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aguar4guazu · 2 days
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the resurrection
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wetpillowprincess · 3 days
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i just want a girl to suck my tits and love doing it pretty pls
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totally-sapphic-posts · 22 hours
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There’s something so inherently intimate about your partner kissing your forehead randomly as a comfort and as a silent ‘I love you’.
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powerpufffemme · 2 days
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no you don’t understand I NEED to be in a cute little outfit (a skirt/dress to be spun in) giggling and dancing with my butch, taking turns twirling, kissing every so often and lost in our own world while a playlist filled with our favourite songs plays in the background. A little too much weed, and a lot of love. 🩷🧡
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whyamitryingblog · 2 days
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ukigun · 17 hours
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੭୧ abby abby abby abby !!
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gosh what i’d give for her ⏜︵⏜
the prettiest girl, her little nose bump is too adorable i could just die on the spot!! soso badly wanna kiss her ᵔ⤙ᵔ
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wandabear · 3 days
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These days I have tried to draw again, while I finish some chapters.
Here goes my soft Rangshi art. The avatar Kyoshi (without her opera makeup) and her beloved, Rangi.
Rangi was the firebending master and girlfriend of Avatar Kyoshi, her fighting technique is the basis of the Kyoshi Warriors' style. She was born into a prestigious Fire Nation family, which trained members of the Royal Family in the art of firebending for generations. Her mother, Hei-Ran, trained the former Avatar, Kuruk.
Rangi was the only known firebender to generate white flames. She was selected to provide her services to Yun as her bodyguard. For this reason, she had to move to Yokoya (Kyoshi Island) where a mansion was built to serve Yun and his entourage. While the mansion was under construction, she met a young maid named Kyoshi.
And there their story began.
Go on and read the Kyoshi Novels, 'The Rise of Kyoshi' and 'The Shadow of Kyoshi'.
If you like my works and wanna invite me a coffee here, that would be amazing!
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too-decide · 1 day
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rimunagenius · 2 days
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I’m Not Talking ‘Bout Boys I’m Talking ‘Bout Them.
ఌ pairing: Naomi Mcpherson x AFAB!reader
ఌ Warnings: RPF!! homophobia!! , slight smut, slight angst?, fluff, fluff, and some more fluff, realization about the preferred sexual preference (if that’s even a warning)
ఌ Word Count: 3.5k words (major whoopsie…no it’s not)
ఌ okay so as you may not already know, this fic is based off the song ‘girls’ from girl in red. it’s basically the prompt of the story. another thing, this fic is loosely based off me, being a bisexual woman, and not experiencing homophobia personally, but seeing how others around me speak and feel about people in the LGBTQ community, i haven’t come out to my parents. so writing this, i hope this helps in anyway, whether it’s a tiny small or big significant way, to help whoever reads this know it’s okay to be queer. to love women. to love whoever the fuck you want to love. be yourself unapologetically and once you stop caring what the people around you feel, and stop thinking about how you may offend them for your choices and feelings, you’ll truly live a blissful life. okay that’s it, enjoy!
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❧ I've been hiding for so long
These feelings, they're not gone
Could I tell anyone?
You have always been an ally to the LGBTQ community. You had many friends who grew up to be gay or lesbian, nonbinary, all of the above. You even have family members part of the community. You didn't realize until you had hit high school that you were into a spectrum of people. Freshman year, you were curious and never even experimented with anyone other than boys. But by your junior year, you had realized you loved anyone…you were queer.
The thoughts of wanting to understand someone so deeply and have a beautiful connection that would manifest in a caring and long relationship, was all you seeked. It was never a phase that every teenager convinces themselves they're going through—it was real.
But you knew your parents. They'd say they were supportive because you had family that were queer. But now and then, the unsupportive side of them would slip and it made you scared for the reaction you'd get if you had said you not only liked men but everyone.
❧ Afraid of what they'll say
So I push them away
I'm acting so strange
You so desperately wanted to tell your parents about the feelings you had and the thoughts you wanted to share. You just could never get past the what if.
Any conversation about your love life you had dismissed. You couldn't possibly say that you liked a girl or someone who was different than themselves in their eyes. You knew it was getting obvious with the way you'd shut down the topic. You knew that your siblings would catch on.
The jokes they’d make about you being queer because you haven't mentioned the idea of being with a guy recently were starting to irritate you a little more every day. You just had to suck it up and "forget" to tell them about the most beautiful person you had ever met.
❧ They're so pretty, it hurts
I'm not talking 'bout boys
I'm talking 'bout girls
You don't know when it happened but you just knew you had to speak to this person. Their beautiful curly hair, the perfect height, the perfect style, the perfect facial features that were accentuated with the prettiest gold jewelry in their nose. They caught your eye the second you had walked into the club.
You had been with friends and you just couldn't stop looking. Your friends picked up on the longing glances you'd throw their way any chance the conversation got dull someplace.
"Just talk to them!" Your friend yelled over the loud music. "What's the worst that could happen?" They sipped through the straw of their drink while moving their eyes from you to the person you couldn't stop looking at.
"No. Absolutely not. They're way out of my league, dude." Oh, absolutely not. Your friend was not about to take no for an answer. They knew about your family situation. Even though you were a grown woman, your parent's opinions still mattered to you. What they thought of you was important.
"Babe, you are so beautiful and hot. Please be real here. They're coming over here anyways, now's your chance." They smiled, sipping their drink again watching the person walk up to the bar.
"Are you fucking serious?" You took a small step back and bumped into someone. Turning around immediately, you saw them. The perfect person you had been staring at all night long. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I did not know you were right there,"
"No it's okay, don't worry about it." They smiled at you. The height difference was stirring a nervous feeling in your belly. Like someone had released a butterfly sanctuary in your belly.
"Let me pay for your drink, it's the least I can do for someone as gorgeous as you." It slipped out. You hadn't even realized you said it until you said it and saw their face looking back at you. The embarrassment was unbearable. A small smile graced their features and they were thankful you couldn't see the small blush creeping on their cheeks.
"Oh, you don't have to but thank you. What's your name, pretty?" They leaned down so they could hear you better over the music. Your knees were weak.
"Y/n. And yours?" You looked at them, batting your eyelashes. It was hard not to try and make them interested. You thought they were so pretty, you had to have them.
"Naomi. Nice to meet you." You both smiled and insisted on paying for their drink. You paid for it and smiled. The smile faltered as you realized this may or may not be the very last time you see them ever.
"Hey—" You both spoke at the same time. You giggled and looked up at them, signaling for them to finish. "Can I get your number? Sorry if that's forward but your beautiful and want to know if you'd like to get coffee sometime?" They asked, leaning back up to gauge your expression.
"Oh yeah! I'd love to." You gave them your number and for the rest of the night, you both went about your own business with your separate parties. Catching each other's eye from across the room every now and then.
They were the most beautiful person you had ever seen in your whole entire life. It hurt your brain to even fathom how they could exist.
❧ They're so pretty with their button-up shirts
I shouldn't be feeling this
But it's too hard to resist
You and Naomi had hung out a lot of times after the club incident. You were so glad you had decided to get out of your house that night. You didn’t think you could sit through anymore phone calls of your mom telling you how nice her coworker's son was for the last 5 months. You did have to, every now and then.
They had told you they were in a band. A relatively famous one. You hadn't known any of that and were about to explode when they told you they opened for Taylor Swift on her Eras Tour. What made you so oblivious to this information? You had been there. You even asked about the dates and you didn't even realize you had watched Naomi perform.
They also told you that they had a show this coming weekend and needed help picking an outfit or two for the music festival. They invited you over to their house, which was a pretty close range from your condo that you lived in. You had been over more than a handful of times. You guys have been seeing each other for almost 5 months, making it official in the third month. 
"I say, you give me a fashion show and we can decide from there." You smiled at them. You honestly believe that you have never been this happy. Yeah, a few hetero relationships you had in the past you were happy. But you weren't truly happy. Not like this. You haven't told your parents about them but you truly wanted to. You wanted to tell them that Naomi had awakened a newfound liveliness to you. That they had made everything so much easier. You thanked your lucky stars for bumping into them five months ago. 
"I say, that's a great idea, gorgeous." They walked up to you sitting on the foot of the bed, planting a kiss on your forehead, and then walking to the closet to grab an outfit to try on.
They changed in the bathroom and walked out in long basketball shorts, a white wife beater, a jean jacket, and a backward black LA hat. Heat rose to your face, and all over your body. Especially there. You blushed intensely and smiled. "So this outfit is a yes, then?" Naomi laughed as they noticed the immediate reaction your body had. 
"Oh, hell yeah. I honestly think you should never take it off. Unless I'm taking it off you." You smiled and laughed. Their face flushed as they turned away for a second and looked back at you. You gave them a small wink as they walked up to you, crouched down, and grabbed your face pulling you into a kiss. 
Both of you smiled into the kiss, which started to grow more hot and heavy. A small sigh left your nose and you pulled away. "As much as I love doing that, you have a fashion show to finish, baby." A small frown pierced their lips as they grabbed a few new articles of clothing from their closet and walked into the bathroom. 
Walking out in a white button-up shirt, a tie hanging loosely around their neck under the collar, and black vintage Versace jeans. You absolutely loved this outfit. You loved the other one but something about this outfit made them look so professional, endearing, and just overall adorable. You had always loved when they would pick you up for dates and they were wearing an outfit similar to this with a button-up shirt. 
"Oh my god, I love this nomi. You look so good." You smiled as you pulled out your phone and took a video. Naomi does a small spin before flipping the camera off. They laughed and immediately apologized. You both now laughing together. 
❧ Soft skin and soft lips
The soft light from the sunset started creeping in through the bedroom window, adding an even more romantic ambiance to the room. Your soft pants fill the room. 
"Oh..my...god." You sighed heavily, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. Your chest rose and fell with the swift motion and pace Naomi had set with their fingers curling inside of you. You could not lie and say this wasn't better than any sex you had ever prior to now. 
"You're doing so good for me, sweet girl." A whiny moan left your throat as their soft praises and new pet name coaxed you closer and closer to the finish line. Your eyes looked into theirs. Your walls tighten around their slender fingers. How could someone be so good with just their fingers?
"Uh...don't stop. So close, baby." Your voice rose and thighs closed. "Just like that. I'm so close." You could not fathom the feeling they were making you feel. In almost a mere second, their fingers curled in just the right spot causing a soft scream to escape your lips. 
"Oh, baby." Naomi looked down at you, head dropping to kiss up your neck. Their soft lips traveled across your jawline, lips brushing the lobe of your ear. "Let go for me." They whispered, another soft whine left your lips as you did what they asked of you. "Yeah, just like that, baby." 
Naomi maneuvered their body back in front of your aching cunt. Sliding their fingers out, catching whatever slipped out with their tongue. You let out a soft cry, overly sensitive to touch as you were still coming down from what felt like the best high in your life. Naomi then put the fingers they had buried inside of you in their mouth, sucking and licking off any remnants of your orgasm off their fingers. 
You wouldn't lie...you could've come all over again just by watching them watch you while they did that. They then placed a soft kiss on your clit, a soft satisfied hum leaving their lips. Their lips trailed up your body until they found solace on yours again. The passionate kiss left you breathless and tasting yourself on their tongue. 
Naomi’s arms planted on either side of your waist, you ran your hands slowly up their arms. From their soft and slender wrists, all the way to the open expanse of their shirtless back. Naomi sighs at the cool sensation of your rings dragging across their body. 
You then pulled them in for another kiss, your arms slung over the back of their neck. Your fingertips graze the beautiful crazy curls on their head. 
You could stay here forever. 
❧ I should be into this guy
But it's just a waste of time
He's really not my type
I know what I like
"No, mom." I am not going on a date with Nick. He's not my type at the moment." You looked at Naomi, an incredulous look on your face, a quiet tut of laughter leaving their lips as their hand glided up your thigh. 
"Why not? What is your type then?" Your mom asked over the phone. You didn't know if you had wanted to flat-out say that you had been seeing someone. The someone being a famous queer public figure. Your mom on speaker, Naomi being able to hear the whole conversation. 
They nodded their head at you, a look of encouragement in their eyes. This whole ‘your mom trying to set you up’ thing was getting old. You just wanted to tell her that you were so in love with your partner.
"Mommy, I'm already seeing someone. And they make me very happy, any more than a man could." Naomi squeezed your thigh, their head resting in their hand that was leaning on the back of the couch. You smiled at them, mouthing 'I love you.' They did it back. Big smile across their face.
"What do you mean "any more than a man could"? Are you dating a woman? Are you seriously dating a woman? Y/n, don't make me tell your dad about this. What do you think he'll say?" She sighed loudly over the speaker. You started to get super nervous. 
You rubbed your other hand that wasn't holding the phone, across your chest. A heavy feeling weighing down on you suddenly. "No, mommy. They're not a woman either. They're nonbinary, which means they don't choose to identify as a boy or girl. I love them. They make me happy." 
"I don't want to hear details about this gay relationship." 
"I never said anything about that." 
"Well, I don't want to hear about it. I have to go. And I'm going to tell your father about this." You didn't even feel nervous anymore. The hard part was over and you honestly felt irritated that your mom couldn't just be happy that you were happy. Why did it matter who was making you happy?
"Okay, whatever." You hung up the phone and flopped your head against Naomi's chest. "I'm sorry she said what she said, baby. I didn't think she'd take it that bad. For once I thought she’d just listen and still accept what’s happening." You looked up at them. They leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips. 
"It's okay. We'll be okay. At least she knows now. The hard part is over, love." 
"Yes. It's finally over." You both lay there on your couch, cuddling for the rest of the morning. You could only think about how their opinions slowly started to not matter what they thought of Naomi. It only mattered what you thought and you thought the absolute world of them. You had truly never met anyone like them. 
❧ No, this is not a phase
Or a coming of age
This will never change
You and your parents had been fighting over the phone and dinner for the last week. They couldn't get used to the pronouns Naomi had gone by and not identifying with a gender, how they lived their life, and how we both chose to live it together. 
You had slowly started to get over your parent’s projecting and ignorance and felt at peace with your life. With your Naomi. They had known how stressful this had been for you, so a nice romantic weekend was planned for the both of you. Granted the weekend had consisted of you two at Josettes parent's vacation cabin by the lake. It was honestly so beautiful. 
The second night you were there, you celebrated your one-year anniversary with a nice candlelit dinner and walk outside by the dock. When you reached the end of the dock looking out across the lake, the moon casting the perfect light over the royal blue waters. "Naomi look how beautiful." You looked across at the landscape in front of you, your smile faltering when Naomi said they couldn't see it. "What do you me- Oh my god." 
Naomi was on one knee, a beautiful diamond ring in their hand. "Holy shit. No way. Naomi." You couldn't help the tears falling and the laughing trying to hide the fact that you were literally sobbing. 
"Y/n. You are so perfect. From your hair to your contagious laugh. Everything about you is engraved in my brain. I think about you when I'm thousands of miles away and when I'm right under you while you sleep against me." You could not stop the loud sob that escaped your throat. You immediately got on your knees and cupped their face. "I can't even remember what my life was like before you were in it and I don't want to know how it is after. I never want to have an after-you. This," they motioned their index finger between the two of you. Their eyes welling up with tears too. "Is forever. You and me. Will you marry me?" You kissed their lips, the kiss so tender yet so full of every emotion you could possibly feel in a moment like this. 
"Yes. Yes. It will always be a yes, baby." You continued to cry as they slid the ring on your finger. You could not have imagined that this would be your life a year ago. You never wanted to forget this. Forget them. 
Your parents would never understand you both. No matter how much they tried to will this relationship away. You both had already left an imprint in each other's lives. This was forever or nothing. Happiness or nothing. Your love for each other was never going away. 
❧ They're so pretty, it hurts
I'm not talking 'bout boys
I'm talking 'bout girls
You had spent the next day at the cabin wrapped in the sheets and each other's embrace. The bliss that came with Naomi was something so sacred and real. You knew that when you looked at them. 
You had woken up before them. The sun shining through the window behind you. Sitting up, wrapping and holding the sheets over your naked frame, you reached over and took a picture of their peaceful state of sleep. 
The way the sun shines on their features, accentuating the gorgeous freckles across their face, you posted it on your Instagram story. The first time your family will see that this was never a phase. It was real and it was happening.
Captioning the picture, "I can't wait to marry you." You had tagged Naomi before turning your phone off and laying back down next to them. Snuggling in closer, they wrapped their arm around your frame and pulled you closer before placing a soft kiss on your head. You both had gone back to sleep. Just you two against the world. 
❧ They're so pretty with their button-up shirts
They're so pretty, it hurts
I'm not talking 'bout boys
I'm talking 'bout girls
You knew you couldn't count on them to be here. The one special day that you'd ever have in your life and your family couldn't set their pride aside and be there. It didn't bother you much because you had friends and they showed up for you. That's what counted. That's the only thing that matters aside from marrying the love of your life. But it still hurt.
Josette had suggested she walk you down the aisle and you loved the idea. As you both walked down the aisle, you looked at her and then at Naomi. You three had all been crying as the seconds ticked that the marriage was official. 
Naomi in their tux, you in your long white wedding dress. This was perfect. They were perfect. A button-up shirt never looked as good on them as it did right now. 
❧ They're so pretty with their button-up shirts
'Cause I don't know what to do
It's not like I get to choose
Who I love
Your honeymoon consisted of laying in bed, sex, beach, sex, laying in bed, more sex, and sleeping. Falling for them was singlehandedly the best thing you had ever done. You could not believe this is who you got to do life with for the rest of it. 
You didn't choose to be queer. But you sure as hell glad that it got you here in this moment.
❧ They're so pretty, it hurts
I'm not talking 'bout boys
I'm talking 'bout girls
They're so pretty with their button-up shirts
And they're so pretty, it hurts
I'm not talking 'bout boys
I'm talking 'bout girls
They're so pretty, it hurts
Being out, not giving a single damn about who had to say what about your marriage, was a blissful life. You get to watch your soulmate do what they love, be who they are, and choose you to be a part of it. Going through the suppression and ignorance to get here...was so rewarding. 
Naomi. They were so pretty it hurt to even express the amount of attraction and admiration you had for them. You got to have them. All of them. 
Forever.
ఌ loving someone for who they are is all that matters. Whether your bisexual, lesbian, pan, etc. You don’t owe anyone a damn thing. Even if your not out yet, that’s okay. You won’t be in the closet forever, you will be yourself openly and unapologetically, whether it’s tomorrow or in the next year (and i’ll be on that journey with you); Loving a woman, loving your partner, is not a crime. It’s not wrong. No matter what anyone says. They can’t take your love, your identity, yourself, away from you. Never forget it.
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naughtygoodgrl · 3 days
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My former college teacher invited me to hers after I graduated university. She was wearing a thin cotton dress without any underwear (just like I was). I’d always had a crush on her, she was the youngest teacher I’d met. She told me to get on my knees and kiss her like I’d fantasised all those times while sitting in the front of her class, my legs open in a tease. She opened her legs to me and my fingers slid between her thighs.
“Good girl,” she murmured against my lips. Her tongue slipped in my mouth and the straps of her tiny dress fell down to reveal her breasts. “I’m so wet for you, little one. Now be a good teacher’s pet and let me ride your mouth.”
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sapphicbunn · 3 days
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wishing i was being overstimulated by a girl for as long as she wants because i'm just here to please her after all, and i'll take everything she gives me because i want to be the best girl for her :((
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mimiraat · 3 days
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Yeaaa @slugrag
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Getting done at the same time. One of you in the shower, one brushing your teeth, and the cute little smile you give each other when you meet each other’s eyes
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abbyscenery · 3 days
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ dang(c)er ideas . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
abby anderson x female character
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a/n: 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 first chapter 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒! 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾. 𝗂'𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂'𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 (𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾). 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗌. <3
synopsis: 𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗒𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗃𝗂𝗆𝖾́𝗇𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・. .・
The most normal thing in schools is disagreements between students.
Abigail Anderson would not be exempt from this. She had one of her last training sessions before a championship sabotaged by Melissa Davis.
Better known as Mel, the theater class student discovered that the boy she has feelings for was in love with Abby.
After a sabotage between training schedules and theater rehearsals, things got worse between them. Still feeling the frustration of losing, Abby had already made up her mind.
Now it's Mel's turn to pay the price.
The day for the presentation of the theater class' new play had arrived. Abby was already frustrated to discover that her rival was not the protagonist, her plans might not shake Mel as much as she would like.
Very well hidden, she managed to enter the dressing room. Mel's costume was coming apart little by little, before Abby heard noises and bolted out of there like lightning.
She sat in the last row, one of the emptiest, to watch her trick unfold.
She just didn't imagine that her sabotaging would be directed to another person. The protagonist of the play, Celine Alvarez, played ‘Satine’ from ‘Moulin Rouge.’
In tears trying to hold the fabrics with her bra exposed, Celine was removed from the stage with the others.
The lights turned on and murmurs were heard. Almost managing to escape with her hand on the doorknob, she froze in place with the only thing that could be heard.
“Abigail Anderson! You can stop right there!”
Every head in the audience turned towards her. She waited outside the auditorium until Mrs. Jessica took her to the principal Miller’s office.
“You’re lucky my brother is enjoying his honeymoon, he wouldn’t be this nice.”
“I understand…”
“Mrs. Jessica came into my office practically in tears. All the effort and dedication she had with the class, and it all ends suddenly due to some revenge? We don't know if the attack was directed at Mel, but I guarantee that everyone there felt sorry for Celine. That's what Mrs. Jessica told me.”
“But Mr. Miller, it wasn’t like that! I can explain…”
“We have already decided what your punishment will be.” Mrs. Jessica interrupts.
“Since Miss. Odette is in need, you will be an assistant in the dance class for the rest of the semester.”
“You must be joking…” She leans back in her chair, sighing and looking down.
“What did you just say?”
“Nothing. When do I start?”
“Next week, Miss. Odette will explain everything to you, now go.”
Feeling like she might explode at any moment, Abby decided to go to her place of comfort. She trained for a while until her coach cleaned his throat behind her.
“I know it's you just from how loud the serve is.” Frank says while smiling. “What’s up, Abbs? Why are you still here?”
“Didn't you see what I did?” She stops abruptly and stands still, with a deep frown of resentment.
“Yeah, everyone did. There's not much to do now.”
“I'm afraid I won't be able to show up for training.” She turns back, crossing her arms.
“What do you mean?” He asks with concern.
“Those damn dance classes are during training hours, okay?! I'll be forced to help those people because of what I did.”
“Why are you worrying? The team will still be here for you, I’ll be here as well.”
“My routine will change and... I feel like…”
Frank could feel what was coming.
“Come here...” He hugs Abby out of paternal instinct.
Since her first day on the team, Frank has always been a very important figure for her.
“Now go, you can take out your anger on the training. I'll leave the key with you, don’t stay too late. Good night, kiddo.”
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Oh my god... someone please... kiss me like this
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