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r3starttt · 25 days

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CALL ME BY YOUR NAME | 03 extra

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an: it's part of the cmbyn series BUT u can totally read this without context. Sex w no plot basically(?

cw: nsfw!!! oral, thigh riding, fingering

Her hands travelled over your arms, dragging you closer to her until you were sitting on her lap. "Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine" her lips pressed on your neck, leaving open mouth kisses all over it, until she got to your lips.

At one point, you could feel your whole neck and jawline fully covered with her saliva, and even though you've tasted her already, it wasn't enough. You craved her and craved for more of her.

Your hands moved to the back of her neck, scratching it with your nails, tenderly. Abby groaned on your skin, her nose vibrated on your clavicle as she slowly took note of your sent. It was soft, the way you pronounced your own name, and the way she pronounced hers.

It was slow, how she got rid of your shirt. Her hands introduced on the inside first, feeling every inch of your stomach, until she couldn't wait anymore so she took her away from your body. Abby's first institc was to get a taste of your chest, so without thought she pressed her lips on them, separately. Her hands moved to your back, getting rid of your bra almost as if she was starving, as if she needed to get a proper taste. You could only silence your moans, saying her name and your name repeatedly. Anything to please her.

"Feel so good angel" she mumbled in between kisses, from your breasts to down your stomach. You stood on your knees for her, gripping at her braid to lead her to where you wanted her, tugging at it whenever she got too much into it. She'd moan, as a way to thank you for even letting her see you like this, for letting her feel you.

You took her blouse off too, unconsciously smiling at the sight of her bare chest, something you somehow missed before. Abby rolled you on your back, making sure it was fully pressed against the matress and making sure you would stay still for her.

Her head dropped into the crook of your neck, running her nose along your jaw. Her hands played with the hem of your shorts, taking them off shortly after. She made sure to undress herself too, not feeling like waiting a second more to have you and let you have her.

"Please” that gentle plead made any racional thoughts disappear. “I want this, please”. her hands were roaming everywhere on your body, opening your legs nice and wide for her. “I know baby, I know”.

Her tongue ran over your nipples, licking and sucking both equally desperately. Once again, she took a taste of your lower body, taking her time to kiss over your ribs, stomach, all of you, she wanted to remember all of you.

You bucked into her, trying to get some friction. It elicited a tender laugh from her. Abby's nose trailed a torturous path along your inner thighs, leaving wet kisses over each of them.

Her fingers danced on the sides of your cunt, moving around your inner thighs as well, until she finally took you inside of her mouth, first kissing on top of your clit, then licking over your arousal, collecting your slit. Her tongue plumped in and out of you. You could feel your chest erratic, almost painful even.

Silently you contained your moans, just tugging at her braid to push her head even closer to your cunt. It was pathetic, your face already sweaty, both of you letting out muffled moans and quiet whimpers sometimes accompanied by your own names. You'd never imagined it'll end this way.

Her own cunt was completely wet, thighs drenched by how you made her feel, by your taste and your touch, by your voice and those pretty obscene sounds she could only hear.

She kept on plumping her tongue in and out of you, sucking at your clit and making sure to taste you and not waist any of what you were giving her. Abby moved one of her thumbs outside your arousal, teasing it for a while before giving you the pleasure of it.

It was slow and gentle, gathering your slick. She curled both her index and middle finger inside you, making pressure above your lower stomach at each thrust. She matched her own speed, until the way you clenched around her and the way you tried so hard to close your legs made her get the clue.

Nor you or her could have the privilege of being louder, but somehow you both knew each other enough to get the message without hearing a word. Like it was meant to be.

She kept on moving until you were absolutely finished, laying her head above your stomach with doe-ish eyes fully fixated to your own.

"Come here" you whispered, still breathing heavily. Abby obeyed, crawling on top of you once more.

She looked completely gorgeous with some loosened strands of her hair slicked to her forehead. Her lips completely wet and her eyes shinning as you've never seem them before. Her view was equally satisfying. More than enough.

"What do you want?" You murmured, moving your hands to the back of her head, gently passing your fingers over her braid. Abby laughed quietly "you, that's enough" you replied with a smile, taking her hairband off and putting it around your waist.

She got slightly up to not put much pressure on your body, holding her own weight. Abby left some kisses around your breasts and up your clavicle again, speaking in between "just lay here, 'kay?" you kept on undoing her braid, taking your time with it.

Her lips stopped pressing on yours, resting once again on top of you. Her right hand travelled to the back of her head, right where yours was, running your fingers along her long hair. Abby stopped you, dragging your hand to the sides of your body, completely quiet.

Your legs were intertwined with each other. Purposely, abby took yours, making it stay still in between hers. "Don't move" she kneeled on top of you for a couple of secons, readjusting both of your bodies.

Her arms were now around you, and you could feel how wet she was. You could cum again just by the feeling.

She started to rub herself on you, slow. You moved her hair to the sides, kissing and licking her neck to remember her scent, her flavor, her skin.

Every move she did was accompanied by her soft whimpers and wines. Some growls whenever you lowered your leg or purposely holded her in place. All for you, next to your ear.

The adrenaline mixed with the need of keeping silence made her sound even more desperate, crying painfully quiet right next to you.

You let your hands wander along her body, gripping at her ass, moving the palm of your hands over it, behind her back and neck, playing with her sensitive nipples and strongly grabbing at her breasts.

She felt so good. She tasted so good. She smelled so good. "Gonna cum, gonna cum... fuck" Abby repeatedly murmured.

You couldn't contain yourself, just watching her rub over you. You had to help her with it.

You started by moving your thumb over her clit. Circle over circle as your lips pressed over her skin, over her lips to help her keep quiet when it got too much.

Until she trembled over you. There was nothing that could ever make you forget how her muscled flexed and tensed around you, over you. How she whined so fucking gracefully. How her eyes clenched at your touch. It was majestic.

She'd only shown this weakness around you, since the moment she first stepped inside your house. It had always and it will always be you.

"Shhh shhh" you whispered, rubbing her back as she let the wave of pleasure evaporate.

Abby tried not to, but there was nothing else she could do but let her body lay on top of you.

So that's how you stood for a while, until crickets lowered their chirping and the moon got brighter due the sky getting darker.

"Did we make noise?" You laughed silently "nothing to worry about" Abby rolled next to you, making space for your body to fit in right next to hers.

Your eyes catched her blouse laying at the end of the bed "you wore that shirt the first day you were here" abby ran her fingers over your cheek, then over your lips "Yeah?" You nod "will you give it to me when you go?"

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timotheeupdates · 8 months

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getmehighonmagic · 9 months

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Words Of Hope - Epilogue

I can't believe I'm saying this, but this story has finally been finished! Thank you so much to everyone who read it, who left me love on it and who is willing to read this last part, even though I was gone for so long. I'm super grateful and I hope you enjoy it!

#fanfic #ao3 #ao3 author #cmbyn #fanfic authors #fanfiction #timothée chamalet #charmie #army fic #armie x timothee #armie hammer #cmbyn rpf #cmbyn fanfic

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apricusapollo · 8 months

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OKAY DINLUKE CMBYN AU IS FINALLY OUT!!!

may I please introduce my baby sacred touches & wasted days

#crys' dinluke cmbyn au #(yes the one that dragged her around by her fucking hair) (i'm fine i swear)#star wars #dinluke #luke skywalker #din djarin #dinluke fanfiction #ao3 #call me by your name

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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hiii this is my first request ever and I was wondering if you could do a timmy angst fic! I identify as female so maybe something where he neglects reader pls

BROKEN BOUNDARIES

this ask definitely tapped into my subconscious, writing this felt super super personal.

NOT PROOF READ AT ALLL.

WARNINGS: angst, toxic!Timothée, toxic!Reader, foul language, ANNGSTTTT.

let me know if I missed anything.

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He was away for work again.

He’s away for work and for the first week he called me non-stop, texted me between cuts, until he wasn’t. I simply chalked it up to the fact his scenes were getting more intense, there would be more takes, not as much free time.

It’s been a week since he last called me, now there’s only two days before he comes home.

Of course he texted me a few times letting me know what he was doing on set and how much he missed me, but days since I had heard his voice. It killed me to miss my boy so much.

And then came the pictures.

The day he was coming home I found out he indeed had time to call me. Instead the days, almost weeks before his arrival, he was pent up on yachts, going to clubs, even a very lengthy outing with his co-stars the night prior to his flight. It wasn’t that I had an issue with him having fun, it wasn’t about cheating, not about a type of envy having the bonding experiences you should with your co-workers as an actor.

It’s completely about the fact he intentionally didn’t call for seven days and I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, what I feel is strictly pain.

I throw my phone down on the bed and collapse on the surface just the same.

I love him with my entire being and I know he does too, or I thought? Does he in this moment? I feel almost betrayed, I feel forgotten, put off.

This is not the first, second, or third time something like this has happened— Honestly, I’d lost count during the years of us being together. It was a fact of principle and that I had made a point to tell him the last time, that it hurts, it hurts deeply to be so disregarded.

I could cry, but that wouldn’t get me anywhere, right? I could blow his phone up with how hurtful it is, but that would also be a dead end.

I rake my mind for solutions. I laid there for what felt like hours before picking up my phone.

—

‘Hey!’ My friend answers.

“Hey, are you busy this weekend?” I ask.

‘No not at all, why what’s up?’

“I’m- I was wondering if I could come up there for a day or two, I need a girls weekend.” I sigh.

‘You know you’re always welcome here. Why are you even asking? Are you okay?’ She questions.

I let a tear slip and steady my voice, “No, yeah I just need a couple days for me. I’ve been in the house for nearly two months.” I try and manage a chuckle.

‘Will you be here tonight? I thought Tim was..coming back today?’ She prods cautiously.

“He is but I-,” I close my eyes and will myself to be calm, “I’ll explain when I get there okay?” I nearly whisper, two more tears fall from my eyes. There was a pause.

‘Let me know when you leave, okay? I love you.’

“I love you too.” I end the call, getting to my feet and start packing my bag.

It wasn’t long before I had everything I needed for the weekend, I sit the duffle bag on the bed before showering and changing into a clean comfortable outfit. I check the time.

‘7:32 PM’

I could be there in two hours if I leave now I thought to myself.

I rip some notebook paper from an old journal and write Timothée a note explaining where I am, who I’m with, and that my phone won’t be on.

Petty? Probably. But it feels good.

I make my way down the steps and move to open the front door only to have it opened for me.

“My love!” He embraces me, I use my free hand to wrap around him, I indulge the feeling remembering how his warmth feel, how he smells, before pulling away.

“I missed you, missed you so much.” He beams as he kisses my head, standing before me with a wide smile until he saw my bag. I curse myself mentally.

“Where are you going?” He questions, I step aside and he steps into the loft setting his bags down.

I remain silent for a minute, taking him in. He didn’t look the least bit fatigued by the 14-hour flight, by being away for such a period, he looked well rested even. Meanwhile I could feel the bags under my eyes, the knot in my throat prevents me from saying anything immediately, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“I um-“ I press my temples with my free hand, “I’m gonna go to The Hamptons, to Rae’s, for the weekend. I just need some time to myself-“ I finally get out.

His face falters and I can feel the tension thicken like being drowned by waves, “Baby, I just got back, please just stay til the morning ?” He cuts in before caressing my face with a grin like nothing was wrong.

This tension is one-sided.

I look up into his eyes feeling myself tear up, “No. No I can’t.” I say quietly, pulling in a sharp breath, “Timothée you— I cant keep getting put off. I can’t keep getting treated as second when you’re away you-“ Hot tears fall down my cheeks, i drop the bag, he lets me go, “I told you how shitty it feels, multiple times, you keep doing it. Why?” My voice breaks as the tears continue to fall.

“W-What do you mean? How shitty what feels?” His voice raises slightly, his face scrunched looking at me.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about.” I let out a soft chuckle, tears continuously streaming down my face, “You act like you do nothing wrong regardless of how many times I bring it up-“

“I didn’t do shit-“ Hee cuts in.

“No Timotheé! You did the ONE fucking thing you always do! You’ve had a whole week to talk to me, seven days! I’ve gotten a mere text for half those if that, I saw the pictures-” I choke on the word, his jaw clenches, “Pictures of what!” He moves closer as he yells, “What did I do-“ I cut him off.

“You’ve been fucking off for nearly two weeks, not caring how it would make me feel, you’re girlfriend,” I’m sobbing now, “Remember me?” I take in a heavy breath.

“I haven’t been fucking off? I do care how you feel I just-“

“It takes seconds to call and let me hear your voice,” I run my hands roughly through my hair, “Seconds that you couldn’t fucking spare out of a week plus!”

“Baby please-‘ He moves to grab my hands.

“No, you don’t get to charm your way out of this,” I wipe my face, “Not this time.” I push past him and grab my bag heading towards the door, I feel resistance.

His hand tightens around the back straps of my bag, “Please don’t, please, I’m,” He pulls me closer to him, caressing my face with his hands, “I’m sorry, please,e Ii’m sorry-“

Tears pool in our eyes as we stare at one another, “Please don’t leave-“ He closes his eyes and sets his forehead on me, his tears falling against my cheek as my own mix with them.

I take a shaky breath, “You keep breaking the boundaries I’ve set,” I sniffle, “I’m tired of being disappointed,” I look up, meeting is teary eyes, “By your empty promises.”

I pull away from his embrace and gather my things, walking to the door, “There’s a note for you upstairs.” I call back not looking at him.

“I love you.” He chokes.

I glance over my shoulder at him, opening the door and throwing my things in the back of my car, starting my drive to The Hamptons.

I see the half mark sign and feel an overwhelming sadness, hot tears testing my eyes. I blink them back.

Love is kind, love is patient.

Love does not dishonor.

Love does not fail.

“You’re okay. It’s gonna be fine.” I repeat to myself.

Love always perseveres.

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olivereliocorcordium1983 · 3 months

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Intentions Au Chapter 2

INTENTION AU (2024) - Chapter 2 - olivereliocorcordium1983 - Call Me By Your Name - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

#armiehammer #charmie #callmebyyourname #cmbyn #ao3 #fanfiction #charmiefic #timotheechalamet

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oliverelio-eliooliver · 11 months

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A great fanfiction by @lfg1986-2

Another poster I made

#armie hammer #timothée chalamet #support armie hammer #armie x timmy #timothee chalamet #call me by your name #armie x timothee #cmbyn sequel #fanfiction #charmie manip #charmie fic

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anislightsaber · 2 years

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

Timothée chalamet x fem!reader

summary : While you and Timmy are in holidays in Miami you get ideas at the beach.

content : sexual content, fingering, dirty talk, breeding, p in v, dry humping, oral(m/f) kissing, pretty much fluff at the beginning and smut at the end.

ps : hey it’s my first ff so please be kind with my writing :)

Mid august, the weather was boiling and you were sweating. Timmy didn’t had any movies at the moments so you both took some vacation in Miami.

“Timmy where the fuck did you put the solar cream?” You rushed in the living room seeing Timmy on his phone.

“Um dunno? Maybe you left it at home?” He said and didn’t bother to look at you as he replied.

You looked at the sofa, there it is right beside this big baby.

“If you only you paid attention to something else then your freaking phone for once, it’s right beside you give it to me.”

He took the solar cream and walked towards you.

“gimme a kiss bub?” he asked

“no give me that and go take your swimsuit we’re going to the beach”

You walked past him and took your bag. Timmy admired the view of your hips swaying and ass giggling and smirked.

“yup that’s my girl” he said to himself.

time skip to the beach

You putted the towel on the sand and sat down. The soft wind made you feel less hot and the sound of the waves relaxed you. You took the solar scream and applied it on your skin, arms, legs, belly, shoulders but of course you couldn’t do your back without your boyfriend’s help.

“hey tim can you put some solar scream on my back please?”

“of course my love” he took some and put it in his hands.

“hey hun…your solar cream looks weird”

“Huh?” You turned around and looked at his hands, yeah, it was a bit transparent.

“You dirty boy! Shut it and put it in my back” you laughed.

Timmy smiled and putted his hands gently on your lower back, doing small caress with his skilled fingers. You hummed at the affection but soon realized it wasn’t an innocent caress.

“Timmy are you trying to get in my pants on the beach?”

He stopped what he was doing. What? He thought he was discreet? This boy could never try something and you, his acting isn’t good when it’s about you.

“Yeah maybe what if I am?”

“You gotta be kidding me we just did it twice this morn- you got shut up by his mouth colliding with yours. You tasted his lips that were soft because he drank a lot during summer while he fought his tongue on yours, knowing he would win anyway.

“Ok tim if we do this we’ll be seen so let’s just-“

“No bullshit just need to be buried inside you right now just give me that-“

“Timothée think about the kids and the families I know you’re horny but I know you’re not selfish.” You smiled as you looked as his wet curls dripping from the sea.

“then let’s go the the sea.” His words shocked you because it was an actual goog idea. You knew you could walk far away and be in your depth which means no one could actually see you two fucking like there was no tomorrow.

“fuck ok let’s do this”

You took his hand and ran to the ocean, his curls bouncing, his smile wide as he was a kid we told he was going to have a puppy.

“Oh shit fuck no it’s too cold I’m not-“ Timmy interrupted you by throwing you on his shoulder like you were a bag, even if you tried it was to late, you were thrown.

“OH MY SHIT ITS COLD COME HERE!” you took him by the shoulder and kissed him deeply, your proximity made you feel his already raging boner on his orange shorts.

“Fuck babe let me just be in you already we’re far from people stares!” He begged, he really wanted you liked you didn’t done it twice this morning?

He pushed your swimsuit to the side, putting two fingers (with his rings) in you. You moaned at the feeling. These goddamn fingers will be death of you. You humped him trying to made him some relief.

“Babe stop I’m wet enough just want you in right now!” You panted

“Shit I forgot the cando-

“I’m on the pill you know just, FUCK, put it!! You took control of the situation by grabbing his dick palming a bit.

“Fuck, ok don’t beg me to stop later then.” He said as he slammed into you, making gasp loudly but hopefully, covered by his mouth.

He fastened the pace, going in and out of you as fast as he could making the waves around you higher, the thought made you smile. This balls were slapping against your ass while he hold both of his arm around your waist. You could feel your orgasm building up until you felt his fingers rubbing your clit making cry in pleasure.

“Lemme grab those boobs hun” you never knew if Timmy was an ass man or boobs man, but his hand going down to your ass slapping it and his other one massaging your boob made you even more wonder.

“You’re gonna cum for me baby? Huh? Cant even talk because of how I fucked the words out of your brain? You loved when he dirty talk, and he knew it.

“Tim- Timmy- oh my ahh..” you came down, clenched as he continued to pound into you like a dog.

“Came so well for me my love, hold still I’m coming”

His trusts gotten sloppier as he came inside you, you sighed and kissed his cheek.

“Love you so much mon amour, je t’aime” he said as he hugged you

“Je t’aime aussi my dear.”

You walked back to the beach, hands holding until you looked down on Timmy’s crotch.

Oh no.

He was still hard.

#timothee x reader #timothée chalamet #timothee smut #timothée x you #timothée x y/n #cmbyn fanfic #paul atreides #smut fanfiction #dune movie #elio perlman #bones and all

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cmbynwritingfests · 8 months

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💕 CMBYN Bingo 2023 | Masterlist 💕

Hi!

A big thank you to everyone who participated in the challenge! And for those who haven’t checked out these stories yet, please go check them out and give our writers some love!! 💕

Precarious by TheseShipsShallSail

Oliver / Elio | E | 482 Words Prompt : Experiment They’ve never done it like this: broad palms supporting his weight where they’re busy squeezing his ass. Lighting him up with pleasure inside. Oliver’s panting - damn near groaning with every stroke - and Elio crosses his ankles at the small of his back, left with little choice but to hang on for the ride.

Tears Not Yet Spilled by TheseShipsShallSail

Oliver / Elio | T | 463 Words Prompt : Love confession + Things left unsaid Perhaps it’s better this way: the silent understanding between them. The things left unsaid.

[ 3 Emails ] by VesperCat

Oliver / Elio | G | 1628 Words Prompt : Nine different prompts To: [email protected] From: o.×××@columbia.edu Good day, I hope this email finds you well. I'm going to ××× Park tonight, if you want to come with or meet there? Regards, Oliver ×××, PhD

[ Emerald & Spessartine ] by VesperCat

Timothée / Armie | T | 1710 Words Prompt : Writer AU + Italy + Motorcycle Timothée just finished off their milkshake for the night when Armie Hammer, leans on the bar counter in front of them.

#cmbynbingo2023 #cmbyn #cmbyn fanfiction #call me by your name #call me by your name fanfiction #charmie #charmie fanfiction #masterlist

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vesper93 · 1 year

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Chapter 2 of my Into Darkness rewrite is up!

For some reason AO3 is being weird about linking this one and the usual subscription email hasn't gone out either which is... annoying. But oh well, it's here!

#fanfiction writer #cmbyn fandom #cmybn #cmbyn fanfiction #timothee chalamet fanfiction

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r3starttt · 2 months

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CALL ME BY YOUR NAME | 01

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Somewhere in northern Italy.

It was summer, it’s been hot, unbearable hot the last few weeks. Your family, all Jewish, have a not so small cottage with the most gorgeous landscape ever, and that’s where you all spend any vacation or holiday that appears. Which is the current case.

Your mother’s and anthropologist, meaning she adores places with history like the small town you’re at, and teaching people since she can always learn new things as well. Your dad on the other hand, he’s just doing what a housewife would do, he’s a professor as well, just doesn’t really work since you were born, that’s the agreement your parents made.

So with that on mind you well knew this summer wouldn’t be any different, your mom with some new student who died to live the whole leaving in Italy experience and your dad being the perfect parent. Perfect family in a perfect place leaving and teaching the perfect live.

Not that you mind it though.

Coming to Italy means getting to see old friends, having new situationships with hot Italians and of course, visiting extravagant places your family likes going to and learning something new, whether it’s from reading another book like you’re used to, visiting museums or just going to somehow new anthropological areas that your mom adores taking you to.

It’s nice, and you never get bored even you do this at least twice a year. There’s always something new to experience.

You were currently in your room with what you considered an old friend, pretty close one. Curly hair, pretty, and stupidly in love with you. Marzia. The hot breeze that came from the window in your room filled the emptiness between both. You currently changing your clothes and her eyes purely fixated on your body.

That until the wooden floor of the house started to resound and vibrate, accompanied by the loud engineer of a probably old car. That was it “l'usurpatore” as you and Marzia called the new student your mom brought every holiday to your house.

Ignoring her basically eye fucking you, you decided to go and have a preview of this new person, just by the way its arrival sounded you could have an idea of how they would be. Probably on their thirties or forties, rich and a bit sophisticated because otherwise they wouldn’t have pay for this type of experience.

So you ran to the nearest window, not in your room to of course to one, avoid Marzia, and two, avoid the obviousness of your presence while criticizing whoever new guests you’d have to live together with for the next month.

The floor was old, and it was as loud as that engineer that kept sounding, until both stopped in unison, right on time so you could have a proper view. Interrupted, of course, by Marzia and some strings of her hair moving along with the air, right behind you but enough striking to catch the slightest of your attention. “E' fiducioso, eh?” you whispered once you hear It’s voice, she sounded pretty confident, loud.

There she was, a tall blonde woman with what it looked like a perfectly made braid ruined by both the unbearable heat of this place and the breeze that besides doing nothing but sending the hot of the air everywhere was also annoyingly loud.

She said something inaudible to both your parents, you could hear their voices but not loud enough to catch a word they said. By the way they shook hands and the way she kissed them on the cheek you assumed it was just a boring greet.

That meant two things, Marzia leaving and you having to take care of the guest for the rest of the week at least until they catch their pace. Yet before you even excuse yourself properly from Marzia the loud voice of your dad calling for you took you out of your thoughts, turning around and giving your curly haired friend a polite kiss on the cheek. “Devo andare giù” you said, letting her know you’ll be downstairs if not completely gone the moment your parents made you socialize with the woman.

Running and tryin your best to properly put on your clothes you went downstairs, accompanied by the loud sound of the wood along the whole floor and your sandals hitting the floor. There she was.

They were just coming inside the house to your moms office, now your own library too. Your dad motioned your hand so you would come in as well, murmuring a quiet and repetitive “come here”.

You made sure everyone was inside before coming in, getting a small peak of what this woman’s car looked like, again. It was fancy, clean and covered in a very shiny dark green. Suit her, you thought.

The moment you pass the door frame there it is, taller than you, stronger than you and with the most exquisite style you’ve ever seen someone wear. Maybe it was the way she knew how to combine both texture and color, or just her whole appearance, but she was by far the best looking guest you’ve ever had.

“This is our daughter” your mom said, stepping aside with a glass in hand, always so elegant. You said your name, the blonde woman smiled at you, extending her arm towards your direction to shake hands “Abby”

“You must be exhausted” she nodded, not as confidently as you saw her when she first arrived “may I bring your things up to your room?” a small "uhh" brushed past her lips before she ultimately agreed “my room?” you turned around, facing your dad who’s orders you already knew, followed by a silent nod. You replied the same way, slightly crouching to help Abby carry her bags to your room.

“follow her” some pats were heard after you turned around, probably your mom patting her somewhere in her body to do as she told her to, follow you to her room. After that you could only hear the silent footsteps behind you, until they overlapped with ones even louder. Marzia.

You exchanged looks with her, pressuring to go upstairs again and passing by her completely. Until the silence was broken by a kiss on someone’s cheek, making you turns around to see both and just running your eyes at the ironic scene that thankfully didn’t last much in front of you.

Once in your now old room, the door slapped loudly, making the woman jump by the abruptly echo in the room. The light had gone darker, letting in a blue ish color to fulfill the whole room. The bags fell in the floor for you to finish cleaning the room you’ve just made a mess in while changing clothes, picking them and placing them disastrously in your closet.

Last thing you saw was her body lying on your bed shamelessly. Her white t-shirt wrinkling as she did “you have my room now, I’ll be next door” your would probably sounded like mumbled to her at this point but you were doing the usual protocol. She hummed a tiredly ‘mhm’ looking you from the corner of her eye.

“We’ll be sharing the bathroom, hope you don’t mind it” you got on the floor to pick one last pair of jeans you’d left in the room, smiling at the random appearance of quiet snores behind you. She’d fallen asleep, probably exhausted as your parents just said.

That made you wonder where was she from, that was usually information your parents didn’t share with you.

Hours passed by, the sky was alredy tainted dark blue fading into almost completely black. It was one of those evenings where you could hear the crickets chirping loudly in the outside, the air even though was warm it wasn’t annoying, it was refreshing enough, quiet and peaceful. Sooner you should be called for dinner.

Currently you were sitting at your desk, hand facing the cold of it as you kept staring at the score with some notes previously made with a sharpened pencil that had left some annotations impossible to erase. The low music coming from your headphones however wasn’t enough to silent the bell that, as you thought, made sure everyone knew and got ready for dinner.

So you stood up, placing everything displayed on your desk decently enough to give the look of tidiness. Grabbing then the sandals randomly placed on the floor and quietly walking towards the door that lead to your original room now occupied by Abby. Knuckles hitting the cold and tough wood that adorned the door, three times, no answer at all.

Getting inside, as the door squeaked loudly you took a glance of the inside. Eyes falling immediately on the still sleepy body of the woman. A giggle escaped your mouth as you noticed, she’d woken up sometime since the last time you saw her since the braid wasn’t there anymore, replaced by her natural long hair that somehow you didn’t see when she first arrived.

Next day you woke up to your usual routine. The heat that filled the room accompanied by the unbearable sun that came trough the window woke you up early in the morning, before you could start sweating you took a usual shower with the coldest water possible, that also came warm due the ambience being hot and the sun naturally warming everything.

Red t-shirt and a pair of shorts with some white tennis shoes, that was today’s fit. It was basic, not elegant or fancy at all but it looked good and was just right for the climate you were still getting used to.

Breakfast was ready before you even went downstairs so you took your time before doing so. Yet the moment you sat and took the first bite of the food the lady that helped at that house made just for you, there she was. Amazingly energetic compared to yesterday but talkative as you remember, greeting your parents with her loud voice and just murmuring a small ‘hi’ to you, which you replied the same.

As they spoke about how much Abby had slept yesterday and some other stuff you naturally ignored she mentioned something about a bank account, feeling the heavy look of both your parents directed to you “I can show you around” the warm smile you received from them made you pay attention back. This is when your job started, showing the town to every new usurpatore.

“That’ll be great thanks” probably the hunger combined with the energy she’s gotten from sleeping so much the day before is playing her dirty, because such woman can’t be so ignorant. She broke the egg, the simplest food to eat. Of course the silent chuckle that passed her lips and the way her cheeks noticeable tainted in a rose tone made you say nothing about it, or do something as you would done with any other person.

She looked nice, that played part on it too. She had a blue striped blouse and a pair of white shorts, everything perfectly well-off and suiting her toned body just right. Shirt opened enough to show a but of the tank top she was wearing under, showing also a collar, you couldn’t really tell what it was but it looked like it was something religiously. No judgment though.

After breakfast you took her out, to see the town, have a small tour and get an idea of where things were so she could move in her own later. You originally suggested bicycles but she’s apparently too sophisticated for that. So she took the two of you on her car, the one you saw yesterday when she arrived.

It took you two some minutes to get to the main town square, she wanted to get something fresh because of the hotness that was everywhere. There was a pretty famous bar nearby, so she basically dragged you there, naturally having some small talk with everyone inside the whole time you were there.

It didn’t last long though, she wanted to get back outside to “live the whole experience” so you’re currently sitting with her on some bench she found, covered by some trees yet still warm. “So, what does one do here?” she had what seemed like some random sheets with something related to your mom’s job. You’ve seen her work your whole life and being a very visual person you could always tell when there was something anthropology related.

You were reading a book, accompanying her in her small trip quietly and so far doing nothing but small talk with her. So when you heard her you took a moment to process her words, too focused on your own world. Closing and placing the book on the bench, between the two of you and letting out a heavy sigh before answering. “Wait for the summer to end” she chuckled, that’s when you saw her.

She had some front stands of her hair now loose from her slicked braid, gracefully dancing over her cheeks due the breeze. Her cheeks were slightly red and there was some not so visible sweat covering the entrance of her hair.

She did the same as you, placing her sheets down and covering them with your book so they wouldn’t fly away. Her eyes met yours probably for the third time since she first met you. “Yeah?” her tone clearly sarcastic elicited a smile on your face, fading before she let you say anything “And what do you do in the winter? wait for summer to come?” tilting her head to the side she rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, not breaking eye contact once at all.

Your words came out almost as a reflex, feeling her gaze piercing your whole body “We only come here for Christmas and other holidays…for vacation” your voices overlapped, yet none of you stopped “Christmas? I thought-“ “like Easter as well-“ “I thought you were Jewish”

“Well we are Jewish, but, also American…Italian, French, somewhat a typical combination” you responded once she finally shut up, thankfully, you thought. She didn’t speak again, just stared back at you, nodding and letting out a very inaudible ‘mhm’ “besides my family you’re probably the only Jewish that’s put a foot in this town”

Her face changed, she looked relaxed now, even let out a small laugh “oh so you noticed?” you nodded as an answer, proud of your gossipy self “Im from a small town in New England, I know what it’s like to feel different” so, she’s from England. That says a lot about her.

“So what do you do around here?” She’s been dying to ask that. Abby felt that you, being so young and just about to star your adult life, had lots of free time, and she needed to know what you did in such place like this town. She had no clue about you but she felt like you knew everything about her, she wasn’t so wrong on that though. “Read books, transcript music, swim at the river, go out at night, I dunno” you finally answered, unsure on what to say since deep inside you there was a craving for her acceptance “sounds fun”

After that she just casually putted together all the sheets she’d been reading or writing stuff on. “Thanks kiddo, see ya’” and she left.

You were confused, unsure on how to get back home with this painful weather and on why she randomly left after having a proper talk with you for the first time. You didn’t hesitated or anything, naturally waving at her as she left.

It’s not like she owned you anything after all, the plan was for you to show her the town and that’s all. Now you knew she took things literally.

Or that’s the impression she gave.

It’d been a whole day after that, you didn’t see her when she came back home. You spent all day in your room, finishing those music sheets you’ve been working on, reading and spending some time before dinner with Marzia.

At this point she basically lived with you as well, and honestly you never got why your parents let her. Maybe they were being a little too supportive.

Or you two were a little too obvious.

Today’s morning went as usual, the typical routine you’ve been repeating for some weeks already. Along Abby now, who spent some hours with your mom debating on some random stuff you didn’t even tried to pay attention to and debating on some etymological definition for some word.

Which only made both of your parents more exited about her presence since no other student had ever try and correct your mom. It made you smile, it was interesting to see someone like her interact with someone like your parents, like your family.

The plan for today was to spend some time with your friends, something your parents suggested when Marzia was present someday and that made you say yes to it because how could you deny anything to her?

Later have a small dinner, outside on the beautiful garden your dad loved to take care of. And of course Abby was included in everything, whether she decided to be there or not, the invitation was there.

The climate today wasn’t the most adequate for what you planned to do, it was hot, as it has never been before. The sun burned and the air wasn’t fresh, no shadow could bring comfort, no breeze or drink could get rid of the warm that was everywhere.

So when Abby took from you the glass with ice and cold water that you needed to drink it didn’t make you smile exactly. And she noticed your unpleasant expression, laughing at you. “Why’re your mad mhm? Don’t be so tense” there was something about those words that made you want to rip your skin. It was painfully annoying to hear people say anything about how you didn’t look so happy.

Maybe it was only you but every time those words were hear there was a context of someone purposely annoying you. And maybe it was the way you were raised and how this woman kept on ruining every opportunity she had to know you better but you just couldn’t take it.

So you shocked your head, feeling overwhelmed by your friends loud cheers to someone playing volleyball and the warm that was slowly consuming your body, almost burning every cell in your body.

“Yeah you are, here, take this” she returned the glass you were about to drink some seconds ago, too disgusted to mix saliva you hold it, trying to find comfort at least by holding it. And it wasn’t until she pressed her hands on your back that you realized what she intended to do.

A massage. So you would be so moody and tense and annoyed.

So you tried push her away, but besides she kept being insistent and her body was though er and stronger than yours you didn’t really care, not if she was the one giving you a whole massage session.

“Stop moving” she hissed, practically manhandling you and starting to move her palms on top of your back, pressing right on the muscle “Marzia, come here” you heard right next to your ear, naturally rolling your eyes and straightening your back. Why Marzia and not her?

“Don’t you think he’s rude when he says ‘later’?” you sat right in front of your mom, already changed into some more fancy clothes, still fresh for the hot that was somehow still in the air even though it was night and the stars were already shining in the sky, lightening everything along the moon. “Arrogant”

Your dad spoke, pouring some liquid you assumed was juice with some alcohol in it or frutal water into what seemed like your glass “l don’t think that’s the word” he extended the glass to you, which you took with a slightly fake but polite smile.

“That’s how she’ll say goodbye, with a stupid ‘later’ and then will never come back” maybe your mistake was your creativity because you could picture her like it, too real and accurate for someone like her “Well, we still have to be with her for six long weeks. Maybe you’ll grow to like her” your mom said, standing from her chair to grab something that was on your side of the table. “or maybe I’ll grow to hate her” your mom took advantage of her closeness, hitting your hand.

It was clear you were annoyed. It felt like everyone in that table knew something you didn’t and was making fun of it.

I could be Abby’s absence, but the idea of her presence fit better with your ideas. You hated how she was so confusing and impossible to read, how she ignored you and only played with you whenever she was in fact around. How she seemed always busy and only had patience and interest for your parents but also made you feel like an adult whenever she noticed you.

You hated all the mixed signals and shit she’s out you trough in so small amount of time.

You hated her.

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