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hrtsdevils · 6 months

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you made me love the number forty-three | fall to me au

summary: a close-knit bond is formed between luke hughes and y/n l/n throughout the years. they have their ups and downs, but they’ll always be there for one another.

pairing: platonic luke hughes x family friend!reader

wc: 1564

warnings: fuck ass bob

a/n this is based off of abby by gracie abrams, and it’s very dear to my heart! pretend that luke wasn’t committed to umich 2 years before he graduated… for the plot! sorry jack’s kind of a meanie, i love him!!! i swear!! it just fits w the lyrics <3 enjoy and thanks for reading!

tell me your secrets, ask every question. my door is open twenty-four/seven. think you were made from something in heaven. you made me love the number eleven forty-three.

october 2008-september 2010

Your family had known the Hughes family for as long as you could remember. Your mother had played soccer at the University of New Hampshire with Ellen, and she was the first person to cheer her on once hockey season started. This allowed them to form a close bond over their four years of eligibility. The Hughes family travelled a bit around the country due to the careers of Ellen and Jim, but as soon as they settled in Toronto with their seven, five, and three-year-old sons, your mother followed suit with five-year-old you and your eight-year-old older brother.

The older two boys in each family started hockey, and Jack was soon to follow. This left you and little Luke to hang out in the care of Ellen, and occasionally your mom. At first, you loved him, he was like your personal baby doll that you could drag around, dress up, and have tea parties with. Luke didn’t usually object, except for that one incident where you tried to make him wear “clip-clops”, as you called them, to which he had a temper tantrum about the sheer idea of putting them on his feet.

As you grew older, Luke wanted less to do with you and your girly things and more to do with hockey, along with whatever else the boys were doing. Although normal of him, you still felt betrayed. What can you say; you were seven years old. To try and make you fit in, Luke took craft scissors to your long, wavy hair and cut it to look like the boys. Maybe you’d have looked better if you had a pixie cut done by a professional salon, however, he was slightly less than and you came out with the same shaggy haircut as the five-year-old. You ran to your mom immediately, about to cry of embarrassment.

“Mommy, something bad happened!” You screeched, interrupting her conversation with Ellen and catching the attention of the three boys.

Covering her mouth slightly, Ellen was the first to speak, “Oh, sweetie.. what happened?” She reached out to touch your now chin-length locks and brushed a few stray longer hairs out of your eyes.

“Luke cut it, so I could play hockey with them.” You gesture towards the boys, “And now I... I look like him!” You exclaimed out of horror, finally realizing the drastic nature of your actions.

You started to tear up before your mother cut in, “Baby, you both look adorable! It’ll grow out soon, don’t worry about it.”

You were still seething for the rest of the day, and you were plotting your revenge plan on Luke for weeks. You wanted to kill him, and had been ignoring him since that very moment.

You figured your life was over, and what better way to spend your final moments pretending Luke didn’t exist after what he’d done to you. You decided that he was public enemy #1, or at least that’s what he was until you looked in the mirror, albeit a month or two later, and your hair had grown out into a short bob, framing your sweet features beautifully. You started to feel better about it.

Later that day, you went up to your mom and curled up in her lap. “Do you think Luke and I will ever get along again?” You asked while she was reading a book.

Your mother sighed and smiled at you, “You and the boys just have different interests. When you get older, things will be different and you’ll be even closer.”

december 2015

Your mom was right, although you and Luke were pretty far in age, he was practically your baby brother and best friend. You were close, despite differing interests and he would confide in you on a regular basis. One particular night, Luke rode his bike down the sidewalk in the cold, snowy winter and knocked on the window to your first-story bedroom.

You immediately let him in, then asked him what was wrong. Ten-year-old Luke pulled you into a hug and started spilling out his feelings and secrets. “Jack’s so rude!” He exclaimed into your shoulder, “He thinks he’s so much better at everything! Hockey, Mario Kart, basketball, all of it.”

“And?” You inquired, “Just ignore him, Lukey.”

He sniffed some more and released himself from your arms, “He keeps excluding me from his friends and stuff, they’re over and he pretends I don’t exist because I’m not good.” He wiped his nose and sat on the carpeted floor by your bed, “Quinn’s not home, he’s at a tournament with Mom.” He attempted to clarify why Quinn couldn’t stop, although you already knew because your brother was with them.

You frowned, “That’s not cool of him.” You quickly shot a text message to Jim saying Luke came over here to hang out, so nobody got worried. “Are you hungry?”

He nodded, and you offered to make some Kraft mac and cheese. “Feel free to listen to music or something, love you.” You slipped out the door and went to make him some dinner.

Since you were little, you knew for certain that you’d always be there for him and now you knew you’d always look out for him, whenever he needed it. Even if one day he’d be more able to protect himself than you ever could, today you would refrain from marching over to the Hughes residence and getting in a physical fight with Jack.

march 2020

It was almost your eighteenth birthday, so you were visiting home to hang out with your parents, the Hughes’, and a few other hometown friends. You entered the front door to your house after catching up with your friend over coffee to see your parents and the Hughes’ bent over Luke and his laptop. “What’s up?” You question, hanging up your big, puffy jacket.

“We’re waiting for my UMich college acceptance letter, they sent them out today.” He said, nervously. You could tell by the shakiness of his voice.

You joined them at the table, “Don’t be silly, Lukey. You know that they’ve already expressed interest in you and your game.” He smiled a little as you ruffled his hair, and sat down at the chair to the right of him.

“I wish Jack and Quinn were here.” Luke sighed and scratched his head, “Jack promised he’d call, but I think he’s busy.”

You frowned for him, you knew how much closer he and Jack had become in the last few years, but they’d drifted again when Jack moved to New Jersey last year. A part of you wished Jack had gone to college and stayed closer, but you and Luke knew he was too good for the NHL to wait on. “I’m sure he’ll call soon, bub. Give it a little bit.”

After about twenty minutes of refreshing and chatting, the letter from the University of Michigan popped up. It was nerve-wracking. Luke had already been accepted into a few safety schools that wanted him on their hockey teams, but he really wanted to follow in Quinn’s footsteps and go to Michigan. Luke’s cursor hovered over the email for a few moments before clicking it, and to nobody’s surprise, it was an acceptance letter. Everybody cheered, but you seemed the most excited (besides Luke, of course.)

“Luke!” You squealed, hugging the boy from the side as tight as possible, “You did it!”

He hugged you back, “Thanks for supporting me, and letting me sleep on your floor.. and buying me food all the time.” He chuckled, “Couldn’t have done it without you, sissy.”

present day

It was Luke and Jack’s day off, as they had zero games scheduled for the next few days. You had come to visit them to watch a few games, and you were staying at their apartment. It wasn’t a rare occurrence that you came and watched their games, stayed in the guest bedroom of their Hoboken apartment, and hung out with their team and whatever WAGs were joining them. But today it was just you and Luke, chilling on the couch and watching ‘Elf’.

“Remember last November when we went to New York?” You recalled while watching Buddy run through the city. Luke turned the TV down and grinned.

He nodded, “Yeah, good times. And we ate so much chocolate that you almost threw up.”

“That wasn’t because of the chocolate,” you objected, “it was because you were making me laugh so hard my organs hurt.”

Luke snorted as he remembered the vacation and the hotel room you guys stayed in. It was a spontaneous trip on a week when he was injured to try and cheer him up. You guys sat all night judging random music albums and your boyfriend at the time. It was all just a part of a collection of memories you loved to revisit, a photo album in your head.

“God, I can’t believe how old we’re getting.” You said, a tone of sadness. “You used to fit on my shoulders, and now I think you might break them if I tried to give you another piggyback ride.” You laughed softly.

“I’m grateful that our moms raised us two houses down.” Luke threw a piece of popcorn at your face.

You threw it back, “I’m grateful I get to know you.” You stated, a smile gracing your features.

i’m right here. fall to me, to me. fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams. you’d never hurt a thing, nothing. i hope you know to talk to me.

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coolprettyleo · 3 months

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begin again au ☆ - Frankies Lore!

wc: 1.8k

tw: drinking, mean coach, quitting, embarrassing? fluff bit of angst?

ryan leonard x hughes sister au!

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frankie couldn't believe what she had just done. something that had been a long time coming finally crashed down and for the first time in her life frankie felt bittersweet.

her whole life has revolved around the sport of hockey; having three brothers playing in the NHL and a mother and father who both played collegiete and now coach is a nightmare in disguise; for someone who is so tired of trying.

dont get her wrong she loved the sport. growing up, she started to confuse what the love was actually for. she thought she held the same passion to play that her brothers did, she was wrong. she now knows the love was to watch it never play it. she loved too watch her family come together and love something so much. she loved too watch other people play. she loved it from a distance. it took a while to come to terms with that.

when she explains the situation to anyone she always uses the same analogy. she loves to hear country music but that doesn't mean she wants to become the next taylor swift. even if she was a fan.

frankie had finally had enough and quit. not before going off on her coach though. something that she had been wanting to say every time she had been forced to stay after practice, run extra drills, every time she has been yelled at for tipping a shot in, every time she had been compared to her brothers, she finally did it.

*flashback to earlier*

"I want to see you guys here tomorrow morning seven am sharp!" coach lindsey said fiercely.

frankie respected the woman. her story was something she found inspiring. but right now she wanted the strangle the woman. her bones felt as if she was just hit by a bus and she hadn't had a good night sleep in about a month. so frankie being frankie, loudly groaned.

"hughes! just for that, you can stay back and do some laps!"

dont cry. dont cry. dont cry. you caused this.

her teammates filed out torwards the locker rooms desperately trying to get away before their coach decided to ultimately punish all of them while she began to skate. in her head frankie was about to lose it as her coach began to yell insult after insult.

"cmon hughes! you're never going to be good as your brothers with that speed"

"you call that faster?"

"I didn't tell you you can stop!"

coach lindsey yelled. she looked and sounded like abby lee miller. frankie smiled to herself at the thought as she began to slow down after skating as fast as she could for about fifteen minutes straight. not feeling well frankie skated off the rink towards the closest trashcan and threw up.

as she heard her coach coming up to her she began to plead.

"please, I cant take it anymore" she cried.

"your done for tonight. and fix that attitude by tomorrow morning will ya. you think your brothers are pulling this crap with their coaches?"

"I said I cant do it anymore!" frankie yelled finally having enough. shocking both herself and her coach.

"how is any of this okay! after everything you just yelled at me, pushing me through utter exhaustion, you come over here and try to act like its okay!?! i'm done."

"grow up and stop being a brat hughes. i'll see you tomorrow."

"you won't. I promise you that" Frankie threw back as she got her bag and began to walk out.

"you walk out that door and your future on this team is done!"

"its been done" frankie said walking out with tears streaming down her eyes.

*flashback ended*

she didn't know what to do. if she were to call her family they would worry and fly in thinking she was going through a manic episode, maybe she was but this felt real and it felt good.

its like her brain and heart had been at war since she was thirteen and her heart had finally won the war five years later. she didn't know whether to laugh or cry though.

she was happy because she was finally free. but she felt a dark cloud gloom over her when she realized she had to tell her family what she just did. she honestly didn't know how they were going to react.

the guilt began to rain on her as she remembered hoe happy they had been for her because they realized she can actually go on and play professionally since the PWHL had its debut and she was already a top prospect for the 2024 year draft but she just went and ruined it.

they're going to disown me.

that thought alone caused frankie to be where she was right now. in a bar with her fake ID drinking her feelings away on a wednesday night. alone. this had to be borderline alcoholic.

"I mean I wanted this right? so why do I feel like throwing myself off the bridge! why am I like this! am I being annoying? you can tell me greg" frankie rambled on to the bartender whose name was actually john.

"im going to call you and uber" he said dismissing her not wanting to deal with a drunk college girl.

"no! let me call someone!" she said taking the bar phone away from him. seeing as her phone had died about forty five minutes ago. quickly dialing the only number she remembered due to the fact she never saved his contact in her phone.

"hello?"

"drew! please, please come pick me up! you know I hate taking ubers alone. I swear i'll give you a little something after..." she said suggestively.

"frankie? hold on drews in the shower. its will, are you drunk? really on a wednesday? where are you?" will began to scold her over the phone, sounding very motherly.

"don't you judge me, I needed this. and im at the mecca" frankie slurred.

"ryan and I will be there in fifteen" he said hanging up.

"lady get off the counter!"

is what will and ryan heard when they walked into the bar.

"oh god" ryan said as he saw frankie start to crawl onto the counter. quickly rushing over to pull her off.

"m'not interested." she mumbled when she felt big hands around her waist.

ryan felt his heart crack. he knew he shouldn't because, one she probably thinks its some random guy and two frankie doesn't know he likes her.

since he first met frankie he realized he's had a thing for her but being the good friend he is, he kept his feelings to himself not wanting to start problems with drew.

it gives him so much anger to think about the fact that drew basically just uses her for sex. but at the same time she's probably just using drew too. so who is he to to get mad.

someone who would give her the world

"what are you doing frankie" will says giving her a disappointed look as ryan pulls her over his shoulder.

"I was just trying to dance!" frankie says upside down.

"on a wednesday at seven thirty pm? at least wait till ten" ryan says approaching the car and strapping her in.

"i quit the team"

"WHAT"

"ur lying"

will and ryan said at the same time with their eyes wide. they knew frankie hated playing hockey, they just never thought she was going to quit. someone with as much talent as frankie needs to be out there.

"m'not. im done and im scared to tell my family. I think they're going to be mad" she slurred as her eyes began to water.

ryan, who cant handle to see her cry quickly got into the back seat with her, and started to comfort her. wrapping her up in his arms and wiping her tears that began to fall from her big blue eyes. he could stare into them forever.

he told will to start driving back to her apartment as he comforted her.

"frankie, your family loves you and you know that. they're never going to hate you because you quit, if anything I think they've been expecting it-"

"geez thanks ryan" frankie says crying drunkly. ryan cant help but smile a bit because even though he hates to see her like this she looks really cute.

"not like that, its just anyone who knows and loves you can see your not happy out there. I see it, will sees it, so I know for a fact they see it too. and if they didnt and they do get mad thats on them. its your life not theirs" ryan says with his arm wrapped around her as she sniffles into his shirt.

"I guess so" she finally says seeing as their pulling up to her dorm.

"can you walk me up? its okay if you dont want too! I get it, im just scared that the RA is going to see me like this and call campus security on me and-"

"frankie! of course ill walk you up, are you kidding" ryan cuts off her rambling pulling her out of the car.

"i'll walk home smitty, you dont have to wait" ryan says knowing he was doing homework earlier that was due tonight before frankie had called.

"you sure?" will says kinda feeling bad for not staying and helping him take care of her. but then realizing ryan probably wants to take care of her.

him and gabe loved to tease ryan on the fact he was hopelessly in love with frankie. of course they would never tell drew even though they know if ryan were to just tell drew how he feels drew would back off. ryan just likes to be complicated.

"yeah, we'll be fine. right frankie?" he says keeping her upright. she was fully awake but the thing about frankie hughes is she loves to lay on the floor when she was drunk.

"yup!!" she chirps while ryan smiles down at her.

they wave goodbye to will while ryan picks her up and walks to towards her door. he smiles as he gets too her door and sees her doormat.

'cool bitches only'

he opens the door using her keys that he found in her purse and hauls her inside down the hall to her room. her room was so her. he loved it.

god I sound like a creep.

he shakes the thought from his head as he settles her down, takes off her shoes, and wipes all the remaining makeup off her face. thinking of how perfect she was.

"ryan" she says dreamingly as she feels him pull the cover over her body.

"yes baby?"

frankie felt her stomach do a cartwheel and she couldn't understand why.

"thank you. for everything."

"anytime frankie hughes"

he says before giving her a kiss on her forehead and walking home.

send in ideas for this au!! im really excited for it!

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ellieluvr420 · 4 months

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We meet again, darling epilogue (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader x detective Ellie Williams)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

SMUT mdni

I hope this is a good ending to the series for you beautiful people that have followed the story from the beginning!!!

You lay on the large bed that overlooks the ocean on your private beach with Abby cuddling into your side, an arm lazily draped over your stomach. You had been here for just over a year now and you still never get bored of your daily routine, the constant sun and heat only sweetened the deal more for you as you gaze at the freckles that dot Abby's shoulders and face, she looked so cute with the permanent blush that crept over her nose and cheeks and you couldn't help but reminisce on your time with her in the city, although you missed it the sight of her now reminded you why you hadn't regretted your decision once. You're taking in her sun-kissed appearance when she shifts so that she can look you in the eyes.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course my love."

"How were you able to just up and leave so quick? Within a week of us speaking to Ricky you were ready to just up and leave the country. You had planned our deaths, you dealt with your penthouse, the business, everything, in a week. How did you do it?"

"I had been preparing to leave for awhile. I knew me taking over the Met would blow everything up so I got my affairs in order."

"Why would you do it if you knew it would go bad?" Her thumb was rubbing soothing circles into your side as you scratched at her scalp.

"I was bored, I was ready to go so I decided to go out with a bang, did me a favour that taking over the Met lined my pockets a little too before we left but I mainly wanted to really screw them over before I left."

"Why wouldn't you just tell me that?"

"If I had told you from the beginning that you'd end up running away with me to live happily ever after you wouldn't have taken me up on my offer would you?"

"So you knew and planned all of this from the beginning?" Her words were spoken with caution, her stomach twisted a little as you spoke.

"Yes, I had caught wind of my brother's frustrations with how I was running things so I was looking for a reason to cut ties so it would be clean and easy. When the opportunity to take over the Met came up with you I knew this was my chance. I took them over so that everything would crumble which meant I'd be able to take everything from them and my brother. I knew one day he'd try and get rid of me so I just had to wait for him to do that so I could end him. I knew what was coming so I informed Jeremy and a few others that when the time came I would pay them a huge bonus to dispose of his body and then scatter, of course their silence was part of the deal." Abby was quiet as she took in everything you said, she couldn't believe it but despite hearing all of this there was only one question on her mind.

"Was Ellie part of the plan?"

"No actually, she was a happy surprise, once I saw her I knew she would join us but I hadn't prepared for that from the beginning."

Abby processes everything you've said and she realises you manipulated her by playing on her greed for power and glory in her life, manipulated Ellie's need for love and company and you got what you wanted. You hadn't let go of your life in the city because it was the only choice you had, this was the plan all along and she had fallen for it completely and now there was no going back, she could never get away from you. She felt comforted by the darkness as she bathed in the glow of your love and let herself fall deeper and deeper into the hole you coaxed her into, making her bed and lying in the throes of your corruption.

As Abby lay quietly contemplating everything you had just told her Ellie walked back over to the bed with a tray of drinks in her hands and a joint hanging out of her mouth, the sight sent pulses straight to your core. She placed the tray down on the end of the bed and passed you and Abby your drinks before lighting the spliff. She inhaled deeply a couple times before passing it to you, you all took it in turns sharing until it was done and you were all blissfully laying enjoying the view you could never get enough off as you sipped your drinks. You hadn't smoked weed since your teenage years but you had come to enjoy getting high with Ellie and Abby, you pulled Ellie down to also lay on you and as her face nuzzled into your neck leaving feather light kisses you knew this would be your life until you died, the paradise you were surrounded by could be ripped away from you and you'd still be okay as long as you had them by your side,

You're interrupted from your thoughts when you feel Abby's hands wrapping around yours that's holding the drink and you let her lift it away from you and place it onto the tray at the end of the bed.

"Ellie take the drinks of the bed."

"What's the magic word?" Ellie snipes.

"I want to fuck and she'll kill us if we break anymore glasses." Ellie's eyes light up at Abby's statement and she immediately jumps up to move the drinks. You laugh at them talking like you aren't right there until they both turn to you with a carnal look in their eyes.

"Hey babe." Abby purrs as she sits on her knees facing you.

"Hi honey." You say in an annoyingly innocent tone.

"You gonna let us have our way with you?" Ellie questions although it sounds like more of a statement. Over the year that you had spent here you found yourself relaxing into a more submissive role when you slept together, you trusted them and enjoyed giving control to them in bed now you didn't need to have such a tight grip on everything in your life.

"Hmm ask nicely." The shift in power dynamic didn't stop you from fighting them a little.

"Please let us fuck you baby. You know how good we can make you feel." Abby kisses up the thigh of the leg she had wrapped around her waist as she speaks and you shiver at the tickle.

"You know you want it." Ellie had returned to her place at your side and was lightly circling your nipple with her index finger as she spoke.

"Well if you want me that bad how can I refuse?" As soon as you utter those words Ellie is attaching her lips to yours while Abby rips down your bikini bottoms. You're so entranced by the tangle of yours and Ellie's tongues that when Abby's lips attach to your clit and suck with a fervour you gasp in shock. Ellie keeps you firmly held in place as she pushes impossibly further into your mouth, her fingers are pinching and rubbing at your sensitive nipples as your hands find their way into her hair, you tug at her locks as Abby thrusts her middle and ring finger into your dripping hole, her pace only quickens as does Ellie's lips against yours. You can barely breathe with the stimulation they were both giving you, Abby's tongue swirling and sucking on your clit, even occasionally nipping at it as Ellie swirls her tongue over your neck and jawline following its path with open-mouthed kisses that leave a trail of bruises. Before you even register it you're finishing with a scream that's muffled by Ellie's lips that never left yours for a second.

"Come on you." As you're basking in the glow of your orgasm Ellie hoists you up over her shoulder so your hips are bent over it and your face is directly in front of her ass, you can't help but watch it as she walks, the sight making you lick your lips. You look up at Abby following behind and the image of her sucking her fingers clean as she walks makes your cheeks heat. Ellie bites and pinches at your thighs as she walks you to your shared bedroom where she throws you down on the bed. They both stand there eyeing you hungrily as you bite your lip in return.

Ellie climbs onto the bed, simultaneously manhandling you so you're straddling her thigh, Abby joins you both as she sits next to Ellie and pulls you into a longing kiss. You groan as you taste yourself on her tongue and Ellie takes that as her signal to start grinding your hips into her thigh, Abby smiles into the kiss as you gasp and pant, struggling to kiss her back as Ellie's pace quickens. The sensitivity from your previous climax makes your head spin as you feel yourself edging closer to that release all too quickly. Their hands were everywhere they could reach, grabbing and squeezing as the friction of your clit rubbing against Ellie's strong thigh made your breath hitch.

"You look so pretty like this babe." Ellie whispers in your ear before attaching her lips to your neck, your response is a groan that's muffled by Abby's plush lips that never stop her attack on yours. You moan as your hips stutter and you see white as your second orgasm washes over you, Abby detaches her lips from yours to let you catch your breath. Your forehead rests on Abby's shoulder as she rubs at your back while Ellie strokes your hair.

"You look tired, don't tell me you're going soft on us." Abby tuts at you and your lift your head to meet her eyes and smirk.

"You wish." They both chuckle but not enough for them to miss the tiny yawn you suppressed.

"Well you may not be tired but I definitely am." Abby did an overly dramatic yawn.

"Yeah me too." Ellie smiles at you as you raise an eyebrow at her knowingly. You appreciate them playing the game with you, weed had always made you so tired and that combined with sitting in the sun all day knocked you out every time. Abby wasn't lying when she said she was tired though, you all were and the dazed look in their eyes gave them away entirely. You giggle and get off of the bed walking to the ensuite.

"Well how about we pick this back up later on then hm? I need a shower, anyone joining me?" You smirk to yourself as you hear them both rush off of the bed to follow you, you hear their clothes dropping to the floor before you feel their bodies lingering behind yours as you turned the shower on.

You're all basking under the soothing patter of the water falling onto you, you were sandwiched between Abby and Ellie who were facing each other with your arms wrapped round Abby's waist resting your head on her chest. Ellie was rubbing your back as her and Ellie shared a sweet but passionate kiss, you could've fallen asleep right there and then until you jump at the cold loofah being rubbed over your back. The flowery smell of your body wash invades your nostrils and you sigh into Abby's chest as Ellie begins rubbing the loofah all over your arms, she bends down and kisses every inch of the skin on your legs before rubbing suds over them too. As she stands she spins you around to face her pressing a light kiss on your lips before massaging the front of your body with the soapy loofah. She purposely avoids your chest until she's washed everywhere else, the feeling of Ellie rubbing at your tits as Abby bites and sucks on your shoulder has you panting as your head falls back onto Abby.

"God I love your boobs like this. Do you think it would taste bad if I licked the soap off?" Ellie questions. Abby scoffs and you snort before pulling her flush against you. You stay entangled together until you slip from between them, tutting at their matching pouts.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm clean, you're both dirty. Clean up and come meet me downstairs alright?" You wink as you grab your towel wrapping it around yourself and walking off before they can protest.

Ellie looks at Abby with a mischievous smile as she holds up the loofah. "Want me to do you?"

"You're alright thanks." Abby chuckles before pulling Ellie into a harsh kiss, the loofah is long forgotten as Abby pushes Ellie until her back hits the shower wall. Ellie hisses at the sudden cold and Abby looks at her unimpressed. "Don't be a baby."

She kisses down Ellie's neck as her fingers creep towards Ellie's core. As Abby's fingers draw tight circles around Ellie's bud, Ellie's hands find their way into the taller women's hair, tugging hard so that Abby's face is pulled from her neck. They kiss again, though this time it was rushed and feverish as Ellie's hand finds its place at Abby's centre. They both replicate each other's motions as they inch each other towards their orgasms, they're barely kissing each other anymore, instead panting into each other's mouths as their legs tremble. As they both finish they share one more sloppy kiss before grabbing their respective soaps and loofahs, Abby's red and Ellie's purple, you thought you were hilarious buying their loofahs in colours that matched their straps. Once they were both clean they hopped out of the shower both grabbing their towels before walking to meet you.

As they walked into the kitchen they were shocked to see you standing there naked sipping a glass of wine, your face perks up at the sight of them before you hold a hand out to them stopping them in their tracks. "Drop the towels." They huff and roll their eyes as they both do what you say and unwrap their towels. The sight of them standing there completely naked, their muscles rippling with every small movement has you biting your lip and clenching your thighs as they continue walking over to you. "Give me a spin I wanna see the back too." They both spin looking equally as smug and you whistle at them. "That'll do it." They both come to stand beside you each placing a kiss on your cheek.

"I'm feeling a little objectified right now babe." Ellie whispers in your ear and you laugh as you grab her face.

"Sorry love, I promise I don't love you just for that banging body you've got."

"You love me?" Ellie looks like a deer caught in headlights. You had been more affectionate since moving here with the both of them but you had still never said you loved them, you often found yourself pondering it when you had a moment alone. All your life you had accepted the fact that you didn't feel things the way normal people did, the day you killed Richter was the first time you questioned the truth to that statement and the doubt in your mind had only grown. You didn't understand love, you hadn't felt loved by your parents as a child and you had always kept yourself closed off from any relationships as to not create a weakness for yourself so you weren't entirely sure what love was.

But when you looked at both their sun kissed faces framed by their wet hair, you knew, you knew that what you felt for them was love. It wasn't the kind of feeling that weighed on you the way your soft spot for Richter did, it made you feel light as a feather, like you could float away if they weren't there holding you and you're so glad they're holding you because the thought of leaving them caused your stomach to twist.

"Ellie, of course I love you. I love you, Abby, I love you both more than myself, which is hard."

"Oh believe me, we know." Abby snarks before cuddling into your side. "I love you." She directs her attention to Ellie and they exchange an awkward smile. "I love you too, you're both pains in my ass but I love you." Ellie holds Abby's hand that was resting on the small of your back as she mouths 'I love you too.' You smile and turn to face them pulling them into a hug as you take in their fresh scents. You never imagined yourself this way, it felt too soft and humane.

It felt too good for someone like you which is exactly why you love it. Richter had been right that day when you said you always wanted things you couldn't have. It always made you feel powerful, and now standing here with the most beautiful women you had ever laid eyes on, you realised you actually did it. You had proved Richter wrong because there was nothing you couldn't have.

You had it all now.

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NOT IN LOVE; FERNANDO ALONSO | 01 WELCOME TO BAKE-SONALITIES

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warnings: curse words; english not being my first lenguage so my apologies if you see any mistakes :)

⇚ previous part

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I drink from my cup of coffee and finish writing the email I was writing for the Marketing and Communication area. I can't help it, but I overhear the heated argument Toto is having with Andrew Shovlin, Mercedes' chief engineer, in his office. As far as I understand, the last race hasn’t gone bad at all but it is still not enough. A third and fourth place means nothing if you can have the first two.

My phone rings for the fifth time in an hour and I ignore it again. I don't even have to read the screen to know it's my father. He's been calling me for days, so at this point, he must be catching a flight to England to find out if I'm still alive. I don't need him to take care of me or worry in any way, I'm fine on my own.

Well... alone, not alone. Alessia, who is as alone as I am in this country, messages me almost daily to tell me how she is doing with her violin practice and even sends me videos to show me her progress. For my part, I talk a lot but I don't want to overwhelm her with my things so I limit myself to listening to her. This afternoon we would meet to have brunch at a cafe in London.

“I don't want you to come back here until you solve the fucking problem, Andrew!” I hear Toto's clear scream when Shovlin opens the door and then closes it so hard that I thought he would break it.

"Your boss is an idiot," the engineer complains.

“My boss is yours,” I mock, “and if I were you I would be careful, because he has ears everywhere.”

"I don't care anymore," he murmurs, "let him know he's an idiot!" he exclaims loud enough for the Austrian to hear.

“You behave like children, isn't it simpler...?” Before I finish speaking, the company cell phone starts ringing so I answer it. “Sorry, I must attend,” I excuse myself and the British man nods with a smile. I thought he was going to leave to let me continue with my work but he stayed waiting for the call to end. “Mr. Wolff's office, this is his secretary speaking.”

"Yes, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Miss Cruz," exclaims the girl at the reception who, if I remember correctly, is called Abby, so I decide to take the risk.

“Oh, Abby, has something happened?”

"There is a situation down here and I wanted to know if you could come and explain to Mr. Alonso why I can't let him pass without an appointment," she murmurs.

“Mr. Alonso?” I question and she makes a noise of agreement. “The driver?”

“Yes, Miss. He insists that it is important and that it should enter despite not having a date,” I think for a moment before giving her an answer. Toto doesn't have any other appointment for today, I could give him a place if it's so urgent.

“Let him in, I'll take care of it, don't worry. And... Abby,” I call her.

“Tell me.”

"Don't Miss me and call me Victoria," I ask her. I end the call after that and the man sitting in front of me is still there, waiting for the perfect moment to say whatever he wants to say.

“It's good to see that you are adapting well, Vicky.”

“Victoria,” I correct him. “It 's Victoria. Nobody calls me Vicky”

“Well, I could do it if you let me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know…” the look he gave me was more than enough to understand what he was trying to say and the simple thought of me dating again made me want to vomit.

“No, I don't know,” I respond, playing dumb.

“Wouldn't you like us to go out on a date?” he dares to ask. One star for the effort, but the answer is still no.

“Andrew, I seriously don't mix work with my personal relationships,” without even allowing him to argue, the lift doors open and reveal Alonso.

“Victoria!” exclaims the Spaniard. "How nice to see you," he says as he approaches my desk. The Englishman notes that he had to continue working, so he quickly says goodbye and leaves along the same path that the chestnut tree had come from. “Am I interrupting something?”

"My work day," I pronounce in our native language. “If you need to speak with Toto, I regret to inform you that it is by appointment. I can give you a number that you can call…”

“And do I also need an appointment to see the assistent?” I'm serious when I ask: what's wrong with men?

"Especially to see the assistant," I conclude, handing him the paper. Yes, I was going to let him in, but I didn't like the secretary's comment at all.

"This place is very nice," he exclaims in a vague attempt to get me to chat. He plays with the flower that I have placed on my desk and comes closer to smell it. “Very natural.”

“The only natural thing in this building is the flower I put here. The rest is all glass.”

“Yes, but it gives good light.”

"Listen, I don't want to be rude but I don't know if you understand that you need an appointment to speak with Mr. Wolff," I remind him. “Likewise, you could leave me your question and then I will send you the answer using the number that I wrote down on the paper. I´m sure that Toto has your number.”

“And is this yours?” he dares to ask and resigns himself when he receives no answer. “I don't want you to make fun of me with what I'm going to ask.”

“If you come looking for a seat, I´m afraid that we already have a world champion who is more than capable of continuing to perform on the track.”

"I don't doubt it," he answers with the same sarcasm as me. “In fact, I came to ask him if there was any clause in his secretary's contract that prohibited her from dating people from other teams.”

“And why don't you ask me directly?”

"Because you would tell me to fuck you," he says simply.

“You're a bastard.”

“Go on a date with me and let me prove to you that I'm not.”

“Men like you think you're very smart, Fernando, and let me tell you something, you're not. Just because you're attractive and a millionaire doesn't mean we're all going to fall for you. That's not how this works.”

“Do you think I'm attractive?” he asks hopefully.

"Hey, Victoria," my boss's voice falls as he sees who is sitting in front of me. “Fernando,” exclaims with surprise, “you are very far from Enstone, aren´t you?”

“Yes, I wanted to ask something but Victoria was able to answer my question in efficiently,” he looks at me funny and I, on the other hand, want to kill him. “She's a very good secretary,” congratulates me. “If you're looking for a job, Alpine will welcome you with open arms and... well, not just Alpine,” at that last comment, he leaves where he came from.

“Did he give you problems?” Toto asks with concern.

“Nothing I couldn't handle,” I admit, and that seems to calm him down.

"I came to tell you that you can go now if you want, there's not much else to do here and I want to get home early today before Susie puts me to sleep on the couch," he pats my shoulder in goodbye and locks himself in his room again to close everything.

I put the things I had used during the day in my bag and leave the building as soon as possible. I still had almost two hours of travel time to London waiting for me for a type of snack-dinner with Ale in a place called Bake-sonalities, which, according to the Italian, is an amazing pastry shop.

I'm driving around England trying to adapt to driving on the opposite side to what I'm used to. The car is very comfortable and large and, well, obviously from Mercedes. I can't complain about the job. Everything is perfect. Yes, perfect, and I should be grateful but I can't help but wonder if all the things I'm leaving behind are worth the same as the things that await me here.

The car's small screen lights up and I know it's a call but I can't see who it's from. Damn, I have to set this up.

“Hello?”

“Victoria! What are these hours of answering the phone?” Am I an asshole or what? Obviously it was my father.

“Dad, hello... How are you?”

“Good, how am I going to be?” he questions in a bad way. “I'm interested in how you are.”

“Well, I'm going to London to have dinner with a friend.”

“I'm glad you've made a friend, Vicky!”

"Don't call me that," I murmur. “Nobody calls me that anymore.”

“Yes, but it's still your nickname here. He put it on you and it stayed on you.”

“Well, he cheated on me, is that just why everyone is going to cheat on me too?” I realize the abrupt tone I used instantly so I take it back. “I'm sorry.”

“It's ok. I know having a broken heart hurts, but that doesn't mean you can't trust again," he murmurs.

“I don't need distractions like that right now, I just want to focus on important matters, like work.”

“Matters of the heart are important too.”

"Dad..." I exclaim in a warning tone.

“I know, it's your life and it's not my concern, but it's my job to tell you that you deserve a beautiful and healthy love, not like those two attempts at relationships you had.”

"At least you didn't meet the first one," I say in a mocking tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

“And thank goodness because if I found out that an eighteen-year-old idiot was dating my fourteen-year-old daughter, I was going to send him to prison.”

"Now, don't be angry," I smile almost without realizing it when I notice how much I had missed my father.

“At least you're already in England. You already have the new beginning you wanted and you are happy, that's the important thing. You now have the new beginning you wanted.”

And I'm happy with that because, when I left, the decision was made because I finally decided to stop waiting for something to change so I stopped making such stupid decisions - like begging my ex-boyfriend to love me - and I realized that it was me who had to change.

“Victoria?” my father catches my attention. “Are you still there?”

“Here I am.”

“You already regretted having left,” he's not asking me, he's stating it, which makes me feel even worse. “Maybe your mother was right and it was a mistake” bringing my mother into the conversation makes uncontrollable anger grow inside me.

“Well yes, it is a mistake. I know it was a mistake,” I admit, “but there are certain things that you know are a mistake but you don't really know they are because the only way to really know if it's a mistake is to make it and look back and say -it was a mistake-. But, really, the biggest mistake is not... making that mistake” of repeating the word "mistake" so many times, my sentence sounded like a tongue twister but it was understood. I understood it.

“If you want to return, you know that you will always have a position here in the company.”

"I don't want a fucking position in the fucking family business," I mutter.

“I'm trying to take care of my daughter, Victoria, and I'm running out of options.”

“I don't need you to take care of me, you never did. I've always managed very well on my own so I don't need you to come here to act as father of the year. I am not your charity, and in no way am I going to allow you to lock me in the family business like you do with Manuel”

I know that my brother is a delicate subject for him because he is his child, the first-born, the loose cannon that they could save. A fucking idiot that for some reason I love, like the rest of the men in my family.

"Okay," he says, ending the talk. “Drive carefully, please?”

“Yes, don't worry,” I look at the GPS and notice that I'm 10 minutes away. “I'm almost there. Hey Dad…”

“Tell me.”

I love you.

I'm sorry.

I miss you.

I want to see you.

Come to England.

I love you from here to the moon.

I love you, dad, very much.

Please.

I'm sorry.

“We'll talk later, I've found a good place to park,” I swallow each of the words I wanted to say to him because it's not something that's common in my family. Talking about feelings has never been our strong suit.

I say goodbye to my father and end the call. The parking spot part wasn't a lie. So, after spending two hours trying to get the car into a giant place where, clearly, I wasn't going to hit anyone, I headed to the bakery, which was just a block away.

London is beautiful. If it wasn't so far from the Mercedes base I would live here or in Edinburgh. It can't be, I'm dying to visit Edinburgh.

The bakery's bell jingles as I enter the blue-framed glass door, catching the attention of Alessia and the brunette girl behind the counter. The aroma of the environment gives me a feeling of warmth and home. I don't know what that smell is but I definitely want one of those.

“Victoria!” Alessia greets, meeting me halfway to give me a big hug, which I reciprocate somewhat surprised. “I hope the trip hasn't been long for you.”

“Quite the opposite, it went away in a flash. Ale, do you know what smells so good?”

“Let's ask Evie,” she offers me. We stop in front of the counter to wait for the brunette, whose name seems to be Evie, and I take the opportunity to observe the place carefully.

It is not very big, but not too small either; It seems to be the clearest example that customers receive personalized attention because it should not be a coincidence that each one has a cake that seems to represent them so well at first glance, not to mention their faces of pleasure when trying the desserts.

"Here I am, I'm sorry," comments the one who would swear that she is the owner of the place, well, she is alone here. The brunette looks at me with a smile so I decide to introduce myself.

“I'm Victoria, my pleasure.”

“And I'm Evie, the pleasure is mine," she exclaims kindly. "Ale told me that you work in Formula 1. My boyfriend too," she says with a smile.

“I'm actually Toto's assistant,” Evie's kindness and energy made me forget about the whole talk with my father a moment ago. “I'm sorry to ask this way but I feel that if I don't I won't stay calm,” my friend, who is still by my side, laughs when she hears me say that. “What smells so good?”

“I just finished the Black Forest cake, that could be a guess. Now that I think about it, it looks perfect on you.”

“The cake?”

"No way, Evie, it's true," Ale agrees.

“I will trust your opinions then and Black Forest will be.”

“Noted. Ale, the usual?”

“You know so.”

“Then a portion of the Black Forest and an individual tower of profiteroles for you.”

Once we have our orders, we sit at one of the tables near the window to have a view of the beautiful London streets.

"Try it, I want to see your face when you try Evie's pastry," the Italian asks. I look at her with a smile before cutting a piece with a fork and putting it in my mouth. Suddenly, I feel like I'm in that scene from Ratatouille where the flavors explode in Remy's mouth. The dark chocolate mixed with the creamy cherries made me close my eyes and taste as if I had tasted a sweet for the first time. "Welcome to Bake-sonalities," Ale mocks when she sees my face of pleasure.

“It's the most delicious thing I've had in a long time. This is better than having an orgasm.”

“Victoria!” exclaims Ale, laughing at my comment. "Now, stop having an orgasm while eating and tell me about your day," she asks.

“Quite strange, really. An engineer, well, the chief engineer of the company offered me to go on a date.”

“Wow, and what did you say?”

“No, obviously. And then something even stranger happened. Your little friend's friend... the Spanish one,” I remind her.

"Fernando," she guesses, drinking from his cup. “What has happened to him?”

“He went to the office and flirted with me as if we were in high school. It 's ridiculous.”

“Wait, wait... What?”

“I swear. He went to the office, made a fuss at the front desk, and then went to my desk to see if I had a clause in my contract that would allow me to date people from other teams. He's an idiot who thinks that by being attractive he'll get whatever he wants.”

“That doesn't even count as flirting anymore, it was wild... Wait, did you say attractive?”

“I have eyes, Ale. I can admit that a man is attractive and that doesn't make me want to fuck him.”

“Yeah, you're right,” silence arose between us until the Italian woman seemed to fall into what I said. “Also, did he drive to Brackley to ask that? I knew about his interest in you but I didn't think it was that big of a deal.”

“His interest in me? Literally today was the second time he saw me.”

"I don't know, he's crazy," she says, laughing. “He asked Seb and I to help him win you over and mentioned some love at first sight.”

“An idiot.”

“Don't you believe in love at first sight?”

“Ale, I barely believe in love.”

“Look, this is the only attempt I will make to make you fall in love with him: he is a good man who helped Seb during his divorce.”

“Yes, only because he already went through one. And by the way, how are things going between you and Seb?”

“The same, I don't want to pressure him with anything but his children will come home on the weekend and I will take care of them during... you know, this whole legal issue.”

"Yeah, that's shit," I exclaim before shoving another bite of cake into my mouth. “Ale, you have to try it,” I ask her.

This is how my friend and I spent the afternoon: between desserts and coffee. Telling us paddock gossip and emptying the dessert case for Evie. As night falls, I notice that it is time to go home. It's not that I like driving so much when it's so late, however, I couldn't help but get distracted by the cookies that the owner of the bakery just took out of the oven.

"You're going to burn yourself,” Evie warns.

“Can I take some?” I asked as if I were a little girl in a candy store.

“I'll put them in a box so you don't get burned. Just tell me which ones.”

“Three with dark chocolate, three of the Red Velvet ones,” I think as I look at the options.

“And can I know when you are going to eat all those cookies?” Ale asks.

“Well, at breakfast or snack, I don't know. Something will occur to me, Rest assured that I will eat them,” I answer with conviction. “I think that's it... oh no, give me three of those little colored ones you have there.”

“Ready?” Evie mocks.

“That 's all.”

At checkout, we say goodbye to Evie and I promise to return to the bakery for more cookies and cakes sooner rather than later. Ale has me hugged by the shoulders and doesn't want to let me go.

“We're not going to see each other for a while.”

“I promise to call you, don't you dare to think I've forgotten that I have to teach you Spanish.”

“And I will teach you Italian, rest assured,” she kisses my cheek before leaving. “Keep me informed and I will do the same.

"It will be a pleasure to listen to the podcasts you record as audio," I exclaim as I walk away.

"Shut up, silly, if you don't have them, you'll miss them," she shouts.

I get to the car with an indelible smile on my face, I don't think I've had this good a time in a while and I needed it more than anything.

A friend, a coffee and stuffing ourselves with sweet things. If that's not the best plan, I don't know what could match it. My mind takes me to work and the situation with Alonso. In short, Fernando is a bastard.

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pinknightsinmymind · 1 year

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【 hell week - abby anderson 】

abby anderson x fem!reader

wc: 2.2k

based off request prompt: What do you think about them being in college and braving through finals together? Like, they've been working for hours and they collectively decide to encourage each other through it?

content: modern!au, college!au, established relationship, helping each other manage stress through finals, you and abby being caring gf's, LOTS of affection between you two, one sexual joke, abby being happy and sharing her sense of humor, lots and lots and lots of fluff, cuddling, use of pet names (babe, baby, love, etc.)

a/n: wowowow this was so cute to write ik its a little past finals week as the next semester has either begun or will be starting soon for ppl, but i hope reading about going through finals week and being domestic with abby is still heartwarming. i hope it can also be a comfort to be read again at a later time when its finals week again and you're stressed and need a moment to relax :) more than anything taking care of yourself during finals is the most important which is something i've barely learned and figured out how to do. anyways, now that i'm done lecturing, pls enjoy!!!!

“I think I’m going to drop out,” Abby announced. You snorted.

“Like hell you’d drop out,” you said back to her. You knew Abby was just being dramatic and complaining. Despite how draining the work was, you knew she loved her major and being in pre-med.

“No, I think I’m actually gonna do it this time. I’ll just scam people online for money. This medical shit just isn’t it. In fact, I think I’m gonna become the country’s most wanted con-woman.”

“What you need is a break from studying, not to drop out,” you advised. You leaned forward from across the table and closed Abby’s textbook and notes. She sighed and rubbed her temples. “You’ve been studying hard enough. Don’t push yourself.”

“You’re right.” She shuffled some of her note cards in her hands absentmindedly. “Neither of us have taken a break in a while. My brain hurts.”

“Tell me about it,” you grumbled. “Wanna get something to eat?”

“You read my mind. I think the walk would be good for me.”

“Plus, we’ve done enough studying for a while. We can study more later tonight.”

“You’re a genius, [Y/N],” she grinned. “That’s why I keep you around.” You rolled your eyes as you gathered your things together and shoved them in your backpack. Abby followed suit as the two of you prepared to leave the library. You checked your phone and saw it was around three o’clock, and you had both been there since before noon. Yeah, you both definitely needed the break.

“Tonight,” you started as you walked by Abby’s side, “we’ll study some more. I say we take a few hours to ourselves.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asked flirtily. You hit her arm.

“Not like that! I meant we should decompress for a while. Eat, watch some TV, that kind of thing.”

“Physical activities are good for decompressing,” she countered.

“Oh, I’m sure they are to you. Look at you. You go to the gym, like, six times a week,” you joked.

“Five,” she corrected.

“See!” you exclaimed. The two of you finally exited the library, the sun’s warmth and beams hitting you. The warmth was delicious, and much better than the freezing Arctic inside the library.

“I thought you liked my physique. Some say it’s Grecian.”

The laugh spilled from your lips before you could even stop yourself. “Oh, my God. You did not just say that.”

“I think I’d be a Spartan,” she mused.

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m one hundred percent serious. Sparta’s no joking matter.”

“You are so—I don’t even know what to say.”

“Charming? Hilarious? I’ve heard it all before,” she said cockily. Before you could even respond you felt her hand slither close to yours and lace your fingers together. “What do you want to eat?”

“I don’t know. What’s closest?”

“That sandwich place you like is nearby. We just gotta walk past the art building and it’s right there.”

“Deal!” you agreed. Walking through campus was always enjoyable with Abby by your side. She made the weather less dull, the day less mundane. It was these little moments with her that you enjoyed the most. Sure, it’s boring everyday life, but she made it special. Abby swung your interlocked hands through the air as she matched your stride. Yes, you may have been in the middle of exams, but at least you had Abby by your side while you endured it. You enjoyed the small journey together, taking the time to admire the beautiful landscapes before you. The university had many trees planted around campus whose lush, green branches provided bountiful amounts of shade. There were squirrels roaming around searching for food, while only a few other students wandered around. For some finals week had barely begun, while others were going through the dregs of it.

Nearly everyone had coffee in their hands while they were dressed lazily—and none of them you could blame. Finals week tired you out beyond compare, and you still had a paper to complete tonight. Abby had two more exams to prepare for, while you only had one more in a few days. You were both just trying your best to make it through the week, both vowing to help each other whenever necessary. That included monitoring each other’s sleeping schedules, making sure you both stayed on task, and making sure above all you were both taking care of your health. That was the most important one seeing as the two of you had a streak for getting so involved in your studies you often neglected your well-being. It was a slippery slope, but when you had each other to look after one another, it made things somewhat easier.

“Hey,” you said to Abby suddenly. She glanced at you, waiting for you to finish speaking. “I’ll pay for lunch today.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah. My treat.” You squeezed her hand in yours, watching as a smile spread across Abby’s face. She looked radiant whenever she smiled.

“Trying to wine and dine me?” she teased.

“You know it.”

Lunch with Abby was just as calming and therapeutic as you thought it would be. Not only did it calm your nerves, but it gave both of your brains just the break they needed. You both took your time to eat, looking to enjoy each others’ presence and the food instead of rushing. After eating, the two of you decided to head back to your shared apartment rather than go to the library again.

“Do we have to start studying right away now that we’re home?” you asked her. Abby glanced at her watch. It was barely five, but she didn’t want you to stress yourself out more. In fact, she felt you deserved to rest more, instead.

“’Course not, babe,” she answered. “You’ve already been working hard enough. Let’s just watch something together.” Abby pulled together some blankets and set up her laptop for the two of you on your bed. Settling herself against the headboard with the blanket wrapped around her, she opened up her arms for you to join her. You quickly joined her, Abby wrapping the blanket around you as well. She pulled you close to her body, arms around you tightly, as you began to watch the show you binge watched together. Abby placed quick kisses against your cheek and forehead here and there, but still made sure to concentrate on the show before her. Despite this, you still managed to distract her and pull her into more heated kisses every now and then.

After a few episodes you asked Abby if she was ready to finish studying, and when she said yes the marathon ended. You sat at the small dinner table together, Abby turning through the pages of her textbook and making countless flashcards. You, however, pulled out your laptop and began working on your paper. It was due tomorrow at noon, so you wanted to be sure you got it done by tonight, even if it meant staying up extra late. You’d make that sacrifice if you had to. You wrote page after page, inserting your quotes, making arguments, for what felt like forever. However, you were still nowhere close to done. It was already past 10 P.M., and you had at least three to four pages left to do. After about twenty more minutes, Abby wrapped up her studying and announced she would take a shower.

“I’ll be back, love,” she said, giving you a small kiss before heading to the bathroom. You sighed as you heard the water start running. You knew it was going to be a while before you finished, but you’d have to bear it for the time being. You worked in a frenzy as the pressure of your final grade hung over your head. You just wanted to finish this assignment so the semester could finally be over. Abby finally returned from her shower after some time, rubbing the strands of her hair in her towel to dry it off.

“How’s the paper coming?” she asked. You shook your head.

“It’s coming,” you groaned.

“It’s getting pretty late. Are you almost done?”

“Hardly,” you answered. Abby came up behind you and began massaging your shoulders. It helped to calm you somewhat, her hands managing to rub the spots that ached the most.

“Want me to stay up with you?” she asked softly.

“I’d like that,” you said. Abby finished massaging your shoulders and pulled out the seat next to you.

“I’ll stay here the whole time with you, baby, but let’s make a deal.”

“What is it?” you asked. You looked away from your screen and into your girlfriend’s eyes as she spoke.

“Before I tell you, what time is this paper due?”

“Tomorrow at noon,” you answered.

“Okay, here’s what we’ll do. I’ll let you write a little bit more, but after midnight you’re gonna take a shower and go to sleep.”

“But I need to finish this,” you argued.

“Yeah, but you can’t tire yourself out, babe. You’re not pulling an all-nighter on my watch. We’ll wake up early together tomorrow and you can finish it, okay? So just do what you can tonight.”

“Fine,” you grumbled.

“So, how much you got left?” she asked.

“About two to three pages,” you answered.

“I think you should write until you only have one page left. How does that sound?”

“Doable,” you responded. You turned back to your laptop and continued where you left off. Abby leaned over and rested her head on your shoulder as you wrote. Usually you didn’t like having people watch you write, but with Abby it was different. You adored her and cherished her company. While she leaned on you, one of her hands rubbed circles onto your back absentmindedly.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking you to finish your paper in the morning,” she spoke up suddenly. “I just don’t want you to burn yourself out or stay up too late. I know how we both get when it’s finals, so I just don’t want either of us to make the same mistakes again, you know?”

“It’s okay, Abs. I don’t mind,” you reassured her. “To be honest, I kind of like it. It makes me feel cared for.”

“You’re very cared for,” she said, pecking your cheek. Finally, after about twenty more minutes of writing, you finally reached a stoppining point that wouldn’t be too hard to continue the following morning.

“Done!” you exclaimed. Abby smiled at you and shut your laptop for you.

“Good. Now do what you need to do. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“You better not fall asleep,” you warned. You pecked her lips as you rose from the table to go take your shower. The warm water was calming as it soothed your joints and cleansed your body. Once you finished your shower and nightly routine, you found Abby waiting in bed for you. She had the blanket covering her legs as she read one of her books quietly. You crawled into bed carefully beside her and curled up into her side.

“Ready for bed?” Abby asked. She closed her book and placed it on her nightstand.

“Yeah,” you answered. Without another word Abby turned her lamp off and pulled you into her.

“Good night,” she whispered into your neck.

“Good night,” you said back to her. It wasn’t long before the two of you dozed off.

+ + +

“Hey,” she whispered. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” You groaned as you wiped your eyes and they adjusted to the bright lights. She must have had the kitchen lights on and the blinds open like always since she was the morning person in the relationship. You could smell fresh coffee and feel Abby’s arms around your body. Her hand stroked your cheek as she whispered to you softly. “Come on. I’ve got your morning coffee ready. Just how you like.”

“For real?” you asked. Abby laughed at your response.

“Yes, now go wash up.” You groggily dragged yourself out of bed and to the bathroom to wash up, the cold water you splashed on your face waking you up. After you finished brushing your teeth, you wandered to the kitchen where Abby sat at the table waiting for you.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Barely nine, so you have plenty of time to finish up your paper and edit,” she said. You came towards her and sat in her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck. Abby’s hands immediately found refuge around your waist as she rubbed them against the small of your back.

“You’re the best girlfriend ever,” you muttered into her shoulder.

“Well, thank you,” she said in response.

“Alright, I’m gonna finish my work,” you announced. You rose from Abby’s lap as she reluctantly pulled her hands away from your body. You pulled out your chair and grabbed the coffee mug Abby left out for you. It was exactly how you liked it, just as she said. After working for nearly an hour, you finally finished your paper and began editing it. That took close to another hour, and by then you were able to turn it in confidently. You let out a sigh of relief as you glanced at Abby beside you.

“All done?” she asked.

“All done,” you said happily. Abby leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“Happy to hear it. Wanna cuddle the rest of the day? I say we rest today since we have a couple more days till our next exams.”

“You don’t even have to ask,” you answered.

#tlou #tlou2 #tlou x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x reader #tlou abby #abby anderson

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roserobineva · 3 months

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Hi! Your page is so cute!

Would you please do a oneshot WLW of Abby and reader hanging out after a long day of patrol, they watch movies whilst a storm is outside?

I LOVE FLUFF <3

cheers big ears :3

A SILENT NIGHT IN

I hardly feel like I’m going to make it; With each step the knives dig into my soles. I’ve been out on the front for the past few days, and most of that time was spent on my feet. If I had spent any longer out there I would’ve deteriorated into a pile flesh, bones and sweat. So when the vine entrenched ferris wheel that graces the pier creeps into my view, I can’t help but feel relief wash over my sapped body. But even then, I consider whether it was worth the trek. I denied the more welcoming option of my bed, for a comforting presence. Three days since I had been dispatched to the FOB, three days without the company of my girl.

The first few weeks after the WLF took my cousin and I in, I was despondent to their fast pace of living. It was and still is a completely different world to the quaint, agrarian compound I was born in to. On top of that, we hadn’t been around such an amount of people in our lives; Seattle was a bustling city, and we were small country kids. But as I tried to keep up with the cyclic demands of my new superiors, my social life collapsed. My brain couldn’t cope with the needs of both. Abby was the one to save me from my sullen pit. I think, even if I maintained an intimidating demeanour, she could see my aptitude to isolate. She saw me. So she began partnering with me on paired patrols, inviting me to group meets, and despite my dejection I found her care and enthusiasm began to rub off on me. Eventually, I was out of my pit and we became close friends.

From then onwards, we would hardly ever spend time apart; She didn’t know it, or at least I hadn’t mentioned it, but her and my cousin are my glue. These passing days have been a test of my physical and mental strength, so you can imagine the beams of happiness that seeped through me as I see her pull open the aquarium doors.

“Hey you! You got my note?” Her face looks flushed with the same happiness that is embellishing me.

“Why else would I be here?” I spout jovially. She grins and gestures for me to enter. The decorations from Christmas are still strewn over the entrance hall; The giant model whale looks as if its wearing a glowing pearl necklace. The thought sends a ripple of joy through me.

Abby’s clement tone draws me out of my daydream, “So, how was your first weekend along the front?” She walks over to the front desk and perches on the edge, her gaze welcoming and warm.

I try to be honest.

“It was okay I think. Not easy, but not as terrible as I expected it to be. It definitely didn’t live up to your hellish stories.” I snicker.

She scoffs at my sass, “They’re not hellish! Just… honest. At least for me.”

“If you say so.” I chirp back.

We spend a moment in gentle silence, seemingly rejuvenated by each others presence. I take this quiet moment to absorb the entrance hall in its christmassy nostalgia. It feels like years ago I’d had a proper Christmas, but I doubt my ability to enjoy it now. An intake of breath shoots through the silent air, “I’ve got a surprise for you. I thought you might need a pick-me-up after all your hard work.” I see an excited glint shine across her eyes. I can tell she’s been waiting for me to arrive. I endorse her, “What? Really? What is it?” I struggle to contain my unceasing bundle of questions, her happiness is completely contagious.

“Follow me, it’s upstairs.” She places a guiding hand on the base of my back and softly pushes me in and toward the stairs. Her touch sends laps of tenderness across my skin. We enter the upstairs room, also still adorned with festivities and twinkling lights. A wonky, wilted Christmas tree with a haphazard array of baubles and tinsel is tucked away in the corner, waiting to be cloistered into its cupboard. A gentle scatter of snow dances in the evening blue. My eyes dance with them.

In my periphery I see Abby leaned against what looks like a large black box rested on top of a dusty cabinet. She’s doing a shit job of hiding it because it is immediately apparent as to what the surprise is.

“Oh my god. Abby you’re kidding me! Where did you find this?” I gush. Unable to form any coherent sentence, I run my hand over it’s dusty black casing of the TV in awe. I am unintentionally drawn back into my childhood, the memory of Sunday movie nights momentarily thawing my heart.

“It’s been here a while, Owen and I found it shoved in one of the cupboards so we thought we’d try and fix it up.” I fail to muster anything other than a radiant beam.

“Well… do you want to watch something?” She queries hopefully.

Before I can answer, reality crushes me. My next rotation is in less than 6 hours, despite only being back from the front for 4. I’ll be lucky to get a wink of sleep.

“Abby, I’d love to but I can’t-” Despite my harsh truth, her face is still riddled with roguery. My brow furrows in confusion, her mischievous appeal stopping me in my tracks.

“What did you do?” I question amusedly. She rubs the back of her neck, “I might have marked you and I a day off tomorrow,” she remarks sarcastically. She’s so pleased with herself. I see right through her.

Time slipped out of our grasps, and soon the evening had drifted across the milky sky, the only light emitting from the amalgamation of lamps and dim flashes from the TV. Tucked away under Abby’s arm, like an endearing dog, my eyelids grow heavy and enervated. Cosily I glance upwards, catching an obscured glimpse of her drowsy expression. I nudge into her side, breathing in her musk. She smells like home.

“Abby?” I muster through a wall of lassitude. She huffs out a mhm with breathy inflections. I take a moment, unsure whether she’s conscious enough to register my words. “I love you.” I muster. A small yet comforting laugh reverberates through her core, “Yeah, I know. I love you too.” Her words send a pang through my chest, one of guilt and pleasure. She’s so much like her. This grief passes over me swiftly as the rise and fall of her chest gently rocks me into a dreamless state. The storm had picked up since I arrived, and a howling bluster rattles the decrepit foundation of our aquarium. Natures harsh tune ushers me to sleep, the best sleep I’ve had in months, in the arms of the person I love most. In this moment, I’m the happiest I’ve been in years.

#tlou #tlou 2 #the last of us #sapphic #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson fanfic #the last of us fanfiction #fanfic #fem reader #wlw #fluff #abby anderson fluff #ongoing

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thewulf · 11 months

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Interesting || Joel Miller

Summary: I’m craving some more Joel Miller angst to fluff. Hurt/Comfort even? And some Ellie! I haven’t seen much Ellie in your work so maybe her to? Up to you. Timeline set closer to the second game/season... Read Rest Here

A/N: Well... I started playing the second TLOU game and I got to that Abby scene and I'm... a mess. I don't think I can watch the second season of TLOU lmaooo byeee... ANYWAY please enjoy. Heads up - my summer classes are staring up so I'll be slowing way down on my posting for the next 8 weeks. Love you guys!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Y/N

Word Count: 6.5k+

It was cold. So fucking cold. You didn’t have your heavy jacket on you when you had to flee. Running for days. Days turned to nights turned back to days. You had to keep running. Every time you stopped they caught up to you. Hunted. That’s what was going on now. How sick. What a fun world. Hunted for fun at this point.

You kept going until your feet couldn’t physically move anymore. This was it. Hopefully the cold or the hunger took you before they found you. The same group of men who murdered your partner and his girlfriend so easily. Your partner and your good friend not thirty feet from you. Killed as if they weren’t anything. No mercy. Shot right in the chest five time each. You’d been out to use the restroom when they were ambushed. You were saved by mere minutes and a decision.

You’d wanted to scream. The people you’d been traveling the country with after escaping the Austin QZ years prior had been killed so senselessly. They weren’t infected. They weren’t a bother. They weren’t even hunting the area. They were killed for sport. For fun. No use. It’d been nearly twenty years since outbreak days and the horrors that humans committed still never sat right with you. It was so pointless. So senseless. It hurt knowing people were just cruel to be cruel.

It was life or death now. You were standing thirty feet from them and miraculously hadn’t spotted you yet. You took off without another thought. You didn’t have the right boots. You didn’t have the right coat. But this was your only chance. It was either that or get gunned down. As hellish as the world was you had some fucking sick desire to keep living in it. Good old human instinct. Fight to the very end.

You ran until you couldn’t anymore. Until you needed to rest. Finding a tree, you slid down to base of it using the trunk as a pillow. Sleep never came easy before but now? Now it seemed impossible when you were actively being hunted. But you needed it. You had to. So, you tried. Tried your best to get some sleep.

You felt it before you saw it. Fuck. Maybe you slept longer than you thought you would? How had they caught up to you already? You felt the barrel of some sort of rifle pressed to your temple like you’d felt so many times before. Would this finally be the time a bullet would actually be fired? Your end met?

You were able to turn getting quick look at whomever it was. To your utter surprise it was a girl. A small girl. Not a raider. Maybe just maybe you could talk your way out of this one.

“Who the fuck are you?” She tried to sound intimidating. You knew because you did the exact same. The both of you had to be brash. Aggressive. It was life or death outside the walls of a QZ.

You closed your eyes calculating what the hell to do. Tell her the truth? Lie straight to her face? Try and divert the conversation?

“Where am I?” You asked hearing your voice for the first time in days. It almost sounded foreign to you now.

She scoffed rolling her eyes pushing the gun further into your head, “I asked who the fuck you were.” You closed your eyes slowly feeling he cool metal pushing into the side of your head. She wasn’t going to do it. She didn’t want to do it.

“Y/N. You need to go.” You shivered feeling the effects of the melted snow crawling its way up your jeans. You didn’t have your sleeping bag to shield you between the ground and your clothes.

The barrel of the gun dropped slightly so it wasn’t contacting your head. She must’ve seen the fear in your eyes, “Why would I do that?” She still had the gun pointed at you. You wiggled your legs hoping you’d regain the feeling. You sighed knowing you still wouldn’t make it that far on foot. You were truly gassed.

“I’m being hunted. They’re bound to be here soon kid.” You didn’t feel like elaborating as you closed your eyes leaning your head back on the tree. How had it come to this? How did he die before you? He was the more careful one. He was the more calculated one. He was the one that deserved to live. Not you.

She frowned dropping the gun completely now, “What?”

Eyes opening slightly, you noticed her more relaxed stance, “Some raiders,” You sighed recalling what you’d been through in the last three days. Horror. Definitely your worst three days since outbreak day, “They killed my partner and his girlfriend. I’ve been running from them for a few days. I don’t really know anymore. Every time I think I’ve lost them they catch right back up.” You felt the tears coming on. You’d thought you’d already cried them out over the last three days but apparently not. You would have never of dreamed of crying in front of a stranger like this before. But what’d you have to lose at this point? You’d accepted your death. Who really cared if you cried in front of her. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered anymore.

She groaned suddenly very conflicted, “Fuck.” She threw her rifle over her shoulder, “Stay here.” You nodded seeing her jump on her horse and trot off calling for somebody named Joel.

You smiled knowing it was likely nearing the end for you. She didn’t have the guts to kill you. Not that you blamed her, you wouldn’t either. But you understood the world you now lived in. She had to go get this Joel person to do it. It was fine. You just hoped they would make it quick. Have some mercy on you. The raiders wouldn’t. They would take their time with you since you ran. Maybe it wasn’t the worst option.

You closed your eyes hoping maybe the darkness would take over again. But your wishes didn’t come true when you heard the girl’s voice shout, “Over here.” A much deeper than hers responded with a grunt. Must’ve been the Joel she was calling for.

“Ellie, this is a bad idea. Let’s head back.” You had to agree with him. This was a very bad idea. You tried moving your legs again, but you were left with literally nothing. You knew you weren’t paralyzed because you could feel them. They just didn’t have enough energy to move.

You just knew she was rolling her eyes. She seemed like the type, “Shut up. She’s right over here.” You heard her voice get much closer, “Found ya!” She grinned jumping down from her horse, “Over here old man!” She shouted a little too loudly for your comfort. What if the raiders were close?

“You did.” The smile that crossed your lips was rare. But you knew these would be your last moments anyway. Why not smile? Why not show that human emotion that always wanted to come out but had been refused for decades at this point.

“I brought you these. Well, actually Joel did. But he didn’t need them. You do. So here you go.” She handed you a pile of beef jerky and a bottle of what you assumed to be water.

You took them quickly before looking at her curiously, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Eat up.” She nodded watching you expectedly. You didn’t want to question her, but you had to wonder what the hell she was up to? Maybe they weren’t going to shoot you right then and there.

You shook your head in disbelief. You hadn’t a clue that Joel had been and continued to watch the interaction between the two women before him. Your smile was something like he hadn’t seen in years. It struck a small feeling in his heart as he watched your soft expression study Ellie. He didn’t like that he was thinking these thoughts about you. Last time he let that happen his heart was shattered in an instant when she was bitten. It’s a cruel fucking world he wished he didn’t have to participate in. He’d only looked at you for thirty god damned seconds and you had him questioning everything. What in the hell was wrong with him?

“Why?” You were too curious for you own good.

She shrugged, “Why not?”

You laughed in retort, “I can think of about a million reasons…” Joel smiled enjoying your truthfullness. He knew how sharp you had to be to survive with a partner out in the open let alone by yourself. He didn’t want to be impressed but with each word you spoke he grew a tad more curious.

Ellie stopped you by shaking her head quickly, “Just eat. Are you really arguing about the food right now?” She raised an eyebrow sitting down next to you.

You nodded, “Fair.” Taking a big bite of the jerky not really giving a damn what you looked like. This was everything you needed and more.

“Joel, you can come out now.” Ellie rolled her eyes. You felt a strange solace sitting by the girl. A comfort you rarely felt towards anybody let alone a complete stranger. She was so warm towards you. Unafraid of what you could be capable of. A pure heart.

You watched as the older man slowly approached watching the both of you cautiously. You smiled softly observing his careful nature. You took him in for a moment too long. Eyes making contact on accident you looked away quickly. Making sure to thank Ellie for the food. You knew you wouldn’t make it anywhere without it. Whether she’d admit it or not she literally did save your life.

Even you had to admit he was rather handsome. You’d have guessed he was fifteen or so years older than you. It didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate what was right in front of you though. I mean come on. He was tall, muscular, gruff, and handsome. So, fucking handsome. It’d been a long time since you’d been able to appreciate a man’s attractiveness, but here you were. Appreciating him. How could you not? The man was everything you could’ve dreamed up.

“Sorry for him. He’s like this normally. Grumpy old dude.” She smiled seeing you devour the second strip. Whether you wanted to admit it or not you were starving, and the jerky strips were delicious.

“You infected?” He asked taking a small, cautious step forward.

You shook your head quickly, “No, I promise I’m not.” You put your hands up when his gun made aim for you. Oddly, you didn’t feel threatened by it. You knew he was doing it for their protection. Again, nothing you wouldn’t do. “Are you alone?” He looked around skeptically as if he didn’t believe your story. Like you’d planned an ambush or something. You didn’t blame him. You’d operated the same way until they got killed. You could never be too careful. You had to laugh to yourself, in a different world the two of you would’ve made amazing partners. You’d agreed with his and her tactics along each step in the overly cautious first meeting.

You nodded your head, “Technically yes. But I am being tracked. Hunted if you will.” You didn’t want to lie to him either. You watched as his hardened face took in your words and softened ever so slightly as he truly registered your words. Hunted. Who would hunt you?

You didn’t give him much time to respond as you went through the same story you told Ellie an hour prior. How the only people you’d loved for so long had been killed so mercilessly. While you were alone you weren’t alone out here. He understood taking a second looking at Ellie before turning back to you.

“Come on.” He sighed pointing at Ellie, “You’re explanin’ this to Tommy and Maria.” He grumbled before hopping on his horse trotting away without waiting on the two of you.

Ellie’s grin instantly brought joy right to you. She wasn’t like anyone you’d met before. Pre or post outbreak. She stood giving you her hand, “Can you stand?”

You nodded knowing you were going to have to find your way onto the horse, “Yeah.” You took her hand letting her pull you up, “Thanks.” You mumbled finding your footing. Using your arm, you leaned on the tree while you let the blood rush through your legs again. Already feeling lightheaded from the exertion, you didn’t know how far you’d actually make it.

“Sure, think you can make it up on Shimmer?” She pointed to the brown horse with a white diamond on its forehead. It was the simple things like naming horses that felt so domestic it almost hurt you. You craved for the world that little 14-year-old you grew up in a lifetime ago. Where you could go horseback riding or apple picking without a care in the world.

You were 16 going on 17 when the world went to hell right before your very eyes. You’d been a lucky one already living in Austin when it was walled off and sealed from the outside world. You’d spent ten years living and working low wage jobs and living in shitty apartment with your brother before he was killed in a random shooting down in the streets not far from where you lived. You’d already lost your mom on outbreak day and your father not long after that.

Then you met him. Joseph. Joey. Your partner. You’d started with small runs just for extra cash, so you didn’t have to work those shitty jobs endlessly. Then he’d convinced you to go on the run with him. It only took him a few months then you’d agreed. You’d met Sasha on the way. His girl. She was quick and smart. You’d become fast friends and the three of you became a trio. For ten years you’d lived as such. You’d never found anyone. It was alright with you. You were just trying to survive. You were ready to live that way for the rest of your life. Overly content with your best friends.

That was until they were murdered.

“I can try.” You walked over slowly, carefully. Thankful for the food you’d eaten only moments prior given you a little strength. You’d managed to find the stirrup and hoist yourself up. Ellie noticed you struggling to throw your leg over, so she helped. Using he shoulder she pushed a leg up and over the smaller horse. You sighed feeling horrifically weak. Thank God you’d managed to be found by two people who weren’t going to hurt you.

“Thanks again, Ellie.” You mumbled grabbing onto her once she hopped in front of you to guide the horse back to wherever the hell they came from.

She kept her eyes forward as she had Shimmer move forward trying to catch up to Joel. She was still on patrol after all, “Yeah, no problem. You owe me though.” She grinned knowing you were kind enough not to argue back.

“Yeah, I mean I do. Saved my ass.” You leaned your head on her back as the horse trotted along. You didn’t want to, but you were exhausted. It was taking everything in you not to pass out right then and there. So, laying on her was your only option to saving the energy needed to stay awake.

You must’ve nodded in and out of consciousness as she shouted at you abruptly, “Y/N!”

“Yeah?” Your eyes opened in surprised. The gentle rhythm of the horses steps stopped so suddenly.

“You’ve gotta stay awake.” She sounded more annoyed than worried. You appreciated her for that. You had to admit you’d be acting the same way.

“I’m trying.” You hummed knowing you weren’t going to make it, “But I feel so heavy.” Your knew your words were slurring as you tried holding onto her tighter. You heard her call for Joel before you slumped into her further succumbing to the darkness in front of you.

You woke under the most comfortable set of covers in what looked to be a home in the woods. Turning in the bed you saw the fireplace was blazing lowly keeping the room cozy compared to the freezing outdoors that had nearly killed you. The memories of the last few hours came rushing back. Looking around you didn’t see anybody in the room with you. Where in the hell were you anyway?

When you stood you noticed the IV hooked up to your arm. That was probably why you were feeling so much fucking better. It was light out. Probably mid-day. That meant you were either out for almost a day since Ellie and Joel found you last night. You rolled the cart with you as you made your way to the bedroom door. You probably should’ve been more freaked out, but you still felt oddly calm about the whole situation. You’d already accepted your death, and this was somehow turning out to be the best-case scenario.

Opening the door, you braced for the worst thankful to be met by a mostly empty living room. The whole thing felt oddly familiar. Like your own family home so long-ago pre-outbreak. You tried walking out only to be stopped by the IV stand getting blocked in the doorway, “Shit.” You groaned knowing you had just inadvertently pulled out your IV and were probably profusely bleeding.

You quickly grasped your forearm with your free hand hoping to stop some of the blood flow.

“Oh! You’re up.” Ellie’s cheerful voice rang from behind you. Spinning around her face dropped once she saw the blood dripping from your arm, “Shit, Maria!” She called loudly for the woman. She just wasn’t good with this kind of stuff. She knew what she was good at and it certainly wasn’t care taking.

“Yes, Ellie?” The woman named Maria came running out of what you presumed to be the kitchen.

Ellie just pointed at you and your arm. Maria’s eyes followed. She didn’t say much before springing into action. She pulled you into the bathroom not far from your room.

“Sorry.” You spoke softly as she worked to close the IV line in your arm.

She shook her head, “It’s okay. Are you alright?” She did a once over of your appearance, much more pleased with your normal color rather than the ghostly pale one you came in with.

“I am. Much better. Thank you. For that. All of this.” You weren’t much for words. Joey never was. Sasha got you talking more often but even she tired of your shorter answers. Ever since your brother passed you hadn’t had much to speak into the world. A part of you died with him all those years ago.

She nodded slowly. Eyes right on the spot of the bleeding. She cleaned it up before wrapping it. Ellie stood in the doorway watching the whole thing. As much as she didn’t want to know she needed to know. She had to know these kinds of things. Maria wouldn’t always be around to do it for her.

“Sure thing.”

“Where am I?” You had to ask again. Ellie never gave you an answer when you asked the day prior. This was all so incredible to you. The bathroom lights worked. There was hot water coming out of the sink. The house smelled good and was well maintained. People lived here.

She stood up watching you admire the space before you. She knew how amazing it was. Especially when you hadn’t seen anything like it in years. Sure, the QZ had power, but it was spotty at best. It certainly didn’t have heat or air-conditioning. That was a luxury few had.

“Jackson, Wyoming.” She answered your question, “A small commune. We’ve been here for almost ten years now.

“Wow.” You walked out of the bathroom after Ellie moved looking around you. Ellie forgot how incredible it all really was. It was easy to get complacent, “This is amazing. I’ve never run into a place like this.”

She smiled, “Few and far in between. We stay quiet. For good reason.”

You nodded, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I’ll get out of your hair soon. Thank you for everything.”

She gave you a quizzical look, “Where are you going?” Ellie watched in almost amusement. Where did you think you were going?

You shrugged, “Not sure, I guess.” You didn’t have a plan, but it wasn’t staying here. You didn’t think you were wanted.

Maria laughed. Straight belly laughed in your face. Ellie joined in when she didn’t stop. You smiled feeling the contagion hit. You couldn’t even help the small laughs that left your lips. What another foreign fucking feeling. You hadn’t laughed in literal years. Joey wasn’t one for the giggles and Sasha always respected that. That was a piece of you that you thought died with your brother.

“You’re tough. That’s for sure. But you wouldn’t make it far. You’ll stay.” She said so matter of factly you weren’t even sure if you were going to question her. Like it was so unquestionable.

“Really?” You weren’t sure why you kept pressing your luck, but you did.

She nodded, “You’re young, able bodied and will be completely healed up here soon. We’d love to have you here.”

You looked out the front door in awe of the rows of homes that lined the street. You assumed you were in some sort of neighborhood. You watched as a pair of children raced down the street on bicycles screaming and laughing as the snow slush spit out behind them. You smiled as a neighbor tried to get their dog to come inside but clearly wasn’t having it. Everything looked and felt so oddly normal. Like you were taken and placed back in time from so long ago.

“Half a mile north is the town square. Joel and Ellie live a few houses down that way. We’ll put you up in a home across the street from them. Tommy and Joel just finished it up.” She pointed as she spoke.

You kept looking at her like it was all a big dream. Maybe the raiders really did get you. How were you to be the one to get so lucky? It just didn’t seem right.

You nodded afraid your voice would crack.

“Ellie, why don’t you show her the house? There’s a coat by the door for you. Ellie and I picked some clothes out for you while you were asleep and left them in the house.”

“Thank you. For all of this. I can’t even begin to thank you for everything.” Speaking quietly, you found it hard to look them in the eye. This wasn’t common. People being kind for the good of it. Because they didn’t want to kill.

She gave Maria a curt nod before putting her coat and shoes coaxing you along, “Come on Y/N.” You followed her out of Maria’s home after putting on the new boots she had gotten you. Again, you thanked her profusely still not used to the kindness. You were ready to do whatever the town needed now. Need a hunter? You’d learn. Patrol? You had a good shot. Gardner? That’s what you were good at.

You were used to walking quietly. Sasha would often fill the void with her chatter. You and Joey would occasionally chime in. Sometimes Sasha would find a topic that got you interested in for more than five minutes. Those times were rare though. You were merely surviving in this world. You weren’t here to thrive.

Ellie was apparently not used to walking in silence. She started bombarding you with questions the second you left the warmth of Maria’s home. The cold hit you like a ton of bricks. It amazed you how you were able to survive it in the open for as long as you did.

“Where are you from?” She asked once you got your bearings about you.

You smiled remembering that old life. The one that seemed so fucking simple compared to this, “Texas.”

“Just like Joel!”

A small smile crept over your lips. The two of you seemed to have so much in common the more you learned about him, “Oh yeah?”

She nodded smiling, “Yeah!”

“What about you? Where are you from Ellie?”

She shrugged, “Grew up in Boston.”

You had to laugh, “We’re far from home.”

She joined in, “Do we really have a home anymore?”

Looking down at her you didn’t try to hide the frown, “I’m afraid not. Especially now that I have no one. Again.” You felt defeated. Each time you started to build a life it was suddenly ripped right from your grasp. First your brother, then Joey and Sasha.

Her soft smile felt sincere as you nodded contemplating what to tell her. Again, what did you have to lose? Might as well tell her everything. So, everything you did. The two of you walked slow as you told her all about your brother. How he was killed. How you found a new person in Joey. How the rest turned to history.

She was fascinated by your story. She thought that she had been on an adventure but couldn’t fathom what you’d been through by being outside a QZ for nearly ten years. She hadn’t heard about many people like you. Probably because there weren’t many people like you. It was too brutal. Too risky. One slip up and it’s over. Joey and Sasha were proof of that. You should’ve been but you were lucky. So fucking lucky.

You were nothing short of amazed when you walked into the home, and it already seemed cozier than Maria’s. Everything was stocked with anything you could need. The kitchen cabinets were loaded, the clothes were piled high on the bed on the main floor.

You’d invited her to stay to keep talking. For whatever reason Ellie was able to pull it out of you. You wanted to talk to her. Ask her questions. She was so real in this fucked up world. Too often the people you came by tried to sugar coat the situation. She was refreshing. A rarity.

You were sure you would’ve kept going had Joel not walked right through the front door. Only freezing when Ellie let out a, “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

He turned giving her a stunned expression, “Me? What are you doing in here?” He’d known her for years now, but he never tired of her personality. He adored it. Adored the kid growing far too fast for his liking.

Ellie, again, pointed right at you making Joel’s eyes lock with yours. You gave him a soft grin, waving slowly feeling a tad uncomfortable by the attention. Joel relaxed immediately.

“You’re up? Already?” He so desperately wanted to walk forward and give you a once over. The strange desire to protect you hadn’t gone away. But he knew better. You can’t get attached in this world. Never ever. He’d already let Ellie in on his small circle. He couldn’t let it get too big. That’s when bad things started happening.

“I am.” You nodded. A woman of few words. What were you supposed to say? It’s not like he gave

“You look a lot better.” He commented before turning to Ellie again. He’d sit there and stare at you all day if it wasn’t so god damn creepy.

“I feel it too. Thank you.” You kept it short this time. Thanking him not only for the comment but for agreeing to help you in the woods.

He nodded feeling a small heat creep up his neck. He needed to snap the hell out of it and quick. He couldn’t be having physical reactions to such innocent comments. It seemed as if you were trying to kill him already and you didn’t even fucking know it. He was a goner, and he knew it. His only chance was to avoid you. But he had a feeling that’d be damn near impossible with you living right across the street and Ellies uncanny ability to make friends with almost anybody she wanted… he was toast.

Ellie noticed. Course she noticed. She loved picking on her surrogate father. A dude who’d never claimed to be but always took on the role. People problems? She ran to Joel. Gun issues? She called for Joel’s help. Issues with schoolwork? She used Joels contractor brain to solve her issues. It was her role as his self-proclaimed adopted daughter to make his life a living hell. A fun living hell.

“Y/N! Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight?” Ellie grinned giving Joel the side eye, “Joel’s making burgers and they’re so good.”

Joel’s eyes went wide as he glared at the girl. She had a knack for picking up on things far too quickly for his liking.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.” You spoke. It already felt like you were a burden on Joel. Hell, he wouldn’t even turn to look at you.

Joel turned back almost accepting defeat so soon, “It’s fine. It’s no imposition.” Short and to the point.

“Alright. I’ll come over.” You smiled sweetly at Joel hoping he’d know it was a thank you. You didn’t know how rare the smile Joel flashed you was. When he turned back to Ellie he was scowling once again. She hadn’t a clue he’d flashed you one too.

“Six work?” He asked.

You nodded, “Six works.”

“Okay.” He turned to leave before Ellie stood to stop him.

“Weren’t you here for something?”

He pointed at her, “The sink. Need to hook up the washer. Last thing.” He nodded at you as he disappeared off into the kitchen leaving the two of you once again. You continued talking until he left. Ellie got up to follow him over letting you get settled before tonight.

“He likes snickerdoodle cookies by the way.”

You had to laugh shaking your head, “Of course. Every Texan’s favorite cookie.”

She nodded her head excitedly, “So you know how to make them?”

“By heart. I’d never forget.”

She clapped her hands together. You were clueless as hell to her devious plan. Operation get Joel together with Y/N. Joel never showed interest in a single soul. So, the second he did Ellie was going to pounce on it. That was her promise, “Perfect. See you tonight with those snickerdoodles!” She waved before shutting your door. It still amazed you this was now your life. A little safe haven in the middle of no where Wyoming. What could go wrong?

You’d rapid fire knocked on their front door. It was so fucking freezing out here. How you didn’t freeze to death was a mystery.

Ellie flung the door open not too long after, “You look pretty.” She commented after taking your coat from you.

Smiling you nodded, “Showers help quite a bit.”

She shook her head, “No, I think your just a pretty person.

“Ellie!” Joel called through a door, “Would you stop?” That’s when Joels eyes caught yours. He was a bit taken aback. Ellie was right. You weren’t just pretty. You were drop dead fucking gorgeous. Who in the hell were you?

Your soft smile turned to one much larger, “It’s sweet. Thank you Ellie.” Ruffling her hair, you walked over to him. He wanted desperately to back away into the kitchen. You were all consuming. Too much for him to handle. But he also didn’t want to see you frown or get upset by his actions.

Handing him a small plate of cookies you grinned looking up at him, “For you. As a thank you. A little birdie told me you liked snickerdoodle’s.”

He laughed taking them from your grasp as gently as he could, “You didn’t have to.”

“I know. I wanted to. You’ve all been so kind. It’s a small thank you.”

He took them gratefully meeting your eyes again, “Come on in, burgers are almost done. I’m sure Ellie wants to show you around.”

She nodded, “Those cookies… are for me to? As a thank you?”

You laughed a good true laugh. One that was so absent from your life for so long, “Of course Ellie. I’ll even make some more if you ask.”

She immediately went to hug you tightly, “Thank you! Now come on, I wanna show you my room.” She grabbed your hand dragging you along without much reluctance.

Joel watched the innocent interaction with love in his eyes. It was easy for Ellie to make friends, but it wasn’t easy for her to actually like them. Ellie didn’t like many people. Joel most days. Maria sometimes. Tommy almost never. Dina all the time. She seemed to genuinely like you. He hadn’t seen Ellie so eager to help with such a spark in her eye. Like she found a sister. Somebody with a common bond.

Maybe it could work with you. You seemed sweet. He knew you were more than capable. Who in the hell just lives outside the QZ? You were mad and he kind of loved it. He’d known you for what? All of an hour and here he was planning stuff with you in mind? He was mad and he didn’t know if he loved it or not.

Joel was setting out the onion and tomato Ellie pulled from the garden earlier out when the two of you walked into the kitchen.

“So, who was your favorite singer before the outbreak happened?” Ellie asked ignoring Joel’s curious glance up from the kitchen.

You laughed remembering those days spent gossiping in the hallways of your high school. What you’d give to go live a day like that again, “Not a person, a band. NSYNC. God, they were everything to me. Sixteen and had dreams of marrying JC one day.” You hummed remembering the posters that lined your bedroom wall.

Ellie grinned ear to ear hearing that response, “Guess what I have on the CD player?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Shut the hell up. Don’t tell me you have an NSYNC album?” You beamed with excitement. Oh, how long it’d been since you’d heard that band sing. You’d occasionally hear music hear and there. Nothing consistent though.

“I do! After dinner we can listen.” Ellie looked proud of herself Joel noticed. You looked like a little kid in a candy store eating that information up.

“That was Sarah’s favorite band too. That or what’s the other one? The Back Boys?” Joel joined in setting the burgers down at the table. He’d taken a seat next to you and not Ellie at the four-person table.

“The Backstreet Boys.” You laughed appreciating that he somewhat remembered, “I liked them. But preferred NSYNC. Who’s Sarah?” You never knew when things would get awkward, but you felt the air shift in the room.

“My daughter.” Joel answered forgetting you weren’t already part of the family. How quickly you seemed to mold in.

You nodded deciding not to press further, “She has wonderful taste.”

“Had.” He sighed knowing you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon. What would be the use in hiding it or lying about it? The truth always came out. It could never hide, “She was shot on outbreak day.”

You nodded in understanding. You’d lost as much as he had at the same time, “I’m sorry. It never gets easier does it?”

He shook his head, “Never. Who’d you lose?” He didn’t care for pleasantries and what was proper. He wanted to get to know you the real you. You prepared your burger as you thought of your answer. Taking your time letting Joel know you needed it.

“My mom on outbreak day. My dad a few days later. Shot by FEDRA. My brother ten years after that. Killed in a Firefly incident.” You leaned back in your chair observing his reaction while he studied yours.

He nodded silently while fixing his plate.

“Was life fun?” Ellie asked, “Before?”

You laughed taking a long swig of the iced tea Joel had poured for you, “My life was. It was amazing. It wasn’t perfect but it was everything.”

Joel nodded in agreement, “It surely wasn’t perfect. There was stress. But it was different.”

You smiled, “I prefer that stress. Can I afford my gas this week? Rather than am I dying today?”

It got a chuckle out of both of them as Joel nodded agreeing with you, “Much preferred to this.”

Before anybody could respond the landline rang. It was a sound so unfamiliar it had you jumping out of your seat, “Is that a telephone?”

Joel nodding with a slick smirk on his face, “They have everything here.”

Ellie shot up from her seat, “That might be Dina! I told her to call after her patrol. Do you mind?” She gave Joel the cheesiest grin. He simply waved her off which was his signal to let her know it was fine, she could go.

You watched him watch her. It was clear he loved her dearly. Maybe even as much as a daughter. You hadn’t met many men like him, but you knew he was special. Just like Ellie was. You’d needed this so bad. So, fucking desperately. Just when you didn’t think you could go on it’s like the universe gave you a new purpose. One to simply exist and learn now. Grow and feel safe again. Like the challenge had been conquered and you were being given your reward. You just needed to take it. He was sitting right there watching you now, lost in thought.

He didn’t turn once you caught him staring. He just smiled and continued watching. You decided to ignore him and start eating. Too enticed by the smell rather than wait on Ellie.

He grinned joining you, “You’re very interesting, Y/N.” He simply stated after taking a large bite from his burger.

“Hopefully a good interesting and not a bad one.” Your heart sped up as he acknowledged you.

“Definitely the good one.” He tipped his head as if there was a hat on his head, “We don’t get too many new commers around here. When we do they’re usually stuffy. It’s nice to have ya. A nice change.” That’d definitely been the most he had spoken to you since you got here, and it was incredibly kind. He was trying and that was simply more than you could ask for. Just as Ellie had sensed it you had too. You’d seen his apprehension die down as he got to know you just a bit more. He was beginning to feel calm in your presence. Bringing out the good in him.

“Thank you Joel.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You didn’t bother putting makeup on. Honestly, you’d forgotten how to do it. And why would you have needed it? You had forgotten how blissfully your cheeks exposed you at the drop of a hat.

“Anytime darlin’, anytime.” He didn’t know where in the hell this was going to end up, but he was starting to get more than excited for the ride he was about to take. The gleam in your eye told him he needed to buckle up or you’d buck him right on off.

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musicalchaos07 · 2 months

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🐸 WIP 🐸 Wednesday 🐸

Nancy can’t sleep. She's been tossing and turning ever since she called the Byers and Will said Jonathan was in the shower. Because Jonathan doesn't take showers at night, he doesn't like going to bed with his hair wet so he takes them in the morning before school. Admittedly, it's weird that she knows his bathing habits but she's his girlfriend damnit she's supposed to know the weird things he won't tell anyone else. Like how I Will Always Love You makes him sob, or how he’s a fan of Thumper, or how he’ll eat strawberries even though they make his tongue itch.

She also knows when he’s lying. He's really not too good at it. He has such an excessively nervous disposition. When she’s in on the lie, they can play off each other and it’s much more convincing. Or at least convincing enough to trick the government, her parents and his mom. But, when Jonathan has to carry then lie he gets all fidgety and mumbly and weird. Well, weirder than normal. It's almost painful to watch.

Nancy knows it has to do with the fucking frogs. Jonathan loves animals; she knows that. It’s one of the things she loves about him. But she really didn't think that extended to frogs. Truth be told, that's probably bias on her part. She really, really doesn't like frogs. Once, ages ago, Mike decided it'd be so funny to drop one down the back of her swimsuit. Nancy spent what was probably only two minutes but felt like an eternity shrieking and running around the Hawkins pool trying to get it out. Worst of all, Mike did it in front of Jonathan and Will. It was mortifying and slimy. Then, he spent the next month making frog noises just to freak her out.

Even thinking about it now gives her chills. Nancy sighs and pulls the covers over her head, she really doesn’t want to eviscerate a frog anymore than he does. But she's honestly not sure what to do. This particular predicament wasn't exactly covered in Seventeen magazine. She doubts that any other girl in the country has the same problem. Dear Abby, my sweetheart is a very sensitive and caring soul who can’t possibly be expected to dissect any animal really, but I have a phobia of frogs and if we fail the midterm I won’t get into my dream college. What should I do?

She groans at her ridiculous faux ask. Nancy’s not sure she’s ever wanted anything as badly as Emerson. Except for Jonathan of course. Which is exactly how she ended up with this conundrum. If Jonathan dumps her she’s suing Mr. Mahoney and Hawkins High for having such a barbaric exam.

Initially, she thought her solution was perfect. It absolved him of any wrongdoing. But then he dodged her call. In the four months they’ve been together, he’s never avoided her goodnight call. She tried to ignore it. Let sleeping dogs lie, if he wants to wreck their spring break with his moral dilemma then that’s fine. Except, everytime she closes her eyes all she can see is Jonathan on the verge of tears as she plunges a scalpel into a frog.

#hopefully this ties y'all over for two days #jancy #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #stranger things #jonathan x nancy #nancy x jonathan #Jancy frog heist #my writing #wip wednesday

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aeirithgainsborough · 1 year

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I haven't played the game but I've read spoilers for tlou2. Will the next season of tlou HBO even be worth it? I know Joel dies but are there any other characters that become lovable or is this Abby person at least a little likable? Asking you because I agree with all your takes on the show. Ty!

abby is a tumblr darling even tho she is a fascist and her section of the game is 12 hours of fetching things in a way that’s completely pointless to the plot, she barely shows remorse ever for her actions, she thinks ellie should b grateful to her she let her live after destroying her life, she’s the top soldier for her militia and is sad when she doesn’t have time to torture more ppl after she’s done with joel, she sleeps with her pregnant friends bf, doesn’t blink after slaughtering so many of the people in her militia she was loyal to the day before bcus of a kid who is meant to provide some sort of parallel to ellie/joel for her but is actually just rushed and can’t hit the same emotional beats whatsoever cus it’s been like… a day lmao… the narrative falls foul of telling us instead of showing us having abby say ‘you’re my people now’ which is hard 2 believe when a day previous she was making plans 2 destroy their home and loved 2 kill them. but she has muscles so a lot of ppl love her lol even tho she’s extremely bland, her gameplay is boring in the context of the plot and adds nothing to it (might have been more fun as its own game rather than coming after we’ve already played 12 hours and built up to a massive climax before suddenly being dropped back down to find ppl we know are dead and collect things… it’s a serious structural failure), and she’s barely remorseful and doesn’t really earn the redemption arc she’s given, especially not when the narrative tells us joel was too doomed to be redeemed when he’s been minding his business making guitars and wood whittling for five years in jackson and she at the end of 3 days with her when she’s meant to have evolved and realised violence is bad and her revenge didn’t achieve anything (except it does for her lol just not villain ellie!) and is meant 2 teach us all these lessons still just straight up murders ppl with glee, bonus points if they’re pregnant, beats the shit out of ellie without a slither of sympathy that she had ellie held down and heard her screaming and screaming for abby to stop hurting joel but carried on anyway even tho just finding her dad’s body is traumatising for her. ‘we let you live and you wasted it’ god i wanted to fucking shoot her myself cus she destroyed ellie’s life, took the person she loves the most brutally away in front of her, and it wasn’t a waste of abby’s life when she travelled 14 believable days across a dangerous post apocalyptic country for her revenge, and we are supposed to find empathy for her whilst she can’t find any of it for ellie lmao. the narrative props her up any chance it can whilst demonising joel and ellie, the characters we already love, trying to force you to like her in the most heavy handed and ham fisted way possible. oh she plays with dogs whilst ellie kills them!! good she’s still a torture loving fascist. but apparently she can be redeemed in 3 utterly unremorseful days and joel can go through the journey he does but is completely Hopeless and ellie is now the terrible villain of the tale. there’s a whole section that parallels the diner fight with david, this time positing ellie as the david villain to abby which is gross enough cus he was her tormenter and assaulter when she was 14, but also abby can kill who she likes and act like she likes and do torturing and murdering and the narrative never gives her this treatment or condemns her actions at all. anyway that’s a long way to say no she’s not likeable. yeah yeah the muscles, but again, she’s a fucking fascist.

honestly the other characters are fine, but they suffer in a plot in which the plot drives the characters rather than the characters driving the plot. they aren’t there for any other purpose than to move the plot and they can be a little bland for it. yeah dina is fine but she’s lumbered with this pregnancy plot so there can be some weird parallel to mel and largely doesn’t do much once you get to seattle and thus is very underdeveloped. jessie is also fine but underdeveloped too for the same reasons and he falls victim to neil ‘watch be me so diverse but poc are gonna die more than anyone else’ druckmann. all of them, new characters and old ones, continually make decisions that make you scratch your head and want to throw the controller away, again bcus plot > characters. it’s a poor way to tell a story. the characters should always drive the plot, never the other way around. it gets to the point when none of it justifies itself at all. but neil was so determined to tell his grimdark violent murderous hatred is as universal as love story that he was going to make it all fit no matter what and his characters and their motivations and characterisations fall to the wayside for it. it’s hard to find the ellie we fell in love with in part 1, let alone muster up enough energy to care about the side characters.

(as an aside neil is wrong about hatred being that universal and he thinks he’s right bcus he is a west bank settler and that alone should make you wary about season 2… the conflict in seattle is a mirror of the palestinian/israeli one and the narrative pushes on you this idea neil has that there are no wrong sides… but there is (half get to go home after a fight to a wealth of resources and land which they are trying to get more of and the other half has much less and can’t travel around the city unless they use secret bridges… idk if that sounds familiar to you) and you should all question why neil is pushing that. makes it even more hideous that he spent 25 hours propping up his wlf top soldier fascist and so many ppl lapped it up…)

maybe craig can fix some of these issues but im not holding out for it lol. some of the ways he’s talked about joel and ellie and the changes he made to the show are incredibly iffy. some of the ideas he has show he shouldn’t be allowed to talk about girls and their trauma ever again and he also thinks love can be as bad as it can be good which is such an ugly and stupid idea, especially when the whole point of part 1 is that love is what we have to hold onto when everything else is terrible. and no one come at me abt them being neil’s characters and his story cus BRUCE was there he co-created it and was the lead for the game lol.

anyway this got long im sorry no i don’t think it will be worth it.

#play the game and the dlc if u can and rewatch s1 #ask #tlou2 #anti tlou2 #the last of us spoilers

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dani-ya-dig · 3 months

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THE ABIGAIL VIDEO!!! I HAVEN’T TALKED ABT MY WIFE!

Ok so like chronological order bc I have listened to the audio like a million times at this point lmao. And I WILL talk abt it bc everyone needs to be obsessed with this channel like I am it’s SO GOOD GUYS PLS I SWEAR!!! Kk

Glenwood’s magic is doing its thing, and I’m really glad that plot point keeps getting brought up. Like ofc right now most of us are definitely more focused on the romance between Abby, Wielder, and Rose (which same. Love my ladies) but also like HELLO??? Abigail, a nonwielder, was the first person to really think there was something behind how strange glenwood was! And she is actively trying to investigate it (with Wielder and maybe Rose), and now she has even more resources for that!!! Like I just love that Miss Castle is making sure we don’t forget abt this bc I think abt it all the time.

Abby knowing her mom was gonna get on her ass about buying shelves from Amazon rather than thrifting some >

Abigail apologizing every time she swears in the voicemail >>>>>

Also I wonder how far away Abby lives from her family now? She obviously misses them a whole lot regardless of how far away they are, but it makes me wonder if they are just like the next state over, or if this is an across the country situation. (Aka, Dani is desperately trying to figure out where Glenwood would be geographically so I can get more info). I think Rose mentioned something about her flying??? Unless I made that up. But if I didn’t that would mean her family is likely too far for Abby to be able to warrant driving there.

Abby telling her mom about her channel even if she doesn’t fully understand makes me wanna cry. ITS SO CUTE GUYS I SWEAR!!! imagining Abby sending pics of her streaming setup to her mom is fucking adorable and if you don’t see it idk what to tell you.

Also the audible cringe in Abby’s voice as she prepares herself for the knowledge that she would have to deal with everyone asking why she didn’t being a date to the wedding. So Harper coded lmao.

Maybe not a plus one… but a plus two???

“And they’re…. hah mom they’re really cool” IM GONNA FUCKING SCREAM!!! THE WAY HER VOICE WENT ALL SOFT IM COSBSOXSBHDKDKCJC GOD IM SO GAY HOLY SHIT

“Please don’t play this for Sammy, when he comes back home, please Ma…” makes me giggle so hard because yeah, that sums up what having older siblings is like exactly, if you slip up once they will NEVER let it go

It makes me so fucking happy to hear Abby going all soft talking about how she had made a home in Glenwood, and how she feels safe with Wielder and Rose. Especially after she has dealt with not feeling like she fits in and, no doubt, bullying for most stages of her life. I’m just really happy to see the silly little gay people talking in my headphones get to be happy.

I NEED WIELDER AND ROSE TO MEET ABBY’S FAMILY ASAP! I know that they would both just be so overwhelmed with love from Abby’s (most likely) massive family. Rose especially would be so flustered from all the attention and love, having not come from a home that gave that love freely and unconditionally. It would probably be so refreshing for her. I KNOW Abby’s mom is gonna be feeding all of them well, too!

OMG IMAGINE!! Abby’s mom doing the usual embarrassing family stuff like pulling out baby pictures, and telling embarrassing stories, and Abigail obviously red in the face but still taking it on the chin until her mom pulls out the voicemail that Abigail had sent her when she first moved to Glenwood and all of them lose their shit in very different ways. Abigail is embarrassed beyond belief, Rose is also flustered from the “going at it” bit, and Wielder can’t stop laughing hysterically.

UGH ITS A NEED! YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!!!

#castle audios #castleaudios #castle audios Abigail #castle audios Abby #castleaudios Abby #castleaudios Abigail #castleaudios library trio #castle audios library trio

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gabshereig · 2 years

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“why abby is better than ellie”

i know everyones gonna hate me for this one but i had to write it for an english assigiment so hear me out

Aurgumentive essay: The last of us part 2 Why Abby is superior to Ellie

Does living in a post-apocalyptic zombie world give you an excuse to be a bad person? Ellie Williams is not a moral person and should not be idolized or romanticized. Contrary to widespread belief, the protagonist in The Last of us part 2 is Abby Anderson, the killer of Joel Miller.

The last of us is a video game set in the year 2033. The world is destroyed and decaying around them. The zombie apoloyse started with a mushroom virus called cordyceps. Cordyceps is a parasitic fungal brain infection, that can be transmitted through spores or bites. The first game follows our main character Ellie Willaims and Joel miller. Joel is a smuggler who takes things from one place to another. His job this time is to smuggle a little girl. This girl's name is Ellie, Ellie is immune to the infection. Joel must smuggle Ellie into the firefly's so they can make an antidote to the infection. The firefly's is a group of scientists and others who later disbanded. Joel has done horrible things to ensure his survival; he is hardened. Joel and Ellie form a daughter father relasonship on the way across the country to the fireflies. When Ellie gets to the firefly's lab Joel learns that to cure the infection theyd must kill Ellie. This added information destroys Joel. HE must do something. He kills 10 to 20 humans to get to Ellie. When he walks in the lead, the doctor tells Joel that he will not let him take Ellie. Joel then kills the lead doctor which we later lean that was Abbys father. Ellie was the only cure for humanity.

This brings us to the second game. Joel did not come home one night, and Ellie went to search for them. Ellie gets to them first where she is forced to wanted Joel to get beaten to death with a golfclub by Abby and the rest of the Washington liberation front. Abby spares Ellies life and then leaves. Ellie is heartbroken and the second game is set in motion. Ellie revenge. One of the main reasons as to why Ellie is not a person is because she left her family for a revenge plot. All evidence seen in the video by UNPARALLEL Gaming. Dina, her girlfriend, with a newborn baby Jj is living with Ellie outside the city in a beautiful farmhouse. Ellie has Left Dina in shambles multiple times, but Dina lets her back in. Dina needs Ellie and moreover Ellie needs Dina to feel human. Ellie is consumed with rage. It is late one night. Jj is asleep and so is Dina. Ellie is paking a bag; she is planning to sneak to sneak out and leaving Dina and her baby without telling her. Dinna wakes up and tells Ellie, “Come back to bed, we’ll talk in the morning.” Dina is upset and confused as to why Ellie would leave in the middle of the night without telling her. Ellie replies in a cold voice, “I have to finish it.” Dina flinches at the coldness of Ellies voice. Ellie must kill aby. Ellie tells Dina she cannot sleep or eat. Her survivor's guilt is too strong. Ellie tells Dina that she loves her. Dina replies, “I love you... stay” the look in Dinas eyes is utterly heart wrenching. Dinas eyes are begging and pledging for the love of her life to stay with her. Dina did not deserve this. “We have a family” she says, “Shes (Abby) doesn't get to be more important than that” Ellie does not respond. She just stares emotionlessly. Ellies silence kills Dina. Dina says “I'm not gonna do this again” tears start to stream down her face. “that's your choice” Ellie replays. Dina turns her back and her face crumbles with despair. She cannot stop the tears; she just lets them come. You can see the evident heart break on her face. Dina has saved Ellies' life. Physically and emotionally. Dina picked Ellie up when Joel died. She made sure she had food, and she was safe. Dina helped her get back into being okay again. Dina gave Ellie all her love and time and how did Ellie repay Dinas love? By turning her back on her. Ellie did not deserve someone like Dina. Ellie left Dina heartbroken with a baby, alone in a zombie apolyse. This is significant because Abby would never do that. Abby gave everything she had to her friends. She never let her revenge get in the way of her friends. Was Abby cold? Yes. But who would not be when their father, the only man in the world that could cure the infection, and all her group was brutely murdered. Abbys group was her family. She would do anything for them.

Abby is better than Ellie for multiple reasons. But the one to harp one is abbys humanity. As seen in the video published by nocotber. Abby spares Ellies life twice. Ellie comes after Abby, harassing her and murdering all her friends. AT the theater when Ellie is searching for Abby, she comes across Ellies friends. Ellie murders abbys dog, ex-boyfriend, her pregnant friend, and a few others. Ellie does not hesitate or even ask them about where Abby may be or who they are. She just kills. Ellie is a coldblooded killer. Abby is heartbroken but still never goes after or Trys to kill Ellie. Abby also saves levs and yaras life. Abby betrays her whole group to save a 12-year-old boy and his sister from the scars. The scars are a cult who believe in gutting people and hanging their bodies on display. Abby betrays the WLF to save these two kids from a religious cult. She says it is to lift her guilt. Which means Abby feels guilty about killing Joel. It shows she has humanity whereas Ellie is shown to be so far into revenge that a part of the game shows her running through tunnels while repeating “Abby” under her breathe while she is searching for Abby. Ellie is an unhinged, unmoral, and mentally unattractive person. For lack of better words Ellie is insane.

Some would say Abby is a horrible person because she murdered Joel so disrespectfully. Joel is a very loved person and the game sets up 15 hours of close contact with him and his personality. Part two sets up flashbacks of Ellie and Joel at museums. It is beautiful. It truly shows their humanity and how much they genuinely loved each other. Joel did everything for Ellie. Joel murdered and tortured people for her well-being. Joel was all Ellie had for a long time. Then Ellie had to watch Joel die. The game does an amazing job at setting up an intense bond between the player and the characters. You begin to love Ellie and Joels relsonship. Most people do not see Ellie faults because they spend hours of their life basking in her trauma and validating her and Joels murderous ways. A As Joel you have the option to sneak around and not kill people but sometimes you do not and are forced to. In the second game while you play as Ellie, you are forced to kill 15 people, you can choose to kill the rest. Ellie is murderous. In the first game the least amount of people who can kill is 31. He is a serial killer. He murdered 358 infected people. These people are wrong though. The fact that they do not try to look at everything though abbys perspective is the main issue. Abby killed the murder of her father. Her father was the only one who could save humanity. All of humanity. The only man that could make the world “right” again. Abby has 2 chances to kill Ellie and she did not. Abby had the opportunity to help others and she did. Abby portrayed a strong unfeminine looking body on a woman which is not showed a lot in the media. Abby is not a bad Person. She did not do anything that you would not do if you were in her situation.

Abby is superior to Ellie because Ellie is an immoral person and should not be Romanized. Not only is Ellie a coldblooded killer she is also incapable of returning love. While Abby would drop everything for the ones she loves. After reading this paper you should rethink your Romanized version of Ellie and see her who she is, someone broken, someone incapable of forgiveness, someone who will never change, And a toxic person. You should learn to forgive Abby for killing your favorite character and learn to love her just as you loved Joel.

Druckmann, Neil, director. Last Of Us 2 Ellie Dina Breakup Scene Ellie Leaves Dina to Find Abby Dina Leaves Ellie She Is Broken. Youtube, UNPARALLEL Gaming, 25 July 2020, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=544iOKfkG4U. Accessed 27 Oct. 2022.

Druckmann, Neil, director. The Lat of Us Part 2. The Death of Abby's Friends - The Last of Us Part 2 (2020), Noctober, 27 June 2022, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Uygib0PKuo&feature=share&utm_source=EJGixIgBCJiu2KjB4oSJEQ. Accessed 27 Oct. 2022.

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wow it's a new year! gosh. well let's talk about the IMPORTANT things, like this round-up of all the recs I did over the course of this month on mastodon! this month you will find:

3 article recs 6 tgcf recs 6 cql/mdzs recs 4 original short story recs 1 multifandom rec 1 doctor who rec 1 2ha rec 29 yuletide recs

(yuletide fandoms are: My Cousin Rachel, Jane of Lantern Hill, Sunshine, All the Horses of Iceland, Gods of Jade and Shadow, Debrief, Deeplight, Yudah Cohen, Winter's Orbit, Goncharov, Left Hand of Darkness, Mr Queen, Ocean's 8, I Want To Go Home!, Knives Out, Tortall, When the Angels Left the Old Country, The Blue Castle, Vespertine, Jeeves & Wooster, Chess (Musical), Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Ocean's Echo, The Goblin Emperor, Temeraire, and the Enchanted Forest Chronicles.)

ARTICLES

Black Silk, Brown Silk: China and Beyond—Traditional Practice Meets Fashion, by Abby Lillethun, 2008

just read this interesting article on a technique for dyeing silk fabric a black colour in southeastern Asia, which can be called gummed silk or mud-treated/mud-dyed/mud-coated silk or a variety of other names

The article is about the socio-cultural context of the fabric's use in the last century and a half, which is fascinating, but now I want to know more about the chemistry of what goes on in this dyeing process. Especially since this is a process that involves iron in creating the black colour, and my understanding is that iron-rich dyes tend to corrode fabric over time, but gummed silk is specifically noted as being durable!

TELL ME MORE, INTERNET!

(the internet only wants to provide me fluff pieces about chinese fashion when I try searching) anyway the article is worth reading in itself even if it doesn't do everything I want it to!

Blue to black: Hypotheses on plant use complexity in traditional dyeing processes in Southeast Asia and China, by S. Li, A.B. Cunningham, Y. Shi, Z. Qiu, A. Hartl, X. Ding, S. Wu, Y. Wang.

I just read this paper on traditional indigo dyeing methods in Southeast Asia & China and it's so INTERESTING.

did you know: humans have been dying textiles with indigo dyes for at LEAST 6,000 years? despite it being a very complex multi-stage process? I am so impressed. (I'm also impressed we manage to have evidence of this! archeological research into the history of fibre arts is always a trial, for obvious reasons)

an indigo dye vat needs to be an alkaline environment that has been fermented to grow anaerobic bacteria

the dye vat will need various ingredients included to promote the fermentation and the correct type of bacterial growth, as well as to create the alkaline environment, and is monitored and maintained over time to make sure it goes right

the reason you need all this is because indigo particles don't actually penetrate the fibres; you need to reduce the size of the indigo particles, and when they're small enough you can turn them into leuco-indigo which CAN penetrate the fibres. then when the material you're dyeing is exposed to air, the leuco-indigo turns back into indigo and is trapped in the fibres!

if you want to overdye the indigo to create black, you also need a source of tannins as well as hyperaccumulator plants to be a source of metal mordant

so if you have indigo you can dye fabric black without using iron! iron corrodes fabric over time, and is the other main way to create a black dye, so this is amazing

modern industrial indigo-dyeing uses toxic reducing agents instead of the fermented dye bath, and this paper is intended to provide information on how sustainable dyeing could be done in a modern context as well. which, rock on. I love this.

Mickey, Disney, and the Public Domain: a 95-year Love Triangle, by Jennifer Jenkins

really enjoyed this article about Mickey Mouse and what it means practically speaking for Steamboat Willie to join the public domain in 2024! TGCF TGCF

Ming Yi's Monologue, by Zdenka

The original Ming Yi doesn't get much attention in fanworks, perhaps understandably since he never appears on-screen in tgcf while alive (or as a ghost, or otherwise able to exist and communicate), but he's a fascinating character to speculate about through what we know of him!

This short work is from Ming Yi's pov, a poem addressed to He Xuan from after death

it's so much fun! I love the pov, and I love the air of menace and resentment from ming yi towards his usurper. Perfect ending.

300 words in length

party city, by verity

rule 63 modern au hualian

it is so SOFT and suffused with care that I am all emotions!!!!

also. the outfits. I die.

3k words in length

My Love for You is Crimson, by elfowlgirl

xie lian gets an idea for a fun adventure and hua cheng loves to indulge his husband's mischievous side (I LOVE THIS)

the idea: if hua cheng went to heaven wearing clothes that aren't red, would anyone recognize him?

a charming and cute fic!

3k words in length

thanks to [email protected] for the rec!

Double Trouble, by corduroyserpent

wow?!?! jun wu is such a disaster and this is amazing

post-canon, jun wu has a qi deviation that splits off a younger version of himself as bai wuxiang

mei nianqing suggests that jun wu can fix it by dual cultivating with himself. jun wu is NOT into it but makes it work with mei nianqing's help.

3k words in length

thanks to to [email protected] for the rec!!!

we all have a hunger, by spicecandy

beefleaf modern reincarnation! reincarnation isn't usually my thing but I liked how it was handled here

he xuan has not developed any more chill over the years between when sqx dies and when sqx is finally reincarnated

he xuan's pov is very fun. the drama! the pathos! meanwhile sqx is clearly just having a nice time bonding with he-jie. beefleaf always about contrasts :)

I believe in u, he xuan! you can do it! have an actual relationship with sqx!!

also the gender stuff is great.

6k words in length

thanks to [email protected] for the rec!

shadowplay, by bloodletter

a postcanon beefleaf reconciliation fic; it's a wip and the first chapter was just posted today

sqx wakes up in a mysterious cave and finds that hx has saved her life and taken her there

the gothic vibes are out of this world and I love it so much, I am just eating this up, it's delicious. there's even a bit where sqx is standing on rocks looking out over a tempestuous sea!

hx is peak drama kid, peak capital-R Romantic, peak cannot-let-things-go. and sqx is unable to look away

I cannot wait to watch the rest of this unfold!

CQL/MDZS

For the Love of Quilting, by Scrippio

a super cute modern au where wangxian are quilters! I love how much the author is clearly familiar with quilting and is able to imbue the fic with insider perspectives on the art/hobby

I love when writers port "these characters are super skilled at The Thing The Show Is About" into a completely different domain like this, especially when it's a domain that doesn't get much attention from fandom usually!

the dynamics between wwx and lwj are also so fun, the way they click so easily, and push each other, and inspire each other, and love each other

also I dearly want to see all the quilts that are described in the fic lol

5k words in length

It's Only Time, by soupytwist

wangxian fanvid set to "It's Only Time" by the magnetic fields

I tend to be a hard sell on vids set to slower songs but this one totally captured me

a gorgeous look at the endlessness of lwj's love

thanks to [email protected] for the rec that brought this one to my attention!

Hold On, I'm Coming, by inkjunket

wangxian fanvid set to "Hold On, I'm Coming" by Book featuring Ndidi O

damn this vidder is so good at using the motion of clips with the music to create and build intensity!

I love how clear the arc is of what the vid is doing, even with almost no words in the song

thanks to [email protected] again for reccing this one!

Ready For It?, by wrensandroses

fanvid focusing on jin guangyao, especially his relationships with lxc and nmj and qin su

set to "Ready For It" by Taylor Swift

this was so much FUN. the song makes it a real bop, experiencing jgy and his uhhhhhh Choices. the vid makes excellent use of his patented customer service smile also!

thanks yet again to [email protected] for the rec!

like a virgin (feels so good inside), by wildwestwind

modern au where wei wuxian is a camboy and wen ning is his roommate

wei wuxian is bad at recognizing boundaries and wen ning is bad at having them and it leads to them having sex together on camera

they are both disasters and I love them very much!

3k words in length

thanks to [email protected] for the rec!

Salt in Our Sentences, by hansbekhart

exploring the relationship between Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji; the three months of almost-friendship when they were searching for Wei Wuxian together, and then the many years of hatred that followed

and yet lwj saves jc's life when he's injured in a night hunt. but they still hate each other.

the deep well of bitterness on both sides, as both feel fully justified in their hate! god it's so good. the vibes in this fic are impeccable.

2k words in length

thanks [email protected] for the rec!

ORIGINAL SHORT STORY

Maladaptive Camouflage, by Ann Leblanc

a woman with a gun is faced with two identical people who both claim to be her wife

it's a fascinating short horror story about shape-shifting monsters who can duplicate human forms

told through the pov of a shape-shifter!

2k words in length

Catch and Release, by Nemainofthewater

an original xianxia short story on ao3

in which an unorthodox cultivator gets himself adopted by a small child who turns out to be part of a major righteous sect, despite the unorthodox cultivator's attempts to remain a lone wolf unencumbered by attachments

totally adorable and delightful!

1k words in length

My Bonsai Lover in Winter, by Rachael K. Jones

I'm not quite sure what to make of this short story but it's odd and lovely and I enjoyed reading it so I'm sharing it with you as well.

content note for body horror I think

1k words in length

There’s a Door to the Land of the Dead in the Land of the Dead, by Sarah Pinsker

about queer intergenerational friendship and mentorship, about being a young adult trying to find your place, about death and what it means to you, about living through the death of all your peers and coming out the other side, about hope and love and making connections.

holy shit this gave me so many emotions. READ IT READ IT READ IT.

also I adore the title. pinsker writes great titles.

6k words in length

MULTIFANDOM

Bicycle Race, by seekingferret

multifandom vid set to Queen's "Bicycle Race"

no serious deep meaning, just a whole lot of different people bicycling in a whole lot of different fandoms!

charming and fun to watch

DOCTOR WHO

Rest, by Aria

I left the doctor who era of my life behind in 2012 but when one of my beloved doctor who friends posted a new fic today inspired by the newest doctor who happenings, I had to read it

and guess what I had SO many feelings! the doctor! and donna! and finding ways to rest and live a linear life on earth with people he cares about and learning how to find the mundane things worth paying attention to!

3k words in length

2HA

oh, to be in love (and never get out again), by verity

rule 63 modern au f/f ranwan

chu wanning has atticwifed taxian-jun

cwn is SO horny for her wife (wives) but can't let herself just enjoy that

CHU WANNING.

1k words in length

YULETIDE

The Collar Tightens, by nemali

fic for My Cousin Rachel

post-canon fic from Louise's perspective!

Philip is haunted by the ghost of Rachel!

Louise struggles to keep up the mindset that of COURSE she must be happy to be married to Philip!

-1k words in length

Longest and Lasting, by Jougetsu

fic for Jane of Lantern Hill

fic about Aunt Gertrude through the years, her relationship with her mother and siblings, and growing into the person we see through Jane's eyes in the book

so good and believable! poor Gertrude. she never had an opportunity to escape, or to learn how to want something other than her mother's approval!

1k words in length

under our skins, by Wildcard

fic for Robin McKinley's novel "Sunshine" featuring Mel and Mel's tattoo artist!

told through the notes kept by the tattoo artist on each tattoo associated with Mel

Such a great glimpse into Mel's side of Sunshine's world!

1k words in length

The Nameless Mare and the Mountains, by tryfanstone

Take the beautiful novella All the Horses of Iceland, and tell it from the perspective of one of the horses!

just as beautiful and numinous as the original!

1k words in length

descent, by misura

fic for Silvia Moreno-Garcia's Gods of Jade and Shadow

such a fun pov choice to have it from Vucub-Kame's perspective!

I loved the arguments between Vucub-Kame and Hun-Kame, and between Hun-Kame and Casiopeia!

2k words in length

Souls in the River, by primeideal

Fic for the two-person roleplay game Debrief (I LOVE DEBRIEF!!!!)

featuring Dora and Jean, the wives of the player characters in the game, and I love how it makes them real people with their own complex relationship with each other!

I also love what it does with footnotes, it is a GENIUS way of doing pov things for this particular canon

ahhhh there are so many great details in the fic too!

3k words in length

the lord survives the rainbow of his will, by XenomorphLiebe

fic for the Frances Hardinge book "Deeplight"

focusing on the friendship between Hark and Jelt

absolutely perfect creepy vibes, and capturing what's compelling to Hark about his friendship with Jelt despite everything

also perfect bits about Quest as mentor-figure!

4k words in length

An Occasion On Which Yudah Cohen Was, Shockingly, Not Required To Meddle, by whetherwoman

fic for the Yudah Cohen series of short stories by Rebecca Fraimow

ft. exactly what the title describes

and ahhhh what a DELIGHTFUL story, a perfect little addition to the world of Yudah Cohen that feels exactly right!

it feels like Yudah Cohen and his family and the people around him are the kinds of people about whom endless stories COULD be told, and this is simply another absolutely correct story about his life.

2k words in length

Groundhawk Day, by Caracalliope

fic for Everina Maxwell's book Winter's Orbit

a timeloop on Kiem and Jainan's wedding day! oh noes, what will they do!

I love the timeloop as an external factor they have to face together

Kiem is so KIEM! I love him so much. the way he is delighted every time by whatever Jainan's done with his hair and clothes!

and I am so glad the fic cares as much as I do about the external non-romantic relationships for both of the romantic leads. how Bel is an integral part of things no matter what, and how much Jainan and his sister love each other

4k words in length

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Goncharov, by berlincorpography

fic about the made-up film Goncharov, by which I mean, fic about the made-up academics who study the real-in-their-world film Goncharov and have fights about it in academic journals, and also write fic about it

told entirely via text messages, ao3 comments, academic paper abstracts, and emails

yes obviously it's enemies-to-lovers

it's completely delightful, I love everything about it

6k words in length

thanks to [email protected] for the rec!

Uncautionary Tales, by Roadsterguy

fic for The Left Hand of Darkness, set generations after canon!

a young person of Gethen dreams of journeying out to join the rest of the Ekumen; their parent tells them the story of the Envoy and of Estraven

I love this outside perspective on the characters we know and love from canon, and what must have/might have happened to them, and the stories they've become in the generations since!

the original characters are wonderful also, bringing a great dynamic to the discussion of what it means to be a Gethenian vs an Outsider, and to the consideration of what a story means and what it means to tell that story

yuletide always brings fabulous left hand of darkness fics and this one is no exception!

2k words in length

Some Things that No One Teaches You, by DachOsmin

another Left Hand of Darkness fic!!! just as good as the other one! god I love fandom

genly and estraven on the ice, while estraven is in kemmer; a classic premise

this one is so sweet and loving, so full of genly being obtuse about things but trying so hard regardless, and estraven wanting him despite it all!

2k words in length

Instructions for those who have relocated in space, time and/or genitalia, by Jang Bong Hwan - by halotolerant

have I watched Mr Queen? no I have not. but I HAVE had friends tell me about it and that's nearly as good, in that it means I could read this fic and understand and appreciate it

Jang Bong Hwan is writing down maxims about how to survive the experience of bodyswapping through time and space, for reference for future people in the same situation

Jang Bong Hwan gets a little off topic. a lot.

Jang Bong Hwan loves Cheoljong so much!

delightful and charming throughout, such an engaging and endearing narrative voice

7k words in length

Double Down, by chasesstarlight

pre-canon story for Ocean's 8, telling the story of how Lou and Debbie met each other and the first con they worked together!

a fun story with a con that does a good job of fulfilling the story's needs

I really enjoyed the Debbie/Lou dynamics!

6k words in length

The boys are back in town, by scintilla10

post-canon fic about I Want To Go Home! featuring young adult Mike and Rudy going back to the camp for a reunion weekend

super cute and sweet, and I loved how much camp turns out to be just….camp. Chip is a reasonable person who's grown up some more and was embarrassed about how at a loss he'd been as a counsellor, the new camp director is making changes to the programming, the other attendees are into the group bonding activities but don't force Mike and Rudy to do anything

and it leaves Mike and Rudy a lot of time to just hang out and figure out what they mean to each other!

8k words in length

the most riveting intermission, by 061828

cute little fic for the Knives Out universe, about Benoit Blanc and Phillip's first meeting!

from Phillip's pov and I loved seeing Benoit Blanc from his perspective

2k words in length

The Duke's Curse, by Ghostinthehouse

Tortall fic set in the Alanna era, about the ways different parts of the country deal with the famine, in the year after the use of the dominion jewel

I liked the realistic look at what the differences would be in how hard the famine is depending on the main sources of food, eg in Pirate's Swoop which can look to the sea, vs Trebond with its field crops, and the people who have to go hungry vs the people who merely have to eat less deliciously than usual.

I would have loved the inclusion as well of a place where the people in charge don't care as much about the well-being of the commoners through the famine, but I understand why the fic didn't want to go there!

2k words in length

if it were physical, it would show, by orthostatics

a Tortall fic set during the era when Duke Roger is dead the first time, from Alex of Tirragen's pov

omg I am OBSESSED with this minor canon divergence au that takes seriously the question of what Alex's motivations are

the fucked up relationships between Alex and Delia, Alex and Roger, Alex and Thom! Alex's obsession with and failure to understand Alanna! Roger continuing to be horrible from beyond the grave!

HELLO I AM HERE FOR ALL OF THIS

5k words in length

Known, by Kass

a lovely post-canon fic about Uriel after When The Angels Left the Old Country, as its relationship with Ash evolves but remains the cornerstone of its life

also full of Jewish geekery (as the tags of the fic say too!) which feels so right for fic of this book!

3k words in length

Zichronam Livracha, by azhdarchidaen

another fic for When the Angels Left the Old Country, this one set 200 years later in the present day

Ash and Uriel have continued to live in the US, and have brought Essie and Rose's papers to donate to a Jewish archive

I love the archivist, and I love Uriel and Little Ash, and I love that from both sides there's kindhearted delight at seeing young people interested in preserving history!

1k words in length

a place where joy is known, by redgear

a fic about The Blue Castle! a fic about Abel and Barney's friendship!!!

I love this look at what their friendship is like - and at what Abel's perspective on Valancy is like!

1k words in length

the place you need to reach, by go_gentle

Artemisia/Marguerite fic for the book Vespertine, a post-canon adventure

look I have a terrible memory and don't remember most of what happened in Vespertine but I DO remember I loved the book, and this felt like a great addition to it

Artemisia stops getting letters from Marguerite and immediately knows it means something is wrong and goes after her

investigating a creepy group of people with the help of her revenant!

Marguerite isn't just a damsel waiting for rescue!

I really enjoyed it

8k words in length

Supporting Partner's Suit, by Persiflager

a delightfully charming Jeeves/Wooster story wherein Wooster is bodyswapped with Honoria Glossop

I loved the original character Tilly and I was SO cheering on the Tilly/Honoria ship!

and of course Wooster and Jeeves are beautifully themselves as always

6k words in length

Building Bridges, by the_alchemist

fic about the musical Chess!

Anatoly/Svetlana navigating their relationship in the aftermath, in all its complexities

navigating the feelings and the realities of their lives and what they are and aren't capable of being for each other, but being connected on some level despite it all!

second person pov

6k words in length

A Winter Wood Warming, by Terrantalen

post-canon Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell fic, about Arabella and Emma and a trip to Faerie

much of it told through letters and journal entries

I love the developing relationship between the two women, how important they are to each other, and how Arabella's relationship with the missing Jonathan is treated at the same time

and the sense of the numinous fits just right into the way it's handled in canon!

what a good fic. one I will definitely want to return to to reread.

9k words in length

Secrets Kept, by softboypassing

post-canon Temeraire fic about Laurence/Tharkay exploring Tharkay's estate for the first time

really good at vibes and the themes and the narrative voice! loved this one!

7k words in length

Guidance Lights and Caffeine Shots, by lc2l

coffee shop au for Ocean's Echo!

wherein Tennal runs a froofy indie coffee shop and Surit is on a budge that doesn't allow for froofy drinks

super cute!

4k words in length

Interregnum, by Samizdat

Goblin Emperor fic set during the period between the crash of the Wisdom of Choharo and the coming of Edrehasivar VII

featuring various other people whose lives were changed by what happened!

I loved seeing all these other little perspectives on the upheaval of that time

5k words in length

Procrastinating with Princesses, by azurefishnets

an Enchanted Forest Chronicles fic that takes place post-canon, about one of Kazul's grandchildren

featuring a dragon who doesn't want to have to choose a gender in order to be considered an adult, and a princess who's also a prince

the next generation finding their own ways to be "improper" and shock the the older generation! gender experiences outside the binary! a very fun dragon-and-princess relationship! I loved it all

8k words in length

#rec #fic rec #monthly recs #sophpost

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riahlynn101 · 7 months

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Day Twenty-Four: "Goodbye Note."

Trigger warnings: SUICIDE warning, major character death, guilt, grief, and misuse of medication.

This one gets a little heavy. So, I recommend not reading it if you're in a poor mental space. (I'd be more than happy to provide a TL/DR that avoids certain topics if you really want to know what happens)

Suicide helpline through chat and text (available for the US and some territories): https://988lifeline.org/chat/

And here's a link to other countries emergency numbers/suicide hotlines (if available). Just scroll down to your country and click it: https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/basics/suicide/suicide-prevention-hotlines-resources-worldwide

Mike slams the front door closed.

She had won.

It had taken years of complaints and doing everything in her power to make him look bad, but Aunt Jane has finally won.

When Abby was first taken from him, Mike did everything in his power to bring her home. He did everything the case workers said he needed to do: classes, visitations, court cases, and even therapy appointments to address his “underlying issues.”

None of it mattered.

Aunt Jane had her claws too deep in too many people, and by time Mike finished all the necessary steps to get Abby back, the court decided that his sister was better off with their aunt.

His little sister wouldn’t look at him. Mike doesn’t blame her but it hurts just the same. He can’t get her disappointed expression out of his head, it reminded him so much of Garrett.

That makes two siblings you couldn’t protect.

His tie is suffocating him. Mike’s breathing picks up, coming out fast and shallow. He stumbles down the hallway to the bathroom. A trembling hand fumbles to loosen his tie.

He digs through the bathroom cabinets, looking for something, anything that can numb his pain. Maybe even take it away.

His heart beats faster in his chest, and he feels unsteady. Mike knows, in the back of his mind, that what he’s about to do is not rational. He knows that whatever pain he’s experiencing is temporary, and that he’s betraying his sister by leaving her alone.

But he can’t take it anymore.

Spotting the necessary medicine, Mike scoops up the pill bottle. It rattles in his shaky hand, filling up the quiet. Without thinking further-if he thinks further, he might stop, and Mike doesn’t want to stop. He doesn’t want to be alone anymore. He doesn’t want to think anymore-Mike pops the lid off and pours all the contents of the bottle into his mouth.

He feels them slide down his throat. It burns, and some of the pills stick to the sides of his throat. Mike sputters, moving to the sink. He drinks water from the tap, helping the pills slide down easier.

Mike inhales deeply, clutching the sink. It’s done.

The hard part is done. Or was it the easy part?

Leaving the bathroom, Mike heads to his bedroom.

It hits him, as he lays down, that he’s forgotten to write a letter. Groaning, Mike sits up. Abby needs to know that what he's doing is not her fault. That he’s not leaving because he’s angry, sad, or even disappointed at her.

His stomach cramps up, and all he can do is wait for it to pass. Mike sits on the edge of his bed, hunched over. When it (finally) lets up, he grabs a pad of paper and a pen from his nightstand. (technically, his parents’ nightstand).

He starts and restarts over and over. Pen held loosely in his hand. Everything he’s ever wanted to tell Abby-how much he loves her. How he only ever wished for her to be safe and happy. How he never wanted it to come to this-all vanishes like smoke. His mind feels blank. He feels numb and empty, minus the gradual pain in his temples.

But he needs to tell his sister something.

She deserves that much.

Carefully, Mike writes down what his sister needs to know the most.

Dear Abby,

I’m sorry. I need you to know that this-me dying-is not your fault. I don’t blame you, and you shouldn’t blame yourself. Sometimes bad things just happen. All you can do is push forward.

Never forget how much you are loved. I’ll always be with you.

Mike

He folds the letter and writes a quick note on the back asking the person who finds him to not show his sister this letter until she’s a little older.

She doesn’t need to know what happened here (yet).

With that done. Mike lays back in the bed, covering up. His stomach cramps up again, worse than before. And it’s not long until he’s dry-heaving. Thankfully, he hasn’t eaten anything in a hot minute, so nothing comes up but the movement makes him nauseous.

He turned on his side, curling into the fetal position. He’s too hot with the blanket on, but when he throws it to the side, it’s too cold.

Mike shivers, weakly reaching out for the covers he threw off. But he can’t muster the strength to grab them. His hand falls on the bed.

He whimpers, head throbbing.

“Mike?” His little brother says, standing at the end of the bed. “Mike?”

“Garrett,” he murmurs, exhaustion starting to kick in. He blinks slowly, breathing becoming harder. Everything feels both too fast and too slow at the same time.

“Mike? You don’t look okay. What did you-” Garrett goes to the nightstand, looking over the letter. “Oh, my God! Mike! What have you done!?”

“Wha..? I-I’m tired. Why are you so angry?” His mind is sluggish and his thoughts are slow. He can’t understand why his brother is so mad at him. Shouldn’t Garrett be happy that Mike is dying? (Would you be happy if your sibling died just to see you? Deep down, Mike knows the answer to that question is 1000% no.)

“What did you take?” Garrett leans down until they’re face–to-face.

“I dunno.” He groans, the throbbing in his temples getting worse. “Medicine.”

“I’m calling 9-1-1.”

Before Mike can protest, Garrett-who he doesn’t remember ever owning a cellphone (did cell phones that small even exist in the early 80s? Mike can’t remember)-his little brother’s calling the emergency services. He sounds surprisingly calm, answering all the operator's questions with ease. The only sign that he’s worried is the slight tremble of his hands.

“‘ts okay, Gar,” he murmurs.

“Oh, Mike,” his brother says, touching the back of his hand to Mike’s cheek. “Just hold on, help is on the way.”

“‘m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But I need you to stay awake.”

“Tired.”

Garrett slaps him lightly in the face, startling him. He looks up at his brother, a little betrayed and also shocked by how hard his hit was.

“Stay awake,” he says forcefully, shoving a finger in Mike’s face. A stern look on his cherubic face. He almost reminds Mike of their mother. “No falling asleep.”

Time moves slower, and Mike-in spite of being told not to-feels his head fall forward and his eyelids grow heavy.

Right before Mike’s eyes close, he swears-for a second-that it’s Vanessa fretting over him. Tears streaming down her face.

He sleeps.

-- END OF STORY--

(((I don't usually do this, but this story has two ways it can end)))

If it helps, Mike is just fine. Vanessa saves him in time. They work together to get Abby back. It turns into a romantic comedy of sorts, with Mike being terrible at flirting and Vanessa (also being really bad at) flirting. Mike wins the court case to get her back, proposes to Vanessa (a couple days later). They get married and become a happy family.

2. Or if you prefer a less happy ending. None of that happens, and Mike never wakes up.

#whumptober2023 #no.24 #goodbye note #tw sui attempt #tw major character death #or is it #tw mental illness #tw medication #fnaf mike schmidt #abby schmidt #vanessa shelly

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