#f*buddy!abby

[absgay]

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ “You love to play hard to get. Get you like it was an accident. You like me more when I just don’t give a shit. You’re hard to get, hard to get.” ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

words count: 1.8k

“You want me to want you, want me to watch you and need you."

warnings: 18+ minors dni, grammar, f*buddy!abby, college!abby, some jealousy, abby is an asshole and idk, i’m not good at this, smut.

first part here: fetish.

Abby was miserable. It’s been twelve days, twelve fuckin’ days. You haven’t talked to her in almost two weeks, dammit. No texts, no nudes, no calls, nothing. But, you guys weren’t together, which means it shouldn’t even bother her, right?

She looked at you from across the room as you walked in class and sat down by the window, distancing yourself from the blond.

“Hey!” It was some girl named Nancy or Nathalie, Abby wasn’t even sure. She glanced at the redhead as she sat down next to her and frowned. “You don’t mind? I don’t wanna be alone.” Abby shrugged.

She regretted it as the redhead talked, talked, talked and talked, the entire time. Abby wasn’t listening to be honest, humming and nodding from time to time as she remained focused on the only thing that truly mattered to her: you. But, the redhead was clearly interested in Abby. She was touchy and very flirty, which caught your attention as you stared at them with an annoyed face. You looked back at the teacher as soon as Abby caught you in the act, the blond smirking as she pulled out her cellphone.

“what are you doing tonight, do you have any plans?” she texted. Abby waited and looked back at you as you clicked on the notification and started typing. God, she was anxious. Is this how people usually feels whenever they text someone? It sucked. “party at jessica’s.” you sent. “who the fuck is jessica?” Abby texted back, staring at the screen with disappointment as you didn’t respond.

She sighed and laid back against the chair. “Yeah— Sorry to interrupt but do you know anyone named Jessica?” Abby asked the redhead.

Nathalie or something nodded. “I do.” she responded. “We’re both Kappa members and there’s a party at our house tonight.” Abby hummed, intrigued. “Do you wanna be my date?”

She shouldn’t use this random woman, but it’s such a nice coincidence, and she’s an asshole after all. “Sure.” she responded. “Here’s my phone, you should add your number, it’ll be easier.” A great way to get somebody’s actual name.

Turns out the redhead’s name was, in fact, Nancy. And she was nice, enthusiastic and still too talkative. Abby felt uncomfortable, she didn’t even know what to say, they didn’t have much in common. A few months back, she would've skipped the whole conversation and dragged the redhead straight to bed. Anyway, she doesn’t wanna do that anymore, for some reason. She could tell the redhead wanted more than a conversation though: commenting on her athletic skills, appearance and obsessing over the blond’s arms.

“Do you want something to drink?” Nancy asked. “I’m thirsty.” Abby hummed, embarrassed as Nancy winked at her. “I’ll get us something, wait here.”

It’s been two hours and you weren’t anywhere to be seen, not in the living room, not in the kitchen, not in the garden, not upstairs and definitely not in Nancy’s bedroom. Abby had looked everywhere, you weren’t at the party. She decided it was time to leave after an embarrassing altercation with the redhead.

Abby walked back to the dorms, defeated. She looked at your room from down the hallway as she stepped in the building and decided to try it. She stopped at the door and knocked once, twice, an anxious bubble overwhelming her stomach.

“Oh— Hey, Abby!” your roommate said, all smiles and energetic. The room smelled like alcohol and weed. Abby glanced at the man sitting on the brunette’s bed and chuckled. “What’s up? We were about to rock the boat in there.”

Abby laughed at your roommate’s honesty. “Yeah— I can see that. I’m looking for someone, stubborn, annoying, cute. I think she lives with you.”

The brunette nodded. “She offered to leave, since we needed the room. She’s supposed to be at the library.” Abby thanked her and headed back outside.

Of course the library was dead silent at this hour. And there you were, seated at some random table by yourself, studying under the dim lighting. You heard the blond’s footsteps as she approached and smirked.

“So— Jessica’s party.” Abby started. “Well— I’m not an expert when it comes to addresses around the campus but I’m pretty sure this isn’t the Kappa’s house, sweetheart.”

You hummed and looked back at your notes. “I never said I’d be there. You wanted plans, I gave you some.” Abby scoffed as she sat down next to you. “Shit— I’m really, really sorry." you said with an exaggerated tone. "Did you expect to see me at this party?”

Abby chuckled softly. “Wow— Someone’s in a silly mood.” She looked at you attentively as you read, then sighed. “We haven’t talked in days. Come on—” Abby leaned in towards you, elbows resting on her knees and hands clasped as she continued. “You wanna tell me what happened since our last conversation?”

You hadn’t expected the blond woman to be so direct. You cleared your throat and shrugged. “I told you, I’m seeing someone.”

“Yeah, right— Is someone here? In the room, with us?” Abby asked with an amused tone. “If you were actually seeing someone, you wouldn’t be alone at the library on a Friday night.” she continued. "Listen, I know you wanted to piss me off the other night with this story and congratulations, it fuckin’ worked.”

Well, technically you weren’t lying and deep down, Abby knew it. But it couldn’t be serious though, not after what happened the other night, right? She hoped so.

“How was your date with Nancy?” you asked. “She seemed very interested in you. I mean— She was all over you in class and wouldn’t stopped talking about you at lunch.” Abby smirked. “Did something happen?”

“Let me think…” Abby said. “There were so many women all over me tonight I— I need a minute to collect my thoughts.” She hummed as you rolled your eyes. “Actually— Now that I’m thinking about it, it’s none of your business.”

You snorted and threw your pen at the blond as she used your own words against you. “You’re a dick.”

“You know— You don’t have to stay here. It’s late, you could come with me and sleep at mine.” Abby offered. “I’m just saying— Your room is gonna be messy, it smelled like the 80s in there.”

“You’re so generous.” Abby winked. “God— That’s not what I meant!” you whined as she laughed. “I can’t believe she told you about the library. So, what? You’re stalking me now? That’s your new thing?”

“Yes.” Abby confirmed. “I’m obsessed with you.” you blushed as the words left the blond’s mouth innocently. “Does it turn you on?” You laughed and slapped her arm. “Come on— Don’t be shy. It’d be understandable, I’d be a really hot stalker.”

Abby’s frustration was highly noticeable as she stared at you deeply, waiting for something, anything to happen. She looked so good, it wasn’t fair. She was magnificent, a temptation, your own forbidden fruit. And yet you still managed to stay away from her for twelve days, almost two weeks, an eternity. It was pretty impressive. You couldn’t fuck it all up now, no matter how bad you wanted to.

“Abby.” you said. “We are not gonna have sex tonight.”

She frowned. “Excuse me— Sex? Dammit. Who said anything about sex? What makes you think I wanna have sex with you?” Abby asked. “Pervert.”

“Bitch.” you snapped back. The woman’s eyebrows raised as she grabbed your chair and pulled it closer to hers, effortlessly. “Come on— Abby. You’re distracting me.”

You blinked and swallowed hard, the blond’s head leaning dangerously close to yours as she smiled. God, she wanted you so much it was ridiculous.

“We’re just having a conversation.” Abby said as she looked at your mouth with desperation. “A nice conversation.”

The room remained quiet as your own heartbeat got too loud. You felt self-conscious and wondered if Abby could hear it and feel it too. Fuck, someone could’ve grabbed and touched the tension between you two; an invisible strength, vibrations between bodies and souls, created by intense glances and unspoken thoughts.

“I have an important test on monday.” you murmured which wasn’t even true, an attempt to run away. Possessed by impatience and lust, Abby impulsively grabbed the papers off your hands and threw them away.

You were meant to fall into each other’s arms. It needed to happen somehow, you both believed it was written at this point. One, two, three… Time stopped as your inner voice encouraged it and silenced your heart’s complaints: do it.

You sighed and grabbed the blond’s neck. Mouth collapsed and moans were shared as you both dived into the heat, letting it consume you entirely. Happily, Abby guided you as you moved and sat down in her lap throughout the kiss, chest heavy and cheeks warm. The woman’s rough hands wandered across your body, one sliding under your skirt to hold your thigh, the other travelling from your back to your neck as she deepened the kiss.

Abby pulled away breathless then cursed quietly. She hummed in delight, head falling backwards as you grinded against the blond’s clothed crotch in the nastiest way possible. You yelped as she suddenly slammed your body against the table, eyes filled with desire.

“Wait, Abby." you breathed as she stood between your legs. “We could get caught—”

She interrupted you with another kiss as she bent over the table. “Which is why you’re gonna have to be quiet.” She stepped back and stared at you, pulling your underwear down your legs.

You sighed in anticipation as she kneeled between your thighs and lifted your skirt outrageously slowly. Abby’s hands went to your hips and held them firmly as your legs were hanging over her broad shoulders. You hummed in satisfaction, the blond’s nose pressed against your clit, mouth wandering along your crotch with an undeniable eagerness. She listened carefully to each one of your short breaths, moans, whines, murmurs and almost came as you bucked against her mouth, shouting her name in pure bliss.

You looked down at the gorgeous woman between your legs and sat down on the wooden table as she breathed heavily, eyes bright and lips swollen. She stood and looked at you with admiration, all sweaty and breathless, all hers.

You didn’t think twice before grabbing the blond’s collar. “Abby— I need you.” you admitted. She groaned at your words, forehead pressed against yours and mouth dropping as you unzipped her pants.

(twelves days, huh?)

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next part: heaven.

#the last of us fic #abby the last of us #abby tlou2 #abby tlou fic #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson fic #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson lesbian #abby anderson fan fiction #college!abby #f*buddy!abby #fckbuddyabby #abby anderson fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us part 2 #abby x you #muscle mommy abby #the last of us part two #tlou 2 abby

[sunflawyer]

whenever jimmy gets too busy with his cases, he often ignores her. (even though he doesn't want to!) so she tries to remind him of the most important thing in the world — love. 🤎🧡

#sunflower puppy! #better call saul #sunflawyer #jimmy mcgill #oc x canon #self ship #abby cliffwood #oc x canon art #bcs #self insert #SHE'S CLINGY #cuddle buddy forever #jimmy is definitely a cuddly person #⚖️🌻 #self ship art #canon x self insert #f/o community #🧡 mayo's art

[olive-fics]

Abby Anderson x Injured Reader

I need to be held so.. Just some fluff. Uses Y/N and some pet names, Some mentions of blood and a deep cut, Friends with benefits, Abby just kinda taking care of you cus she loooovesss you.. Not proof read.

It was your first patrol back after an incident that left you sidelined for weeks. Abby Anderson, someone you considered more than just an acquaintance, had insisted on being your patrol buddy for this crucial return to duty. . .

Hail hammered against your coat and hat, each icy pellet sent a jolt against your skin, matching the erratic pounding in your chest as you struggled to keep pace through the freezing storm. Abby's grip tightened on your arm to keep you balanced with your limp leg after snagging it on an old fence.

“Damn it, Y/N..” Abby’s voice trembled with a mix of worry and frustration, her breath visible in the frigid air. “It’s your First patrol back your surgery and you’re hurt again.. Base is too far. We have to camp out in this cabin..” Abby’s voice was breathy from the cold breeze and sniffle from her nose.

Her words cut through the howling wind, Together, you stumbled towards the rustic cabin. With every step, the hail seemed to intensify as you slowly inched to the door. You couldn’t help but wince from the sharp, uneasy twinge shooting through your leg.

Abby cautiously eased the door open, her senses alert for any sign of danger, her pistol drawn and ready in case infected had breached the cabin.

“It’s clear.. Let’s get you on that couch..”

The sight matched your imagination: an abandoned, dirty place, its abandonment was clear in the busted up floor boards and dirt along the trim.

"It's better than nothing," you managed, your voice trembling with each syllable, punctuated by the relentless waves of pain surging through your leg. "It’s just for tonight- I'll be alright by morning." Your words strained through the discomfort as you sat down on the filthy chair.

“I think I have a few matches left..Lets get a fire in here..” Abby rummaged through her pocket and grabbed a match, tossing it into the fireplace. Abby let out a low sigh as she focused her attention on you.

"Now, let me take a look at this knee, Angel.”

You couldn’t help but feel flustered by that stupid nickname she called you. She knew it pissed you off but you were in no mood to argue.

"It's nothing," you admitted reluctantly, feeling a pang of vulnerability as Abby rolled up your jeans. “Just... hurts more than I thought..”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you making a fuss about me just rolling up your jeans then?”

You couldn’t argue with that and just let her off with a grumpy sigh.

“I probably just.. pulled a muscle.”

Abby sighed as she saw the Laceration. “Sure thing..”

Abby unzipped her backpack and retrieved a med kit, she pulled out an antibiotic cleaner. With a careful touch, she began to clean the cut.

"It's gonna sting a bit," she warned, her voice gentle yet tinged with concern. "you need to hold my hand or somethin', love?"

You scoffed and looked away not wanting to accept her hand.. when suddenly the stinging was intense and aching throughout your thigh to ankle.

“F-fuck..!” You exclaimed and gripped the couch cushion to try and alleviate some pain.. Nothing worked. Abby’s free hand reached yours gently and she sighed, “Told you, Gotta listen to me more Princess.” 

Whatever..

Abby removed the blood-soaked rag and applied some ointment. She then wrapped a gauze bandage on your cut and sealed it with medical tape. “Don’t get up from this couch until tomorrow morning. And I mean that Y/N.”

You let out a weary groan, adjusting yourself on the couch, using your backpack as a makeshift pillow. The dull ache persisted, and despite the discomfort, you tried to close your eyes to sleep while Abby searched the cabin for supplies and rations.

“There’s a bedroom if you wanna lay in there.” Abby leaned on the door frame to the living room looking down at you on the couch.

"Gods, yes I do," you whined, attempting to rise from the couch when Abby abruptly halted your movement. Her sudden intervention paused your attempt. Her hand rested gently on your shoulder.

"Easy there," Abby's voice was firm. "Let me help."

With a gentle hold, Abby swiftly slid her right hand under your thighs and her left hand under your back, lifting you with ease. Abby's biceps were toned and defined, when picking you up the muscles in her upper arms flexed, revealing a gentle curve.

"Comfortable? Just a few more steps. Easy now Princess.."

You couldn’t help but have that tiredness in your eyelids hit you as soon as you smelled her musky pine soap. The gentle tickle of the end of her braid against your arm was a subtle, soothing touch, each strand brushing lightly and creating a calming sensation. A soft yawn escaped your lips and you shut your eyes, you nestled your head into her shoulder as she lowered you into the little bed.

“Sleepy girl.” Abby laughed quietly and stroked your hair.

“Don’t go..” you whined as Abby started to walk off..

“You want me to stay? Like… in bed with you??”

“Yes.”

Abby couldn't deny that sleepy voice.

Abby slowly crawled into bed next to you. She picked you up and placed you on top of her chest where she cuddled you the rest of the night.

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#lesbian #fanfic #wlw #tlou fic #tlou fanfiction #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #x reader #tlou fluff #fluff #abby x you #abby x reader #the last of us 2 #just girly thoughts #im just a girl

[teastyun]

some spicy Ellie x reader recs 📌

author's note: thanks for the positive response on my recent post!! as a thank you i'd like to share a few Ellie recs <3 I mostly read fics involving Abby so you'll see a few fics by the same author for this one since i'm not big in this spectrum :)

spicy abby recs

One of Your Girls by lovelettersfromluna

ᰔᩚ roommates to lovers - top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ my favourite trope AND cam girl Ellie recording with the reader? 🤯 it hits all the right spots

↬ ALSO,, motorbike girl Ellie?? A DREAM

↬ all three parts were super fun to read because of the author's smooth writing style

Once again, for the first time by lovelettersfromluna

ᰔᩚ best friends to strangers to lovers - top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ from best friends to one-sided love to mourning to lovers UGH

↬ they're so stubborn and dramatic,, loved their tension

Still Alive by lovelettersfromluna

ᰔᩚ best friends to enemies to lovers - top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ as you can tell,, the author makes me fold in half

↬ the banter and jealousy is *chefs kiss*

↬ similar to my last rec, but this one is even more spicy and dramatic 🫨

my sweet girl. by evera-era

ᰔᩚ friends to lovers - top!Ellie, bottom!virgin reader

↬ it's fluffy but spicy at the same time in case you want to read sth more softer

↬ the author has such a romantic writing style,, i couldn't stop smiling while reading 🥺

save a horse, ride a cowboy by catfern

ᰔᩚ top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ Alexa play ride by Sir Mix-A-Lot

↬ dom Ellie AND the strap game on point 😩

Ellie with a breeding kink by seattlesellie

ᰔᩚ top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ if my partner asks what i wanna do next imma pull this post up OOPS

f**k you. by evera-era

ᰔᩚ enemies to fuck buddies? - top!Ellie, bottom!reader

↬ Ellie is mean af but the hate sex>>>

↬ and the ✂️ UGHhhh

thanks for reading <;33

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[hardstraykidshours]

hi besties

all i want in my life is more dom felix because all im seeing is sub felix and i cant get into it when i have no dominant bones in my body. i give you free reign to write anything ever i just want a dom felix and a sub reader 🙏🙏

thank you i love you

bestie bestie bestie bestie bestie...when i saw this request i immediately started doing some major brainstorming. we have never really written a dom felix piece before, so i put my thinking cap on for this one because i wanted it to be absolute perfection for you.

and oh boy when the idea hit me there was no stopping me. and of course in the least shocking turn of events i got carried away, and it ended up being wayyyyy longer than i originally thought. but anywho! i hope you really like what i came up with for you!!!

❤️ abbie & courtney

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pairing: felix x afab!reader

genre: smut, some fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 2.2k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, dom!felix, sub!reader, dirty talk, degradation if you squint, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), creampie, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

you groan while rolling over onto your stomach, hand blindly fumbling across the other side as you seek out felix's warmth. when all you're met with is rumbled sheets, another groan escapes you, disappointed that your favorite snuggle buddy is nowhere to be found. 

but then the wafting smell of waffles and bacon reaches you and your head pops up from the bed, your disappointment over his absence quickly replaced with excitement. he's making you breakfast? god, you love this man. 

you pull yourself out of bed and glance around before grabbing felix's shirt from where it was discarded on the floor last night. throwing it over your head and rubbing your eyes in an effort to wake yourself up further, you head out to the kitchen. 

"good morning, sleepy head!" felix chirps when he hears the bedroom door close, his back facing you as he continues cooking. 

"you made breakfast," you murmur, voice still laced with sleep. you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing a soft kiss against his bare spine before leaning your cheek on his warm back. 

"of course! i have to make sure my lil' sunshine is well fed. especially after all that exertion from last night." he throws wink and a sly smirk over his shoulder and you can't the blush that creeps up your neck as thoughts of last night flash through your head. 

your fingers intertwined in felix's as he went down on you for what felt like hours.

him with his head thrown back, pupils blown with pleasure as you tortured his body with your hands and mouth. 

you riding him senseless, legs starting to shake as he pulled yet another orgasm from you body. 

him pulling out just before he finished and painting your chest with his cum. 

you feel your panties getting wetter with ever passing thought and you have to fight the urge to rub your thighs together. 

felix doesn't notice the change that's come over you, he just continues on finishing up breakfast. you move to sit on a stool behind the counter while he serves up the food and then you eat together, him leaning against the counter across from you, talking about his plans for the day between bites of food. 

when you both are done he starts gathering the dishes and putting them in the sink. you quickly interject. "oh, let me do that. you made breakfast so i'll wash the dishes." 

"it's alright sunshine, i can do them. it's really no big--" his words die off in his mouth as you round the counter and he really notices what you're wearing for the first time this morning. his t-shirt that you grabbed from the floor in your sleepy haze this morning hangs loosely across your frame, the hem hitting you mid-thigh. you don't miss the way his eyes rake over you hungrily or the way his throat rolls as he swallows thickly. "what are you wearing?" his words come out in a rasp, his voice suddenly deeper than it was just moments before.

"your shirt..." you say, a hint of confusion in your tone as you wonder over the sudden drastic change in his demeanor. it's like this is the first time he's seen you not wearing pants in the morning, which is odd considering it's a pretty regular occurrence for you. in fact, most of the time, you're wearing much smaller shirts that cover a lot less. 

"why?" you're taken aback by the almost accusatory tone in his voice and you start to fiddle with the hem of the short, suddenly nervous. 

"sorry, it was just the first thing i grabbed off the floor this morning. i didn't think you'd mind. sorry, i can go change." 

"no, no, no. i'm sorry," he rushes the words out, shaking his head as if trying to clear it. "i didn't mean it like that, it's just..... it's just that you've never worn one of my shirts before." 

"what? of course i've worn your shirts before, i--" you stop when the realization hits you. "oh my god, you're right." 

"yeah.....so i was just a little surprised to see you in it." he takes a small step towards you, his gaze darkening. "very pleasantly surprised i might add."

"yeah?" 

another step closer. "yes. very much so." 

your eyes flicker down to the outline of the growing bulge in his sweats and realization dawns on you. oh. oh.

something about seeing you wearing his clothes, wearing only his clothes, makes a possessive urge start to burn through felix. he wants to claim you, needs to mark you. he doesn’t think he can go another second without having you, without reminding you, him, and the whole world that you are his and he is yours.

"panties off. now." his words come out low and gruff, the tone sending sparks of arousal through your veins.

you quickly oblige with his request and then reach for the hem of the shirt, assuming he wants you naked. but his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist as you start to slide the shirt up. 

"did i tell you to take that off?" 

you swallow thickly and shake your head, too shocked by his behavior to form actual words. felix is always gentle and sweet in the bedroom. he has never ordered you around like this before, and something about the firm look on his face and the barked commands has heat flooding your system. you are quickly realizing you like it when he takes control. a lot. 

you let go of the hem of the shirt, letting it fall back down your frame and he nods briskly, a small smile touching his lips. “good girl.” as the short statement leaves his lips and causes your arousal to skyrocket even further, he steps closer. instinctively you take a step back. you’re not afraid of him, in fact you feel quite the opposite, but something about his sudden domineering behavior is throwing your world off center. he takes another slow step towards you, and then another, a sly smirk rising to his face as you retreat further until you bump against the counter behind you. 

he plants his hands on either side of you, tilting his head slightly to lean in closer and whisper in your ear. “seeing you in my shirt makes me want to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

a shiver rolls through you at his words, goosebumps breaking out across your skin. he doesn’t miss the reaction, and when he presses his lips to your neck, you can feel the way he smiles against you. 

your head tips back as he starts to work your throat with his mouth, nipping and suckling along the sensitive flesh until your panties are absolutely soaked with your desperation for him. his hands move to your waist, slowly sliding down until he’s gripping the back of your thighs. he lifts you and your hands fly to his arms to stabilize yourself. you feel his arms flex beneath your grip, the muscles rippling in your hold as he moves you until you’re perched on the edge of the counter. 

once you’re settled, his hands move from your hips to your inner thighs, slowly separating them until you’re completely spread for him. the movement causes the shirt to bunch up around your waist and his eyes dip to your pussy, gaze darkening further as he takes in the way you’re glistening with arousal. 

“just look at the pretty cunt of yours,” he says while slowly dragging his fingers through your folds. you mewl at the contact, subconsciously rolling your hips toward his hand, desperate for more. “absolutely soaked and needy for me. all for me.”

“yes, lix!” you gasp when his thumb grazes over your clit. “all for you, just for you.”

he slowly kneels before you, withdrawing his hand from your pussy to spread you further for him. he glances up at you for a moment, gaze filled with lust, before diving in, his tongue instantly devouring you like a man starved. you cry out at the sudden overwhelming pleasure, your hand moving to bury your fingers in his hair. you barely make contact with the silky strands before his hand blindly flies up, grasping your wrist and moving it back to the counter. 

“no touching until i say so," he murmurs against your pussy, the words vibrating against your core.

you let out a whine in protest, desperate to touch him, to feel him beneath your fingertips as he pulls an orgasm from your body. but, you comply with his request, eager to please. his mouth returns to your core, tongue tracing through your folds teasingly. your hands stay planted on the counter, but you try to buck your hips into his mouth, desperate for more. he instantly shuts down your attempt, one of his hands moving to hold your hips firmly in place. he grunts a simple “no” against your pussy as he continues to eat you out, tongue lazily lapping at you.

he continues on at his teasing pace for what seems like an eternity, immediately stopping any of your efforts to get more contact. he may be the one on his knees for you, but you are ever at his mercy.

after what feels like forever of him getting you so worked up you think you might just die, he finally picks up his pace. he starts flicking his tongue rapidly across your clit and your knuckles whiten as you grip the edge of the counter harder. you have to force yourself to not reach out for him, trying your hardest to comply with his demands.

but then you feel his fingers enter you, curling to hit you just right as he pumps them in and out of you and you feel your mind go blank. in only a few moments you crash over the edge into bliss, thighs quivering as you come hard against his tongue. he continues to work your pussy while you orgasm, pulling every last drop of pleasure from your body that he possibly can.

only after you finishing coming and start to come back to reality do you realize that your fingers are entangled in felix’s hair, one of your legs now draped across his shoulder instead of spread on the counter. he slowly reaches up to grab your hands, pulling them down from his head. 

“i thought i said no touching. but apparently, someone can’t follow even simple instructions.”

before you can even fully process what’s happening, you feel yourself being picked up off the counter and being carried down the hall. he drops you onto the bed before climbing on top of you, one hand moving to push his sweats down enough to free his aching cock.

he kisses you deeply while aligning himself with your entrance, teasing you with his dick. “i’m going to fuck you now, but since you can’t keep your hands to yourself, i suppose i’m going to have to help you.” he captures your wrists in one hand and pins them to the bed above you, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “ready for me baby?”

unable to forms words you simply let out a desperate moan in response, the sound transforming into a gasp as he thrusts into you deeply. he starts fucking you hard, one hand keeping your wrists captive, while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. he keeps up an absolutely relentless pace until your mind goes completely blank, every cell in your body focused only on the intense pleasure felix is bringing you with every snap of his hips. 

just when you think you can’t possibly take it any longer, his hips start to stutter in their rhythm. he releases your hands to reach down between the two of you, rubbing quick circles against your clit. you feel his cock start to throb inside of you and he buries his head into your shoulder, panting as he starts to come. all it takes is a few more flicks of his thumb and thrusts of his hips before you join him in bliss, your vision going white as your orgasm crashes through you. you curse and moan wildly as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body, continuing on long after felix stops moving. he remains still, reveling in the acute sensation of your pussy rippling around his spent dick, pulling even more pleasure from his body than he thought possible.

finally, you come down from your high with a heaving breath, panting as you try to come back to reality. he pulls out and flops onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you while you both lie in silence for a few moments.

“i’m sorry if that was a little intense,” he murmurs sheepishly as he pulls you even closer. “i don’t know what came over me.”

“it was intense, that’s for sure. but i definitely liked it.” you reply, snuggling deeper into his chest. “like wow, i don't think i've come quite that hard in a long time.”

“yeah?” you can hear the smile in his tone, and you nod against him in response. “i think it was the shirt. something about seeing you in my shirt, in only my shirt, just made me lose my mind.”

“well if that's the case, do you have any more shirts i could borrow?”

#felix smut #felix imagines #felix x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #felix #lee felix #stray kids #afab reader #felix oneshots #stray kids onshots #ask #request #sensitiveandhungry #mine #minors shoo #hard stray kids hours #ask: hyunjin hasn't left the dance studio

[welcome-to-sparkys]

[My] Fanon Ness

I must stress that this was helped made possible by @raglansragdoll Please give them love too!!! Also I know I have requests I'm working on them ^^;;

Full Name: Ness Wilhelm Scott

Age: 23 years old

Birthday: June 26, 1977

Gender: Genderqueer gay man (very closeted and internalized transphobia beginning of story | also period accuracy he wouldn't really state it this way, modern times he'd def have neos and such but that be an au)

Pronouns: He/Him

World building under the cut!

Ness is an absolute nerd. He's currently in college getting his master's degree in business, minor in theatre. He's been working at Sparky's since his freshman year of college to help pay student loans and such. He lives in a quaint, cramped apartment downtown near his college. He likes his coworkers, the gossipy waitresses, and his manager. He's never met the owner, though (🐇).

He loves to be in-the-know. He eavesdrops constantly at work, and it's honestly the best place to gather bits and bobs about the local townsfolk, cryptids, and other oddities. With his flamboyant nature and such a small town, he's also well-known and trusted. The grannies who come every Sunday after church services, crochet, and tip well trade tea for knowing about his personal life. Got a girlfriend yet? How's that degree going? How's your parents?

Though he's stuck his nose where it isn't supposed to be, plenty of times. Back when he was 19, him and a few buddies broke into their school's boiler room because rumor was it's haunted and had a skull of a pilgrim girl. Needless to say, that wasn't true, just a theory even, and he spent the night in the county jail. He's gotten more discreet since then, now preferring to work alone.

He heard about Freddy's soon after and became obsessed. He asked anyone and everyone who would listen about the place. Who owned it? Why did it shut down? After a few months, he started putting some details together. Five children missing so close to the place shutting down, their bodies never found? He could smell a theory brewing.

He's the reason William had to start frequently hiring security guards. Vanessa was usually enough to ensure his prized possession didn't get vandalized or broken into. Well... Until Ness got involved. At first, the gate wasn't even locked. It was just some simple chain. Then he learned how to lockpick. Once the padlock was put in place he "borrowed" the note with instructions from a late security guard.

He always wanted to snag something from the pizzeria. He brought his camera he bought through saving tips and snapped photos of literally everything. He once left with a shard of glass from a pinball machine, but he then got weird feelings about the animatronics. He took notes. After a few months he had several notebooks full of his scribbles, photos, and bits of rubble or memorabilia. His little pencil topper he actually stole from the prize counter inside the pizzeria and is his favorite find.

It got a lot more difficult once Mike got involved. Mike caught him the first night, interrogated him, and threw him out. It didn't deter Ness, and in fact it relit the spark that had started to fizzle out. He grew more determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. He started a blog, documenting his theories and thoughts online. It didn't gain much steam, but he had a few fans from around the country.

Boy was it awkward when Mike came into the diner the first time. Ness hid, for the first time ever, in the back. It worried his coworkers because he wasn't one to avoid meeting someone new. Quite the opposite. Ness did peek, once, only to be met by Mike's ragged, sleep-deprived glare.

They didn't talk the first few times, but Abby was fascinated by Ness. Her "friends" were too, telling her that they recognized the waiter. She demanded and begged Mike to take her to the run down diner again and again, and eventually he obliged.

Eventually, the two warmed up to each other.

Ness went with Mike during the Climax of the film. Vanessa still makes an appearance and gets stabbed, but she's more a background character. Ness, Mike, and Abby get out of the crumbling building by the skin of their noses.

Mike and Abby become regulars, even having "their" table. Ness knows their order by heart, and always has something new to share with Abby.

And then securitywaiter :3

My AO3 | Masterlist

#sorry the ending is a little rushed #im disabled sick and went to the doctor today #im a little drained #but i love this and finally have my ideas written down somewhat #working on ness and mike having a kid lol #divider/banner is by @cafekitsune #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #securitywaiter #mike schmidt #dreamtheory #ness the waiter #mike x ness #ness the waiter fnaf #ness headcanon #fanon #ness fanon

[annasinterests]

don't look at me like that unless you mean it

seasons don’t fear the reaper ♫ nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain

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a/n: hello hello hello!!!! i am crawling back from the trenches to update for this series!!! i've gotten a few comments here and there of people telling me how much they've enjoyed it so far which has made my heart grow 3x bigger. thank you to everyone who has been so patient with me and still following along <3 y'all mean the world to me!!!! enjoy buddies <3

word count: 1.3k (for good reason i promise)

pairings: joel miller x f!reader

warnings & tags: minors dni, abby's group pov, direct consequence of the last chapter, swearing, lots of tension!, depictions of violence, whatever you know of TLOU part II- throw it out the window from here forward — please tell me if i missed anything!

The gas station stood under the muted glow of the moon, its once-red sign now an overgrown relic, its letters lacking the shiny luster they had decades ago. The windows were boarded up with rotten wood, and the interior had been stripped down to its very foundation. It was the best refuge offered in the miles they trekked– the only, really.

Abby stormed across the linoleum floors, the rubber soles of her boots striking with an angry cadence, one maintained from the moments they stopped running. She carelessly slung her pack off her shoulders, letting it land haphazardly on the side, and drove her knife into the countertop. Planting her hands to steady herself, she murmured curses under her breath, a volatile symphony of emotions reverberating in the stale air.

The others trailed behind her, one attempting to make themselves inconspicuous by being the last– a futile effort given the charged atmosphere.

"Couldn't think of a name that didn't start with the same letter as your own?" Abby's voice cut through the silence, her anger evident even without turning to face her target.

Mel avoided looking at her hunched figure. The tension between them had been going on for months, and this was certainly the breaking point. Abby had been set on one mission for years, and all it took was five minutes for Mel to screw up. Your escape forced them fleeing farther than Abby preferred, dismantling their camp in haste and running until they felt some semblance of safety over the border into Idaho.

Embarrassment colored Mel's face as she weakly rationalized her guilt, "I told you it wasn't a good idea to begin with."

Abby scoffed and rolled her eyes, a sardonic smile curling on her lips, "What you should've told me was that you're totally fucking incapable. Would've been crystal clear, then."

Mel swallowed hard, feeling Abby's rage descend upon her like a palpable force. Glancing at the others, most avoiding eye contact due to their own discomfort, Mel crossed her arms and tried to find the courage to defend herself once more.

"I did my best."

"Well your best wasn't good enough," Abby retorted without missing a beat, finally turning to face Mel. The moonlight streamed through the cracks of the boards just enough to illuminate the intensity of her glare and furrowed brows.

It was clear that Nora and Manny's sentiments aligned with Abby's, yet they chose silence over confrontation. Jordan and Nick, perpetually indifferent, remained on the fringe, more interested in the thrill of hunting and hurting enemies rather than the unfolding of drama within their group.

"Listen, what's done is done, alright?" Owen placed his hand on Nora's back, an action that sent a pang of jealousy through Abby's stomach. She eyed them both with disgust and forced herself to swallow down the brewing nausea. "Now, our best bet is to head back to Seattle. We can regroup–"

"Se- What?" Abby's eyes widened at the suggestion. "No– We're not-"

"We don't have a choice," he cut her off and took a step towards her, concern evident on his features.

"The hell we don't!" Her voice thundered. "We're not going back!"

"You're being reckless!" Owen snapped back with an accusatory finger, "We can't afford-"

"Four years!" Abby seethed, her frustration pouring out, "Four fucking years, gone to shit because of her!"

Owen's jaw clenched, tired of the constant hostility towards Mel. "You're looking at a whole town to go after us, you know that, right?"

She pressed her lips into a thin line.

"What then, Abby? You wanna start a war with these people, is that it?" His voice raised with each word. "We can barely keep up with the Scars!"

The weight of the past bore down on Abby, her blind rage and need for retribution chaotically clashing with the pragmatic choice he presented, one that resonated with the others as they too recognized the impracticality of her rage.

Her clenched fists trembled at her sides, torn between her relentless pursuit of revenge and going about it all sensibly. She would've almost agreed with him– almost– if it hadn't been for the small voice that came from behind him.

"He's right."

The room plunged into a deafening silence, the air undeniably thick with tension now more than ever. Mel's figure was almost entirely shielded by Owen at this point, her provocation igniting an instant outrage.

Abby's features darkened and she ripped her knife from the counter, raising it as she stormed towards Mel. How dare she? It was bad enough that she embodied a constant reminder of everything Abby and Owen could've been, but now she had the audacity to defy Abby despite being the one responsible for this entire mess?

Owen caught her arm and she lunged against his hold with a powerful shout, "Fuck you!"

He pushed Abby back just enough to create distance, opening his mouth to speak but only being met with a forceful shove and resounding slap. "And fuck you, too!"

Abby's chest heaved as she backed up and glared between the two; one a former friend, the other a former lover– both nothing more than traitors to her now. She scoffed and shook her head, swiftly turning on her heel to retreat through a backroom and subsequent door outside. Manny exchanged a quick look with Nora before slowly trailing after her, while Owen watched her storm out with an apathetic expression and a loose arm wrapped around Mel in a half-assed attempt of consoling her.

Outside, Abby leaned against the cool brick of the building, her skin radiating a heat that would surely be more welcomed in the winter versus now. The bitter taste of frustration lingered in her mouth and it seemed like nothing could soothe the tumult within, not even the loud buzzing and ticking of insects around could snap her out of it.

She slid down the wall until she hit the ground with a soft thud and rubbed her hands over her face. She felt so much all at once– anger, grief, sorrow, resentment. This was all she could think about, all that she worked so hard for, only for it to be ruined. She couldn't fathom being forced to take ten steps back when she was so close to ending this nightmare.

Quietly, Manny joined her side. Her leveled counterpart, the one that could ground her when she was too close from flying off the handles. At one point in time, Owen had been that for her, but it ended long ago– back when he still believed in this mission, when he still believed in them.

Manny understood Abby's turmoil well– hell, he harbored the same resentment. He figured him to be another asshole left in this world to begin with, but the belief was solidified once he broke Abby's heart.

However, he also recognized the necessity of unity.

"Abs..." His tone was soft, "you know I've got your back, right?"

She shifted slightly, nodding and meeting his eyes. "And you know I hate Owen just as much as you do... fuckin’ idiot seems to forget these two are the reason we winded up here, but–”

Abby gave him a pointed look, to which he defensively held a hand up, "Maybe we should go back to Seattle."

All Abby could muster was a half-hearted scoff before Manny spoke again, "I know it's not what you want– but now they know, and now they'll be expecting… Think of it as a chance to make no mistakes next time."

She looked back down between her knees, reluctantly acknowledging the wisdom in his words with a nod. She sighed, her shoulders easing a bit of tension, "We were so close, Manny."

"I know, Abs," he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his voice carrying the weight of shared disappointment. With a gentle jostle, he infused a touch of optimism reserved for moments like this, "But listen... Just when they think we're gone, we'll be right under their noses, yeah?"

The thought was enough to make her crack a smile.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fic #tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #annasmasterlist #anna writes

[myhauntedsalem]

9 Terrifying American Murder Houses

From Amityville Horror to Jeffrey Dahmer’s one-bedroom, these murder houses are home to some truly brutal murders.

9. THE AMITYVILLE HORROR HOUSE 112 OCEAN AVE, AMITYVILLE, NY

When the deal is too good, start asking questions. In 1975, George and Kathy Lutz bought this sprawling Dutch Colonial on the south shore of Long Island at a bargain rate. The reason for the discounted price tag? Just 13 months earlier, previous resident Ronald “Butch” DeFeo slaughtered his parents and four younger siblings while they slept in their beds. It didn’t take long for the weirdness to begin. Demonic voices, oozing walls, cloven hoof prints in the snow. The Lutz family lasted just two months before fleeing 112 Ocean Avenue in the night.

8. THE HEX MURDER HOUSE REHMEYERS HOLLOW RD, SHREWSBURY, PA

In 1928, John Blymire was convinced a reclusive neighbor named Nelson Rehmeyer had put a hex upon him. Believing the only way to break the curse was to track down Rehmeyer’s spell book and set it ablaze, Blymire rallied two buddies for a late-night visit. While the gang never found the book, they did find Rehmeyer whom they murdered and mutilated before setting his body on fire. In 2007, an effort was made to open the Hex House to the public, but the plan was eventually scrapped.

7. MOORE FAMILY AXE MURDER HOUSE 508 E 2ND ST, VILLISCA, IA

On a cool summer night in 1912 someone broke into this peaceful Iowa homestead and bludgeoned all six family members plus two houseguests with an axe. The horrific scene was discovered the following morning by a concerned neighbor. Numerous suspects were named in the case including a traveling minister and State Senator Frank F. Jones. Nevertheless, the murder remains unsolved.

6. KREISCHER MANSION 4500 ARTHUR KILL RD, STATEN ISLAND, NY

German entrepreneur Balthasar Kreischer built this sprawling mansion in 1885 as a symbol of his success in the brick making business. The good times were short-lived. By 1894, his company had crumbled and his youngest son had shot himself in the head. The decaying mansion sat empty for years until its groundskeeper used the property for a mob hit in 2005. Joseph Young strangled and stabbed his target before finally drowning the man in a garden pool. Young then hacked up the body and burned it in the mansion’s incinerator.

5. LIZZIE BORDEN HOUSE 230 2ND ST, FALL RIVER, MA

On August 4, 1892 Andrew Borden was thrashed with a hatchet while he dozed on the couch of his parlor. Andrew’s second wife Abby met an equally grisly end in the upstairs bedroom. While everyone in Fall River suspected daughter Lizzie of the crime, the local judge remained unconvinced. She was tried and acquitted of the murder one year later. Oddly, the home is now a successful bed & breakfast.

4. MANSON FAMILY MURDER HOUSE 10050 CIELO DRIVE, LOS ANGELES, CA

In 1969, members of the Manson Family shocked the nation when they broke into this L.A. estate and slaughtered Sharon Tate along with four other victims. The murderers wrote pig in blood across the front door. Numerous residents have since called 10050 Cielo Drive home including musician Trent Reznor, who recorded THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL there. In 1994, the original structure was razed and replaced with a new mansion, currently occupied by the creator of FULL HOUSE.

3. JEFFREY DAHMER’S APARTMENT 924 NORTH 25TH ST, APT 213, MILWAUKEE, WI

Cannibal killer Jeffrey Dahmer lured numerous victims to his nondescript one-bedroom, where he drugged and dismembered them in a brutal campaign of murder. Severed limbs were packed in the freezer for future consumption; torsos were dumped in a vat of acid. Police finally arrested Dahmer in 1991 after one of his prisoners managed to escape. The entire apartment building was torn down shortly thereafter.

2. JOHN WAYNE GACY’S HOUSE 8213 SUMMERDALE AVE, CHICAGO, IL

It’s always good to know your neighbors especially if you suspect them of murder. John Wayne Gacy buried dozens of bodies in the basement and backyard of his suburban home while neighbors casually went about their day. When Gacy’s wife complained of a putrid smell, Gacy blamed it on dead mice. By the time police nabbed the infamous killer clown and excavated his 8213 Summerdale Ave property, they uncovered 29 bodies.

1. GARDETTE-LAPRETE HOUSE 1240 BURGUNDY ST, NEW ORLEANS, LA

In the late 1830s, plantation owner Jean LePrete leased his French Quarter Greek Revival to a mysterious man from Turkey. The renter, known only as The Sultan had more than a few roommates. He arrived with a massive entourage of eunuchs and concubines. The house quickly became known for its lavish parties, with music and revelry carrying on into the night. One morning, a passerby noticed 1240 Burgundy was eerily quiet. Then he spotted blood seeping out of the door. When authorities entered, they found everyone inside had been murdered and dismembered. As for The Sultan? He was buried alive in the courtyard. To this day, the case remains unsolved.

#9 Terrifying American Murder Houses #ghost and hauntings #paranormal #haunted locations #ghost and spirits #haunted salem #myhauntedsalem #paranormal phenomena #ghosts #spirits #murder houses #axe murders #haunted #hauntings #haunting #supernatural

[spaceprincessem]

f&f?

hi diana!!!!!

this is my on going fast and furious 911/buddie au. i recently just re-watched fate of the furious (fast 8) and wrote a few buddie scenes for fun based off the movie. here's one of the scenes i did

Eddie’s chest heaves as he watches Jonah fall to the ground. His grip on the briefcase loosens briefly as Abby tells him good job and to get out of there. He only has a second to breathe before the suitcase is ripped right from his hands. Panic flares in his chest as he catches Buck taking off down an alleyway. “Buck!” He yells, frozen as Abby says in his earpiece, What are you going to do about it, Eddie? He swallows hard and takes off after Buck. He can’t let Buck get away, but he doesn’t know how else he’s supposed to get the briefcase back. Hurting Buck isn’t an option. He can’t bring himself to do that after all the pain he’s caused. “Buck!” He says desperately, “Stop!” He raises his gun in the air and fires off two warning shots. He watches as Buck flinches, stumbling to a stop. He slowly turns to face Eddie and Eddie can feel the way his heart explodes from his chest, pulling pulling pulling towards the only thing he’s ever truly wanted. Buck looks wrecked, but determined as he stares Eddie down with those gorgeous baby blue eyes that have always looked at Eddie like he’s the most amazing thing in the world. “I don’t know why you’re doing this, Eds.” He says hurt and confused and so many other things that Eddie wants to sooth. “But I know that you love me,” he continues with so much convocation that Eddie aches, “and you are not going to shoot me.” Eddie wants to close the distance between them. He wants to press Buck against the wall and kiss him like their lives depend on it. He wants to touch Buck, hands itching with the primal need to feel his skin against Buck’s. He wants to lick hot in Buck’s mouth and swallow all the beautiful sounds he knows Buck would make. He wants to beg Buck for forgiveness, drop to his knees, and kiss away all of the suffering he’s caused.  He wants Buck to chase away the taste of Abby and blood and betrayal from his lips. He wants to tell Buck that he loves him. That Eddie belongs to him and that he belongs to Eddie.  Always and forever. He doesn’t do any of that, though. He just lets Buck walk away and stares up at the security camera knowing that Abby has seen everything. A few seconds later he hears Buck’s grunt of pain and Josh’s voice from around the corner. “I won’t chase you,” Josh says. Eddie blindly follows the sound, the click of a gun igniting a fire in his veins. He has his gun against Josh’s temple at the same time Josh points his gun right at Buck’s head. “You willing to die for it?” Eddie growls, finger steady on the trigger. Josh tries to pull the case from Buck, but he doesn’t give it up, staring Josh down instead with that same determination that Eddie knows will get him killed. But Eddie isn’t going to let that happen. Not on his fucking life. “Buck,” he says, like a warning. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the moment where Buck gives in. His face shutters and he lets go of the briefcase, tears pooling in his lashes.  “Okay, then,” Josh huffs, “let’s go.” Josh bumps past Eddie’s shoulder, but Eddie can’t take his eyes off of Buck. They stare at each other for one heated second and Eddie wants to tell him so many things. The urge to pull Buck close to him is so fucking strong that it physically hurts when Eddie walks away.  The sound of Buck’s quiet, heartbroken sob nearly breaks Eddie in two.

i have brainrot so bad whenever i watch these movies i swear

#buddie #buddie wip #fast and furious #911

[absgay]

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ “I don’t see no point in blaming you, If I were you I’d do me too.” ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

word counts: 1,2K.

“Something about me, got you hooked on my body. Take you over and under and twisted up like origami.”

warnings: 18+ minors dni, grammar, f*buddy!abby, college!abby, some angst, jealousy, toxic? idk, smut.

next part here: hart to get.

Abby sighed peacefully as she watched you search for your clothes with satisfaction. It shouldn’t have happened, not again. But it’s always been complicated, you couldn’t resist her. “It won’t happen, ever again…” you said. “We were supposed to talk.”

Abby chuckled and sat down against the headboard, all sweaty and breathless. “You don’t have to leave right away.” She looked outrageously good, standing by the bed and putting on some boxers. “We’ve already had this conversation two weeks ago.”

“It’s different this time.” you responded, eyes bright and cheeks still flushed. “I’m trying to move— Listen, I’m seeing someone who’s really nice to me and I won’t let anyone ruin it.” Abby scoffed, unconvinced. “It’s over.”

“Sure…” Abby mumbled, approaching you. “You should’ve thought about that thirty minutes ago.” you sighed. “Come on— Don’t you think it’s cute how we always end up having sex, it’s almost an addiction.”

And there it was: Abby Anderson’s damn cocky smirk. You hated it as much as you secretly loved it. The blond seemed too amused, increasing your annoyance as you looked away, searching for something else to focus on rather than the woman’s abs.

“It’s over, Abby.” you repeated quietly. “I mean it.” You sounded unsure, tormented by your own words as you looked back at her beautiful face. “We can’t see each other anymore, we shouldn’t—” Abby’s eyes narrowed, hands reaching to grab yours. “Please— Don’t.”

Abby frowned as you pulled away. “Who is it?” You could feel the woman’s sudden irritation and frustration growing towards you as she waited, arms crossed. “Tell me!”

“It’s none of your business.” Abby nodded, threateningly. “We’re not together, you’ve made it clear, many times. I don’t owe you shit.” you trembled as she stared at you silently.

She chuckled. “You’re gonna have to explain to your little girlfriend how you ended up with a brand new hickey.” you glanced at the sensitive bruise in the mirror and rolled your eyes. “Don’t even start, because I don’t recall you complaining about it earlier today. In fact, you were begging me to fuck you—”

“Seriously? You’re insufferable!” you groaned embarrassedly and headed straight to the exit. You had one weakness: her. Obviously, Abby knew about it and never missed an opportunity to remind it to you.

She reacted immediately, right hand leaning on the wooden door as you tried to open it, slamming it shut. She moved it down to your wrist, spinning you around to look at you with concern.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked quietly. “Oh— Don't you remember what happened to you, the last time you tried to run away from me? At this party, in the bathroom?” Abby radiated so much confidence, insolence and charm. She didn’t even know how much it affected you, thank god. “Shit— You came so hard on my fingers, you couldn’t even walk properly afterwards…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you responded, flustered and annoyed, glancing at the woman’s mouth. Of course you remembered, the suffocating heat and the obscenities still fresh in your mind. “Jesus— Fuck you.” you murmured, craving the blond’s touch again. She looked too good, too sinful to be true.

Abby smiled. “Beg me.” She wanted to give in as much as you. It was consuming, almost unbearable. You stared at each other with need, too stubborn to let the other one win. “Do you really think anyone else could fuck you this good?” You felt weak and vulnerable as you stumbled back into the door like an idiot. “Tell me.” Abby leaned forward, trapping you against it. “Come on— Answer me.” she murmured near your ear.

“I—” you swallowed hard, throat dry. “We hooked up.” you admitted timidly. The blond frowned and snorted, confused. “I hooked up with her…”

“You did not—” Abby huffed, teeth clenched. The blond’s eyes hardened and narrowed into slits as she stared at you with disappointment. How could anyone else see such a vulnerable side of you? You belonged to her. “You fucked someone else!” she shouted, stomach twisted in jealousy.

“Come on— Are we really gonna pretend you haven’t been messing around with anyone else behind my back ever since we started to hook up?” you asked. “When we first met, you had a different woman in your bed every single—”

“Tell me.” Abby demanded. “How was it? Did you enjoy it?” The bitterness and the undeniable tension turned you on. Usually, you were the jealous and possessive one. You’ve had to sit and watch Abby flirt with an enormous amount of women for the past months, it’s the blond’s turn now. “Let me guess, it didn’t feel as good as it does with me? So— That’s why you decided to come here tonight, because no one understands your body better than I do.”

You chuckled at the woman’s assumptions, in denial. It wasn’t bad but not great either, the real problem was that you had thought about Abby the entire time. She was right, it was an addiction. She lived in your mind rent free, constantly obstructing your thoughts and feelings on a daily basis. It pissed you off.

“It drives you nuts, doesn’t it?” Abby huffed and smirked, she enjoyed your audacity way too much. “I mean— Think about it, I had sex with someone else, someone else touched me.” Abby remained silent, delighted as she pictured herself spanking the attitude out of you. “Someone else made me scream, made me theirs—”

Abby hummed as you moaned pathetically, the blond’s hand wrapped tightly around your throat. She loved how miserable you looked in this exact moment, only for her. “Watch your mouth…” Abby warned as she pulled it closer to hers. “Or I’ll shut it down myself.”

“Like she did.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that, maybe you went too far, on purpose. As soon as the words left your mouth, something switched inside Abby. The conversation turned into a heated argument which led to an animalistic make out session: skin flushed and bruised, curses and obscene ideas shared as she pressed you against the sheets once again. Abby held the headboard with one hand and slammed into you hard and fast, the blond’s messy braid falling to the side.

“Shit— Abby.” you moaned between choked breaths, Abby’s hand moving to your thigh and holding it tight as you wrapped your legs around the woman’s waist.

“Look at you— So beautiful and all spread out for me.” she said and slowed down. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?” And then, she almost lost control as you whined with pleading eyes, wanting more. “Holy shit— You’re gonna be a good girl and let me ruin this pussy all night, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” you moaned in pure bliss. “Please— Abby.”

Jesus Christ, Abby was gone. She wanted to eat you alive, she had never felt so attracted to someone before: you looked like an angel with the nastiest mind ever and she loved it so much. You screamed and wrapped your arms around her broad shoulders as she slammed deeper and deeper into you. You pulled the woman’s warm chest against yours, your swollen lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

Shit, it definitely wasn’t over between you two.

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#abby anderson #abby anderson fic #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #abby x fem!reader #abby tlou #the last of us part two #abby tlou2 #tlou2 fic #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #abby tlou fic #abby anderson lesbian #abby anderson fanfiction #abby anderson blurb #abby anderson the last of us 2 #fckbuddyabby #abby x reader #the last of us part 2 #abby x you #muscle mommy abby #the last of us fic #tlou 2 abby #college!abby

[satashiiwrites]

F it Friday writing/from a fic i’m totally definitely not writing

I have to go to a work party tonight (joy) but i’m procrastinating by putting this scene down as it’s been stuck in my head. 

For the record… i now have three scenes half-written… and it’s one each from Mass Effect 1, Mass Effect 2 and Mass Effect 3.  

Goddamnit plot bunny…. Can’t you give me a break??

Title: The First Spectre (aka previously known as untitled 911/Mass Effect space opera slowburn) a chapter somewhere in the back third of the story that would fit in ME3 if you’re keeping track. Might end up have ME1=the first spectre, ME2=Spectre Reborn and ME3=The Second Spectre…. But who knows.  

Fandom: 911, Mass Effect Trilogy

Pairing: endgame Buddie (MShenko equivalent).  Assume anything else is fair game until we hit ME3 territory because i’m totally making Taylor into Miranda and Abby is going to be Liara.

Tags/warnings: i’m still not committing to writing this monster length fic(and I do mean monster length if I go for it—like 600k of the slowest of slow burns).  In the meantime i’m evidently writing a beginning, a divorce-era horizon disaster, and can clearly picture the catalyst firing/’don’t leave me behind’ scene in all its angsty goodness and now i’m adding the actual ‘i’m here to help you relax scene. Author may be in deep trouble.  First draft with zero editing done.  Assume Eddie=Kaidan Alenko and Buck=MShep.  

Tagging because they asked @shortsighted-owl​, @monsterrae1​ @ajunerose​ @alyxmastershipper​  If you would like to be tagged for any updates or snippets from this one please let me know.

This scene inspired by this MShenko scene

To Eddie’s surprise, the door opens before he can knock or ask MADDIE to let Buck know he’s outside.  Buck almost walks right into Eddie, his gaze fixed on the datapad in his hands.

“Eds?”  Buck’s eyes are even bluer in the blue light from the aquarium that takes up the entire wall of the captain’s quarters, stepping to the side when he realizes that they’re almost chest to chest. “What are you—“

Eddie easily slips past him.  “Can’t sleep either?” He throws over his shoulder, inspecting Buck’s room for the first time officially.  It’s nice—if completely impractical on a battle frigate like the Normandy.  He suppresses the irritation that Cerberus thought to provide this sort of creature comfort with the hope of enticing Buck into their way of thinking.  Eddie has more than enough hard proof that Buck is on his side and not Cerberus’, otherwise he’d be dead from a bullet instead of Noah. 

No more thinking of maybes.  That’s what Eddie had told himself before coming up to Buck’s quarters.  

He needed to know. 

No more what if’s. 

Buck sets the datapad down on his desk which is cluttered with the things along with a pair of used coffee cups from the mess. Above the desk are a collection of model ships—just like Buck had on the original Normandy.  One of the ships was the Los Angelas—the last city they’d taken leave in before the Normandy Disaster had seemingly killed Buck and left Eddie to mourn his death and spend years thinking of what ifs. 

“No,” Buck finally answers the question, arms crossed over his chest as he watches Eddie inspect his office. 

“You can’t make yourself crazy over this,” Eddie tells him, fiddling with the bottle and glasses in his hands. ‘It won’t help.”

“What won’t?  I can’t know for sure that I didn’t miss something. Eds,” Buck draws out his name, huffing a bit in frustration and rubbing his face in fatigue. “I need to get back to work.”

Eddie makes a noise of disagreement in the back of his throat. “Five minutes.  Just one drink and then I’ll go,” he stalls for time, gesturing towards the low slung couch in the sitting area next to the bed, under the fish tank. 

For a brief second, Buck holds out and then he’s sighing and giving in, unable to resist Eddie’s offer  “One drink,” he cautions as he takes a seat next to Eddie.  

Eddie pours him a generous finger or two or five and hands it to Buck who sniffs at it appreciatively before giving a sip. “You know you’ve done everything you could, right?”

Buck stares at the whiskey like it has the answers to the universe in it’s amber depths.  “Everything?  It doesn’t feel like it.  I hope so.  I keep running the numbers and scenarios, wondering if I missed something.  If I could have saved one more person.”

“You don’t have to take this on yourself,” Eddie soothes, taking a drink of his own before reaching out to wrap his hand around Buck’s wrist. There’s tension in the muscles and then they relax purposefully as Buck watches him from beneath lowered lashes. Rubbing his fingertips along the tendons in a caress, Eddie tries to find the words he needs. “You’ve got a great crew you’ve built. Talented people that are all fighting by your side.”

Buck pulls away and throws back the entire glass of whiskey before getting up and beginning to pace, putting distance between them.  It’s like watching a panther stalking in front of the bars of it’s cage—lethal grace wrapped in an N7 hoodie and uniform pants, feet bare and silent on the rubber mat floors.  There’s a scowl on his face but it’s not focused on Eddie, but within and it hurts Eddie that Buck doesn’t realize how much he’s done because to him nothing short of ridding the galaxy of the Reapers will be acceptable. 

Eddie steps into Buck’s path, making him stop.  Taking a deep breath, he moves to rest his hands on Buck’s hips.

Buck stills under the touch, frown melting away but there’s still a deep furrow between the eyebrows that betrays the stress that he’s under.  Eddie doesn’t resist the impulse to smooth it away and rubs his right thumb across it before cupping Buck’s unshaven cheek so he can’t look away.  There’s faint bruising under both eyes from the lack of sleep but the blue eyes are luminous and laser focused like the sniper he is on Eddie.  The hip under his other hand shifts, pressing into Eddie’s touch and decreasing the space between their bodies seemingly without awareness because Eddie has it all now. 

He has Buck’s complete and full attention. 

Picking his words carefully, Eddie tells him that he’s enough.  “What you’ve accomplished since the Reapers arrived has been nothing short of amazing. You saved so many people, brought so many together in this fight,” he paused, then made it personal.  “You saved Christopher… and you saved me, too.”

Buck breathes out through his nose sharply, an almost wounded sound escaping him.  “I couldn’t leave either of you,” he confesses, moving closer but there’s still just a tiny amount of space between their bodies. “What are you doing here, Eddie?”

“I lied,” he admitted, voice dropping a bit into more of a husky confession. “I didn’t just come for a drink.”

“What did you come here for?”  Buck is holding his breath, waiting on his words. 

“I’m here to help you,” Eddie’s words stumble out of him, tongue tying itself into knots.

“Help me?” Buck’s eyebrows are climbing, confusion evident in his voice but he hasn’t withdrawn.  They’re still so close but not close enough. 

“Help you relax.”  

Eddie is never going to win awards for pickup lines but Buck seems to understand what he’s trying to say, if very badly.  His fingers seem to have a life of their own and Buck sways closer to him as he slips his hand around Buck’s waist to tug him closer. 

“Relax?”  Buck’s pink tongue swipes at his bottom lip, eyes dropping to Eddie’s mouth. 

“Relaxing will help you focus,” Eddie informs him before he can’t say anything further because Buck’s mouth is pressed to his.  

The kiss is gentle at first, tentative like they’re both asking the other for permission to proceed.  When neither pulls away it becomes more persistent and then a curious tongue traces the seam of Eddie’s mouth and he’s opening to let Buck’s tongue tangle with his own. 

When they part finally to inhale, Eddie is chuckling into Buck’s neck, pressing a quick kiss to the jawline. Buck is frozen against him, like he’s afraid that he’s going to startle Eddie and he’ll flee like a wild animal. 

“Eds?”

In response, all he can do is to pull Buck back in for another hungry kiss. 

#the first spectre #buck is Mshep #eddie is Kaidan alenko #buddie —> mshenko #911/mass effect AU #evan buckley #eddie diaz #first draft #from fics i may never write #goddamnit plot bunnies #this is going to be long #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #author is going to be in the back cursing #and is in need of some whiskey herself #space opera au #buddie space opera

[sockhatingsapphic]

my thoughts on buddie as "toxic shipping"

i recently read a post that discussed "toxic shipping" of mlm ships by straight women and their main/first example was buddie so i wanna talk about that. i won't be linking that post because i don't want people to hate on the op and clog their notes unnecessarily.

more thoughts and correct capitalization under the cut:

However, I do want to say that people often assume that the main shippers of mlm couples are cishet women and that is very often not true. I can't say this definitively, of course, and I've heard horror stories of middle-aged cishet white women who literally write mlm fanfiction but aren't cool with real life gay people (especially lesbians). However, as a (cis, white) lesbian I have many other queer friends who enjoy mlm fanfiction.

Okay, now more specifically with Buddie. I don't remember the exact points in this critique, but I'm going to try to focus on the ones I do remember. Hopefully, if that op finds this, they won't think I'm completely twisting their words. The first thing I want to say is that I don't know if the op has watched the show or just interacted with the fanbase. Either way, I have done both and want to add some insight.

Firstly, a big problem with non-canon mlm shipping is when fans hate on the real female love interests in the source material. Buddie fans definitely do this, but I want to give a bit of defense, centering three of the most important female love interests of both Buck and Eddie.

Abby Clark (Buck)

I don't have beef with Abby as a person or a character, but she very much hurt Buck and the way she left was a bit of an asshole move. I haven't seen a lot of criticism of her other than that and I think criticizing that is fair.

2. Ana Flores (Eddie)

Ana does get an unreasonable amount of hate, but it's still not that much from my POV? Most of what I've seen of Ana hate is just fanfiction where she is extremely OOC, and she doesn't show up enough on-screen for the audience to truly know her character. I think people mostly use her as a plot device, which is unfair but also kinda what happens to her in canon too. I also want to mention racism in connection with people hating Ana, as I am sure it (both consciously and unconsciously) affects how she is perceived, but as a white woman who has not done a lot of research I'm going to leave it there for other people to dig deeper into.

3. Taylor Kelly (Buck)

Oh Taylor Kelly. She is a much more active character than Ana, and even more than Abby simply because she's been in more seasons. Taylor has a very dynamic character on the show, and she gets a lot of that "canon female love interest of half of an mlm ship" hate. But also, Taylor Kelly fucking sucks! In canon, her and Buck have finally broken up, so I don't see a problem in saying that they were not right for each other, plus she did a bunch of really shitty stuff to the firehouse. She was literally introduced in an episode where she filmed the 118 while they were non-consensually drugged! And left after an episode where she made a promise to Buck about keeping their privacy and then immediately broke that promise for her job. Okay, I don't want to make this just a Taylor Kelly hate post, so that's all I'm gonna say about her. I understand that she has her own motivations and trauma but she's still done a lot of bad things and I am glad Buck broke up with her.

OKAY DONE WITH THAT

The other main point that the op had was that it's shitty to call a ship queerbaiting if there are already queer people/couples in the show, and representation of other diverse peoples (paraphrasing, please don't attack them). This is... kinda obviously not true? I mean, one of the best (worst for the audience) examples of queerbaiting is Sterek, which comes from a show with a Latin lead and at least a few queer side characters. Another good example is Supernatural, which does not have any main characters of color or queer characters (as far as I remember, and I'm not including Castiel because he was queer for like 5 seconds before dying), but has several POC and queer side characters, including some recurring characters like Charlie (and others, idk i don't watch spn sorry).

"But Zoe, those are different! 9-1-1 has main characters that are queer and POC!" This is true, but the importance of their queerness and/or race is rarely touched upon. Think about it: Hen and Karen get about 2 episodes per season that actually focuses on them and their relationship, and one of the first ones is literally Hen cheating. Not really fantastic representation. Also, like, queer people often flock together, so having more than one queer main character is not "unrealistic" or whatever the problem is.

Lastly, I want to talk about Buddie itself.

I don't really think it can be called full queerbaiting, because I think that has to go beyond the screen and include promotional footage (like Sterek) and cons (like Destiel), which I haven't seen any of. However, I am fairly new to the fandom, and only found out Oliver Stark is British like two months ago. So maybe there have been outside hints that could make Buddie queerbait if it doesn't become canon. Either way, there's definitely something there, and I don't appreciate the way outsiders have gaslit fandoms for several years into thinking they've just "put on shipping goggles" or something like that.

We all saw Eddie's entrance to the show, right? When "What A Man" starts playing as Buck slow-mo turns around to see Eddie half-naked? I don't think this ship is the end-all be-all of TV romance, but it's definitely got a lot of hints in there that were purposeful by the actors, directors, editors, and crew. If not queerbaiting, they have definitely participated in some queer-coding/romance-coding of this couple and we are not insane for noticing that.

ANYWAY

that's it, and I hope I didn't accidentally co-opt a discussion of a deeper topic, but I want other shippers (god I hate that word it sounds so juvenile) to know that we're not insane or seeing things no one else does.

thanks for reading and also all the fish!

#buddie #long post #discussion #shipping discourse #shipping discussion #mlm ship #queerbait #queerbait discourse

[dracwife]

hey! you can call me maverick!! I'm new to selfship tumblr + am currently going around to say hi to some folks. ( aka going down a list of blogs my buddy storm gave me )

I also don't wanna just leave without asking anything, so I do have a question.

Which one of your f/os do you think would you have the most fun with locked in a mall overnight?

hey !! welcome ❤️‍🩹

i hope u enjoy your stay and im sorry for the insanity and untagged ugly old men you'll have to deal with from my blog in advace <|3

as for your question, thank you ! i don't really think of things like that often, nor do i think many of my f/os would like, ever willingly go to a mall LOL but out of the few that would, the answer is definitely abby! she'd definitely think it was cool and want to raid the stores and see what kind of oOoOoO dark secrets™ are hidden from the public 🖤 she'd call it a date or something when in reality she just thought it was an exciting kind of thing to do 😔

#dex.ask #ᴍʏ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɢɪʀʟ | r. － a.s.

[ao3feed-the100]

we meet at the appointed place

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bahoMum

by Anonymous

A mysterious distress call sends the crew of the U.S.S. Ark on a rescue mission to Calder II, a largely uninhabited world on the dangerous outskirts of Romulan space. The place seems safe enough - until Commander Kane, the ship's half-Vulcan First Officer, is struck violently ill. But the human members of the landing party remain unaffected, and Chief Medical Officer Abby Griffin, along with her husband, Chief Engineer Jake Griffin, begin to realize the planet itself may not be entirely to blame. Vulcans are notoriously private about the details of this particular seven-year biological cycle, but Jake and Abby both have very good reasons of their own to recognize exactly what's happening to their friend . . . and what he needs them to do about it.

Now, trapped in a cave at the edge of a jungle, with no way to reach their ship, the rest of the away team must join forces to save their First Officer's life and solve the mystery of this strange, sinister planet.

Words: 38736, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), Star Trek

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Marcus Kane, Abby Griffin, Jake Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Raven Reyes (The 100), Monty Green

Relationships: Abby Griffin/Jake Griffin/Marcus Kane, Abby Griffin/Marcus Kane, Abby Griffin/Jake Griffin, Jake Griffin/Marcus Kane

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Star Trek Fusion, Pon Farr, Sex Pollen, Fuck Or Die, Vulcan Biology, Rough Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Mildly Dubious Consent, Light Angst, Alien Planet, Sex In A Cave, Everybody Lives, Canon-Typical Violence, look I just think Jake and Raven being engineering buddies is important okay, Monty regrets all his life choices, Abby would like everyone to stop trying to DIE IN SPACE please, Bellamy has one job which is keep Kane alive and Kane simply will not let him do it, Vera Kane is basically Amanda Grayson, Kane doesn't fuck Bellamy OR Raven in this which is rare enough for me to merit tagging, i've abandoned all attempts at preserving anonymity until the author reveal with these tags

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bahoMum

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

[moonlightperseus]

👀 yes im quoting hands for this:

"why would you leave me when you said you were mine?"

okay in my defense you ASKED for this so who's fault is it really (ily <3)

“Why would you leave me when you said you were mine?” Eddie whispers into the empty space between him and the all too still body of his best friend.

Three weeks since they had finally pulled their heads out of their asses, gotten their shit together, and finally - finally - gotten together. Three weeks of getting to share a bed with the man he loves and there not being any distance between them. Three weeks of getting to wake up with strong arms wrapped around him. Three weeks of complete domestic bliss. Three of the best weeks of his life.

They weren’t supposed to end so suddenly - they weren’t supposed to end at all, not when they should still have so much time.

“You have to wake up, Evan,” he says, leaning over the hospital bed to gently press his forehead against Buck’s shoulder, “you have to- I can’t- how am I supposed to do this without you? Fuck- how- how am I gonna tell Chris?”

Please don’t make me have to tell Chris.

Please don’t leave us.

Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fic #ficlet #mine #abby writes #my fic #abby replies #evaneddie #sharky tag 💖 #hands by orkid vs buddie #(f*ck it imma use that as a tag too)

[aftgandotherbooks]

headcannon that Matt and Neil have art sundays where they have a pile of built up art equipment where they listen to music and do art together to destress

it started when Neil had a major panic attack after practice one Wednesday afternoon and ran for 3 hours straight without realising and everyone threw a giant search party to try and find him

no one wanted to admit how much it reminded them of Baltimore

so while Neil was laying on his bed recovering from the panic attack and the loss of feeling in his legs, Matt entered the room (Andrew sitting on the window bench having not left Neil’s since he was found on the sidewalk halfway to Columbia that night)

“hey buddy, I know you need to rest but I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping this weekend with me? I need to get some stuff and thought you might be interested to come along” Matt had said.

turns out, Matt wanted to get some acrylic paints at a small arts and crafts store five minutes away from campus to add to his growing collection (hidden under their bunk bed after Seth once found a watercolour paint set next to Matt’s bed and didn’t stop laughing and going on about how ‘girly’ art was).

Neil was overwhelmingly confused at the range of knowledge and understanding Matt had about the millions of types of colours, what types of brushes to use, what in the flying f**k is a painting palette knife??.

Matt- “Hey bud, can you grab me a tube of burnt umber oil paint?”

Neil- “A what amber?”

Matt- “ooooh I really want to try gauche, I heard it’s similar to watercolour but it’s so different”

Neil- “gu...ash? Gatch? Gwass?”

by the end of the shopping trip (two bags full of art supplies Matt insisted were for himself, but were really for his best buddy Neil and his fraying mental state) Neil was left with too many questions and a whole other perception of who he thought Matt was.

turns out, when Matt first got over his drug addiction, his mum sent him to weekly art classes for therapy and for Matt to use his hands in a way that is gentle and precise to counter the aggression he uses when learning to box. Matt stopped his weekly art sessions when he started university because he was too focused on not getting addicted to drugs again. 3 years later when seeing Neil starting to become overwhelmed with the lack of sleep from his nightmares, he thought that maybe art will help Neil as much as it helped Matt.

spoiler alert -> it did.

That Sunday when they got home, Matt dragged Neil to the small living room of the dorm Matt and Aaron now shared, placed a sheet of plastic on the floor (after throwing all the discarded clothes and shoes out of the way) and made Neil sit down beside it while he set a canvas on four small cups.

Matt explained acrylic pouring to Neil, showing him dozens of YouTube videos of tutorials and tips. They then mixed all the paints with the pouring medium. Matt made Neil choose the colours (Neil being the original one he is chose orange, black and a little brown like Andrew’s eyes, Matt added some gold to the final pouring cup as well for ✨aesthetic✨ purposes)

then the pouring begun. Matt’s insides slowly started coming apart while watching his always tense and alert best friend become absolutely transfixed on how the paint formed beautiful patterns and cells. It was like Neil’s anxiety was shut off for the hour they were making art.

Andrew also noticed how tranquil Neil had become compared to how he was just a few hours before when Neil went to their room that afternoon. He himself started to relax a little more knowing the one person who understood him more than anyone else had found something that can ease his anxiety in a healthy way.

Art Sunday’s became a regular part of Matt and Neil’s routine. As soon as the cousins, Neil and Kevin would come back from Columbia, Neil would head straight to Matt’s dorm where Matt would be waiting with a new art project set up.

Arts and crafts projects they’ve tried out:

-watercolour painting (Neil does not have the patience for the amount of layers needed, especially since he has a habit of never fully cleaning the brushes and his paintings always ending up a muddy brown colour)

-clay flower pot making (the first pot Neil made was in the shape of a fox, and it was actually really life-like. He gave it to Abby, who’s house may as well be a forest with the amount of house plants she owns Neil ends up loving clay pot making so much that he regularly makes flower pots for Abby who eventually starts giving some of them to Betsy since she does not have enough space left in her house)

-embroidery (Matt ended up having to call Abby for medical aide since his big burly hands got in the way and he accidentally stabbed himself with a needle when trying to make a cute rose design for Dan to hang in her dorm)

-Oil painting (Andrew refused to be anywhere close to Neil if he didn’t shower enough times to get the smell of turps out of his fingers because the idiot decided to ruin his hands by finger painting and using turps to soften some areas of the painting)

even after they were graduated, Matt and Neil still made time (an hour each Sunday) where they would video call and do fun arts and crafts which helped maintain their already strong friendship.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #neil josten #tfc #andreil #matt.boyd.supremacy. #matt boyd #Matt x Neil #broship #best friends forever #art Sunday’s #headcannon #aftg headcanon #taans headcannons