An Inventory of Things (That I Regret)
A/N: This is based on a prompt given to me by @lizzycorday in the form of an excerpt from Shelby Eileen’s Soft in the Middle along with the caption ‘unrequited love’. And so this ficlet(?) was born, which I somehow managed to write backwards - I couldn’t get any word out in the beginning, so I decided to write the last sentence first and moved my way up until the first paragraph. It turned out to be a pretty fun exercise for my part, and I hope y’all (especially you, Zoë!) enjoy this little dose of heartbreak.
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How do you mourn the loss of a love you
Never spoke out loud
Never
Felt with your own two hands?
—Shelby Eileen
The confines of her apartment have never felt so suffocating as it does tonight, Kerry thinks as she tries her best to relax against her couch, her glass of wine untouched on the coffee table. She sighs, exhaustion overwhelming her entire body in a way that somehow feels so alien to her. She is so used to being alone, but there is something about tonight that makes her wish she had someone to share the evening with.
She knows exactly who that someone is, and the thought makes her wince. The same person understands her better than anyone else, yet Kerry knows this is someone whom she will never have.
She thinks about her—her long brown hair with blonde streaks, her slightly husky voice, her smile, her tenderness when it comes to those she cares about…everything that makes Abby Lockhart the woman she is, and everything that makes Kerry so badly long for her presence.
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Kerry/Abby Fluff #17 or #31! 😊
Thankyou for the prompt!! For now I’ll do the one
Fluff #17 - “I’ll take the couch.”
“How is my wonderful girlfriend?” Abby said, kissing Kerry’s cheek and climbing into bed beside her. “This was quite last minute, Henry out for the night again, huh?”
“Yeah, he’s saying he’s at Danilo’s but I have a feeling he may be...elsewhere.”
“Like in a girl’s pants elsewhere?” Abby laughed, “he has the right idea…” she ran her hands up Kerry’s legs.
“Stop, that tickles,” Kerry laughed. “I hope you haven’t been teaching my son your moves when you two have been out driving together.”
“Not at all. As far as he’s concerned I’m as straight as an edge.”
“I guess you do still kinda seem it,” Kerry teased. “And then you go down on me, that convinces me otherwise.”
“It’s a good job you said that last part, or I was going to have to tickle you again.”
Kerry gave her the stern look that Abby hadn’t seen since she was her underling. “You can think twice about this little sleepover if you do that again.”
Abby raised her eyebrows. “I guess I’ll take the couch.”
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Abby/Kerry - fluff #38 for the prompt ask ?💛
Thanks for the prompt!
Fluff #38: “Are you alright?” “I will be.”
Kerry gasped and bit her lip as Abby entered her, moaning softly.
Abby enjoyed watching Kerry unfurl before her. “Now this is much more pleasurable,” Abby teased, bending down to kiss Kerry but instead sucking her lip.
“Oh fuck,” Kerry moaned, Abby blind as her hair draped either side of her face, the two weeks they had just spent apart well and truly brought to a close as she and her girlfriend reunited under the covers.
“Mom, would you be able to...” a voice said, opening the door to their bedroom.
“Henry!” Kerry would have yelled were it not 11pm, so it instead came out in a stern whisper.
Abby immediately climbed off of Kerry and began to wriggle her harness off beneath the covers, only then aware that all of her clothes were strewn across the floor beside the bed.
“Henry, why on Earth did you not knock?” was the first sentence Kerry was able to string together. Ever the disciplinarian.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” Henry backed away, screwing up his face and slamming the door as he left.
Abby sourced her sweatpants and began to redress as Kerry ran to their bathroom. “Shit,” Abby whispered under her breath.
Kerry said nothing, struggling to form a coherent sentence, breathing deeply as she sat in only her underwear, her head in one hand. “Shit, Abby...I can’t do this.”
“Kerry, baby, are you alright?”
“I will be…” Kerry shrugged slightly, shivering in the cold of their room. “Can you...talk to him?”
Abby nodded. “I’ll go get him. But I want you to come join us, even if you sit there and let me do the talking”
“Henry? Henry, can we talk?” Abby asked him, finding him in the main bathroom holding his head over the sink and staring into the mirror. “Henry, it’s ok, come talk to me,” she said, standing in the doorway and knocking, which awoke Joe in the room opposite from which he emerged, rubbing his eyes. “What’s happening?”
“I need to talk to you about something, honey. Henry too.”
“Is everything ok?” Joe asked, alarm in his voice.
“Yeah, it’s good, don’t worry, come here,” Abby said, wrapping her arms around her son. “Henry, come out when you’re ready yeah? I want to speak to you and Joe about this together.”
“About what?” Joe asked as he waited impatiently, yawning.
His Mom, desperate for a cigarette, occupied herself making hot cocoa instead, three regulars for herself and the two boys, plus a fourth with some whisky at the bottom for Kerry once she decided to emerge from the bedroom. She looked up as Joe approached her in the kitchen, handing him the drink, his first sip giving him a whipped cream moustache. “Honey...,I want you to know that everything we’re going to talk about now doesn’t change a thing about how much I love you, ok?”
“Ok?” Joe said, unsure what anything had to do with that.
“Ker, are you coming out?” Abby said, at the bedroom door, not meaning to make a pun at her choice of words.
Kerry soon emerged, face drained of color.
“There’s whisky in yours,” Abby said, pushing the mug towards her.
As Kerry picked up her mug, smiling weakly with thanks towards her girlfriend, a long, dark-skinned arm came to take the last remaining one.
“Like mother like son huh?” Abby said softly, smiling. “I didn’t think either of you would be coming to talk to me anytime soon.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just…” Henry began. “So are you...together?”
“What’s happened?” Joe asked, still in the dark and confused as he was ten minutes ago.
“Joe, honey…” Abby took his hand. “Kerry and I...we’re more than just friends. We’ve been...seeing each other for a few months now,” she said softly, pushing his long overgrown bangs out of his face.
“Mom, I don’t understand,” Joe said.
“What don’t you understand, hon?”
“Are you...a lesbian?”
“No, I don’t believe so honey.”
“So you did love Dad.”
Abby moved over and sat on the arm of the chair beside her son. “I loved him for a long time, but you already know why things didn’t work out for us.”
“Not because of this?”
“No...I only realised how I could have feelings for women after what happened with your father.”
Taken aback, having hoped she could merely sit and observe in silence, Kerry was pretty certain this was the first time Joe had spoken to her without being first spoken to. She stood and walked towards Abby, putting a hand on her shoulder. “No, I wouldn’t, Joe. I love your Mom, very much.”
Joe nodded, too tired to really think or ask anything else. “I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed,” he sighed. “Goodnight,” he said to the others, and gave his Mom a hug. Kerry, equally looking exhausted, also made her excuses to go to bed, kissing Henry goodnight first before giving Abby an affectionate squeeze on her shoulder.
Henry stood up to follow Joe to their room but Abby put out her hand. “Henry...hang on a second.”
Henry sighed and sat back down.
“Are you angry at us? At me?”
He shook his head.
“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner. We didn’t think it was fair to tell you and not Joe, which is the only reason you haven’t known all along. We both really wanted to tell you, as soon as we were serious, but I just didn’t think it was fair on Joe.”
Henry nodded, “I guess that makes sense. You could trust me not to tell him, though.”
“It was never about not trusting you, Henry. Just...I know how it feels to be the last to know that your life is crashing down around you. And I had no idea how Joe was going to take this news...he hasn’t long known that his father and I were getting divorced.”
Henry nodded again, trying to make a move back to the room he shared with Joe.
“And I’m sorry you...saw what you did. It’s never a good thing for kids to experience, seeing your parents like that, but I’ll assure you, an awful lot of people have...walked in on their parents.”
“At least...you’re not my parent though. And like, I always knew my Mom was gay, that’s not the issue.”
“No, I know...but if you look from my perspective, I’ve been a part of your life since the moment you were born. I know you haven’t been as aware of that, and I haven’t ever had the opportunity to get to know you quite as well as I’d have liked, what with me being overseas most of your life. Since your Mom had her operation when you were tiny. She asked me if I would be there if anything happened to her, so I’ve to some extent also been your Guardian this entire time. Now of course things are different now, but let me assure you, I love your Mom, and you, like you are my family. I would never do anything to hurt either of you.”
Henry nodded solemnly.
“I know you feel betrayed, and while it might feel like that right now, I hope we’ll soon be close friends, or like a second Mom, if that’s what you want. But that’s entirely up to you. If you just want me to be Abby, I’ll just be Abby, ok? And if you have any questions, anything, you want to ask, as a parent, as a friend, I’m here, and so is your Mom. Ok?”
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for the prompts!! 44 fluff for Susan/Kerry? :D
Thank you for submitting this!! This one was so much fun to write and such a nice palate cleanser from the other ficlets I’ve been writing lately. I hope you like these two idiots being idiots together 😊
Fluff #44 - “You’re an idiot.” “But I’m your idiot”
“Okay, we can set the potatoes aside for now,” Kerry said, maneuvering her way around Susan - taking extra care to step just close enough to tease the blonde, her hips brushing against Susan’s backside as she crossed to the refrigerator and pulled out the marinated veal she had prepared the night before and brought with her to Susan’s apartment. “Now it’s time for the main event.”
Susan clapped her hands once, rubbing them together as she worked herself up to attempt a recipe that she normally never would have read, let alone actually tried to make.
“Let’s do this,” Susan said with enthusiasm, raising her wine glass to her lips and taking a generous sip. Kerry returned to the stove, setting the container of veal chops to the side.
“We need a medium saucepan.” Kerry instructed from memory and Susan hastily set her wineglass down.
“Medium saucepan, got it.” She returned within seconds with the pan and set it on the burner, Kerry starting it quickly before her next instruction.
“Shallots,” Kerry watched as Susan lifted the chopped shallots and began pushing them into the pan. “Only half,” Kerry corrected her and laughed as she watched Susan attempt to scoop a good deal of them back out with the spatula. “Okay, now we need the cab.”
Susan’s seamless partnership lost its steam as she slowed to a stop, her eyebrows raising as she contemplated her options.
“Cabernet?” Susan clarified, turning slightly toward Kerry as the redhead pushed the sizzling shallots around in the pan.
“Yes.”
“... can it be white wine?” Susan offered, a nervous smile playing on her lips.
“No, it cannot be white wine,” Kerry scoffed before turning and looking toward the blonde with furrowed brows. “What’s wrong with the cabernet?”
“Nothing’s wrong with it…” Susan stepped back slightly and collected her wine glass, holding it up between herself and her girlfriend, “I for one am enjoying it greatly.”
“Susan,” Kerry began to scold, shifting her weight onto her hip as she shook her head. “What part of ‘Cabernet Sauce’ made you think it could be white wine?” She looked back into the pan, trying to contemplate a way to save their dinner when a hand reached into her view and dumped Susan’s nearly full glass of wine into the pan.
“Where’s your glass?” Susan asked, stepping around Kerry and lifting her glass as well. “Two cups, right?” she asked before dumping all but the last drop of Kerry’s wine into the pan, and it sizzled as the rich aroma lifted up around them. “I left you a sip.” Susan set the glass beside Kerry and leaned forward, kissing her on the cheek playfully.
Kerry couldn’t help herself as she laughed at Susan’s antics, leaning into her as she continued to push around the contents in the pan. “You’re an idiot.”
Susan returned the contact, wrapping a hand around Kerry’s waist and pulling her closer. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”
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