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and i met her at the rat

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my head hurts from bring cold I'll get a hypothermia bru, save me

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not the size kink going crazy here

i forgot there were gifs on here 😅

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I wanna

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-ˋˏ sevika developed a habit of kissing your forehead, it originally started out when she kissed your forehead goodbye for work, now its the first thing she does after rising from her slumber, the last thing she does before she goes to sleep, what she does to express gratitude instead of verbally expressing it, even just randomly in the street she will peck your forehead

-ˋˏ when you inquire, she always shrugs and simply states that she loves seeing how it brightens your mood, even if its just by a smidge

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god, if you exist, I've been begging you for a break since I was eight. can you please

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what am I even looking for

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"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"

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OH MY GOD?!?!? IM SOAKEDDDD DOWN TO THE BONE, LORDDDDD HAVE MERCY. I CANT BREATHE

@/chitob_vp on ig

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this is how i imagine streamer!ellie williams btw

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why can’t reality be like my sims game and we are all just lesbians with plenty of cats living in a cute little cottage

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do u think im stupid do u think im cool do u even think of me am I worth anything am I a disappointment? am i anything at all

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wanna have all the calico critters ever

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i want her

abby anderson ─── glitter on the floor

She's the bouncer at your favourite nightclub, and you've never managed to get her to break character. After another night of flirting that you figured would lead you nowhere, you get a hint that maybe she doesn't dislike you as much as you thought.

◟`# cw: bouncer!abby, femme!reader, alcohol, drinking, cursing, sexual language, creep behavior, blood, fluff.

the last of us masterlist . . .

The Fireflies was always your favourite nightclub, with music just loud enough to shake your ribs without driving a drill through your skull the next morning. The place was always dark, with twinkling lights decorating the ceiling that made it feel like you were dancing in a crystal cave. The atmosphere seemed to have that effect on everyone else too, the staff constantly having to split those who get a little too carried away on the dance floor.

The patrons were alright, mainly women your age with sparkling platforms and skirts short enough to make a nun drool. Each night was a statement, a new theme that would follow cocktails and music. Along the walls, people would crawl against each other, hidden in the shadows as they shared cigarettes. In the middle of the dancefloor, it was a sea of hair glitter and sweat. Bodies mashed against each other while drinks spilt between breasts. It was chaos, it was perfect.

It had started innocently enough, you were with a group of friends this time. Your pink lipstick sparkled under the lights, body already hot with sweat as the four of you grooved to the music, giggles sprinkling the air. You fanned your face playfully as one of the girls dragged you in, dancing up close and personal as you both shouted the lyrics. Yeah, you were absolutely pissed, but that never hurt anyone. Eventually you pried yourself from the floor, tottering yourself over to the bar and ordering your fifth sex on the beach.

You'd just about managed to haul yourself upward onto the precariously high stool, your gaze fluttering around the packed club. You were keeping an eye out for your bouncer, Abby. The only reason you knew her name was from the security badge she always had strapped to her arm. You were certain that you got on her every last nerve, and you couldn't blame her. Whenever you got drunk, it was like you couldn't keep yourself away, like you had to annoy a stone-faced security woman.

The tart drink burnt down your throat as you continued to survey the battlefield, and it only took a minute or two to find her. Abby stood out like a sore thumb, thick arms folded as she hovered against the back wall. She'd move occasionally, usually just to adjust her earpiece or break up a fight, but for the most part she just watched. You couldn't fathom how she always kept a straight face while girls shook their asses in the hopes of a slap, while drunk idiots stumbled over themselves on the dance floor.

You grinned, beaming like a giddy kid about to do something that would definitely get them in trouble. The world spun slightly as you pushed away from the bar, heels clinking against the sticky floor as you pushed through barriers of sequins and stilettos. You were too focused on not falling on your ass to realise that Abby's eyes were following you, watching as you waded through the lively crowd. You managed to clamber out the other end, and she barely even blinked as you pranced up to her.

Immediately you wrapped around her side, long nails resting against her bicep as you gave her a quaint cuddle, like you weren't a stranger. Abby didn't move, just continued to survey the dance floor like you weren't clinging onto her arm. She was used to you by now, with your sticky pink lipstick that always ended up staining her shirt collar, the smell of your perfume and those sickeningly sweet drinks that stick to her coat. You were drunkenly babbling something in her ear, but she couldn't hear you over the music.

Abby stood a little straighter, just so that you wouldn't fall while leaning against her shoulder. You'd taken to using her like a big warm post, and begrudgingly, she always let you. She pretended not to notice as you peeked up at her blearily, lips puckered in a small frown that she wasn't listening to what you were saying. Then came the question that you asked without fail every time you found her at the club.

"..Wanna buy me a drink?"

The words would come clumsy, and she'd heard a million variations of the sentence from your glossy lips. You'd have to speak loudly, and like every other time, she gave you the same answer.

"I'm working, princess.."

Her voice was low, gruff over the thrumming music that filtered through the stuffy room. She'd never break face, you knew that by now, but part of you still hoped that maybe just once you'd get more from her than that. You groaned gently against her shoulder, too leathered to even bother hiding your annoyance. While your head was buried, a small, almost invisible smile tugged at her lips that she quickly schooled as you pulled away.

Abby watched with composed amusement as you stumbled away from her, still wobbling on those damn sparkly platforms. How you were still standing was a wonder to her. She winced each time you lost balance, only prayers away from nosediving against the dirty club floor. You'd had a few more drinks than usual this time, and the rejection stung that little bit extra when you couldn't see straight. Your eyes glistened, and in your efforts to get away from the crowd, you bumped into a flat frame.

The man turned with a glare, though the expression dissolved to something even less appealing as he set eyes on you. Despite your murmured apology and attempts to keep pushing away, he somehow felt the need to grab onto your arm. He stumbled slightly, breath stinking of beer as he leaned down to speak against your ear. Over the blaring music you couldn't even make out what he was attempting to say, instead just feeling that uncomfortable heat of someone's breath against the side of your neck.

Hastily you tried to agree with whatever point he was making, probably something to do with the fact that you weren't twirling with him or that you looked 'too pretty to be sad'. Irritation was bubbling up in your gut now as he continued to grip your arm, completely ignoring the way you were trying to writhe away and escape how suffocating the dance floor was. It felt like you would drown amidst the sea of people, nobody paying you two cents despite the man who was trying to press up to your thigh.

You recoiled immediately, tripping over your feet with a scuffle as you plummeted. It was rigid, sticky down there, and you didn't even want to think about what was beneath you. You tried to push yourself up, acrylics scratching across the tiles as your head continued to spin. You could feel the stares, the glint of teeth that were focused on your rid up skirt. Then someone knelt beside you, a firm hand gently grasping your shoulder and hauling you upward.

Abby supported your whole weight with one arm planted steadily around your hip, her free hand dragging that dickhead by the scruff off of the dancefloor. Your knees hurt, and you could feel a dribble of something hot running down your leg. The drunkard got the hint, well aware that putting up a fight with a woman double his width certainly wasn't worth his while. Abby mumbled something into her earpiece as she guided you away from the bar, settling you down on a sofa in a quieter room near the back.

Tears continued to glisten in your eyes, now spluttering down your cheeks along with the mascara you'd applied twice over. Abby gazed down at you, not exactly equipped to handle situations like this. She hovered, and then she let her hand settle on your head, her coarse palm smoothing down your mussed up hair before she moved to crouch by your knee.

"Now now, don't ruin all that pretty makeup with tears.."

It was the first time you'd really gotten to hear her voice, to feel her touch you back, and despite your pouted lower lip it made your heart flutter. You were drunk and humiliated and the last thing you'd wanted was for her to see you fall on your face. Abby watched as you avoided her gaze, your usual bubbling confidence smothered. She stood back up, wiping a stray tear with her thumb. A sigh left her lips, like she already knew she would regret this.

She huffed gently as she fished some antibacterial wipes from her security bag. Her words were more of a reflex than anything, as your face was already covered in dark mascara streaks and smudged lipstick. You winced as she pressed the wipe to the small cut on your knee, her free hand holding the back of your calf to keep you still.

You continued to stare down at her with blown out, watery eyes. She was completely focused, cleaning off the dirt and blood that clung to your leg. Abby then grabbed a small plaster, ripping the wrapper with her teeth before bringing it to your leg. For such a strong woman she placed the bandaid so gently across your knee, pressing it in with her finger to make sure it stuck.

"C'mon princess, let's get you that drink.."

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explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

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think I've finally reached acceptance