#i wrote it yesterday and like the message

[laurfilijames]

"I'm gonna say something. Are you listening?"- Frankie "Catfish" Morales, Triple Frontier

Good. Thanks Frankie.

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately.

About fandom in general, interactions or lack thereof, how something you can feel so happy and passionate about can make you sad at the same time.

The idea of no longer sharing my fics has also been something that's crossed my mind on numerous occasions, but at the end of the day I WANT to share them. I am proud of them and I figure if they make me this happy, I hope they can make someone else happy too.

I continue to trek on, trying to compartmentalize my feelings and press on, creating fics I think others will enjoy as well, and praising the gorgeous man who plays gorgeous characters whose stories I love to change or extend.

Recently, I've felt guilt. Guilt that I haven't been creating and posting enough things for you to indulge in. And then I remember that in the last 4 weeks, I wrote and posted 3 fics.

3 fics where a majority of the reblogs are my own, and most of the notes are likes.

I'm feeling this way because of the lack of interaction. I'm not blaming or pointing fingers or trying to extend any guilt to any of you (and thank you endlessly to those who do reblog and comment and send messages and have conversations about them 💗) But I can safely say that this is a widespread issue across all fandoms alike.

It's disheartening. People leave and give up and have their creativity crushed to the point they no longer participate or share their wonderful art.

I came across a post that I reblogged yesterday that added another level onto all of this.

Artists and writers having to "market" and promote their work in hopes it'll help drum up excitement for what they have coming up.

As if taking the time and energy to create that fic of piece of art isn't enough, now we have to work like a full marketing team in hopes we will get a few more reblogs or comments.

I have seldom participated in tag games where you share snippets of WIPs etc because more often than not, the response to them are *crickets*. It's embarrassing and gives off that "no one is interested so why bother sharing it" vibe.

We shouldn't have to work that hard to get feedback on the things we share.

I know, and respect, that some people experience comment anxiety, but I promise you that if you're able to, whether it be a string of emojis or keysmashes or even a gif, you will be making a difference.

This happened to me yesterday.

Right when I felt like it's all fruitless, someone swooped in with a comment that gave me hope and reminded me why I do it. And it was on my least popular (and personal favourite) series to boot.

Because of this simple act of communication, my hope and motivation has been restored.

Now I know I'm going to get people saying "you should write for yourself" (I do) and I shouldn't rely on others to keep me motivated (I don't, I have Charlie Hunnam for that) but it's such a key component to all of this and I think most creators can agree to that.

So please, for the love of fandom and the things you love (the actors, the characters, the shows or films) PLEASE INTERACT WITH THE ARTISTS AND WRITERS WHO CREATE INCREDIBLE ART AND FICS FOR THEM.

You may not realize what an effect you have, but I promise you, you do, and it may even help save your favourite artist from abandoning it all.

#on fandom #commenting #reblogging #writing #sharing #laur is thinking out loud here

[oh-katsuki]

“What are these?” Armin pulls out thick frayed paper from between the pages of the worn notebook. 

You spot them and chuckle to yourself as he turns the paper to reveal a pencil drawing of a group of people in various poses and places. The hatching on it is clearly visible, done with a quick and light hand. Their faces are content, sometimes sitting in a circle over what looks like quiet conversation, other times laughing raucously, so hard that their eyes have narrowed to slits. Armin has never met these people before, but the drawings give him the impression that he somehow loves them the way the artist did. 

“Oh those?” You smile, walking up to him and taking the papers in your hands. You briefly smile down at them like they’re something precious. “Old drawings of mine.” 

“I didn’t know you draw,” Armin comments, his eyes widening at the new information. 

“Yeah,” you chuckle and hand him back the drawings. “I used to want to be an artist. You know, the kind who makes something meaningful that everyone knows the name of. I’m all washed up now though.”

“Why’d you stop?” 

“Well, Dad died and I didn’t have the energy to practice,” you smile even though the memory you’re recounting is painful. “I sort of lost the passion to do anything. Work was few and far between and living in the city didn’t help with expenses. Mom needed help, I needed money, my siblings were in school. I had to come home. Work for artists is few and far between even in the biggest of cities, in this town there’s nothing. And after a few years of being back here, I decided that I was fine with a modest life. No fame or meaningful artwork necessary.” 

Armin looks at the drawings, his blonde hair shifting slightly on his forehead. When he meets your eyes again, they’re big and rounded with emotion. “That’s a bit sad though, isn’t it?” 

“Nah,” you shake your head. “That’s just life.” 

You move to sit down on the bed and tangle your fingers together between your legs. Then, you stretch them out and make an exasperated and high pitched sound. Armin moves to sit beside you, not quite close enough to touch. 

“But man I would have really loved to draw for a living,” you give him a sideways glance and a smile. “Ya know, my friends used to ask me to draw pictures and sign them for them. They thought that I was gonna be some big shot artist. It was nice to have people have that kind of confidence in me. I did it for ‘em every time. I wonder if they still have them,” you wink, “just in case.” 

“Are the people in the drawings those friends?” 

“Mhm,” you nod. “I met ‘em all in college. Got lucky getting to know people like that.” 

Armin looks at the pencil drawings again. They look like they were done so quickly, but he can make out each person’s features individually across them. He gets the impression that you looked at them a lot, that drawing them was less of an exercise than it was an action of habit. There’s a lot of love in them, in these little moments you’d captured in your sketchbook. 

“Are you still in touch?” 

“With them? Not anymore,” you shrug. “We lost touch about six years ago. All of us went our separate ways and it got hard to see each other. Plus, I sort of became a recluse after Dad died.” 

“That’s a shame,” he says, somber and looking at his shoes. 

“Nah, it’s not,” you laugh a little. “They’re still some of the most important people in my life. I hope they’re happy and that they still have the drawings, even if they’re crumpled somewhere in a drawer or crammed into a notebook. If they think about us and the time we spent together even a little bit, that’s enough.” 

“Don’t you miss them?” 

“Oh god, so much,” you laugh. “I think about how badly I want to be with them every day. But they’re living their lives and I’m living mine and that’s alright. We can’t really go back, but even though we’ve lost touch, I’m sure that if I ever ran into any of them again, it would be like that time never passed. We’d be the same, just like we always were.” 

“That’s a nice thought.” 

“It’s the truth.”

#not sure what this is #i wrote it yesterday and like the message #idk if it even really counts as fanfic but i wanted to write about looking back at old memories and friends #and i feel like armin would be such a comfortable person to divulge that information to #so patient and nonjudgemental and understanding #just the comfort of sharing old memories and hobbies with someone who wasn't there to experience them #but who is willing to listen #ANYWAYYYYYY #tw: death

[hiswitchcraft]

do you know of any sort of herb/spice masterlist with the properties? id love it as a resource <3

A Few Guides Regarding Herb Safety

A Modern Herbal

The Extremely Large Herbal Grimoire

The Complete Herbal by Nicholas Culpeper

83 Herbs & Their Magical Properties

Herbs by Correspondences

Herbal Lore

If you are going to burn an herb, ingest it, add it to a bath or have pets PLEASE be very careful with the herbs you pick. Also Libby is an app that lets you access books from your local library digitally! You might easily find some information on plants and such there. If you don't have a library card go get one 🔪

#if only y'all would message me with these kinds of requests smh #yesterday I put together a like... #custom link list for someone #like my resource google doc AND a guide I just wrote for someone who's very new and then a bunch of links related to their interests #I will do this (threat) and for fun too #witch #witchblr #witchcraft #witch tips #witchy tips #new witch #baby witch #beginner witch #herb #herbs #herbs and spices #herb correspondences #plant correspondences #masterpost #masterlist #herb masterpost #herb masterlist #herb correspondences masterpost #plant correspondences masterpost

[tragedykery]

I was tagged by @natequarter, thank u!!

last song: somos instantes by caloncho

currently watching: nothing atm lol

currently reading: still lord of the rings and kinda technically the oleander sword by tasha suri (it’s on hold until I finish lotr)

current obsession: …lotr kinda? whoops. I’m trying to learn the tengwar and while my hand isn’t quite as graceful as. any examples I can find online really it’s getting better!

tagging @toni-d-b @satans-poptarts @that-was-anticlimactic and anyone who wants to do this!

#elli rambles #I found a dutch mode for the tengwar online yesterday and so I wrote my brother a short message to decipher with it just now #bc we don’t have dental fricatives in dutch (either voiced or unvoiced) the creator of that mode chose to use the tengwar usually used for #those sounds for the s and z #which makes sense but since there already are two additional tengwar for each of those sounds (in the english modes at least) there are. #three different letters for each of those sounds lmao #which is like irrationally funny to me #the only gripes I have with the mode is the proposed use of the long carrier + the low dot tehta (usually for the schwa) #instead of just using the ‘e’ tehta above the úre (used here for combined vowels ending in u) #and the absence of a tengwa for the /g/ in english loan words #like yeah it doesn’t occur in words of dutch origin but neither do the /ʤ/ or /ʒ/ and there *are* tengwar for that in the mode… #so I’m just using the ungwe for that #tag game #romana tag #oh ​plus I’ve decided to use both the rómen and the óre for the r #óre for when I pronounce it /ɹ/ and rómen when I pronounce it /ʀ/ #bc I use the gooise r lol

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Wanna hear how stupid I am. Ofc you do. Refer to the tags.

#ok so my boss asked me to focus on one kind of cookie and our new cakes #yesterday i only did the cookies but i didn't finish them #the plan for today was finished the cookies (quick and simple) qnd make the cakes (much more time consuming) #ok so i start making the cookies right. and im going over the number i need a million times in my head. i wrote it down. #it was very simple math but i rechecked myself a bunch. ok. #i needed 24 baked cookies. to make 12 each. of the same design cookie but iced with 2 different colors. #very simple right????? apparently not #bc at some point.... my brain decided.... i needed 24 of EACH COLOR.......... so i made a big batch of dough....... #then i was like...... hmmmmm...... wait....... i did the simple math about 37 more times...... no yeah that's too much dough #ok WHATEVER. more dough for extra cookies!!! i was low on some number cookies ill make a few numbers cool great #but then i looked at the message of what my boss had asked me to do again. and even better news!! #the new cake designs (that i was supposed to start next) have cookies on top as decor!!!! great!!! i have a lot of dough!!!!! #so. i was like. im gonna cut out a few number cookies. then im gonna check exactly what kind of cookies to make for the cakes #and you know what i did..... i started cutting number cookies.... and i couldn't stop....i was like hmm actually i need a few more of those #ill cut out some extra number 6s!!! to have :) #AND THEN I USED ALL MY DOUGH. AND I BAKED THEM. SKDBSKDBSJ #so now. lowkey stressing bc accidentally making too much dough set me back (i have now completely forgot about the cookies for the cakes) #but its ok ill hustle. i finished icing my top priority cookies. i get the transfers done so the other stores will have them too. im speedy #also. many of the cookies i baked are not iced bc i can get back to those :)) next week :)) they're extras :))))) #SO THEN. i start watching the vids about how to make the new cakes.. uh oh.. i have now remembered i was supposed to make different cookies #FINE WHATEVER ILL FIGURE IT OUT LATER!!!! I JUST WANNA GET SOME CAKES IN THE CASE TODAY!!!!!! #so i started making the batter right. i figured. i rush and get them baked. then ill go on break. then ill come back and decorate #UH OH AGAIN!!!!! local idiot forgot smth else. we dont use eggs we make a flax mixture as a sub for eggs #the flax and water has to sit for at least!!!!! 30 min!!!!! before it can be put in the batter!!!!!!! #i shouldve done that first thing in the morning!!!!!! i forgot tho!!!!!!!! #so :) now im on break. the flax is sitting. im hoping i can whip out at least 2 cakes to be ready today #lowkey considering staying late to get it done if i have to... but i don't want to give them the impression that im that super dedicated #bc im not :) like i wanna make my boss happy and get the stuff i need to get done done. but do NOT expect me to stay late regularly #anyway gonna eat my sad pb&j in my car lunch now ❤ #she was a baker girl

[safyresky]

🤔🤔🤔

So,,, Microsoft Word,,, can't speak. Canadian english????????

#IT'S JUST EXTRA U'S LMAOOOO #dani speaks #these are the present stats for cs in full btw. up to the third to last scene of chapter 21? #I think that's where i am now? #idk man i was stuck on 18 for so long then blasted through 19 and 20 so fast i feel like i should still be on chapter 20 at most #and it's ALL writing. no ans or anything. except for a solid 400 words under the present scene that i wrote yesterday night b4 bed #trying to see where i can fit in some BLAISE TRAUMA #listen i hear what ur saying. DANI HAVEN'T YOU TORTURED THAT MAN ENOUGH? #OH BESTIES. YOU HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN THE HALF OF IT YET! MANS ABOUT TO HAVE SOME UH #NIGHTMARES! AYO! #there is a TON of fluff in this tho. Fino and Jack are bonding and Fiera is at her Fiera-est #also the message is the same for the word count and time hahahaaaaa #MEANWHILE IT'S COUNTING WORDS JUST FINE DOWN THERE

[lovvelorrn]

.

#started a new job yesterday and i’m pretty much doing like stuff that i did at my last job #(where they treated me so badly i wrote diary entries every time i had a meeting) #and so they asked me write an article as a copywriting test of sorts #(see if i get the tone. if i write it fast enough etc) and i spent the entirety of yesterday’s afternoon #researching and this entire morning writing and the boss just messaged me #and i was SO nervous to get feedback bc i’m soooo not over that other job’s traumatic experience #but then she said and i quote ‘we’re reading it now and it’s amazing!’ ‘it’s impressive for your first article with us’ ‘you got the tone #perfectly’ and now i’m almost crying lmao. so this is what a healthy environment is like huh??? WOW #the things we put up with etc etc #tbd

[lucifer-hot-as-hell]

Sorry

How credible is it when someone tells you there's no need to apologize...

When they start the message with "sorry for not replying yesterday"

?

#22-10-26 #infp #my millennial therapist #he wrote me a Signal-Message tonight #we had to switch to signal because his business email doesn't work #it's a pretty relaxed conversation style #but even though we agreed it's okay and comfortable #I still feel guilty and like it's invasive #so I apologized... again #he told me I don't have to... again #yet apologized himself #and told me they've been at a concert yesterday #no big secret though because his husband posted it on Instagram as well

[giverofempathy]

just tell me you love me cause thats all i need hear btw. if u even care

#salisha speaks #really feeling this one tbh. like the 1975 sucks ass but this song is so good #have had it on repeat since it came out yesterday. like slay #reply to my message answer my calls i wrote u a letter it was no use at all #and i dont care if youre insincere!!! just tell me what i wanna hear!!! like literally

[roaringroa]

me, busy? oh not really, just staring lovingly at the drawing my girlfriend made of us for valentines day while i handmake a card with a poem i wrote about her

#valentines day in brazil is not even celebrated today lmaooo #carnaval happens 47 days before easter which happens to be feb 14th some years like this year #which is unfortunate for valentines day cause no one in brazil gaf about anything else other than carnaval during carnaval (like we should! #carnaval is just amazing like seriously it's 5 days of people celebrating dancing and singing in the streets it's just magical #and in each region there's different traditions too like the samba school parades in rio?? yesterday i cried watching one (portela <3) #the olinda giant dolls the salvador trio eletricos #anyway the point is valentines day could never compete with carnaval so in 1940 it was changed to june 12th and called lovers day #so it honestly slipped my mind that valentines day was coming till she messaged me yesterday saying she knows no one celebrates it here #but she had a little gift for me anyway #and today i woke up to her message with her drawing <33333 #the poem i'm gonna gift her i wrote a few days ago and thought it would be a part of the 1st month anniversary present #but since she gifted me this i'm gonna give it to her a little earlier and that's why i hadn't done the card yet #but it's fine until our anniversary i'll prob have written a better poem anyway fdbsfadsb #or at least i hope so yesterday i wrote one but it was BAD lol #it's okay though bad art is still valuable #and what matters most in this case is the feelings <333 #ahhhh i like her a lot a lot a lot #my post

[luluviibi]

it's my birthday :Dc

ive been pretty lucky, especially compared to last year's birthday (got my covid test results that morning, it was positive and i had to be in my room all day)

mainly, my disability pension finally got approved after being unfairly rejected twice!! :')

AND ill be getting a radio today!!

i cant remember the last time i was actually excited for a birthday instead of it being just another day, it's a nice feeling 💙💙

#vii rambles #ALSO i sent a nice message to a fic writer who hasnt updated in a year to say that i really like and appreciate what they wrote #and they replied this morning saying that they might start uploading more chapters!!! :D #and finally. i got a lovely letter from a friend yesterday! she sent me stickers :) #i put most of them on my sewing machine and it looks sooo pretty now.... #what a lovely start to the day!!

[the-acid-pear]

ptsd is like ssooo silly like ohh this was so triggering ill forget about what literally just happen 2 hours ago entirely!!

#luly talks #this wording is so bad its not evne dark funny but whateverssss hear me vent boy #yesterday yall know i had a day as per my posts and like it was silly bc like. #bc the whole confrontation w my dad the one yesterday and many in the past too lets be honest i literally had a dream about it #where i was yelling at my mother about the things i told him #(i hope someone reads my dream posts bc i had a tv tropes link attached which i thought was very funny tbh 🙄) #but like that day i wrote to my therapist a bit in the middle of the fight but she answered me like uh. 2-3 hours later #and when she did i literally just had to sit with the phone on my hand staring blankly for a few minutes tryign to remember ANYTHING #because i couldnt #literally couldnt explain what had just happened i couldnt remember what i had said or what HE had said or anything #i had to go back to read the messages AND READ MY OWN VENT POSTS HERE to remember AND EVEN THEN I STRUGGLED #its mental this ptsd shit is mental

[rowanhoney]

the universe is testing me rn

#yesterday I told my friend I think I’m finally finally over someone #and then last night I dreamt I was in Valencia and I was married?? #and the person i apparently now over was in my restaurant #and I was like why are you still here there’s no space for you anymore #then today. he liked me on hinge. which threw me off cos he live on the other side of the country now #and ffs on hinge? the app I downloaded with the deepest hopes of moving past this particular person #yet do not use because I just can’t bond w people or find myself attracted to them unless I meet them irl #which is something I’ve come to understand when I met this person #like why why why must I have those thoughts and dreams #and then he had to message me on that app of all things #and replying to a prompt I wrote. after understanding what I like in people from our bond #like so specific to our dynamic #i adore him I am trying not to so much anymore #someone help what do I do

[femvaylin]

Are there actually gay men on Tumblr or are they all just delusional straight women

#every time i see a 'he/him gay!!!' person they post a selfie and like #it's a woman baby! #enstarries are the worst #the person i wrote this about is someone i might actually kinda sorta know #i think it's the same person i've sold a bunch of ensta goods on facebook to #like literally messaged with her YESTERDAY #love that i'm on there being friendly with her and here making fun of her #i genuinely feel sorry for her because she seems like such a nice girl #if she didn't do this whole *gestures wildly* THING we could probably be friends even

[arthur-r]

can somebody help me phrase “forgetting the lessons that was tried to be taught to them as children” into something normal

#in the context of assimilation so feel free to change the whole sentence it’s not very good #also i just lost the game sorry everybody #anyway i can’t write. this is a sentence i made yesterday at 12:30 daytime #so i don’t even have late at night excuse i just literally can’t write sentences #also: with the characters race being implicitly acknowledged and them allowed to live a life that doesn’t confined to stereotypes #that one feels easier to fix i just don’t have brainpower #anyway it might be helpful if somebody could just proofread my whole essay. but these are the places i have noticed #(writing an essay about windows and mirrors (basically) in pieces of the heart #really it’s more about universal and specific experiences. so like making a character be mexican for the heck of it. or portraying a message #about race or culture where it’s like specific and important that it’s a mexican character. mexican cause this is chicano literature #the vague idea applies across cultures which is probably clear shdhdf #) so anyway this essay was due sunday night but i wrote most of it yesterday. and now i have to fix it #the thing is it’s for individual reading it’s not even like. an actual english class it’s an elective where you read a book #but it still needs to be vaguely good. so anyway this sentence is the most problem i noticed but just #yeah. struggling. appreciate advice and also lmk if you need anything!! #but also important life update - tumblr banned on school wifi - using cellular currently #and i’m in upper e wing so it’s okay but the lower you go in the school the less service there is #so definitely will be a lot of moments in life now where i have zero access to tumblr or discord #cause discord was banned a few months ago and now tumblr as of like yesterday #but hey i’ll try my best. anyway i gotta go. chemistry times #me. my post. mine. #delete later

[leiswxrld]

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

pairing: Dealer!Abby x Camgirl!reader

synopsis: you’re a college student when you suddenly ran out of your fix of weed and your normal dealer is out of town so Ellie your closest friend gives you abby's number a well-known dealer on your campus but all you'll be getting is the weed right?

warnings: MDNI, 18+, pussy eating (r receiving), weed, smut, car sex, fingering (r receiving), reader is 20, praise + degradation (baby, princess, slut, mama) , dirty talk.

a/n: haven't wrote lesbian smut before but anything for abby she is so mf fine, also another thing to mention cam girl only gets mentioned once but might make it an actual thing.

credits: @cafekitsune @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for line dividers ❥

Abby Fucking Anderson.

She was the college's well known dealer and was always known to be selling drugs towards the back of the parking lot. You would see her black Mercedes parked out back and only caught a glimpse of her, she was well built, dressed in a black tank top and a pair of baggy shorts to go with it.

Her hair was always in a braid or down no in-inbetween and you barley saw her face, you'd occasionally smoke when you were stressed about the amount of assignments piling up and your last dealer was out of town so you knew he wouldn't be back for another month or so and you were desperate for some weed.

So when you ask one of closest friend's Ellie she gives you Abby's number and your now sat in the dark in your room conflicted, deciding whether or not to message her but with a rush of confidence you send her a text, watching the delivered message on your screen illuminating your room.

'You still selling'

A few minutes pass by as you're scrolling on TikTok, the anticipation killing you as you kept checking the message over and over again. Your eyes widen as you saw that she had seen your message and she began to type, the three dots appearing on your screen before a loud ding echoed in the silent dorm.

🍃 'Yh sorry was just with one of my boys if you want I'll be out back you've seen my car right'

You read the message, tapping on the back of your phone thinking of what to reply with before your typing away,

'The black Mercedes right'

She's reads it, the three dots appearing once again

🍃 'Yh meet in 5, you go to the college right'

'Yh I do'

🍃 'k meet in 5 yh'

'alr' ❤️

Abby likes your message and you turn off your phone, what were you doing, yes you were desperate for a quick fix but to go to Abby you were fucking nervous about even though you had never seen her face or even talked to her eye to eye.

You quickly dressed into the quickest thing you could find, a black skirt and pink top that was thrown onto your basket from yesterday and you grab your keys and phone, sliding into your fluffy slippers before leaving your room. It was beyond curfew just gone after 10 as you quickly leave the building, the cold bristly air hitting your arms, giving you goosebumps.

You make your way towards the back entrance parking lot, quickly spotting the black Mercedes, the trunk was open and Abby was dressed in her usual attire of a tank top and shorts with a boy just stood just a few feet from her, you recognised him to be Darren from your 1st period science lesson that sat a few seats behind you.

Approaching you finally see her face, she was breathtakingly beautiful, blue eyes, pale skin and cute freckles spread out across her nose and cheeks. A few strands fell to her face as she laughed at something Darren said, she must have noticed you approaching in her peripheral vision because her attention turned towards you as so Darren's.

Your legs felt like jelly as you got approached, her eyes scanning your face before slightly looking you up and down stopping at your thighs. Did abby just check you out ?

"Your Y/N right" she spoke out, the raspiness of her voice making your knees buckle slightly.

Darren crosses his arms before his eyes widen, "Oh shit Y/N your in my maths class right" he says, "Science, i'm in your science class"

"shit my bad" he turns to abby and you notice the small bag of weed in his left hand, "thanks abby, see you next week yeah" he says, going to dab her up as abby reciprocates.

"You know it" Darren gives you a ‘nice to see you again’ slightly smiling before walking off happily towards the boys dorm. "So Ellie tells me you're trying get some weed yeah" she asks as your attention turns back to her.

"oh yeah I just run out and needed a quick fix" You reply and she hums going to her trunk and pulling a small box tucked towards the back, opening it and revealing a fuck load of drugs. "How much"

You don't usually know the amount you buy since your dealer just recommends the it and your just stood there contemplating, "You alright"

"Yeah sorry my dealer normally recommends the amount so I don't really know how much" she pauses, biting her lips before grabbing one little baggy. "3 grams alright for you, it's one of my best sellers at the moment"

You eye the bag before nodding, "Yeah that's fine how much will it be" you reply going to grab your purse and pulling a few hundred dollar bills. "Shit what do you do, no college student should have that amount of cash unless your a stripper or sum'

Your cheeks heat up as you meet her very intense eyes, you were what some called a cam girl, fucking yourself with different toys for people online and hooking up with people you've met around college that promised to keep your little side hustle a secret, the only few people who knew about what you did was Ellie since you had accidentally left your computer open on the site and she managed to accidentally press the recent video of your fucking yourself with one of your toys since she needed to access a file on your computer and she promised she'd keep it a secret.

"oh- I uh sell clothes from now and then so that's how I make most of my money aside from my job" Abby notice's your nervous stammers but decides to leave it.

"Well it's $50 for 3 grams" she replies as she watches you pull out five ten dollar bills, handing it to her. She takes it stuffing it into her pocket, "Nice making business with you Y/N" she replies, passing you the small baggy and closing the trunk,

She turns around to still see you stood their a conflicted expression on your face, "sum wrong"

"Yh no I normally smoke this with someone, usually can't finish a blunt by myself, I'll end up getting too high but its alright thanks" your about to walk away before Abby's voice stop's you.

"If you want I can smoke some with you and then the next time you come to me I'll give you a discount" she offers and you think about it for a second "Sure I'm down, anything for a discount" you joke and she smiles.

"Let's do it in my car don't want to attract attention" she says, walking towards there driver door before getting in and you follow getting into the passenger side.

"Do you mind if I turn on the car, it's bit cold in here- you sure you ain't cold in that little skirt you got on" she implies, looking at the black plait skirt that barley covered your knees.

"Say's the person with shorts that barley cover their legs...I should be asking you the same question" you remark and she chuckles turning on the engine and you feel the warm breeze hit your legs as you go to adjust the mini fan on the dashboard to face your direction.

Abby goes to connect her phone to the car, the familiar song Die for you emitting from the speakers. "Pass the bag princess" your heart skips a beat at the nickname Abby gave you, watching as her arms tense up as you pass her the little bag with weed in. She grabs a small brown paper from her pocket and you watched as she fixed up the blunt, rolling it into the familiar shape and sealing it.

She takes a lighter from the cupholder and passes the blunt to you, lighting it whilst it's in between your lips and you take a long drag from it, entering through your lungs before exhaling into the air, the familiar feeling hit's you as your body relax's and your eyes droop slightly. You pass the blunt to Abby who mimics your actions as you see the veins in her hand pop out.

Your both sat in silence whilst taking turns hitting the blunt before abby speaks up,

"Shit...been a long time since I've hit a blunt" abby admits as she passes it back, "Really how long"

"Been about a month" you look at her, "Shit how come" taking in a drag once more, "I never really got the time to business been busy lately"

"Oh so you only sell to college students or you're just selling when you can" you ask, rolling the window down to allow the smoke to leave through the little crack. "A bit a both I just sell when I can" she pauses looking at you, "So how long you known Ellie for"

"Since high school she's one of my closest friends, trust that girl with my life"

"Surprised Ellie didn't tell me she had such a pretty friend" you looked at her, realising Abby Anderson had just called you pretty, you were at the point were your high as fuck, your eyes were a tinted red and your breathing increased slowly, the feeling of your panties getting soaked was prominent

You were desperately getting horny and your attraction to Abby didn't help in your situation but make you wetter, the sexual tension in the car was high as you both feel silent, nothing only but the music playing in the background, abby watches the way you lick your lips before making her move.

It's slow and sensual, her hand laying gently across your jaw as your hand goes to grip her hair, the blunt long gone from your hand. You gasp as her hand slides into your panties and you feel her smirk against your lips at the wet mess you created.

"So fucking wet for me princess" she groans, your whimper's muted by the music as she slides her fingers in between your folds.

She takes her fingers out, placing them into her mouth. "It's always the pretty ones with the best tasting pussy" she mutters, sucking every last bit off her fingers.

"Please" you plead, grinding into her hand, her lips quirk up as she pulls her fingers out of her mouth with a plop. "Please what baby"

"Please fuck me" her hand grips your thigh as the once soft blue eyes you had fawn over had been replaced with darkened ones, "With what"

"Your fingers'" you plead, your legs opening slightly as her fingers tread carefully towards your aching cunt.

"Lay your seat down princess" she orders and you quickly go to pull down the latch beside you allowing abby to climb over to your side carefully watching you as she pulls your panties to the side, revealing your wet cunt.

"So pretty for me mama" she latches her lips onto your aching clit, you gasp slightly leaning back into the seat, her tongue slowly licks every crevice and every spot with care and your hand snakes up into her dark blonde hair.

The filthy wet sounds from your pussy, bounced off the car walls as she sucked on your clit, the dirty moans from abby's mouth vibrating against your cunt, "Oooooh fuck" you moan, the elongated fuck coming from your mouth as you briefly make eye contact with Abby. "Your make such pretty sounds baby let's see how much louder you can get for me"

You gasp as she slips two fingers in with her mouth still attached to your cunt, fingering that spongy spot with every harsh thrust of her fingers at a rapid pace, sucking and slurping on your juices as she hollows her mouth around your clit, your juices dripping down abby's face. You grind your hips into her fingers, your eyes rolling back and jaw slacking with every movement letting your eyes fall back onto hers.

Strands were sticking to her forehead, the glimpses of her pretty freckles covered in your juices made her look even prettier than before and her muscular arms forcing your legs open making it impossible to shut them. "Look at you grinding your pussy into my face like a helpless slut, is it good hmm"

She whispers, watching the way your legs began to buckle under her grip, the way you got so fucking pussy drunk from it soaked her boxers. "it feel's so fucking good abby..." you scream, your legs threatening to close on her face, abby could just suffocate in your pussy at the sweet taste, you were so addictive that she could go down on you for fucking hours.

"I knew you liked this shit hmm...did you dress like this knowing you were going to get fucked stupid" you go silent for a second feeling an orgasm building up as abby goes to slap your pussy, "I know you can fucking talk slut... tell me"

"y...yes- fuck- I did" she grins continuing her pace, "nasty bitch" those words alone managed to make you squirt all over her face, the juices splattering on the seat and dashboard as your eyes rolled deep into your head, the grip on her hair tighter than before as she continues to eat you out, "made such a mess baby didn't know you were a squirter"

"wait- abs mhmm.... please stop" you beg, the sensitivity of your clit, making you shake as she continues til your licked clean. satisfied she comes up, face covered in your juices bringing you into a kiss allowing you to taste yourself.

"Same place next week" she offers and you smile giving her another kiss, "sure abs".

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