COLLEGE! ELLIE is just naturally good at maths and calculus and science and physics and chemistry and- Ellie’s just good at the "hard" subjects. As long as you dont ask her stuff about history? she's good.

GF! ELLIE who loves tutoring you. She puts on her glasses (cause you always ask her to, and it really does help even if she hates them) and reads whatever stuff you're asking her to explain. She solves it first and then explains it step by step or finds metaphors and analogies to make it easier for you. It always works. Mostly because she's somehow pretty patient and tries all she can to make it for for you.

COLLEGE! ELLIE doesn't even hate history because it's boring. All of her history teachers had been way too boring and old to make the class interesting for her. Every single time she tried to share her point of view or simply discussed opinion with another classmate it always ended up in trouble. That made her hate the subject and stop caring about it.

GF! ELLIE who always shares her hate for teachers with you. Always complaining about how old they are and how college system sucks so much. They dont want you dumb but make you feel dumb If you're too smart! how unfair is that?!!! and when you complain about your own professors or classmates? she remembers names and faces to haunt them down forever. The second she sees any of them around she does NOT hesitate on loudly shit talk about them.

COLLEGE! ELLIE is also ridiculously good at any assignment that has anything to do with writing. Essays are one of her favorite assignments and even thought she seemingly sends texts with her left hand, once she has to get the job done she will proofread everything and make sure her arguments are easy to understand and are coherent as well. Girl knows all the rules on how to write good stuff.

GF! ELLIE who has of course written some "boring" essays for you. She never says no to giving you a hand with your assignments, specially if she does agree they're kinda dumb. Ellie also loves spending time with you, quietly doing her own assignments with you to then help you revise them. And she absolutely adores feeling useful when you ask her for help of any kind so the whole thing is just ideal for her.

COLLEGE! ELLIE chooses the hardest weirdest careers ever, chasing oddly specific degrees like aerospace engineering or astrophysics.

GF! ELLIE who loves making weird jokes that has to explain sometimes cause you dont understand how they're funny cause they're space or maths related. She also loves using her knowledge for nerdy gifts she knows you adore. And she also loves when you gift her nerdy gifts.

COLLEGE! ELLIE is also very lazy and loves procrastination. She can only work until she's dangerously close to the deadline. And somehow it always works out for her.

GF! ELLIE who's always apologizing. "Sorry babe, got an assignment due like rn but I promise I'll text you once I'm done. Love you."

COLLEGE! ELLIE definitely needs a notebook to write down her assignments and when they're due. And also needs a hundred reminders on her phone so she doesn't forget to get them done.

GF! ELLIE who doodles so much about you on her notebooks. She also has reminders for dates with you or just cute stuff she wants to take you out to do with her someday.

COLLEGE! ELLIE also manages to have lots of free time and ends up attending to weird concerts or events or parties cause her friends take her out all the time.

GF! ELLIE always takes you to them. And if you can't cause you're too busy she'll cancel her friends to go help you out. Maybe even help you with the stress and pent up tension in your body ;)

NOTE: Hey so I stole this idea from someone but I can't remember who... so credits to whoever amazing girl wrote this plot before me, credits to u gurllll... whoever u are, ily.

Also lmk if any of you caught the dispatch reference 😈 so I can kiss u.

Last one I apologize for the six seven comment.

bye enjoy have fun pls like and subscribe.

The train is silent, just you and Abby and a couple near who keeps whispering a bit too loud. The windows reflected the beautiful gradient on the sky, covering the view with some grime around the edges.

Abby was comfortably resting on her seat, oblivious to the nature in which your shoulder pressed against hers, making some quiet friction between the loud fabric of her jacket and your own clothes.

You felt a small shift beside you, her arms moving around looking for something. You only tell by glancing at her that she she intended to grab her earbuds, pulling one side before glancing back at you. “Wanna listen?”

It's a small habit you two keep when beinf around eachother, always discovering new music to put on your shared Playlist. So, you nod, and she holds the bud out to you.

Once comfortable your body leans closer to her, resting against her arm once again except this time you're already halfway leaning fully against her shoulder. Abby doesn’t move much, in fact she offers her arm for fully support so you're entirely comfortable if you choose to use her shoulder for a while.

“You like it?” she asks after a moment. Her voice comes out a bit hushed to not disturb the music too much.

You let out a quiet hum. Sounds like the type of music she listens to, with the low base and the guitar and the quiet singing. It's relaxing, even suits the moment. "Really your... vibe." You fail to elaborate, totally focused on the lyrics and the beat and the sky outside.

Abby laughs for a second, hesitating before she looks back at you. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Her shoulder relaxes a little as you pull away just enough to look at her as well. "Didn't it sound like one?"

She nudges your shoulder with hers, but it's a playful gesture, a teasing one. "I chose songs i thought you'd enjoy. I care about your opinion."

"Is that a compliment?" You purposely murmured.

There was a crooked kind of half-smile on her lips that you've come to like way more than you can put into words. "Maybe it is," she replies, and leans her head back against seat.

You two shared a small minute of silence, waiting for the song to end.

"You know," your voice came out quiet, hearing the beginning of the next song which you had added to the playlist, "i really like your music."

Abby's quiet for a moment, trying to figure you out before letting out a sigh that eventually turns into a chuckle.

"You do?" her words are a mix of a mocking statement and doubt.

"Duh?" You replied with a small frown forming on your face, mocking her doubt with fake offence. Had she maybe figured you were just playing along all these months?

There's another pause, more cautious. You want to explain further without teasing so much, to reassure her you actually enjoy this, enjoy her. And Abby quietly overthinks if what she wants to do is appropriate or crosses the line of whatever she's been carefully crafting for the both of you.

She chooses it's not. It shouldn't be.

And her arm wraps loosely around your shoulder. Not quite tight enough to hold you in place, but enough to keep you close.

"yeah?" she finally answers back, a bit tentative like she's not sure she really of anything right now.

"Remember I posted this story with this song?" You basically laughed between words, ashamed and shy and nervous at everything, but so sure you were on the same page like most times and it was worth trying to shoot your shot back.

"Yeah, you made it sound like some big life-changing moment, just 'cause a song happened to play while in a... very odd moment." She replies. Her hand gently rubbing your arm.

"I had the entire week thinking about you. And... I dont know..."

If she wasn’t looking at you like she was, with those pretty lashes and plump lips, maybe you would've bit your lips, you nails, just anything to get rid of the anxiety.

for a second, she holds still, just staring at the screen where the song is playing.

"So this song makes you think about me."

"Yeah I was implying that with the silence." A huff almost escaped you. Not because of annoyance but because you didn't know how much this could change things. And it was eating you alive.

"i- yeah, i got that," she mutters, rolling her eyes like she's trying to hide how thrown off she is now.

"I just... I really have a lot of fun with you. And... yeah. I have never done this with anyone. Sharing so much and for it to just feel natural." You paused, staring at her phone and the song to avoid any eye contact. "Guess it made me realize how much I care about you."

Her eyes flicker down to your hands, lips pressing into a tight line like there's something she's trying really hard not to say right now.

"hey." She pokes you gently in the arm.

"do you…"

she falters, then scowls at herself. "forget it. it's stupid."

"Okay..." You blurted out.

Nerves speaking.

abby makes a frustrated sound at that. "You're supposed to ask me to finish the sentence."

Now its her nerves speaking.

"Finish the sentence Abby. Or ill die." You chose to reply with a mocking tone, trying so hard to just move back to the usual banter between you two and forget whatever cheesy stupid interaction had been going on for minutes.

That manages to make her laugh again. "I was just going to ask if you…" another pause, like she's still trying to convince herself she wants you to hear whatever's about to come next. "if you like, you know." she mutters, voice so fast it almost blurs together. "Maybe i'm reading this all wrong but-"

You laughed, interrupting whatever word vomit she intended to keep letting out.

"stop laughing at me," she gripes, smacking your shoulder halfheartedly. "i'm trying to have a moment here."

"Seriously!" she continues, "is it that funny that i'm asking if you like me like that?"

If you didn't know her you would think she was annoyed. But truth is, Abby was just anxious, genuinely.

"God- im so sorry." You finally spoke, fully releasing the nerves with a sigh.

Abby just shakes her head as her own smile threatens to break through. "i was trying to be romantic and you're just… laughing."

"You were trying to be romantic?"

"i- well, yeah." The arm on your shoulder moves so she can cross her arms together, looking away for a second. "I was trying to be smooth or whatever. I was trying to flirt." The way she says it it's like she's trying real hard to make it sound like it's your fault she's failing miserably at it.

"Why would you even ask me that?" There was obvious mock and disbelief in your tone.

"oh my god, really?" abby makes an exasperated sound. If she wasn't trying to keep it somehow cool for you she would be covering her slightly red cheeks by now.

"because i don't know everything, alright? we're not exactly what you'd call normal friends, and i was just trying to make sure i wasn't misreading things."

She actually sounds genuinely baffled by the question, which is honestly kind of endearing.

"Oh god..." You sighed, closing your eyes for a second.

"oh, god what?" abby mutters, suddenly tense again.

She had totally misread it, hadn't she?

"I thought this whole trip you planned for us was like... I dont know..." You spoke, a bit hesitant.

abby looks at you incredulously. Torn between being completely confused and completely mortified.

"like... we were on the same page already?" your voice came out awkwardly quiet. Your hands tight against your clothes.

The music was now long forgotten.

that makes abby stare at you in disbelief for a good six or seven solid seconds.

"this is the stupidest thing that's ever happened to me," she mutters. "i can't believe we were both just… sitting there hoping the other was gonna make a move but neither of us did anything."

"I thought you'd made a move so many times already!" You frowned. "I have tried."

Abby lifts her head, staring at you like she's still trying to determine if you're joking around or not.

"Well, i wasn't trying to flirt or anything but, yeah I was being more than friendly." You explained.

"I did flirt with you so much when I got drunk at your friend's party but I think you genuinely just ignored me because I was drunk?"

"oh god, that's right." Abby's still staring at you, cheeks flushed and glasses slightly foggy.

"I thought you were just joking around because you were half-wasted, but you meant all those things for real?"

she looks kind of conflicted. Like she's both flustered and relieved that you actually meant it but is still struggling to wrap her head around the fact that you've been flirting with her this whole time.

"You never said any of that other stuff again, so i assumed… i don't know. that it was nothing."

there's an odd note in her tone. She's looking at you now with something that almost looks like guilt.

You waited a second, trying to think what to say or do. "I just assumed I had made you feel uncomfortable. And then I saw you with Owen and... I dont know..."

"oh my god, no- what?" she blurts out, voice cracking a little. "I was never getting back with owen! i just… we were friends."

"this is literally the worst fucking misunderstanding i have ever been part of," she mutters, looking at you with an expression that's fully exasperation.

"...i had this whole plan."

"You have a plan?" You blurted out, didn't even letting her finish the sentence..

abby freezes, her lips pressed tightly.

"It's okay. Dont tell me." You bit your lip briefly, clearly nervous.

"I've liked you since the very day I met you if im honest."

abby stares at you "...seriously?"

"Yeah... I only approached to you for that team work just cause I thought you were pretty."

Her eyes narrow, giving you a searching look.

"Then why didn't you say anything? why didn't you try something?" she's trying for the annoyed approach right now, but she's still so flustered it just sounds more like sheepish defensiveness.

"Abigail- oh god. "Youve been giving me mixed signals!"

"I could've been kissing you for months," she mutters, some of her usual snark back. "what a waste of time."

she takes a deep breath, steeling herself.

"You can kiss me now." You suggested, clearly asking for it.

And for once you two understood each other. For real.

Abby wasted no second, brushing your cheeks tenderly before pressing her lips against yours.

It was a soft kiss, gentle and slow. She wouldn't ask for more, didnt need to.

This was beyond enough for both of you. Just sharing a space and getting to feel each other.

You have always been enough for each other.

KNIGHT! ABBY who was left alone at a very young age, disguising herself as a man in order to survive and find a job.

KNIGHT! ABBY who had the most loving father ever until he was murdered by the unfairness and cruelty of the kingdom.

KNIGHT! ABBY ABBY who tried and fought hard to work everywhere but for royalty. Abigail refused to work for those who had killed her father.

KNIGHT! ABBY who eventually was forced to work for the king.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose armor felt heavier than for any other knight. She felt weak, emotionally and mentally. She hated fighting, having to use the sword, having to hear the pleads for mercy. It all made her think about her father.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose skill in killing and loyalty earned her the role of the princess's personal guard.

KNIGHT! ABBY who expected arrogance and cruelty from you but instead found a princess who was kind to servants, stubborn with authority and spoiled but strangely gentle.

KNIGHT! ABBY who was infuriated by your naivety, by how you trusted so easily. Your innocence mirrored the girl she used to be before life taught her better.

KNIGHT! ABBY who barely spoke unless spoken to, standing close and present but as unreachable as you.

KNIGHT! ABBY who noticed your insistence, how you lingered around when you didn’t have to and how you asked her small questions in a stubborn attempt to refuse being kept at arms length.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose secret lasted little under your seeking eyes. Your curiosity and lack of limits had guided you to seek for more.

KNIGHT! ABBY who fell on her knees and begged, expecting punishment or even execution, disgrace, exile. Anything but mercy.

KNIGHT! ABBY who was instead met with gentleness. Soft hands on her cheeks, rubbing small circles as the quietest voice ensured her safety and protection.

You pulled her into your arms. Such a strong and tough physique suddenly weakening under your touch. She felt devastated. And that made you feel devastated as well.

She was just a broken girl seeking for safety. Like you, in a way.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose life was spread by your primise, your assurance of protection.

KNIGHT! ABBY who in exchange became more than just a guard. She followed you not only out of duty but devotion.

KNIGHT! ABBY who learned again what mutual protection felt like, shielding you from her world while you shielded her from yours.

KNIGHT! ABBY who always walked beside you because you asked. She eventually answered some of your doubts, like her real name, her age, how did she end here.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose heart betrayed her long before her words ever could.

KNIGHT! ABBY who tauvhherself immune to feelings she didn't want to understand yet and tenderness she suddenly felt too overwhelmed to feel.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose silence you mistook for indifference.

KNIGHT! ABBY who fears she's made a mistake. She believes that in letting you primise protection, she has somehow taken advantage of your kindness. That she has blurred a line she had sworn to die respecting. That you were only gentle out of mercy. Abigail feared to mistake it for an invitation.

KNIGHT! ABBY who would rather carve out her hear than risk dishonoring you and decides the only way to love you is to stop showing it.

KNIGHT! ABBY who gets eaten alive by the thought that loving you is a betrayal.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose face you had only ever seen in fragments after that night until she removed her helmet for you, like surrending.

It just happens. Because you fear her quitting or confessing or risking her life for you.

And the soft flesh of your lips press against her chapped ones.

It's soft and careful and reverent. Mutual devotion and understanding.

Her hands remain still at her sides. And yours brush her skin gently. Because you've always seen beyond the armor.

You see for once a woman who has finally allowed herself be loved back.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose war made hands grew gentle for you, adjusting your delicate clothes with her armored fingers.

KNIGHT! ABBY who began to feel as thouyou were the one projecting her, maybe too much. From memory, from grief or the loneliness that had shared her into what she was now.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose comfort made her remember. Her father had died on a day filled with shouting and armored men. He had insisted Abby to stay away from the chaos and pushing through people and blood to go for something or someone in danger.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose knighthood came not from lineage but reputation. Because "the princess requested you herself" as a former knight shared with her once.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose curiosity betrays her. She finds and old roster in the guard archives while waiting for you to finish talking with the king. Exclusions authorized during the unrest.

Subject attempted to approach the royal shring assassination panic. Refused to halt. Knight acted to protect her highness.

KNIGHT! ABBY whose entire life was built on the belief that the crown stole her father. But it had always been you.

KNIGHT! ABBY who taught she had finally escaped deception, when truly she has been living inside a bubble of cruel kindness. Because you knew before she told you, and you'd been guilty of it all, and you'd been trying to protect her your entire life after it happened.

KNIGHT! ABBY who became her father without knowing it. Who cannot bear the thought.

And the princess, who once condemned a man out of fear, cannot bear the thought of being loved by his daughter.

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CHEF ! ABBY who's not necessarily pretentious but does know she's good after some decent years of practice and so she asks for quality, because if she can offer quality then everyone can.

CHEF ! ABBY is pretty quiet during the shifts. Her full attention is on the plates, the flavors, how clean they look, are the clients satisfied and well attended? If not, trust she will be taking care of that herself.

CHEF ! ABBY who's always extra nice with kids. Even teenagers. She's always made sure to read the room. When she was a waitress as a part of helping in the kitchen, she loved serving to those tables and always managed to get extra tips from the parents. She's just charming like that.

CHEF ! ABBY who's exactly that: charming. Nowadays she gets a bit strict on the kitchen, sure, but she will not once yell at anyone or call them out in front of everyone just to humiliate or put someone on their place. She's been there, and those types of actions didn't make her any better, they only made her a stressed and anxious girl who at one point thought to quit and find an easier job even thought she was falling deeply in love with cooking. So now she's as gentle as she can with all of her staff. Every single person that works in the kitchen or for the kitchen gets treated with the most kind and gentle Abby anyone can meet. And surely more than one person has fallen for her.

CHEF ! ABBY who's charm led to meeting you.

That night had been busy, like most nights. Reservations stacking one after another. And then there was you. You had been sitting there for over thirty minutes, waiting. Waiting for someone who clearly wasn’t coming anytime soon - if at all. From the kitchen, it almost looked like you were just taking up space. A table for two occupied by one person, no food, not even a glass of water ordered.

And as much as Abby could be empathetic, she was also the owner. A table for two meant more money than a table for one, and right now, that table wasn’t bringing in anything at all. So she made her way over. The boss herself approaching your table, ready to politely suggest you order something, or maybe move to the bar if you were just waiting. That was the plan. But then she saw you. That look on your face - the quiet disappointment and shame. And suddenly, you weren’t just another table. You were someone who had come here with expectations. Someone who had been looking forward to this - this place, this experience, this night - and had it quietly fall apart. And Abby remembered that mattered.

So instead of asking you to move, she offered you something else. Her favorite dish. The one she was most proud of. And dessert, on the house. Ice cream. Impossible to refuse. And somehow, over the course of that night, the humiliation faded, replaced by the warmth of incredible food and even better service. By the end of it, there was only one thing you made sure not to forget, Chef Abby.

CHEF ! ABBY who always tried her best to be the one serving your table when you became a regular. Not only because you had something that made her want to see you each time but also because you kept bringing new people with you who more often than not, ended up becoming regular clients as well.

CHEF ! ABBY who after a year of watching you come and go, finally decided to do something about it.

She wanted to know you. By then, she had noticed how you seemed easy to be around, inviting. You were kind: always greeting the staff, always saying thank you, wishing them a good day before you left. Patient, no matter how long the kitchen took. Always letting your guests sit first, choosing the best table for them. When you came alone, you never lingered too long, and never made a mess, like you were always trying to be considerate of a space that had, somehow, become yours anyway. The same table, at the same time, on the same days. Abby had always admired that kindness in people. And eventually, she couldn’t help herself. One night, she approached your table again. She asked if you’d be interested in coming to a small party the restaurant was hosting for its anniversary. Casual. Nothing too big. Regulars were always invited. It was a convenient excuse.

After all, it was her restaurant. She could invite whoever she wanted.

CHEF ! ABBY who, despite everything, still needed a surprising amount of courage to finally approach to you on the night of the anniversary.

The place was full. Other regulars had shown up, along with staff, their families, friends… Most people had someone beside them, someone to talk to, to laugh with. Except you. And just like the first time, Abby couldn’t just stand there and watch. “I’m glad you made it,” she said, stepping up beside you. You looked over, a small, almost nervous laugh slipping out. “Oh- yeah. Thanks for inviting me. I didn’t even know I was a regular.” “I should’ve brought someone,” you added quickly, glancing around before she could respond. “Yeah… i should've too,” Abby said, a little too fast. “So… maybe we could hang out?” It felt forward the second it left her mouth. But then she saw your face, the way your eyes lit up. “Yeah,” you said. “I’d love that.” And just like that, the rest of the night seemed like it was only the two of you. Abby had you trying everything. Dishes being passed your way, little tastes of this and that, asking what you thought, actually listening. At some point, she guided you into the kitchen.

There, she showed you what she’d really been working on. New ideas. New flavors. Things no one else had tasted yet. She even let you play with them, adding a pinch of salt here, a squeeze of lemon there. You suggested less garlic, a little more honey in one of the sauces, and she nodded, writing everything down. By the end of the night she asked for your number, just in case she needed an extra hand around sometime.

CHEF ! ABBY who kept inviting you to small events at the restaurant, who slowly started offering you discounts like it was nothing, who always got caught up in small talk whenever you came by, just talking and talking until she suddenly remembered she had a kitchen to run and reluctantly pulled herself away.

CHEF ! ABBY who approached you so casually at first, until it turned into a friendship, and then into something a little strange, a little too straightforward to be just platonic. That until eventually, she asked you out.

She reserved a whole night just for the two of you. Cooked everything herself. Let you play with the food like you did the very first time, even made your favorite dish. She just wanted you to feel comfortable. Seen. Understood. She looked at you like she was already in love, at everything you said, everything you did. Like you were the most precious human being she'd ever encountered. By the end of the night, she held your hand, smiling softly as she admitted she was more than pleased with how the date had gone and with the fact that you had said yes. She held herself back, though. Even after the second date. Even when she had clearly wanted to kiss you since the first. It wasn’t until the third.

“Can I kiss you?” Her fingers were intertwined with yours, her car still running behind you, the warmth reaching your legs in the cold night. Her jacket rested over your shoulders. You looked at her with a shy, almost amused smile. Was she really asking? She noticed immediately, letting out a small laugh as she glanced away, then back at you, her grip tightening just slightly. “I know, I know… just- manners, you know?” she murmured, cheeks dusted pink. “I’ve wanted to since the first date, but… didn’t seem appropriate.” You shook your head, leaning in first, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. She couldn’t help it, chasing for another, smiling into it before pulling back. For a moment, you just looked at each other, a quiet laugh slipping between you. “Text me when you get home,” you murmured, brushing your hand along her cheek before turning to go inside.

CHEF ! ABBY who loved coming over. Or having you at her place. Always cooking for you, whatever you were craving, whatever might make you feel better. She insisted on paying for little things, too. Sending you coffee, buying you lunch from your favorite place, even driving over just to share a quick break together.

One of the many perks of being the boss.

That week had been especially bad. You were exhausted both physically and mentally. People had been awful for no reason. Your shoulders ached, your back was tight. Your eyes burned with how tired you were. So when Abby texted, “Can I come over? Lunch break.”… you couldn’t say no. She showed up with bags in her hands and warmth in her presence. A quick kiss in greeting, her arm guiding you gently to sit, settling beside you as she unpacked everything, making sure all you had to do was pick up your fork and eat. She didn’t ask anything right away. Just let you eat. Let you breathe. “Better?” she murmured once you finished, and you smiled for the first time that day. “So…” she leaned forward slightly, one hand resting on your knee, the other braced against the table, her hair falling over her shoulder. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

You meet her as a political agreement since your families need each other, need the influence and stability.

Knowing the Kirammans you prepare yourself for arrogance and quietness and confidence that's practically condescension.

The first time you meet Caitlyn barely acknowledges you, and when she's forced to sit in front of you her eyes simply wander around, like the sight of you is boring and deeply annoying.

You notice she's uncomfortable, mad maybe. Her jaw is clenched, and her eyebrows merge into a frown. Her lips seemed slightly chapped, and there's a darker tone under her eyes. She's had a hard time, so you simply hope that explains her behavior.

“Do you object to this arrangement?” Her voice is gentle and quiet, and you notice the accent on each letter. It's almost like this is a formal meeting rather than the first approach before getting married. Which isn't so far from reality anyway.

“Do you?” Your voice comes out louder than usual, wanting to prove your worth to her somehow. Show her you're not afraid of her or her money.

“…No. It is necessary.” Caitlyn speaks, unbothered. She truly couldn't care less about you.

She is disgusted by the whole idea, but at the same time she finds it pleasing to have company, to own you somehow.

The wedding is beautiful. Expensive. Ridiculously expensive.

You stand beside her in silk and jewels and feel like you’re being displayed next to her, not with her.

Her hand holds yours perfectly for the crowd to see, like she's been in love with you forever. And for a second you almost believe it, for your sake.

She is gorgeous and polite and kind. Her skin is soft and cold. Even her condescension feels right, and you let yourself enjoy and trust for as long as it lasts.

You know, and it happens. The second the doors close behind you both in your shared estate she lets go.

The first nights are the worst.

Caitlyn barely acknowledges your presence, she doesn't talk nor make a sound. It's like you're the only one there.

She refuses to eat with you and sometimes even apologizes for sharing the same space even if it is just passing by you.

At nights you share a bed. Caitlyn simply lies stiff on her side of the mattress, back turned to you.

Days turn into weeks.

She is as polite as the whole situation allows her to be. Still not acknowledging you, but when she does she's cautious and courteous. And at least now she worries.

Never directly but through the staff that works at home, asking them to take care of you, feed you well, make sure you keep yourself active.

You begin to feel like furniture in her house.

Eventually she allows herself more closure.

She never enters a room without announcing herself first.

She always leaves space between you when sitting.

She asks permission for the smallest things.

And for once she actually talks to you, sometimes even laughs.

As time goes by, you learn to be with each other, how to share the space without bothering each other, and how to ask for company without crossing any lines.

Eventually you do cross those lines.

You simply cannot control how her stubborn pride makes you feel, how much you need to be touched and how bad you crave that touch is hers. You wonder how her nails would feel against your skin, how hard would she kiss and where. Would she be on top of you or under you. How would she sound like. How would she look like.

And it drives you insane, to peek at every inch of skin she lets you see.

Caitlyn herself also struggles.

She has always been a woman of strong needs. She wonders how you'd sound like. How your skin feels like. If you'd be loud or not. How far would you let her go. Would you let her taste you? touch you? where and how?

But her ego is bigger than her needs. So she finds pleasure in the quiet moments she gets to enjoy for herself. Locking herself in her office, not even undoing her uniform properly. Her hands simply trace small circles around her nipples, and she squeezes the fat of her breasts with need. She doesn't think of anyone, but when she does it's you she thinks of.

Then she slides one finger between her folds, rubbing her clit until she's loudly wet. With her other hand she collects some slick before sliding one finger inside, in and out at first to tease herself. She starts slow and keeps it like that for as long as she can handle.

Some other times she simply goes to one of the many rooms the estate has. She leaves her panties as the only barrier between her and whatever pillow she's chosen to hump against.

Until she breaks, as she had to.

And so do you.

And you find yourself kissing her neck and biting and gripping.

Caitlyn finds herself panting and touching and biting back.

The kisses are messy and sloppy and with drool everywhere. And sometimes you even hurt each other, because this only happens when there's stress or boredom bothering you. And it's all caused because of each other.

It turns into a toxic endless cycle of hating each other through sex. Over and over again until Caitlyn gets tired.

Not of your body.

She loves every inch of you. From your lips and how they bleed sometimes after a too rough kiss. Your eyes and how desperate you look sometimes. Your chin, your jaw, your clavicle. Your chest, your stomach. The stretch marks on your body. Your thighs. How wet you get with ease. How loud it sounds when she’s grinding against you. How easy you take her in. How tight you grip her hair when you need more.

But it gets boring. And there's certainly a bigger reason than her personality and her money and her smartness as to why she has never dated anyone before.

Caitlyn always needs more.

“We need to set terms.”

Your stomach drops.

You don't want terms or a discussion or a bigger contract than marriage.

You want her.

“Terms?”

“Yes.” She folds her hands like she’s in a meeting. Her face is just that serious facade she always carries near you. "I don't want this.”

She pauses, properly looking at you.

“You have needs. So do I.” You stare at how she steps closer, still keeping distance between the two of you. “We are not married by choice. I will not trap you or I in a situation where physical comfort becomes emotional obligation.”

Everything about it breaks your heart. But the word obligation is what truly infuriated you.

“An obligation? is that so?”

Caitlyn sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose before looking away. “You are mistaking this for love.”

It only gets worse after. Knowing she comes home with company to then pretend you two are happily in love with each other when there's other people around.

You dont even try to find anyone else, simply seeking for comfort in those small moments when you have public staring. Enjoying the feeling of her hands on your lower back, guiding you.

Or how she even kisses your cheek, looking down at you with feign adoration.

One time you take your chance.

“I love you.” You barely murmur.

And Caitlyn's eyes soften. She looks at you like you’re mistaken.

Like you’re naive and you don’t understand yourself.

She cups your face gently.

“You don’t,” she whispers before leaning forward to press a small kiss against your lips. "And neither do I."

INFLUENCER! ABBY would do the doing plank until failure trend. She would be hesitant at first, but after being tagged nonstop and after you asked her to do it, she couldn't say no ;)

INFLUENCER! ABBY would post videos like this, flexing in front of a mirror or sharing her routine or tips for the gym, always making sure the Polaroid of you two is perfectly displayed on her phone case for everyone to see.

INFLUENCER! ABBY who sometimes posts her drafts by accident.

INFLUENCER! ABBY would sometimes do cooking videos or simply share her favorite recipes, casually dropping the gf bomb. "This is one of my favorite recipes to do because it's one of my girl's favorite and it's also very easy to make."

INFLUENCER! ABBY would still be an attention seeker. She respects your relationship, but it doesn't stop her from purposefully flexing extra on some videos or recording some others with a huskier voice than usual. Her fans are sure a big motive for her to keep doing so, but her main reason is you drooling about her and sometimes commenting on her videos like you're just another random girl following her.

INFLUENCER! ABBY who always likes and comments on any edit people make her.

INFLUENCER! ABBY loves helping beginners at the gym! and she's constantly replying to everyone and dueting vids of begginers on tik tok. She also interacts a lot with everyone and laughs at the weird comments she gets sometimes. She doesn't feel uncomfortable with people drooling about her and is always very grateful for the support, mostly because that also helps her to keep helping people and sharing the little knowledge she has.

INFLUENCER! ABBY who's constantly learning so much. Since her dad is a doctor, she gets to ask him questions and ask for book recommendations cause girl takes shit seriously. She wants to share stuff that makes sense, not just what's worked for her but explain why it worked.

INFLUENCER! ABBY who also doesn't accept any sponsorship or collaboration. Again, she studies stuff and only says yes to whatever is healthy and works and it's harmless.

INFLUENCER! ABBY who also talks about the books she reads and is in book tok.

INFLUENCER! ABBY who posts Alice 24/7. That's her baby and everyone knows, no matter you've seen her on your feed once or you've followed her for a while. You will be knowing Alice.

INFLUENCER! ABBY who sometimes goes viral cause of the things she likes or reposts. One time she almost reveals your account cause she's simply not careful with the comments she leaves in your posts or the way she reposts everything you post, with her public accounts... it happens a lot.

INFLUENCER! ABBY who tries silly trends or filters and casually posts those videos.

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