic, but reasonable.”

“Besides,” Seb adds, “we’re only safe from monsters and shit because of him. If anything were to happen because an angry mob of old farts from around town made their way over to his place, we’d all be fucked.”

“What, like, the critters in the mines?”

Seb and I shake our heads. The waitress comes back with our coffees, and once she’s gone, I continue, “They’re all over Ferngill. The ones we have down there, and plenty of way more dangerous ones.”

I grab a few sugar cubes and cream packets from near the window before offering some to Robin. Seb drinks his coffee black, that edgelord, so I don’t bother passing any to him.

While Robin and I fix up our drinks, Seb goes on, “There’s a high-proficiency wizard in most of the higher-populated parts of the country, and each of them are in charge of keeping a protective barrier around the area they’re stationed in.”

“Who stations them, themselves?”

“Kinda..?” Seb looks to me. 

I jump in, “There’s like, a whole council of spellcasters that take care of this stuff.”

“So, politics.”

“Basically,” me and Seb respond in unison. We both give each other a look feigning disgust. That’s, what, the third time we’ve said the same thing at the same time today, maybe?

“So are you two involved in it, or is that just his deal?”

Robin squints at Seb, as if to silently tell him, “I’ll be so not-mad-just-disappointed if you left me out of this.” Seb and I look at one another, then at her. 

“Oh you are, aren’t you?!”

Trying to take the load off Seb, I defend, “To be fair, I’m new to it, but yeah, kinda. I’m a mage and the council knows about me.” I sip my coffee, before shyly adding, “They might recruit me at some point, actually.”

“Wait, really?” Seb asks. I shrug. “News to me…” 

“It’s iffy, but I dunno, Magnus seems hopeful. I’m 50/50 on whether or not I wanna actually do it. Seems intimidating.”

My deflection worked, and now Robin is solely focused on me. Nice. “Wait, you do magic too?” I nod. “Can you magically give me a million bucks?” she jokes, holding out an open palm. I snort, lightly slapping it.

Just after this interaction, our food arrives. Thank god. The conversation diverts here, into some less serious stuff. The weather. Spirit’s Eve. How good the food is. How shitty the coffee is. Et cetera.

When we’re all done eating, Robin insists we all split a piece of one of those giant chocolate layer cakes they had in the pastry case. And while the three of us go ham on it, Seb looks up nearby piercing parlors to go to, considering our earlier discussion.

“Huh. I think this is the one I started stretching my ears at.” He tilts the phone towards me, absentmindedly fiddling with one of his gauges with the other hand.

“All the way in Zuzu, huh? Would you wanna go out there?”

“I don’t see why not. Seemed like a solid crew.”

Robin raises a brow. “You’re not making those things bigger, are you?” I can’t help but giggle at her more official motherly side coming through. 

Seb shakes his head, telling her about our cheesy matching earrings, and his Spirit’s Eve plans. She feigns disgust, much like Seb and I did before, but I can see the loving glint in her eye. She really does seem to love us as a couple, it’s super cute.

Seb adds that he might get a few extra piercings while he’s at it, like a triple helix or nose stud or something. He wants more tattoos too, but figured piercings are easier to handle in bulk like this, so he’s gonna hold off on that. While he explains this, he messages the shop in question on Facebook to ask if they do walk-ins. They hastily respond that they do!

Seb clasps my shoulder. “You wanna go out there tonight?”

I wince. “I’m exhausted, dude.” The short-lived panic I endured earlier today took a toll on me. Plus, I harvested a few pumpkins this morning. Those bitches were heavy.

“No worries. I can go on my own.”

“You better drive safe,” Robin warns through a mouthful of cake, pointing her fork towards Sebby. 

“No promises.”

I mime Robin with my own fork before adding, “I’ll kill ya if you die in a freak biking or piercing accident.”

Seb chuckles, takes another bite, and then puts his fork down, proceeding to dip each of his pointer fingers into the frosting. He plops a small dollop on to my and his mom’s noses. A declaration of war... which is nullified by the waitress coming back with our check. 

I’ll get his ass next time.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ The Future is West

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: It Doesn’t Stay in Vegas

Main Masterlist ~Sliding Into Home Masterlist

“Mary please!” 

“No!” 

“C’mon Nugget, we have to go.”  

“NO! I don’t want to leave.” Sobs echoed through the door of the bathroom. 

Frank groaned and hit his head on the door frame. The decision to move was not taken lightly but it was decided. “Mary, c’mon, please? I know it’ll be tough but it’s a new adventure.”  

The silence now coming from the bathroom is louder than the screaming.  Frank knew he would be lucky if she got in the car let alone leaving on time. He needed to finish packing up before the movers came but Mary refused to let him into the bathroom.  

“Still not letting you in?” Frank turned to see his nanny, Scott, leaning on the hallway, popping his gum.  

“No.” 

“Told ya.”  

“Yeah, I know. I know.” Frank rubbed his temples. “The movers will be here in an hour, I need to finish and then get us to the hotel before our flight tomorrow and she is being just like...” 

“Your sister.”  Scott smiled.  “Let me handle this while you make sure the suitcases are in the car.  I brought some stuff to help us relax after she goes to bed.” Scott squeezed Frank’s shoulder.  “Its gonna be ok.”  

“Thanks Scott.”  Frank turned to leave him to it as he made his way to his bedroom.  Scott Evans had been a godsend since the day he turned up for his interview for the nanny position.  Mary took to him immediately and became a friend to Frank at a time when he had felt so lost.  Bonus points that Scott was a man as well, as a female nanny would have just made the situation worse. Frank was grateful that Scott was ok with relocating his life five years later to stay with him and Mary with their move to Los Angeles.  

Los Angeles. City of Angels, Hollywood, movie stars and his new team, the Dodgers.  

After five successful years with the Red Soxes, Los Angeles offered a monster of a deal. Ten years, $106 million dollars and a change that was needed. Frank talked to Steve, Scott and Andy, his now closest friends, and made the decision to move. He needed a fresh start, a chance to move on after the shit show five years earlier.  

He had heard that Abby had graduated from medical school last year. Well, he watched it from the shadows. He snuck in to watched the girl that he still loved accomplish her dream and graduate with top honors from Harvard University Medical School.  However much Abby’s parents hated Frank for what he had done to their little girl, Frank insisted on paying for her schooling, keeping a promise he had made to her when he was drafted.  He sent the money to her parents, and they made the payments.  

But she had moved on, taking a medical residency outside of Boston for work. He didn’t know where, so he took the time to move when he had the chance.  Maybe he could stop loving her, finally.  Maybe he could find happiness.  

He kept his promise to himself in that no other woman made a permanent place in their hearts. Sure, Frank kept the carnal needs to flings on the road, Friday night fucks away from home, away from Mary.  She didn’t need the instability.  She needed him to be present as she grew up. She was the only girl in his heart.  

Apart from Abby.   

He listened as Scott murmured to Mary, the door creak open and then Mary’s face peak into his room. Frank didn’t turn to face her, letting her get through her thoughts and emotions on her own, letting her decide when to speak. After a moment, she sniffled, and he turned. He watched as one solid tear ran down her cheek before he scooped her into his arms, and she cried. “I don’t want to leave.”  

“I know Nugget. But I got traded and I can’t leave you behind. I love you so much that I would never leave you behind.”  

She sobbed in his neck for a few more moments before he pulled her away. He inspected her blue eyes, eyes that had seen more than their fair share of heartbreak. “Is Scott going?” she asked again, needing to confirm that she was not losing everyone in her life. 

Frank nodded. “Scott is moving with us. We have a big house now near the beach.  There’s a room that has perfect light for my little artist with a balcony so she can set up her telescope and see the stars.”  

Mary sighed and leaned back into him. “Ok,” she whispered.  

“It's gonna be great, Nugget.  You’ll see. I got you into the science school for next year and we have a pool so we can keep up with swimming and you can try out for the team. I promise you; we’ll be great in Los Angeles.  Just you wait.”  

A few hours later saw Mary pass out in bed while Scott brought out the whiskey bottle.  He pours two fingers of the amber liquid and thrusted the tumbler into Frank’s hands.  “Ready to leave Boston?” 

“No.” Frank took a sip.  “I feel like if I leave, I am giving up.”  

“Giving up on what?” 

“Whatever love Abby and I could still have.”  

“She’s not even in Boston anymore.”  She hasn’t been since May the year before. Its August. Fifteen months later and it still hurt him that she was gone 

“I know. I understand it. But all of our memories are here.”  

Fifteen Years Earlier... 

Frank was sitting in chemistry class, doodling before class started. Mike was seated in the back, fucking teacher tried to seat everyone alphabetically but missed counted.  Now Frank sat alone at the front of the class.  The door opened but Frank didn’t acknowledge it.  The next thing he heard was the teacher saying, you can have a seat next to Mr. Alder.  His head snapped up as he saw a beautiful brunette walked towards him.  She had the blackest hair he had ever seen with the most beautiful curls.  As she walked closer, he couldn’t help but acknowledge her curves, but it was her eyes, deep brown with flecks of gold and green, that took him. 

She studied him for a moment.  “Hi. I’m Abby.”  

Frank swallowed.  “Hi, I’m Frank.”  

“Is this seat taken?”  She looked at his books spread out across the desk.  

“Shit, sorry.”  He gathered his stuff and stacked them in front of him.  She giggled as she sat. Once the teacher reviewed the syllabus for the semester of chemistry, she set a simple worksheet for each set of lab partners.  “So, I don’t think I’ve seen you in my classes before.”  

“Oh, probably not.”  She tucked a ringlet behind her ear.  “I’m a freshman but I tested out of freshman and sophomore science.”  

“Explains it. So you’re fourteen?” 

“Just turned.” She kept her gaze down.  

Frank studied her, noting the shyness in her face. “You look scared.”  

“Upper classmen intimidated me a little.” She finally looked up at him. He could tell that she wasn’t comfortable with her intelligence just yet. She was shy, lost in the whirlwind of being set up in an advanced class.  

“Well, stick with me and I’m make sure no one messes with you.”  

“Why wouldn’t anyone bother you?” 

“Because when you are a star athlete, no one messes with you.” Frank had just turned sixteen. A junior but the star first baseman for the school’s baseball team. He explained as much to her. “Friends with me and you’ll be going places.”  

“You know, you’re a little cocky for being sixteen.”  

“Have to be if I want to play professionally. So friends?” He stuck out his hand. 

She took it with a beautiful smile. “Friends.”  

Present... 

As Frank, Mary and Scott made their way to LA, Frank couldn’t help but reflect on the memory.  How stupid had he been to friend-zone himself that quickly. But, she had been a scared freshman, and chemistry was not the only upper-level class she been put in.  She also had Trigonometry and English 3 as well, and Frank happened to be in all of those classes as well.  

He had learned a lot about Abby.  She had come from a big family of immigrants. She would be the first to go to college, her aspirations to be a doctor.  

She made it, he thought as he studied the clouds in the sky. He did as well. He spent eight years with the Red Sox, the team he had cheered for as a boy. Moving away would be hard but a necessary change. He wanted to get away from all the bad memories he had there.  Between his fuck ups with Abby and the shit show his sister and mother had put him through over Mary, being in Los Angeles made the most sense.  

After landing, Frank found the car that the team sent to pick them up from the airport and take them to their new home. Frank had purchased new furniture so they wouldn’t have to ship all of their stuff from their old home.  He had kept the home in Boston for when they visited friends for breaks and holidays. Christmas in Boston would still be a must and he wanted to make sure that those traditions would be kept on track.  

The home was in Pacific Palisades, roughly an hour from the stadium but Frank wanted to have space away from the downtown area.  The ocean views and gated community made the decision but what sold Frank was the space Mary would have to be herself.  Her school was just a few minutes away, making it easy for Scott.  No, it wasn’t Boston, but they could make it a home.  

The next couple of days were filled with getting used to the area, finding their local grocery shops, restaurants, coffee shops and such, with the arrival of their things from the moving company.  It was mostly boxes of their things, clothes, Frank’s beloved 1968 Camero, but one thing that was most important.  It was the solid wood rocking chair from Mary’s room.  Frank couldn’t bare to part with it. He bought it to rock a six-month-old Mary to sleep, read her stories when she was older, hold her as she dealt with her emotions. It was the only heirloom they had. He immediately set it up in her room, placing her beloved penguin, Max, on it.  

On their fifth night in Los Angeles, Frank reminded Scott and Mary that he had a meeting with the team president, medical director and legal team, along with Andy and Steve, to sign his contract and fulfill his physical to start the season.  

“Why do they make you take a physical?” Mary asked, shoving a fry into her mouth.  

“To make sure I am healthy and in tip top shape,” Frank replied. “I should probably tell them I have a bad back from loading up your telescope into the truck. Thing weighs a ton.”  

“You bought it for me so that’s your own fault,” she sasses back, making Scott snort. “You should have made Scott carry it if you are too... delicate.”  

If Mary got anything from Frank, it was her ability to sass.  Frank was a smartass, from diapers according to his mother. Frank rolled his eyes as Scott roared with laughter. “Shut up,” he groaned. “On another subject, since we have to head into the city, do you know what is near the stadium?” 

“Parking lots?” 

“Seriously, stop,” he grumbled.  “No, we are close to that Funko store.”  

Mary’s eyes lit up. “Really?  Can we go?” 

Scott laughed, “I don’t know, you’ve been sassing him pretty hard there Nug.”  

“Please? Pretty please?” Mary used her one weapon at him: those damm blue eyes.  

“Fine, I guess,” Frank said with a sigh, hiding his smile. It was always his intention to take her. “Scott is going to take you to get breakfast and then a haircut while I am in my meeting and then we will go.”  

“Thank you, Frank!” She ran over to hug her uncle.  

“Welcome Nugget. Now finish up, you can read for an hour before bed.”  

The next morning, Frank was looking at a Los Angeles icon, Dodger Stadium.  It was his new home, his new team and hopefully his new life.  He asked a security guard where to go and was met at the door by an assistant.  She was a shameless flirt, commenting on Frank’s forearms and his tattoos, cooing about how good of a player he is.  There was zero chance of Frank being interested.  His Friday Night adventures were reserved for road trips only. His one-night stands worked out just fine, in his opinion.  

As he was guided into the conference room, Frank was met with the president of operations, Nick Stanton. “Mr. Stanton.” 

“Frank! Good to see you again.” He shakes hands with Frank. “We’re waiting for everyone so can I offer you a drink?” He gestures to Frank to sit at the table. 

“Just a cola, thanks.” Frank took the seat next to the head of the table.  

“How was the move?” 

“Smoother than I thought it would be. Mary, my niece, threw a couple of tantrums but between me and my nanny, we managed to get her here.”  

“Nanny?” 

“Oh yeah, Scott, he’s great. He was willing to move with us, which is great since Mary seems to only listen to him.” Frank chuckles. “Who would listen to your uncle/pseudo father?” 

“I remember that story,” Nick replies. “You are brave to take on a baby right after bring drafted.”  

Frank shrugged. “Its not that big of a deal. You would do anything for family, especially Mary.”  

More voices float towards the conference room and Frank stands as he sees his agent and lawyer walk in and shake his hand. Then the general manager for the Dodgers comes in, making small talk with Frank.  

“Ok, I think we are just missing the team doctor and our legal team,” Nick tells everyone. “Its not Natasha, she’s busy with another client.  She’s sending in their new associate.”  

Frank just nods as the GM goes over the training schedule and when he would meet the team.  The conference room door opens and another couple enters the room.  Frank turns to see and his stomach drops. He feels himself become clammy and pale. Because this shouldn’t be happening.  

He’s not supposed to be here.  

Fuck.  

He looks at the brunette that walked in with him.  

And she’s definitely not supposed to be here.  

What the FUCK! 

Abby Hernandez walked into the room.  

Holding Mike Weiss’s hand.  

Next

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[electricbluebutterflies]

Kabby + “you said i could stay with you if i needed a bed.”

Post-s2 grayspace, PG-ish, also on ao3.

He’s going to regret this.

Ask that woman for anything and she holds it over his head for two years if he’s lucky and ten if he isn’t, and he so rarely is. For someone who he knows does care so deeply about their people, she’s goddamn impossible to get a favor out of, and-

Fine. This is not a favor. This is the most self-destructively desperate idea Marcus has had in a while and he knows how much that statement says. But it is desperate, so worth a shot.

The term he thinks he’s looking for here is “logistical issues” – seems like a polite way of pointing out that his current sleeping arrangements are not exactly weatherproof, and they didn’t even try to kill each other that week they were easier-to-supervise-if-in-the-same-place roommates, and-

The last time he knocked on her door this late in the evening, she wasted no time with the threats. He wonders if she’ll break her time record. Probably. Knowing his luck…

Desperate, he reminds himself. Desperate and pretty sure the leverage this will give her will make it look like a good idea.

To his great surprise, Abby looks… not actively homicidal as she opens the door. Of course she prioritized herself to make sure she had a private room in the center of the encampment, of course-

Like he’s got any right to judge her for anything nowadays. Best not to go down that road.

“Something wrong?” she asks, and her tone has gotten softer with him these past few weeks, not immediately accusing him of things, more cooperative and that woman has never been cooperative in her life and-

“You said I could stay with you if I needed a bed.”

She steadies herself against the doorframe, and he knows that look on her face all too well, that why-the-fuck-did-you-make-this-my-problem unimpressed glare, and this was a bad idea this was a really bad idea this was-

“How many other people turned you down?”

“You’re the only person I could ask.”

“I am not sure how I’m supposed to feel about that,” she mutters, and her body language is still not exactly welcoming and-

“You’ll blame yourself if I freeze to death.”

“Don’t give me those fantasies.”

And here he occasionally thinks they might be making progress…

“You could say no, if-“

“Why would I do that?”

Good grief, impossible to read is a distinct understatement with her sometimes. And this is the experience he gets, twenty-odd years at each other’s throats and-

“You could say no,” he repeats.

“Unfortunately I do live to complicate you, and you were actually not that hard to sleep next to when I didn’t have a choice, so…”

At least they’re both self-aware. He’s not sure what that counts for anymore, but-

“I’m just asking for the season. As soon as it’s warmer out there…”

“I’m not sure how that makes the idea more or less appealing. You’re at least clean, you owe me more favors than I can count, and… it makes sense for us to be in the same space, since anyone who’s looking for one of us generally ends up needing both and-“

“Exactly why I thought-“

“Stop talking and get in here.”

Something about direct orders from her makes him wonder if she’s that demanding in less clothing, and-

No. Those thoughts do not lead anywhere good. Especially not given this whole decision to domesticate each other.

“I owe you. So much.”

“At least you admit it more frequently than you used to.”

“There’s no undoing a lot of… who I was, but-“

“I am too tired for your guilt spiral. Make yourself at home and shut up.”

Yeah. This’ll work out just fine.

[yourimagines]

Dillon Danis angst/fluff

Public

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: swearing, angst and fluff

Y/N POV

Dillon and I just started dating, only 4 months together and he wanted me to tag along for the first time with him this weekend. Dillon is pretty known in this industry, I’m not, I’m just a nobody in the world he’s been living in. “You’re nervous?” Dillon asked while wrapping an arm loosely around me shoulder. “A little bit.” He smiles and pulls me closer. “You’re going to be okay, I’m here with you.” I smiled at him. He walked us through the building as his team followed us closely. “Hello Dillon.” A beautiful woman walks up to us. Dillon unwraps his arm from my shoulder and gives the woman a hand. “Hello Abby.” She smiles brightly at him and slowly her eyes fall on me. “Hello, I’m Abby and you are?” She raised her eyebrows at me. “She’s my girl, Y/N.” Dillon says before I could response back at her. She quickly checked me out and smiles. “Nice to meet you Y/N.” “Nice to meet you too Abby.” She smiles and turns to Dillon. “Haven’t seen you in a while Champ.” I subtle rolled my eyes. ‘What a bitch.’ Dillon just shrugged his shoulders. “Been busy.” “I see that, but you could’ve text between the duty.” She nodded at me. Dillon shrugged again his shoulders. “Why, I am having a great time.” She laughs. “Yeah, we both know what you like.” She gave him a wink. ‘Okay I’m done watching this shit show.’ I smiled at them. “If you excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” Abby looks at me and smiles way too friendly at me. “The bathroom is that way honey.” She pointed at the hallway. “Thank you.” I turned around and walked away from them, already hating myself for being here.

Dillon POV

Y/N walked away from us. “Dillon seriously? Her?” Abby looked at me as I was joking around. “Yes her, what’s the problem?” “Dillon come on, she’s not your type, she’s basic.” Abby puts her hands on her hips, looking at me with a attitude. “You don’t know my type.” “I do, I know you Dillon, I know what you like and it’s not her.” “I’m sorry but could you stop insulting her, she’s my girlfriend Abby.” She laughs. “Oh Dillon, I’m sorry for you.” She laughs and checked her phone. “I’ll be right back.” She looks up and laughs. “Make it quick, I don’t want to wait for you guys.” I shook my head and walked away to the bathroom, trying to find her.

Y/N POV

I walked out of the bathroom and saw Dillon walking over. “Are you okay?“ I nodded. “I’m sorry about her, she’s always like this.” He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, kissing me temple. “I do the interview and then we leave, I’m not in the mood to stay anymore longer.” We both walked back to Abby. “There you guys are, that was quick.” She laughs, Dillon ignores her comment and sits down. I stayed behind the camera. “Okay, you ready?” “Yes are you?” “Yes, let’s start then.”

The interview was over and Dillon stood immediately up. “Thank you Dillon, do you want to stay for a drink?” He shakes his head. “No thanks, we have other duties to attend.” She nods. “Okay, maybe next time then.” Dillon walked over and grabbed my hand. “Ready to leave?” I nodded at him. “Abby thank you and maybe we see each other soon.” She rolled her eyes at me. “Yeah yeah, see you guys later.” She walked away from us. Dillon starts to laugh. “Well she doesn’t like me very much.” He kissed my head. “I like you, that’s what matters right?” I smiled at him. “Yes, lucky I like you too.” I placed a kiss on his cheek.

We both were chilling around our hotel room. Dillon was laying down on the bed, checking his phone. I walked out of the bathroom wearing his t-shirt. He looked up and smirks. “Looking good babe.” I shyly smiled and crawled in bed to him. He reached his arms out, I moved closely to him. His arms wrapped around me. “You are so beautiful.” He gave me a kiss and grabbed my leg, placing it over his leg. I smiled against his lips. “You like that huh.” I pushed my head into his neck, blushing and hiding my face for him. “I made you shy now?” I felt his hands roam around my body. I started to trace his sleeved arm. “You like them?” I looked up as he was watching me. “Yes, I do like you tattoo’s.” He smiles and starts to caresses my back, tracing alone my spine. “Maybe we should….” I raised my eyebrows. “Maybe what?” He shakes his head. “Never mind.” “No please tell me, it’s okay to speak out your mind.” My hand rested on his chest as I felt his heartbeat. “I was thinking about our relationship, to tell the rest of the world that we are together.” His hand went through my hair. “You want that?” He cupped one sided of my face and softly rubs with his thumb my face. “Of course I want that baby, I love you..” I smiled at him. “I love you as well.” I placed softly a kiss on his lips. “Your okay with me posting about us then.” I nodded. “Yes but no weird stuff.” He laughs. “I’ll never post something with your permission baby.” “Good, then yes I’m okay with it.” He kissed me back.

Later that night Dillon asked me to send him a photo of us that he could post on his social media. I send him more than one picture and saw him typing away on his phone. “I’m nervous.” “Me too baby.” I giggled and hugged him. “Done.” He placed his phone away. “We’re officially together for the public.” “Yes, I can’t wait to post more about us.” I grabbed his shoulders. “I know, but let’s take it slow.” He nods. “I’ll do whatever you want baby.” I lay my head down against his chest. “Let’s get some sleep then.” He wrapped his self around me and pulls me close. “Good idea, sleep well my love.” “Sleep well baby.”

[ya-what--ya-erster]

just understand I actually hate this lol I started it as a request and then the person who requested it disappeared so.

Race-me: guys we have terrible news

Ali: terrible

Race-me: horrible

Ali: no good

Race-me: awful

Ali: horrific, even

Save-A-Horse: You guys are scaring me, tf did u do

Mom: I'm not paying the hospital bills

Ali: Lucky you

Race-me: They're going to be $$$$$

Elly: Yeah you guy's visit today was exciting

Spot: just tell us what happened

&Juliet: ya what's so tragic

Ali: ooh we missed that word

Race-me: so basically we can't do stupid shit anymore

Mom: the day has come

Race-me: until Alissa gets the baby outta her

Save-A-Horse: WHAT

Mom: the what

Spot: you should not be legally allowed to have children they'll be crazy

Ali: HA and you're gonna inherit it when Race and I inevitably go down together in an epic battle

Kath: omh ur gonna be a mom that's so exciting!!!!!

That's what made Alissa pause. 

A mom. 

The words felt strange. She added it up to just being nervous about parenthood and shrugged it off. 

Ali: yeah!!! I'm terrified actually

Kath: don't be! it's all good :) I've never been pregnant b4 but I love having kids they're so fun and cute

Sarah: and little bitches

Kath: shush ur scaring her

Ali: Bae I'm already scared

Race-me: Don't be it'll be okay <3

Ali: <3

button-eyes: ew get a room

Race-me: already got one a minute back buddy, if u didn't notice Alissa's pregnant

button-eyes: I hate you race

Race-me: I'd be doing something wrong if u didn't ;)

Alissa was now pretty far along in her pregnancy, and she just kept looking back on that one uncomfortable moment where Kath told her she was going to be a mom. 

She kept feeling it, that odd sensation where everything inside her felt backwards when someone said the word 'mom' in reference to her. 

On top of all that, she was feeling really crap about her body. That, she decided, was just the being pregnant thing, but something deep inside said that it wasn't.

It took some time, but one day, she finally figured it out. 

"Hey." Race sat down on the couch,  putting his arm around Alissa. 

"Hi. How was work?"

"Shit as always."

"What you get for working at Starbucks, bitch."

"Shut up. You want to watch TV?"

"News?"

"You know me well."

So Race picked up the remote and clicked the TV on. 

"-woman murdered in act of violence against transgender people. Witnesses of attack claim the victim was 'shoving propaganda in everyone's faces' and 'scaring children.' 12-year-old Abby Bright says 'she was only walking down the street, and then this man just pulled a gun on her-"

Race turned the TV off. 

"It's disgusting." He said after a moment. "Just killing someone because she was born with a dick."

"Yeah." Alissa nodded. "I don't really get it though." 

"Don't get what?"

"What even is being trans? Like, is it just wanting to be a different gender or is there more to it than that?"

"Well, I'm not trans, so I don't really know, but Jack told me it's like, feeling wrong inside the body you were born with. Like. If you were to be trans, you'd probably not like having boobs all that much. You might wanna, like, cut your hair short, and maybe you'd wish your voice was lower or something. You'd probably really hate being pregnant. But I dunno, that's just how I perceive it, I don't really-"

Race kept rambling, but Alissa didn't hear him. 

Her brain was yelling. Screaming, even. 

What if that's me? She wondered. 

"-so... Ali? Are you alright?"

"Huh?" Alissa looked up from her hands. 

"You kinda zoned out there."

"Why'd you tell me what Jack said?"

Race looked at her curiously for a moment. Then, his head snapped upwards.

"Shit."

"Shit what, Race?"

"He didn't really want me, uh, you know he didn't want people to know-"

"So Jack's a girl now?"

"No." Race said slowly. "Jack was a girl and now he isn't."

"Oh." Alissa very unsteadily stood up from the couch, almost falling. Race caught her. 

"Woah, hey. Where ya goin'?"

"Next door."

"What for?"

"I left my sweatshirt over there." 

Race was used to Albert remembering random things at random times, so he accepted this explanation. 

"I can go get it for you."

"No!" Alissa practically shouted. "No, sorry, I just, I can get it I need to talk to Davey about some books anyways so."

Race just laughed. "Okay. I'll start some dinner. Wanting anything in particular?"

"I, uh. Hm. Really salty."

"Cool. I'll get started."

Alissa nodded and practically ran out the door. 

Well, as fast as she could go, which was not very fast. 

So, she speedily walked ten steps to knock on Davey and Jack's apartment door. 

Knock knock knock.

Alissa banged on the door. There was a hassle inside, she could tell, and then Jack appeared at the door, not wearing a shirt. 

That's the first time Alissa saw the scars, and the only time for quite a while after. She found the sight oddly soothing. 

"What can I do for ya?" Jack asked, leaning against the door frame. He scrunches up his face, makes a little clicking noise with his mouth, and throws his head backwards. "Jeez, hate that one. Hurts like a bitch."

"I bet. Can I come in?"

"Sure thing. DAVE, GO PUT CLOTHES ON."

"Oh, ew."

"Shuddup. Come on in."

Alissa followed Jack inside, her eyes angled downward. They sat on the couch and Jack glanced to Alissa, who was once again looking at Jack's scars. 

"Never seen nothin' like 'em before, have you?" Jack asked. 

Alissa shook her head. She knew the answer to the question, but she asked anyway: "What are they from?"

Jack hit himself on the top of his head three times, then replied. 

"Got my tits chopped off."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

After an uncomfortably long silence, only filled by Jack's occasional twitching, Jack spoke up again.

"Is something bothering you?"

Alissa shrugged, then nodded. 

"Race told me you're trans on accident, and he was telling me what it could, uh, be like, as a trans person, and I just... everything he was saying sounded so familiar so I just ran over here to talk to you and. I dunno. Everything feels wrong and Race isn't going to love me anymore because I think I'm a boy and it's not supposed to be that way for me because I'm married and I'm like three weeks away from giving birth and I have a good job and I just don't need this right now, I can't just walk away from everything I have going and-"

"Allie." Jack tilted his head to the side (semi-aggressively). "It's okay."

"I don't know what to do."

"Just be true to who you are. You don't have to lose everything. Race would still love you, and if he didn't I would have a serious talking-to with him. Your kid could be okay with a not-mom. You work as tech for Broadway, I think you'll be fine. Be reasonable, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

"So what can I do now that you've taken a breath and chilled the fuck out, can I ask?"

"Language, Jack!"

"May I ask- Sorry, Davey."

"Better! Thank you."

Alissa let out a shaky laugh at the interaction. "I guess I just... want to know how you knew? How you know?"

"Shit, uh. I don't know. I ain't got a magical discovery moment to share with ya. But I could tell ya how I knew I wasn't fakin', if ya want."

"Anything. Please."

"Kay-"

"JACK!"

"OKAY MOM- sorry, Dave's tryna get me to speak all proper-like. Anyways. It was right before me an' Davey was married. Like, a month. I have this aunt, horrible woman, who called me up to ask about the wedding, cause she was confused. Wanted to know if Jack Kelly was a relative of ours and then wanted to know why he was marrying a boy. So I just told her it's me, cause it wouldn't hurt anyone except for me. 'But Maria,'" Jack put on a mocking high voice. "'it can't be you! Stop joking with me! What do you mean you aren't joking? ¡Eres una hermosa joven que será una hermosa esposa y madre! You were such a precious little girl, you can't be a Transgénero." Jack took a deep breath and pinched himself on the arm. "I felt nasty, hearin' all that bullshit. That's when I knew I ain't ever gonna change my mind. Gotta tell the rest of the story, though, cause it's a good one."

Alissa nodded. She knew Jack struggled with knowing when to stop talking, and she was actually interested, so she allowed it to continue. 

"Aight, I reintroduced myself as Jack and she said, 'well, at least you're marrying a nice boy who knows that you'll always be a girl.' And-"

Jack burst into hysterical laughter, and Alissa heard Davey softly laugh from the kitchen. 

"Sorry. Some context for maximum laughability here. My aunt was always very insistent upon me marrying a good Catholic boy with a steady job and lots of money, yeah?"

"I can only imagine."

"So I done asked her ta define 'nice boy' for me and she gave me them same terms there then asked if I was actually meetin' them requirements."

"You did not."

"I can only imagine her face as I listed off the 'zact opposite of what she wanted for me. I have a gay husband who loves me as a man, who's Jewish, and is an author, and is actually broke as fuck jus' like me." Jack laughed again. "Her disappointment was gold. And also a factor in me knowing I ain't gonna be anything 'cept who I am. I want her to be disappointed forever."

"That's a very you thing to think."

"Yeah, that's why I thought it."

"Jack?"

"Uh-huh."

"Who would I be if I wasn't Alissa?"

"Like a name, or..."

"Yeah. A name."

"That's up to you. Get back to me on that, though."

Two nights later, Jack received a message. 

Call me Albert.

Now, Albert had a baby with Race named Charlie. 

And Race was still painfully oblivious to Albert being... well. Albert. 

That would last for long though. 

Crash.

Ten minutes after Charlie was finally asleep, there was a shattering noise from next door, and Charlie was awake again, and crying.

"Ugh. Lissa, will you take care of him and I'll go chew Jack's ass? That bitch."

"Okay." Albert nodded. 

Race for a minute lol

"Jackass, open the door!" Race banged on Jack's door, praying Davey wasn't home to yell at him. 

Jack opened the door, as requested. 

"Do you realize- oh shit." Race paused at the sight before him. Jack's hands were bleeding, there was glass shattered all over the floor, and there was a dent in the wall. Jack had a wild look in his eyes, like he was ready to bolt from the apartment at any moment.

"Hey, what happened?" Race gently pushed Jack back inside and closed the door behind them.

"Tossed the fuckin' lamp at the wall. Then I tried to clean it up and..." Jack waved his bloody hands around. "Fuckin' stupid impulsive decisions. Both of 'em. An' Dave really likes that lamp, shit."

"Jack. It's okay, yeah? Why don't ya go clean up ya hands and I'll order ya a new lamp, and we can clean up the mess after okay?"

"You don't gotta buy a new lamp-"

"Course I don't. I'm using your money and your phone, bitch. I'm only doin' it cause I know you'll impulse buy something stupid if I let you onto the amazon website."

Jack nodded. "Thanks. Password's 3283."

Race opened the phone. As he typed into the Amazon search bar "blue lamp," a notification came through.

Albert: is Davey at yours

Race tapped on the contact and scrolled up, suspicious.

Albert: I have to tell him but I just can't

Jack: it's okay, Al. Until you're ready, we can just keep doing what we've been doing

Albert: it just makes me feel bad

Jack: don't feel bad. you don't owe him anything

Jack: you should come over I'm lonely

Albert: you come over here, bitch ;)

Jack: Your the worst

Albert: You're*

Jack: fuck you

Albert: have at it

Jack: unfuck you

Albert: Jack please

Jack: no

Albert: I'm sorry

Albert: I'll earn your trust back I promise

Albert: however you want ;)

Jack: no

Albert: pleaseeeeeeee

Jack: okay

Albert: really???

Jack: No. 

"Jack?" Race asked accusingly. 

"Yes Racer?"

"Who's Albert?"

"Co-worker."

"Are you cheating on Davey with him?"

"What?!"

"You're cheating on Davey with a random co-worker names Albert. First of all, you are scum. Second, who the fuck names their child Albert?"

Jack had to laugh at that. "Nobody names their child Albert. Albert named himself Albert."

"Okay, whatever. Who does that? The point is, I'm going to have to tell Davey, Jack."

"I'm not cheating."

"Okay, yeah. Um. Co-worker. Is this co-worker working on that one show with you and Alissa?"

"Yep."

"So I'm gonna go ask her about this, so you better pray she either covers for your pathetic ass or tells the truth which is that you ain't cheating. I'm talkin' on your knees prayer, Cowboy."

Race stormed out of the apartment and back to his own, leaving Jack's phone behind. He could just talk about it.

"So Jack's cheating on Davey." Race said angrily to Albert as he walked inside. 

"What?" Albert jumped off the couch. 

"Some guy names Albert. Bunch of weird stuff in the DMs."

"Um. Albert?"

"Yeah."

"You happen to know anything about him?"

"Yeah, he works with Jack."

"Shit."

"I know."

"No! Shit as in I know who it is and it's not what you think at all."

"Okay, tell me about it then."

"So that's me. Albert."

Race choked. "Um, excuse, what?"

"I'm Albert."

"Holy shit. Shit. Shit shit shit- My wife and my brother, holy shit, non ti definirei mai una puttana ma, What the fuck?"

"RACE I'M TRANS."

A moment of silence hovered over the two. 

"Okay. My husband and my brother. Or, partner and brother. Whatever. I can't even-"

"Race! Please breathe, you're freaking me out, please listen to me!"

"No! Listen to me! Non capisco! I thought you loved me!"

"I do! I love you! And I have most definitely not been cheating on you with your brother. He's practically a brother to me too, Anthony. Did you forget about the three year long contest that we've been having? First to crack loses and all that?"

Race's face settled into a less heartbroken form. 

"Uh-huh."

"Is that what had you worried?"

"Also the, uh, 'until you're ready, we can just keep doing what we're doing' thing?" A light blush dusted Race's cheeks. 

Albert laughed. "Being trans dudes in secret. There's a whole- it was a joke Davey made."

"Davey knows, too?" 

Albert met Race's eyes. 

"Yeah. He was kind of there when I had a full-on freak out vent thing to Jack because I was confused."

"But why didn't you tell me?" 

Albert put his head down, covering his face with a curtain of red hair, and mumbled something Race couldn't quite get. 

"What's that?"

"I was scared." Albert repeated, still not looking up. 

"Hey," Race reached a hand forward, brushed the hair out of Albert's face, and rested the hand on his cheek, forcing Albert to look at him. "Albert, right?"

Albert nodded. 

"Cute."

"Bullshit, I heard you yelling at Jack."

"Changed my mind. It's perfect for you."

anyone wanna see one of my things I'll literally never finish?????? its newsies ralbert and javid ft trans Albert and trans Jack btw