#i like readin tho so...

[queenhestiav]

Hypothetically, let's say you're writing a fanfic and you can't decide if you want Superbat or Jondami in it. You can't have both, you can only choose one. Which ship would you rather have?

[todayisafridaynight]

kiryu but to the left

[boxwinebaddie]

so how does kenny feel abt kyle in rm?? like did kenny go to southpark? were they friends? is kenny cool with jersey and raven with their hate???? SO MANYY QUESTIONS!!! ily u and ur writing omg

ooooh! these are...very interesting questions, darling. and your perception is marvelous. but in risk of spoiling my entire fanfic, which i would gladly do even though i'm not supposed to ( just say the word ), i will strategically answer as much of this question as i can. xx

so kyle, unabashedly, is an abrasive, abhorrent argumentative a-hole.

he is unfriendly and unpleasant and unnerving, harsh and hard, cold and cruel, fierce and freezing. tldr; evil stalks where kyle walks.

or so it would seem.

because...we know that behind the harsh glare of kyle's glasses, his eyes are soft, green and inquisitive and so lovely. he's nice. on the DL. he's our ornery but secretly nice law student slenderman asshole.

and i would say this is agreed upon by all the RM side characters.

...except one.

kenny mccormick does NOT like kyle broflovski. AT ALL.

which, makes sense, of course. again, kyle broflovski is a wicked son of a bitch. he's a self-righteous bastard, an accused licker of law boots and, as such, is the mor(t)al enemy of kenny-style chaotics.

but kenny not liking kyle goes way deeper than their ideologies clashing or them personally thinking kyle is a bootlicking dickhead.

kenny...doesn't trust kyle.

in general, around their inner circle ( cd ), but specifically,

around ravenstan.

now, in a poor attempt to answer your second question, kenny did not live in south park...per say, dear nonnie. their family's trailer moved around pretty much bi-weekly their entire childhood, so nowhere was really home to kenny...except...you guessed it...

ravenstan. ;)

so for context, i would say that the events preceding rm/raven povs can be split into about three sections which i will define by location:

part one is south park before the fire,

part two is in another location after the fire,

and part three is in los angeles where the punkrock avengers assemble, and four broke hooligans with butterfly tramp stamp tattoos become OG Crimson Dawn

*** ( there's kind of two LA parts. LA SIDE A: where they are poor, working shitty jobs and playing music on the side, and LA SIDE B: where they are shot into stardom and grappling with all that glitters.

both are very fun and stressful, in different ways. xx )

kenny comes into play around part two in the undisclosed location. they become essentially what kyle was to stan during part one and kenny is ravenstan's best friend, number two, right hand person, and is fiercely loyal/blindly and unconditionally devoted to him.

ken is also usually a rough and tumble, balls2thewall, caution to the wind spitfire, but their reckless, uncommitted barbed wire heart grew up in steed with stan's sweet, tender, wildflower boy heart and so kenny spent the bulk of their teen years onwards chasin after stan w/ tissues, knocking people out for making him cry, defending him etc.

so kenny is SUPER overprotective of raven. with everyone

....but especially with Boys.

tbh there is a lot i can't talk about, but as we have gathered, sultry, seductive superstar sensation raven of crimson dawn is really just sweet stan who...has been through a lot. every1 say we love u, raven.

and that alone warrants an undercurrent of overprotection but i'd be lying if i said it was all purely...

platonic.

because i will say...kenny does have a little...secret passionate ~something~...for ravenstan. been slowburnin since after the fire. i would say kenny, our king of deception, is very good at being aloof about it, but if you look close enough you can see it...lots of dawn spawn theories and edits about it. lots of painful longing eye contact.

....raven has...no fkin idea tho. smh.

beautiful oblivious king. rip ken.

but to answer your last question: kenny was very...Very Unchill with the raven and jersey hate-date and did NOT think it was a good idea.

kenny was, for lack of a better word, severely pissed the Fuck off by the news. and ( okay, i did delete rm6, i'll explain later ) if you can remember their phone call, kenny was giving ravenstan a lot of shit, being very overprotective, acting like a huge, raging asshole on the phone...and it was because they were worried about raven getting hurt ( amongst other complex things ) but also bc...they were Hurt.

i will say, kenny did still cover him. loyal legend and icon. but they did also...do...a lot of shots, several lines of coke and a couple of people in the coat closet to cope. one of them had an eyebrow piercing.

-uncle nina, releaser of the secret, steamy stenny romantic second lead subplot and curator of chaos and drama in the rmverse

[xoshepard]

yikes not dalinar killing a six year old

[dexholderr]

hands u the callie n vin oneshot wip (below the cut cause its kinda long); thinkin abt maybe callin it somethin like 'The Perfect Conversation Starter: Not Being Able to Sleep'

+a messy doodle from 2am :]

Beyond the sound of the wind that the cabin thankfully blocked, all was quiet in Tentakeel Outpost. The sun had set a few hours ago, and the only light came from the moon, and the few lanterns scattered across the area around the cabin.

It was just enough for Vin to be able to see their breath in front of their face in the just-cold-enough air with every exhale. Despite the visible evidence right in front of them, though, they barely processed the chill, far too focused on keeping watch on the sleeping DJ in his snowglobe, set in a far corner of the outpost.

Vin almost wished they were asleep as well, Tyde, Marie, and Callie having settled down to rest not long after the sun went down. They knew they wouldn’t be able to sleep, though, not in their current state.

If their nerves about leaving Octavio alone with no one to keep an eye on him wouldn't be enough to keep them awake, then the stinging, burning pain along the left side of their head and shoulder and seemingly endless ringing in their left ear would be more than enough.

Their right ear twitches slightly when they hear the faint creak of the cabin’s front door opening, and they turn to see who else was awake at this hour. A vague look of surprise crosses their face when they realize that it was Callie stepping through the door, turning to make sure it closed quietly. Vin tilts their head in confusion as they spot the hoodie she was carrying, despite already having a pink jacket on.

Callie gives them the faintest hints of a tired smile as she meets their eyes, moving to sit next to them on their right as she holds the hoodie out towards them. They don’t take it, still confused, and Callie huffs lightly, deciding to just drop it on their lap instead.

“It’s freezing out here, and you’re wearing a t-shirt and shorts.” Callie supplied before Vin could ask about it, “Please just put on the hoodie. It’s one of Marie’s, if that makes you feel any better?” She tactfully does not point out the fact that she could see the other squid shivering through the front window.

If Vin wasn’t so tired, they’re sure they would have been flustered by the idea of wearing one of Marie’s hoodies, but instead they just give a small nod and quiet hum in thanks as they pull it on. They honestly hadn’t really felt the cold when they stepped out to keep an eye on Octavio, hero hoodie left on a stool inside to be cleaned and mended later.

Thinking about the state of their hero hoodie just made them more aware of what happened to land it in such a state, and they failed to hold back a small wince as a fresh wave of pain stabbed through their left side.

They close their eyes for a moment as they scooch back to lean against the front of the cabin, waiting for it to dull back to the ache they had slowly been getting used to. They’re grateful that Callie doesn’t comment, though they don’t notice the flash of guilt that crossed her face as she watched them. One of her hands grabs the bottom of her jacket tightly, the rest of her just as tense.

She quickly schools her expression back into something she hopes is more neutral as they focus back on her. She didn't, couldn't relax, but she hoped the other agent wouldn’t notice. They look exhausted, but their gaze is still sharp and focused, occasionally glancing towards the large snowglobe that Callie refused to acknowledge. She notes that Vin was mainly focused on her, though, looking as though they were contemplating something.

Callie braced herself, preparing for whatever they might have to say, be it distrust, accusations, asking her to leave, or whatever else it might be. But as they actually started to speak, she could only blink in surprise when it was none of that.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” Vin asks, tone curious, but not prying. They don’t want to make her more uncomfortable than she already seems to be, but they can’t deny being slightly curious as to why one of the NSS members that seemed most in need of proper rest once they got back from Cephalon HQ was currently awake. They weren’t about to say that out loud, though, knowing that she could fully point out their hypocrisy.

Callie doesn’t respond for a moment, still reeling from the fact that Vin wasn’t being even remotely hostile or negative towards her (not that she would blame them…). A quick shake of the head though, and she turns her gaze to the stars as she thinks about how to answer. How does one even respond to such a simple question, when taking the events of the day they’ve all had into account?

She decides to answer with a question of her own, one she’s had since her head was clear enough to understand what all had happened with Octavio and what had happened to Vin as a result. With the way they’re both sitting and the bandages Tyde had used to cover everything, Callie can’t see their wounds, but she can clearly remember the sight of Vin’s shredded left ear and torn up shoulder. Clear evidence of being too close to a too large suction bomb as it goes off.

She remembers feeling sick at the sight, guilt sitting heavy in her stomach. Were it not for Marie clinging on to her so tightly, Callie was sure she would’ve crumpled under the weight of it. The worst part, though, was the look Vin gave her when their eyes met for the first time.

They looked… content. Not scared, or angry. Sure, the pain Vin felt was clear on their face, but they still smiled. A soft thing, almost like they were happy to see the very same squid that had hurt them now standing not even twenty feet away from them. She couldn’t understand it, couldn’t understand them.

“Why are you still here?” She asks, voice giving nothing away towards her feelings about the question and their possible answer. She still hasn’t relaxed though, so Vin can guess well enough about how important it is to her. They give a quiet hum, also turning to the stars as they think over how to answer. They could say so much, but in truth, the answer was easy.

“Because I want to be.” They reply, a small grin crossing their face as they turn their gaze back to her. The simple answer again leaves Callie reeling, surprise and confusion clear in her expression before being quickly replaced by doubt.

“But why? I’d get it if it was just Marie and Tyde, but I literally tried to kill you! You got blown up because of me! How are you so calm about all of this?!” Callie’s voice slowly gets louder as she goes on, all of her doubt and fear and lack of understanding pouring out, no longer being able to be held in. The only thing that stops her is Vin suddenly shifting to lean against her, their head resting on her shoulder.

Vin lets out an almost inaudible sigh as they feel Callie somehow get even more tense, and they slowly reach down to take her hand, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. She doesn’t, and Vin grabs her hand and holds it with far more tenderness than Callie felt she deserved. They give a gentle squeeze, a silent act that they hoped was comforting. Another beat of silence, and then they speak, voice soft.

“I don’t blame you for that. I know it wasn’t your fault. Sure, I got blown up, but it’s not like you specifically were the one to launch the bombs at me. Octavio was the one taking all the shots at me, controlling every attack made towards me. The way I see it, is that at worse, you were just an unfortunate third party.”

Callie looked like she wanted to disagree, but Vin didn’t even give her a chance to argue as they gave another small sigh, followed by a weak chuckle before they continued, “Plus, it probably would’ve happened even if you weren’t there.”

Now it was Callie’s turn to tilt her head in confusion as she stared down at the top of the other agent’s head. She wishes she could get a better view of their face from their current position, but she had no intentions of asking them to move. Her voice is a soft murmur as she questions them. “...What? What do you mean?”

Vin turns their head up a bit to meet her eye, flashing her another grin. “Cause I also was there to save the Great Zapfish. Saving you became my priority as soon as I learned about what happened, but Marie originally recruited me under the guise of returning the Zapfish. So even if you hadn’t been involved at all, I still would’ve ended up fighting Octavio, and been just as likely to be blown up. So genuinely, I don’t blame you at all. If anything, I’m just glad I could help bring you back home, away from him.”

Their last word comes out as a hiss, their gaze sharp as daggers as they glared towards the DJ’s current residence. Callie gives their hand a light squeeze, hoping to return the favor in hopefully providing comfort as she tries to process everything they said.

A large part of her doesn’t want to believe them, wants to insist that they’re just trying to be kind and spare her feelings. Another, smaller, quieter part of her desperately wants to believe them, though. Wants to believe that the squid that seems to have made themself quite comfortable against her side truly didn’t blame her for what happened, didn’t hold it against her.

And in truth, how could she tell either way? She had just met them today, and this was the first time they had actually talked, what with them needing medical attention for their wounds and Marie not wanting to leave Callie’s side for even a second once they got off the top of Sheldon’s truck, so scared of something else happening to drag Callie away again. It took the convincing of everyone, even Sheldon, to just get her to sit down and rest for even just a moment, despite the fact that she was swaying on her feet by the time they got back to Tentakeel Outpost, exhaustion clear.

[wabblebees]

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[probably-just-human]

i spent today rediscovering my past … (like my old deviantart) it is very cool to see how far ive come with my art n stuff! its funny how i like refound my deviantart… cuz i followed like a trail of links after finding an old video a friend of mine made like 6 years ago. and i would discover more and more old stuff of mine and my friends.. well, i say “friends” but some of them i have not talked to in years.. i still like them and think they are my friends but i dont think friends usually dont talk for so long ? it would be cool 2 reconnect more … im too nervous. aha

[felworthless]

The vicious cycle continues /pos

Omg Felix posted hi friend :))))

Omg its art!!!!

who are these people

Omg hi Felix ily gn good job :)))

LMAO

[jrueships]

You are very cool!! Your presence on my dash is always a highlight to my day and I aspire to have ur level of observation in the tags! You bring to light many pairings that are quite 🤔 thought provoking and interesting imo, keep being you!!

OMG a FANTASTIC and DETAILED compliment straight out the BLUE which i DEFINITELY didn't ASK FOR from an ASK GAME?? WHO HAVE THOT - dion waiter nba2k15, worlds greatest philosopher!!! i AM very cool ARENT i 😎 TANK U 🥰🥰🥰!!

[gucci-depressione]

me thought process while readin megaton origins n uh spoilers ahead lol

ch 1

- damn that guy was spitting facts n got nerfed rip

-lmao that senator dude got impaled by that mining tool thingy

- megatron just smashed that guys face in n cuased a riot which got like most of em killed mega rip

- omg rumble n frenzy on the prison ship

- dang is that what sentintal prime looks like dude is totally diff from what I was thinkin lmao

- prowl my beloved

ch 2

- megatron really be the rising champ of the arena good for him [also lovin the red on his face lol]

- there’s like teams in the arena ? the more ya know lol

- ooo recon time by some random bots lol

- :0 wait they be melting bodies ?

- omg soundwave my beloved

- oof recon team got discovered

- aand they’re dead rip to them

ch 3

- omg the elite trine my beloveds

- ooo things be happening n those things be crimes lol

- honestly tho megatron kinda has a point with like the things he’s sayin in his speech yenno. I’d probs join him ngl

- oof here comes the police

- aaand they all gettin arrested rip

- oh they be lettin soundwave go free, mayhaps bc he works for that senator dude 🤔

- ooh wonder what megatron told him

ch 4

- lol starscream so many crimes

- hell yea prison break time me love that

- VIVA LA REVOLUTION >:3

- oooh shit is goin down

- omg did soundwave just turn that guy into a cassette !? could be wrong but that’s what it look like to me

- yo sentinel prime really just pulled up in a whole ass gundam suit

- damn even with the suit he got fuckin wrecked f in the chat

Overall 100/10 so fuckin good

[stephenrea]

this isn't an a*dan g*llen stan blog now btw. it's just a coincidence that he's made an iconic appearance in at least three of the things i've been watching/reading atm and that's really funny to me

[todayisafridaynight]

MERRY YAOIMAS TO ME YAY YIPPEEEEEE

[xoshepard]

Our gods were born splinters of a soul,

Of one who seeks to take control,

Destroys all lands that he beholds, with spite.

They are his spren, his gift, his price.

But the nightforms speak of future life,

A challenged champion. A strife even he must requite.

—From the Listener Song of Secrets, final stanza

ok so the listener gods ARE odium?

[midheavenastrology]

🎉🧁Super rando 🎉🧁Astro Observations 🎉🧁

🍥I do not recommend dating someone who has ur chiron sign- in one way or another they will hurt you unconsciously and trigger you 😔😔😭😓🫣of course this is good in a way because all trauma is meant to be healed ❤️‍🩹🩺🩻but you have to be with someone who is conscious of the hurt they are causing. The chiron person is only really meant to surface these hurts not heal them. Think about it: ur chiron sign is literally embodying the wound that u have so to date that sign is like dating a walking red flag 🚩

🍥People with prominent Jupiter aspects to their ascendant, sun, midheaven will naturally just emit light ! ✨🌞🌻 u shine ! U so sparkle ! Jupiter expands anything it touches, so imagine having sun 🌞 aspecting Jupiter: big energy, big beam of light !!! They also have the loudest, biggest laughs lmao- this is me and everyone always tells me they love how much I laugh at everything/have the biggest guffaw- sound like a dang donkey🐴 sometimes srry not srry 🥲🥲🥲

🍥Someone with a lot of mutable placements absolutely needs fixed energy to ground and stabilize them 😇🥺when it comes to synastry. Especially when it comes to moon sign compatibility. Mutable moons are legit the most moody 🌝😩🌚Cardinal can work too but sometimes feelings will burn out quickly 🐒🔥🌪️💦

🍥However with that said: have y’all ever dated ur opposite moon sign ??? Because that sh*ts fire 🔥

🍥Be careful who you meet romantically during mars or Venus retrograde ⏪⏮️these are past lovers that come back to try sumthin, sumthin out again. Like I went on a dating app 🤪during mars ☄️retrograde and had a super casual fling that burned out super quickly💥💥💥but not with some big lessons. The seggs will be ahmazing because youve fucked around before lol 🍌✨ are the lessons worth it tho, who knos 🥲

🍥Libra and Taurus placements will always be attractive ! trust ! Venus blesses them in some way or another 🌸💅🧖‍♀️ pretty privilege y’all ✨Scorpio and Aries placements will always be sessy, trust ! mars gives them sexy privilege 🍌🍆🌶️ if u got both in ur big three, boy r u trouble 😈

🍥I read somewhere that when you’re embodying your true soul essence you take on ur vedic/sidereal placements: literally have been feelin my triple fire 🔥 placement in vedic ! 😬🌶️🔥

🍥Neptune+mercury placements ….you literally manifest when you speak so be careful what u wish for 🫶 it’s because Neptune: higher spiritual plane, angels 👼, ancestors and then mercury: communication: u are literally speaking to angels mmkay 🥲✨🫶

🍥If you lack fire 🔥 in ur chart, u tend to run V cold 🥶 like ur probs the friend who has cold hands and feet constantly ! Me 🙋‍♀️

🍥Too much mercury in ur chart or air placements can make u constantly in ur head: like u can’t detach ur mind from ur body and soul. It’s gonna be hard 4 u to meditate 🧘‍♀️ tbh. I recommend breath work 4 y’all, so u can get more in tune with ur body/or working out, running, moving ur body 🕺💃🏃‍♀️🏋️‍♀️🤹‍♀️

🍥biggest flirt placements of the zodiac goes to Aries, Gemini, Libra and Sagittarius- if u have all four shidddd…I hope ur significant other is ok 🥲 honorable mention: Pisces (but it’s cus we fall in love like 5 times a day…doesn’t mean we actually know how to flirt tho..we’re just sweet lovers by nature) Aries, Gemini, libra and Sag are the ultimate smooth talkers of the zodiac 🥵

🍥biggest non flirts of the zodiac goes to Capricorn, Virgo, Scorpio, Taurus. Ur flirting style is basically being mean, uninterested or cold. Earth+ Scorpio is very self contained, they like to keep it together and flirting feels stupid and petty. When in a mood, they don’t want to talk to anyone unless there’s a reason for it..like what do u want ? Tell me what u want, set a date and make a plan. Also lez be real: their main love is cash money 🤑

That’s all y’all 🍭🎨🤹‍♀️🤹‍♀️🤹‍♀️🤹‍♀️💅💅💅💅💅☎️☎️☎️☎️☎️☎️🧋🧋🧋🧋🧋🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞

Hope y’all have a magical day 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Thanks for reading+scoping !! 🥰

[missdaytonawrites]

liar • a. anderson

summary - manny and abby find you alone one night and take you back to the stadium, abby does everything in her power to swallow her feelings about you. even if it means pushing boundaries and lying. (enemies 2 lovers w/ abby's mean ass.)

WC - 4k

cw/tw - 18+ MDNI, post!outbreak abby, mean!abby, afab!reader, talk of guns and infected, seriously abby's unreasonably bitchy, talk of alcohol, abby cannot tell the truth to save her life, dom/sub dynamics, hurt/comfort kinda??? fingering (r! receiving) getting caught (if u squint girl, not really) apologetic!abby. slightly, every-so-barely, for a literal split-second... sub!abs, (mainly sub!r tho..) spitting, tribbing ooooh, abby smokes cigarettes, so does r! apparently, little bit of fluff, i kinda hate the ending?? maybe a pt. II to this will happen idk don't ask lol.

A/N - ..heeey people... here it is!!! i recently (like two days ago recently) gained a pretty serious injury on my pinky toe and i've been literally bed-ridden so i had no choice but to get this out. i love this song, i've heard this song live, this song is so request-this-is-based-on coded so!!!! (*edit* nonnie if u see this i hope u love it mwah) i kid you not i started writing this on the two-hour drive home from the paramore concert and i've just now finished it. i'm super personally proud of this and i will say -- YOU 100% HAVE GOT TO, LISTEN TO THE SONG WHEN YOU READ. with most of my other fics, it's really optional but for this?/!:?):!; put headphones in, turn this song on loop, AND THEN READ!!! it will completely enhance the fic. thanks 4 readin as always, love you crazy bitches.

"love is not an easy thing to admit, but i'm not ashamed of it."

this was fucking gross, the dirt was cold and wet. bordering on mud status and now seeping into the cloth of your shorts & t-shirt as you lay into the earth. you were tired and just needed some rest before you continued on. the old abandoned house you had been using as shelter became over-ran with some infected while you were out one day. so it was back to the forest floor for now.

gross, cold, and wet. the way she had found you, curled up and fast asleep on the ground, she almost wished that she felt bad. she didn’t though, instead for a split second she forgot manny had been following behind her as she took the barrel of her gun to press into the side of your face. she pressed in a little harder and you shot awake at the feeling of something touching your teeth through your cheek. your eyes fly open and they’re met with two shadowy figures above you.

one is a lot larger than the other, the one who had been poking you with the gun crouched down to get a better look at you. through her inspection, manny could be heard behind her muttering something about “we can’t just leave her here, abs.” abby didn’t really care for what he was saying, instead she was silently cursing herself for the emotion that began to crowd her train of thought. abby had toughened herself up enough so these sorts of things wouldn’t happen. she, or the rest of the WLF couldn't afford any emotional attachments. abby didn't need to be going out and developing crushes on sleeping beauties in the woods. yet here she was…

maybe that's why she grew to detest you so severely. treating you so harshly so her mask didn't slip, it was the only way for her. especially the night they found you. she couldn’t even begin to fathom how badly she wanted to just grab you up, take you back to clean you off and keep you safe with the rest of them. instead, she shook you (and manny’s new found excitement, like they found a stray puppy) off, pulling her gun away from your face and stepping about eight feet far from you to speak with manny.

it was back and forth the entire time, manny weighing in all the pros while abby lays out all the cons. true childish banter begins to ensue and abby begrudgingly agrees to bring you back with manny, claiming he’ll “deal with any consequences.” they walk back over to where you lay, awake and pissed. you had just started to fall asleep for fucks sake, “look, you’re coming with us. don't argue and just be grateful that it's we who ran across your ass and not some raider." abby sighs then pinches the bridge of her nose, you would like to argue but the darker haired one looks rather excited for you to be coming, so you bite your tongue for now.

it had been six months since that night… six months of falling in love with your new life at the stadium, six months of manny becoming the closest friend you’ve ever known, six months of training.. six months of a total cold shoulder from abby. you didn't even know if you could call it that, lord knows she never spared her snarky comments towards you at dinner or when the two of you got paired together on runs. always saying something about how you never do anything right, then carrying on while she tells you all the reasons they should've just left you there in the forest to rot.

you take on each day with your head high, trying not to let abby bother you. even if you couldnt seem to crack her fucking issue with you, reminding yourself that everyone else enjoys you and is glad you joined them. especially manny, he was a great pal, always sitting with you at dinner and reading with you. one night he had pulled you out of your book and talked you into having a drink with him, so you did. the two of you passed the bottle back and forth all night, intoxicating yourself enough to blab about abby.

“i just don’t fuckin’ get it, i guess.” taking another swig, you chuckle and hand manny the bottle back. “maybe i just see myself differently than she does.” he looks like he’s thinking and before he can say anything you start again, “does she talk about me? i mean, have i done anything to her that i’m just oblivious to?” manny doesn't say anything, just throws back whatever is left in the whiskey bottle and looks at you sympathetically.

“she doesn't really talk to anyone about things like that, maybe you did.. nobody will ever know.” you sigh and cross your legs. you and manny enjoy the silence for awhile before there’s some shuffling to the side of you two and then just like magic, there’s abby. rearing her mean little head like she heard you twos conversation. much to your chagrin, she did and as she takes her seat next to manny she whacks his shoulder and grumbles something along the lines of “couldn't save any for me..?”

abby's presence captures all of manny's attention while she talks him into going to grab another bottle, you sit uncomfortably and slightly tipsy as she finally convinces him. he gives you a little salute before heading off, leaving you and abby alone. you feel the liquor drop like an anchor in your stomach and your eyelids become heavy, you suddenly aren't sure how much longer you wanna stay.. where did she come from? if she was listening, why? you could have sworn manny said everyone else was out for the night..?

you’re so deep in thought that you don't notice abby has moved closer to you, and has been slowly muttering in your ear this whole time. it isn’t until she is literally snapping her fingers in front of your face, that you pull yourself out of your trance. when you turn to look her in the eyes, you notice just how close she had gotten. taking a sharp breath she starts again, even slower this time, like you wouldn't understand if she were to say it any faster. “i don’t see you differently, i see you for what the fuck you are… n’ i can’t say i’m the biggest fan”

you swallow and feel as if you’ve shrunk beneath her very gaze, “keep my fucking name out of your mouth, got it?” subconsciously scooting away from her, you nod quickly and avert your gaze. she snaps again, and your eyes shoot back to hers. “say it. tell me that you got it through your goddamn head,” and she moves closer. “now!” you squeak out a shaky “got it!” before standing and making your exit. on your leave, you can hear abby laugh at the situation from down the hall.

she has never taken something that far before? you can’t even recall a time she’s been that close to you before. guilt starts to float around you like a cloud above your head. you cannot believe you let her bother you so much that you left without saying a “good night.” or “thank you!” to manny.

flopping face-down on your cot, you conjure an idea; you rummage through all of your belongings to find some pen and paper. you write manny an explanatory note and let him know a little about what happened.

finishing up your letter, you can faintly hear him and abby laughing from your room.

“ah, abs.. you’ll have to get over yourself and tell her eventually.” he sighs and you can hear abby hiss at the thought. “nah man, i’ve already-” and then you remember how shes made you feel before, you decide you’re done eavesdropping and suddenly decide to no longer give manny the piece of paper you had been writing him. crumpling the note, you throw it at the wall and lay down to read.

an entire two weeks pass, you can confidently say you’ve not once thought about abby. her lack of kindness fails to phase you as the days pass. you’ve stopped eating with the group, opting for meals in your room instead. you’ve only really talked with manny only enough to ensure you and abby aren't partnered up for anything. it was smooth sailing for another two weeks, a whole fucking month passes and you cannot believe she’s really left you alone. you honestly didn't think she was capable, but alas, she hadn't even barely looked your way. you can’t help but let your mind race before you sleep about why? was she respecting your request? had manny scolded her? you remembered what manny had told you and settled with the fact that you’d never know.

one night, as you make your bed and pack your bag for the week, there's a quick rasp of knuckles on your door. “heeeeey! i know you’re in here, let me in.” manny, and he sounded drunk. unlocking the door and rolling your eyes, he stumbles in and flops down on your freshly made cot. “we have got to taaaalk..” he hiccups and rolls over to face you, “i need to know, please-” burping and then bursting out in laughter he rubs his eyes and sits up. “what reeealllyy happened that ni-ght.” you didn't think you could roll your eyes back any further than they did at that very moment, practically dismissing him you say: “i don't know what you’re talking about, what night?” burping, he looks at you like you’ve lost it, “c’mon, don't do that. i just want to know if she's telling me the truth…”

in that moment, your head whips around and you’re sure your eyes bugged out of your head. “the truth? what did she say happened?” manny matches the shocked expression on your face for a split second and then erupts in laughter, you worry for what he’s about to say. “look, don’t let this- this, don't tell her i said this.” swallowing and moving closer to him, you sit on the cot with manny while he tells you this extravagant story all about what “happened” that night.

apparently, that night, you told abby to her face that you thought she had a problem with you. apparently, on that same night you also caught an attitude with abby and got in her face. apparently, you stormed off in a drunken rage after allegedly jumping all over her case.

furious, you were so fucking mad. there were simply no words in the goddamned english dictionary to fathom how angry you were with her. she lied! right through her teeth! to manny of all people! about you! there was no holding back anymore, returning to the moment, you spare no gory details as you tell manny what really happened. to say the least? he wasnt very happy, you told him you were scared of her and didnt say anything sooner because you swore to “keep her fucking name out of your mouth.”

the conversation sobered manny up enough for him to apologize on abby's behalf and then exit rather quickly, leaving you to go to bed. you just can’t justify falling asleep, though. not until you make a plan, to your knowledge abby has no reason to be treating you the way she is; the only thing to do now is talk to her. you can be civil, at this point you just need to know why. so in a futile attempt to sleep, you rehearse with yourself what you’re going to say to abby tomorrow.

you wake up to bright sun, bam, right there in your eyes. you practically hiss and you turn away from your window, regaining your vision when your senses are flooded with an overwhelming scent of pine… you thought you were having a stroke, so you sit up and take in your surroundings. upon further inspection, and the realization that you’re definitely not having a stroke, you look around your space and low and behold..

there’s abby. hair falling loosely about her shoulders, still in her pajamas, sitting there just as annoying as the sun. you see her and glare, the tone of your morning immediately shifts and you turn away from her the same way you did with the morning light. grumbling something at her about how she needs to leave and how you two would do this later. you thought your point had been made until she grabs your arm and stops you from laying back down.

“look, i seriously can’t do this anymore.” she pulls you hard enough that you’re sitting up again. “i feel so fucking guilty, i don’t think i could even put it into words.” you almost laugh in her face, actually. “can’t do what anymore, abby? walk around and spew nothing but hate for me?” you realize how close she is and you reach out to shove her. putting some distance between the two of you, she opens her mouth to speak again but you interrupt her. “is it the whole lying to manny thing that made the guilt finally kick in, anderson?”

she returns to her spot in the chair on the far side of your room and sits, she chews her cheek while you rub your eyes. “don’t got anything to say now, huh?” she looks at you like she wants you to finish.. so you do. “i told you to go away, abby. we could’ve handled this later.” she stands up and walks over, sitting and occupying the empty space on your mattress next to you.

“i can’t keep living like this. fuck, fuck!” she shouts and stands, wiping her hands on her forehead. “i don’t know how to do this, and you aren't making it any easier.” you are genuinely astonished, in utter disbelief that she’s the angry one and that you’re gonna have to spell this out for her. “how about sorry? maybe go tell manny yourself that you are a fucking liar?!”

in that very moment, smoke might as well of blown out of her ears like a damn cartoon, “yeah. a liar.” she huffs and sits again. “lied to manny, lied about wanting you to keep my name out of your mouth.. lied about hating you.”

your jaw dropped, mouth literally hanging open as she continues, “i don’t know why, there’s no excuse. i am so fucking sorry.” she moves closer to you and puts her hand on your arm, gentler this time. “i haven’t said this to anyone in years, but i think i love you.” gazing down to her hand on you, then back up to her eyes you swallow the lump sitting in your throat. you don’t know what to say.

“abby, i,” you sigh and chew your lip, “i wish i knew what to say, this is all-” and then her hand moves up, silencing you when her thumb swipes over the expanse of your lips and then rests at the corner of your mouth. she leans into you and offers you two more words, “don’t talk..” then closes the gap between you two.

your lips are like heaven, everything she could have ever wanted. every night when she would fall asleep dreaming of them, this is it and more. she feels like she is fucking floating. she doesn't know what to do with her hands; they tangle in your hair, slide and touch your arms and then come up to cup your cheeks while she pushes into you impossibly further.

she breaks the kiss every now and then to mutter an “i’m sorry.. m’so so sorry, baby.” pulling away completely to admire you. she’s panting so heavily as she goes to pull your tank top up and off, immediately ducking down to take a nipple into her mouth. the cool air of your room hits you, head rolling back and around when you peer down at her, she locks eyes with you. pulling off you with a pop, she comes back up to kiss you again. except this time, its not a makeout, just short desperate pecks all over your face while she hurries to get your shorts off of you.

you help her out and shimmy out of them, completely bare, you fall back on your elbows and spread your legs for her. she lets out a low whistle and shakes her head, chuckling as she whispers, “goddamn foolish to deny myself of this..” bringing her middle and ring finger to rub circles around you.

she moves them down and pushes the two into you, twisting and curling them against your walls. you gasp and drop your head again, hands balling up into fists. abby notices your open mouth and kisses you again, pushing her tounge into your mouth and really fucking kisses you. her free hand rolls your nipple and then wraps in your hair, exposing your neck for her to suck and bite. “pussy’s so good..” whispering against your neck, fingers still fucking you while crude sounds bounce and echo off your walls.

she pulls her fingers out and hovers them over your clit. she looks down at your dripping center, wets her lips, and then looks back at you. “may i?” she asks and brings her fingers to her mouth to taste. her eyes knock to the back of her head and she brings her fingers down to rub you some more, “god, please let me, baby”

while you barely manage to moan out a response abby has already wondrously found her way down to your core, latching herself to your clit. she groans into you while your hips instinctively buck into her mouth. as if the sensation of her devouring you wasn't enough, her fingers plunge into you. writhing beneath her, your hands find a home in abby’s hair; and if her head weren’t literally between your legs, you would have stopped to comment on how soft her blonde locks are.

abby continues to fuck you with her fingers when all of the sudden, her mouth is pulling off of your pussy and delving into your lips yet again. the contact has you whimpering and an unfamiliar heat sizzles in your lower belly. you pull away from the kiss in attempts to speak, but to no avail as she simply just follows you back and keeps kissing you. “don’t run from it, baby.. don’t run from me.” she pulls away from your face and drives her fingers into you, fast and mean and determined.

your breathing quickens and you’re suddenly so much more aware of the way she's leaning over you, the darkness in her eyes, the way she’s heaving as she watches your body react to her touch. you’re close, so, so indescribably close to the edge; just about to explode beneath her when.. knock knock knock!

“abs?! you guys in there?” manny, banging on your door to innocently check the status of you two’s “making up.” abby’s eyes flicker down to yours and her free hand flys to her own lips, pressing a single finger to them, hushing you. “i got this, stay quiet.” she whispers and gives you a peck then clears her throat. “yeah man! we’re all good, just talkin’!” she shouts at him, never once slowing her pace while your orgasm just bubbles within you.

manny laughs, “cool, cool. just wanted to make sure you aren't like.. murdering her or anything.” abby laughs this time, murdering something else for sure, and lets him know you two will be out soon enough. you hear his footsteps trail off, and without a second to think, abby’s kissing you again. you whine against her lips and she coos, practically begging you to cum on her fingers.

“let go, give it to me baby, please.” your legs spasm and she chuckles, bringing her thumb to your clit as you gush onto her fingers. hips circling and following the movements of her thumb while you ride it out, abby watches in amazement. she removes her fingers from you as you come down, and makes quick work of her own bottoms. discarding them on the floor, she grabs one of your legs for leverage and swings one of her own over your torso. positioning her pussy right over your own, she trails a line of kisses down your calf and to your knee. resting her forehead against your leg and huffing when she finally grinds down into you.

your mouth falls agape, and you reach to touch her; any of her. her arms, her hips, her chest. gasping while she bites the meaty part of your calf, you buck into her and she throws her head back at the increased friction.

“such a good girl, y’know that..? so fucking good..” her hips rut back and forth and sweat drips from her forehead and runs down your leg. looking down at where the two of you connect, abby spits on to the both of you and fucks you harder. she’s the one to whine this time, so fucking pent up from living with you for fucking months and not already doing this. guilt starts to grow heavy in her stomach again and she whimpers then kisses your ankle, folding your leg to rest against her shoulder. she looks down at you and cups you face, clit still rubbing against you. “m’sorry.. fuck.” she grips your face harder and her pace quickens, incoherently mumbling out apologies and you feel your second orgasm start to swirl.

you shush at her and move your own hips quicker to keep up, “no, no abby, please..” she throws her head back again and her hands move to grope at your tits, you look up at her with forgiving eyes. nodding, as if to telepathically tell her that it's okay. that you want this and that you forgive her, she nods back and groans as loud as you’ve ever heard. you lightly tap her bicep and bring her back to the moment. whimpering, “gonna cum again, abs, please..”

she breathes and nods her head again, “m’almost there baby, almost..” sniffling, she really pushes down into you and her hips falter just slightly. “want you to cum with me, ‘kay?” she keeps fucking herself against you and you tremble, trying to move with her but you’re too lost in pleasure.

she winces and bucks her hips criminally fast; ushering you, and herself, to finally let go. she pants and sweats above you, her own orgasm crashing into her while you cling to her for dear life. pathetically writhing into her as you begin to unravel yourself. melting back into the bed sheets as she rides the both of you through your highs. her hips begin to slow and she’s kissing up and down your leg again. nudging her nose against your thigh, with a finalizing and triumphant breath.

you slowly creep back into reality and feel abby's weight shift off and away from you, just barely noticing her shimmy her shorts back up. she wobbles out of the room and returns with a damp towel, wiping the two of you down. she lets you lay and rest while she digs in her shorts pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, she takes one out and lights it, and then crawls into bed with you.

she tucks you under her arm and wraps your blanket around you both, taking a long drag from her smoke and flicking the ash somewhere to her side. exhaling and turning the cigarette towards you, she slides the filter between your lips and lets you get a good pull.

it stays this way for a while, quiet and still. wrapped up in eachother, you two finish the smoke together and she puts it out right on your concrete floor. she pulls you in even closer and kisses your head. you sigh and close your eyes, saying it back for the first time, “i love you too, abby.”

jeeeeez, editing this was sooo headache-flavored. anyway! happy reading! wish me a decent recovery, and also?? lmk if you guys want a more in-depth story behind my fucked-up toe or pictures for that matter lol!!!