#imsorry this is long

[the-other-soup]

I know you usually draw Lucifer... but could I request a shirtless Alastor? I just really love how soft you make everything look!

eat up anon

[nem0-nee]

[ CIRCUS MUSIC BLARING IN THE DISTANCE ]

Doodles of the incoming clown- Coming soon to a dumpster near you!!

[sour-sailin]

I like the idea of francis being good with romance or whatever country of love ect ect but what i find more interesting is a francis who is just "bad" at love according to anyone-who-knows-him-even-a-little-bit's metrics yk.

(More under the cut cause this ended up STUPID long)

Like hes kind of too much or too little. He goes super overboard with romantic afternoons, candles and petals and shit. Cannot be casual about that. But hes also a bit too easygoing?

He WILL cheat and if broken up with he wont even act like he cares, like oh well. I guess I just gotta move on! I really did love them tho!

In a way he did... Its like he has a very general "love for humanity and life and beauty" kind of thing going on but he cant make really meaningful interpersonal connections easily so he just assumes/pretends theyre the same "love". Ykwim. Hes a man of apearances moreso than a man of true emotional substance.

Doesnt consider that the stuff he does hurts his partners/will ignore problems till the other brings them up to him. Idk. Theres something a tiny bit robotic about how he goes about this kinda stuff, methinks.

Idk. Anything beyond the most basic of romantic platitudes is stuff he doesnt really bother with... Quantity over quality... He has too many people close to his heart to make anyone feel uniquely like romantically special to him you know. Hell bring up past lovers to current ones like he still loves them.

This guy cannot hold down any partner!!! He only can if he tries super hard beyond the aesthetics of romance but he just doesnt see the apeal in bothering with that. Eternally celibate kind of >_>

Anyways idk. Thoughts. Does this even make sense? Probably not. Sorry. Lol. Sorry if this is ooc too i just like thinking about it because it makes all his relationships miserable and thats funny

[umeminyan]

kai. . hi, if you could indulge me this selfship question for renkai about first kiss..? :3 did it just suddenly happen? or were there some 'holding back' that happened? when did either of you realized "oh i wanna give this person a kiss" !!

i am ノgladノ to indulge you in more selfship question for renkai !!! (∩ˊᵕˋ∩ ྀི) nyehehe thank you for giving me an excuse to yap about renkai eris <3

mmmmm neither of us do have the boldness to come up to the other and immediately goes “kiss me” or anything like that :scratcheshead: ૮꒰˵っ ̫- ˵꒱ა ( at least in the beginning before i got comfortable enough to tease and poke fun at him :p ) so i decide !!! that we first tasted each other’s lips during a quiet, vulnerable moment spent together in my room ( everyone has the habit of barging right into his room sometimes … so it’s not very ideal for romantic escapades lawlz :3 )

i imagine him sliding beneath the sheets, still hesitant and moves quietly as if he’s afraid of disturbing or scaring me away despite previous reassurances ૮ ๑´ `๑ ྀིა while i’m busying myself with lighting up a room diffuser, checking if the loose strap of my nightgown is sliding off or if my hair is tousled — all too aware by his gaze following my every movement ( which, definitely did nawt help with my worsening nerves ^^; )

eventually he finally calls me out, “aren’t you going to sleep?” and i finally slides into the bed, gently and slowly ( normally i’d plop myself down with no hesitation and relish in the backpain it gives me :3 ) once laid down, i instinctively scoot closer to him, despite still picking my pillow over him to hug ( he secretly wishes to obliterate that bundle of cotton to dust )

a few hours passed, one too many sighs heaved from both parties .. until i finally braved myself to ask if he’s still awake ( he thought he was being slick with all the squirming and turning ) then, he huffs in defeat, turning around to face me just in time for me to do the same >_<

“i’ve never been in one bed together with the opposite sex,”

“i see,” despite the curt answer, he internally sighed in relief.

“…so i’m a little… nervous.”

he goes silent, contemplating his next move — what to do to soothe her? how should i proof to her that i won’t bring her harm? — he’s only been very well acquainted with violence for a as long as he can remember and he has zero clue of intimacy.

something clicked in his mind when his eyes found my lips — dry and chapped and lonely yet beautiful in its own way, waiting for another pair of lips to warm them up.

his hands moved before he can overthink his desire any longer, reaching up to gently hold my cheek still so i won’t avoid his eyes any longer, inching closer before he halts midway, swallowing the cherry-sized lump in his throat to mutter a quiet, “can i?”

meanwhile, i ( ears flushed red to the tip, palms sweating and clenching on the blankets so tightly it might be permanently crumpled ૮ ྀི ˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵ ྀིა ) let out a tiny breath i was holding in since his coarse, bandaged hand came into contact with my cheek, before slowly nodding and moving my hand to hold him by his side instead, slowly beginning to show bits of my clingy, touchstarved self ໒꒰ྀི˃ ˂ഃ ꒱ྀི১

aaand then they finally kissed !!!!!!!! it was brief, and did not involve tongues lolol ( again, too nervous ) but he did try to nibble on my lower lip, merely a featherlight graze of his canines against the soft flesh, and i definitely heard a split-second hum after he tasted the strawberry juice i had during dinner earlier ….

​and then .. well it was very awkward afterwards .. but i broke the ice with a small chuckle and joked about how i can taste the strawberry on him too and that he must’ve stolen one from my bowl — to which he replied with a huff, as if to deny my statement ( but also sounding softer than usual >_< ) — and we didn’t do anything except sleeping right away ( i mumbled a small ‘good night’ while hiding my face in the nook of his clavicle … and i was sure i felt something wide and tender resting atop my head before i dozed off completely … ໒꒰ ྀི ⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა )

i will b amazed if someone actually took their time reading thsi ..

[ruscha]

it is 5 in the morning i haven’t slept and i have lots of things to say about the gta v endings!!!

obviously i played all three, and here’s the thing: A and B are fake. that’s not controversial, i’m pretty sure its accepted fact that the devs treat C as the “real” “canon” ending.

but with that being so obvious, what’s the point of including the other endings at all? they’re shockingly short, like the same length as franklin’s misc assassination missions for lester throughout the game, and shockingly devoid of that kind of closure you’re expecting from a story with this many moving parts. franklin kills either trevor or michael, and the antagonists of the game just… give up? like mike and trev were some sort of all-encompassing hot and cold weather system, and all it took was the removal of one of them to prevent a federal agency and private militia and organized crime-sized tornado. silly, deceptively easy, and leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

but— my hot take is that A and B aren’t necessarily “fake”. as in, not meaningless or trivial by any means. i think that something is lost in not playing A and B before C, in fact.

because this game is about franklin clinton. it’s also about michael and trevor, sure, but only in the context of franklin becoming entangled in their lives. franklin isn’t necessarily a “blank state” at the beginning, but he is written with as minimal bias as possible in order to serve as the stand-in for the player as they navigate the story. he serves as the middle ground between the two opposing forces of michael and trevor, but looking past that, he is also at a crossroads in his life. frankin wants to become something else, be “somebody”, but isn’t sure what that means yet.

to that end, franklin never says no. he is open to helping every stranger, killing any target, volunteering for every job, jumping off any building as long as someone offers an opportunity for clarity, prosperity, or self-fulfillment at the end of the trip. franklin goes along with michael’s mid-life crisis and becomes his protege because he is searching for purpose and a clearer picture of himself. he buries his reservations about trevor, the feds, weston, etc, because he is taught by michael that they can be useful in obtaining what he wants. and when he gets it, the thing he thought he needed, the thing that michael told him would save his life, he is still stuck. he lives in an empty mansion, having lost his connection with anyone he ever loved from his previous life. nothing has gotten better.

if you play ending A or B, franklin moves like an automaton through the final mission, offering short condolences or platitudes to his victims while remaining otherwise numb about what he is doing. it’s second nature to him now. michael, and by extension trevor, has honed him into a vessel for greed and carnage and betrayal, a shell of who he once was. during michael’s killing, he will admit to being used and manipulated by him, but it won’t fix anything now. it won’t make him better. endings A and B take away franklin’s soul and leave him with only vague copies of the men he followed after.

the deception of A and B, of course, comes in assuming that in franklin’s crossroads scenario, he only had two possible paths in front of him. which makes ending C, on the other hand, feel like a warm hug.

franklin rejects the paradigm he has been forced into. he regains his agency. he rejects his tutelage and goes by instinct, an instinct that leads him to— for the first time in the game i believe— ask lamar for a favor. lamar gladly accepts, because he isn’t just a bumbling wannabe who leeches off of his friend’s good will! he’s franklin’s friend, and his generosity reminds franklin of what being a genuine human is like. no paranoia, no lies, no backstabbing, just love. and it turns out, that’s who franklin really is after all!! full of love, and drive, and assertiveness, and commitment to those he cares about.

and of course it rubs off on the old guys, who are counseled away from having each other at gunpoint in a matter of minutes. in ending C, franklin teaches trevor and michael how to survive— and not just survive— how to live. how to stop walking down that horrible road to loneliness and inhumanity, how to trust others and utilize your talents for the vaguest semblance gta has of “the greater good”. the gang gets back together, the bad guys are picked off one by one, and the protagonists walk off into the sunset, having learned and grown in the process. it’s sappy! a hollywood ending covered in sugar.

and that’s why A and B are important to play first in my book. ending C is the payoff for having to first do and witness the thing that will ruin franklin’s life, irreparably, forever. the thing that will take away the rest of who he really is. C without A or B is just a schlocky 80s movie, but all three endings together create a cautionary tale for our little guy to struggle through, and eventually come out the other side truly prosperous, having finally found a way to be happy.

[deciderare]

i miss you so fucking much. i wish i could just hear you sing me songs again.

[homosexual-fanfiction]

girl help this chapter outline is fucking long

[caracello]

iwas trying to remember one of the grenades from halo and was like oh ill look it up and , in a brilliant moment of forgetting real life weapons exist, googled 'tank bomb'

[exclted]

˚ · . @duskroine​​ asked;

[ CROWN ] make a flower crown, or bestow one upon another.

the Chosen One trembles upon approaching the sight of their relative, standing far but near, in all the composure that one of her blood would compose.  they should engage into conversation; the preferences of family were those they were not taught.  months have passed since the announced arrival, and yet never had ophelia wished to thrust themselves into an interaction with some distant relative they had yet to meet.  it is not as though lucina will throw herself into conversation with them herself.

still, to be blessed by the dragons means courage, so ophelia stills their hands from shaking and walks up to lucina.   "   greetings, professor!   "   they exclaim, bowing their head in respect.   "   i see that the stars have aligned quite so.  o-our interaction was written in the stars... high above; where all can read!   "

sepia skin begins to flush and ophelia takes a breath, exhales it in a steady blow.   "   someone of your celestial standing deserves a crown that the people of fodlan will adore.   "   and with still hands—   a causal ignorance to how their hands remain trembling—   ophelia holds out the flower crown with a smile, wide yet transparent.   "   please do take it!  a gift of excellence.  from one chosen hero... to a-another.   "

Time is a funny thing. Lucina has seen it turned and bent and broken, has run both against and alongside it, but still there are some concepts that are just... difficult.

Concepts like seeing your father only a handful of years older than yourself, or like seeing the kids who had stood by your side and taken up arms against fate become suddenly your senior.

She has seen it now a few times --  that evidence of years she has yet to live on the faces of her dearest friends -- but it never gets easier to accept. That they had gone on without her, built lives anew in a world she will only know as though it were a children’s tale.

Lucina has never been good at pretending not to be jealous.

Those things are easy to forget, though. When she doesn’t squint too much or linger too hard on the new names she hears the people in the monastery call them. It is only a suggestion, really, this future they have seen without her. It is, of course, until evidence of it stands so plainly before her.

For a moment she fears that her face may betray cruelty or disgust, that she may become that villain her innermost thoughts are so determined to make of her. The student trembles, opens their mouth finally to speak.

The world’s weight slips from the exalt’s shoulders, her fears forgotten.

“Of my celestial standing...” her echo is gentle, as cautious as the hands that reach to accept the offered flowers. Eyes flicker upward from hands, settling upon dusk’s own.

And there is recognition, there is love. Family, for as long as Lucina has drawn breath, has been her most treasured possession. Forget jealousy, forget hurt. This... There will never be anything more pure.

“Thank you.” The flowers are brought to rest atop her head, handled as though the most precious of things, and Lucina’s now empty hands reach gingerly for the other’s. She smiles, squeezing fingers softly in her own. 

“From one chosen hero to another.”

[nem0-nee]

"Time waits for no one... So you six better get MOVING!! GOGOGO!!!"

Idol AU by @rosietrace & @starry-night-rose || Tagging: @fumikomiyasaki @windbornearchon @authoruio @sakuramidnight15

Name: Kairyn Saint (goes by "Mayuu")

Stage Name: MAYUMI or Yumi (previously)

Age: 18

Birthday: January 7 (Capricorn)

Height: 5'6" or 167 cm

VO:

Atsuko Tanaka (JP)

Hellena Taylor (EN)

Singing VO:

Ado (JP)

KANKAN (JP)

DEMONDICE (EN + JP)

Likes: Working, Doodling, Problem solving, Rhythm games

Dislikes: Dreaming, Tight schedules

Favorite Artists: Nulut/Lanndo, NILFRUITS, Syudou

Favorite Food: Salted duck egg, Jasmine tea

Least Favorite Food: Corn cheese, Coffee (will only drink it during desperate times)

Idol Division: Ramshackle Division

Idol Group: (Co)-connect (current), N/A (previously)

Position: Manager (current), Soloist (previously)

[RELATIONSHIPS]

Ellis - fond of; would protect

Carol - respects and relies on

Miren - respects; greatly appreciates it when he helps out, but dies inside when he eats all of the food

Chizuko - casual with, but dies inside whenever she decides to mess with her

Juvia - casual with; would protect as well

Yuuta - casual with, but despises him whenever he pisses her off

[FACTS AND ADDITIONAL TRIVIA]

She loves to unwind, especially if it's after a stressful job like managing a concert or a new album release. She spends this free time with her members, especially with Carol, Ellis, and Juvia.

Her favorite thing to do with her group is karaoke. She gets to feel as if she's really a part of the group, plus it's a nostalgia trip to her previous idol days.

Mayuu will break company policy if it's "the right thing to do."

She tries not to get mad whenever her members wake her up for any reason, especially if it's Chizuko playing her bass at an ungodly hour.

There was once a time she drove off and left Yuuta behind... on purpose. She promised she won't make the same mistake...or so she claims.

She has sunk more vans in the river than (Co)-connect has beaten Poisoner in terms more than sales.

She likes to joke that she's called Mayuu because it's short for "Manager Yuu."

Mayuu started out as an Utaite and eventually became an idol after being scouted by NRC.

She started her career as an utaite when she was 14, then she became an idol at 14. She ended up quitting when she was 17.

She used to be a solo idol in the Ramshackle division. She had to graduate due to conflict with the other divisions, mainly Ocean M4fia, Tartarus, (!)nsomnia, and Poisoner.

Despite having graduated, she still works at NRC. The CEO was "kind" enough to let her stay and give her a stable job.

Mayuu once had a duet with a certain member in (!)nsomnia.

She genuinely cares for her members. The last thing she wants is for them to end up like her...

[^ is her debut song!]

DEBUT ALBUM (will add more later)

Odo [by Ado]

BLOODY MARY [by KANKAN]

ALKATRAZ [by DEMONDICE]

GRADUATION ALBUM

Unknown Mother Goose [by WOWAKA, cover by 吉乃]

Wanting, Getting, Wanting [by DEMONDICE]

Otome Dissection [by Deco*27, cover by Ado]

(These are not final! I will add more later)

[infinityhasbegun]

If you really are Ranboo, did they take you out of the box or leave it on? Do you have any idea what Showfall is planning to do with now that you won't star in any more productions?

nno w hyh wou ld theyleave that on idont

i donnt know whatg they plan on doingwtih me i just know all theyu said was that im "getting a break" and that ishoould be grateful for it

[morphids]

break up with your boyfriend, ellie williams

pairing: bestfriend!ellie x afab, curly haired,bi!reader (college au)

chapter: one shot (8k words whoops my finger slipped got my asd diagnosis today lol ig that explains that) proofread but if there's errors idk what to tell u

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ so minors dni, subish!ellie, loserlesbian ellie, poc friendly!! drug mentions, marijuana usage, friends to lovers, angst?? ellie gets her coochie ate, so does reader, fingering, ✂️✂️, all that good stuff, they essentially worship each other, cheating (not by reader but sus behaviours n thoughts fs) (tw::: men bf’s a dickspawn imsorry) homophobia.

summary: you have a horrible boyfriend, ellie’s always hated him. 

a/n: full word vomit im sorry if its ass but also i kinda lost my composure writing this 🤭🫣😵‍💫

AS ALWAYS FUCK DRUCKMANN AND ALL ZIONISTS, resources for Palestine and the daily click linked on my pinned post!

**

You were tired, drained. Hours had passed and you and your boyfriend were still at it. Angry words and misunderstood sentences all throughout the day had resulted in yet another fight between you.

"Dean, I've said it so many times, I can't go through it again,"

Dean, your boyfriend of a few months had a rocky track record, from keeping in close contact with his ex, to not telling interested girls that he's not single. The situation was always the same, you'd express your discomfort with something and he'd get angry, defensive. Then, eventually after so much arguing would get you to 'realise' that it's no big deal, that you shouldn't have reacted that way at all and in fact, you should apologise to him for making him feel like a cheater.

You had considered breaking up with him, so many times, in fact. Yet, you simply couldn't bring yourself to do it, still holding out with hope that things will improve.

"Baby, I swear nothing is going on, she's just my friend."

"Fine, okay." You ceased, feeling mentally drained by hours of conflict, "I have to go, need to meet Ellie, we have that test soon."

"You're leaving?" Dean said, clearly still agitated and pumping from the fight,

"Yes, Dean," you sighed, glancing in the mirror to double-check that your makeup hadn't been ruined from the previous crying, "I told you, this exam is really important," In other words, you have more things to be worrying about than your issues with him.

Gathering your books and piling them into your tote bag, you felt Dean's eyes on you, silently steaming as he saw you pick up your books.

"I'll see you later," Without looking back, you grabbed your keys from the side of the door and headed out.

He always had a problem with Ellie, which you couldn't understand, she was always supportive and kind to you. What reason would he have to dislike her?

You had been friends ever since that first physics class three years ago, you had sat in the row in front of her, over fifteen minutes into the lecture had passed until you felt a tap at your shoulder. Turning, you were greeted with green eyes and a smiling face adorned with light freckles.

"Hey, you got a spare pen?" She looked bashful, almost embarrassed that she hadn't been prepared even for the first class of the year. A half smile was placed on her lips. Amused, you gladly handed her a pen, pleased that you had an abundance of pens neglected at the bottom of your tote bag. You were always prepared, just not the most organised.

At the end of the lecture, she tried to hand you back the pen, but you refused and insisted she kept it, was she planning on asking someone for every class she had? That was just inefficient.

When you wouldn't accept the pen back, she ripped out a rough square from a page of her notebook, scribbling her number quickly so she could pay you back for the pen. 

You had been friends ever since, there was something that just worked. She had been there long before Dean and you would be damned if he was to get in the way of your friendship.

You had reached Dina and Ellie's place, they both shared the accommodation whilst you lived in a one-bed en-suite in a dorm. Dean lived at his fraternity, which you always hated going to meaning you spent most of the time at your place instead. 

Knocking, you only waited for a few seconds until the door swung open, revealing Ellie, clad in a white tank top and some grey sweatpants. The open door had caused a draught to haze through the air, the faint scent of smoke and music softly playing at a low volume.

"Hey, you." She spoke, smiling that usual smile that was seemingly tattooed on her lips. Ellie moved out of the doorway to let you in, closing the door behind you as you stepped into the familiar, comforting living room.

"Hey," your tone must have not been well received, as it prompted a,

"Well, what's gotten into you?"

"I've had the worst day, Dean-" you were interrupted by a slightly exaggerated groan, with an added,

"What has he done this time?"

"Ellie.." you sighed, dropping your tote from your shoulder and to the floor, kneeling down to pull out your books and pens.

"I'm serious," she threw her hands up, leaning against the edge of the desk where her work had been all set out already, "He's always up to some bullshit."

Ellie was confused, annoyed actually as you explained the situation to her. In her head, as a lesbian, the solution to these kinds of issues was so, so obvious to her; break up with him, he's not worth it. She had repeated this rhetoric to many of her men-loving friends, all of which refused to listen to her only to turn out heartbroken in the end, anyway.

"I wasn't exactly being rational either," you tried to explain, not that you were making excuses for him, but you felt a certain need to defend your relationship with Ellie. She was always so judgemental of the people you dated. You knew deep down that it was her way of looking out for you, she had consistently been the one to bring you comfort during your relationship breakdowns. And there had been a few of them.

"Don't do that, that's exactly what he wants," She spoke sympathetically, her words very soft considering that, mentally she was currently fighting Dean, and winning.

What was wrong with these guys? Ellie thought, you had dated some specimens before, but this new fraternity bro, Dean? She couldn't stand him.

Seemingly fuelled by his returned distaste towards her, but she knew the real reason why.

He was a pig. Flirting with any girl that'd give him attention, Ellie had caught him at parties with drunk girls hanging off his arms, inches away from their faces, centimetres away from cheating. Only for him to charm his way out of it when you confronted him. It pained her to see you go through this, especially when there were so many options out there. Like her, for example.

To be frank, Ellie's asking for that pen three years ago hadn't been entirely innocent. Whilst, it wasn't a lie per se, as she did, in fact, not have a pen on her first day, making her feel like the worst student on the planet.

She had taken notice of you when you first walked into that physics class. Eyeliner, framing the outer corners of your eyes and tight curly hair that lay perfectly around your face caught her attention. You were so beautiful, she knew she had to talk to you.

As you two had gotten to know each other over those first few months, her little crush had evolved from simple attraction to a full-blown, 'would rip the sun out of the sky if it meant seeing you smile', feelings situation. Whilst her initial intention had been to try and flirt a little bit, over time (really didn't take that long) Ellie realised that you were something special. The bond and groove you had as platonic friends was too great to risk ruining it all. So she decided, her feelings shouldn't be the thing to damage it. Ellie being Ellie, didn't know how to deal with said feelings, so she had made a pact with herself to never act on them, never expect anything other than platonic behaviour on your part, and never, ever let you find out. So whilst you dated, so did she.

"Anyways, can we talk about, literally anything else now? Like our exam that we have in a few days, perhaps?" You hummed, kicking your shoes off and sprawling on her couch, reaching down into your bag for something you had saved for this exact moment.

"Right, 'cos studying is the reason why you're laying dead on my couch right now." Ellie chuckled, joining you and holding your legs up to settle her body on the couch as well, before placing your legs on top of her lap.

"What are you even looking for?"

"Just wait, you'll see." You responded, still rooting through the bag, god where is it?

"Well, not if you can't find it in that damn bag, how do you even find anything in those?"

"Shut up," you chuckled, feeling better already. That's something you loved about Ellie, no matter what would happen to you, a few minutes with her and you'd feel like you had taken uppers.

"Ah, finally," you breathed out, fishing out a single joint that had become embarrassingly bent in the trauma that is, being an object lost inside the bottom of a tote bag.

Ellie laughed when her eyes caught sight of the bent joint, rubbing her eyes as they started to tear from the entertainment.

"You didn't have to go through that much effort to pull out that monster, plus you know I always have enough here, we don't need to smoke yours."

"It may look unfortunate, but this is the best shit in town right now." You tried to sell, "Got it from Xav,"

"Xav? How did you manage that?"

"One of Dean's frat brothers put in a huge order with him and sold me some, thought I'd save it so we could smoke it together." 

"You truly know the way to my heart," Ellie gushed, before leaning over your legs, to grab the closest ashtray and a lighter, passing it to you, roller's rights, after all.

"This doesn't look like studying, though," Ellie spoke, eyes falling to your lips as they wrapped over the end of the joint, sparking and taking a drag. She excused her thoughts.

"I just want some peace before I have to focus on work, you know?" You said, exhaling out the smoke.

Ellie sighed, knowing Dean was truly taking a toll on you, she watched as your face fell, obviously being reminded of the previous events. She wishes there was more she could do, how many times could she say leave him, before it sounded too obvious? Too pushy? Too out of line?

"Fuck him, don't worry about that for now. You're with me, this is a Dean-free zone." Ellie cheered, taking the lit joint as you passed it to her.

You felt her fingers trail random lines and shapes on your leg as she smoked, probably not even aware she was doing it. It was comfortable and set off a wave of sleepiness to hit you.

Ellie passed you the joint back,

"You going to that party tonight?" She asked,

"I don't know, I think Dean wants to go but I was planning on sitting this one out,"

"Why don't you come? Dina and Jesse will also be there, so you don't have to spend the whole party with him,"

"Fine, only because I haven't seen Dina and Jesse for a while,"

"I can live with that," she chuckled.

Deciding you were no longer comfy in that position, you lifted your legs up off Ellie, before manoeuvring your body so that you were sat side by side. Passing the joint back to her, you rested your head on her shoulder. What you didn't notice was Ellie's visible tensing the second you laid your head on her.

It wasn't like it was unusual behaviour from you, yet she reacted like this every time. 

"What do you think of it?"

"Fuck yeah, it's good," she swallowed, head turning to glance over at you resting your head comfortably on her shoulder, "You falling asleep down there?"

"No..." you mumbled, your voice visibly getting quieter as you were getting sleepier. You were just so tired. Constant arguing with Dean, working or studying. You needed a break, plus Ellie had a habit of being super comfortable to nap on.

"You sure?"

"No..."

"It's alright, have a nap, we’ll study later."

Ellie chuckled, she continued smoking the joint to its ends, relaxed by the sound of your breathing as you fell asleep. She took the opportunity to observe you for a minute, you looked peaceful, a hell of a lot more peaceful than you were when you first entered. She wished that you could always be that content, at peace. Ellie wanted you to be happy, whether with her or not, she just didn't want you so stressed and drained by yet another unhealthy relationship.  

It was then she took time to think, how messy the situation had truly become.

—

After your nap, you and Ellie actually did finally study, spending a few hours going over the course material and sharing notes. With a few distractions here and there, but successful nonetheless.

You were back at home, Dean seemingly long gone back to his own place, as you got yourself dressed for this party. Texting Ellie that you were ready, you awaited her knock on your door, as your place was a bit closer to the party you decided you'd make your way there together and you'd crash back at your house later.

Once she arrived, you two made your way to the party, it was in the next block of student accommodation, so it was only a quick walk.

Before long, you had reached the party, greeted by its loudness with thumping music and loud chatter.

"It's fucking packed," you complained, already nervous. The bass of the loud music echoing in your chest, exacerbating the anxiety you felt.  

"It will be okay, let's go find Dina and Jesse,"

It took a few glances to land on them but they had been settled in a corner with two other girls. One with short black hair and the other with long, blonde hair.

Making your way towards them, Dina spotted you and Ellie and eagerly waved you guys over to their spot.

"Bitch! Where have you been?" Dina questioned, and truly it had been an unreasonable amount of time since you'd seen her, which is weird considering how often you were at her and Ellie's place.

"Don't get me started," you sighed, whilst smiling at her and wrapping your arms around her.

"Well, it's good to see you, we missed you!" Gesturing towards herself and Jesse, who took his cue to also greet you.

Dina introduced you to her friends who were also sitting with them, the one with black hair was introduced as Cat, and the blonde was called Abby.

They were nice but you weren't too sure about the dark-haired one, she seemed a bit standoffish to you, only, but welcoming and friendly to everyone else in your group, and especially to Ellie. You noted it and placed the thought at the back of your head for dissection later.

In the ten minutes you had been there, Dean had spotted you and walked over. Causing an eye roll to come from Ellie,

"Hey, you're here!" He was drunk, words slurred and eyes heavily lidded. How much had he already had to drink?

Wrapping his arms around your waist, and nuzzling his face into your neck, the scent of alcohol lingered on him and you found that you didn't want him to be that close to you.

Your eyes met Ellie's briefly before she quickly looked away and took a long sip from her cup, which had been filled up with some vodka and whiskey mixed with some chaser by Dina. She turned her head away from you and began talking to Cat, faces a lot closer than most people. 

You tore your eyes away from their interaction, turning to face Dean.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Dean shrugged, too incapacitated to care too much before making his way back to some of his frat brothers. Yuck.

You were making your way to the bathroom, hoping to find the right door, but you weren't successful the first time, the second or the third. You were starting to wonder how many goddamn rooms were in this place until you finally reached it, and it was of course labelled with a stupid little diy frat sticker that said 'bathroom' featuring other, more immature graffiti. Apt, you thought.

The light was on but the door was slightly ajar, thinking nothing of it you walked in believing it to be empty. The room was also, of course, occupied. You mentally laughed at your own bad luck as you saw Abby sneaking a cigarette out the window. Her body perched up on the windowsill as she breathed the smoke out the open gap.

"Shit- oh it's just you," she chuckled, holding her hand on her heart indicating that you had slightly frightened her, clearly from her doing something she isn't supposed to be doing.

"Sorry, thought it was empty," you said, turning your body towards the door in an effort to leave her to it,

"You don't have to leave I'm just smoking this before any of my team sees me,"

That brought a smile to reach your lips,

"Why are you sneaking cigarettes like a 16 year old?"

"Athletes aren't really meant to smoke, but shit happens. I just don't want to hear it from coach." She mumbled taking her final drag, throwing the butt out the window.

"I'll take it to my grave," You promised, making a little zip motion on your lips.

"All yours," she smiled, making her way out of the bathroom.

"I won't take long, we can head down to the group together,"

So you did, exiting the bathroom, Abby smiling at you,

"Let's go?"

"Sure,"

You had travelled down the stairs, engaging in random, friendly small talk until you had reached everyone. Abby sat back down next to Dina and Jesse, who were ranting amongst themselves, whilst Cat and Ellie had been left to their own devices. Now, you and Ellie had been friends for a while, you kinda knew what she looked like when she was flirting with girls. And this was definitely that. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Dean respawning in your face again,

"Wanna explain that?"

That completely broke you out of your little trance, explain what?

"What?"

"Why were you in the bathroom with her?"

"She was-" you remembered your promise to her, "We were just chatting, nothing weird happened, if that's what you're thinking."

He grabbed your wrist and walked with you to a quieter corner of the room,

"Why are you lying?"

"Dean, nothing happened we were chatting because she was in there when I walked in,"

"Do you know what she is?"

"I just met her today, Dean," You didn't want to deal with this right now, Ellie had said she was going to try and help you escape Dean tonight and instead she got annoyed by his presence and began flirting with Cat.

"What is with you and hanging out with all of those d-...", he trailed off,

"Those what, Dean?" You were beyond angry at this point, you didn't like what he was implying.

"You know, all those le-"

"Hey," your altercation was interrupted, "Everything cool?" Ellie was looking between you both, eyebrows furrowed as she looked you over, gauging the situation. She knew you could fight your own battles, but when a drunk man is getting too handsy on someone it's always good practice to remain vigilant.

"We're fine." He said, his words less slurred now, a bit more pissed off. Egged on by the fact that his very point had just interrupted him.

"Oh yeah?" She pressed, making sure to look at you when she asked, having watched the interaction since he dragged you away.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you added, trying to give her a grateful look with your eyes, whether she got the message or not wasn't confirmed. Ellie wasn't one to let things go, but then she asked you if you wanted to be left alone with him and when you simply said 'Yeah I can deal with this," there was nothing more she could do without being too out of line. 

Sighing to herself, she dragged her feet back to the group, silently warring with herself over her actions, wondering if she put her nose in someone else's business or whether she didn't act enough. She had decided that was enough for the night, she'd try and focus on something else.

Whilst you were frustrated; you didn't want to explain the situation to her yet, at this point.

"Dean I don't like what you're trying to say, I don't want to be near you right now, we can talk about this at home."

"Sure, whatever." He walked off. You exhaled a sigh that had been festering in your chest for a while.

Wandering back to Dina, Jesse and Abby, noticing a considerable lack of Ellie and Cat. But at least you could clear your mind, Dina offered you another drink- which you gladly took.

You were in conversations with your friends, a good amount of minutes had passed and you finally caught sight of Ellie. You felt your heart twitch, your stomach churning at the sight.

Ellie was engaged in some heated make-out with that Cat, her hands tightly wrapped around the back of the girl's neck. The lights of the room bounced off her skin, illuminating them in deep reds and blues, as their lips moved against each other. It was hot, you couldn't lie. Perhaps the alcohol had hit you a lot more than you thought. You had seen Ellie in action, but not in action.

You felt yourself start to stare, lost in the sight of Ellie until you felt your breathing start to quicken and your legs fidgeting. You had to pull your eyes away, shaming yourself in your head for even looking that long, like a damned pervert.

Taking another sip of your drink, your thoughts trailed, you wondered what it would feel like to be in Cat's position, to feel Ellie's passionate grasp and soft lips against yours. You wondered if her kisses would feel loving and warm, not cold like you were used to.

You quickly dismissed your thoughts, blaming it on the alcohol, wondering what was spurring this on, all of a sudden.

You soon decided it was probably time to head home, the party had lived its course and you were in a worse mood than when you first got there. Mission failed, indeed.

Saying your goodbyes to Dina, Jesse and Abby you made your way through the dance floor to Ellie.

"Hey, I'm gonna head out," You interrupted a conversation occurring between Ellie and Cat.

"Oh, you sure?" She glanced between you and Cat, "Will you be okay getting home?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm gonna find Dean and we're gonna go,"

"Oh," her face soured, "You're really still going home with that guy?"

"Well..." you stilled, you didn't exactly want to, but you knew he wouldn't give up until he got to say his piece, regardless of where you were, "We have stuff to talk about, I guess." Your voice and tone sound beaten, tired.

"I see," She glanced you over, hesitant, as if she was about to say something but then changed her mind. You could almost see thoughts flying in her eyes. 

"See you later," Cat smiled at you, though it didn't quite reach the corners of her eyes, no crease of skin. Everything seemed polite on the surface, but there were weird undertones in her voice, indifference. The vibe of that was definitely weird, right?

"Yeah,"

With that, you found Dean and left to go home.

—

Panting, you were panting. Heavy breaths mixed with sloppy touches in the darkness of red and blue lights.

You pulled away, glancing at Ellie, the corners of her plump lips curling into a smirk as she caressed your thighs. Fingers teasing near your entrance, you were completely ready for her touch, dripping, waiting.

"I can't wait to taste you, baby." she spoke, her words soft but with a hint of a growl that excited you, eager for what was about to come.

Then your eyes split open, and you were lay on your bed, hours had passed and you had been fast asleep. Sleep came easy, induced by the alcohol you had consumed, as you realised you had just been dreaming.

It took you a few seconds to stir and become conscious of what you had been dreaming about. Then the shame hit. What the fuck was that?

It didn't last long though, before you heard Dean's voice,

"That was hot,"

You slightly jumped at the surprise of his voice, not expecting him to have been awake and especially aware that you were having a dream of such nature, about your best friend of all people.

"You got me all hard, babe." You suddenly felt too overwhelmed, flashes of Ellie's lips and fingers cursed your mind as Dean's voice was mixed into your thoughts.

Confusion and panic hit your senses, you didn't want to look at Dean's expecting face when your mind was still reeling with the faint remnants of being under Ellie's warm and comforting touch, even in the astral plane, your body still warm and wanting. But not for him. Disgust overwhelmed your veins, poisoning the air in your lungs as you realised you couldn't think of anything worse than him touching you. It was as if that dream had been a message, a sign that this wasn't what you wanted. Or deserved. A sudden unexpected epiphany.

You quickly shot up and ran to the bathroom, no words spoken between you as you closed the door. Ensuring space between you both.

You sighed and grabbed at the roots of your hair, thinking of how utterly fucked this is.

You thought back to Ellie, would she be disgusted at your thoughts? Would she feel weird and uncomfortable if she knew you had been thinking of her that way? Her best, and very platonic, friend. She definitely isn't interested, you thought, remembering the way she had grabbed Cat closer to her and embraced her in a kiss that could only enflame your very being. Jealous. You realised, that's what that feeling was. It seemed to occur a lot regarding Ellie, that feeling.

Dean's voice blared through the door, reverberating through the walls.

"It's about that blond bitch isn't it?" Your eyebrows pulled together, fucks sake.

"Dean, please." It was stupid o'clock in the morning, the last thing you wanted was yet another argument.

"I knew those fucking lesbians would fuck with your head, you've always been a stupid woman, following whoever gives you attention."

His words hurt, and doubly pissed you off. How dare he? Those were your friends he was talking about.

You opened the door, Dean all blotchy and red in the face, fuelled by the past months of his bullshit and borderline abuse, this was the final nail. He was not about to say disgusting things and expect no repercussions. Lifting your hand, you put your entire back into connecting your palm with his cheek, made real by the smacking sound of skin, loud as a gunshot in the dark hours of the night contrasting the silence of no other surrounding sound in the dorms.

"Fuck you, Dean. I'm over this, get out." You stared him right in the eye as he rubbed the throbbing skin of his cheek to alleviate some pain. You couldn't help but feel a hint of relief that it had actually hurt him, as horrid as that sounds. You weren't a violent person, by any means, yet the continuous accusations, the newly exposed homophobia, his vile behaviour - it had to be done. You were done letting him treat you like that.

"I don't need you anyway, can find ten other girls that'd give me what I want."

"Go do that, then." You huffed, wondering why you hadn't done this earlier.

"Already have, sweetheart." He smirked, eyes glinting as he finally lifted the shroud of lies he had been filling your head with. You always knew deep down, you just chose to ignore it. Worms in the brain feasting at any rational thought and your self-respect. You didn't find it in yourself to get angrier.

"Get out of my house, Dean." You finalised, arms crossed over your chest, you just hoped he'd go willingly.

"You're not worth it, anyway." He cements, body turning to put on his shoes, chuckling as his heavy presence finally leaves your door.

You let out a breath, relief, shame and anger seeping into the deepest part of your being.

You were glad he's gone, truly. You just wish you had killed it sooner. Ellie was right, he ain't shit.

You sat on the edge of your bed, suddenly finding that the dark, empty space in your room was doing you no favours.

Pulling out your phone, you drafted a text to Ellie,

3.47 a.m:  you awake?

It was a long shot, you almost gave up on a response for tonight until you felt your phone buzz.

3.49 a.m:  ..always

3.49 a.m:  whats up?

Your lips tilted into a weak smile, before responding,

3.50 a.m:  u should be sleeping rn!

3.50 a.m:  umm so should u

3.51 a.m:  whats wrong?

Sighing, you had to bite the bullet, already started it now.

3.52 a.m:  he's an asshole, i broke up with him

A few minutes passed, and you wondered what was taking so long even though in the grand scheme of time it was only a few seconds, really. It was just anticipation, time felt dragged out awaiting her response. You didn't know that Ellie was laying on her bed feverishly typing, deleting and re-typing, overthinking how to respond. She wanted to say, 'I knew this' and how she was happy he was gone because he was a loser who didn't deserve you anyway. How she never liked him. Ellie didn't want to be insensitive, though, lest she hurt your feelings further. 

3.57 a.m: how are you feeling?

3.58 a.m:  im just glad he's gone tbh

3.58 a.m: had to be done

Ellie couldn't help the hint of a smile that fought its way onto her features, she typed her response. Picking at the dry skin around her thumb with her teeth as she sent her next message, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

3.59 a.m: he didn't deserve you anyway, you're too good for that.

You felt a warmth rush through you, stomach tightening as you read into her words. You wished that she meant it, that her feelings matched yours. Your mind thinks back to Cat, instantly murdering any hope in your heart.

You don't remember when your feelings for Ellie began to change, but looking back on it, you had felt so unsatisfied, seldom comfortable with your past lovers. Ellie was the only person who knew you, truly. Who had loved you and made you feel so safe, her comforting presence always soothing you, you felt like a person around Ellie. Whole. It had just taken some time for life to knock some sense into you to realise. It has always been Ellie. 

4.01 a.m: want me to come to you or you wanna come here?

4.01 a.m: it's so late you don't have to! i'll be ok promise

4.02 a.m: hah good one.. gimme ten mins

Ellie was not messing, not much time passed before she was knocking on the front door of your dorm. 

"Hey," Her voice was soft, gentle, her eyes shining with such a tender glint. She's always had such pretty eyes, you thought. 

"Hi,"

You moved a few steps to give her space to enter,

"How you doing?" She wrapped her arms around you, holding you tighter than you expected,

"Honestly, I'm okay," Ellie took a look at you, gauging your overall mood and believed it, you already looked lighter, less weight (*Dean) holding down your shoulders. 

"Think I mentally checked out a long time ago," you added, sitting down on your bed and lifting your laptop screen to load a show, acting somewhat as a buffer amongst the silence.

"So what happened?"

You couldn't help the audible groan that escaped your lips, "He got pissy when he saw me leaving the bathroom with Abby and accused me of cheating,"

"Abby?" Ellie had taken off her coat and shoes, joining you on your spot on the bed.

"Yeah, she was smoking in the bathroom hiding from their coach, we walked down to the group together, it was only small talk. I was so confused, he started saying things about who I was hanging out with,".

"Meaning?"

"He's a fucking homophobic prick,"

"He said hanging out with 'all those lesbians was fucking with my head', said I follow whoever gives me attention," you sighed, "then I slapped him."

Ellie couldn’t help it, she felt a swell of pride that you slapped him, stood up for yourself. He deserved so much worse, she thought.

Ellie couldn't hide the smirk that reached her lips, as much as she tried to suppress it, it still came.

"That's my girl,"

You didn't expect your stomach to twist when those words left her mouth, opening something up deep inside.

"He finally admitted to cheating, and then it was over," You sighed.

"I'm proud of you," Ellie muttered, fidgeting with her nail-beds, failing to meet your eyes.

"You don't have to say that, I know how pathetic this is,"

Resting your head on the headboard, you brought your legs into a cross,

"Hey, I mean it, it must've been a lot," She paused, her hand coming to rest on your knee, rubbing her thumb over the skin absentmindedly, like it was second nature to her. Perhaps, it was.

You looked over at her, eyes trailing down her features, freckles and the green eyes that still weren't meeting yours, suddenly shy.

"You're amazing, you deserve to know that," she paused, eyes finally meeting your own, determined.

"So are you," Your voice lowered, trailing back to the pretty brunette from earlier.

“So what’s going on with you and that girl?” You shouldn’t have said anything, but it was out before you could stop it. Clearly, your brain kept thinking about it.

“It’s..” Ellie thought about what to say, it would sound extremely horrible to say Cat was mainly a distraction, unfair as she is a lovely person, but it’s true.

“Nothing more than what you saw,”

Vague, was that best response to that, Ellie thought.

“I saw quite a bit,”

“Honestly, she’s great, we get along and all but..’ She’s not you. “I don’t think it’ll go any further.”

“She seemed to really like you, why not?”

Ellie almost wanted to laugh, it was so painfully obvious to her, how could you not see it?

“I guess.. I want something different.”

Her eyes connected with yours, the contact between your eyes felt different now, charged. You caught yourself stealing a glance at her lips, which slightly parted as she spotted where your eyes had fallen.

“Like what?”

She had no response, it was either avoid the question, or firm it. Ellie didn’t know which was the right answer.

"Ellie.." You paused, words caught in your throat, as scenarios rushed through your head like a rolodex of different possible outcomes. Heart tugging at your brain to do something, anything.

"Yeah?" Her head leaned closer to yours, your breathing slowly becoming heavier, the room's environment growing thicker, harder to inhale. Her hand still on your knee, unmoving now, frozen in place.

You could almost make contact with her lips, if you moved just a tiny inch closer. Her hand trailed slightly further up your leg, just a little above your knee, almost as if to test the waters. You wondered if she felt like you did, if she could also feel her veins light up and her body inflamed. Were her lips just as eager to touch yours? Were her hands longing to feel you just as well?

Before you realised, it was out.

"Ellie, can I kiss you?"

A beat, and no response. You felt your heart start to panic, already thinking over how to pretend that had never happened. You almost regretted it, until her hand reached for the back of your neck, reducing the distance between your faces.

Lips meeting yours, shyly at first, hesitant. Ellie’s mind was whirling, feeling her heartbeat pump aggressively throughout her body, there was no way this was reality, she thought. No way that you were here in front of her, asking to kiss her, after all this time of her yearning, feeling like a useless lesbian who would never ever make a move on you.

She could almost feel herself kicking her feet in the air, as she decided to firm it. Scared if she waited any longer, the opportunity would cease to exist, pass her by and join one of those regrets she’d think about as an elder.

Your lips met hers back, eager to push for contact, eager to push closer. Your zeal spurring hers on, as her hands clasped the back of your neck, keeping you in place. Not like you wanted to be anywhere else.

This was it. This is what you should’ve been feeling in the past.

Ellie’s soft, plump lips melted over yours, taunting with a bite and pulling your bottom lip out before entering her tongue into your mouth.

Fuck. That was hot.

You felt yourself getting hotter, damper by the minute as the kiss continues, Ellie’s hand getting more comfortable and trailing down to your thighs.

You pulled apart for a second, taking the time to catch your breath as you looked into her eyes, usually green but now much darker, enhanced by enlarged pupils as she glazed her sights over you. An unreadable expression on her face,

“Are you okay?”

“You’re so hot, and amazing and I-I really want to keep going, I just- I don’t know, I don’t want this to be like a .. rebound thing. I really care about you but I just, don’t want to feel like that, you know?” She rambled on, her thoughts getting ahead of themselves as she was pondering if it happened, then if it was too late to return to what you had been, before things got all naked and messy.

You understood, of course you did. You had literally broken up with him just maybe two hours ago. But it didn’t matter, you had to say it. Let her know and reassure her that it was only her.

“Ellie.. you could never be a rebound to me,” You stammered a little before the next part, “You’re the one I’ve wanted this whole time. It’s always been you.” You pecked her lips, grabbing her face, looking into her eyes hoping she’d see the seriousness in yours.

“I’ve wanted you for a really long time,” she broke contact, “I just didn’t wanna fuck shit up,”

“I mean it, Ellie, I’ve never felt as certain about something as I do this,”

Her stature relaxed, you continued, “I love you, Ellie. I didn’t love anyone else,”

“I love you,” she answered, the corner of her lip tilting up, eyes brighter.

“I’ll just have to show you how much, if that’s okay with you.”

Her gaze turned curious, before nodding, watching as your hands danced down her sides and ever so slightly underneath the fabric of her shirt.

“You can do whatever you want with me, honestly,” she murmured. You caught her body tensing, almost shaky as you lifted her shirt. Warm hands covering the sides of her defined stomach, you squeezed a little, just enough to rile her up.

Which it did, Ellie’s eyebrows furrowed as she anticipated your next move. Losing control of her lungs, she was about to explode.

“This okay?” Your hand met the band of her sports bra, digging scarcely into her skin beneath it.

“Yeah,” she exhaled, stuck in place, watching, her cheeks becoming flushed, “Shit,”

You hands pressed over her breasts, tightening pressure around as she let out a content sigh. You dipped your head down to wrap your lips around her nipple, licking laps over the tip and softly blowing air over them when you decided you were done, chuckling to yourself at the goosebumps that now raised on her skin,

“Don’t tease,” She murmured, composure dwindling.

“Sorry, can’t help myself,”

You kissed down her stomach to her pelvis, feeling her restlessness grow as her body refused to stay still, itching for you to do more.

You leaned back up, placing either leg over her torso and looked her over, making sure she was okay as your hand moved lower down, seemingly in a mind of its own as it crept past the waistband, meeting her skin as you held eye contact.

Ellie folded, shutting her eyes as the waiting became too much, you tapped her leg with your free hand,

“Eyes on me,”

When she held your eye contact once again, you teased a finger past her folds, almost letting out a groan at how wet she was, at how easily you could feel her arousal.

“Fuck Els,” you sighed, struggling to contain yourself as your thoughts grew more indecent, slipping a finger in further as Ellie writhed underneath you, head hanging back.

“More fingers, please,” Her voice was strained, breathy as she closed her eyes, embarrassed to be feeling this undone already.

“Yeah?” The side of your mouth curled up, goaded by the sound of her voice. She nodded impishly, covering her eyes with her wrist, as her other hand reached to grip around your hip. A tight squeeze followed on your skin.

“I can do that, baby,” Following instructions, you slipped two more fingers into her, falling into a rhythm as you felt her clench around you. She glanced over your body, legs spread over her midsection as you leaned your arm back, hips gently grinding over hers- an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure building up.

Her hand grabbed at the hem of your shirt, pulling it slightly and groaning when the tight material pushed against your breasts, she always loved how you never wore bras, stiff nipples poking through the fabric.

“Fuck, clothes off, now,” she let out in soft grunts, as she broke your wrist from her to take off your shirt, rubbing her hands over your newly exposed skin “Always fucking wanted to see you like this,” She spoke, your fingers meeting her centre again, “So fucking pretty,”

“You feel so good, Ellie,” You gasped, your hips involuntarily grinding on top of her stomach, “So fucking good ‘n wet for me,”

“Fuck-“ Ellie’s voice cut off as she bit into the back of her hand, her own hips rolling your hand in deeper, hitting her walls more than before as she let out a mewl. “Feels so fuckin’ good, angel,” she whimpered, voice strained as she continued to ride into your hand.

It was the hottest noise you’d ever heard, and you wanted to keep drawing it out of her. To keep hearing her moan for you, and your actions only.

Suddenly, you had something you prove, both to her and to yourself. Flashes of Cat in your mind as you wanted her to forget other women existed.

You unwrapped yourself off her lap, removing your fingers, kissing her stomach as you pulled her pants and underwear down, grabbing her legs and holding them open, exposing her even further.

“Damn,” you said, glancing over her wet inner thighs as they glistened, all for you.

“Shut up,” she spoke, voice tight as a side smile swept over her features, as she grabbed the back of your head, pushing you closer to her pulsing core, throbbing and dripping waiting for you to make contact.

You licked a line up her heat, moaning to yourself at the taste of her. You grew light-headed, thinking you could die happily just between Ellie’s legs, becoming addicted to her moans as you ate her out, head in a daze as she squeezed her thighs tight around your head, almost cutting off your air supply- her moans growing more frequent, as she reached closer. Your free hand moving up to wrap itself around her breast, squeezing tighter around her nipple.

Deciding to have a little more fun, you slipped two fingers into her wetness as you continued to lap your tongue around her clit, pushing up into her as you sucked. Dragging her delicious sap on your tongue as it marred all over your face, cheeks glassy with her warm sleek.

Ellie had lost control over her vocal cords at this point, moans slipping out from between her sweet lips no matter how hard she tried to suppress them. Hell, you were moaning too, despite not even being touched yet, dripping all over yourself, ass up and needy as you rolled your hips over thin air as you continued to soak yourself into Ellie.

There could be no coming back from this, you thought, not now that you had been exposed to the delicacy that is Ellie Williams. You were holding on to her and not letting go.

You felt Ellie’s moans get shorter, cutting themselves off from its full power before the next one came, her hips moving more haphazardly up to meet your tongue, she was close.

You glanced at her, her eyes closed, brows pinched up and mouth agape, a slight sheen to her skin from sweat, she’s so attractive, you thought.

With your free hand, your fingers guided themselves onto your own folds, rolling over your own clit for some release, the lack of hand on her caused Ellie’s eyes to lull over at you, the sight of your arched back, wet cheeks from her slick, spread legs as you touched yourself all whilst still fucking her into oblivion.

The damned sight of you, just as undone as Ellie, without her even touching you, was enough to cause the coil in her abdomen to twist, before she came all over your face, breath slowing into heavy pants as her body twitched. You lapped her up her residue, finally removing your face from between her legs as she looked at you. Wordless.

“Wh-what the fuck..” Ellie’s weak voice trailed, before laughing and forcing a kiss on your lips, hands wrapped around your jaw as she tasted the remnants of herself on you.

There was no way you were about to give her the best orgasm of her life and expect her to not do anything back? Funny joke. Ellie was ravenous now.

She placed you underneath her, biting around your thighs before bending her head down, her tongue having been desperate for a taste since that first day she saw you. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” Your legs tightened around her as the air from her voice hit your centre, “Been dyin’ for a taste,” You looked at her, tip of your eyebrows raised up as you took in her words, how long had she wanted you back? Her words caused you to shudder, whimpering as she continued.

“Fuck,” You said, voice breaking as her tongue rippled over your pussy as your hips shook, slurping up the honey that had been left neglected. Long, slender fingers meeting your centre that had felt so, so desperate and needy for her to touch.

“G’na show what you’ve been missing,” She hummed, as her fingers picked up pace working harmoniously with her tongue as she fucked into you. Warm muscle rolling over your pulsing clit. Fingers rubbing over your velvet walls which sucked her further in, skin dragging out with her soaked fingers when they recoiled out, the image obscene. “What was waiting for you this whole time,”

“Els- shit, wanna feel you,”

“What you want, baby?” She gasped out, in between breaths as fingers toyed with your clit.

“Wanna feel you, y-your fucking pussy on mine-fuck,” you cut yourself off, embarrassed. The desire was simply too strong, you were dizzy just from the thought of it. Ellie seemed to share your enthusiasm, her heart skipping a beat, the thought kindling her veins with heat.

This was truly a gift from the heavens, she thought.

“Shit- yeah, okay.” Ellie exhaled out, as she got you into position, grabbing one of your smaller pillows to cushion underneath you as she placed her legs over yours, getting into place as she rubbed her clit over yours, hips lolling over your pelvis.

The sounds were debaucherous as they filled the room, hot and wet, as if the spirit of Dionysus, himself had possessed you. Invoking you with bacchanal, carnal desire as you could think of nothing else than the sublime vice that is Ellie Williams.

“Fuck, Els, I’m gonna come,”

Ellie groaned, rocking her hips over yours, her defined abs on show, breasts working with Earth’s gravity as they sprung up and down to match her movements, hair falling out of her half-bun, causing some strands to stick to her face, completely dishevelled. You looked at her, eyes attached to yours, lust ruling over them, then looked back down to where you were both intertwined. You trapped your bottom lip with your teeth at the sight before you.

Her sap mingling with yours, leaking out from her cunt as it folds over your own, Wrapping you with her warmth, pulsating around yours. Ellie’s body still trembling from before.

“Then come for me, baby,”

You were gone. With her words, you felt yourself spilling out against her, not being able to hold back the climax of your arousal spurting out from you, splashes reaching Ellie’s legs.

“Fuck, Ellie!” Your voice drawled out, as the wave ran through you,

“That’s it, angel, come all over me,” She smirked down at you, breath heavy as she watched your eyes glaze over, lips parted and chest heavy as you finally came down. A ardent glaze over her eyes.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” She gaped, eyes transfixed on your figure as her reeling mind came down from the high.

“Shit, neither did I,” you laughed, covering your mouth, suddenly shy. With your head still in the clouds, you weren’t feeling as overly self-aware.

“That was fucking hot, and I’m not done.”

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Hello .!!!

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Helppp I entered void😭,what the heck,and I manifested that in 24 HOURSSS, basically I did the list method and wrote down my desires and affirm for 24 hours I did sleep in between but it wasn't exactly 24 hours you can say atleast 2 days I don't know what I'm say😭imsorry. Anyways I also included your 2 week affirmation routine and I must say I wasn't really expecting much but the way not even 1 hour.it took like 30 minutes and I start believing my affirmation all the fail attempt from past start to feel fake and powerless.

One of the main reason I did this method is because I had hard time believing affirmations when I affirm in english because it's not my mother tongue,and if I affirm in my native language the affirmation become so long for me😭,that's why I tried the list method and just yesterday I saw someone posting 24 hour list method challenge like damn I manifested that too.

Anyways I haven't manifested anything from void YET, because the experience was so surreal plus I forgot to affirm.

I know people might come and dm me about void,so let me hljust tell you here guy's void is pure consciousness you'll feel like floating in it,or anything the experience verise. The void is dark but you can manifest it to be pretty. There is nothing to be afraid about it I will recommend using lucid dream for void because it's way more fun and less scary.

As for now I'm so chilled because I know I'm gonna enter void again and manifest my dream life.

DAMN BRUHHHHH

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Wood Stairs on The Coast.

warning: age gap (4 years). please lmk if there's anything i missed!

a/n: i wrote some words repeatedly im sorry, imsorry imsorry

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You really hate yourself for sitting in the same spot again and again. Resting your butt on the wooden surface of the stairs, your eyes gazing at the ocean merely 270 meters from your house. You letting out a sigh as you bury your face in your arms, cursing yourself because you're still waiting for Abby to return, even though there's almost no chance and reason for her to come back to the little town where you live. It has been five years two months and two weeks since she left you with her promise to wait for her come back in 4 years, well, it was too far late. Now that you're a grown up, no longer the girl who once struggled with her homework, you work at a little bakery shop in your small town instead of pursuing university like most of your friends did. Being 21 years old, you feel old enough to date Abby that you've been waiting for almost half a decade since too young to have her back then. But does it truly matter when the promise remains unfulfilled? All hopes, birthday wishes, and prays you always mean it for Abby, hoping she'd be here soon with her feet touching the ground. You knew where her hometown was at, only if you get enough money, you swear you could go there and meet her. You don't even know if her promise is still worth for believing in or it's just a bunch of lies that you still hold tightly. You rejected the girls who confessed their feelings to you because you were waiting for Abby. Now they got their own girlfriends, you still here, sitting on your house's stairs, alone, not with Abigail Anderson, not with her being your girlfriend. You leaned on the railing, thinking about how much easier life was when she was with you, even if it was only for four months. The past five years hadn't been as amazing as the year before. You've heard great things here, but not as great as they'd be if she came back. Your house remained the same as it was a year ago; there was no chance of her getting lost. Night had fallen, and you sat by the window, facing the coast you've been staring while sit on the porch stairs this morning. The dim light in your room from a white bedside lamp—the gift from Abby for your 16th birthday—that you never turned off, day or night. The lamp served as a symbol of how long you'd been waiting; once it went off, it would be over. Your head leaned against the wall, sighing, "Should I stop, Abby?"

You promised yourself you wouldn't sit again on the wooden stair corner again, yet there you are, hand cupping your cheeks, the gentle breeze playing with your hair, forcing you to tuck hair strands behind your ear every single seconds. You have some rocks on the ground from the beach you visited earlier this morning. You've sorted them by size and now you're playing with them randomly, just to stave off your boredom, as if you were know that Abby won't come back, leaving you feeling hopeless now. You huffed, again. You tried not to care anymore about the promise. But no, you knew yourself better than anyone; deep down in your heart, you still cared enough for her. You were too focused on your mind, hands still playing with the rocks and sand, not hearing the footsteps approaching you. The footsteps stopped a few meters away from you. You raised your head, immediately stood up after you saw the owner of the footsteps. You couldn't say anything as if words had become trapped in your throat.

"You've grown up a lot,"

Without a second thought, you ran to her and hugged her tightly. Even though the promise was fulfilled much later than expected, it didn't matter anymore. She's here, Abby is here, Abigail Anderson is here. No words comes from your mouth, all that mattered was the hug, and she returned it just as fiercely. Her hands rubbing your head while saying "I'm sorry, you've waited me for too long." She was saying sorry to you, for countless times. You shakes your head, crying in between the hug. Abby cupped your cheeks, smiling, her gaze locked on your lips, "Can.. can I?" You didn't wait for her to finish speaking as you simply nodded, you want her to kiss you, you really want it. Your lips met hers, ending five years of loneliness without her. At last, she could kiss you without concern for age differences, and at last, you could having her being your girlfriend. "God, where was the girl who always asks me to help her homework?" You chuckled, along with her wiped your tears away on your cheeks after the kisses, "She's a grown up now, Abby."

"Please, please don't leave me again,"

"I won't, baby. I won't,"

Once again big thanks to Taylor Swift for giving me the idea.

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let the rain sing. finale (a.a)

wc;cw: 3.1K, dadsbestfriend!abby, lawstudent!oc, large age gap (oc is 25, abby is mid 40s), abby is bi<3, smut MDNI, abby gets imsorry head :/, mentions of prescriptions, depression, loss, therapy, some sad, but also some happy :)

You woke up to Abby’s warm body next to you.

Her arm was thrown over your waist, your back against her chest as she inhaled her scent in the crook of your neck. She must’ve been awake for a while and didn’t want to wake you up. You arched back to get closer to signal your unrest, and she yanked your body towards hers so your skin was mashed together. You released a content sigh and melted into her mattress. 

Your eyes fluttered back shut until she started kissing your neck. They were slow and gentle, but they made your stomach turn despite your exhaustion. You never thought you would be tolerant of somebody interrupting your rest. 

Her hand was soft as it massaged your hip, slowly moving up your side with delicate squeezes before reaching around to cup your breast. You whimpered into her pillow when she played with your nipple, twirling and pulling at the soft skin. Your hand came from under the pillow, landing atop hers. She released the grip she had on your chest, and you laced your fingers with hers. You could feel her shuddering breath against your neck when her hand squeezed yours. 

You exhaled heavily and dropped her grasp, reaching to grab the back of her neck to pull her down to connect your lips. She whined at the feel of your mouth on hers, lips molding against each other at a slow pace. The sun wasn’t even up yet. 

You waited for her to make a move and touch you, but she wouldn’t. She just… kissed you. 

The movement of her lips was soft. Needy, but not demanding like last night. Your heart was skipping miles per minute. 

You don’t know how long you kissed for, but your neck started hurting after a while. You quickly separated and flipped to face her, and she didn’t hesitate to hold you close and kiss you again. 

She caressed your face like you were made of glass, her tongue gliding against yours. You swung your leg over her waist and pushed her flat onto the mattress, climbing on top of her and attacking her jaw. She gasped when you sucked under her ear, on her lobe, down her neck again. 

You kissed your way down her body, licking over her nipples. Her hand came up to the back of your head to pull you closer, whimpering when you nipped the skin with your teeth. You gave her a soothing suck before making your way down her stomach. 

Abby’s legs fell open the closer you got to her dripping pussy. You dragged your tongue over her abs before kissing her hips, grabbing her thighs to lift them over your shoulder just how she likes.

You kissed and sucked on the taut muscles of her legs, leaving bruises on her soft skin. They were visible even in the dark. 

You felt around, sliding your hand down her thigh until you grazed the wetness of her pussy. She moaned when your index finger rubbed her clit slowly, the squelchy sounds of her pussy filling your ears. You spread her soaking lips apart and licked a trail from her entrance to her clit, making her whine your name.

Your core squeezed at the sound before your lips closed around her clit. Her hips bucked into your face, and you used all your strength to hold them down so you could tongue her properly. 

Your wet muscle massaged over her throbbing bud over and over again, each pulse forcing another out of you. Her hand returned to hold you down, her scent surrounding you completely. 

“Feels s’fucking good— “

Her voice was slurry and thick, and you moaned into her pussy. Her moans increased, her breaths jerky and quick as her orgasm quickly approached. Her nails dug into your scalp and her thighs tensed under the squeeze of your hands, mumbling m’close, baby!

Your tongue flicked on her clit faster, alternating between shoving inside her and sucking her clit until she cried out your name. 

You pushed your tongue past her entrance and rubbed her clit with your thumb, her body wracking under yours as she squealed in pleasure. Her juices pooled on your tongue, and you swallowed it all happily, letting her ride out her pleasure on your face. 

She sounds as sweet as she tastes, and she’s gorgeous when she cums. 

You lapped at her clit until she went limp, her chest rising and falling from her heavy breaths. You kissed her still pulsing bud one last time before kissing up her body gently. You pecked her neck and straddled her, pressing a kiss on her lips. Her features were barely visible, but you noticed that she couldn’t meet your eyes. She just… gazed at the ceiling. 

You didn’t press, plopping your head down in the crook of her neck, relaxing your weight completely. Her soft hands tickled your spine. 

Your heart dropped when she whispered to you. 

M’not doing good. 

… Do you wanna talk about it? 

I’m still tired, she huffed. 

Alright, you whispered back. 

You were met with Abby’s resting face when you woke up again. 

Abby slept like a doll. Her floral-scented hair was spread out on her satin pillows, the fat of her cheek squished against the cushion as she breathed gently and deeply. This was the calmest you’ve ever seen her. All the stress was gone from her face with every small twitch of her nose, every flutter of her eyelids. She was dreamlike in her dream state. 

You gently brought your hand up from under the blankets to rub your eyes before removing the blankets from over you. You climbed out of her bed and grabbed the longue shirt that she draped over the bedpost, throwing it over your head and exiting her room to travel down the stairs. 

You walked over to the coffee table that still held the discarded wine glasses and your phone. Your screen was filled with messages and missed calls from your parents. A heavy sigh left you as you plopped down on Abby’s sofa, redialing your dad’s line. 

It rang a few times before your father’s chipper tone blasted through your device. 

“And where the hell have you been!” 

You sunk deeper into the sofa, “I’m sorry! I got caught up— “

“And that’s fine! But tell us when you have things to do! You know how your mom is!” 

You rolled your eyes at his tone, “I’m sorry. Tell her it was my bad— “

“Baby… have you been sleeping?” 

All the wind in your body left you. You froze and gripped your phone tighter. 

“Yeah… why?” 

“I went to pick up your prescription and the dosage is higher— “

“Did y’all snoop through my— “

He tsked at you, “Nobody snooped in anything, first of all. Who pays the bills again?” 

You rubbed your temples. Thank god you were rested, “… Y’all do, but still—” 

His tone sharpened, “Still nothing. Why didn’t you tell us?” 

“… I don’t know,” Why was getting scolded by your father always the worst form of punishment?  

“Why didn’t you tell us,” He pressed. 

You said nothing, and he sighed. 

“Come home. We needa talk about it.” 

You resigned with a long exhale, “Okay… Are you mad at me?” 

He huffed lightly, “No. Mom is though.” 

Your head fell back on the couch and picked at your nails, “I’m never gonna hear the end of this.” 

“Good. We love you.” 

“I love y’all too. I’ll be home soon.” 

“Alright. Bye baby.” 

“Bye.” 

You hung up and tossed your phone beside you. You dug your palms into your eyes; You already have so much work to do when you get home, and now your parents wanted to have an intervention. 

“Hi.” 

You jumped at Abby’s voice from behind you, turning to look at her. She looked fucking adorable with her scattered locks and wrinkly t-shirt, “Morning.” 

You noticed her nervously fiddling as she stood by the staircase, her expression downcast.

“… Was that him?” 

Your heart sunk, your nails digging into the couch. 

“Y-Yes.” 

She nodded before making her way around the couch to sit next to you. She swallowed harshly before talking. 

“I think we should talk.” 

She turned to face you, her expression soft and… concerned. Fear rushed through you, but you nodded anyway. 

“Can I… Do you still have that mint and chamomile tea?” 

A small, but gorgeous smile grew on her face. 

“Course I do.” 

After Abby washed your wine glasses and heated a kettle on the stove, she returned to her designated seat and ate with you. You didn’t know she baked; She made excellent blueberry coffee cake!

You both ate and sipped in comfortable silence, your body calming from the temperature of the tea. You placed your empty dish next to Abby’s on the cleared table and took a deep breath. 

Abby’s tender voice melted the quiet in the room. 

“Did I do good on the cake?” 

You smiled weakly, “Did great on the cake, Abigail.” 

Instead of gracefully accepting the compliment like always, she just sat, unmoving. You could tell something was making her uneasy, but you waited for her to start. 

“I, um… I’m gonna start therapy.” 

You turned to look at her; She was staring forward, but her eyes were flicking around nervously, a sorrowful expression on her face. That… this was great news! You’re ecstatic for her! 

So why did she look so terrified? Why were you nervous? You weren’t sure what to say. 

“I know this morning— this whole thing was all my fault, and I should’ve never kissed you that night…” she waved her hands around to emphasize her words, and your eyes shut in resignation. 

I can't see you anymore. 

“We can’t… I can’t do this again,” her whisper cracked under her stress, and your heart split in half. Tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t understand why. You understood that you and Abby could never be together the second you two kissed, so why did it feel like you were underwater, never to resurface again? Her breathing was getting heavier as her hand came up to grab her shirt. 

“I’m sorry but I can’t, I-I can’t, I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve always tried to do good by h-her on my own and I can’t anymore. I don't even know who I am, I need— “

You threw your arms around Abby and pulled her closer, and she broke completely in your arms. She released loud sobs into your shoulder, her body jerking with the force of her cries. She hollered and wailed, and you let her, whispering how she was going to be okay. How everything would turn out okay for her. Even more so now that you wouldn’t be in the picture. 

Every bit of remorse that you tried to hide for these last months came crashing down onto your shoulders, and you could only cry with her. You could’ve spent all these wasted moments listening, talking, laughing with her, but you chose to be unkind and drain an incredible person of all her selflessness. Your father would be so disappointed in you. 

And now you had to let Abby go. For her sake. You refused to be selfish with her any longer. 

Returning home was strange. 

Your once safe space became a reminder of all your mistakes in less than an hour. Looking into your father’s deep eyes was no longer the joyful experience it once was. It terrified you to face him. 

You sat in the front seat of your car with an empty, scared soul. You knew you made the right decision by departing, but what would come of it? You’re supposed to continue to see her through your parents, pretend that you don’t ache for her presence, and eventually live life without her? Maybe reconnect years down the line and finally be happy? You were so unsure. 

You turned your car off and exited, walking onto your front porch, and unlocking the door. 

Your parents were already sitting comfortably on the couch, sipping their coffee. You hoped they didn’t ask about your disheveled appearance. 

“Hey, baby. Come sit.” 

Your father pointed towards the lounge chair that Abby sat in when you first met her—

You sighed and waddled over to the seat, plopping down and picking up the tea your parents made you. You took a sip; Abby’s was better. You should’ve accepted when she first offered you some. You’re selfish, you’re selfish, you’re selfish—

“Honey? You okay?” 

You nodded and sipped before setting your mug on the coaster. You looked at your mother, who seemed just as concerned as your father, you assumed. You couldn’t look at him. 

“When was the last time you slept properly?”

Your father sighed, and your eyes watered. You swallowed harshly and looked down. 

“I don’t remember.” 

“And you chose not to say anything because?” 

“I thought I could handle it myself,” you tried to hide your voice crack with a cough. 

“Look at me, honey.” 

You shook your head at your dad’s beckoning, his voice sweet as always. You tried so hard not to cry. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t think I could— “

Your sob cut you off before you could say anything too loosely, and your parents instantly surrounded you, crouching down to your height and taking you into their arms. You cried into your father’s shoulder exactly like you used to when you were left in dark rooms by yourself as a child, releasing all your withheld feelings that crept up on you during your drive back. 

“We didn’t know it affected you this much, honey. We’re so sorry.” 

You shook your head in the crook of your father’s neck at his coos, slowly calming at the feel of his hand rubbing your back as your mom kissed your head.

You snottily mumbled, “Can you g-guys come to the doctor with me?”

“Course, baby, we’ll go first thing tomorrow, okay?” 

You huffed, “I still gotta write— “

“That’s your damn problem!” your dad scolded. “You work too damn hard, you and your mom are the same, I swear to god.” 

You laughed when your mom sucked her teeth. It’s that damn phone! 

You were definitely going to need a higher prescription to get through the rest of the term. You would never be able to forget the grace that Abby gave. The only thing you could hope for now is that she does the same for you on her journey. 

Abby always forgets how miserable she is until the holidays come. 

She always felt like her life was moving in a circular motion around her daughter’s spirit: every aspect of her identity became void when Mya passed. She never was able to wake up, eat, be in a stable, loving relationship without guilt swallowing her whole. What parent has the audacity to continue their lives without their child in mind? A terrible one. 

She met you during a strange period of her life. The small bubble she created for herself was being protruded by her own vile thoughts of herself, her ex-husband, her family, and she was desperate to forget everything that attempted to suffocate her. You looked so gorgeous under the rain, and she couldn’t stop herself from kissing you in your parents’ garage. 

From that point on, she used you, just like you used her. That bubble slowly began to reform every time she saw you; her control was coming back inch by inch. She felt it whenever she touched you, only for her walls to come crashing down every time you left. 

She never realized how awful it felt to be used so selfishly until you fought. It was like looking into a cracked mirror. 

When you left that day, she spent some time in isolation. She stopped going to work, stopped answering your father’s calls and invitations, she almost blocked her ex-husband for the billionth time. She didn’t expect ignoring your apologies to hurt as much as it did. She never found pleasure in being malicious (minus her husband). 

Her decision to finally go to therapy did not go smoothly. She woke up in a fit of anxiety one night, her chest feeling like it was about to burst open so her heart could take off into the dark night, images of her daughter’s deceased body dominating her cerebral. It was tortuous and made her vomit all over her hardwood, so she made a life-changing phone call that night. 

Conversations with her ex never went smoothly after the divorce, but it went south much faster when Abby suggested to get therapy together. He yelled and cursed at her before hanging up, but she felt oddly comforted. She tried for the last time, and that was that. She blocked him after. 

Abby never expected to see you after the Christmas party, and she damn sure never expected to see you cry over her. It broke her heart, but she didn’t know how to make it better, so you had sex. Again. She hated how much you reminded her of her ex. 

She knew that morning would be the last time, and you accepted her decision in silence. You left as quiet as always, and Abby cried herself back to sleep on the couch. She felt surprisingly light when she woke up in the middle of the night. 

Her first group session was gut-wrenching; So many parents with days — years filled with devastation and heartbreak, having no other choice but to turn to others for comfort. Losing a child was a unique loss, according to their therapist. 

Attending became easier after the first two weeks, and she looked forward to them after a month. For the first time in years, she laughed during the rainy spring. 

She never failed to ask about you during her shared shifts with your dad. She was elated when she found out that you finally—after months of trying— found a prescription that fits your needs. He even showed her pictures from your cap and gown fitting. 

She was proud of you. You were going to accomplish what she couldn’t, and she wished you the best. 

The only downside was the summertime. She hated when the sun shined on her; Nothing brought her comfort like the misty clouds. 

Abby never expected to anticipate the rain, but she was grateful whenever it poured down on her.

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