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sammiesapphic · 1 year
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need this to be my view right now! 🥵🥵😩🤤
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Hot!!! 🔥🔥🔥
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pawnshopbleus · 6 months
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Red-eye
Pilot!Abby Anderson x Flight Attendant!Fem!Reader
Contains - light homophobia, some bad words, angst, hurt, comfort, threats, Abby being a good wife, not beta read
Summary - After a horrible encounter with a passenger, Abby helps you feel better.
Authors note - beware, this is my first time writing in months.
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Being a flight attendant wasn’t a part of your original plan after college, but it provided you with a lot of amazing opportunities. You got to travel the world, meet new people, hear different languages, and experience rich cultures, and you got paid for it. Being a flight attendant is also how you met your wife of three years, Abby Anderson, who was currently navigating the aircraft. You loved your job, but sometimes passengers could be difficult.
Like the man that you were currently helping. First-class passengers tend to be rich and snobby assholes, but this man was on another level. After one too many complimentary glasses of red wine, he began inquiring about the wedding ring on your finger. Once you mentioned the fact that you had a wife he demanded to be served by a different flight attendant. You would have happily complied with his requests if it wasn’t for his homophobic rhetoric.
“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to stop,” you said. Your tone was affirmative, but a bit shaky. This wasn’t the first time someone had been openly homophobic towards you, but you always had Abby by your side. Now, she was in the cockpit doing her pilot duties so you had to deal with this on your own.
“I’m not listening to some…” You tried your hardest to drown out the sound of him calling you a slur, but your attempt failed.
There was a collective gasp from the people in first class. They had abandoned all hopes of sleep once the drunken man started his monologue. Even though there were passengers listening, no one dared to say anything.
With teary eyes, you left the scene, finding solace in the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup was ruined, your eyes were red from crying, and your cheeks were stained with tears. It took you a long time to come to terms with your sexuality. You were proud to be a lesbian, but people like that man made you regret ever coming out of the closet.
There was a knock at the bathroom door. “I’ll be out in a minute,” you sighed. You grabbed a tissue from the roll and dabbed it on your cheeks, trying your best to look as presentable as possible.
“Honey, it’s me.” It was Abby’s sweet voice on the other side of the door. Hearing her voice puts you at ease.
“Can I come in?” Abby asked.
You opened the door immediately. Nosy passengers watched the scene with confusion. The pilot of the plane going into the bathroom with a flight attendant was not something one saw every day, but you didn’t care. You closed the door behind Abby and sighed into her embrace.
The bathroom was small and compact, causing you to be pressed so close to Abby. She wrapped her arms around you and kissed your forehead. She began to pet your head as you began to break down in her embrace.
“I heard what happened,” Abby said without further need to elaborate. Of course, she knew already. Word travels fast in a metal tube in the sky. “Want me to punch him?”
You chuckle, “No, I wouldn’t want you to lose your job. We have a mortgage to pay.”
You can feel Abby’s wedding ring lightly scrape against your scalp, causing shivers to crawl down your spine.
“I wish I could defend myself, but I didn’t know what to say. He called me a-a,” you couldn’t even utter the wretched word that the man dared to call you.
Abby placed her index finger on your lips, shushing you. “It’s okay,” she said, “no one will ever call you that ever again. I’ll make sure of it.” You place your hand on Abby’s cheek and she jumps a little bit, her warm skin is not prepared for your cold hand. You look into her eyes and your heart tugs a little bit. You cannot believe that you were lucky enough to find the perfect woman. Abby was everything you looked for in a partner. She was kind, caring, and supportive. Not to mention she was the prettiest woman on earth.
Abby’s hands slide down to the place just above your ass. “Are you going to keep staring into my eyes or are you going to kiss me?” she huffs.
You smirk and give the woman what she wants. Your lips come in contact with hers, kissing her with fervor. Your lips move in rhythm with hers. Your hands that were once on Abby’s cheeks found themselves on her strong biceps. Abby’s hands began to slide down lower when there was a knock at the door. Abby squeezed your hips and let out a sigh of frustration.
“Seat one b has requested a Pinot Noir and you’re the only one who can reach the bottle,” Dina, a fellow flight attendant said from the other side of the door.
You hide your face in Abby’s chest and say, “I’ll be out in a minute.” Both you and Abby check yourselves in the mirror, making sure that the two of you look presentable.
“Feeling better?” Abby inquired, placing a hand on your shoulder and looking into your eyes.
You nod your head and let out a breath, preparing yourself to go back out. You open the door and you're met with a handful of eyes staring at you as you and Abby exit the bathroom. You smile at the curious people and continue your flight attendant duties.
Abby, on the other hand, walks all the way to first class, finds the man who was tormenting you and whispers into his ear. “If I hear you say another fucking thing about my wife I’ll cut your dick off and make you eat it.” She then pats him on the back and returns to the cockpit, leaving the homophobic man speechless.
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sammiesapphic · 1 year
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any ladies wanna make out ? 😏
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pawnshopbleus · 2 years
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Ice Ice Baby
Robin Buckley x Fem!Sinclair!Reader 
summary - Erica walks in on you and your girlfriend. In order for her to stay quiet, she requests a simple treat.
authors note - Anon requested this like a million years ago and I am turning seventeen in two days so I wrote it as a little treat for myself. Sorry for going awol for so long and I hope you like it.   
warnings - lesbians kissing, Erica being Erica, cursing 
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YOU THOUGHT you were home alone once you entered your lovely home. The TV was off, the curtains were drawn, and most importantly there was no noise in the kitchen.
“The coast is clear,” you whispered.
“Why are you whispering if no ones here?” Robin whispered back.
“Oh sorry,” you took your coat off and hung it on the brown coat hook by the front door. Robin followed suit and took off her jean jacket.
“I will never understand why you wear that thing. It barely provides enough protection,” you commented.
Robin scoffed and wrapped her arms around you, “I wear it because I like it.”
Robin let you go and slumped on the couch. She grabbed one of the cheetah print throw pillows your mom bought last summer.  
“Where is everyone?” she asked.
“Mom, dad, and Lucas went to grandma's for the weekend, and Erica’s staying at her friend's house.”
“Why didn’t Erica go with them?” Robin mumbled into the fancy throw pillow your mom bought last spring.
“Because she’s Erica and always gets what she wants,” you sat on the floor right next to the couch and threaded your hands through Robin's hair.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to fall asleep,” she grumbled.
“Maybe I have something that’ll wake you up,” you smiled.
“What?” Robin looked up at you with eyes that would make even a puppy melt.
“This.”
Your thumb caressed her bottom lip, begging for permission to enter. She obliged and opened her mouth just enough for your thumb to slide in. Her tongue circled your thumb as you pushed it further into her mouth. You retracted your thumb from her mouth and straddled her hips. Her hands found their way to your hips as you reached down to her level.
You kissed her cheek and you let your lips linger. You trailed kisses all around her face and stopped once you got to her chin.
“You're kissing me everywhere but my lips,” she whined.
You laughed, “If you are impatient I can go and do something else.”
She puckered her bottom lip, “Fine.”
Your lips finally pressed together and her hands squeezed your hips slightly. Your bodies pressed together as the kiss got heated. The kisses got longer with each passing moment. Both of you were only focusing on each other that you didn’t realize that your little sister, Erica, had come down the stairs.
“Oh my god,” Erica gasped as she covered her eye.
“Holy fuck,” you fell off of the couch as you were startled by your sister's presence.
“I didn’t know you were gay,” Erica tilted her head to the side, “you don’t look gay.”
“Why are you here? You’re supposed to be at a friend's house,” you asked Erica who was standing in the archway that separated the stairs and the living room.
“It got boring so I walked home. I got in through the back,” she shrugged.
“Mom is going to kill me,” you whispered “Please don’t tell anyone,” you pleaded.
“I won’t,” your shoulders dropped, “for a price.”
“Name it and it’s yours,” Robin promised.
“If I remember right, she,” Erica points to Robin, “still owes me ice cream.”
“We have ice cream in the freezer,” you sighed.
“I want new ice cream.”
“It’s fine. I’ll pay for it,” Robin put her arm around your shoulder.
“Come on,” you pushed yourself off of the floor and headed straight for the door.
The cold winter air hit your face as you shuffled into your car. Robin and Erica followed you into the car. It took a while for the car to heat up but eventually, you were on your way.
“Erica, why do you need ice cream in the middle of December?” you looked through your rearview mirror to see your little sister still buckling up her seat belt.
“Less questions, more driving,” she huffed.
The drive to the ice cream shop was long but you had your Fleetwood Mac CDs and your girlfriend to accompany you. You were so focused on driving and the feeling of Robin's hand on your thigh that you almost forgot Erica was in the back seat.
“Are we almost there yet?” Erica whined. You rolled your eyes as you pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream shop.
“We’re here your majesty,” you parked your car in the only empty parking space.
��It looks like it’s packed. Why is an ice cream shop so packed in the middle of December?” Robin asked as her eyes scanned the inside of the shop.
“You tell me,” you took your keys out of the ignition and took your seat belt off.
Erica jumped out of the car and ran into the shop, slamming the car door behind her. You and Robin walked in after her.
Once you enter the shop, you were met with the sound of children screaming and the scent of sugar cones being baked.
Erica pushed her way up to the counter while you and Robin stood behind her. Once Erica orders her ice cream, you and Robin decide to share a cup of vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. Erica then spots a group of friends from school and runs over to them, leaving you and Robin alone.
Robin and you sit in a booth in the corner of the shop, it’s not as secluded as you would like but it’ll do.
“Thank you for paying for that little brat's ice cream,” you took Robin's hands into yours. Her hands were cold from the condensation on the ice cream cup.
“It’s no problem. It was worth it because I got to spend time with you,” she kissed one of your hands with her soft lips.
Robin and you spent the rest of the day eating ice cream, telling stories, and laughing your asses off. Although the day didn’t go as planned, you still had a really nice time.  
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THAT'S WHAT I FUCKING WANT-
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