Warnings: so much tension wow, suggestive behavior, mentions of sex, underaged drinking, enemies to lovers?, swearing
Part 2 Part 3
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You didn't exactly get along with her.
No matter how hard you tried to please her and stay on her good side, it always ended in passive aggressive banter.
Arguing.
But never fighting.
People in Jackson were friendly, everyone knew everyone and there was never a reason for rivalry between folk - if by some grace of God there was a disagreement, Maria or Tommy would be there to settle the score and keep people smiling.
But what about behind closed doors? Paired patrols? Unsupervised assignments? In that case most people crossed their fingers and trusted that all was well.
However, this golden aspect of Jackson excluded your dynamic with Ellie. And people noticed.
So she was always by your side on patrols, during assignments in-town, and to add insult to injury you shared friends. If Dina was having a movie night then Ellie was there too. Jessie is inviting people to go sledding? Rest assured Ellie and her snide remarks would be there. It was an ill attempt to smoke out whatever bad blood was between you two.
Right now, though, Ellie was hosting a game night. One you weren't exactly invited to - vicariously via Dina - and it was made obvious to you how unwelcome you were.
She had convinced Maria to let her set up some PS3's in the dining hall and have some people go head to head in Mortal Combat, keeping score on a chalkboard from the school, with snacks and drinks.
You sat as far away from her as possible, a book open on your folded knees, sweet bourbon tingly your throat and taste buds. Drinking wasn't the best idea but alcohol was keeping you at bay for the night (that and everyone above eighteen was drinking).
Dina plopped into the seat across from you with a tipsy, silly grin, "You're being weird. Come play cards." She reached out her hand welcomingly.
She wasn't exactly wrong. Despite Ellie's appearance at most outings, you'd still express yourself as if no one was watching, nothing was off the table. But...there were so many circumstances weighing on you.
This was ELLIE'S event, where SHE was the center of attention - the one you weren't invited to and given snarky remarks as a reminder of your unwanted appearance.
"I-I don't know, I think I'm alright here."
Dina shook her head, "Mm no. There's no debating. You're going to have a good time."
You rolled your eyes, "Dina, I'm not even-"
"Shh! Fuck what Ellie says, you're MY guest, no her's."
You chewed on your lip as you thought. Never before has Ellie made you feel so small during a social event. She shouldn't have the satisfaction of having control now; fuck Ellie.
So you tossed your book on the table, let the bourbon sting your throat as you emptied it from its glass, and took Dina's hand. With a giddy smile she guided you to a table where several different games transpired: cards, board games, even charades.
"Nice of you to join us." Jessie smirked, dealing out your cards.
You quickly noticed the card design and chuckled, "Uno, really?"
It was almost like she had a sixth sense for you and could feel you starting to have a good time, because the second you felt like you could have a good time she swooped in.
"Mind if I join?"
Just to spite you she took the seat across from you so she could gage your reactions.
There was a collective stand still. Everyone flashed a look between you two, wondering who and when someone would stir the shit pot. It wouldn't be you goddamnit. Not today.
When Jessie noticed the social wall you had built he nodded and dispersed the cards accordingly, "You don't have to ask." He grinned apprehensively.
She knew what she was doing. It made you sick. All because she could pull some stops with Maria she's been on this power trip, taking all control into her hands. But you'd show her how little power she had over you. You'd have a good time on purpose!
Plus four.
You glanced at her as briefly as you could, unable to smother the curiousity in you that died to see her stupid little smirk. However, you didn't let it get to you, at least you didn't let it manifest on the outside; you drew your cards and continued.
Plus two from Dina, plus two from Jessie - yes! Now she could take that grin and shove it-
Plus two from Ellie.
"What the fuck guys?!" You exasperated while begrudgingly drawing your cards. Dina and Jesse laughed and mocked you playfully resulting in a smile of your own.
Ellie stared. You could spot her in your peripheral with flames behind her eyes, furious at how content you presented yourself.
Some reverses and regular plays elapsed, giggling and drinking, your wall against Ellie strengthening. It might've even been safe to say you were having a good time (granted you were teetering on the edge of being drunk).
Then she pulled another stop to try and get a rise from you by confidently playing a seven, meaning she could swap hands with any player.
Initially you didn't even think she'd choose you all things considered, but that was foolish, because you were her target. Even if it took all night she'd get you upset enough to storm out of the building with hot tears wetting your skin, because she wanted to hurt you that bad.
Her hand reached for your cards and tugged them free from your fingers then slid her's over to you face down on the table. You didn't have the best hand, pretty standard, but the new set of cards you got were almost enough to make you reach over and crush her throat. No wonder why she got so quiet - so serious and meticulous. She had been working to build the worst hand just to trade with you.
Cunt.
All green cards - the pile was red and Dina had Uno.
No. You wouldn't let this get to you. This would work out and soon that evil grin on her lips would vanish. If she wanted to play dirty, you could to. Needless to say you didn't win that round, but that didn't stop you from plotting your next move to get back at her.
Dina nudged your side, redirecting your attention you didn't know was focused on Ellie, boring your gaze into her while plotting, "Wanna get another drink?"
You knew Dina had to be drunk by now, but that didn't stop you from reaching your own level of intoxication, nor her's. With that you both snuck out back to grab a beer from a cooler someone had hidden away from the children. Your warm stomach kept you from shivering against the chilled night air, and even made your skin feel hot against your icy drink. After clinking together the bottles you both took a nice sip and readied to meet back up with Jessie for another game, content with the lack of a certain someone looming over you.
Until that certain someone did loom over you. She appeared behind you in the shadows, her own beer in hand and a shit eating grin obvious on her face.
"Hey Dina! Jessie said he wanted to talk to you out front." She called over your shoulder as if your existence was obsolete or something she could toy with.
The bronze girl quickly spotted the unusual presence of Ellie and the way your jaw clenched, unsure of her next move.
"Uhm, okay, I'll go talk to him. C'mon Y/n."
"Ah-" she made you and Dina pause, "He sorta wanted to see you alone..." she pressed her lips together apologetically and shrugged her shoulders. You saw right through it. If this was a stunt to get you alone to harass you, it was cheap.
And much to Ellie's delight it worked. Dina nervously assured you she'd catch up with you later and slipped through the threshold leaving you and your worst enemy to share the frosty night air. The click of the latch on the door from Dina's exit made your stomach churn. All the color drained from your face and a faint sweat pricked your hairline.
"I'm surprised you're enjoying yourself." Ellie pressed her back against the wall, crossing her ankles and sipping from her glass bottle.
This wasn't going to happen, not if you had to help it. You sped past her and grabbed after the door handle, burning with nerves and frustration. Then she snatched your wrist with an iron grip and forced you to meet her evil, green stare. An uncomfortable mix of bourbon and beer hit the back of your throat.
Afraid was an understatement.
She yanked you closer to her so you were forced in her circle and unable to escape, "What the Hell is your play here, huh? You're pretty damn ballsy showing up knowing we both fucking hate each other. Hm?!" Every sentence was punctuated with another yank closer to her and her hand tightening around your wrist.
Just like that it felt like your fear had dissipated into your usual anger toward her. Biting back at her with just as much malice and hatred.
"You think I came here tonight just to get a rise out of you? Get over yourself." No matter how much you tugged at your wrist you weren't getting free.
She ground her jaw, "Yeah well I can't think of any other reason why you'd show your dumb fucking face around here."
"Newsflash! We have the same friends dipshit. I was invited as a plus one."
"Who?! Jessie? Dina?" There was a twinge of betrayal in her voice.
"It's none of your damn business - let go of me!" Your fingers were staring to tingle from her grasp.
Her nose scrunched with fury and she pulled you closer, close enough to smell the lingering scent of alcohol on her lips, "Answer me! I knew you weren't welcome here and so did they - so who fucking invited you?"
You snorted, "Like I'd tell you."
Sometimes when you see documentaries or horror movies you can see the evil in someone's eyes: how they get dark, sinister, angry even.
That's exactly what you saw in her eyes. Even though you were drunk and your vision was fuzzy and warped you didn't miss the way her bright forest eyes shuttered into an almost army green or auburn even. It made your spine stiffen and goosebumps ripple across your skin. All you could hear was the rapid pace of your heartbeat in your ears - your body prepping you for fight or flight mode.
She bared her teeth like an animal. A flip had switched and now she was a primal animal ready to hunt down her prey. Your fingers had gone numb from her grip.
But despite all of this, you were curious.
Would she hurt you? Scream at you?
Kill you.
You waited to see her next step, because whatever it was you were ready for. How far would she go? It wasn't a secret what she was capable of and God knows how brutal Joel was in front of her; she wasn't a force to be reckoned with. Though, that didn't trigger you to run or fight, scream or scratch.
Her breathing got heavier - quicker, like a chant, your heartbeat bumped to its rhythm. You grew restless and your deadly curiosity mixed with your drunken carelessness had you egging her on.
Taking a step closer and brining your face closer to her's, you whispered, "What are you gonna do?" You might as well of said, 'I challenge you.'
A few seconds passed with no response from her, the same feral dog behavior.
"Huh!?" You yelled, startling her, "You're all bark and no fucking bite! Thinking you've got me shaking like a Goddamn leaf by grabbing my wrist" - you took advantage of her weakened demeanor and set your joint free - "Fuck you Ellie!"
Next thing you were groaning out in pain.
Your back crashed on the snow-covered ground, hard. Disheveled, in pain, you were disoriented and it took you a few moments to realize Ellie had tackled you to the ground and pinned you down. Now it was time for you to fight back.
Then you realized she had your hips immobilized and your wrists harshly pinned above you. Trying to wriggle and thrash did nothing.
"Yeah, I'll fuck you. Then you'll shut up."
"What-?!"
Her freckled cheeks and full lips stopped just before dusting yours. Just like you did, she paused and waited to see how daring you were, how far you would or wouldn't go. She was testing your limits and abilities.
It didn't help that her knee was shifting against your groin.
Purposefully.
Then you sucked in a small, sudden breath as if your soul had re-entered your body. The reality of the situation struck you hard: Ellie's hands on your wrist and waist, her knee between your thighs, lips that smelled like sweet liquor dusting yours, desperate eyes shifting across your awe-struck expression.
Another shift of her knee made you gasp and your thighs tense. Her fingers tickled your hip as they danced closer to the waistband of your jeans, making your skin fiery.
It was your turn to take her by surprise.
"At least treat me like a lady and fuck me on a bed."
As much as you wanted this to make her scoff and toss you away disgustedly, another part of you was elated when she bit her lip and tore you from the ground and started guiding you toward her mini-apartment behind Joel's.
'There's no way this is happening. No fucking way,' you thought anxiously, yet you let her clasp your hands together and swing you thorough the threshold, shutting the door and slamming you against it.
Once again her fingers explored your waist, this time traveling upward.
"I can't believe I'm doing this. I hate you," Ellie breathed, her lips brushing against your neck - but not kissing.
With your hands now free you returned the favor and let your palms and fingertips adventure up her toned back. Naturally, you pressed her torso closer to yours which surged electricity through your muscles.
"I hate you too." You reciprocated breathlessly, "Take this off."
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The original argument lasted longer than either of you initially thought. But it was Abby's fault, she was the dick.
At least, that's how you explained it to Manny, when he asked why neither of you would look or even acknowledge the other the entire first briefing. Your arms crossed, and her brows furrowed.
"Alright, what's with you both?"
He had asked, but neither of you responded, the only moment he knew you'd actually heard him was when Abby rolled her eyes and stalked away like a big grouchy asshole.
It was technically supposed to be a group supply collection, until everyone else had backed out and decided it was too far from base for their liking, and too many things happened to go wrong out there.
Yet you and Abby didn't run away from the mission, and neither of you realized the other hadn't backed out. Until, it was just two of you left standing.
Leah had gotten you both to finally make up, but it was nearly for nothing. You still sarcastically responding to everything she said, and her sending you glares every time you said something she didn't like.
You were like an itch, a bratty presence that wouldn't disappear no matter how annoyed she acted. How many times she brushed you away, you always found yourself right back ready to drive her insane.
Like a moth to light, you were to Abby.
Look for the light, how ironic.
"Y/n." You heard your name, but you were focused down at the broken compass you always used. The one that Abby had broken in a drunken fit of idiocy while you were hanging out with her.
The moment that had broke the already present tension you had between you. Originally it was something else, but now for you both it was anger, anger you were conveying from your original feelings.
The feelings you weren't sure you knew the name of.
"Y/n!" You jumped, turning to see Abby coming up to your side. "What?" You yelled, frustrated already before looking back down at the broken compass. "It's still not working?" "No, all thanks to you of course." "I already said I'd get you a new one." "Doesn't matter, I liked this one."
Abby rolled her eyes, walking beside you towards the armory.
"I didn't mean it and you know it." "Still sucks, I really liked it." Abby's face seemingly fell, the girl deciding silence was better than speaking as she followed you.
Walking while messing with her hands, you noticed her muscles were more exposed due to her choice of tank top to battle the humid air. Your gaze lingering on her form that strutted off, talking to one of the guys running part of the ammo station while he handed her a few boxes meant for the both of you.
You couldn't help your wandering eyes, but hurriedly pulled them away when she turned towards you. Seeing you instead staring off at a few guys nearby cleaning some of the guns.
"Y/n, let's move."
And again, it was silence between you both, only a few huffs passing your lips gaining the blondes attention each time and growing her annoyance all the same.
"Quit pouting, this'll go faster without you sulking the entire time." You took a look at her, then huffed louder, smiling like an idiot as you did so.
"Sorry, couldn't hear you over the sound of my sulking. What was that?" Abby stared at you, anger resting right behind her pupils while you grinned in triumph, looking in front of you.
"Look at that, we get a truck." "The drive is almost three hours long." You looked at her once again, this time your jaw threatening to fall from your face. "Tell me you're fucking kidding." "Nope, better make yourself comfortable, shithead." You groaned,
"Fuck me."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
But it wasn't nothing, it was something Abby thought and replayed in her mind nearly the entire drive, glancing at you in the passenger seat every now and again. Your leg up on the dash and the rest of you layed back while you held a book Abby recommended to you in your hands.
Your pants stuck to your legs, shaping your thighs and hugging your calves. Abby stared for a moment too long, looking forward again to ignore the feelings swirling around in her chest.
The rural area around was desolate, rainy but the fall colors complemented the gray sky above. A perfect day to stay inside, you'd said once, Abby recalling the memory of you both laying on the couch in your room and reading cringey book passages back and forth to each other.
"Do you still have those CD's in here?" You glanced to her, meeting her eyes for a split moment before looking away. "Am I a ghost?" "You borrowed my last one, asshole." "Hey, language."
"What? Did I offend the book?" You marked your page, throwing the book beside you and onto the cupholders. Sitting up to look out the windshield.
"We almost there?" "Yeah, just relax." You turned to her, kicking your feet back and forth before glancing at her hand on the steering wheel.
Her knuckles slightly white, little scars surrounding them. Some of them you remembered when she'd gotten, a few you'd patched up yourself while out in the field.
"I can't Abby, m'bored." You then looked at her face, eyes focused on the road but you could see the gears turning in her mind.
"You have so many freckles." You poked the skin at the top of her cheek, right near her eye causing her to nearly wink. Scrunching the side of her face.
"Quit." "How much longer?" "Not long." "That isn't an answer Abigail."
You leaned back against the seat again, legs doing what they want as you looked out the window at the falling raindrops and trees. Bored out of your mind at the amount of nothingness mixed with overgrown empty.
Then you began to see building frames, many building frames, shorter in style than the heart of Seattle. But you could tell some where apartments, motels, stores and such. All taken by mother nature.
It was a town, or a city, the size couldn't be accounted for because of the rolling hills and trees that had made their home right in the heart. But there was something nostalgic about the town, then again it also reminded you of everything else in the world.
It was just another place.
You looked away from the glass, then at Abby. Focusing on the passing scenery in her eyes, going by as quickly as the truck moved.
"Abby..." You dragged her name out, nail tickling at her forearm to get her attention. "Bored." "We're here." "We are?" You glanced out the window again, looking around at the apartments you'd parked in front of, seemingly abandoned.
"I don't get it, why are we here?" "Isaac hid supplies here, and we need them." You raised your eyebrow. "Why hide supplies three hours from base? Added, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing?"
Abby turned the truck off, looking at you, keys jingling in her hand.
"It's a plan B, incase anything happens. Idiot." "Pretty far plan B. Are you positive we're in the right place?" You looked out the window once more, unsure with the building. "And don't call me an idiot, idiot."
You opened the truck door, stepping out into the crisp autumn air that sent a shiver up your spine. Your breath just able to be seen in front of your face. Your sweater did everything to keep you warm while walking up to the decrepit frame that was once a bustling home for people.
"It's strange, there's only one building around." "There's not just one." Abby came to your side, pointing passed the trees to other 'buildings' if you could even call the framework of what was a 'building'.
"Huh, 'kay let's go." You moved to skip forward, Abby instead gripping your arm to a pause. "Are you crazy?" "What? Where's Miss Cocky at? C'mon, I'm bored." Abby rolled her eyes, taking a few things out of the back of the truck from underneath the tarp.
One of the things being your backpack.
"Here-" You shoved passed, grabbing your own things before smiling at her. "Thanks, let's go." "Really?" You shrugged, meeting her gaze that was nothing but a glare. "What?"
"Wait for me." "Thanks, but no thanks. You're driving me nuts with this motherly act."
Abby hurried to grab her own things, rushing after your form that disappeared into the building.
Your eyes danced around the tattered wallpaper, molded photos on the wall and your boots brushing against plants that had grown through the floor.
This place couldn't be that bad. It was nice, like a movie, well, that was what you thought.
"Yeesh." You whispered, walking into a conjoined room, a fancy lobby area with a dusty chandelier becoming your new surroundings. A tiny smile on your face as you spun around.
The entire place was dark wood, like a manor, only it was an apartment building. The art like the renaissance, or what Abby had taught you of the time. The paintings she'd shown you, along with stories of the major scientists and their discoveries.
All of it came out in the rooms, building with large windows, though the glass was clouded and old.
It was beautiful.
"Are you kidding me?" Turning, Abby stood glaring at you from the doorway, backpack on and a scowl to complement. "What?"
"Do you have a Deathwish?' You walked up to her, swaying your hips before crossing your arms. "Nope. Just... quiet. Nothing how you said it would be." "That doesn't mean-" "Oh?"
You looked forward, spotting a nearby picture that sparked your curiosity, taking it into your hands.
"Aw, look, they're so cute. That one kind of looks like Ryan." Abby appeared behind your shoulder, her breath fanning your neck as she examined the photo. "Who's Ryan?" "Y'know? That cute guy in med? He stares at me every time we go to see Mel? You've never met him?"
Abby dreaded the fact that she'd even asked the question. Internally groaning and imagining herself banging her head against the wall. Your eyes practically turning to hearts at the thought.
"But... he's kinda creepy. I think I just like the attention." You set the picture down and looked at a door beside the table, going to grab the rusty golden doorknob.
"Wait." Abby's hand wrapped around your wrist, practically engulfing it. "We don't know what's in there, and unless you want your face eaten off, we should check." Looking down at her hand, you pulled away, shrugging. "What if I'm into that?"
Abby stared at you slightly flustered, not blushing, no, just reminded of her earlier thoughts of you. The ones she'd tried to shake away but couldn't seem to escape truck and it's thick air.
"I'd tell you to keep that to yourself." Abby stepped in front of you, gaining her cool personal once more while opening the door.
Inside were two insanely still runners, her eyes scanning for spores against the slight light coming through the windows.
"Right or left?" She'd asked, but you didn't care, beginning to creep into the room while pulling your knife from the side of your bag. The runner quietly muttering and crying to itself.
It's skin looked gray in the darkness, it's jacket ripped and torn. And as you rose to stab it, hearing Abby shuffling around behind you, you realized how much taller it was compared to your frame.
But nonetheless, you kicked the back of it's leg, watching it fall to its knees as you swung your knife into the flesh of its neck. Turning around once you were done whilst wiping your hands on your pants.
"Y/n, you can't just rush in like that-" "Seemed to work out fine. You take too long." Abby would've given everything in that moment for a chance to throw you out the window. "We didn't have a fucking plan."
"The plan was one of us goes right and the other goes left. You said it yourself." You looked around at the nearly empty room, once an office it seemed. "So, where are the supplies?" "Upstairs." You nodded your head, humming. "Upstairs. Great."
You went quiet for a moment, walking over to her before patting her shoulder.
"You got the heavy lifting, right?" You gave her that all-too familiar smile before making your way towards the decrepit looking stairs. Slightly nervous to take a step, you first pressed your foot down on the first stair, seeing it hold.
"Wait, idiot." You groaned, ignoring her demand and continuing upwards. "The stairs could collapse will you just f-" "Are you calling me fat?" You giggled, reaching the first landing, looking up at the second set of stairs leading to the second floor.
"That's rude, y'know." "Don't be a brat." Abby followed after, walking exactly where you had. She wondered if she should stop you, looking at the rotten steps that were created by the hole in the ceiling.
You didn't see them, she should stop you. Make sure you didn't trip.
But she didn't, she let you turn around and move to walk up them. Not realizing how rotten they really were, and how close the infected were to you both.
You were supposed to trip, not fall.
"Shit!" You fell through, only your legs and only halfway, but it had hurt and it wasn't the worst problem you had going for you. You looked down, your eyes stayed trained on where the lower half of your body was through the floor, not even hearing the screams of the few clickers flying out of empty rooms that were once their homes.
"Fuck, Y/n!" The sound of a gunshot brought you back from your struggle. Looking up to see a runner coming straight at your head, only stopped when a loud pop rang out and it fell to the ground. Red surrounding it's face.
"I can't reach." Your knife had fallen from your hand, just a ways away, you thought. Reaching out to grab it, the wood splintering and stabbing at your stomach.
You flexed every finger, trying your best to grab it. Only your middle finger doing the job to push it slightly closer.
The stairs than gave away a little more, making you sink deeper into the staircase. Legs dangling underneath you in the open air.
There were too many for Abby to handle, backing up every time one got to close to her. They began to ignore you, going for the one making the most noise while you struggled on the ground.
"Almost." It was a whisper of hope, getting the handle in your grip when a runner came barreling at you.
You could feel fear, you had before too. But there was something about the breath caught up in your throat mixed with the inability to move at all when your stomach dropped that tied it all together.
And yet somehow, you reached up, feeling the blade stab through the 'once a man's' Adams apple.
Then there was silence. A tense feeling in the atmosphere, but you only stared down at the dark flooring that kept you trapped.
"Told you to wait." "Fuck you." Abby crouched beside your upper body, almost assessing the situation while biting back a smile. "Are you bit?" "Would it make you feel better if I said yes?"
Abby's hand came out to take your backpack off, her other arm slipping under yours to keep you up.
"No. It wouldn't."
Once the bag was off, the hole was big enough to pull you back through. Abby pulling you upwards and helping you away and back on the landing.
"Why not? You've been praying on my downfall since we got in that car." You laughed, looking at your pants that had been ruined as you sat. "I'll be right back. Try not to die while I'm gone. Please? I'm not explaining to Isaac how I came back to find your body at the bottom of the stairs."
You looked at her, your stare giving her a reply wordlessly. Abby laughing to herself as she walked away.
And it wasn't long before she returned, to you, nowhere to be found.
Having found crates of supplies they could use to further their scavenging points. She was only happy to be one step closer to leaving.
And then you were gone.
"Y/n? Fuck." She said your name, whispering profanity to herself while avoiding the giant hole in the stairs. "Wher- really?"
You were propped up on the dusty couch, looking at a pamphlet for the nearby museum. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes concentrated as you read. Taking in information you'd probably never need.
Abby watched you for a moment, knowing you were blissfully unaware of her presence. That was until you turned your head.
"I thought you died." Was what she said, hiding the fact that she'd definitely been watching you, the comment making you laugh out loud.
"Me? Die? In your dreams. Find anything?" "Yeah, just need to move it. You good?" "Ankle is killing me, but the museum nearby has Picasso painting recreations, so that could help."
Abby couldn't even reply to what you'd said, causing you to giggle once more as she shook her head like a disappointed mom. Walking back upstairs with you close behind.
Carefully you both took the boxes out to the truck, Abby giving you a much lighter load than you realized. The blonde handing you the easier to carry boxes without you knowing. Watching you glance down at your ankle every now and again.
"How'd you know they'd only be on the second floor?" "The third floor is completely blocked off, the stairs collapsed and there was shit piled up at the top."
"I dunno how smart this hiding place was, but considering the stuff is here, I guess it was successful." The lip of the truck closed as Abby pushed it up, putting out her hand to nod to your bag. "Want that in the back?"
You nodded handing it to her.
"Maybe you are useful."
Abby tossed the backpack into the bed of the truck. Glaring at you from across the vehicle. "One of us has to be." You got in the truck, shutting the door, the silence becoming deafening once Abby did the same.
"God it's hard to breathe." You stripped yourself of the sweater, exposing your white tank top and warm skin to the air. Smiling at the cold brushing against your shoulders. "It's so fucking humid. Aren't you hot?"
"Will you shut it?" "Will you quit being an asshole?"
You looked over at her, leaning on the center console. Unintentionally giving her a perfect view of your chest resting in your bra.
"What's with you today? Last time I checked, it was your fault we were fighting." "Because you're a picky brat."
Abby started the truck, keeping her eyes on you the entire time.
"You don't like my personality?" You pouted, the rain suddenly picking up again outside. "Not today."
The truck began moving as Abby left the apartments. Seeing you slump back in your seat from the corner of her eye. Picking up your discarded entertainment and flipping the page.
"You should've listened to me back there," You let a puff of air pass your nose, laughter, as she continued, "you wouldn't have gotten hurt." "Well my bad, captain. Didn't know you were in charge of me."
"Stop talking to me like that." "Like what?"
The truck than came to a complete stop, nothing but trees around you both that could be seen outside the windows.
"What are you doing?" She turned the key, but didn't take it out of the engine. "Don't talk to me like you're in charge."
You laughed, but something changed when you seen her face. Dead serious, staring into your skull while you sat in disbelief.
"Who said I'm not-" "Me. Get in the backseat." You swallowed, smile slowly falling. "Wh-" "Did you hear me?"
With a short breath outwards you turned to climb into the overly roomy back seat, the one you'd slept in during the first two hours of the way here.
And now look at you.
Something out there was laughing at your predicament, and it was probably Abby.
"What if Scars run out of the woods and kill us?" "Let me worry about that." Abby knew it, not even the Scars came this far, but you didn't know that, and it didn't seem like you cared.
Your back hit the door as Abby climbed over you, her body shadowing your own. Your chest went tight, staring into her predatory eyes that seemed to have completely shifted from those you remembered earlier.
Not that you'd been watching.
Abby then leaned forward, catching your lips in a rough kiss that pushed your head against the window. The cold making contact with your scalp and then the back of your neck making you shudder.
You could taste her nearly gone Chapstick, plain, one you'd given her due to the cold sweeping in to take over the Seattle summer weather.
You wondered for a split second if she used it often, but then her hands slipped to your waist where your shirt had ridden up. And you'd completely forgotten everything you were thinking before. Just like that.
"You don't listen, do you?" You shook your head with a smile earning yourself a sharp grip to your thigh. "Use your words." "I don't." Abby then went to kiss you again but stopped.
She grinned like a maniac, though, when you moved to try and kiss her only for her to back away. An idea then popping into her mind while she moved to sit again the other door, right across from you.
You got the hint, sitting up on your knees, reaching down to take your tank top off, tossing it towards the front seats. Then, reaching behind you, you unclasped your bra.
Her gaze fell to your tits as you removed the garment and set it aside. Fingers slipping down to your jeans button, looking down for a second.
"I'm up here." Your head shot up, "Sorry." You mumbled, sliding them off of your legs, landing right back on your butt.
"C'mere." Abby motioned, allowing you to crawl into her lap, clad in only your panties. Her warm hands cupping your cold hips, slowly trailing upwards while her eyes raked over your body.
"Abby.." She hushed you, feelings your much smaller grip on her shoulders, keeping you up.
"Please.." You mumbled earning yourself a smack, a whimper of pain passing your lips. "Can't you be quiet? Forgot, you don't listen." You looked down seeing her fingers moving, getting another harsh spank.
"Eyes on me."
Her other hand moved down to push your panties aside, watching you struggle to sit still without squirming.
It was painful how much you wanted her, tight, holding you hips back from grinding towards her hand to stop the throbbing between your thighs.
You didn't even notice until she'd gotten so close to your heat, barely brushing over your slit. Slowly flexing her fingers upward to press against your clit.
Moving in slow, agonizing circles around and around. Your breath becoming labored and quick, Abby watching your chest move up and down.
"C'mere," She grabbed the back of your head, forcing you close enough for her to kiss you. Never quickening her pace on your cunt, instead to you it just felt like she was moving slower.
"You taste good, for being so stupid." She pulled just the slightest back, lips grazing against your own as she breathed. "You're so pretty when you're quiet. Where'd the dumb remarks go?"
You didn't answer, a finger slipping into your aching hole as a response.
"Good girl." It was like a song sung into the air that moved through you and right down to your belly. Feeling the words in your bottom half as a rushing heat passed over your face.
"But if you ever do anything like that again, it won't be anything out there that you'll have to deal with," she breathed, "Understand?"
You nodded before spitting out a strangled 'yes', silently pleading for her to move the single digit that rested in your pussy. Your own hands gripping her forearm like it was your last lifeline.
"I have to make sure now, don't I?" Her arm wrapped around your waist, pushing you to lay down on the backseat. "Bet Leah didn't expect this when she told us to make up."
Abby leaned down, sinking another finger in making you let out a choked noise. Spreading your legs further for her, her palm forcing your thigh against the back of the seat.
"Oh- oh fuck Abby!" Your head lolled to the side, watching her hand move in and out of your cunt. Her other than pressing down on your lower stomach, smiling when you gasped.
"Oh-" Was the only thing you could muster up as a response, feelings her fingertips running along your walls. "Please.." She moved closer to your face, curling her fingers as she moved closer.
"What?" Just as your stomach began to coil, you felt empty, whining at the loss of her hand when it appeared at your face. "Open up."
Your jaw went slack, taking her two fingers nearly right down your throat making you choke. Tongue welcoming her into your space.
"There you go." Abby chuckled quietly, her other hand moving down your bare hip. Your head felt stuffy, the entire car hot making it hard to breathe. Especially once she slid from your mouth, backing up to spread your legs again.
She dipped down, kissing your clit and making the rest of your body jump in surprise. Her hands grabbing and kneading at the skin of your thighs without a care in the world, like it belonged to her.
Like you belonged to her.
You could already see the bruises in your mind that you'd have from her harsh grabs. But the thought slipped away when she took a long lick up your slit, a much louder moan tumbling from your vocal cords.
"Oh my God-" And now you were sat to wonder why you hadn't thought of this sooner. You were certain she had, only coming to the final decision that this whole thing was premeditated when you met her hungry eyes looking up at you.
She was starved, like she'd been waiting with a meal in front of her for hours and wasn't allowed to eat.
You could feel her just barely touching your hole, sucking on your clit while her other hand ran along your inner thigh right beside your cunt.
"Abby..." Your fingers threaded through her blonde hair, pulling short pieces from her braid. "Feels s'good.."
Abby's eyes then glided to your tits, watching them rise and fall with each heavy breath. Your stomach flexing every time her tongue kitten licked your ball of nerves.
You could feel yourself coming close to the edge, so close, grinding your hips towards her face to find your release. But she pulled back, grinning at your impatience before her touch on your pussy was gone.
"Please, m'sorry.. more.." "What do you want?" One of your hands moved to her own that rested on your panty line, scratching at her fingers when she sucked harshly. Just to get a rise out of you.
"Fingers.. please Abby.."
"Since you asked so nicely. Turn onto your stomach." Your breath hitched as you did, her middle one slipped in just as soon as your body stilled. Instinctively clenching your cunt around her hand as if to keep her there. "Geez Y/n. Tight." You whimpered, her one digit moving in and out at an agonizing pace.
"You still like the med guy?" You shook your head with a gasp once she added another finger, her free hand moving from yours to slap your ass. "I bet you do, huh? Cause you just can't seem to shut up about him."
"I don't like him.." You pouted, lip quivering as you began to react to her words. "Don't be a liar too now." "M'not!" You whined defensively, another stinging smack to your behind making you let out a cry.
"Don't yell at me, say sorry." "M'sorry." You bit onto your forearm when she began going faster, running along your favorite spots. Sounds you didn't even know you can make spilling from your throat as she went as deep as she could possibly reach.
Curling inside you while watching with a smile.
"I'm sure you are." You began to get close once more, feeling the slow burning build up flood your lower belly, closing your eyes and hoping that you would be allowed to let go.
"But I don't know if you're sorry enough." She slowed once more, seeing your jaw clench from the throbbing need for her. "I am, I promise.." "Mmm, I don't know."
You sat up slightly, face sore from being squished into the seat, wanting so badly to feel her hands once again.
"I am, I swear, and I won't rush ahead anymore. I promise." You begged, pleaded, all while keeping your voice quiet to avoid another spank on your ass. "I won't do it ever again."
Her fingers began to move once more, the tips pressing against your walls. Going so slow, teasingly, never going faster.
"Abby... please, I'll be good I promise."
She knew you were lying, it's why she built it up once more. Maybe not in the moment, but you'd be your reckless self again at some point.
You were coming close, having already been before, her adding to the amount of fingers fucking you didn't help either. Three fingers moving at an ever lasting pace.
"Ah-" You said so quietly, quiet enough that it could be forgotten as a whisper, backing up just barely so that her knuckles brushed your ass.
"Don't get greedy, you said you were gonna be good." You hummed a whine, quietly apologizing to her while muttering her name.
"I'm..." You whimpered, feeling your stomach getting tight, every fiber or your body going tense and strained. Wanting so bad to let go, but you knew you'd be in trouble if you did.
"Abby... please.." Her fingers pulled back, her other hand caressing your ass cheek while she 'thought' to herself. "Flip over."
You complied, getting right onto your back once again, Abby leaning over your body to kiss you once more. Brushing against your lips while she pulled back to kiss your cheek.
"You're not gonna act like that again, not with me, understand?" You nodded adamantly, up and down quicker than she'd ever seen. "Yes, I understand. Please, please make me cum. I'll be good."
Abby slipped back in, leaning down to kiss your clit making your body jump. Fingers scissoring you open once more.
"Oh-" "Good girl. Spread your legs open wider, there you go." You did as she asked, leg pushed against the back seat while she finger fucked you. Tears welling up in your eyes from the sudden pleasure, from how fast she started to go, from the overwhelming feeling that flooded your entire lower half.
"Oh fuck- oh fuck- I can't!" Abby smiled, sucking on your clit just before she sat up, smashing her mouth onto yours in an intoxicating kiss.
Your mind then went blank, fuzzy and full of cotton. You felt your stomach snap before you prepared yourself for it, screaming against Abby's lips. Legs shaking and your body squeezing around her fingers.
You felt tingly, like you were floating for a moment in time. Like nothing existed at all, and never would.
"I-" You whispered. "There you go." Abby kissed the side of your head as you came, chest heaving with a mix of sweat and tears that had rolled down from your face.
"Oh fuck-" Your head fell to the side, looking at the front of the truck towards the windshield. "Abby.." You looked at her again, throat scratching and voice nearly silent.
"You did so good." She grabbed something from the center console of the truck, hurrying to clean you up as Abby realized how late it had began to get.
"I'm sorry." Your breathing was uneven, your mind fried from falling so far into your own world. Your emotions running wild while Abby held you up, helping you put your underwear back on.
"M'sorry for fucking up." "It's okay," She kissed your neck, "you gotta listen better." Her hand ran over your forehead while she reached to grab your discarded shirt, Abby's sight then focusing on the window, the rain coming down even harder than it had been.
"Ready to go?" She then asked, watching you shrug, your eyes becoming half-lidded and exhausted. "Just one more minute. M'tired." "I know, we don't have to go to med when we get back."
You hummed, still staring at the glass pane.
"Okay. You'll take care of me?" Your voice was soft, like you hadn't met her before. Shy, and quiet, no one would ever know you two had been arguing.
"Yeah." "Okay, m'sorry again." "It's over. Now sit up, you staying back here?" You shook your head, wiping stray years from your face that Abby missed. "No I wanna be up there with you."
"Be careful." "I got it, Abby." "Yeah, I'm sure you do."
hi love! itâs me again! iâm resubmitting my request. there would be an established friendship but abby decides to take it to the next level and realizes that sheâs the one the reader needs to keep them in check. i was wondering if you could possibly write a brat tamer!dom! abby anderson with a brat!female reader where the two are out on a mission and the reader is constantly complaining and not listening to abby to the point where there mission is almost jeopardized and once they get to a safe enough place abby finally handles the readerâs attitude and puts her back in her place by spanking and edging her.
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The original argument lasted longer than either of you initially thought. But it was Abby's fault, she was the dick.
At least, that's how you explained it to Manny, when he asked why neither of you would look or even acknowledge the other the entire first briefing. Your arms crossed, and her brows furrowed.
"Alright, what's with you both?"
He had asked, but neither of you responded, the only moment he knew you'd actually heard him was when Abby rolled her eyes and stalked away like a big grouchy asshole.
It was technically supposed to be a group supply collection, until everyone else had backed out and decided it was too far from base for their liking, and too many things happened to go wrong out there.
Yet you and Abby didn't run away from the mission, and neither of you realized the other hadn't backed out. Until, it was just two of you left standing.
Leah had gotten you both to finally make up, but it was nearly for nothing. You still sarcastically responding to everything she said, and her sending you glares every time you said something she didn't like.
You were like an itch, a bratty presence that wouldn't disappear no matter how annoyed she acted. How many times she brushed you away, you always found yourself right back ready to drive her insane.
Like a moth to light, you were to Abby.
Look for the light, how ironic.
"Y/n." You heard your name, but you were focused down at the broken compass you always used. The one that Abby had broken in a drunken fit of idiocy while you were hanging out with her.
The moment that had broke the already present tension you had between you. Originally it was something else, but now for you both it was anger, anger you were conveying from your original feelings.
The feelings you weren't sure you knew the name of.
"Y/n!" You jumped, turning to see Abby coming up to your side. "What?" You yelled, frustrated already before looking back down at the broken compass. "It's still not working?" "No, all thanks to you of course." "I already said I'd get you a new one." "Doesn't matter, I liked this one."
Abby rolled her eyes, walking beside you towards the armory.
"I didn't mean it and you know it." "Still sucks, I really liked it." Abby's face seemingly fell, the girl deciding silence was better than speaking as she followed you.
Walking while messing with her hands, you noticed her muscles were more exposed due to her choice of tank top to battle the humid air. Your gaze lingering on her form that strutted off, talking to one of the guys running part of the ammo station while he handed her a few boxes meant for the both of you.
You couldn't help your wandering eyes, but hurriedly pulled them away when she turned towards you. Seeing you instead staring off at a few guys nearby cleaning some of the guns.
"Y/n, let's move."
And again, it was silence between you both, only a few huffs passing your lips gaining the blondes attention each time and growing her annoyance all the same.
"Quit pouting, this'll go faster without you sulking the entire time." You took a look at her, then huffed louder, smiling like an idiot as you did so.
"Sorry, couldn't hear you over the sound of my sulking. What was that?" Abby stared at you, anger resting right behind her pupils while you grinned in triumph, looking in front of you.
"Look at that, we get a truck." "The drive is almost three hours long." You looked at her once again, this time your jaw threatening to fall from your face. "Tell me you're fucking kidding." "Nope, better make yourself comfortable, shithead." You groaned,
"Fuck me."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
But it wasn't nothing, it was something Abby thought and replayed in her mind nearly the entire drive, glancing at you in the passenger seat every now and again. Your leg up on the dash and the rest of you layed back while you held a book Abby recommended to you in your hands.
Your pants stuck to your legs, shaping your thighs and hugging your calves. Abby stared for a moment too long, looking forward again to ignore the feelings swirling around in her chest.
The rural area around was desolate, rainy but the fall colors complemented the gray sky above. A perfect day to stay inside, you'd said once, Abby recalling the memory of you both laying on the couch in your room and reading cringey book passages back and forth to each other.
"Do you still have those CD's in here?" You glanced to her, meeting her eyes for a split moment before looking away. "Am I a ghost?" "You borrowed my last one, asshole." "Hey, language."
"What? Did I offend the book?" You marked your page, throwing the book beside you and onto the cupholders. Sitting up to look out the windshield.
"We almost there?" "Yeah, just relax." You turned to her, kicking your feet back and forth before glancing at her hand on the steering wheel.
Her knuckles slightly white, little scars surrounding them. Some of them you remembered when she'd gotten, a few you'd patched up yourself while out in the field.
"I can't Abby, m'bored." You then looked at her face, eyes focused on the road but you could see the gears turning in her mind.
"You have so many freckles." You poked the skin at the top of her cheek, right near her eye causing her to nearly wink. Scrunching the side of her face.
"Quit." "How much longer?" "Not long." "That isn't an answer Abigail."
You leaned back against the seat again, legs doing what they want as you looked out the window at the falling raindrops and trees. Bored out of your mind at the amount of nothingness mixed with overgrown empty.
Then you began to see building frames, many building frames, shorter in style than the heart of Seattle. But you could tell some where apartments, motels, stores and such. All taken by mother nature.
It was a town, or a city, the size couldn't be accounted for because of the rolling hills and trees that had made their home right in the heart. But there was something nostalgic about the town, then again it also reminded you of everything else in the world.
It was just another place.
You looked away from the glass, then at Abby. Focusing on the passing scenery in her eyes, going by as quickly as the truck moved.
"Abby..." You dragged her name out, nail tickling at her forearm to get her attention. "Bored." "We're here." "We are?" You glanced out the window again, looking around at the apartments you'd parked in front of, seemingly abandoned.
"I don't get it, why are we here?" "Isaac hid supplies here, and we need them." You raised your eyebrow. "Why hide supplies three hours from base? Added, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing?"
Abby turned the truck off, looking at you, keys jingling in her hand.
"It's a plan B, incase anything happens. Idiot." "Pretty far plan B. Are you positive we're in the right place?" You looked out the window once more, unsure with the building. "And don't call me an idiot, idiot."
You opened the truck door, stepping out into the crisp autumn air that sent a shiver up your spine. Your breath just able to be seen in front of your face. Your sweater did everything to keep you warm while walking up to the decrepit frame that was once a bustling home for people.
"It's strange, there's only one building around." "There's not just one." Abby came to your side, pointing passed the trees to other 'buildings' if you could even call the framework of what was a 'building'.
"Huh, 'kay let's go." You moved to skip forward, Abby instead gripping your arm to a pause. "Are you crazy?" "What? Where's Miss Cocky at? C'mon, I'm bored." Abby rolled her eyes, taking a few things out of the back of the truck from underneath the tarp.
One of the things being your backpack.
"Here-" You shoved passed, grabbing your own things before smiling at her. "Thanks, let's go." "Really?" You shrugged, meeting her gaze that was nothing but a glare. "What?"
"Wait for me." "Thanks, but no thanks. You're driving me nuts with this motherly act."
Abby hurried to grab her own things, rushing after your form that disappeared into the building.
Your eyes danced around the tattered wallpaper, molded photos on the wall and your boots brushing against plants that had grown through the floor.
This place couldn't be that bad. It was nice, like a movie, well, that was what you thought.
"Yeesh." You whispered, walking into a conjoined room, a fancy lobby area with a dusty chandelier becoming your new surroundings. A tiny smile on your face as you spun around.
The entire place was dark wood, like a manor, only it was an apartment building. The art like the renaissance, or what Abby had taught you of the time. The paintings she'd shown you, along with stories of the major scientists and their discoveries.
All of it came out in the rooms, building with large windows, though the glass was clouded and old.
It was beautiful.
"Are you kidding me?" Turning, Abby stood glaring at you from the doorway, backpack on and a scowl to complement. "What?"
"Do you have a Deathwish?' You walked up to her, swaying your hips before crossing your arms. "Nope. Just... quiet. Nothing how you said it would be." "That doesn't mean-" "Oh?"
You looked forward, spotting a nearby picture that sparked your curiosity, taking it into your hands.
"Aw, look, they're so cute. That one kind of looks like Ryan." Abby appeared behind your shoulder, her breath fanning your neck as she examined the photo. "Who's Ryan?" "Y'know? That cute guy in med? He stares at me every time we go to see Mel? You've never met him?"
Abby dreaded the fact that she'd even asked the question. Internally groaning and imagining herself banging her head against the wall. Your eyes practically turning to hearts at the thought.
"But... he's kinda creepy. I think I just like the attention." You set the picture down and looked at a door beside the table, going to grab the rusty golden doorknob.
"Wait." Abby's hand wrapped around your wrist, practically engulfing it. "We don't know what's in there, and unless you want your face eaten off, we should check." Looking down at her hand, you pulled away, shrugging. "What if I'm into that?"
Abby stared at you slightly flustered, not blushing, no, just reminded of her earlier thoughts of you. The ones she'd tried to shake away but couldn't seem to escape truck and it's thick air.
"I'd tell you to keep that to yourself." Abby stepped in front of you, gaining her cool personal once more while opening the door.
Inside were two insanely still runners, her eyes scanning for spores against the slight light coming through the windows.
"Right or left?" She'd asked, but you didn't care, beginning to creep into the room while pulling your knife from the side of your bag. The runner quietly muttering and crying to itself.
It's skin looked gray in the darkness, it's jacket ripped and torn. And as you rose to stab it, hearing Abby shuffling around behind you, you realized how much taller it was compared to your frame.
But nonetheless, you kicked the back of it's leg, watching it fall to its knees as you swung your knife into the flesh of its neck. Turning around once you were done whilst wiping your hands on your pants.
"Y/n, you can't just rush in like that-" "Seemed to work out fine. You take too long." Abby would've given everything in that moment for a chance to throw you out the window. "We didn't have a fucking plan."
"The plan was one of us goes right and the other goes left. You said it yourself." You looked around at the nearly empty room, once an office it seemed. "So, where are the supplies?" "Upstairs." You nodded your head, humming. "Upstairs. Great."
You went quiet for a moment, walking over to her before patting her shoulder.
"You got the heavy lifting, right?" You gave her that all-too familiar smile before making your way towards the decrepit looking stairs. Slightly nervous to take a step, you first pressed your foot down on the first stair, seeing it hold.
"Wait, idiot." You groaned, ignoring her demand and continuing upwards. "The stairs could collapse will you just f-" "Are you calling me fat?" You giggled, reaching the first landing, looking up at the second set of stairs leading to the second floor.
"That's rude, y'know." "Don't be a brat." Abby followed after, walking exactly where you had. She wondered if she should stop you, looking at the rotten steps that were created by the hole in the ceiling.
You didn't see them, she should stop you. Make sure you didn't trip.
But she didn't, she let you turn around and move to walk up them. Not realizing how rotten they really were, and how close the infected were to you both.
You were supposed to trip, not fall.
"Shit!" You fell through, only your legs and only halfway, but it had hurt and it wasn't the worst problem you had going for you. You looked down, your eyes stayed trained on where the lower half of your body was through the floor, not even hearing the screams of the few clickers flying out of empty rooms that were once their homes.
"Fuck, Y/n!" The sound of a gunshot brought you back from your struggle. Looking up to see a runner coming straight at your head, only stopped when a loud pop rang out and it fell to the ground. Red surrounding it's face.
"I can't reach." Your knife had fallen from your hand, just a ways away, you thought. Reaching out to grab it, the wood splintering and stabbing at your stomach.
You flexed every finger, trying your best to grab it. Only your middle finger doing the job to push it slightly closer.
The stairs than gave away a little more, making you sink deeper into the staircase. Legs dangling underneath you in the open air.
There were too many for Abby to handle, backing up every time one got to close to her. They began to ignore you, going for the one making the most noise while you struggled on the ground.
"Almost." It was a whisper of hope, getting the handle in your grip when a runner came barreling at you.
You could feel fear, you had before too. But there was something about the breath caught up in your throat mixed with the inability to move at all when your stomach dropped that tied it all together.
And yet somehow, you reached up, feeling the blade stab through the 'once a man's' Adams apple.
Then there was silence. A tense feeling in the atmosphere, but you only stared down at the dark flooring that kept you trapped.
"Told you to wait." "Fuck you." Abby crouched beside your upper body, almost assessing the situation while biting back a smile. "Are you bit?" "Would it make you feel better if I said yes?"
Abby's hand came out to take your backpack off, her other arm slipping under yours to keep you up.
"No. It wouldn't."
Once the bag was off, the hole was big enough to pull you back through. Abby pulling you upwards and helping you away and back on the landing.
"Why not? You've been praying on my downfall since we got in that car." You laughed, looking at your pants that had been ruined as you sat. "I'll be right back. Try not to die while I'm gone. Please? I'm not explaining to Isaac how I came back to find your body at the bottom of the stairs."
You looked at her, your stare giving her a reply wordlessly. Abby laughing to herself as she walked away.
And it wasn't long before she returned, to you, nowhere to be found.
Having found crates of supplies they could use to further their scavenging points. She was only happy to be one step closer to leaving.
And then you were gone.
"Y/n? Fuck." She said your name, whispering profanity to herself while avoiding the giant hole in the stairs. "Wher- really?"
You were propped up on the dusty couch, looking at a pamphlet for the nearby museum. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes concentrated as you read. Taking in information you'd probably never need.
Abby watched you for a moment, knowing you were blissfully unaware of her presence. That was until you turned your head.
"I thought you died." Was what she said, hiding the fact that she'd definitely been watching you, the comment making you laugh out loud.
"Me? Die? In your dreams. Find anything?" "Yeah, just need to move it. You good?" "Ankle is killing me, but the museum nearby has Picasso painting recreations, so that could help."
Abby couldn't even reply to what you'd said, causing you to giggle once more as she shook her head like a disappointed mom. Walking back upstairs with you close behind.
Carefully you both took the boxes out to the truck, Abby giving you a much lighter load than you realized. The blonde handing you the easier to carry boxes without you knowing. Watching you glance down at your ankle every now and again.
"How'd you know they'd only be on the second floor?" "The third floor is completely blocked off, the stairs collapsed and there was shit piled up at the top."
"I dunno how smart this hiding place was, but considering the stuff is here, I guess it was successful." The lip of the truck closed as Abby pushed it up, putting out her hand to nod to your bag. "Want that in the back?"
You nodded handing it to her.
"Maybe you are useful."
Abby tossed the backpack into the bed of the truck. Glaring at you from across the vehicle. "One of us has to be." You got in the truck, shutting the door, the silence becoming deafening once Abby did the same.
"God it's hard to breathe." You stripped yourself of the sweater, exposing your white tank top and warm skin to the air. Smiling at the cold brushing against your shoulders. "It's so fucking humid. Aren't you hot?"
"Will you shut it?" "Will you quit being an asshole?"
You looked over at her, leaning on the center console. Unintentionally giving her a perfect view of your chest resting in your bra.
"What's with you today? Last time I checked, it was your fault we were fighting." "Because you're a picky brat."
Abby started the truck, keeping her eyes on you the entire time.
"You don't like my personality?" You pouted, the rain suddenly picking up again outside. "Not today."
The truck began moving as Abby left the apartments. Seeing you slump back in your seat from the corner of her eye. Picking up your discarded entertainment and flipping the page.
"You should've listened to me back there," You let a puff of air pass your nose, laughter, as she continued, "you wouldn't have gotten hurt." "Well my bad, captain. Didn't know you were in charge of me."
"Stop talking to me like that." "Like what?"
The truck than came to a complete stop, nothing but trees around you both that could be seen outside the windows.
"What are you doing?" She turned the key, but didn't take it out of the engine. "Don't talk to me like you're in charge."
You laughed, but something changed when you seen her face. Dead serious, staring into your skull while you sat in disbelief.
"Who said I'm not-" "Me. Get in the backseat." You swallowed, smile slowly falling. "Wh-" "Did you hear me?"
With a short breath outwards you turned to climb into the overly roomy back seat, the one you'd slept in during the first two hours of the way here.
And now look at you.
Something out there was laughing at your predicament, and it was probably Abby.
"What if Scars run out of the woods and kill us?" "Let me worry about that." Abby knew it, not even the Scars came this far, but you didn't know that, and it didn't seem like you cared.
Your back hit the door as Abby climbed over you, her body shadowing your own. Your chest went tight, staring into her predatory eyes that seemed to have completely shifted from those you remembered earlier.
Not that you'd been watching.
Abby then leaned forward, catching your lips in a rough kiss that pushed your head against the window. The cold making contact with your scalp and then the back of your neck making you shudder.
You could taste her nearly gone Chapstick, plain, one you'd given her due to the cold sweeping in to take over the Seattle summer weather.
You wondered for a split second if she used it often, but then her hands slipped to your waist where your shirt had ridden up. And you'd completely forgotten everything you were thinking before. Just like that.
"You don't listen, do you?" You shook your head with a smile earning yourself a sharp grip to your thigh. "Use your words." "I don't." Abby then went to kiss you again but stopped.
She grinned like a maniac, though, when you moved to try and kiss her only for her to back away. An idea then popping into her mind while she moved to sit again the other door, right across from you.
You got the hint, sitting up on your knees, reaching down to take your tank top off, tossing it towards the front seats. Then, reaching behind you, you unclasped your bra.
Her gaze fell to your tits as you removed the garment and set it aside. Fingers slipping down to your jeans button, looking down for a second.
"I'm up here." Your head shot up, "Sorry." You mumbled, sliding them off of your legs, landing right back on your butt.
"C'mere." Abby motioned, allowing you to crawl into her lap, clad in only your panties. Her warm hands cupping your cold hips, slowly trailing upwards while her eyes raked over your body.
"Abby.." She hushed you, feelings your much smaller grip on her shoulders, keeping you up.
"Please.." You mumbled earning yourself a smack, a whimper of pain passing your lips. "Can't you be quiet? Forgot, you don't listen." You looked down seeing her fingers moving, getting another harsh spank.
"Eyes on me."
Her other hand moved down to push your panties aside, watching you struggle to sit still without squirming.
It was painful how much you wanted her, tight, holding you hips back from grinding towards her hand to stop the throbbing between your thighs.
You didn't even notice until she'd gotten so close to your heat, barely brushing over your slit. Slowly flexing her fingers upward to press against your clit.
Moving in slow, agonizing circles around and around. Your breath becoming labored and quick, Abby watching your chest move up and down.
"C'mere," She grabbed the back of your head, forcing you close enough for her to kiss you. Never quickening her pace on your cunt, instead to you it just felt like she was moving slower.
"You taste good, for being so stupid." She pulled just the slightest back, lips grazing against your own as she breathed. "You're so pretty when you're quiet. Where'd the dumb remarks go?"
You didn't answer, a finger slipping into your aching hole as a response.
"Good girl." It was like a song sung into the air that moved through you and right down to your belly. Feeling the words in your bottom half as a rushing heat passed over your face.
"But if you ever do anything like that again, it won't be anything out there that you'll have to deal with," she breathed, "Understand?"
You nodded before spitting out a strangled 'yes', silently pleading for her to move the single digit that rested in your pussy. Your own hands gripping her forearm like it was your last lifeline.
"I have to make sure now, don't I?" Her arm wrapped around your waist, pushing you to lay down on the backseat. "Bet Leah didn't expect this when she told us to make up."
Abby leaned down, sinking another finger in making you let out a choked noise. Spreading your legs further for her, her palm forcing your thigh against the back of the seat.
"Oh- oh fuck Abby!" Your head lolled to the side, watching her hand move in and out of your cunt. Her other than pressing down on your lower stomach, smiling when you gasped.
"Oh-" Was the only thing you could muster up as a response, feelings her fingertips running along your walls. "Please.." She moved closer to your face, curling her fingers as she moved closer.
"What?" Just as your stomach began to coil, you felt empty, whining at the loss of her hand when it appeared at your face. "Open up."
Your jaw went slack, taking her two fingers nearly right down your throat making you choke. Tongue welcoming her into your space.
"There you go." Abby chuckled quietly, her other hand moving down your bare hip. Your head felt stuffy, the entire car hot making it hard to breathe. Especially once she slid from your mouth, backing up to spread your legs again.
She dipped down, kissing your clit and making the rest of your body jump in surprise. Her hands grabbing and kneading at the skin of your thighs without a care in the world, like it belonged to her.
Like you belonged to her.
You could already see the bruises in your mind that you'd have from her harsh grabs. But the thought slipped away when she took a long lick up your slit, a much louder moan tumbling from your vocal cords.
"Oh my God-" And now you were sat to wonder why you hadn't thought of this sooner. You were certain she had, only coming to the final decision that this whole thing was premeditated when you met her hungry eyes looking up at you.
She was starved, like she'd been waiting with a meal in front of her for hours and wasn't allowed to eat.
You could feel her just barely touching your hole, sucking on your clit while her other hand ran along your inner thigh right beside your cunt.
"Abby..." Your fingers threaded through her blonde hair, pulling short pieces from her braid. "Feels s'good.."
Abby's eyes then glided to your tits, watching them rise and fall with each heavy breath. Your stomach flexing every time her tongue kitten licked your ball of nerves.
You could feel yourself coming close to the edge, so close, grinding your hips towards her face to find your release. But she pulled back, grinning at your impatience before her touch on your pussy was gone.
"Please, m'sorry.. more.." "What do you want?" One of your hands moved to her own that rested on your panty line, scratching at her fingers when she sucked harshly. Just to get a rise out of you.
"Fingers.. please Abby.."
"Since you asked so nicely. Turn onto your stomach." Your breath hitched as you did, her middle one slipped in just as soon as your body stilled. Instinctively clenching your cunt around her hand as if to keep her there. "Geez Y/n. Tight." You whimpered, her one digit moving in and out at an agonizing pace.
"You still like the med guy?" You shook your head with a gasp once she added another finger, her free hand moving from yours to slap your ass. "I bet you do, huh? Cause you just can't seem to shut up about him."
"I don't like him.." You pouted, lip quivering as you began to react to her words. "Don't be a liar too now." "M'not!" You whined defensively, another stinging smack to your behind making you let out a cry.
"Don't yell at me, say sorry." "M'sorry." You bit onto your forearm when she began going faster, running along your favorite spots. Sounds you didn't even know you can make spilling from your throat as she went as deep as she could possibly reach.
Curling inside you while watching with a smile.
"I'm sure you are." You began to get close once more, feeling the slow burning build up flood your lower belly, closing your eyes and hoping that you would be allowed to let go.
"But I don't know if you're sorry enough." She slowed once more, seeing your jaw clench from the throbbing need for her. "I am, I promise.." "Mmm, I don't know."
You sat up slightly, face sore from being squished into the seat, wanting so badly to feel her hands once again.
"I am, I swear, and I won't rush ahead anymore. I promise." You begged, pleaded, all while keeping your voice quiet to avoid another spank on your ass. "I won't do it ever again."
Her fingers began to move once more, the tips pressing against your walls. Going so slow, teasingly, never going faster.
"Abby... please, I'll be good I promise."
She knew you were lying, it's why she built it up once more. Maybe not in the moment, but you'd be your reckless self again at some point.
You were coming close, having already been before, her adding to the amount of fingers fucking you didn't help either. Three fingers moving at an ever lasting pace.
"Ah-" You said so quietly, quiet enough that it could be forgotten as a whisper, backing up just barely so that her knuckles brushed your ass.
"Don't get greedy, you said you were gonna be good." You hummed a whine, quietly apologizing to her while muttering her name.
"I'm..." You whimpered, feeling your stomach getting tight, every fiber or your body going tense and strained. Wanting so bad to let go, but you knew you'd be in trouble if you did.
"Abby... please.." Her fingers pulled back, her other hand caressing your ass cheek while she 'thought' to herself. "Flip over."
You complied, getting right onto your back once again, Abby leaning over your body to kiss you once more. Brushing against your lips while she pulled back to kiss your cheek.
"You're not gonna act like that again, not with me, understand?" You nodded adamantly, up and down quicker than she'd ever seen. "Yes, I understand. Please, please make me cum. I'll be good."
Abby slipped back in, leaning down to kiss your clit making your body jump. Fingers scissoring you open once more.
"Oh-" "Good girl. Spread your legs open wider, there you go." You did as she asked, leg pushed against the back seat while she finger fucked you. Tears welling up in your eyes from the sudden pleasure, from how fast she started to go, from the overwhelming feeling that flooded your entire lower half.
"Oh fuck- oh fuck- I can't!" Abby smiled, sucking on your clit just before she sat up, smashing her mouth onto yours in an intoxicating kiss.
Your mind then went blank, fuzzy and full of cotton. You felt your stomach snap before you prepared yourself for it, screaming against Abby's lips. Legs shaking and your body squeezing around her fingers.
You felt tingly, like you were floating for a moment in time. Like nothing existed at all, and never would.
"I-" You whispered. "There you go." Abby kissed the side of your head as you came, chest heaving with a mix of sweat and tears that had rolled down from your face.
"Oh fuck-" Your head fell to the side, looking at the front of the truck towards the windshield. "Abby.." You looked at her again, throat scratching and voice nearly silent.
"You did so good." She grabbed something from the center console of the truck, hurrying to clean you up as Abby realized how late it had began to get.
"I'm sorry." Your breathing was uneven, your mind fried from falling so far into your own world. Your emotions running wild while Abby held you up, helping you put your underwear back on.
"M'sorry for fucking up." "It's okay," She kissed your neck, "you gotta listen better." Her hand ran over your forehead while she reached to grab your discarded shirt, Abby's sight then focusing on the window, the rain coming down even harder than it had been.
"Ready to go?" She then asked, watching you shrug, your eyes becoming half-lidded and exhausted. "Just one more minute. M'tired." "I know, we don't have to go to med when we get back."
You hummed, still staring at the glass pane.
"Okay. You'll take care of me?" Your voice was soft, like you hadn't met her before. Shy, and quiet, no one would ever know you two had been arguing.
"Yeah." "Okay, m'sorry again." "It's over. Now sit up, you staying back here?" You shook your head, wiping stray years from your face that Abby missed. "No I wanna be up there with you."
"Be careful." "I got it, Abby." "Yeah, I'm sure you do."
So, I came across a concept idea where you are married to Daemon Targaryen and you are each other's soulmate, which gives you the ability to feel everything the other feels. Thus, this dirty fic came out of my mind.
Credit for the concept goes to @missglaskin and the anonymous darling who suggested it to them.
I don't own House of the Dragon or Daemon Targaryen (though I wish I did).
This contains adult themes, so if you are below 18 years of age, please move on.
Daemon Targaryen always prided himself in his ability to keep his emotions hidden from everyone. Not even his own brother could tell what he felt most of the time. It was necessary, to keep himself alive in the face of all those who wanted to see him dead.
 Only one person knew exactly how he felt all the time. You, his wife and soulmate.
It had surprised both of you when you had realized that the stories and old tales his mother had told him were true. According to an old legend found in a dusty tome from the libraries of Old Valyria, true-blooded Valyrians had a soulmate somewhere in the world. When the two pieces of the soul found each other, a bond was formed between them. Through the bond, one could feel everything their mate felt, be it happiness, anger, sadness, grief and, most of all, pleasure.
The Rogue Prince still remembered your wedding night, how intense it felt when you pleasured each other, how the sense of bliss overwhelmed both of you when you reached your peak together. It had been something he had never experienced with any of the women he had slept with.
Since no one had any information about how the bond worked, you had tried several times to experiment with it. True enough, both of you felt anything the other felt. It was then that Daemon had decided to give in to his playful nature.
That fateful night, you were in a tub full of hot water in your chambers, relaxing after a full day at court, when you felt the first whispers of pleasure blossom low in your belly. Normally you would have enjoyed it, but your husband was nowhere near you. That could only mean that someone else was making him feel this.
Sorrow and despair flooded your mind, a strange contradiction to the pleasure that still roamed your body.
âWhy are you sad my love?â came the voice you longed so much to hear from somewhere behind you.
You looked towards the half open door and all the sorrow was sharply replaced by pleasure. There stood your husband, naked as the day he was born, one hand stroking his large erect cock as he gazed at you hungrily.
âI felt your pleasure through our bond and I thoughtâŠâ you trailed off.
âMy love,â he smiled, approaching you slowly, his eyes never leaving you. âYou are the only one who can give me pleasure.â
You had spent that night pleasuring each other until the first rays of daylight colored the sky. Now, a few days later, you had decided to teach your husband a lesson, repay his teasing with some of your own.
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You were sitting in a banquet the king held in honor of Rhaenyraâs coming of age. The room was full of noble men and women eating, drinking to the health of the young heiress, and talking excitedly amongst themselves.
Your husband sat across from you and was currently talking with lord Corlys Velaryon about their shared achievements in the Stepstones. You had the ill fortune to be sitting next to some boring lady from the Westerlands who had been talking about her husbandâs wealth and the luxury of their home non-stop. The only good part about it was that the lady barely even paid you any attention; she just kept talking.
You smiled to yourself and set your plan to motion. Making sure your napkin covered your lap properly, you slipped your hand down between your legs, starting to rub your clit discreetly over th4e fabric of your dress.
Daemon turned sharply towards you, his eyes wide. You smirked at him, adding more pressure, gently rocking onto your hand to get more friction.
The lady beside you asked you a question so you turned to talk to her, but your hand never stopped its movements. You could feel your husbandâs heated gaze on you, and you did your best to ignore him. Every once in a while you pushed even more on your clit, and you could see from the corner of your eye that your husband had a death grip on his goblet. Any more pressure and it would bend under his hand.
Feeling adventurous, you took your goblet with your free hand and took a sip of wine, staring at Daemon over it. He looked like a wild animal ready to pounce. You adjusted slightly on your seat, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Across from you, your husband almost choked on his wine.
âAre you alright my love?â you asked, your face the very image of innocence.
âFine,â Daemon glared at you, taking a deep gulp from his goblet.
âAre you sure? You seem a bit flustered. Did the food not agree with you?â you asked, trying your very best not to snicker.
âYes my dear, I am quite fine,â he gritted, swallowing thickly. âThe food was quite nice, though I think I will have something else to eat, a bit later perhaps.â
His gaze spoke volumes, and the jolt of desire travelled through the bond like thunder, shaking you quite a bit. An image of your dear husband between your legs came to mind, and that very thought was more than enough to rile you up even more.
Daemon felt it as well, his gaze turning even heavier, caressing you like a piece of velvet cloth. You had the greatest urge to jump over the table and sit on his lap, but you contained yourself. This was after all your game, and you had decided to play it to the end.
âMmm, I think I will try the sausages, they look very juicy,â you merely replied, picking a thick one from the tray to your right. Using both hands, you cut a sizeable piece and put it in your mouth, all the while staring at him.
If his gaze was heated before, now it was hotter than Caraxesâs fire. You let out a satisfied hum, licking your fingers slowly.
âOh yes, it is wonderful,â you smirked at him, and a new wave of need hit you.
You smiled to yourself, winking at Daemon. This was going to be a fun night.
--
Your back hit the door of your shared chambers as soon as it slammed closed. Your husband pressed his body onto yours, while his lips ravaged yours like a man starved.
âYou minx, you tease,â Daemon whispered, his hands making quick work of your dress and smallclothes. His fingers worked in a fever, almost tearing the delicate fabric from your body. You barely registered the cold wind caressing your body. Your own heat, combined with that of your loverâs body pressed up against you was more than enough to keep you warm.
Daemon picked you up, your legs locking up around his waist as you kissed him deeply, your hands buried in his silver hair. You always loved passing your fingers through them. They were like spun silk, delicate and soft, a complete contrast from the rest of his body.
He walked you both to your bed, putting you down before taking off his own clothes as if they were on fire. You sat back, your gaze washing over the god in front of you. There he stood, tall, virile, a warrior in all his might, pale skin glowing in the soft candlelight. Â
âYou drove me crazy tonight, teasing me in front of all those people,â he growled, diving between your legs.
Pleasure coursed through your veins, hot and sweet, taking over your mind. This special gift the gods had given you was incredible. Feeling everything your mate felt, it was beyond amazing. Your moans echoed all over the room as you closed your eyes, letting your emotions and your mateâs overwhelm you. His talented tongue penetrated your folds easily, diving deep into your core, teasing and making your squirm.
âDaemon,â you moaned, trying to get as close to him as you could.
He held your hips in his strong hands, pinning you on the mattress as he continued feasting on you.
âPlease, donât stop,â you gasped, feeling your peak closing in, fast.
But just as you were about to go over it, your lover pulled away, leaving nothing but an empty feeling.
You raised your head to glare at him, and felt the fury burning through you.
âHow does that feel, being unsatisfied?â Daemon asked, that infuriating smirk plastered on his handsome face.
You were no stranger to your husbandâs games, but you were in no mood for them tonight.
âWho says Iâm going to stay unsatisfied for long?â you smirked back, your hand slipping down your body, nimble fingers caressing your folds, sending jolts of pleasure through you.
Daemon growled at the sight before him, his eyes shining with the fire that always seemed to burn in him. He lunged at you, prying your hands away and pinning them above your head, holding them there.
âOnly I get to do that to you,â he growled, impaling you with his cock, going all the way in.
You screamed in ecstasy, the feeling almost enough to bring you to completion. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size for a bit before he started a punishing pace, pounding into you hard and fast. He kissed you, your tongues battling for dominance as your bodies did their own dance, moving as one, trying to reach that ultimate level of divine connection. Your mind was almost lost, the sensations too much to take for too long.
The coil in your stomach tightened, and Daemonâs movements became wilder, erratic. You both chased your pleasure with everything you had, finally reaching that delicious point of no return. Your screams of ecstasy must have been heard throughout the entire keep, but neither of you cared much for it. You were both too lost in each other to bother with the opinions of others.
Long after you had both managed to calm down from your high, you lay in each otherâs arms, Daemonâs fingers drawing patterns on your back, while you laid your head on his chest, listening you his strong heart beating.
âYou almost embarrassed me tonight my dear wife,â your lover whispered at you. âLord Corlys kept asking me why I was so flustered, if I was sick or something.â
You smiled, lifting your head to gaze at his violet eyes.
âLet this be a lesson to you my love, so you wonât tease me the way you did a few days ago.â
That brought a smile on his face.
âYou know, I think we have a lot more to learn about this strange bond we share.â
âI am most eager to explore it with you,â you muttered as you reached up to kiss him.
You had no idea how this magic between you worked, but you were more than thankful for it.
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I hope you guys enjoyed it. Now if you'll excuse me, I need a really cold shower...
Every time I hear people talk about satanic imagery or satanic propaganda I think about that tweet that was like, some people view Satan as a video game villain where he gets stronger the more people worship him
We need to lay more blame for "Kids don't know how computers work" at the feet of the people responsible: Google.
Google set out about a decade ago to push their (relatively unpopular) chromebooks by supplying them below-cost to schools for students, explicitly marketing them as being easy to restrict to certain activities, and in the offing, kids have now grown up in walled gardens, on glorified tablets that are designed to monetize and restrict every movement to maximize profit for one of the biggest companies in the world.
Tech literacy didn't mysteriously vanish, it was fucking murdered for profit.
the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.
Spain is now the first European country to approve menstrual leave ! They also banned conversion therapy, allowed self ID for trans teens, gave both parents equal rights in lesbian couples, and improved abortion's laws (for teens). today is a great day for women's rights and lgbt+ rights đȘđž
So Arizona launched an âeducation hotlineâ that allows âconcerned parentsâ to report âââcritical race theoryâââ and other things like ~gender identity~ being taught in the classroom
It would be a shame if the number and email were spread to bad actors looking to prank call the AZ Department of Education
602-771-3500 or empower @ azed .gov đ€Ą
Horne said two staff members are sorting through the calls, and two investigators are working on credible leads.
and for the love of god, donât just spam it with memes or le funny shrek jokes or whatever, theyâll just hang up
make plausible-sounding reports for things that donât actually exist, so that they actually have to waste time/resources investigating false leads - the goal is to waste time they would otherwise be using to do their jobs, not to get tumblr clout for being an epic troll
So apparently the internet article said the superintendent wouldn't be deterred by the prank calls because they would 'taper off eventually'. It'd be a real shame if this post stayed in circulation via queues so they get a consistent list of prank calls to filter through. đ
Be careful who you bring home: Morpheus x OC PART 2
You asked for it and I promised to write, so enjoy a little preview of part 2 to this story.
I got a feeling this will not end here.
Special dedication goes to @mypsychoticlove who accused me of teasing :D
âYou seem distracted today.â
âDistracted?â I scoffed in denial âyou think. I am completely focused.â
âMhm, sureâ Raynor clicked her pen and wrote something down
âOh, come on, doctor.â I throw my hands in the air in utter annoyance âis that what they teach you in your psychology school? How to make a patient impatient? Pun intended.â
âIf you have something to say now would be a good timeâ
âFineâ apparently crossing my arms was not a good enough sign of my internal thought âI think this is a complete waste of time. What do I have to do to get clearance and get back on field?â
âThe same thing as everyone else. Talk. â
âI believe we are talking?â slight tilt of head was indication of irony, but Raynor either didnât catch that or decided to ignore me, one way or another her watchful gaze was becoming a bit intimidating âOh, give me a breakâ I surrendered and looked down first.
â I heard from a good source that you got yourself a pet lately.â
âWhat?â well that was a surprise âWho told you?!â
âSo itâs true?â well played, doctor, I fell right into your trap.
âNo. Of course not. It was just a stray cat. Nothing permanent. My niece insisted on taking him home.â
âI see.â
âAnd?â
âAnd what?â
âI donât know. Itâs your office, Iâm your patient. Is I see all you can say now?â
âItâs your time, agent. Your chance to talk to me, not the other way round.â
âOkâ I nodded my head, pondering âCan I ask you a question, then?"
âThatâs unusual, but go on.â
âWho the fuâŠ.â
âLanguage, agent!â
âWho the fuck told you about me taking home an animal?â Screw the language. Iâm already on the psychologistâs couch and apparently her job is to fix me so let her do that fully.
âI already told you, it does not matter.â
âIt matters to me!â
âSo you can find that person and do what?â
âHave a little conversation how rude it is to talk about other people behind their backs.â
âConversation, hmm? Like you had a conversation with Barton?â
âThat was different. We were at training!â
âOf course you were. You know, maybe getting an animal is a bad idea for you after all. You would kill the poor being within two days time.â
âYou wanna bet on that, doc?â I knew what she was playing now. The inverted logic was quite popular technique and I knew it well enough from SHIELD interrogations, being the one who used it.
âYes, in fact I do. â
***
âIâm telling you, bossâŠ.â
âThis discussion is over, Matthew.â
âBut I thinkâŠ.â
âEnough of it. I am not going back to cat form.â
âWell I think itâs worth a shot.â Third voice, far more cheerful than the previous two, came into the discussion
âsisterâ Dream sighed heavily, feeling like she might want to push him into doing something he would not like.
âhello, brotherâ she grinned âI heard about your little adventure.â
âWho told you?!â the younger endless raised his gaze and eyed Matthew with a warning
âDoesnât matter. What matters is that you get to see human interacting with animals. This should have been good to you. Most of them become more ⊠gentle with pets.â
âI donât see where you are going with this, sister.â
âOh, you are a terrible liar, Dream. You know exactly what point Iâm trying to make here. You need to explore more of the world in your cat form.â
âno.â
âyou are taking this way too serious. Come on, Dream. Live a little. Life is full of surprises and you donât have to be moody and sulking all the time. Come onâ she nudged her brotherâs arm âIâm telling youâŠ.â She flashed a smile again
âYou two are unbearable.â He muttered
âSo, think about itâ Death took his arm and forced him to start walking with her âif you do, we wonât have to have this talk again. Doesnât that sound good.â
âIt does.â
âWhy do I feel thereâs a but coming?â
âBut I donât believe you would not talk about it again.â
âcome on, boss, we promise, donât we, Lady Death. And who knows, maybe you will enjoy this so much thatâŠ..â
âEnough, Matthewâ Morpheus stopped abruptly and his Raven, who was flying close behind nearly bumped into his back. âI shall not listen to my subject.â
âWell that was painful. Remember who helped you get out of hell, boss.â
âThat I do. But is does not give you any power, whatsoever.â
âOh, for Christâs sake, Dream. Why canât you just listen to your friend?â Death asked shaking her head in disbelief over her brotherâs stubbornness. He already opened his mouth to interrupt her train of thoughts, but she was quick to continue âyes, Dream, a friend, but we all know you are in denial. However, if you cannot bear the thought of listening to Matthew, how about you listen to me, hm? Iâm older, wiser and more experienced with humanity. Oh, and did I mention, older? â
âTwice.â
âThatâs good enough of an argumentâ she shrugged âyou want to bet you will like it, Dream?â
âI made a bet with you onceâ he reminded, his voice turning lower than usual.
âAnd you loved and still do love every second of itâ she raised her hands stopping him from talking again âeven if you will never admit it. So, howâs its gonna be?â
***
The second I left Raynorâs office I started to regret making that bet. Damn my stubbornness and tendency to prove people wrong. Some may say that was a bit of a masochism and ironically the source of this self-torture was my psychologist. Ha, ha, ha, laughing hard. In case you didnât catch that it was high and thick irony. Now, I had to get myself a pet and take care of it for a while without making any part of this relationship go crazy. But how the hell am I supposed to do that. In my life I did not have much experience with the animals, blame the line of work. SHIELD was not really a pet-friendly environment. Ok, fine, there were some rumors about Fury and some cat named Goose but a cosmic being cannot be counted as a home pet. Maybe we should rank Spider-man or Ant-man as ones. But seriously, cats and dogs and even hamsters or parrots I knew were messy, loud and joyful animals, none of this trait appealing to me. The cat Jemma found yesterday was seemingly different but itâs not like I can summon him to me again.
âShit!â I muttered to myself or at least I thought so.
âLook whoâs here!â a familiar face came into my view.
âOh, hello, Sam. Wonderful to see you, falconâ I grinned, sudden animal though coming into my head.
âIs it? â he frowned and took a step back âI hate it when you smile like that.â
âLike whatâ I took a step forward, ready to make a dance.
âLike crazy. Seems like Raynor is failing on her job again. The same was with Buck.â
âOne soul gazing exercise and you call him by nickname?â my raised eyebrows made Sam realize he made a mistake and said too much âwhatâs next? Gossiping about girls?â
âActuallyâŠ.â
âyou know what, I donât want to know. What are you doing here, Sam?â
âWhat do you mean, itâs a park. Everyone can walk in the park.â Suddenly he became a bit defensive
âMhm, right, sure. But what I found suspicious is that you live on the other side of the city and you have three others park nearby, so why this one?â
âI like this one.â
âSince when?â I insisted
âSince one of my friends lives here.â
âSamâŠ..â
âWhat?â
âWhy are you spying on me?â
âWhat?â he shrieked and then coughed and then scoffed âWhy would I do that?â
âYou just affirmed it.â
âI did notâŠâŠâ
âCut the crap, Sam. Tell me âŠ.. oh, waitâ sudden realization dawned on me âit was you. Shit, Sam.â
âYou are not making any sense, agent.â
âwhat happened to friend?â I mocked âIâm going to ask you one question. Did. You. Tell. Raynor. About . The cat. I. Took. Home?â Since I made every word a sentence it was my chance to take a step closer toward him with every other one. Now I was standing impossibly close to him, looking straight into his eyes with my most intimidating look.
âDamn! You act like Buck, ekhem I mean Barnes now. Is that what they teach you to become and agent?â
âWell I learned it in the process, yes. Thatâs something you could use as well. Now, answer the question.â
âFine, fine! I told her, but only because Iâm worried about you, ok? I mean how would you react upon seeing someone you care about running around a park and taking stray cats home?â
âThat is not what happened!â
âI did not say that was what happened. But it might. In the future. If we donât act now.â
âSamâŠâ I rubbed my forehead in disbelief.
âWhat? I am worried about you, really. And I do want to help you. Missions without you are not the same. I miss your sarcasm and teaming up.â
âYou know I appreciate it, really do. But why didnât you come to me in the first place?â
âWould you listen?â
âHmmmâ I wondered about the answer âProbably not, butâŠ.â There was something on my right, a small, black, furry shape. It could not beâŠâŠ
âWhat is it?â Sam followed my gaze.
âItâs nothing. And Iâm fine. I gotta go Sam. See you soonâ I walked away from my friend trying to test a crazy theory.
âThis girl is crazy.â Sam muttered to himself, shaking head.
***
Third person POV
âOh no, itâs him againâ she thought upon spotting a familiar figure.
 âOh no, itâs her againâ meowpheus thought at the same moment.
Dream should have known better, because where else could have they spotted the girl once more if not in the park that was nearest to her apartment. As for her, she couldnât have known that, but her park was the only place Morpheus knew so far so the chances of meeting again was 100%.
As their gazes met, she knew there was something different about this animal, however not sure what. But the way he was moving around like he owned the place, the way he was avoiding people and, god forbid, kids, but not hiding was not a typical animal behavior. It was more humane.
âAre you stalking me?â she whispered in his direction.
Do you think yourself so special? You are just a human. Â
***
I am going crazy. I hear a cat talking to me. Yes, Iâm mental. Maybe if it was the first time I would let it pass, blaming the stress, anxiety, lack of sleep and hundreds different reasons, but it was happening again. Maybe I was dealing with some demon. Or even the devil himself. Or a familiar of some witchâŠ..
Not quite so much.
âAh!â Â I almost jumped because of that little inside voice. Girl, get yourself together! You are an agent. You though criminals, villains and aliens and now a cat makes you doubt yourself?
Are you scared?
âWhat? No!â I scoffed. It was an instinctive answer, but what seemed natural to me was not like that from other people view. Of course they did not hear the cat so in their opinion I was talking to myself. To make it just a bit better I quickly put out my phone pretending I was talking thought the headset but they were still gazing at me suspiciously. Ok, now I gotta get out of this place. I rushed towards the gate, steady but quickly in my best intention to get home, but the cat followed me like a shadow.
Wait.
Just ignore him.
I think we can both use each otherâs help.
A catâs help. Right. Keep walking.
Wait!
Now he was not just talking, he was commanding and I was forced to stop and turn around since sudden darkness and coldness crept inside me. I was looking at the cat and he clearly was looking at me.
You are troubled. Now I remember your dreams.
Iâm sorry, what now?
I know you.
That was not creepy at all.
And I hold power over your sleeping hours, so you will listen to me.
I raised an eyebrow in mocking expression and crouched next to him.
âYou are a cat. How can you possibly command me this way?â I whispered âif anything itâs the other way round. I could do anything to you.â
You would not dare touching me.
âReally? Letâs see about thatâ I reached for him and before he could break away I was already holding him close ânot so combative, now, are you?â I teased.
Put me down, immediately!
âLet me think about itâŠ. No. Now I am in control. And I will not let go until you explain yourself. Who the hell are you, because you are not an animal?â
I do not need toâŠ..
âI think you do âŠ.From what I remember you are not a great fan of being embellished. You remember my niece? Wonderful girl. She loves pink and she loves glitter . And so it happens I can call her anytime and invite her inâŠ.â
Stop it
âdid I mention she loves animals?â
Stop it!
âExplain. Actually, donât. Not here. Letâs get to my apartment and then weâllâŠ.. um, talk, I guess.
If only the poor girl knew who she was taking homeâŠâŠ
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