#you may be asking 'manny what the fuck is this'

[sistersavelorn]

Thinking about Bernard telling Fran that the dress she was wearing for her date was nice in S1E3

[cxrdycxps]

Apologize • Abby Anderson

☢️ Canon typical violence • shitty friends • graphic depictions of injuries • AFAB reader • size kink kinda • Abby is huge • strap sex • thigh riding ☢️

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“I mean, I feel like we may be ignoring the elephant in the room?” You leaned back on your chair and looked around at the people gathered there. “Like realistically you all have to be thinking what I am?”

“Would you like to share?” Abby asked, her arms crossed and her glare leveled at you. “Seeing as you seem to be the only one who knows what you’re talking about?”

One glance at the others assured you that she was wrong. You weren’t the only one who knew. You were the only one brave enough to say it. Mel and Owen were avoiding your look and Manny was straight up staring at the wall.

“You want to travel for weeks, during winter, on some half cocked tip that the guy you’ve been looking for, for years, might be there? And you want to round us up to do this for you?” You asked her, voice growing in volume. “You’re asking us to risk our fucking lives for you to play executioner?”

“You don’t have to go.” Abby sighed, brushing you off. You hadn’t been part of the inner circle for long. Mostly because of your antagonistic relationship with Abby. Owen usually played mediator but right now it seemed he had given up that role. “Just leave now.”

“Abby, I’m gonna say this slowly. I’m going to tell you what we’re all thinking.” You stood from your seat, well aware of Abby’s strength and her abilities. You only had speed on your side if she decided to attack you. “Your dad was going to knife up a thirteen year old girl.”

“He wasn’t going to fucking knife her up.” Abby snapped, taking a threatening step towards you. “He was trying to save everyone.”

“There was no grounds for the studies.” You told her, taking a step back. “I’ve read them. I read every single page of what he had written. It was more than likely going to be a learning curve. He wrote that himself!”

“Joel Miller shot my father in cold blood.” Abby spoke through gritted teeth and you huffed a sigh, sick of the same rhetoric.

“Joel Miller shot the man threatening his little girls life. He felt that same rage you feel now. That little girl was obviously his world and your father was willing to take that from him.” You told her, stepping back again slowly. She was inching towards you. “I know why your dad was doing that. He was a good man Abby. But Ellie was just a child. She didn’t even know what they would have to do to her to get a chance of a chance at a cure.”

“I would’ve done it.” She told you and you saw your opening, grabbing at it with both hands when her shoulders sagged.

“I would have too. But I would never have let my child do it.” You told her softly and she relaxed her jaw before clenching it again. “If it was Owen or Mel or Manny, would you let someone unknowingly kill them?”

“We would’ve-” you held a hand up to Manny, silencing him.

“Would you let them do it to your father?” You knew Manny’s father was a sore spot for him and he fell silent again. “Joel did his duty as a father to Ellie. You heard Marlene’s tapes. You know what he felt for that girl, what he had lost before. He couldn’t do it again Abby and no one should’ve asked him to.”

“It would’ve saved the world!” Abby yelled, arms out wide. You winced and stepped back again. She was a formidable force to be reckoned with and you knew your odds were low if you even tried.

“It might have. It might have just been a dead thirteen year old on your father’s hands and a guilt he would’ve never absolved.” You told her and you didn’t even have time to throw up your hands to protect yourself. She closed the distance in two steps and threw a punch.

You took the hit, head snapping back. Owen stepped in at that point and you held a hand up to your throbbing cheek bone. “She’s not wrong, Abby. You know I loved your old man. But she’s got a point.”

You could feel the swelling starting, your vision blurry from the eye that took the hit. You couldn’t brush off the tears but it was more from the shock of the impact than the pain. “I would want to kill him too. I would want him to suffer for every moment I had to grieve. But you can’t do to Ellie what he did to you. He had a damn good reason.”

“It doesn’t make it hurt any less.” Mel stood, coming to Abby’s side. “We know that Abby. Knowing why he did it might make it hurt all the more. But this is the wrong path to take on. Vigilante justice won’t fix anything.”

“It’ll fix me. There’s a giant gaping wound in me. This will fix it.” Abby’s voice had lost the passion. There was no anger now, just a hollow echo of it. She had lost her fight.

Mel left Abby’s side to check on your face. She pulled your hand down slowly and winced at what she found. “Can you see?”

You didn’t know if you could or not. The eye had begun to swell, your lid barely opening. There was a trickle or warmth down your cheek and Mel’s hand came away bloody.

“Killing Joel won’t heal anything in you.” Your whole jaw ached to talk and you wondered how she could do so much damage with one punch. “It will only make that wound worse. You’ll have no one left to pin the root of your grief on.”

“Come on, let’s get you out of here before she stomps on your head.” Mel sighed, gripping your elbow tightly and leading you towards the entrance to the aquarium. “Good luck explaining this to Isaac.”

“Don’t suppose I can tell him I walked into a door?” You asked, your voice tight with the pain that was setting in heavy.

“Not unless that door was shaped like a fist. I can see each individual finger.” Manny tried to lighten the mood, his voice coming from behind you. You could hear the others talking with Abby and you hoped they would find a way to keep her off the ledge.

“You’re braver than I am.” Mel muttered quietly when you were far enough away from the main group. “I thought no one would say it.”

“You’re all at fault here. She’s been letting that fester for years and you just allowed it?” You asked, wincing when your words muffled. How big were Abby’s hands? Your mouth felt swollen. “You let her focus on that so she wouldn’t focus on you and Owen. Cause you thought she’d never find him.”

“That’s not entirely fair. She drove Owen away.” Mel snapped and you would’ve rolled your eyes if you didn’t think you’d damaged one of them irreparably.

“Into your open arms.” You sighed. “She needed a support system more than ever right at the moment you all let it fall apart.”

///

There wasn’t much to be done at the infirmary back on base. The swelling would go down in a few days, you could see light through the barely there slit when your eyelids where pulled aparet by probing fingers. It meant you probably weren’t blind or permanently disfigured. You did have a headache that seemed to be entering migraine territory.

Mel guessed at concussion on top of a stable fracture to your cheek bone. You knew she was probably right but it didn’t stop you leaving the infirmary and sneaking back to your room, dodging the questions from well meaning colleagues.

You had expected the knock on the door a lot sooner. Mel had been gone on break when you ditched the ward. You thought she would’ve come looking for you right away.

You groaned and pushed yourself out of bed. Your head felt so heavy that it hung forward and took effort to straighten up again. You massaged your temple gently, mindful of the bruising. When the door opened though you flinched and stepped back. Abby was standing there with her arms crossed.

She sucked in a breath at the sight of you and retreated back a step, letting her arms fall limply to her side. You were aware of how you looked and you knew it wasn’t pretty.

Abby didn’t speak. She stared at you, starting from your feet up to your face. Watching you as if she could catalogue your injuries through observation alone. And who knows, maybe she could.

After what felt like hours of staring you blinked your one eye that opened right now at her and held the door open further. She looked from the door back to your face and shook her head, stalking back in the direction of her own room that she shared with Manny.

You stepped out into the hallway and watched her go before shrugging and returning to your room.

///

The days that followed were hell. You didn’t know pain until the following morning when you rolled over as you were waking up and lifted a hand to rub your eye.

You hissed and then winced at the stiffness in your jaw. In the bathroom your mirror told you everything you needed to know that the throbbing in your skull hadn’t told you. You looked way worse, the bruising taking over half your face. You almost swore you could see her imprinted hand like Manny had joked.

Everything hurt and every movement pulled against it. You showered and the water pressure hurt your bruises. Opening your mouth wide enough to brush your teeth made you actually cry. Pulling your hair back even managed to make the pressure in your skull build so you had left it down.

You were pretty sure chewing was out of the question and you had no doubt you were going to have to make a pitstop and beg for one of those good pain injections you knew Mel had on hand.

Isaac had taken you off duty while you were recovering and you were more than grateful for that fact, donning a hoodie and pulling the hood up to cover your face from prying eyes.

Mel wasn’t working in the infirmary that morning but Nora offered a pain injection and some calorie packs to be dissolved in water. You shoved them in your pocket and sat still when she jabbed you with the pain relief.

The canteen happened to have soup on and you grabbed a bowl to take with you, returning to your room to wallow in your own pain and misery. You wondered again how one person could have such strength in them.

Late in the evening a knock came to your door. You opened it, expecting at least one of your friends to visit. Instead it was Abby. You didn’t flinch this time but she did, looking you over again. You opened the door wider again but she only made her observations and left, stalking down the corridor out of sight.

///

The pattern of your days continued this way for the first week. Mel and Nora allowed you three pain injections but you didn’t bother taking the fourth, just accepting calorie packs and retreating to your room.

Abby visited very evening, looked you over and then left. Every evening you offered for her to come in to your room. Every evening she turned on her heel. You were kind of getting used to watching her walk away.

Not for the first time in your life did you wish she was in some way queer. What you would give to climb her like a tree. But unfortunately her only relationship had been Owen and the rare times she had slept with anyone since it was always a man.

Not for lack of women trying. She had shot them all down stating she was in fact straight. It had probably caused more of the antagonism between you both as a means to keep yourself from getting hurt.

On the tenth day your eye was able to open all the way again. You didn’t seem to have any damage to your vision which was a lot more than you had expected if you were being truthful.

The swelling was going down in your face. It still hurt a little to chew and you hadn’t been speaking all that much but you’d soon be fit to return to work.

That evening you waited when Abby knocked instead of answering the door right away. She shifted for a minute, stepping closer to the door and further away again before knocking a second time.

You opened the door but turned away before she could look at you, returning to your bed and pressing play on the movie you had put in just before she arrived. “If you’re coming to have your nightly stare then you better come in and do it.”

Your voice was more of a croak and you had to clear your throat twice to get the words out. It was just from a lack of use because opening your mouth still hurt.

Abby lingered outside your door for a few seconds before she stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind her. There was no light on in the room but you knew the tv was bright enough to show her what she wanted to see.

“Looks better.” She spoke for the first time since you had left her in that aquarium. You hadn’t expected her to but it made for a nice change.

“It is better. No lasting damage to my eye, the headaches are gone and I can open my mouth again.” You didn’t tell her it hurt to open your mouth. She didn’t need to know that. “Just need to be careful with pressure or impact to my cheekbone. It’s a stable fracture right now but any further damage will need surgery.”

Abby flinched in the darkness, almost standing by your bed now. You didn’t look at her, not directly. She hesitated, hand reaching out and dropping back again. “I’m-”

“You can put the clothes on my desk and bring the chair over. Manny sent this movie up for me to watch. He knows I’ve always liked these movies.” You huff and hold the box out to Abby who took it from you. It’s one of those movies that leave you with more questions than answers. You have to ask the older people in the compound about certain elements of the movie and get them explained to you.

Wild Child came out in 2008, a whole five years before the outbreak happened. Watching how teenagers experienced lives back then gave you an understanding of what had been lost.

Abby sets the movie box down and moves to lift the pile of clothes from the chair and place them on your desk as instructed. The opening scene of the movie begins and you focus on it.

///

You woke alone the clothes back in a pile on your chair and the television switched off. An extra blanket had been placed over you and you didn’t have to ask why with the temperature of the room. Winter had landed in Seattle.

Your bruises were fading, mostly just the point of impact a weird shade just off your usual skin tone. The swelling had also receded and while opening and closing your mouth caused stiffness, it didn’t really hurt that much.

Nora’s probing fingers still made you wince in the infirmary, indicating the fracture wasn’t healed enough to let you back on active duty. Something she reiterated to Isaac who ordered you take a few more days. You didn’t argue with him even though you wanted to. You knew better than that.

That night you and Abbey watched Pitch Perfect. Another movie that left you with many questions. You had a fascination with high school and college. You would’ve been facing all of it right now had nothing happened.

Right as the movie ended Abby whispered your name. You pretended not to hear her, letting your eyes fall shut to see what she would do. She eased herself from the chair quietly and moved it back to its place. The weight of a second blanket landed over you again.

Most surprising was the delicate stroke of her finger over the point of impact her fist had made almost two weeks beforehand. “I’m sorry.”

You hadn’t let her say it. Interrupting her each time. Neither of you talked besides you telling Abby what the movie would be called. And her aborted attempt to apologize each time.

///

“Boo fucking yah, baby. Back and better than ever.” You swung yourself up onto the bed of the truck and slapped your hand down on Manny’s shoulder. “Get the fuck out of my seat, big man.”

Manny grunted but shifted over to the passenger side. Owen and Nora hauled themselves up onto the bed of the truck, Alice taking her place at their feet. “How are you feeling?”

“Nora, thanks to your excellent care I am a new woman.” You pumped your fist before revving your engine and tearing out of the compound as fast as you could with shouts of complaints from the others. “I’m so fucking excited to be outside that I think I’m actually high off fresh air.”

“You’re fucking crazy, is what you are.” Manny laughed from the passenger seat as you raised a gear and hit the road, swerving around abandoned vehicles. “You know people used to just drive all over the country and call them road trips? They’d just drive all day. For fun.”

“None of them ever drive with you. Nothing fun about it.” Owen called and you rolled your eyes at his withdrawn tone. You didn’t like Owen all that much. Mostly cause he had what you had wanted and had given it all up. For Mel. A downgrade if you were being honest.

“Shut up, Owen. She’s enjoying freedom and still having sight in both eyes.” Manny cheered and you pumped your fist again. “Both hands on the wheel!”

The patrol had been successful, scouting warehouses further out of the territory the WLF owned. There was great rewards in an old movie rental place and you even got to take down two runners.

When you returned the keys to the truck and your weapons you found Abby waiting at the door to the canteen, arms crossed. She barely spoke to Owen or Nora, slapping her palm to Manny’s when he held his out. She gave you the typical once over you had grown so used to.

There was no longer evidence of your injury. Your cheekbone had healed, you were as loud as ever and yet Abby still visited your room every night to check on you.

“I didn’t know Isaac approved your return to active duty yet.” It was the most she had said to you in a month and you froze in place like a scolded child.

“Last minute decision he made this morning. The others needed an extra set of hands and Nora signed me off two days ago.” You weren’t sure why you were explaining yourself. Or why you were so nervous when Abby stepped closer to you. You didn’t retreat though, not this time.

“How did it go?” She asked quietly, another step in your direction. You swallowed your nerves when she entered your personal space, the tip of her boots barely a hair’s breadth from yours. “See any scars or infected?”

“Um, a few runners. Nothing major.” You told her and she smiled blandly, her hand raising to your face. You flinched minutely and she froze but you moved closer, granting her permission to touch you. Her thumb soothed the barely these scar from where the impact of the very hand that she was being so gentle with right now had split your flesh that day.

“What’s on the watch list tonight?” She asked softly. You were too lost in the caress of her thumb to answer her and she chuckled, letting her hand fall. “You hear me?”

“Sorry, what?” You blinked at her and she laughed again, lowly so that only you would hear it. She took a step back and you snapped back to the present instead of floating above your body. “Oh, uh. I found the fourth Harry Potter movie. So now we’ve the full set and can watch them.”

“Eight movies to watch.” She hummed and you nodded. “That’s a lot of time spent together.”

“Mhmm.” You nodded and she laughed at how distracted you clearly were.

“I’ll see you later then.”

///

You knew how it looked. It looked bad. It looked desperate. It looked like you were the unluckiest bastard on this earth. It looked like you were an idiot.

A knock sounded at the door.

It looked like you were out of time.

Abby let herself into your room while you stood frozen with your back to her. You heard the steps she took and then how she paused a little away from you. Your shoulders tensed and she took another step closer.

“If you wanted me in your bed that bad you only had to ask.” She laughed quietly and your shoulders relaxed. The broken chair no longer an omen of all things bad. You had been standing on it while changing a lightbulb and the leg had given up.

The chair had been old when you had gotten it. That had been years ago. You weren’t surprised just more annoyed at the timing. “I was changing a lightbulb.”

“Is that right? You get it changed?” Abby asked as you turned to face her. Your breath hitched. It hadn’t been warm in months in Seattle. Especially not on base in the concrete rooms without insulation.

But there Abby was in a tank top and sweatpants like it was the middle of summer. You wanted the ground to open and swallow you now because you knew you’d embarrass yourself.

Her shoulders and arms were bared to you, the muscle definition making you feel physically faint. You wanted her to pick you up and toss you around. You were half tempted to piss her off enough that she’d punch you again.

“Well, did you?” You blinked at Abby for several long seconds before realizing she had asked a question. One you hadn’t heard because you were too busy wondering if there was a position that would let you grind on her bicep.

“Did I what?” You asked her, shaking your head. She looked up to the lightbulb and back to your hand. It was an empty socket and you had two bulbs in your hand. She held her hand out to you.

“Give it here.” You handed the new bulb over and she reached up, just barely stretching herself and slotted the bulb in. You reached out for the switch and grinned when the light came on just to turn it back off. It was too bright for movie night.

“You’re handy to have around, you know that?” You asked her with a smile and she laughed at you. You kicked the broken chair out of the way and crawled into the inner corner of your bed.

“I’ve got plenty more skills where that came from.” She assured you while you arranged the pillows. When you turned to look at her strained voice you found her staring at you. Or well, your ass.

You pursed your lips and tucked yourself into the corner of your bed, hitting play on the tv. Abby only hesitated for a moment before sitting down on the bed and kicking her shoes off.

She leaned back against the headboard of your bed, one long leg stretched in front of her, the other bent at the knee. Her muscle definition was apparent through her sweatpants and you wanted to ride her thigh so bad you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from saying it.

This pattern continued for the length of the eight days it took to watch Harry Potter. She sat the same way each night and each night you watched her thigh and her arm closest to you more than you watched the movie.

As per tradition at this point, Abby would say your name at the end of the movie and then usually tuck you in except this time she didn’t say anything when the credits rolled and you realized she was asleep.

You wanted to wake her, let her go back to her room. But she was fast asleep and she had slid most the way down the bed that she wasn’t going to hurt herself to sleep in that position. You turned the movie off and turned your back to her and let her sleep.

///

Warm. It was so fucking warm. Your body was melting, you were almost sure of it. You blinked your eyes open and groaned quietly. Was the compound on fire or something? What was with the heat?

Your body froze at the huff of breath against your neck. Abby surrounded you right now and you could feel her all over. She had managed to spoon you during the night, your head pillowed on her bicep, her other hand wrapped around your waist. Her big hand rested on your sternum, right between your breasts and you couldn’t help the pulse of arousal.

Her face was tucked up against your neck and her steady breathing let you know she hadn’t woken yet. So you did the cowardly thing and relaxed back into her hold, letting yourself enjoy it.

You drifted off to sleep again apparently because when you woke Abby was shifting around behind you but hadn’t actually moved away yet. “What time ‘s it?”

Abby froze when you spoke but you felt her twist to look at your clock. “Uh, early. Almost eight.”

“Got anywhere to be?” You asked, your hand moving to stop the slow retreat of her arm around your waist. She froze again and you waited for her to make a decision.

“Not until twelve. I’m headed out with Owen and Nora.” She was whispering right in your ear and you couldn’t help the shiver.

“Mm, you’re heading out with me, Owen and Mel.” You corrected her, shuffling back into her hold. “It’ll be fun, me and the love triangle that hates me.”

“Hates you? Does it look like I hate you?” Abby asked and you hummed, shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t hate you.”

“Then go back to sleep, Abs.” You huffed and she laughed against your neck, tightening her arms around you.

///

“Owen, get out of my passenger seat right the fuck now.” You pulled yourself up onto the bed of the truck and Owen looked panicked. Mel shared his look and you stared between them. “What?”

“Abby is coming with us.” Mel told you quietly like it was a secret. “We weren’t aware that you were driving.”

“I know Abby is coming?” You looked between them, confused. “That’s why I want Owen out of the passenger seat.”

Abby arrived on the scene and pulled herself up, looking between all three of you. “Am I interrupting something here?”

“We didn’t know you two had been cleared to work together.” Mel spoke up against the silence and you laughed. “She shattered your cheek bone, it’s a viable worry.”

“Firstly, it was a stable fracture. It’s all healed up and I’m not saying I deserved it but we all know why I got it.” You slotted yourself into the drivers seat. “Besides, Abby apologized.”

“Apologized?” Mel asked, dubious. Owen moved from the passenger seat, his eyes narrowed between you both as Abby took his place.

“That thing that neither of you ever did after screwing around behind my back?” Abby asked and the truck fell silent. You bit your lip to hide your smile before starting your engine.

Mel and Owen took their seats quickly and you tore out of the compound with a whoop and an accompanied bark from Shadow.

The patrol stayed quiet, moving from building to building in silence. It was driving you up the wall. You kept Shadow with you, moving around each room, checking for anything that might be of use.

“Think they might hate me as much as they hate you now?” You didn’t jump when Abby spoke but you did have to fight the urge. You turned from where you were rifling through a cabinet to find her leaning on the door frame. She took up the whole door way and you salivated just a little.

“Nope. Because you only repeated what I already called them out on.” You told her, returning to your cabinet which just seemed to hold old office supplies.

“You called them out on sneaking around behind my back?” Abby asked. You could hear her walking closer as you tossed decaying reams of paper out of your way.

“Mhmm.” You hummed, stuffing some markers in your bag. There were still in the packaging so you had high hopes they hadn’t dried out yet. She stopped behind you, you could feel her body heat.

“Why would you do that?” She asked and you shrugged, shuffling sideways to the next cabinet, she followed you. “When did you do it?”

“Like five minutes after you broke my face.” You shrugged and found bags of rubber bands that had all eroded with age. You tossed them all aside before standing up. You still didn’t turn around but you knew Abby was close behind you. She pressed closer when you were straightened up.

“Why would you come to my defense right after I had hurt you?” She asked, her large hands coming to rest either side of yours on the counter top. She was flush against you, her size difference almost overwhelming.

“Because no one ever seemed to come to your defense.” You told her honestly and you felt her huff a laugh against your hair. One of her arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you back tight against her. “I figured someone should.”

“Thank you.” You knew you probably weren’t imagining the barely there kiss to the crown of your head but a low growl from Shadow had you both spring apart.

“There’s something in here with us.” Abby muttered, loading her gun. You copied her actions and backed away from the door, maneuvering to the left of it while Abby took the right so you could both see either angle.

Whilst you and Abby had never gotten on, you were flawless patrol partners and it was evident in how you both worked, taking out two runners and a clicker with enough time for you to be sitting on a table, legs swinging and Abby to be thumbing through a magazine so weathered she couldn’t possibly be reading it.

That was how Owen and Mel found you both and they shared a look between themselves at both of your casual displays and the pile of infected between you both.

“Everything okay?” Owen asked cautiously. You looked up at him and smiled, hopping off the table. “Any injuries?”

“Nope. I got one runner and Abby got the other two.” A fact she was annoyingly proud of and you were irrationally bothered by. “You did good, Abs. I might let you be the little spoon tonight.”

Everyone in the room froze but you and Shadow who followed you out past a frozen Mel and Owen toward the truck. Soon the other three followed you, Abby slipping into your passengers seat. She was fighting a smile so you knew you weren’t in trouble with her.

///

You had gotten so used to Abby letting herself in that you had kind of forgotten that she did it. So when you stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel on and found her sitting on your bed, you didn’t really know what to do.

She gave you the usual once over before smiling at you. It wasn’t a nice smile. It was mean. Something that made your stomach fill with nerves and a wet pulse start up between your legs.

She was sitting on your bed, both legs stretched out in front of her. She patted a hand to her lap and you stared at her, incredulous. “Come on sweetheart, we both know you want this.”

You moved towards her hesitantly and paused a few steps from the bed. “You came early.”

“I did. I was hoping to talk about that little spoon comment but right now I don’t care. Sit on my lap.” It wasn’t much of a question, not the way she phrased it. You swallowed roughly again, looking back to the bathroom.

Abby wouldn’t hurt you. She also wouldn’t judge you if you wanted to retreat right now. You knew both of those things to be fact. The truth was that you didn’t want to retreat. She knew that.

It was an awkward shuffle getting onto her lap but that’s where she took over, maneuvering you so that you were straddling one thigh, one hand on her shoulder for balance and the other holding your towel together. “You don’t think I know that you’re watching me all the damn time?”

“I thought, I didn’t think you were into women.” You told her, suddenly shy in the face of this abrasive, domineering Abby. She only huffed a laugh and shook her head.

“I’m not. Never have been.” She told you and you froze in place, unsure where this was going. She bent her knee, her thigh tensing and you couldn’t help the moan, falling forward so your face was in the curve where her neck met her shoulder. “I’m sure as fuck into you though. I don’t know what it means but I know what I want to do about it.”

“Abby.” You whispered and her hands landed on your hips, pushing and pulling you into a slow grind against her thigh. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it. I’m gonna fuck you.” She promised. When your hips had taken the rhythm she found acceptable her hands began to move. One travelled up the length of your back, up your neck, to cup the back of your head, holding you in place against her. The other tugged your towel free. “Gonna let you hump my thigh first like a bitch in heat. Then I’m gonna get my fingers into you, see how tight your little hole is.”

You whined against her neck, the friction of her sweatpants and the heat of her words had you burning up. “Please.”

“Yeah, you’ll beg me so pretty. Cause once you come on my fingers I’m getting down there to taste you. Cause I know you’ll be the best fucking meal I’ll ever have.” She groaned in your ear and your hands travelled to her biceps, your nails digging in. “And once I’ve done all of that? I’m gonna fuck you with my strap.”

“You, where’d you?” You were barely able to get your thoughts together enough to ask her about the strap. “Why?”

“Just cause I wasn’t fucking women doesn’t mean I wasn’t fucking anyone.” Your head tipped back when your breathing sped up. You lost the rhythm on her thigh just bucking against her as your orgasm washed over you. Abby leaned forward and the harsh bite of her teeth made you scream. “Not over yet, Sweet Girl. Just getting started.”

///

“Abby, Abby, Abby.” Every stroke of her cock had you chanting her name. She had you on all fours, her large hands on your hips and pulling you back on her forcefully. You weren’t sure if you knew words other than her name and please. She had fucked it all out of you.

One hand slid from your hip up your front and with a hand around your neck she pulled you up so your back was flush against her chest. Her grip on your neck was loose but you felt your breathing hitch. “Oh you like that.”

Her hand tightened around your neck and you gave in entirely, your orgasm washing over you and your mouth falling open in ecstasy as Abby wrung every last drop of pleasure from your body.

She pushed against you, friction from the strap driving her towards her own orgasm as she humped against you desperately. She some how managed to control the fall after coming so that you were both on your side.

“Thought you wanted to be the little spoon this time?” You asked her breathlessly and she huffed a laugh from behind you.

“Thought I fucked that attitude out of you.”

[abbyandersonslove]

♡ May Her Love Guide Me ♡

Plot Summary: You’re a Seraphite and you catch Abby’s eye one day while she’s out on patrol

Warnings: Kidnapping, canon typical violence, not so canon typical Abby, mention of gunshots, mild religious undertones, loss of consciousness and slight angst

Word Count: 1.7k

 

Abby Anderson was madly and indisputably in love with the enemy. Every negative feeling, every Scar she had killed suddenly left her mind when she laid eyes on this girl. It was supposed to be just another patrol. Clear out the area Issac was having problems with, and leave. No big deal. That’s what Abby had thought when she left the stadium, and what she continued to think until she saw you.

When she first laid eyes on you, she had just removed her foot from a Scar’s smashed in head. She had turned to see where Manny was and locked eyes with you. Her heart dropped. Fuck, you were beautiful, she could never bring herself to kill you. Your hair was done in intricately woven braids that she had no clue how to even attempt, but she would learn them in an instant if it meant getting close to you. Your brown leather robe shone in the dim light from Seattle’s constant onslaught of rain. For once, Abby thought the traditional scars marking all Seraphites were endearing, not a hideous proclamation of stupidity. You trembled slightly, holding your drawn bow. Blood splattered your clothing and face, you looked deeply frightened. You, Manny and Abby were the only people left here.

“What should we do with this señora?” Manny asks Abby cockily, knowing they had the upper hand here. Abby is conflicted on how to answer. On one hand, she wants to do her job as Issac’s right-hand woman and get the job done but on the other hand, she wants to spend the rest of her life with you, protecting and loving you. Wait what? Abby’s lost her fucking mind. She can’t want this. Maybe she should just kill you right here, right now and absolve any feelings she has. But the thought of killing you makes her sick. She should let you go back to your village. Maybe that would stop the Scars from invading on territory that isn’t theirs. But then she might never see you again. “Abs? Hello? Have you suddenly been surrounded by overwhelming guilt for all your actions? Joking. I know you’d never feel remorse for these pendejos. Seriously though, she we take her into custody?” Abby didn’t think about that. They could take you back to the FOB. That way, she’d be able to see you every day, but you’d be tortured for information. Possibly until death. Abby doesn’t want that either.

Abby’s head was swimming with anxiety and guilt, but her mouth speaks before she can make up her mind. “Let’s take her back to the FOB, she’ll have information Issac can use” Abby says, adjusting her backpack straps. Abby points her gun in your direction. “If you move or resist, I will shoot you” Abby says. The words demand confidence, but her voice betrays her. If they can take you back to the FOB, at least Abby can keep an eye on you. “Please, I have a little sister I have to take care of” you say, shaking. “Haven’t you taken enough precious lives?” “Shut up Scar, we don’t need your whole life story” Manny says, sneering in your direction. Abby regrets that she gives you a small sympathetic smile. She knew this wouldn’t work out, so why was she entertaining the idea? She needed a good sleep and some time with Alice and that would shake her out of things.

For now, Abby tries to push you out of her mind. You were encroaching on WLF territory after all. Gun still pointed in your direction; she advances towards you slowly. Manny follows suit and closes in behind you. He swiftly grabs you by the shoulders, causing you to lose the tension on your bow and drop it. You had been holding it drawn the entire time but never struck. Why was that? You started to cry, saying something unintelligible. Abby had to look away and step behind Manny. “If she tries anything I’ll shoot her” Abby says flourishing her gun. “Truck should still be parked where we left from. It’s a bit of a walk though.” Manny begins walking down the road, shoving you along in front. You try to look behind you, but Manny takes a hand off your shoulders and grabs your head. “Eyes in front señora. I am not against putting a bullet through your head,” he says shoving you a bit harder down the road.

Abby has checked out mentally, she’s cold, tired and covered in muck. She wants more than anything to be back in her room, freshly showered, watching one of Manny’s anime movies. But no, she’s here in the piss pouring rain, kidnapping the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen. She thinks about her dad. He wouldn’t want this for his girl. She wishes things had turned out differently. If her dad hadn’t died, she’d still live in Salt Lake City, still be in her boring but stable relationship with Owen, Mel wouldn’t completely hate her and most of all, she would’ve never met you. She can’t dwell on this other life for too long. It made her want scream and cry.

By the time Abby has clocked back into reality, they’re approaching the truck. Manny has been talking for God knows how long about his latest fling. “Yeah man, that’s great,” Abby says non-convincingly, having very little clue who he was actually talking about. “I might actually see this one again,” Manny says excitedly. “You say that about a lot of people Manny, be real with yourself here,” Abby says, going ahead of you and Manny to grab some rope off the truck. She jumps off the back of the truck and lands in front of you, Manny moves to your side, holding your arms to your side so that Abby can tie you up.

While tying you up, Abby can look anywhere but your face. Usually, this part gives her a massive power trip but now, all Abby can feel is regret. Your cheeks are stained in tears, and your choked out sobs barely come out with how much you’ve been crying. She looks you in the eyes, for a second, she thinks she sees your expression change briefly, but as soon as it’s there, it’s gone. She kneels down on one knee to finish her work with a knot and flicks her head towards Manny. He lets go of you. “You’re not going to get away with this, her love will come and save me,” you say, wiggling around in your binds. “If you keep moving around like that, you’re gonna get rope burn,” Abby says partially because she doesn’t want to see you get hurt, but on the other hand, she wants you to know that it’s stupid to try and escape this.

“We better get going Abs, Issac wanted us back a while ago,” Manny says climbing into the back of the truck. Abby grabs you bridal style and steps onto the back of the truck. She places you down on the floor of the truck and sits behind you, legs caging you from getting up. “All clear,” Manny yells to driver and the truck starts moving. Abby tries to make small talk with Manny, but your whispered prayers distract her. You look up from the floor, first at Manny, then at Abby. She tries to look anywhere but you. Craning your neck to try and get eye contact with Abby, you say, “I see how you look at me. Is it regret? Is it longing? You feel remorse about what you’re doing to me, so why not let me go?” Abby looks down at you frustratedly. She hates that you’ve clocked her already. “Just shut up Scar, you’re already in a hole, don’t dig yourself deeper,” Abby says. She thinks about your words, she does long for you, and she regrets coming here today. Fuck, right now she regrets even joining the WLF. Maybe in another life, Abby thinks. Maybe in another life the two of us aren’t so different.

Back at the FOB, things are pretty quiet. It’s around 7 and most of the evening patrols left an hour ago. Issac is in one of the nearby medical tents, talking to Nora. When he sees you, Abby and Manny, he quickly excuses himself. “You two should have been back an hour ago. What the fuck happened out there?” Issac asks, annoyance laced in his tone. “There were a lot more Scars than you had told us about. And this señora was providing a bit of difficulty,” Manny says matter of factly. “We think she may have some information to give you,” he adds.

You struggle in your binds of rope. “If you think I’m going to willingly give up information, you’re mistaken,” you spit in Issac’s direction, punctuated with a glare. He looks down at you with general disinterest in his eyes. “We’ll see about that, Scar,” he says, applying pressure to several points on your neck. You try and escape his grasp but you quickly fall unconscious. He picks you up and talks over his shoulder to Abby and Manny. “You two are dismissed, you may go back to the stadium.”

Abby feels numb, she wants to turn around and grab you from Issac, never looking back once but she knows better. “We missed the shuttle truck from here to the stadium. We’ll have to walk home,” Manny says, stretching out his arms and legs. What a great way to end a great day, Abby thinks.

As the pair walk out the gate, Abby looks back one more time. Maybe by tomorrow you’ll be dead, beaten to death by Issac. But that won’t stop her from at least coming to check on you. She knows this whole idea is crazy, but just for a while, she wants to savour it as if it could happen. So tomorrow she’ll come back, but until then, you’ll occupy her thoughts and dreams.

Authors note: My first real post on this blog! Reblogs and notes are super appreciated <3

[melinoelliones]

You and Abby were never the closest, if anything Mel made you despise the girl, so how did you end up in her bed?

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: Fingering, cursing, praise, enemies to lovers if you squint, pussy eating, cum eating!! fem reader

1.5k words

This was so rushed, please forgive me Abby lovers, I am one of you I promise, I will do better next time!!!! I have many more Abby pieces comin.

“Well would you look at that, your underwear is soaked yet you said you hate me”? The girl chuckled, never taking her eyes off of you as you scowled. “You think you’re funny?”, “Not really, but I do think I know a girl begging for my touch when I see one”

You and Abby were never the closest to each other, you met through Manny but only really had very surface level conversations. Yet here you were, in the room they shared down to your intimates with her while Manny left to grab food, who would’ve guessed.

“You can just give in you know”, “I bet that's what you’d want” you spat, her eyebrows rising in shock as a smirk emerged on her face, “Spicy one aren’t ya, I like that, but let’s see how long it lasts huh?”.

Before you could even get a word out she was already on top of you, her knee between your legs, pressing ever so softly on your sensitive core resulting in a small moan from you. 

“Oh, you like that?” Abby teased, shifting her weight onto that knee to help soothe the ache, your eyes avoiding hers. “Oh c’mon, no need to be so shy” she cooed, your face heating up as hers moved closer.

“Who said I’m shy?” you stuttered, your cheeks heating up slightly, “hmm I don’t know, the fact that you can’t even look me in the eye says enough dontcha think?”. Abby always had that effect on you, you always tried to brush it off but yet it always came back, she made you overly nervous but you always found yourself gravitating to her, even if Mel warned you about her.

Before you could even think of a rebuttal Abby shifted back to sit on her knees, her happy trail on display as your eyes wandered her body. All she had on was a pair of boxer shorts and a sports bra but fuck she looked so good, almost effortlessly. “Like what you see?”, “Oh, shut up” you sighed sarcastically, rolling your eyes as she smoothed back her signature braid before placing herself between your thighs, her knee still wet from your underwear.

“Abby I~” “Don’t worry, I’m here” she reassured, trailing sweet kisses along your inner thighs, nibbling down on your pillowy skin as it melted at her touch. She knew it was your first time, you guys had discussed it while Manny was there, that may or may not have been the reason why he suddenly was ‘so hungry’ and ‘needed to go get everyone food’.

You felt as her kisses inched closer and closer to the source of the burning heat between your legs, your heartbeat fastening with every passing second before you felt her fingers tug at the fabric covering you. “Let's take these off, is that okay?” she asked, wanting to make sure you were still up to this. 

She observed you hesitate slightly before nodding, it wasn't as if you didn’t want this, it was actually quite the opposite but the nerves were still there. “Just like that?” she smiled sincerely, entangling damp thin fabric around her fingers, sliding them off to reveal the sopping messing before her, it almost glistening as she took a breath.

“Fuuck, well would you look at that” she groaned, shaking the smirk off her face as she dived right in, coating your slick folds in her saliva before placing her soft lips around your clit, the warmth from them sending the softest of shivers down your body. 

Abby lapped her tongue around your throbbing bud, sucking on it every so often as to never neglect it, “I~It feels so good” you moaned, earning yourself a chuckle from her against your skin. “Oh I bet it does” she grumbled against you, pulling away to look at your heated face.

“You’re basically dripping” the girl grinned, using her forefingers to part your lips as she took in the sight of your precum leak out from you, her eyebrows furrowing in desire as she took in the sight before her. She wanted nothing more than to absolutely devour you whole, tongue fuck you till your body had nothing else to give, but maybe not for your first time.

“I’ll take it slow okay?” she glowed, slipping a single digit into you with no effort, your body taking her so well. She took her time with you, slowly gliding it in and out of you, “Abby please” you whined wanting more.

“Please what? C’mon you got it, tell me what you want” she looked up at you, she wanted to hear you say it, say how much you want her to fuck you with more fingers, one was never enough was it. “I can’t help you if you don’t”. 

Swallowing your pride you spoke up, “P~Please, Abby I need more”, “as you wish princess” she teased, wasting no time in sliding another finger in, bringing another whine from you to the surface, turning her on even more. She loved the sound of your needy voice asking her for anything, she knew that took a lot.

Your body attempted to toss and turn as while filled you with her fingers, she was knuckles deep as her tips grazed your sweet spot. Holding your hips with her spare hand you cried, “Abby I’m so c~cl” “hang on for me” she cut you off, not wanting you to cum like this.

“What are yo~ fuuuck fuck” you mewled, rolling your head back into the pillow as she latched herself back onto your swollen clit, flicking the tip of her tongue against it before suckling on it. The girl was almost as heated as you at this point, her eyes half lidded while taking care of you.

Abby chuckled to herself as she felt your hands against her head, pulling her into you as close as you could, at this point you were desperate for her to help you reach the end. “Aha, easy tiger” she growled, the vibrations of her words helping you edge closer and closer.

Your body was at its limit, your hips rolling against the girls fingers as she fastened the pace of her fingers, practically pounding at your sweet spot as you choked out pure curses and whimpers, “go on, I know you wanna” she murmured between breaths, knowing exactly what you needed.

As if on cue you came, the burn in your stomach cooling itself off little by little as you painted her fingers white with your release. “Atta girl” she praised you, slowing down the pace of her fingers just enough to let you ride out your orgasm, also not wanting to let any of your arousal seep out.

Abby rose to her knees as she watched your body relaxed below her, your eyes full of nothing but lust and high as they met hers, you were just perfect. “Well would you look at that”, she announced, burrowing her digits in your sensitive cunt one last time to catch every last drop of you, rising them up to show you before sucking you off them. She was now hooked on the taste of you, even if it was the first time, not that you’d want any other conclusion of course. 

As you attempted to sit up your thighs trembled, knocking you back down sharply. “Easy there, I got you” she cooed, helping you back against the headboard whilst settling beside you, pulling the covers over the both of you as you thanked her.

“I think it’s only right that you get a taste too” Abby smirked, pulling your face towards her till your lips met. With your pride already down the drain you took the first move, slipping your tongue into hers, she was not expecting for you to take that leap. A moan from you rolled into her mouth whilst as she deepened the kiss, not wanting to let you to have all the fun, the flavour of you coming from her mouth sending you into overdrive.

As the kiss started to heaten up you both jumped, the noise of the door unlocking snapping the two of you out of the trance, a trail of saliva still connecting you to as she pulled back. Shouting emerged as you heard the door open and close, “Aye sorry I took so long, I couldn’t cut in line this tim~” Manny cut himself off, his eyes darting straight to the soiled underwear on the floor, then to the both of you huddled under Abby’s sheets.

“Am I interrupting somethin~” “no you’re fine we were just er, chilling” the girl protested however Manny was no idiot, “right….. Well, foods on the counter” he laughed, backing away to the kitchen. “Just to let you know, you’re a bad fuckin liar” he jested, plopping himself on his bed with no care in the world.

Abby had no intention of letting him get in the way of what you guys were doing, the curtain on her bedframe had more than one use and she intended to show you, the night was only just beginning.

[satansapostle6]

Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content. Violence.

“Heartbeat”

“The Angel From My Nightmare”

There was a war going on in Rodrick Heffley’s head. An even bigger one than usual. He nearly drank maple syrup at breakfast that Friday morning.

“Are you okay, Rodrick?” Greg asked him. “You seem even more stupid than usual. Which is saying something.”

“Shut up, you little butt muncher!” he snapped, throwing a grape at his younger brother.

“Rodrick, sweetie, be nice,” Susan Heffley frowned as she sat down for breakfast with the boys, feeding Manny. “But Greg’s right, you seem irritable. Is there something on your mind?”

“No, Mom,” he huffed impatiently.

“Is it that girl you were seeing? Bill’s sister?” his mother assumed.

“No, Mom! It’s nothing,” Rodrick insisted.

The truth was, he hadn’t spoken to, or even looked in the same direction of, Sara for weeks.

“She didn’t try to go too fast with you, did she?” Susan asked in a panic she had created herself.

“Mom!” Rodrick exclaimed, appalled.

“Susan…”

Frank wasn’t of much help. And neither was Greg, who just laughed.

“You know, I knew girls like her in high school. Developed too early, started making mistakes with boys…” the woman trailed off, adjusting her glasses as she shuddered at the thought.

“Ugh, why is everyone being so weird?!” Rodrick groaned, earning looks from everyone at the table.

He got up, completely abandoning the food despite his hunger.

“I’m out of here!” he announced dramatically as his father just widened his eyes, returning to that morning’s paper.

Rodrick angrily grabbed his backpack, which was practically empty, running out to the van as he sped off to school, so distracted he nearly hit a parked car on the way out of their neighborhood.

“Fuck!” Rodrick yelled within the safety of his van as he arrived at the high school. “I’m starving,” he realized.

Meanwhile, Sara wasn’t having a great start to her day, either.

“Sara Walter.”

Sara reluctantly stood up in her home room class, walking up to her ancient history teacher’s desk as she waited for him to hand her her test back.

“Hmm. Sara Walter… You wouldn’t happen to be related to a student I had a while back, would you?” Mr. Emerson thought aloud. “Bill Walter?”

“Yes. I am,” she crossed her arms, not in the mood for conversation, let alone polite conversation.

“Huh. I can certainly see the resemblance,” the man chuckled at his own joke, gesturing to her dark makeup and shaggy blonde hair through laughter. “Bill Walter. Wow. What a throwback… Did he ever mention me?”

“Yes,” she responded.

“Oh really? What did he have to say?” the man asked her with a burning curiosity.

“That you’re a Confederate sympathizer, and you smell like an onion farted,” Sara recalled perfectly. “May I have my text back, please?”

She watched as his face fell.

“Yes, I suppose, here it is,” Mr. Emerson said in embarrassment.

She grabbed the test, slumping back down in her seat as she sighed at the C-. Not her finest work, but certainly not her worst, either.

“Girl, are you okay?” Lauren Do asked quietly. “You seem like you hate this class more than usual.”

“I’m fine,” she sighed. “I finally have a Friday off, but my mom wants me to take Connor to a birthday party, at the roller rink.”

“Oh. I’ll come with you,” the girl volunteered. “We can stand off to the side and people-watch.”

“Thanks,” Sara nodded appreciatively, “That sounds like about all I can handle. Not like I have too many plans as of late, anyway.”

“Whatever happened to you and Rodrick?” Lauren asked her. “You two looked so hot together.”

“Rodrick’s… nothing,” Sara concluded coldly.

“Ew, what a dumbass,” her best friend said in disgust.

“Tell him, not me.”

Later that day, at lunch, Sara and Lauren sat out in the courtyard together, as Sara decided to spend her time drawing her friend as a pinup. It was entertaining, and it took her mind off the gaping void.

Sara sat on the cement with her knees up to her chest, drawing frustratedly as she occasionally looked around her at the world, hating it every time. She eventually looked up, facing the exit out of the school, as three all-too-familiar guys came walking out. She looked down quickly, returning to her drawing as she spotted Rodrick. Luckily, they hadn’t made eye contact.

But, unfortunately, it seemed Lauren and Sara were so far off to the side, they hadn’t noticed either of them as they walked past, having a loud conversation amongst themselves.

“You should ask Vicky to the prom,” Ben laughed as he teased Chris.

“No way. I’m not tying myself down to anyone. Especially not Vicky,” Chris Merkle scoffed.

Ben nodded approvingly. “Girlfriends are overrated as fuck, dude. Why have one girl sometimes, when you can have all the girls, all the time?”

“Hell yeah, man,” Rodrick ad-libbed emptily.

Chris just shook his head at him, amused by his stupidity. Sara did the same thing, but for another reason. She felt she couldn’t have expected anything else; why would Rodrick Heffley, of all people, have the balls to be the contrarian in a group of teenage boys convinced that monogamy was the stupidest human invention?

*****

Later that day, Rodrick and the other boys picked up their band mate to hang out at the dirty part of the park, smoking different things together where no one else liked to go.

“Yo, Rod,” Bill said, coughing on the joint he was sharing with Chris.

Rodrick turned to look at him, enjoying a cigarette by himself.

“Wanna go to the store?” he asked. “I want some chips.”

“Yeah,” Rodrick nodded, as both of them stood.

“Get me an Arizona!” Ben called.

“Me too!” Chris said as he took the joint. “And barbecue chips!”

Rodrick and Bill walked off towards the grocery store down the street.

“Want some?” Rodrick asked, offering him the cigarette.

“Yeah. Thanks,” Bill nodded, taking a quick drag before handing it back. “Yo. What’s going on with you and my sister?” he asked suddenly.

Rodrick winced at the topic, looking at him awkwardly. “Nothing.”

“Nah, not nothing,” Bill insisted, wheezing through his cotton mouth, “You and Sara haven’t talked in like forever. Both of you avoid each other when she takes me home from practice, and you change the topic when I bring her up.”

He just stared at his older band mate, not used to hearing him think so coherently.

“Dude, I’m not an idiot,” Bill said as Rodrick tried not to laugh at the irony. “I notice things.”

But he still didn’t say anything. He couldn’t think of anything.

“Look, not to be that guy,” he said readily, “But I thought you and my sister were crazy about each other. The chemistry was, like, unreal. Did the date go bad? Did one of you do something?”

“No, no,” Rodrick said automatically, feeling bad, “Nothing like that…”

“Then, what happened?” Bill questioned. “Why won’t you talk to Sara? I thought you liked her.”

“I do,” Rodrick promised, seeing the way this genuinely bothered Bill, “I do like her.”

“Then why the cold shoulder?” Bill asked. “Is it you, is it her, is it both of you…? I can’t even tell.”

“It—It’s me,” Rodrick Heffley sighed.

“Why?” Bill asked him.

“I don’t know, I just… Me? A girlfriend?” Rodrick thought, “It just doesn’t sound right.”

“Why not, man? You’re a catch!” his friend encouraged him.

“No, it’s not that…”

“Then what is it?” Bill asked.

He sighed, trying to explain. “I don’t know, man. It’s just… What if it doesn’t work out? What if I’m just better off being single, playing the field?” he wondered.

“Oh, because you got so many better options?” Bill pointed out.

Rodrick just frowned, not finding the response helpful.

“Okay, sorry, but you kinda deserved that one, man! You’re an idiot if you think a girl like Sara’s not something you should take the chance on!” he cried. “I mean, I know I’m her brother and all, but she’s a good person! You don’t meet girls like her all the time.”

“But weren’t you the one who told me being in a band gets you girls whether you’re on or offstage?” Rodrick questioned, not understanding his logic.

Bill just sighed guiltily, realizing his mistake.

“Alright. Yes. I did say that… But there’s more to life than sex, and fame. As awesome as they feel, at least when you’re young.”

“Yeah! They do feel awesome,” Rodrick scoffed, “They feel… really good! And I don’t know if I’m old enough to give them up, you know?!”

“You know you still get sex when you have a girlfriend, right?” Bill asked. “I mean. If you’re doing it right.”

“That’s not what I mean!” Rodrick exclaimed. “I just mean… I don’t know if I should’ve told her I want a relationship! What i’d I don’t wanna give up random sex just yet, you know? Like, I’m Rodrick! I’m young, and I’m crazy, and I’m in my prime!”

“You’re in high school, and let’s face it, you’re kind of a fucking loser,” Bill snapped.

Rodrick just gave him a wounded look, frustrated with the way the conversation was going.

“Okay, that was mean, I’m sorry. I apologize,” Bill conceded.

He tried to find a middle ground, but nothing seemed to be working so far.

“Alright, look, here’s the deal, man. You know I’ve been with Becky a while, and you know things weren’t always so good,” he reminded him. “Things were real rocky in the beginning.”

“What happened?” the younger guy asked.

“Me happened. When Becky and I first started going out, I was kinda like you. I wasn’t convinced I should give up ‘playing the field’,” Bill admitted. “I was back and forth, hot and cold… And I played around. I’m not proud of it, but that’s what happened. It really fucked things up. I didn’t think she’d still wanna be with me.”

Rodrick nodded sympathetically, taking in everything his band mate had to say.

“So, why’d you stay together?” he wondered.

“Well… When she found out, I realized I fucked up. I felt like shit. I knew I fucked over a good girl, and I wished so bad I could go back, and fix it. But I couldn’t,” he confessed, seeming distraught still. “I broke her heart, and it killed me inside.”

“I, uh…” Rodrick thought for a moment, finding the affinity he shared for him profound. “I think I know what you mean.”

“Look, I don’t wanna be a Debbie Downer,” Bill said awkwardly, “But… I know you’re young, and you’re cool, and you think taking a chance on somebody is a huge risk… But sometimes, so is passing up the chance,” he concluded.

“So you’re saying… I should take the chance with Sara?” Rodrick asked.

“No, man! Are you even listening?!” Bill sighed, as he just stood there looking lost. “No. I’m saying… you should think about Sara, and how you really feel about her. And, if it’s good enough for you to take the chance, then you should take the chance,” he finished.

“Oh. That’s even better,” Rodrick remarked. “Fuck. You’re a genius.”

“I have my moments,” Bill shrugged.

“Fuck, I gotta win her back!” Rodrick realized, starting to panic. “What should I do?!”

“What are you good at?” Bill asked him.

“Uh, we’re in a band?!” he cried.

“Oh. Right. There you go,” Bill nodded quickly.

“What’s a good way to apologize?” Rodrick thought out loud. “Where’s Sara gonna be tonight? Does she have work?”

“No, she’s taking our brother to the roller rink.”

“The roller rink! Perfect!” Rodrick snapped, pointing a finger at his band mate. “I got it!”

Once they returned with snacks, Rodrick determined it was a good time to pitch his idea to the others. They were more than excited, so the plan was set in stone. The boys took the next few hours before Sara would be arriving at the roller rink to prepare.

When they finished practicing one of their covers and loaded everything into the van, all Rodrick could think about on the drive was Sara, and the way he’d stupidly ignored her for the past week.

“What the fuck was I thinking?!” Rodrick yelled as he frantically ran a red light. “I’ll never get another girl like Sara! I can barely get a girl like Sara now!”

“I don’t know, man,” Chris murmured nervously, “But can you watch the road?! Like, at least a little?!”

Rodrick slowly breathed in as he raced them to the roller rink, praying the public display would be enough.

-

10 Things I Hate About You

[livedtough]

@lcvb1tes (🏛️)

Was it bad? Yes, of course it was. It may not have been the worst thing ever, but it was so bad because Hawk had already experienced the worst thing ever. He supposed Bobby had as well, but where it may have made him want to open himself up, it had made Hawk close himself off. Yes, there had been sex, there had been boys and bars, but there had been no company. He wanted to be held, but every touch set his nerves alight. He was already tired of fighting with Bobby, of his insistence that he be a part of his life, but at the same time it was the closest he'd come to another person aside from Emma and Caleb since Manny died, and there was a part of him that craved it. It would have been easier just to sleep with him, to do that and move on, but that wasn't what Bobby wanted. He wanted friendship, and Hawk didn't know what to do with that. "You're a psychologist because you insist on psychoanalyzing me. So thank you, Dr. Freud, but before you ask, no, I never wanted to fuck my mother." He sighed. he didn't want to answer his questions. "I never asked you to care about me, and Manny shouldn't have either. That's the only reason you're here, isn't it? If he hadn't asked you would have left by now. Either that, or you're crazier than you look."

[walker-extended-universe]

Mending Broken Hearts, Chapter 1

Relationship(s): Bode Leone/Cassie Perez, Bode Leone & Manny Perez, Bode Leone & Gabriela Perez, Jake Crawford & Bode Leone & Eve Edwards, Bode Leone & Vince Leone, Bode Leone & Sharon Leone

Tags/Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Fire, Law Enforcement, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Friends to Lovers, Insecure Bode Leone, Slow Build, Awkward Conversations, Confrontations, Tags May Be Added

Summary:

After the death of her boyfriend, Cassie Perez can't stay around Austin for much longer. She ends up in a small town in northern California and finds something she wasn't even looking for. Following Gabriela's wedding and being officially hired to the Edgewater Fire Department, Bode finds purpose in his work and giving back to the community. After he meets the newest cop in the area, he finds another reason to keep going.

Written for @whumptober Day 6: Not Realizing They're Injured

A/N: Y'all had to know a crossover or two was coming eventually

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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Getting a call was always a mix of thrill and fear.

Bode loved fighting fires. The protocols and pressure and structure gave him something to hold onto now that he was free of prison and fire camp. Saving peoples’ lives and homes made him feel like he was finally contributing something good to the world after all the hurt he caused. The adrenaline rush didn’t hurt either.

But, of course, the knowledge that one little fuck up on his end could ruin everything was enough to keep him on his toes, keep him from getting too complacent.

Whatever it took to make sure he didn’t mess everything up. Again.

Fortunately (or perhaps, unfortunately), there was no shortage of firefighter related emergencies in Edgewater. So, 9 times of 10, when his mind started going down that dark spiral, he would get interrupted by the call.

“Come on, 42! We got an abandoned building and a police call!” Vince shouted as the alarms blared.

Bode was on his feet in an instant and followed the rest of his team to get suited up and roll out.

They weren’t on the road for more than 10 minutes when another voice entered the regular chatter. “Station 42, this is Sheriff Fox. I need an ETA and then I need you to cut it in half because I have an evacuation emergency.”

“What’s wrong, Mickey?” Sharon called back.

“We were sorting out a hostage situation when someone decided to add arson to their list of charges on his way out,” Mickey said, her strained voice making the radio crackle. “Sharon, I’ve got three good cops trapped in there and at least one civilian. You better get them out alive.”

“We’ll do everything we can,” Vince promised. “We’ll be at your location in 10 minutes. Just keep the crowds out of the way until we get the building cleared.”

“Will do. Get some, be safe.”

“You too.”

When they arrived on the scene, the fire was blazing high. Thankfully, Eve was there with the Three Rock crew to keep it from spreading any further. “What’s the situation?” Bode asked her when they arrived. “Has anyone managed to get out yet?”

She shook her head. “We tried to clear a path earlier but there’s too many spotfires for us to deal with. Your hoses should help, but you gotta hurry; that building won’t stay up for long.”

As if to prove her point, the wall nearest to them started creaking. “Let’s get some water on that thing!” Bode called, rushing back to the truck.

Side by side, he and Jake started putting out the flames. They would need to clear a path before they could worry about getting anyone out.

“Mickey, is there anything else we should know before we start getting a rescue team in there?” Shannon asked over the radio.

“There may be some loose firearms in there, but most of them should be attached to an officer. You’ll just have to be careful. One of my men managed to get out with a hostage through a hole in the wall but there’s still two cops and maybe some more civilians. Be careful.”

“Will do.” Shannon looked up from her command center and inspected the flames. “Bode and Jake, do you two think there’s enough of a path to get through there yet?”

“It might just be big enough,” Jake called. “We should probably take some fire extinguishers just in case. And we’ll need extra oxygen masks for any people we find.”

“You got it. You’ll need enough for at least three people, so get moving.”

Bode handed off his hose to another firefighter and ran back to the truck with Jack to get their supplies. “How do you want to do this?” he asked. “Divide and conquer? Side by side?”

“Side by side is safer, but we’re running low on time….” Jake looked at the burning building. “We go in together, see who we can find. If we find out where more people are, we can see about dividing and conquering.”

Bode nodded. It was as solid of a plan as they were gonna get.

Oxygen masks in place and armed with fire extinguishers, Bode and Jake rushed in.

“Hey! Is there anybody in here?! We’re firefighters, we’re here to help!” Jake called.

“In here!” a woman’s voice called back.

Bode turned toward the voice. He saw a metal door in between the flames. “We’re coming!” He put out some flames and got the crowbar out of his belt. “Stand back from the door!” he instructed. 

“Hurry! I’ve got a civilian in here!”

With some help from Jake, he was able to pry the door open. The door had protected the room from flames, thankfully, but it was still full of smoke. Bode entered the room with two facemasks. “I’m right here,” he said, feeling his way through.

“Here, take care of her first.” An older woman was pushed at him, then the smoke cleared enough to see who he was talking to. A young woman, a bit younger than him, wearing a police uniform. “She’s not injured but we’re both dealing with smoke inhalation. She should be the only civilian left in the building….” She blinked and shook her head. “I- uh, we got cornered and….” She swayed on her feet. Looking closer, Bode could see her head injury bleeding heavily.

Dammit. “Hey, stay with me…” He got a mask on both of them and guided the older woman toward Jake. “Get her out of here; I’ll have to carry the other one.”

Jake nodded and started guiding the civilian out. Bode turned back to see the policewoman was leaning against a set of boxes. “Ma’am? Stay with me, I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“I didn’t go anywhere,” she mumbled. “Still right here…..”

“I know. I got you.” He picked her up and started running her out. 

They had more work to do.

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“Easy, Officer Perez….”

Cassie flinched. “Is there a nicer way to give me stitches?”

The medic chuckled. “I’ll let you know when they invent one.” She finished the round of stitches on Cassie’s forehead. “You got lucky, you know? Most of this bleeding is superficial, but you still have a concussion. It could’ve been a lot worse.”

“Yeah, well, you should’ve seen the other guy.” Cassie smirked. “Let me guess: next you’re gonna say you’ll recommend medical leave for a minimum of three days so I don’t rip out my stitches.”

The medic lady laughed. “Let me guess, you’ve been in that chair before?”

“More than a few times.”

“You harassing my officers, Gabby?” Cassie looked over to see her new boss, Sheriff Fox, standing at the entrance to the medic tent. “You okay there, Perez?”

“Just dandy, Sheriff. Should be back at work as soon as the doctor lets me.”

Mickey nodded. “Right. Let me guess, three days?”

Gabby nodded. “And I recommend desk duty until her stitches come out.”

“Awww come on….”

“You heard the doc, Perez. Enjoy your time off.”

Cassie groaned. She’d never known what to do with time off even before she moved away from everyone she knew. What the hell was she gonna do now? “Guess I’ll finally get a chance to go sight seeing….”

“That’s the spirit.” With that, she left. 

Another figure quickly filled the entryway, someone she didn’t know. He was tall, blond, and wearing a firefighter’s uniform. Though she could’ve sworn she’d seen him somewhere before…. “How is she, Gabby?” he asked, his deep voice pulling on another memory Cassie couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“She’s just fine,” Gabby said. She briefly looked between them. “Actually, I have to get some supplies from the truck; do you mind watching her?”

“Not at all.” The firefighter stepped into the tent, making room for Gabby to leave. When they were alone, he turned toward her. “How are you feeling?”

“Been worse,” Cassie said. “This is gonna sound weird but… Do I know you?”

He smiled. “Kind of. I’m the guy who got you out of there.”

Oh. Well, that would explain that. “Oh. Well, thanks…. I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“Bode. Bode Leone.”

She smiled. “Well, thank you, Bode. My name is Cassandra, by the way. But my friends call me Cassie.”

He smiled back. “Are we friends?”

“Well, you did save my life. That gives you some privileges.”

He chuckled. “Alright. Well, Cassie, I’m glad you’re okay. And I hope we don’t meet like this again.”

“Yeah, me too.” She laughed. “Not that I don’t want to meet you again but- You know.”

“Yeah, I know.” Bode looked like he wanted to say something else, but Gabby re-entered the tent and took over. “My team’s probably looking for me. I’ll see you around, okay Cassie?”

“Yeah, see you….” Cassie watched him leave, and kept staring long after he left.

She may have just found something to do with her days off.

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It was a few days after the hostage situation fire and Bode couldn’t stop thinking about Cassie. They’d barely talked, hadn’t spent more than about five minutes together. But, still, she was on his mind.

She was pretty, she had a sense of humor, and there was a decent chance they’d run into each other again soon. Edgewater wasn’t that big of a place.

Not that he was going to try to ask her out or anything. She probably had a boyfriend. But it might be nice to hang out with someone who didn’t know about his baggage. Low stakes, just talking with a friend.

Of course, he would actually have to run into her again for that to happen, which he hadn’t so far. Probably because she was still in recovery from her injuries. He hoped he wouldn’t have to resort to waiting to find her on a call again; that would be awkward.

He could ask Aunt Mickey for her contact information, but that seemed…unprofessional. And stalkery. Best to avoid that.

Right now, he was doing his weekly night shift. Being a firefighter wasn’t a 24 hour job, but someone had to be in the station in case a call came in or an alert sounded. A quiet night was a good night and Bode didn’t mind taking one for the team more often than he technically had to.

A knock on the front door set him on edge. It was rare that someone came to them in person, unless there was a serious emergency. So he expected the worst when he went to answer it.

Seeing Cassie on the other side of the door was a welcome surprise. “Oh, uh, hi. What are you doing here?”

Cassie smiled and presented a foil covered pan. “I wanted to thank you for saving my ass the other day, so I made you something.”

“Oh. Uh, well, you didn’t have to do that. I was just doing my job.”

“I know. But it’s nice to be appreciated, isn’t it?” She held the pan up enticingly. “Go on. I spent forever making it, you should enjoy it.”

“Uh, sure.” He took the pan. “What is it?”

“Barbeque. Family recipe courtesy of mi abuela.”

It did smell good. And it would be rude to waste a gift. “Thanks; I appreciate it.”

She smiled. “I hope you like it. I should probably get out of your hair now.”

“You don’t have to,” he said hurriedly. “I mean, it’s usually pretty quiet around here at night. So if you wanted to enjoy this with me….” He chuckled. “It would save me some boredom.”

Cassie laughed. “I’m sure it would. I really do have to get back home though; my roommate wants to do an Evil Dead marathon and I promised her I’d be fast. But….” She pulled a pen and a small notebook out of her pocket and scribbled something down before ripping out the page and putting it on top of the foil. “That’s my number if you want to hang out sometime. See ya!” She waved and skipped off into the parking lot.

Bode smiled after her and carefully brought her barbeque into the shared kitchen space.

He saved some for the rest of station 42, as a courtesy. But he did very much enjoy his gift, and he made sure to text Cassie to tell her as much.

Not a bad night at all.

[steddieyes]

Chapter Two: We fucked up.

Part 1

My ao3

That same scenario runs through his head over and over on repeat the entire walk home, and it was bad enough that he was out of cigs or else he'd be turning to crying or something.

It's all he's thinking.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘰. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴? 𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵?

Sighing, he drags his feet over and over to get home with a deep pout and frown on his lips. He just wants to go home. He doesn’t want this lifestyle anymore. Not the fame or… not the fame it brings. He's not happy. It's doesn't feel right to be here, controlling and being supposed to look after people when he can't even look after himself. Twenty eight years old and he can't even do that: take care of himself. It's pathetic.

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Opening the door to he and Manjusha's shared.. apartment(?), he drags himself inside with slumped shoulders and a pout. Making the smart decision to at least close the door before slowly trudging his way to the kitchen after stopping by the couch and grabbing a blanket to tightly wrap around himself like his mom used to - But it's /his/ blanket, his worn to softness, rocket blanket that nobody else can touch, not even Manny- before trudding all the way to the fridge. Cool-aid seems like the only thing Manjusha will let him drink these days, after what happened.. he doesn’t think the scar will fade. But at least it wasn’t all that bad.. right? Right-?

But a loud clatter coming from his bedroom tears him out of his thought, already in a bad enough mood given today, not to mention that he's all out of red cool aid.

Taking in a sharp and shakey breath -don’t fucking cry, you pussy- he waddles a little closer to where the sound had come from. His upset pout quickly gone when hearing the commotion, just to be replaced by a scared kid. Arlo may be an odd 6ft something, but helped by the day he's had with all the sounds, bright coulors and lights, he though it was safe enough for him to put his gaurd down even just for a little bit. But he was wrong. He's always wrong.

So instead of walking closer, he quietly whimpers to himself. Stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen with a kids blanket wrapped tight around him and unshed tears in his eyes, he watches as what made the loud sound walks out of his room.. he can't move from the spot he's in, there's so many monsters it could be..

𝘧𝘶- 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘔𝘴. 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥-

And oh.

It's…. Dave.

"Ah- shit. I /seriously/ need to ask Arlo what the hell that is-"

Oh.

Of all people, It's Dave who has to see a scared, younger looking Arlo stood terrified in his kitchen. Eyes glasses over with what could be tears, or just that childlike way his eyes get when seeing something particular. Not that he'd know exactly, but he's seen it first hand, and yep- okay. He's crying.

"Uh, shit, hey man. It's- hey, it's okay. I wasn't trying to rob you guys-" and, okay. Internally he's cursing himself for not parking his car out front, but he didn't know this would happen, okay??? He wad just trying to do something kind, and..

"I am NOT doing that, are you kidding me??? Look, Sasha-"

"No, Dave, shut UP. /You/ are going to fix this, and /you/ are going to cheer him up if it costs you fucking everything just because I can’t be there for him. You're basically like an older brother to Arlo" Sasha exclaims while looking at Dave through her glammed out mirror, trying to get 'these damn lashes on-'

"I have known him for two MONTHS! How does that make me- I'm just not. That guy fucking hates me and I'm not going to go babysit him because he can't take care of himself"

And oh did that hit something in Sacha.

Tightening the grip on her tweazers, Sasha visibly shakes in anger with a glare as she turns in her stool. Trying and failing to fully control herself as she stands up, dropping her prized tweazers and poking Dave hard in the chest when face to face.

"Arlo is, /NOT/ a fucking child" she grits, voice thinly avoiding the tone of pure murder before continuing.

"That boy has been through so fucking much just to be here, and don't think for a /second/ that he's keeping you here out of pity and not because he's the sweetest fucking person you'll ever meet. That 'Manchild' is who's giving you a fucking job and you're going to help him when I can't. Say no one more fucking time and you can see what it's like being in a coma for twenty years. Got it?" she says lowly through gritted teeth as she looks Dave dead in the eye. Shit she's gotten closer-

"Yes. Yeah- I- I've got it. Got it." He says with shaken breath and a stiff nod acompanied with a tight smile to sell that he knows Sasha's being seriously, and that he much appreciates being alive once she mentioned it.

And with that, she nods and steps back enough for Dave to realise he needs to breath. Not realising he'd been holding his breath.

"Good. You better make sure he's okay, I'm not fucking kidding /Dave/." Sasha spits as she backs up, putting on a fake smile after checking her hair in the mirror and throwing the thin strap of her bag over he shoulder. Spitting out his name like it was some sort of poison she didn't want on her breath anymore.

[m323200]

3x04: What About?

Perfect gif for a perfect part

Warning: SMUT (not a lot)

This is one of the most emotional part I created

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It's been two weeks since they arrived. I been avoiding them...

13 DAYS AGO

"What the fuck did you do! Why the fuck did you bring them here Evan!" I yelled at them. I was at the house. Luke and Claire were sitting out the table. "They must've gotten a call! They're our parents!", he yelled at me too. 

I had gotten mad. "Don't say that...they may be your parents, but they aren't mine. And they won't be...". I left the house. 

-Present Day-

I had lay down on the couch. Claire asks, "Do you need anything? Yogurt, milk and cookies...ice cream!". I told her, "I'm not a child anymore...I don't fall for that." She knows I'm going through a lot. Especially the past two weeks. She tells me to go out, go to work, break some rules, but don't go to jail.

I decided to go to work. At work I see Luke. He asks if I was okay. I told him that, "Nothing is wrong with me, I'm just doing what I need to do. And it's work." I was serving plates. Manny had came in, he just came back from a trip to New York with Gloria and Jay. He tells me if he missed anything. 

I told him, "My siblings I thought I never would see again came back, my shitty fucked up parents came back, and my mom and dad try to talk to me but I walk away every single fucking time." 

Manny told us, "Sounds like I did miss a lot. Have you tried-", I interrupted him, "Before you say any that Manny would say, why not you tell me what to say as a friend and not you.". Manny just said do what you need to do. I didn't expect to hear that from his voice.

It was night. I was talking to Will and Aaron in the kitchen. I told them, "Maybe you're right...maybe I chose to forget you guys and then because I didn't want to experience anything that involved them. So...why the fuck are you really here", they told me they missed me. 

I didn't believe a thing. The littles were staying with a friend of the family. I decided to have apple cider because that's the only thing that looks like beer.

9 DAYS AGO

I was overhearing Evan and Haley talking. It was in her room. I was next to her room and the walls are thin. It was so weird...I'm sure Haley is trying her best to get over Andy, and this is the way. 

Finding someone new. I heard Haley said, "So you going back home...or you staying...". He replied to her, "I'm just waiting till it's my time.". They kept talking until I heard no talking. Then I heard the bed moving. I was disgusted.

-Present Day-

It was the next day. I woke up in a good mood. Everyone was in the kitchen including Evan. I'm pretty sure Evan and Haley are hooking up now. I started to walk downstairs. Claire was cutting up fruits, Alex babysat Joe, Phil tried to entertain him, and Luke was making pancakes. 

I yelled, "Good morning my beautiful family!". I touched Luke's butt and then penis, "Especially you my love". Haley said, "Can you not do that when we're about to have breakfast?". I told her to have fun in life because that's what she used to do.

Breakfast was served, the littles, Baby Joshua, Lillian, and Aaron was with them. They all had pancakes with fruits. The healthy pancakes, not the sweet butter ones.

We all headed to our business. Luke and I headed to the car to go to school. Haley was with Evan. Well she was with the family. Will had to go to the shop that he works at, which is Target and he's the manager.

Evan got a call from his mom, he answered. "Where the fuck are you! Come home now!", his mom said. He hanged up. "Who was that?", Haley asked. Evan said, "My mother, Charlotte. And since I gave you my mother's first name, ima give you my father's, Logan." 

Haley asked if there was drama in the family. Evan said that everyday there's drama. She felt bad that the littles had to experience that.

Me, Luke, and Manny sat together at lunch. They were quiet, too quiet. Manny asks, "Everything going great?". I told him, "What do you think." Luke hold my hand because he knew I was getting stressed and angry at the same time.

Luke said, "Hey Isabella, why don't we make out in the alley way of the school!". Manny then said, "Yeah go! Have fun!". I asked them if everything was okay. I turned around. It was my "mother" and "father". 

I told them, "Why the fuck are you here!". Charlotte (my "mother") said, "We miss you, that's-", I interrupted, "Bullshit!". Logan yelled, "Don't speak to your mother that way!". I yelled at them, "She's not my fucking mother! And you're not my fucking father! If you wanted to be in my life, you shouldn't have abandoned me!". Everyone stared.

A teacher told me to step away, then Logan told me, "Walk away. Walk away like the you are". Luke stepped in, he argued with him. "Watch your fucking mouth!". "Wow. Look who stepped in. You think you're good enough for her...well you're not. You will never be with her and I'll make sure of that." 

Luke punched him. He punched him hard that his whole nose bled. His fist were red and a bit bloody. Logan was about to make a move, everyone almost saw it, but then I punched him. "Touch him and I swear to fucking god my fist will be the last thing you'll ever see!"

We were sent to the principal office and away from the chaos. Gloria and Claire got a call about them. Gloria got caught up in all the drama that happened when they went to their trip. 3 minutes later, Principal Brown told them, "Have you put a restraining order on them." 

Claire said, "We haven't thought about it. We don't even know if they would want to get her back again." Principal Brown said to figure this out before it escalates. Gloria said, "Don't worry, if it escalates and it's because of the father! I'll make sure he won't see the day of light ever again." Principal Brown told us to please leave now.

We arrived home and Jay asks why we're home early. Gloria said, "It's because of the ex-parents. They think it's okay to almost hit a child, like nothing bad will happen.". 

Jay asked, "Almost! WHO!". Claire said, "Luke. Isabella said Logan almost hit Luke. That's it we need to do something. Get your stuff, we're going to Mitchell's." All the adults left.

Luke was sitting down in his room with a ziploc bag of ice on his fist. I went in, "Hey...how you doing...". He said his fist hurt and that it still hurts. I told him, "Thank you...for having my back...". He said, "I'll always have your back. You're my girlfriend and I wanna protect you...". 

What he said to me was so nice. I knew that he would protect me but I didn't know physically. My phone rang, it was Alex. She could wait. I turned my phone and his phone on silent. I pushed him on the bed. He knew what I was thinking. Having sex is one of the things he like.

We kissed, and kissed, and kissed more until he took off his shirt. We kept going at it. He took off his pants and I took off his underwear which his penis shows. It's very big. I took off my clothes.

I put lube on it. It was cold from what he said. He started to rub it up and down. He started to put his penis in me. It felt good. He went faster. We were sweating. 

10 MINUTES LATER

We were in bed. We were under the covers though. There was some cum on him. We cuddled and talk. We kissed more. I eventually got a text from Evan saying, "Get over here ASAP!" I got stressed on what it is. Luke comforted me. We got changed and drove over there. It's like about 45 minutes to get over there.

43 Minutes Later

Everyone was arguing. Jay, Gloria, Claire, and Mitchell were there, along with Haley and Lily. There was all type of yelling. When we got in, Aaron and Liliana were happy to see me, "Isabella! You're here!". The littles were sitting on the couch and Baby Joshua was playing with his stuff animals. 

Jay, Logan, and Charlotte came out arguing. "Logan I can't believe you brought us back for money!!!", Charlotte yelled. Jay tried to convince her to sign up for something. "Fuck you Jay!", she yelled.

Evan yelled, "Your the one that brought them back!".  Claire said, "Dad, how did you know where they were!". Logan admitted saying that they were in town already. For years. Charlotte started to stop this shit and get to the point. 

I told them, "You got some nerve showing up at the school...". Charlotte said, "Listen we were all bounded to reunite anyways. Logan and I want to take Isabella and Joshua with us." Isabella, Luke, Will, Evan, Haley yelled either, "What?!", "Fuck no!", or "Over my dead fucking body". Logan said that they will sign anything to get them. Jay agreed.

I yelled, "No fucking way! You're not getting me or Joshua!" Logan said, "We may messed up, but we realized we have a chance with you and more time with Joshua." Claire told them they can't do that. Logan said their kids, their rules. 

Charlotte admitted that they wanted to start a family of their own. I told them, "By not finishing this one first!". Aaron, Liliana, and Lily were panicking. Liliana cried, "They're taking Isabella and Joshua..." Some said yes, some said no. Mitchell said that that no one is taking anyone.

I confronted them. "You don't get to show up when you abandoned your child for five fucking years and show up out of the nowhere and say you want me back!" Jay said, "Come on let them just take you", then Logan said, "We had some hard choices but we were going to go back for you." 

I yelled at them to shut the fuck up and to sit the fuck down. "You wanted them here for some fucking money Jay! Now I know...you wanted to not mess up with them so you wanted a fresh start me and him!" Everyone was staring at me. 

"You know...a lot has happened in the past few weeks. And I did a great fucking job with them. Aaron got all A's on his report card, Liliana got an acting gig for five commercials and finished them in five minutes, Evan got a new girlfriend, Haley, I convinced them to try it out, look where they are now, still together, and Will made it to be the manager of the store. I helped them all, no thanks to you!". I yelled with anger, depression, and sadness.

Logan told me, "We appreciate what you done and now it's our turn to-", "To what, take care of only me and Joshua and abandon them like how you abandoned me!" Charlotte stepped in, "You two belong with us, we still have a chance with Joshua."

I told them, "He barely knows who you are!", Charlotte yelled, "We're his parents!", then I yelled, "You were my parents too! But you decided to kick me to the curb! Two years of therapy! Everyday I had to live with the pain I had in my heart! Luke helped me fixed it and realize that they are my home-". Logan interrupted, "WE ARE YOUR HOME!!".

I cried and yelled at the same time, "THEN WHY DID YOU FUCKING ABANDONED ME!!". Everyone was silent. No word, no movement. Charlotte said that they were here now.

I said, "You're right...you're here now...and they aren't safe with you. I'm not letting what happened with me happen to them. They're coming with me and staying with me."

Charlotte said, "Wait...". I told them, "You know every day I tried not to think about you guys. Every birthday, every Christmas, every new years, Easter, every year, I try to forget about you guys, but I couldn't. Luke is the one who made me fucking realize that I don't need you. I have him, and if you have a fucking problem with that and you wanna lay a hand on him, you'll have to go through me.".

We left. When we exited out the house, Jay came up to me and said, "Isabella I'm sorry. I-", I interrupted him, "Don't come near me. Don't talk to me....Don't come to my graduation." Everyone was disappointed in him.

Everyone arrived at Claire and Phil's, including the others who were there. They asked what's with the party. Cam, Phil, Manny, and Alex were caught up. Phil asked, "How can we fit everyone in..." Claire said, "We'll make room...they need a home more than ever and we can't mess this up..."

Me and Luke stayed outside sitting on the curb. I started to cry, I leaned on Luke's shoulders and hold his hand. He started to hug me. He said, "It's okay...it's okay.... Listen, you're okay...". I told him while crying, "I don't know what to do...I don't wanna fail them or mess it up. I can't deal with this pressure..." Luke kept comforting me and kissed me on the head. We stayed out there for a while. 

I then thought of something else, they are gonna want them again so, I need to have their parental rights terminated.

To Be Continued

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I got inspired by Shameless for the argument part.

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Let me know what do you think.

[kariachi]

Some quick fic to make up for the lack for several days. Some friends hanging out in Geilla Bohln, engaging with and discussing aspects of the culture.

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“Hedgehog, Pierce~” Kevin called from the other side of the store, where his opinion had been all but demanded, “this lot are talking about putting amber knives above their doors~” The other watched as they, nearly as one, did a double-take, noses scrunching like somebody’d produced the worst of farts as they stared the other Erinaens down.

“What?!”

“I grew up in the Null Void and I know better!” One of the other group made themself small, ears dropping as their friend and Kevin both looked smug at them, but another decided to hold their ground.

“You dig it out of the ground and it’s not a crystal, it should work!”

“You dig them out of the ground,” Pierce said, he and Argit already crossing the store with non-Erinaen customers parting with hardly a glance before them, “but they still come from fucking trees!”

“And? Fossils come from animals and nobody questions whether a fossil knife would work!”

“That’s an entirely different process,” the smug Erinaen butted in, head bobbing and teeth clicking as they spoke, “and you’d know that if you did any research of your own rather than just chattering off like a bird!”

As that side of the store descended into arguing all over again, Rook leaned over Gwen’s shoulder to ask Helen “Is this normal around here?”

“Eh,” she answered with a shrug. “It depends.”

“Erinaens and Osmosians tend to have everybody up in everybody else’s business,” Manny added.

“Well yeah,” Alan said. “You live with a couple thousand other people in a series of tunnels and we’ll see how long it is until you’re picking sides in every argument.”

“Hey,” Manny threw two hands up in surrender, “I’m not judging! You know Mom and I’ll argue a fucker to death. I’m just saying, you lot like to get everybody in the room involved when you’re discussing things.”

“It works for us,” Alan said, shrugging. “It has to be a common enough thing, with how many people around here either brush it off or join in.”

“I remember,” Elena added in, “Hyyrin mentioned once that zyr culture considered it a sign of a healthy community. If a bunch of random people can get together and loudly argue without killing each other, clearly things are going well.”

“I don’t know-” The lot about jumped at Kevin’s return, flashing long canines in a smirk, “-I think Argit may kill someone, and Pierce sounds about fifty-fifty on helping him with the body.” Helen turned to Alan.

“Does your dad’s position put his law above Plumber law or…?”

“Between him, and Argit and Kevin’s positions,” Alan said, ignoring the stern look Rook was trying to give them, “I think we can keep Pierce out of prison.”

“Okay then. They should be clean about it at least.”

“They better,” Manny said. “Know if they killed somebody at the shop, I’d be making them clean up the mess themselves.” Shaking his head, Ben turned back to Kevin.

“So, what did they want to ask you, anyway?”

“They wanted,” came the answer with rolled eyes, “a spirit’s opinion on whether something like quartz counted as stone for keeping Black-Eyed People away.” Everyone but the Tennysons and Rook nodded sagely, making agreeing noises.

“See, that question makes sense-”

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Okokok so I just saw the sleepover thing but literally I have so much to tell you!!! Sooo I have gotten a couple more requests so I might be writing more!! And so that date that I went on all of his friends keep treating my like a literal princess omg. They all whenever we are out show the upmost respect like it is so good. And also I see him tomorrow 🤭🤭. But onto my fictional crushes I’m gonna just lost some of the headcannons I’ve been obsessed w recently

Ellie-

• after she had a hard day she rides ur face or thigh just to get her anger out

• she has you in doggy and then she bends over and pulls you up so your back is against your chest and just plays with your clittttt- like yes pls

•sometimes if one of y’all are sad she fucks you in the spoon position and it’s all sappy with whispered reassurances 🤭🤭

Abby-

•she brings back shit for you from patrolling like one time she found a figurine for your favorite show character and y’all put it on your dresser

• she brings you to the gym with her to just watch her and get horny

•y’all fuck constantly like literally non stop. Morning. Evening. Night

That’s all the hc’s but ok now back to real life how are youuuu? I need to know if your doing ok because I remember you being stressed abt AW so just rant to me. Stay happy, healthy, and take care of yourself! ❤️❤️

hihi!! i’m super excited to see what you write next, i may send a request or two in myself if i remember. aaaaaa!! you literally deserve no less, i’d have a few choice words for them >:|. can’t wait to hear all about tomorrowww, fingers crossed it goes well, love.

THE HEADCANONS DJDHDISKOXSO

first of all i can totally see sub!ellie coming home to you after a hard day all pouty and wanting nothing more than to be relaxed but she just can’t unwind.. untillll you pet your thigh and tell her to use you. (I WANNA WRITE ABOUT THIS SO BAD)

second of all imagine waking up with ellie and it leads to her having your thigh in her grasp and plowing into you gently from behind, whispering sweet nothings

“my sweet girl, hm?” “moan for me baby, don’t hold back.”

AND ABBY!,!?!(&:’hrospsidkwlszk

she totally brings you little trinkets that she finds outside of the walls. she’ll see it and be so excited to bring it to you and see your reaction, trying her best not to show it to avoid any shit from manny.

hell yea she does, she’ll be all humble and nonchalant about it like she isn’t lifting your body weight with ease. if she’s feeling extra cocky she would ask you to sit on your back while she does pushups, grinning when you cover your face with your hands bein all cute and shy.

DUH. she’s huge, hella stamina, no breaks. (unless you need ofc)

okay back to our regularly scheduled program!! besides school being stressful as usual, i’m okay. i finished the AW chap but i still have to go back and edit it. i feel like i’m rushing on some parts but going to slow on others. i don’t know i’m trying my best tho. thank you for coming and talking to be hannah baby <33 love ya. (everyone go follow her!! best person ever and her writing is chefs kiss.)

[cxrdycxps]

And They Were Room Mates • Abby Anderson

☢️ Owen and Mel bashing • pwp basically • reader really enjoys giving Abby head • pussy worship babyyyy • swearing • talking about masturbation ☢️

Main Masterlist • Abby Anderson Masterlist

Your bedroom door opened and Abby slammed it shut behind her, stalking forward to collapse on your bed. You pushed your headphones off and put the lid back on your highlighter. “Hi Abby, how are you? Would you like to come into my room, Abby? Make yourself comfortable.”

Abby grabbed your soft pillow and shoved her face into it and screamed. You stared at her in horror when she took a deep breath and screamed again. “Should I call a priest? Do we need an excorcist?”

“You need to stop humping your fucking pillows. I can smell your cunt on this one.” You stared at Abby when she tossed your pillow away and turned over to stare at your ceiling.

“Firstly, it’s my pillow. I’ll do what I want with it. Secondly, how the fuck do you know what any part of me smells like?” You snapped at her, mortified by her comments. “Get the fuck out and scream into your own pillows.”

“Mel is pregnant.” You stared at her, still off balance from her earlier comments. You weren’t sure why her best friend being pregnant was such a scream worthy event. Or why it resulted in her coming in to bully you in your own room. “It’s Owen’s.”

“Oh fuck.” You couldn’t stop yourself. You covered your mouth once the words were out but Abby was already staring at you, nodding her head.

“Yeah. He fucked her on our three day break.” Abby laughed bitterly and you stood from your desk to sit on the edge of the bed, taking one of her large hands in yours to console her. “Well, he fucked her for our three day break. Then decided he missed me.”

“To be fair, Mel’s a whiny bitch. I wouldn’t have chosen her over you either.” You told her honestly and she rolled her eyes at you. “And it may be personal opinion but you are hotter than her.”

You lived with Abby in shared accommodation just off campus. She had lived here with her friend Manny last year but he had graduated so she had posted the listing. You had been desperate to escape on campus accommodation and jumped at the chance to live in an apartment with your own bedroom and bathroom.

Neither of you crossed paths often, usually coming and going at complete opposite times. She woke early to go to the gym, you worked late at a bar down town. You both had classes all day and she spent a lot of time in Owen’s apartment.

You had moments like this. Pockets of overlap where you found time to get to know each other. You had met her friend group in passing, she had met yours. You had met Owen, she had accidentally met one or two of the girls you had hooked up with in the past while they left the next morning.

You had accidentally propositioned her while drunk once. It was a long running joke at this point.

“You only want me for my body.” Abby sighed and you shrugged, laying back beside her so you were both staring at the ceiling. “My best fucking friend.”

“You should probably get a new one of those. I’ll be your best friend. I’m pretty cool.” You assured her, nudging her shoulder with yours. “I can be your best fucking friend, too. You just have to take me up on my offer.”

“What do you- oh. Best fucking friend. I get it. Smart.” She huffed a dry laugh while you giggled at yourself. “They barely ever even talked!”

“Maybe for good reason?” You asked and she turned so she was looking at you. You copied her and your faces were only a couple of inches apart. “Maybe he wanted to dick her down since day one.”

“You’re not helping.” Abby turned back to stare at the ceiling and you shrugged.

“If I’m being honest, I get why you’re mad or whatever. I just think it’s a waste of your energy. Mel has the personality of the contents of the bottom of the sink after the dishes have been done. Owen micromanaged you and you let him. What are you actually loosing?” Abby probably didn’t want you to be honest but you didn’t typically have another session. “The sex didn’t even sound good.”

“Better than your pillow.” Abby quipped back and you laughed.

“My pillow made me cum every time. Can you say the same for Owen?” You asked her and she grunted in answer which made you laugh, the bed shaking with your movements. “What were you actually getting out of the relationship?”

“He was there for me. When my dad died.” Abby told you and you sighed heavily, clasping her hand in yours. “He got me through that.”

“So he’s not a complete waste of space. People outgrow each other, Abs.” You told her quietly. “You outgrew him a long time ago.”

“I’ve been with him since I was fourteen. How do I let go of seven years?” She asked with a sigh and you shrugged. In truth, you had no clue.

“Go out and fuck someone else. Get a new hobby? Maybe egg his house. Or her house. Or just egg something.” Abby laughed wetly. You didn’t look at her, not closely. She needed a moment so you let her have it. “You can borrow my pillow?”

///

“Got someone looking for you out front.” You were stood in the kitchen, attempting to eat quickly while chatting to the grouchy head chef. Joel didn’t really say much but you knew he had a soft spot for you. He had even tried to set you up with his daughter once. He always made sure to set something aside for you to eat.

“Tell ‘em to fuck off.” You snapped and Joel coughed to disguise his laugh. Dina, Joel’s daughter’s current girlfriend, threw her hands up.

“Do I look like a fucking messenger girl? Get back out on the bar anyway, Jesse is drowning out there.” Jesse, Dina’s ex boyfriend, worked the bar with you most nights. He was a shit bartended though and you ended up doing double the work.

“You ever think about how incestuous this restaurant staff is?” You asked Joel, shoving the last few fries into your mouth. Tess, the line cook, laughed at you and you narrowed your eyes at her. “I know you two have been fucking in the store room.”

Joel barked your name when Tess ducked her head and you skipped out of the kitchen, returning to the bar to find it was three deep. You sighed, tying your apron and pasting on a smile.

“You should fucking quit.” You elbowed Jesse who only shrugged at you, pouring drinks. You waved at people to start shouting orders at you, checking ID along with starting tabs.

By the time the rush had moved off you found your caller sitting at the end of the bar. Abby was nursing a beer, two shots of tequila next to her with all the fixings.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” You asked her with a grin. She looked up from her phone and blinked at you before gesturing to the shots. “For me?”

“It’s sad doing them alone and I need some courage.” She told you honestly and you tilted your head. “Time to get back out there, right?”

It had been two months since she came to your room to scream and you had been worried about how well she was handling everything. This was a good sign.

You licked the back of your hand and sprinkled the salt over the wet patch. Abby copied you and you held up your shot to her. “To you getting your pussy ate.”

She didn’t repeat the cheers, rolling her eyes. She did drink though and you took that as a good sign while sucking on the wedge of lime. You looked up when your name was called and found Maria, the manager on tonight, glaring at you. “She bought it for me. It’s good customer service, Maria.”

“Get back to work.” You gestured around to remind her that you were in fact behind the bar, no current customers in sight. She narrowed her eyes at you and moved off to complain about you to the servers. Dina would agree cause she didn’t like that you had fucked Ellie, Joel’s daughter, before she had. She also was Maria’s favorite because she was Ellie’s aunt.

The whole system made your head hurt and you swigged from Abby’s beer to chase the flavor of the tequila on your tongue. “Don’t fucking backwash.”

“Come on, Abby. Admit it, you wanna swap bodily fluids with me.” You leaned forward on the bar and her eyes dipped to look down your blouse. You always left it one button too low to increase tips. “Abby Anderson, are you looking at my tits?”

“You know I am. Hard not to when they’re as good as in my face.” Abby sighed and you grinned, delighted with her honesty. “Don’t worry, I’ll tip well.”

“You know what, Anderson?” You asked her. You looked up when a customer shouted an order at you and you took the lid off the beer sliding it over to him. “If you strike out tonight, I’ll eat your pussy myself.”

You left Abby to consider your words when the next wave began and you dove into the fray to serve them. When you looked back she was gone, a signed receipt and a tip tucked under her beer mat. You laughed and cleared her bottle and pocketed the tip.

///

When you got back to the apartment you were surprised to find Abby still up, sitting on the sofa. With the television playing. You kicked off your shoes and swung by the kitchen, grabbing yourself and her a beer.

“You cleared out early.” You remarked, tossing yourself down next to her on the cushions. You held both beers out and scrunched your eyes shut when she opened them with her teeth. “Strike out?”

“Got a better offer.” She answered and you let your head fall to the side so you could look at her. “Why would I hang around when you already made me a promise?”

“What promise was that, Abby?” You asked her with a sly smile. Abby rarely swore unless she was really worked up and you wanted to set her on edge.

“You know what you promised.” Abby huffed, cheeks pink. You stared at her and brought your bottle up to your lips, taking a long drink. You didn’t speak and she began to fidget. “If you weren’t serious then-”

“Abby, I’ve wanted a taste of you since like thirty seconds after signing the lease.” You laughed and she turned a darker red in her cheeks. The color was creeping down towards her neck. “I’ve literally dreamed about having your thighs either side of my head.”

“You’re such a fucking-” Abby shook her head but you only grinned at her frustration. She hadn’t been with women before, you knew that much. She had realized she was interested in them when she started college but she had loved Owen.

You rolled your eyes and handed her your bottle. You stretched your arms up in the air and shook off the exhaustion of your late shift before standing and moving kneel between Abby’s spread legs. “Time to let me see what’s under these cargos and by the way, if it looks like I’m suffocating? Leave me there. Death by your pussy is such a good way to go.”

Abby was laughing now, too used to your humor to be embarrassed anymore. You helped unbutton her trousers and pull them down. You paused and swallowed, wondering why the simple boxers under her cargos made your own pussy pulse in arousal. Why did her thick thighs look so much hotter than any other woman you had ever been with?

“Later, once you recover from the orgasm I’m about to give you, I’m riding your thigh. I don’t even care if this is a one time thing. I need to experience that.” You babbled, pulling on the hem of her boxer shorts and finally exposing her to you.

“Oh fuck.” You breathed, closing your eyes for a moment. Abby Anderson ticked all your boxes but right now it was like she had read every deep thought you’d ever had. You were the first to advocate for people grooming themselves however they deemed fit but the patch of coarse curls that you had just uncovered made you groan.

Abby had a fat cunt, something you could bury your face in. You spread her thighs with your palms and leaned forward, licking up her slit to find her clit. It was swollen with arousal but when you pulled back you could see the raw abuse on it. “You’ve been playing with yourself.”

Abby groaned, her head back against the couch. Some of her embarrassment was returning as she arched her hips upwards to you. “Tell me you were playing with your clit while thinking of me.”

“Obviously,” Abby grunted and you rewarded her with a firm suck to the sensitive bundle of nerve endings. She moaned and you were proud to note you’d never heard that noise coming from her room when her and Owen had fucked. Quiet as they had tried to be. “Had to take the edge off after watching you in the bar. You’re so fucking competent, bouncing around with your tits out.”

You didn’t speak, choosing instead to spit against her clit and listened to her moans to let you know what she enjoyed. You pulled her thighs and she shuffled out to the edge of the sofa, her fingers grasping at your hair.

It was when you were licking into her, your nose against her clit, that the door opened. The pair of you froze, directly in the sight line of Owen who stood at the door. “Abby, what the fuck?”

It seemed like a private conversation so you looked away, nudging your nose against her clit again. She moaned, her head back against the sofa. “Leave the key.”

You hummed against her hole and her fingers tightened against you. Owen tossed the keys on the entry way table and retreated. You pulled away to call out to him. “If you wait a minute or so you can hear what it sounds like when Abby actually cums.” He slammed the door and Abby’s hoarse laugh was cut off when you returned your attention to her clit.

You used your tongue to push back the clitoral hood and pay special attention to the most sensitive part of her. The almost red skin contracted when you licked at it firmly and Abby lost all pretenses, an actual scream falling from her mouth when she came.

You kind of hoped he was still listening.

[moon-ursidae]

SESSION #9!

as always: THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR BOTH GAMES AND THE HBO SERIES BELOW THE CUT!!!

ngl i’m not really feeling this rn so i might not play for very long. and these posts are kinda getting to be a chore and i want them to be fun haha. so idk if i’m gonna keep doing these. i started them so that i could remember my thoughts and stuff when i play. 🤷🏻‍♀️ ANYWAY

total play time: about 3 hours!

hostile territory?? oh geez

i just started the section where abby and manny go to find owen

i’m scared

i’m also fucking horrified for when i get to the ellie fight bc i’ve seen a lot of people say that ellie fights the way that you’ve been playing her??

so she’s gonna be placing hella bombs and is gonna be stealthy as hell and i’m SCARED

god this game is fucking gorgeous

“fuck danny. i’m jealous owen got to shoot him before i did.” hmmmmm. HMMMMMM.

the more i learn about abby the more that i REALLY understand how revenge gets the best of her as well.

abby thanking manny for a bunch of stuff? hmmmm that definitely isn’t a sign of anything

WAIT I’M ON MY OWN AGAIN?? NOOO

i hate being on my own so fucking much

close quarters branch??? hmmm

i like the difference between ellie and abby’s branches

shows a lot about their fighting styles

i hate this long hallway i have to shimmy through

i’m gonna get jumpscared

GODDAMNIT I FUCKING KNEW IT

FUCKING CLICKER JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

damn abby REALLY doesn’t like the seraphites

goddamn

“yea may she guide you right off a cliff” like holy shit bro

“these freaks are in our backyard.” i love how they’re setting it up though. she clearly doesn’t like the seraphites AT ALL. so how she forms her relationships w lev and yara later are really important

i miss seeing what ellie would draw and write in her journal :(

i hear footsteps…

big ones…

am i about to get my shit rocked when i shimmy through this doorway

i was wondering when i’d see infected

i love how you don’t need the code for the safes anymore

i just go through and listen for the different clicking sounds it’s so fun

wait is this egg a goddamn jak and daxter easter egg

fuck yea ‘relic of the sages’

is there an uncharted ring somewhere?

i hope so

SHOTGUN ACQUIRED BABY LET’S GOOOOOO

WHY ARE THERE MORE INFECTED GODDAMN THEY KEEP COMING FROM FUCKIN NOWHERE

woooaahhhhhhh this seraphite truck is cool

“you want peace? stay on your island.” she REALLY doesn’t like them jesus we get it abby

NEW HOLSTER LET’S GOOOO

seraphites!

i’d rather fight people over infected any day of the goddamn week

NO I DON’T WANT TO GO THROUGH THIS CRAWL SPACE

NOPE. I DON’T WANNA

OH MY GOD THIS IS THE ROOM WITH THE FERRIS WHEEL IN THE DISTANCE THAT I SEE ALL THE TIME

i’m about to go crazy in photo mode >:)

WORKBENCH FINALLY

THIS SHIT IS SO EXPENSIVVEEE

there are so many fucking seraphites in here oh my god

god that took so long to stealth bc it was so many different levels oh my god

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT IS THE FIGHT SCENE WHERE THEY TRY TO HANG HER HAPPENING RIGHT NOW??????

I’M SCARED

flashback first!

the lights are so pretty in here 🥺

DOG???

DOG WHEN?

is he trying to make moonshine??

LMAO the way he went “abigail.” when she shook the jar

OH I’M ABOUT TO FUCK THIS SCOREBOARD W THIS BOW

YEAAAAA I GOT EM ALL

FUCK ALL YA’LL

13 BITCH LET’S GOOOOOOO

oh my god this is a mural of fucking salt lake city isn’t it?

YUP.

YUP. almost exactly from the pov where joel and ellie were standing

that’s crazy how that’s painted from memory

goddamn

aw the xmas decorations 🥺

THE MUSIC IS SO GOOD

wait is she about to ask him to go to jackson or is this after??

good mood because she found TOMMY.

SO THIS IS BEFORE JACKSON.

I HATE IT HERE.

“who’s more about justice than isaac?” you mean revenge?

everytime i start to like her more they remind me of the crime she committed that was killing joel miller.

but i also see how they keep pushing revenge on both ellie and abby’s side. joel took out the whole hospital to get ellie. to get revenge for taking her from him. for not giving her a choice. then abby wanted revenge for her dad. then ellie wanted revenge for her dad. it all goes in a never ending loop.

if ellie killed abby, lev would want revenge. then someone would want revenge for ellie, and so on and so forth. it would never end. so ellie had to break that cycle.

this is just so crazy bro

ugh okay now that i got that out

please don’t tell me it’s where they’re trying to hang abby

GODDAMNIT I SAW THE RAIN LIGHTING AND TREES AND THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN

OH GOD

THE SOUND DESIGN????????? ARE YOU JOKING????????

SO GOOD.

this looks fucking amazing

if you told me this was shot live action i’d believe you

THIS IS INTENSE

OH MY GOD

IS THAT EMILY SWALLOW????????????

THE FUCKING ARMORER?????????

HELLO????????

WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE HAHAHAHA

HOLY FUCKIN SHIT

YARA!!!!!

CLIP HER WINGS????

ARE THEY GONNA BREAK HER ARMS??????

OH MY GOD PLEASE NO SHE’S JUST A KID

I CAN’T.

A HAMMER????? WITH A FUCKING HAMMER?????????????

I’M GONNA THROW UP

HOLY SHIT. THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY LEV.

YUUUUUP I SAW HIS BALD LIL HEAD

HOLY SHIT ABBY LET’S GOOO

IT BEGINS.

GIMME THAT HAMMER BITCH.

OH SHIT STALKERS??????

THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME. THE SINGLE TORCH THROUGH THE DARK ASS WOODS???

FUCKING AWESOME.

OH IT’S THAT ONE BITCH THAT AMBUSHED ME.

OH. MY. GOD.

THAT WAS BRUTAL.

SITTING HERE W MY JAW ON THE FLOOR.

GOD THIS EVEN STARTS OUT LIKE JOEL AND ELLIE.

ESCAPING THE QZ AND ESCAPING THE ISLAND

ABBY’S ATTITUDE “fine don’t tell me. i don’t really care.” LIKE JOEL WHEN HE WAS LIKE “i don’t care how you got infected.”

AHHHHHHHH NAUGHTY DOG I’M GONNA YELL

NEW MANUAL LET’S GO

INCENDIARY SHELLS??? AYO???

that’d be good as hell for rat king huh?

poor yara man :(

awe abby’s “stay behind me” she’ll deny she cares but you can tell that she does even just a little bit

more infected!

OH SHIT

SHALMBLER I AM BOOKING IT GOODBYE I AM HORRIFIED

I’M OUT

WAIT.

IS THIS A FUCKING AMBULANCE?????

WAIT IS RAT KING NOW????

I’M SCARED WAIT IT CAN’T BE

NO BC ABBY HAS A JACKET

IT’S DEFINITELY LATER

AND NOW CARRYING YARA AND RUNNING LIKE JOEL DID W ELLIE

WHAT THE FUCK

her hand is so red 🥺

oh my god her arm looks fucking awful :(

THE MUSIIICCCCCC

🎶on my own again🎶

wait. is the fucking boat scene coming up?

i’m scared. this building looks like bad news.

LONG GUN HOLSTER LET’S GOOOO

i was fully expecting to see seraphites out here not infected jfc

ALABAMA COIN

“should be a straight shot from here.” abby you forgot that this is a last of us game

it’s not gonna be that easy

WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ABBY

i cannot express how much i DON’T want to go into this building

i’m almost at 30 hours 😳

i think i’m gonna end here actually bc it’s almost 6 am haha

super intense this time!

in only a few hours of playing!

[that-one-raccoon]

Bit of a long post but here we go:

Human Food by seeingthestars

Hunter has issues with the human realm food and gets sick but Camila is there to help.

Oneshot, slight emetophobia warning (nothing too bad)

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A Light From the Future by KingoftheUzbeks

One night Manny Noceda meets two extremely strange women on the side of the road. He has no idea who they are. But they know him, and they know his daughter, Luz.

Oneshot

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For Want of a Friend by Sunny_Salamander

Sunny told the truth. Omori still wakes up in White Space.

He goes to look for Sunny, but finds someone else instead.

Oneshot; Owl House crossover with OMORI,

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recreate a place that's our own world by Muncaster

Sokka freezes, midway up from his seat. “Wait. I’m covering for Mai and Ty Lee?” Piandao’s voice breaks his focus from his memories. “Is that a problem?” “No, no, that’s not a problem,” Sokka replies, absent-mindedly. “But hey, Piandao, do you… do you know who my partner for this season will be?” Piandao frowns. “Zuko Sugita. He’s their usual partner. I thought you knew this?” He did. Fuck.

After a last-minute work reassignment requires Sokka to spend his summer in a cramped van with Zuko, he finds himself questioning whether or not he can survive it. He unexpectedly finds a tedious friendship in the other man, and as they navigate storm patterns together, Sokka becomes increasingly aware of the tender storm of emotions in his heart. AKA, the storm chasing AU no one asked for <3

Completed. Modern AU

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Blue by bealiciphers

Iroh insists they create a new life and identity in Ba Sing Se. Zuko wants nothing more than to bide his time until his next opportunity to return home, until he realizes ‘Lee’ can get away with things Zuko never could. Zuko dons the mantle of the Blue Spirit again only to lose his focus when the Avatar comes to the city. This time, however, his attention is drawn to the annoying Southern Tribe warrior.

Complete; (one of my personal favorites)

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if you would let me give you pinky promise kisses (then i wouldn't have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my heart) by mysticallilac

From the very first time Homura had seen her string of fate, she had known something was very, very wrong.

She wouldn't have guessed that that something included time travel, soul modification, deceptive contracts, identity distortion, dilapidating morality, reality warping, and a fuck lot of strawberries.

Complete, very sweet

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A gentle beating heart by msamantesdelfuego

A comment made by someone close to Perry made him realize the true nature of his life.

Completed. Yes this is a PnF fic

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the rhythm of your faint heartbeat by sybssite

Then again, Mizi would also never part with Sua, and now look at her.

A half-empty bottle of water is pressed into his hands. “You need to eat. Ivan too.”

Reminded of the man who nearly sacrificed his life for him, Till feels for his pulse for the nth time that hour.

Thump-thump-thump.

Still alive.

Mizi looks at him with something in her gaze. Till opens the bottle and takes a sip.

It tastes like pity. It tastes like understanding.

Oneshot

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I have more, but im not sure what you'd like, so here are some of my personal favorites, but lmk if you'd like more :D

My repressed trauma, anxiety, and seasonal depression have unionized against me. Send fics.

[saintrocklee]

based off of this artwork 🥵

no thoughts no editing, just vibes about kisame 🦈 getting taken and tied up and then having his wife placed in front of him to try and get him to talk. this is extremely self indulgent and quick paced and i make no apologies. no smut this time - i literally wrote this in 30 minutes asdfghjdsl.

kisame spits blood onto the floor, thoroughly annoyed. he can’t move much - his arms are tied uncomfortably behind him, and his legs are secured to the legs of the chair he’s sitting in. the red rope is stronger than it looks and kisame would be impressed with the knot work if he wasn’t so fucking pissed.

“alright shark tale listen up, cause i’m only gonna say this once.”

the kid talking to him smells like stale cigarettes and kisame can’t wait to kill him. annoying little fucker had punched him earlier when kisame called him a limp dick bitch and now there was blood on his favorite dress shirt. and his voice - like nails on a goddamn chalkboard. kisame’s tunes him out, glancing around the room and making note of everything he sees.

one exit, guarded by two beefy dudes. kisame’s bigger than them, but they took his guns and judging by the bulges around their legs and waist they’re both packing. they were both stiff though, almost like they were unsure about how to act - which meant they were probably inexperienced. there were two other dudes in chairs behind the kid, both smaller and twitchy - one of them was toying with a knife and smiling, which was creepy but hardly intimidating. none of them would be a huge problem, kisame could break the scrawny kids necks with one well placed squeeze and the dudes by the doors were probably seconds away from pissing themselves. the issue was the sixth guy with the scarred face - who was currently missing. he’d been the one that caught kisame off guard - itachi was going to have a field day when he found out someone got the jump on him - and was more than likely the actual one in charge.

“you listenin’ to me, you fucking freak?”

kisame rolls his eyes and cracks his neck.

“not really.”

his comment earns him a rather rough slap and kisame can’t help but grin. it jostles him a little but judging by the kid’s face it hurt him more than it hurt kisame.

“alright, fine. i got ways to make you talk.”

the wimpy boy holding the knife giggles and kisame curls his lip in disgust. the rope is too tight for him to really pull on so he starts rotating his wrist, looking for weaknesses.

suddenly, the door bursts open and kisame freezes. the scarred guy from earlier was dragging someone into the room with him and it took kisame less than a second to recognize who it was.

shit.

the other twitchy guy gives up his seat and pushes it directly in front of kisame, a cocky grin on his face. you’re roughly shoved into it and kisame feels fire burn through him when he sees that you’re blindfolded and gagged and that your wrists are bound in front of you. keeping a firm hold on your upper arm, the scarred man violently tugs your blindfold and gag off. your head lolls to the side and you blink, eyes adjusting to the room. kisame watches a million emotions fly across your face before you look at him, eyes following the trail of blood coming from his nose.

“we found your pretty lil’ wife - bet she’d look real cute with a cut throat.” the scarred man says, letting go of your arm and pulling out a small knife from his pocket. kisame feels something sinister crawl through him and opens his mouth to tell the bastard exactly what would happen to him if he touched you when you cut him off.

“what the fuck kisame. that’s my favorite shirt.”

your voice is raspy, but kisame can still hear the irritation in your tone. the scarred man looks down at you, face contorting with confusion - did you not just hear him threaten to kill you? you ignore him, instead looking at kisame, and even tap your heels in annoyance against the ground. kisame sighs.

“babe, i don’t think now is -”

“oh, what? you don’t think - what? seriously, kisa? these guys?”

the scarred man’s face falls and starts to twist into anger. the lackeys behind him are all staring at you like you’ve grown an extra head and kisame rolls his eyes.

“yeah, yeah - can we talk about this later?”

you snort and roll your eyes right back.

“yeah, sure, why not. we can talk later, fucking christ.” you eye the man standing next to you who’s turning red with rage and glance at his knife.

“you gonna do something with that, stud?”

kisame groans - he hates when you play with your food like this - and watches the man’s eyes almost pop out of his head.

“you stupid little bitch -”

he moves on you with the knife but you’re faster and twist in your seat - your feet catching him in the stomach and crotch. he falls forward, the wind knocked out of him, and you kick upward, the front tip of your heel catching him perfectly in the chin and rocking his head back. kisame whistles softly as he hits the ground and glances at the three dudes behind you.

“you three might wanna head out.”

you turn toward them, hands still bound, just as the door bursts open. the two men guarding it are handled swiftly by itachi and hidan and soon they’ve both got guns pointed at the trio, ushering them onto the floor. it’s all handled in minutes and kisame taps his foot anxiously - wanting to get out of this goddamn chair. once they’re secured itachi frees you and you turn to kisame, rubbing your wrists. he grins, looking up at you, and cocks his head slightly.

“hey darlin’.”

you scoff and run your hand through his hair, assessing his injuries.

“don’t hey darlin’  me - i’m going to kick your ass. we had dinner plans, kisa.”

he sighs and rolls his shoulder. the ropes were becoming uncomfortable and his wrists were starting to burn.

“i know baby, i’ll make it up to you.”

you snort and take your hand out of his hair to walk behind him.

“jesus, they really got you tied up. are you seriously stuck?” kisame can hear the disbelief in your voice and sighs.

“yeah.”

you hum thoughtfully.

“what kind of knots are these?”

kisame blinks and turns his head as far around as he can.

“got no idea darlin’, why -” he’s cut off when he hears you snap a picture with your cellphone before you start undoing the rope, a pretty little smile on your face. you glance up to see him craning his neck back, looking confused, and shrug.

“you said you’d make it up to me.”

kisame feels all the blood rush straight to his dick when you lean up and place a soft kiss on his neck. he chuckles.

“you ain’t tyin’ me up baby.”

you make a noise of disagreement and continue working on the ropes, eyes sparkling playfully.

“we’ll see.”

[kariachi]

Some fic! Load of fuckers get together to discuss some of their exes.

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“Okay, weirdest person you ever dated,” Ben threw out one afternoon. “Not the biggest asshole or anything, just weird.” The room went quiet as everyone with a true dating history- not just one or two people so far- went down their lists.

“That one chick you dated was pretty off,” Argit eventually started off, turning to Kevin, “the -?”

“Jezza?” Kevin snorted. “She was weird but not even near the weirdest. You remember Fer?” It took a moment, but Argit’s eyes blew wide.

“Oh I forgot all about her, brain tried to purge that one.” Interest piqued, everyone turned to Kevin. He raised his hands in an unneeded request for quiet, sitting back comfortably.

“Fer was sweet and outgoing and would specifically make sure she had leftovers when we got food so she could dump them in a tank by her apartment door and watch them rot.” Again, the room went quiet.

“Well,” Pierce said, “composting is a big part of-”

“No,” Kevin said, reaching out to lay a hand on his knee. “This wasn’t composting. This was just rotting. She had this whole spiel about constant reminders of death to remind you you’re alive and would get all upset if you implied offered her your leftovers, it was weird. Wish her all the best, hope she found somebody who could roll with it, but no.”

“It takes all types,” Rook said with a nod. “Before I caught Rayona’s attention I attempted to court one Hefar Nyrra. Very lovely, very smart, but before she would let me take her dancing she drug me into her family’s barn to get her lrin’s approval. It bit me and she immediately turned me away.”

“Never tell that story around the human side of my family,” Alan said. “I’ve got a cousin with a bull you may give ideas.” The others snorted and huffed laughs.

“It seems to have worked out for her,” Rook added, “she is marrying an old classmate of mine come the harvest.”

“Aw, good for her,” Helen said. “The worst I ever got was, not quite the same but similar enough. She insisted on taking her dog everywhere. Like, her pet dog, it didn’t do any work or anything. But it was her baby, so… I finally had to end things after it tried to bite somebody’s kitten. Poor little thing wasn’t even doing anything, but you know how crowded it can be in some of these restaurants, you can’t avoid getting up close. But she was more upset about her dog being tossed out than the fact it nearly took a kid’s tail off and I, I have my limits.”

“We all do,” Gwendolyn said, clapping a hand on her shoulder.

“Fuck, that one…” Pierce fell back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling and shaking his head. “Was dating her cousin at the same time. I got dumped because she dumped her.”

“So you dodged a fucking bullet,” Ben said.

“Yeeep.”

“Could’ve been worse,” Kevin claimed. “Now Argit… You remember Galzeh.” He did, clearly, because he immediately collapsed half-over the coffee table, groaning like he was dying, and crossed his arms over his muzzle.

“I was trying not to!”

“Word of advice for all of you,” Kevin continued, heedless of Argit’s distress aside from some affectionate fiddling with his ear, “if you’re dating a guy and he keeps asking just, weird questions about just, basic bodily shit? Stuff where you’re wondering why he gives a shit?”

“It’s a fetish thing,” Argit groaned, “know it’s a fetish thing and that if you let him take you to bed it is going to be the most awkward time of your life. You’re going to have grab your Kevin and flee the planet. The business connections were not worth it.” Rook reached over and carefully patted his shoulder as Alan turned to Cooper.

“Coop, hun,” he said, grasping hold of his arms and shaking lightly, “I can’t go onto the dating scene if this is what it’s like, please don’t make me.” Snorting a laugh, Cooper grinned and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m trying to keep this relationship going as long as possible, I promise.”

“Thank you.”

“Fuck, I’ve gotten away scot-free in comparison,” Manny said. “Weirdest I’ve dated was Taccit.” Helen and Pierce both muttered ‘oh yeah’s under their breath.

“Jankit’s kid,” Argit asked. Manny nodded.

“Nice guy. Herbivorous prey species, which isn’t weird itself, but he was so blatantly creeped out by any sort’ve meat product.”

“Hold up,” Gwendolyn said as Alan and Cooper collapsed against each other laughing and Kevin slapped a hand over his mouth in his attempt not to, “are your parents not butchers? You live over the shop!”

“I know!” He nodded enthusiastically as he said it. “I don’t know what he was thinking either! Bless him, he kept coming over, but I just couldn’t stand seeing him get upset every time. New rule, if you can’t walk into the shop without looking like you’ve walked into a crime scene, we can’t date. I could maybe deal with giving up meat in my day-to-day life, but that’s just too much.” A chorus of affirmatives rounded the room. There were some things that no amount of compromise could really fix, and an inability to visit the in-laws without making a face was one of them.

“Ya know,” Ben said, leaning back with a put upon sigh, “I was going to tell you guys all about Nancy from eighth grade, but the crush on Gonzo is looking pretty mundane right now…”