Abigail Marston - Blog Posts
Yaaaaaay~! Wonderful wonderful! I thank you dearly, Jessofthenorthstar!
@fandomsareyay, here's to more of our stories!
About Jim Boy and Flaco, firefighters who find a baby Javier and catch feelings along the way.
Our own season of RPDR, Jack working the Geddes farm for the summer, and Sean falling for an Amazoness with a secret by the name of Lourdes~.
That time the nerds and jocks were working together on a college production, and Jack finding out her was a werewolf and not knowing how to tell his bestie Duncan.
Charles and Arthur's little tots, Nate Davison finding the best pro cuddler in Isaac, young Susan being stalked by vampire Belle, and John meeting the ghost of a friend from centuries ago in his haunted home.
Rapunzel Charles and Arthur the thief, superhero father-son duo Flaco and Javier along with villain Jim and tattoo artist (wannabe hero) John, Sean's little crushes~, our Shape of Water universe with silent Dutch and curious creature Hosea, Circus contortionist Abby and Sadie as her biggest fan, and that time Javier was strapped for cash and became a Sugar Baby only to find out his Papa Flaco was doing the same!
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So, here's to our next round of zany, wonderful stories, friend!! I hope all the pictures come out clearly!
: Ewww, shipping Arthur with Sadie is gross!!!
Said the person, who then goes ship Arthur with Charles, and Sadie with Abigail, as if they're not doing the same shitty thing👀
When will people understand that shipping Arthur with Sadie, and shipping Arthur with Charles is almost(!) the same thing? Both are overrated trash, if you'd ask me. But the fans of these are the exact same idiots, I mean real the same, because they keep insulting eachother, denying that they're both are the same problematics.
(Эти фанатики одного поля ягоды, которые тупо скидывают клеймо проблематиков фандома на друг друга, хотя обе стороны являются таковыми, так что тут даже ничего перекидывать ни на кого не нужно, оба долбики)
Карен выглядит как cunty queen которая знает что она самая пиздатая
русреал ау рдр 2 часть 3: giirls
+ бонус
Рашн рдр фандом, опять есть хэд для вас (I'm sorry again eng rdr fandom💔💔).
Я не знаю почему, но прям нутром чую и на все сто процентов уверена, что Джон каждый раз когда они с Эбигейл ложатся спать вместе, или когда Эбигейл готовит что-то на кухне, он обязательно обнимет её сзади, поцелует в макушку, зарываясь носом в ее волосы и внюхиваясь, и будет в шутку петь "запах женщины моей..".
Хоть Эбигейл это уже надоедает, и уже начинает иногда жёстко раздражать, ей всё равно будет смешно и она посмеивается каждый раз, шутливо пихая/толкая Джона локтем, на что он прислоняется только ближе и обнимает её крепче. (Джек в шоке смотрит на это стоя в проёме кухни 🧍♂️).
I am sick and drinking mango juice
“Why won’t you choose me?”
john marston x f!reader
summary !!!! — you’re johns side chick but you’re getting pretty tired of it so you tell john u or abi.. unfortunately he won’t leave his wife for you.
warnings !: smut at the first part (not rlly smut srryyyy) mostly just angst, johns gets drunk for a lil lol and a stinky cheater lol……. I think thatst it !!! ^_^ enjoyyy 😴😴
i feel so bad for abi in this :c i love her smm ill make her smth soon !!
this is kinda short so i do apologize !! i don’t have time to make it longer :((
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"Thank you, sweetheart. I needed this." John pressed his forehead against yours, the glimmer of sweat and the lingering scent of cigarette smoke filling your nostrils. Cupping your hips with his calloused hands, sliding his length out of your throbbing hole. You let out a whiny moan at the loss feeling of him inside of you.
"I know — I know, I’ll see you later?" John responded, you sighed softly. John was attempting to urge you to leave his tent quickly due to the rising tension within him. Johns heart was racing at the thought of his wife, Abigail, approaching his tent and finding you half naked in Johns tent as his cum rested on your chest. He personally never cared for aftercare, not with you. You were just something to get his stress out. John quickly grabbed a rag and began rubbing off the mess off of you, burying the rag deep in his pocket, making a mental note to throw it away later.
"John.. I, er — can we talk about this? I don’t —" Your sentence was cut short by John's abrupt intervention, as he hastily shoved you out of the tent. Without giving you a chance to speak, John rushed around, frantically tidying up the cot, completely ignoring your presence.
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Another heated argument erupted between John and Abigail, yet this one was worse for the both of you. Abigail was growing more suspicious with each passing moment, she began questioning the mysterious marks resting on John's neck. The outlaw was at a loss for words, utterly incapable of formulating a believable lie.
“It’s nothin’ Abigail.. just — quit it,” John attempted to pacify Abigail with a gentle rub of her shoulders, his free hand attempting to conceal most of the marks on his neck from her view by making his jacket cover most. She was unwilling to listen to those lies, growing tired of his bullshit and storming off. Johns hands slapped on his face, sighing frustratedly.
John could feel your gaze drilling into his skull, even after he strolled away into his tent. His temper had reached its limit, the pressure of his situation piling up on him as he responded in his usual brash manner. "What? I ain’t in the mood to deal with you either," he scoffed, spinning on his heel and storming off. A shiny bottle was held tightly in his hand, the contents inside indicating his desire for a brief escape from reality.
You never understood Johns relationship with Abigail. Nobody did. Not even John himself.
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"I'm getting real sick of that attitude," you huffed, hovering above John as he lay flat on his back on the ground. He laughed drunkenly, his words barely intelligible as the alcohol took over his mind. "Why does it matter to you?" John laughed out a response, his words slurred and his speech already incoherent.
"Abigail or me." You firmly demanded, clearly frustrated by John's attitude. The outlaw's drunken wheezing laughter suddenly came to a halt, his sudden shift in expression making it clear he was getting angry. He propped himself up, his voice still slurred. "Are you serious..?" he uttered, his voice growing increasingly furious as he stared you down, his gaze burning into you.
John responded immediately, the words falling from his tongue without a second thought. "I'm not leaving my wife." He spoke through clenched teeth, taking a swig out of his beer before tossing the remainder onto the ground. The bottle broke into numerous shards on the ground, the sharp noise reverberating all throughout the encampment. You listened to him with a sinking heart, but a deep part of you knew his words to be true. You had dared to dream, wanting to believe that he would choose you, oh, how wrong you were.
"You don't love me?" You asked, your voice full of a deep sense of heartbreak and longing. John kept silent, refusing to answer your question, which gave you a clear hint at how he felt. He eventually muttered out a half-hearted "Sorry." before stumbling away, turning his back to you as you remained speechless, your eyes already filled with tears.
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Everything has become different, John's behavior in contrast to his previous behavior indicating that something had fundamentally shifted in his attitude. He refused to even glance at you, never acknowledging your existence as he put all of his attention towards his wife. The attention he gave her was all the affection and care you'd desired, the sweet love and affection you yearned for. You could no longer help but feel the sting of jealously in your heart, envious of Abigail's privileged position and wishing you could be in her shoes.
You went to sit beside him, offering a small smile in a futile attempt at garnering his attention. However, he simply stood up and walked away, heading towards his shared tent with Abigail and leaving you in the chilly air alone once again. His indifference towards you only served to deepen your sadness, the tears filling up once more as the painful realization set in.
Why would you even think he would choose you?
teehee🙈🙈