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[narislvr]

My favorite lesbians 🫀

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GOOD LUCK, BABE!

cw: tlou universe. Comphet Abby, slightly suggestive. Angst. Sad ending!!!

an: not proud!! forgive me if this sucks, I just needed to write this

Approximately three hours passed by since she left that good night kiss on the man sleeping next to her. Abby had been tossing around in bed endlessly, first being unable to sleep and then fighting with herself to stay asleep, trying to find calm and comfort within the torture her mind was going through. The endless corridor, the blood on the wall, her hands desperately gripping the dead body, her dad’s empty body. It had been a while since she’s got that nightmare, but so far, she had learned to manage it. Maybe because you weren’t there.

She jolted awake, her heart racing and her breaths coming in shallow gasps. It was in that moment of vulnerability that the floodgates of her suppressed emotions burst open. In fact, there had been plenty reasons for her emotions to burst. You being the main reason.

Settling herself in bed, trying to catch her breath as her elbows rested on the mattress, holding her whole weight. Her gaze shifted next to her, the man sleeping on her side still unaware of the situation. unusual considering he’d wake her up most times. At least he cared about her, it was real love coming from his side.

She had gotten used to this in a desperate attempt to find an explanation for everything. Forcing herself into believing it was her father the reason behind it all. Yet, despide the effort, she found herself haunted by memories that refused to leave her mind and heart alone at any time.

But oh she’s stubborn, so, for years she made it work. Abby had spent so long trying to fit into the mold her own mind had built for her, trying to convince herself she was fine, she had been burying her feelings, making anybody else responsible for them, anyone but herself.

Her fingers ran over the man’s hand, resting over her lap. Gently, she tossed it away, placing it over his own body.

The cold air hit her body once she moved the blanket down her knees, standing up. her arms moved as a reflex, hugging her own body. She needed the comfort.

With slow steps she got out the bed, then out of the room, her heart kept beating in such way it had became unbearable. All because of you.

Because she had gotten over the idea of her dad being ripped from her, she knew she wasn’t guilty, she had no control over it, there was nothing she could’ve done to prevent it or make it hurt less. But you, she could’ve done something for you, she had, indeed control about the whole situation and she could’ve done so much to prevent it, but she didn’t.

And not only was she the reason of it all but she could never apologize. And the last memory she had about you was painful, because of how she made you feel, because of what she said and what she did to you, because of what you replied to her. Because you were right, and she was not. And that broke her soul.

You knew her so well you knew how she’d end. With a man she doesn’t love, regretting everything she had ever done and feeling alone even when she’s not. Because that’s her. And you made sure to let her know that the last time you two ever spoke.

And so far, she was able to keep the memory blurry and locked somewhere in her. Until tonight.

You felt so warm, embracing her empty body, telling her everything would be just fine, saying sorry repeatedly for her lost. Maybe it broke her that it wasn’t just a nightmare, but a memory.

Because Owen didn’t even bother to ask her if she was right when he first saw her after her father’s dead. Not because he didn’t care but because he had no clue of what had happened. But you? you where there, you saw it too and never left her side after that, not until she pushed you away.

You met her when fireflies were still a thing, and never left her side since the moment you crossed paths. You swore you were soulmates, and she never said otherwise. She never did, not even now.

You were her childhood best friend, and she was yours, and god you two made sure everyone knew.

Her friends were your friends, her family was your family, you shared everything, knew everything about the other. And even after years both can agree there could never be a replacement for that, maybe because you met being so young but, the bond between both is a once in a lifetime kind.

After her dad died you were all left for her, well, the closest to family she had, she was never alone. And that was the problem, she had everything and everyone a human could wish for in such times like those, but it wasn’t enough for her.

It wasn’t enough because her mind always messed things for her, because her dad and what had happened to him kept making harm, not only in her but in others.

She got blinded by the pain on her heart, and even like that you never left her side, never.

You took care of her, waking her up if she had a nightmare, holding her until she fell asleep. Abby always felt so ashamed of it.

That until she felt the need of staying by your side, not only because you were all she had but because she felt something for you that just brought her comfort and love after so much pain. Because you were the only person that could make that pain go away and she eventually accepted the reason of it, or so she said.

Abby was the first to speak about it, the one to make all the first moves, impressively after all these years considering she was always quite conservative when she had to show she cared about you.

She kissed you for the first time ever, and you cupped her face with your hands to make it last longer, she looked so pretty, with her sheepish smile and a very small red tainting her cheeks, her eyes and nose very slightly scrunched. She made you cuddle with her for the first time and you covered both of you with the blanket, you moved your legs to place then between hers and you pressed yourself on her body, almost to remember her forever. You regret it now, because it worked.

You, on the other hand, tried to make the first move when people were around, at first believing she might be shy to tell people about you because she hated those clingy couples. Then, realizing she wasn’t ready to let people know. Now you know you should've left.

You always gave her time, giving her kisses whenever people wasn’t looking, taking advantage of your friendship with her being well known by everyone to hug her and stay close to her.

She would get mad- well, not really but asking you playfully to stop because she wasn’t ready. And you always understood.

Until drunk - which later she used as an excuse - she said she could never date you, not only because you were a woman and she wasn’t “into that” but also because your personalities only fit with each other because you two met so young. Your friends laughed at it, and you wanted to kill her right there.

As if the universe wasn't on your side, abby got closer to getting hat revenge she desired so much, and you knew it wouldn’t help to make of that a bigger situation in such important moment, so you let it go. You couldn't really blame her for anything after all.

She didn't mean to feel like this about you, or anyone else, and nor you or abby could call that a behavior you could blame someone for. You were her one excepcion in life, you thought instead of complaining about it you should've enjoyed it all.

Abby apologized later that week, you didn't know it was because she went to see Owen. You wish you never knew, you wish you never asked. Back then you thought the old abby was coming back. You were more than wrong, because she never left, she just changed, like everyone else did.

It wasn't later after that when you had to broken up with her. It happened before both of your lives changed forever.

You never wanted to, but it's impossible to not regret it all knowing your life- her life could've turned different.

"You're overreacting" her arms were crossed. She straightened herself, mocking you. You couldn't scream because there were people near you, Abby's friends, all sleeping.

She had brought everyone to a random place to get her revenge, and as much as you loved her, the whole scenario was ridiculous. You didn't understand why she needed everyone on her side, until you saw it.

And maybe you were overreacting, but it wasn't the first time Abby rathered to speak with Owen instead of you. And it made your blood boil because why would she even think about him as someone she can speak to when he wasn't on her side as much as you? When he's dating someone else and she's dating you?.

"You haven't spoke to me since we came here. I just wanna know, why him?" Abby chuckled, rolling her eyes. Just that and you felt like bursting into tears. Fucking ridiculous.

"Abby, answer-" she cut you off, running a hand over her hair, down her braid. The way she took a deep breath, how she didn't take you serious, It had become a normal thing for you and only that made you realize how stupid it was. How stupid you were for letting her treat you like that.

"You can't respect that I want to keep us private. You think I'm fucking cheating on you. I don't understand what the fuck you want from me" you impulsively stepped back. Thinking about an answer that didn't make you sound like the mean one, even though you knew she was the one making all the mistakes.

"You don't want us private Abigail, and you fucking know it" you still remember the knot on your throat when you spoke, there has never been such painful feeling. "We've been dating for more than a fucking year and you haven't said you love me, not even once. I'm the one overreacting, the one being clingy, the one being desperate for love. But you know why? Because my girlfriend is terrified of loving me"

She didn't say anything. But god how she remembers it all.

"You know how insane you're making me? I saw you kissing Owen many times while dating, and you want to keep me 'private' even after a whole fucking year?" Her lips shut together, forming a pout. You knew she wanted to cry, which only made you feel worst because you were the one supposed to cry. Not her.

"You can kiss every single man on earth, but know, it will always stay the same. Good luck with all your shit, Abigail"

The scenery your eyes saw some hours later were just the confirmation you needed to leave. She was angry, and in pain. Probably you were guilty of the morbid way that men got killed. Or, maybe not, but you couldn't change the sensation of guilt building in your stomach every time abby hit his skin.

Back at the base it all got awkward between everyone. The relationship between Owen and Mel got awkward, and that was related to you and Abby.

It was a sort of love affair situation that no one ever spoke about but everyone knew it had happened. Everyone felt pity for you and Mel, which made the hate towards her grow stupidly heavily.

You despised her and that man.

So, for you and your needs, you decided to take something from her one last time.

Having her underneath you, pleading for your touch, crying your name, confessing how she regretted it all and how Owen was driving her insane. One last time, you can't make you forget it.

Neither does Abby, regretting letting you go, more than anything she’s ever regretted.

Not only has she wasted her time with Owen but she had made him waste his time with her. She could’ve had you, she could’ve been awake on your side tonight. Knowing she took all those chances away from herself, it drives her insane every day.

But oh you told her so, and you gave her thousands of chances to not fuck it all.

Those words you said to her, they’ve been stuck forever on her brain.

[narislvr]

IM SAYINGGG pls Valeria authors where are yall :(

Please I’m begging for more Valeria Garza x fem reader fics

#— nari is talking 💭₊⊹ #valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria garza

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Please help the family of a non-verbal autistic child (who has been losing weight because he only eats certain kinds of food, largely unavailable during this time) leave Gaza!

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── sneak peak ‼️

#— nari is talking 💭₊⊹ #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby is hollie col coded #i'll die on this hill #watch me take forever to post this #possibly a mini series #idk but I've had this idea for a while #wlw

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COMPHET!ABBY TO GOOD LUCK, BABE!! THE AGENDA IS SPREADING 🗣‼️ (this is gonna be good yall)

HELPPPPP

I think I’ve finished it but I think like, I could’ve done SO MUCH MORE so, if anyone has any ideas of whatever you want to see in this fic LMK

Im also looking for someone who might want to help me proofread it(? idk, I really want to make something nice because this song is so perfect 😤☝️

#— nari is talking 💭₊⊹ #abby anderson x reader

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ᝰ.ᐟ Trusting the process rn ,, still a wip 🧍‍♂️

#— nari is talking 💭₊⊹ #abby anderson #abby anderson tlou2 #the last of us #abby tlou #abby the last of us #fanart #tlou art

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not to get too political but when you're sleeping next to him in the middle of the night with your head in your hands you're nothing more than his wife and when you think about me all of those years ago you're standing face to face with i told you so

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ᝰ.ᐟ Hear me out y'all...

── comphet abby w/ ex college bestfriend reader inspired by Good luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan. Where Abby meets up with her old bestfriend after five years of little to no contact outside of occasional instagram post likes and reveals that she's engaged to the guy she had met during their college years. Despite feeling sure of her decision, thinking that this was what she wanted, what she needed, she can't help but reminisce the time where you would look at her like she was all you ever needed. The times where she would spend nights in your bed, arms around your waist as she whispered sweet nothings, all under the guise of "experimenting" even if she knew her true feelings, ones she would never accept herself for. You don't look at her that way anymore though, atleast not that she can tell, and it pains her. And fuck, she hates that, especially when you congratulate her on the engagement with an indifferent smile. Some part of her wishes you'd stop her, tell her that you could be better than her long time boyfriend, but you don't. Instead you wish her luck, a knowing look in your eyes as you give her shoulder a lingering squeeze and she feels herself crack a little more. She'd see you at the wedding, but not in the way some part of her heart deep down wanted it to be.

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#— nari is talking 💭₊⊹ #abby the last of us #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #the last of us #tlou2 #abby tlou #im like so obsessed #with Chappell Roan #its insane #wlw fanfic #wlw #sapphic #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson tlou2

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Honey Honey

Your lover Valeria insists sweet pet names don't suit her, you disagree.

This is a birthday gift for my sister-from-another-ister @lotties-ashwagandha go and wish her hbd for seven years of good luck, and also check out her valeria fics xxxx

Valeria Garza x reader | req rules ⁞ request here

“No.”

“No Honey?” You parrot, fingers carding lazily through your Valerias hair. “Why no Honey?”

A scoff, and a gentle jab to the ribs through your pyjama top. The warmth of Valerias body is a privilege not once lost on you, to be so close to someone so feared, it’s narcotic. Still, she inhales as if your presence is the gift of life, and speaks through pursed lips.

“Honey is sweet, domestic. I am not.”

“You’re sweet to me,” you try, laying a hand on her arm and resting your cheek against it. There's a warm silence between you, an understanding that really, Valeria isn't sweet. You know there's a knife under her pillow and a gun in the bedside drawer, and you know she’s felt the warmth of blood on her hands before. You wonder how it compares to the warmth of your skin.

Valeria scoffs again, and rolls over to face you more intimately. A nail drags slowly up the skin of your arm to your neck, and is soon replaced by the gentle pillow of her lips. She hums against your pulse, an attempt at distracting you.

“Leave the nicknames to me, hm amor?” A kiss made short by a smile.

You close your eyes, bathing in the light of a love so soft for just a moment longer than you should. You want to argue your case, explain until your vocal cords snap just how sweet of a name your Valeria deserves to be called. You’d sing praises of her gentle side until the sun collapsed, if she’d allow it.

“I wish you’d let me dote on you,” you hum, voice ghosting away as her hands lower from your neck to your chest, and soon after to your waist.

Valeria, her touch burning, whispers into the air that feels a little heavier than before.

“I wish you’d shut up and let me have you.”

And of course, because she can be so sweet, you oblige her every wish.

Something catches, and you find yourself pending every waking hour trying to prove that the sweet honeyed love of Valeria Garza is worth vocalising. It starts the morning after, when you open your eyes to find Valeria already gazing over you. Sex-toussled hair and tired eyes, a domestic beauty clings to her, you take a moment to appreciate the sight before opening your mouth to speak.

“Morning,” you offer, “Honey.”

Silence, and then a startled look from your lover. She flashes a knowing smile at you, and then forces her lips into a scowl. A feather pillow hits you with a thud.

“Don’t start this,” you hear Valeria groan as she hauls herself out of bed. “I’ll leave you.”

An empty threat, one that brings a smile to your lips as you watch her sulk off to the shower. Despite the want to join her, you manage through her outrageously large home and find the kitchen.

You could still get lost in this place. Your bare feet against the tiles soothe the heat from your ministries last night, but the scent of your love doesn’t ever subside. As you boil some water and watch the world go by through the kitchen window, you’re dealt her scent that lingers on  your clothes. Rough cedar cologne she wears in place of perfume, but a hint of vanilla that peaks through from the lotion she uses. Again, narcotic.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t notice Valeria creeping into the kitchen behind you. You jump when she wraps her arms around your waist and sits her chin on your shoulder, her wet hair sticking to your bruised neck.

“Watch your back even here,” she growls. “I have idiots working for me.”

The house is empty for the next few days as Valeria deals with a big upcoming import, but she chides nonetheless. Self defence has been drilled into you since your first date, she had once claimed her love language to be keeping you alive and in one piece. 

“Thanks for the heart attack,” you roll your eyes, and smile as the water finishes boiling. “Tea or coffee, hon?”

“Mm, coffee,” Valeria kisses your shoulder, and then catches on to your wording. In one fluid motion, she spins you around and has your back pressed against the sharp edge of the counter.

Something dark in her eyes. “No Honey.”

Valeria takes her coffee black and bitter. She bites, and bares teeth at anyone who tries to sweeten her up. A life of excessive hardship and dark sour days leaves little room for sweetness– you know that. You also know your lover, like the back of your hand. You could rebuild her with your eyes closed. She is sweeter than most.

You reach to the side as best you can with Valeria’s arms caging you in, and grab the honey jar you keep for tea. Valeria watches with a frown as you pop off the lid, and dip your finger into the nectar, bringing it to your lips.

If it weren’t to prove a point, the sight would seem sensual. Maybe in another life you’d use the example to initiate a long night with Valeria, but as you clean your finger of the honey, your focus is on her heart rather than body.

“Not half as sweet–” you press a chaste kiss to her unexpecting lips, “–as this.”

“You’re crazy,” Valeria tsks. 

“And you, underneath that shell of rain and woes, are a sweetheart.”

She rolls her eyes, but ultimately concedes to your tooth-rotting doting. Her forehead presses against yours, and another kiss is shared between you.

“So you know,” Valeria’s voice is quiet. “I will kill anyone who hears you call me that.”

Another lie. There's a soft part of her that loves showing off your affections. Still, you play along, and speak gently in the quiet morning light of your love–

“Yes, Honey.”

[narislvr]

Sorry for the month long disappearance lol <//3 life and school have been stressful lately + I caught the flu so that wasn't fun but like, I'm SO back and will get back to writing once I get the chance (so sorry to the person who left me requests during my time away tho Ellie with Latina Reader will be priority dw 😿) but Requests are open while I get back into things. <333

#— nari is talking 💭₊⊹

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Hhhhh, I'm so sorry it took a whole month for me to respond to this but thank you so much for tagging me lol!! 🫶🏼 (I hope you liked She-ra!! It's one of my favorite shows haha ^^)

ᝰ.ᐟ tagged by: @cerise-on-top

₊˚ෆ tagging: I don't really have any specific mutuals I talk to, but I any of my mutuals want to, feel free to respond to this <3

Last song listened to: Your Love - BTOB

Favorite color: pink + lavender 🌷

Currently watching: Yellow Jackets & NANA

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: Spicy definitely but I'm also a sucker for sweets lol

Current obsession(s): TLOU, CoD, Yellowjackets, Pink stuff/stationary, Bubble pop music, and NANA

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Nine folks I’d like to get to know better

Tagged by @ohgeesoap ❤️💜💚

Last song I listened to: Training Season by Dua Lipa

Favorite color: lavender

Currently watching: Delicious in Dungeon

Spicy/savory/sweet: Oo, probably a mix of savory and sweet?

Relationship status: taken!

Current obsession: too many to name - lately I’ve really been into COD, BJJ, and finishing my latest knitting project

Zero pressure Taglist: @ragnarockz @deadbranch @cerise-on-top @tardis-mouse @takingovermidnight @the-californicationist @imtherain @shardsofstainedglass @maggiemaystansfield

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Even though the strike for Palestine ended yesterday, don’t stop talking about it. Donate if you can, educate yourself and speak out!

Where to help and educate yourself

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It's ridiculous to say that you "didn't know" about the strike especially considering that many tlou authors, and people in general, have been posting about it WEEKS ahead. Like be so for real rn.

If you can scroll all the way down to read fics posted before the strike and dig around to find the other parts, than you can take less than 2 minutes to atleas try and educate yourself through the resources we've been posting.

I dont understand how some of you can be so completely apathetic and deny the genocide happening right before our eyes, but THE LEAST you can do is atleast not post during a strike.

the LEAST you can do is not bash and threaten other people who are speaking up and fighting for justice.

Just because your a shitty person doesn't mean others are too.

FUCK YOU TO THOSE PEOPLE WHO HARASSING AUTHORS IN TLOU WHO IS DOING THEIR BEST AND IS ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING THAN YOU DO!!

FUCK YOU WHO MAD AT THE TLOU AUTHORS FOR POSTING MORE ABOUT PALESTINE THAN NEW FICS

LITERALLY FUCK YOU !! YOU COULDNT WAIT FOR A FUCKING WEEK TO READ AGAIN???

also fuck you to those who post fics during a GLOBAL STRIKE and if you saying shits like “idek there’s a global strike going on” pls just stfu.

#ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #free plaestine #global strike for palestine #palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free

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If you saw the photo of the child hanging in the rubble with her legs blown off, this is her.

Their names are Amouna and Suazanna Hasouna. May they rest in peace

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Every Friday, millions of Yemenis, themselves survivors of genocide, protest the genocide of Gaza