Precious Things: Epilogue

Previously: Chapter 55 [A]

Well, Uh. Here. Now it really IS over. Not sure I can comment on every comment again. That took a lot of effort!

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tom Lynch, I just borrowed em.

Rating: NC17 SMUT, do not read if underage or if it’s illegal in your country or if lesbian sex offends you. If Lesbian sex offends you… GET THE HELL OFF MY SITE.

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She’s so fucking beautiful, my girl.

I hope she knows how proud I am of her. She’s up there, giving her speech, and although I should be listening, I’m really just watching her entrancing beauty in the sunlight.

Besides, I’ve heard the speech three times. She spent all of yesterday evening pacing up and down our room practicing. Very cute.

Of course, she had to give the speech. She came top of the class, whipping the rest of us with her intelligence. I mean, I’m no dummy but she’s something else, my Spencer.

And we’re graduating. Then it’s on to a new chapter in our lives. I’m so glad we’re doing it together. Yeah, we’re going to different colleges, and, yeah, we’ll be apart a lot, but we’re close enough to see each other half the week. That’s pretty good. It’s not exactly a long-distance relationship, half-way across Manhattan.

My baby got into Columbia. Of course she did. She’s such a freakin’ genius. And I got into NYU, surprising everyone, not least my step-mother who always accuses me of only having one quality greater than my smarts and that’s my laziness. She’s probably right.

Spence is gonna miss school. I won’t. No way, no how. I’ll miss my friends, my parents, my home. I’ll even miss Aiden in a way. At a stretch, I’ll even miss Kyla. But, school? Nu-uh.

I think Spencer will miss her grandfather. She forgave him for everything. I never will. I only keep my seething anger towards the bastard under my skin because I know it’ll get me nowhere with her. I’ll never change how she feels and I’ll never change how he acts, so why should I explode? I swear to God, though, if he ever hurts her again, even with words, I’ll kill him.

And I’d make it look like an accident.

I come off looking like such a psycho sometimes. I’m not. I just really love Spencer.

I’ve had a few boyfriends and girlfriends. I’ve slept with more people than I’ve dated and I’m not necessarily proud of that. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, though. Spencer, I love, through and through. She’s worried that I’ll stray at college. She’s so far off the mark.

My heart is hers. Now and forever.

I know, I know. I’m really young and things might change but it’s just one of those things I’m certain of.

Spencer finishes her speech and I join in the resounding round of applause. I like to think I clap just a little louder and a little harder than everyone else. She makes her way back to her seat, which is four down from me. Damn the Clarkes, Claytons and Daltons. Damn them.

I give her a grin, knowing she’s terribly nervous, and add a thumbs up to it. She smiles back at me gratefully.

I watch her graceful legs fold neatly as she sits down and swallow, eyes forward again. I know what she’s wearing under her gown: a nice pair of slacks and a blouse. Unfortunately, I also know what she’s wearing under that and personally I’d like to be somewhere very private with her right now.

I’ll have to wait.

Diplomas are passed out and received. I hold mine, still rather proud to have made it through high school, let alone heading off to college. Spencer gets hers and then has to return to the stage for a ridiculous number of awards.

She took out about half the school prizes. My smart ass.


Oh yeah, she’s mine. I can see it shining in her eyes as we finally get to break after getting all the presentations over. As a class we pose for our photos and her hand is warm in mine as we do so. I don’t care who sees. I never have.

Then, of course, there’s the obligatory hat throw, even though we were told not to. Followed by the obligatory scramble to find the one with your name in it so that you can return it to the gown people. Before that, Spencer takes my hand and we find our family.

Our family.

Spencer is totally part of that now. She’s lived with us for a little under a year, and my parents just adore her. She’s completely their third daughter and I think if we ever broke up they’d have serious difficulty deciding which one of us to keep.

I like to think blood counts for something, but with Spencer, it might not.

Her grandfather is there and he gives her a rare and special shake of the hand. Cathy and Dad hug us both and I shake her grandfather’s hand, too. I remind myself that I can’t break it, no matter how much I want to.

Spencer slips her hand back into mine. In a way, it’s more of a show of defiance and love than anything else she could have done because her grandfather is right there. She’s so my girl.

Graduation dinner is nice. The six of us go out to a restaurant and I’m not sure when Spencer’s grandfather last saw one but he found the lazy Susan quite amusing. I like my family. I do. But right now, I’m wanting to spend time alone with Spencer more and more.

I know we have a whole summer together. I know that we live together. But I miss her already and we haven’t even left yet.

Plus, she’s not in her gown any more and that means there’s just one less layer to what I know she’s wearing. I should know, I bought it for her.

Instead, we have to go to this stupid graduation party that Aiden is having. I could gladly have given it a miss but Spencer wanted to go.

She’s standing over there now, talking with him, laughing. He has a beer in his hand and I know the only thing in Spencer’s cup is cola. She’s such a little cola addict. Cola and Oreos. I buy them for her, stock the fridge up and she complains I’m going to make her fat. No way. She exercises too much, with her humongous walks and swims and things. Her body is to die for, and the occasional cookie won’t change that. Besides, she makes me buy her Diet Coke now.

She doesn’t drink, my girl. And that’s made me cut back on the partying, too. Not that I mind, it seems like a good thing.

She’s good for me.

She’s made me a better person.

And when she’s literally fucking my brains out, I know why I let her make me one.

That thought sends shivers through me and I know it’s time to go home. I sidle up to them and slip my hand around her, sliding it into the back pocket of her jeans. She gives me a smile and a quick peck on the lips.

Then she sees my eyes. She can always see it in my eyes.

Hers darken in response.

“Aiden, I’m taking her home.” I state it authoritatively, just in case he has any notion that it’s negotiable.

He just rolls his eyes.

It was never like this with him.

Spencer leans over and whispers “Subtle” in my ear.

I grin at her. “You don’t wanna go home​?” The hand in her back pocket flexes just so and I know she’s going to come home with me now.

“You’re such a -” She’s at a loss for a word. I really don’t care.

I hold her hand all the way home, tight and connected to me. Fuck, I’m going to have her up against our bedroom door if we don’t hurry up. I’m that needy right now.

That idea gets stuck in my head so, when we do end up in our room, I close the door, trying not to slam it, and push her back up against it.

“Ash…” She moans my fucking name. God help me.

I cover her mouth with my own, desperate for a kiss that isn’t sweet and discrete.

I get it. She opens her lips and I taste her. Our mouths slant across each other as my hands slide to her hips and press her into the door. She likes it when I take charge. I like it when she takes charge. I wouldn’t say that we have a top/bottom relationship, more that we’re both versatile and I like anything she does.

Right now, though, her hand is clenching on the back of my neck and the other one is under my shirt on the small of my back and I can’t get enough. I slide my hands up under her shirt, along her ribs to the sides of her bra. I also insinuate my knee between her legs.

Her head bangs back against the door.

“Fuck Ash… slow down…” she’s panting.

I don’t want to slow down. I want her hard and fast this time.

“Next time,” I growl against the skin of her neck. “Slow later, fuck Spence now,” I lick from the base of her neck where her pulse is going wild all the way up to her ear in one long stroke.

She gasps.

Oh yeah, she wants it.

I unbutton her blouse, incredibly proud that I manage it without popping any buttons off. Spencer complains that she has to continually sew them back on. If she’d just wear clothes that are easier to remove!

It hits the floor and her bra goes with it. I slide my lips down across her collar bone while one of my hands works the button on her slacks. I know I’m going a million miles a minute but I also know that by the time I get to my knees Spencer is going to be so fucking wet it’ll make me nearly faint.

Later, I’ll make love to her by candlelight, slow and tender. Later, I’ll take my time and kiss every inch of her body, driving her wild. Later.

Right now, I need to be inside her. I need to hear her choked-off cries to orgasm. I need to be a part of her.

I look up as I circle one of her perfectly rosy nipples with my tongue, and see that she’s arched back against the door with her eyes closed. One of her hands is still on the back of my neck, clenching and unclenching. Not pushing, not guiding, just clenching. The other is balled up in a fist against the door.

I love that I can turn her on like this.

Her head bangs into the door again as I suck her nipple into the cavern of my mouth and I realise that this is not going to work. If she bangs too many times, someone will come and investigate. My parents are thankfully at the other end of the house, but we still can’t be too loud.

Releasing her from my mouth makes us both make strangled noises of frustration. I pull her away from the door by her hips and kiss her.

Fuck, she can kiss. Her tongue tastes my lips, my tongue, everything. She doesn’t shove it in my mouth, for which I’m grateful. She just, uh, kisses me until I swear my head is going to explode. I walk us to the bed and push her gently backwards on it. Her knees dangle over the side and I decide that that’s how I want her.

Kneeling over her, I take her other nipple in my mouth.

Immediately three things happen: one of her hands flies back to the nape of my neck; her other hand grasps the blankets and starts twisting; and she moans.

Oh yeah.

I can’t handle this. I slide down her abdomen, nipping here and there and loving the way her hand clenches against me.

“Ash,” she pants.

I pull her trousers off as I go down.

And then I feel the tug on the back of my neck.

Aw, damn, I was just getting to see them. I’ve been waiting all day.

I move up her body to her face where her blue, blue eyes are dark with desire and her face is flush with need.

“Kiss me,” she whispers.

I can’t deny her that.

So I do. I kiss her. Slow, soft, languid, hot, wet. She takes it all and gives it back double.

In the end I moan against her lips. “Let me… Spence… please…”

I want her so fucking badly. I don’t want to wait. She smiles against my lips. “You can…” She moans as my hand tightens on her panty-clad hip and I thrust against her involuntarily. “But you’re wearing too many clothes.”

I take off my damn clothes so fast I’m a blur. Down to my black lace underwear.

I see her eyes take that in and, if anything, they widen. I thought she’d like. New panties, just to impress her.

What? Did she think I didn’t buy myself anything when I shopped for her? No deal!

But now it’s time for me to enjoy.

I guess you could say I bought her the wrapping to my own present. Black could be Spencer’s colour, but powder blue was definitely the right choice. Boy shorts. Skimpy. Lace-edged. Satin. Fuck.

I knew they’d look so fucking good on her.

And the crotch is wet.


Yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh fuck, yeah.

I swallow and press my mouth against her abdomen just above the waistband. She shivers. I move it and press a kiss on top of her thigh. She shivers again. I place an open-mouthed, wet, hot, sucking kiss into her inner thigh and she moans for me.

I’m kneeling on the floor in front of her, having pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. She can’t reach my head any more, so both hands are twisting the covers. Fine by me.

Despite loving how they look on her, and the matching bra that I really didn’t take enough time to appreciate, I take her panties off and fling them across the room.

Oh, this view is so much better.

Damp curls, fucking wet Spencer.

I’m going to be fucking wet Spencer.

In about thirty seconds.

First things first.

Another open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, this one a lot closer to the crease. I push them aside so that I can see her. Taste her. Smell her amazing heady scent.

She moans and wriggles.

Yeah Baby. It’s time for some action.

So I give her some.

I lean in and run my tongue straight from her wet entrance to her throbbing clitoris. She bucks her hips up and I grin against her.


I work her clit with my tongue, loving the panting sounds she’s making. Her hips thrust up against me and I work a little harder. She’s making little strangled moans that do wonders for my own arousal.

I bring two fingers up and coat them in her wetness.

It takes nothing to slide them deep, deep inside her. Half of me wants to kneel up and see the look on her face as I fill her. The other half doesn’t want to take my goddamn mouth off her clit. That half wins this time. Besides, her knees come up to rest on my back as her entire body arches into the penetration.

That’s enough response for me right now.

I pull back on my tongue-lashing, keeping it light as I concentrate on plunging in and out of her. She’s so warm and tight and fucking wet I might just go crazy.

She’s also getting kind of incoherent, as little snippets of noise come out with every rise of her body off the bed. I press my mouth back against her clit and suck it in.


She comes. All. Over. Me.

Fuck, yeah. Her clit throbs in my mouth as she tightens almost painfully around my fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure flows through her and she ends up making the most keening whining noise I have ever heard.

Until she collapses on the bed.

My beautiful spent lady.

I slowly withdraw, missing it already, and climb my way on top of her.

Her arms hold me tight against her as her face buries in my neck. She likes to be close after I make her come that good. Hell, I always make her come that good and she likes to be close any time.

We make love slowly after that. I’m having a ‘do everything to Spencer’ night, even though I’m incredibly aroused myself. She takes care of that, though. She always does. Tonight, twice. I’m a lucky girl.

Afterwards, in the warm candle-lit glow of our bedroom, I hold her against me and kiss the top of her head over and over. I love her shampoo. I love the way she smells. I love the way she feels, completely naked and pressed against me, head on my shoulder. Her knee is over mine, and her arm is holding me posessively.

I love her.

And she loves me.

I know because she told me over and over as she thrust into me. God, that was good.

I stroke down her back and my fingers brush across one of the three scars there. I move away from it quickly, knowing she’ll tense and it’ll kill the mood if she notices. I don’t want to do that. I don’t want her head in bad places.

Three scars. Long, thinnish. They would have been worse if she hadn’t had stitches.

I could kill her grandfather, even now. He scarred my beautiful baby. Not that I think she’s any less beautiful for it, but I could kill him.

I wanted to.

We’ve never talked about it. That day. Those days afterwards. We’ve never spoken about what she feels or what I feel. In some way, we don’t have to. The one thing that always struck me about Spencer was that she was so together. She was so even-keeled, never falling off balance.

Except for those few days. She looked like the living dead. That nearly slayed me.

When she got her balance back, I didn’t want to disturb it, and now the conversation would seem almost artificial.

I never told her how I felt. How when she was asleep, I threw up twice. How when I knew she wouldn’t notice I was gone, I found my step-mother reading on her bed, crawled up next to her and bawled for ten minutes solid on her shoulder. How my father had to stop me from finding her grandfather and actually committing murder.

I just feel like these are things she doesn’t need to know. I knew then, as I know now, that my job was to take care of her. My feelings and anger didn’t come into it. I just needed to look after her. And I did, I think.

Cathy said she was proud of me.

I’d never been more grateful to have my parents in my life as I was those few days. When Cathy asked me who’d done this, in a brief moment in the corridor outside her office, while Spencer was lying on the table, I nearly vomited then and there. I think she did, too.

When I saw her crying over my hurt girl.

When I saw my father punch a wall.

Those were times I knew they’d care for her. Not as much as I do, but enough.

In the end, it worked out okay. Except for those three little scars.

I move my hand to the small of her back and kiss her head again.

“You stopped kissing my head,” Spencer murmurs sleepily.

“I just did.”

“I know, but before. You were thinking.”

“Could you hear the cogs moving?” I tease gently.

“Mmm, I could.” Her hand strokes my hip as she yawns against me. God, she’s cute.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you. And how happy I am that you’re here.”

She kisses my skin, where her mouth is, so that she doesn’t have to move too much.

“I’m always here.”

I kiss the top of her head. “I know, I’m lucky like that.”

She smiles against me.

“We both are.”

‘Nuff said.

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Next up: Booty Call, the special bonus chapter [X, NC-17, NSFW]


  1. dev0347
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 1.47pm | Permalink

    You know, I might have beta’d this but I still effing adore it on the fourth, fifth, sixth reading…

  2. hot 4 yo mama
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 1.57pm | Permalink


  3. noregrets
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 2.13pm | Permalink

    That just made me horny, sad and happy all at the same time. Good work ;)

    Once again, clom, you are pure awesomeness.

  4. mapleleaf
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 2.14pm | Permalink

    Wow! Just read this twice and find this soooo adorable. I loved reading Ashley’s point of view and learning how she feels and felt about the whole situation. Truely beautiful. Thanks, Clom, for sharing this with us.

  5. Posted 7 July 2008 at 2.15pm | Permalink

    Aww.. this is where I want to cry a little.. it’s over.. it’s really over.. I love that you let us see it from Ash side.. I don’t know what to say..
    it’s brilliant.. I’m gonna miss this one greatly..

  6. lesmiserables1998
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 2.18pm | Permalink

    What a wonderful closing! I think that Spashley will stay together forever. College will be great and only strengthen their relationship. Well, back to read and reread BFM.

    Have a great holiday, Dev! I’ll miss you :)

  7. tinkerbell22185
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 2.33pm | Permalink

    what a great ending to an amazing story. thanks for sharing it with us clom! can’t wait for your next masterpiece!

  8. angelv7
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 3.02pm | Permalink

    Gotta say I loved the epilogue. Anything in Ashley’s POV wins me over, so to me it was a very fitting ending, graduation is always a good thing, and I feel that both girls graduated in more ways than just from High School. What else can I say about this fitting ending? Oh right! It had smut in it. Woohoo! Loved it, Loved it, LOVED IT! Can’t wait to see what you write next Clom.

  9. smurfturkey
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 3.03pm | Permalink

    I loved that it was from Ashleys perspective!I also love starting my day with these,sadly i now have to go registration at college.Maybe there will be something new to read in the morning when i get back….maybe.Something very very gay to go along with my hot vemont weather that is prompting all the hot girls to walk around in next to nothing right in front of me.

  10. Vibes
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 3.05pm | Permalink

    Gonna miss the hell outta this. :/

  11. seriesaddict
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 3.11pm | Permalink

    Wow..just WOW! I’m so happy we had the opportunity to see Ashley’s point of view! I’ve always wanted to know more about her thoughts and her feelings.
    This was the perfect epilogue for a perfect story.

    I never told her how I felt. How when she was asleep, I threw up twice. How when I knew she wouldn’t notice I was gone, I found my step-mother reading on her bed, crawled up next to her and bawled for ten minutes solid on her shoulder. How my father had to stop me from finding her grandfather and actually committing murder.

    I almost cried here! This is exactly what I wanted to know. Ashley was always so strong. She HAD to be strong for Spencer. And I was worried that not expressing her rage would make her doing something stupid or fighting irreparably with Spencer! I’m glad she had Cathy and Raife. I’m amazed at how much she loves Spencer.

    Excellent, excellent epilogue Clom!

    You are one of the best writers in the world. Don’t argue with me on that OK? I’m sure of it;)

    Dev, hope you’ll enjoy your vacation and your time with Mrs Dev! know, if you will feel like writing something while you are on vacation, please just do it..I won’t mind:D

    [Don’t hold your breath, series. Chances of me writing anything at all are 0%, but I appreciate the holiday wishes anyway – Dev]

  12. fantastical exlurker
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 3.22pm | Permalink

    :) i agree with noregrets- somehow u managed to make me want to jump for joy, get a cold shower and cry……brilliant. this def made my day, i mean instead of reading this i would have been stuck babysitting my neice and nephew for a few minutes longer than was absolutely imperative…who im sure have torn up the house in my absence, but its all good…i mean i got to read the amazing end of an amazing story by super-special-awesome author with a super-cool-awesome beta

  13. Melxgibs
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 3.55pm | Permalink


  14. iiwweettaa
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 4.09pm | Permalink

    hmm so sad its over—how about a sequel? colleage-years maybe? i am so happy that you made ashley love spencer so much. she deserved it after all.

  15. seriesaddict
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 4.15pm | Permalink

    You can’t blame me for trying, Dev;)

  16. pinkwolves
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 4.25pm | Permalink

    This is such a perfect epilogue for such a perfect story. Seeing Ashley’s view on how she dealt with Spencer’s inccident was heartbreaking. Seeing how it hurt her almost as Spencer was great. Overall I’ve loved this story to pieces and can’t wait for you to write something new.

    I couldn’t forget you in this whole story, Dev. You’ve caught errors and must have made this story better that it it already is. So thankyou for your help in making this story more enjoyable for us readers!

  17. Payne N. Uranus
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 4.31pm | Permalink

    Oh god…now it really IS over…over, over, over, over…

    I liked how it was from Ashley’s POV this time. It was almost like a confirmation of what Spencer was feeling, with her saying, “We’re gonna live together for ever and ever!” and Ash going, “What she said!”

    The almost-murdering of the grandfather snippets were funny and…er, nice? Haha, I’d say nice, but I don’t think thoughts involving murder should be…nice… Then again, I was going to kill my now slaughtered-by-moose husband, so I really have no right to talk. Whatever, it was nice. Sad, and funny, and nice. There.

    So, I don’t think there was an exact time saying when Dev is gonna go and drink margaritas by the beach in the sun while wearing a skimpy bikini, but I’d like to say thank you for making the story even MORE awesome, wish you a good time, and inform you that I am flexible enough to fit in a small carry-on bag in case you were interested. I’d behave myself, I promise!

    Anyway, Clom, I love the smut, I love the love, I love the story, and I love…you. But you didn’t hear it from me.

  18. Carrie
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 4.55pm | Permalink

    this was by far one of my favorite spashley stories. all of yours are, but this one might be the ultimate one. please start another one soon? thanks for all of the thought and creativity, not to mention time, you put into entertaining us little people. it is GREATLY appreciated. love love

  19. Puff
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 5.01pm | Permalink

    Well that was a very fitting ending. I actually thought the last part before that was a great way to end it but I am happy to be proven wrong lol. The build up was excellent, the sex was um…*blush* anyway and the wrap up was great. It’s so nice to hear that Ashley and her family is always going to be looking after Spencer and that they’ll be together. Not that I ever doubted that. Wonderful ending Sez. The otters should be proud ;)

  20. yeahbutno
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 5.02pm | Permalink

    This going to be brief due to a broken arm and very slow and prob littered with mistakes due to one hand typing.

    Yes, we got from Ashley’s perspective and just how in love is she.They are so cute and right for each other. I firmly believe that we all have a soulmate and I reckon that is what these two are, no matter their age.

    As usual the smut was HOT Clom but like someone else said in the last update and I am sure I have said it to you before – you are a great writer, period. Yes, we all love the smut but it is the issues you tackle, your complex characters and sublime story telling that keeps us hooked Sez. So thank you.

    I will probably miss fb on a few updates of the new one but do know I will be shooting in here and leaving a comment as soon as I can, I will be reading it though.

    And Dev you are the most devolicious beta ever – devoliciious = so brilliant that a word does not exist to describe it!!!!

    This took me 10 mins to write, boo!!!!I need a headwand.

    [You know we want to know.. HOW THE HELL DID YOU BREAK YOUR ARM? And can’t you just make the missus do your typing for you?]

  21. Ros
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 5.08pm | Permalink

    Ashley’s pov! I was happy to finally be able to know what she was thinking. :)
    Beautiful, beautiful ending. Loved it!

  22. spashleyforcutie
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 5.21pm | Permalink

    Hm…so this is…ooovvvveerrrr? Like, actually literally fo sho over? Well, it was brilliant the whole way through.

    Awe, Ashley, such a horny little girl. Eh, well I’m sure that if I was her, and had a girlfriend like Ashley, I would be just as horny as her. But, anywho, it’s interesting having it from her POV. Lol, I noticed that Ashley most definitely swears more than Spencer. Oh, and wow, it was extremely sad to read what Ashley was feeling about Spencer’s scars, and her grandfather. All the things she did when she saw Spencer walking like the “living dead”, it just made my heart swell up t how much she cares for Spencer, and how much that bothered and upset and angered her. I’m actually surprised she restrained herself from killing the grandfather. I’m glad she did though, from doing anything, that would have just put a huge gap between Spencer and Ashley. intense.

    Heh, smut. Smut smut smut. We love smut. We love HOT smut. Ok, what I’m trying to say, is that that was hot hot. Ah, I remember the days when Spencer was shy about these things, and now….she’s going all out. It’s amazing what time does, eh? :P.

    Great epilogue. It was perfect, especially with Ashley’s POV. That just added a whole new element and…I don’t know, it just ended it perfectly. I’m gonna miss this, and quirky Spencer. Thanks clom and dev, for all the hard work. You guys totally rock my world. :D

  23. spashleyforcutie
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 5.23pm | Permalink

    Mm…I messed up on that comment.

    I meant, “If I had a girlfriend like Spencer.” Sorry for a doublepost, just..had the uncontrollable urge to fix it.


    [Is it incredibly dodgy that I like it when y’all lose control? Feel free to do it again.]

  24. Crystal
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 5.41pm | Permalink


  25. iocaste
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 5.50pm | Permalink

    The epilogue was really beautiful from Ashley’s p.o.v. It’s always nice to know how she feels, what she thinks. Though she should have killed that bastard… :)
    So I guess that was officially the end of this story. I loved it clom. You know I did and I already miss it…
    Dev, have a great vacation!
    Thank you both so much.

  26. Bookthief
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 5.58pm | Permalink

    That was perfect, I love how it was in Ashleys point of view and we got to see how she handled everything. :)

  27. tasteecake
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 6.35pm | Permalink

    perfect ending for a perfect story! this is prob one of my favorite spashley stories!great job! =D

  28. jbs10
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 6.57pm | Permalink


  29. evilgiraffe
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 6.57pm | Permalink

    I loved that this was from Ashley’s point of view, for some reason I wasn’t expecting that, which makes me feel a bit dumb as it makes perfect sense to finish the story off hearing about all the bits we wanted to know but didn’t get to see/hear. It was great to see how smitten Ash is at the start, constantly going on about how beautiful, cute, and smart Spencer is. I loved getting a glimpse of the reigned in protective Ashley too that we all wanted to see. The bit about making it look like an accident made me chuckle and having to remind herself not to break his hand. Oh and I also loved that Ash was a total horny wee bastard all the way through graduation, not able to think about anything else! Although amongst all the smut and the humour my favourite bit was hearing Ashley’s feelings about the beating and how she dealt with it. This was a perfect end to a perfect story.

  30. jmh
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 7.25pm | Permalink

    First off, thanks so much for the kind words on the last chapter and you can call me joanne, btw :)Second of all that was….wow…just wow clom that is all my brain has at the moment :)

  31. lilcam2525
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 7.26pm | Permalink

    I think everyone around here is awesome because my only thought was:


    I’ll try to come back (pun intended, lol) and add more but it’ll be awhile. Seven ore readings to be exact.

  32. pseudonym
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 7.28pm | Permalink

    I’m glad we got to see it from Ashley’s POV. Not so glad that it’s over but I’ll occupy my time with some BFM. If only Dev would post the rest of it.

    *hint hint*
    *wink wink*

  33. Posted 7 July 2008 at 8.03pm | Permalink

    that was great ending Sez im happy we got Ashley’s P.O.V im glad that she did get vent her feeling when Spencer with her parents(by the way i love them) thanks again for writing this wonderful story

    P.S thanks for my comment :)

  34. Sarah
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 9.18pm | Permalink

    Oh Spencer and Ashley, you ladies give me irregular heart beats, it’s true. I am really sad to see this go, but it ended on such a poignant note that I’m happy-sad, not sad-sad. This whole thing really was so unique, and lets face it, Spashley has been everwhere. But this, this was so different and so beautifully crafted. Colonial Spencer? Is a sight I can picture perfectly in my head, the Spencer abuse, was heartbreaking. Ashley’s infatuation? So meaningful, I mean, she took the time to notcie this weird ass girl who had no friends. Ashley got some definate good karma in this fic. But, not only that, she really, really, took the chance to get to know Spence, even if it risked her “reputation”. I love this, I really do. Thank you again for writing this, it has brought me such joy everyday. This site is always the first thing I check and I am so thankful you give us stuff that is worth reading. I can’t wait to hear what you come up with next. And maybe we will even find out if Spencer survives Le Marias. I honestly can’t remember how that is spelled so if that was wrong, my appologies haha.


  35. yeahbutno
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 9.19pm | Permalink

    *dons headwand*

    I cycle to work whilst in London, I just changed my tyres to super slick at the weekend, I was cycling along a canal track, there was a mad dog loose, I tried to avoid him – at about 25mph.

    Me, concrete, skid, bike and twisted handlebars.Means broken arm and 6 stitches on my knee. Nothing kinky or sexual this time, now when I broke my ankle a couple of years ago……………..

    God, I love the NHS, free painkillers that have me zonked and only 2 hrs in A&E, a record for London.

    I should have just hit the damn dog!!!

    The Swede is away this week in Bejing, I haven’t told her yet as she will freak.

    I am mastering the headwand hahaha and well the one hand typing is better I thought it would be.Fortunately, I busted my left arm and I am right handed except for golf and hockey.

    Can I get La Marais as a cheer me up, heehee I am shameless.

    [Good lord. You … eejit head. Anyway, you should tell the missus, cos she’ll wanna come coddle you. I don’ understand how you can be right handed EXCEPT for golf… doesn’t that mean you need expensive clubs? Wait, you play golf? My lord, stereotypical lesbian RIGHT HERE *points at YBN*. And no, you can’t have an LM update… because they won’t be ready till dev gets back. Sorry. You can have one in 3 weeks. New story wednesday though, will that help?]

  36. yeahbutno
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 10.01pm | Permalink

    I play a little the swede is a fantastic player, like all sports, esp climbing. Field hockey and football are my sports to play. And yes I am down the left on both.And a stereotypical lesbian huh!!!! heehee ummmnn yeah.

    And pouts at LM, I will catch up with BOM when at home the next few days. Any Clom fics make me cheery love.

    And yes, I am wondering, when and how to tell the swede, Dr Sez may have a new entry soon!!!

  37. seriesaddict
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 11.12pm | Permalink

    Yeahbutno sorry to hear that you got hurt. You should tell to the swede though, so she can make it better;)

    *hands over a teddy bear* know, to keep you company while your Mrs is out of town:)

  38. SS
    Posted 7 July 2008 at 11.49pm | Permalink

    The missing link: I’m so glad you showed us how upset the Davies were those days afterwards. With Raife punching the wall and Ashley crumbling into Cathy, it was the perfect depiction of how you puff yourself up and hold it together to make your loved one feel safe and secure, then vomit first chance you get.

    Dr. Sez, I don’t want you to feel like we expect you to update everyday on your next story, so PLEASE take all the time you need and enjoy the process. We’ll be here no matter how long it takes! *refresh…*

    Dev, thank you for saving the day by launching this web site. I’m finishing up your Million Acres of Sky, and it’s just outstanding (i love your Ashley. Hey, Spencer! *slap.slap*). You and Clomle are the best of the best, and you can’t prove me wrong on that one. Have a happy holiday and don’t get too much sun or you may turn into one big liver spot. :D

  39. Posted 8 July 2008 at 12.03am | Permalink

    Holy Hell!
    That was hot, amazing, sweet, and incredible! It was refreshing to see things from Ashley’s point of view for once. I like how you did that. I am so sad it is really over. This story was amazing definitely one of my favorites along with Finally on the Ground. I love all your stories though. I can hardly sit still awaiting your new masterpiece. I can’t wait to read it and to see what your amazing mind has come up with next! Yay! Pierced Nipples! Sorry I have an obsession. I am get help though. So wish me luck! LoL

    P.S. Olive Juice if you say it fast enough it sounds like ‘I love yous’! One of my favorite instructors at college likes to say it to us,so we all started saying it too. She got it off the movie The Other Sister. If you haven’t seen it I would recommend it. I believe that it is a very good movie!
    Olive Juice Clomle and Dev! :P

  40. clomle4
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 12.43am | Permalink

    I finally figured the “Olive Juice” out when I realised it was probably the equivalent of my “Sandshoes”

    which is thank you…

  41. Jada
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 12.47am | Permalink

    *Gracefully swaggers in to the room*

    Hello there. *adjusts bow tie*

    I’m Jada. How are you and fine thank you and enough pleasantries…Now ask me where I purchased this fine bow tie.

    You may have done better to ask from whom did I receive it. Her name was Clomle.

    *audible gasp*

    Yes. That Clomle. Author of such stories as Best for Me, Le Marais, A Year in the Life…I’m sure you know that I could go on.

    Read her latest? But of course! Every word. The epilogue was brilliant no? The first line and you know that the perspective has switched. Spencer was very good at gauging Ashley’s feelings but the insight that the shift brought really affirmed them. It was perfect closure for the reader…no nagging questions left.

    Now I’m sorry but I must know…WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?

    Oh yes.

    The 98 (JERALDOOOOO!!!!! FRAAAAAAAANNNKK! ….I miss ’em )monkeys standing just behind me. Wearing matching bow ties.

    Well. Didn’t your mother tell you that it’s rude to stare?

    *Exits while grumbling about having to tie bow ties for 98 monkeys….an equally unimpressed troupe of monkeys follows*

    [I replaced all the monkey ones with the premade elasticated ones. I decided that tying them was too much work. No, I don’t mind :)]

  42. gilmar
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 1.09am | Permalink

    Oh Sez, how do i love thee? let me count the ways.
    I love the you did the epilogue in Ashley’s pov, i’ve been wanting to know what is in her head for so long.
    I love how proud Ashley is of Spencer, and how obsessed she is with her, not that we had any doubts of that fact before.
    I love that Ashley is just as much as a nymphomaniac as Spencer it is, if not more.
    I love it that she is so sure of their relationship that she doesnt care that they’re studying in two diferent colleges.
    I love that Spencer is holding hands with her in front of her Grandfather! go Spencer!
    I also looooooooooove to see the protective side of Ashley, and to see that our guesses where indeed acurate, she does wants to kill gramps.
    I loooooved the blue underwere.
    I so looooved that you put smut in this.

    And finally this line:
    “Fuck Ash… slow down…”

    Freaking lord i looooooved that line.

    This is like the cherry on the top. Hands down Sez.


    [Hands down sez’s what?]

  43. gilmar
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 1.27am | Permalink

    Sez i told you, you’re not my type.

    [Gorgeous, popular, talented and nice? Or taken?]

  44. gilmar
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 1.31am | Permalink


    ‘Taken’ would be the type, and that ‘Nice’ bit, is debateable. Besides, the Giant feature, soooo not my type.


    [Look Dwarfey, five foot seven is not ‘giant’ feature. It’s actually normal height. I am nice. Just ask Dev or SeriesAddict or any other of my friends. Sheesh. It’s ok. I know you’d LOVE to be in my pants but you just have too much respect. And I respect you for that. You can play this “not my type” card all you want. I know the truth.]

  45. abbeyroad
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 1.43am | Permalink

    That was sad, hot, and amazing all at the same time. I loved it! I’m sad it’s over, but it was nice to see everything that happened in Ashley’s point of view. I love your stories. I can’t wait to read anything else you come out with.

    SVT07 – You will need to go to an anonymous pierced nippled addicts meeting. Withdrawl will be a bitch…

  46. gilmar
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 1.47am | Permalink

    So, if you’re not a Giant, how i’m i a dwarf? make up your mind dude. And yes, you might be nice at times, but still, you don’t make the cut girl, and i forgot the geographycly undesirable feature. Besides, we both know who is secretly in love here.

    [*Nods emphatically* Payne is. With Freddikins. And me, with the redhead. And you, with yourself. It all works out. So long as you don’t get carpal tunnel. And i’m not a giant, i’m normal height. You’re the short one. And, I AM nice. I’m too nice. That’s the problem right…]

  47. seriesaddict
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 1.56am | Permalink

    Sorry Gilmar but I have to say that “nice” is Clom’s middle name! Since Dev isn’t here, I felt it was my duty to tell you.

    [*Hugs* one of the many reasons I love this woman! Hey VP, listen to her! She knows man! She KNOWS]

  48. gilmar
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.00am | Permalink

    You’re SUCH a diva! i know i told you i like bad girls Sez but doesnt matter how bad you behave with me, you’re still NOT my type.
    I’m gonna do us a favor so we dont spend all night in this, i am gonna agree with you that you are such a gonner for the redhead, i mean she’s a redhead who wouldn’t?
    So you win, whatever the argument was about, you’re still a diva tho… :P

  49. Freddikins
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.01am | Permalink

    Sez, are you talkin about me? I’m with Payne? last time I checked she broke it off because I had another. Haven’t we already had this conversation?

  50. clomle4
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.03am | Permalink

    Doesn’t mean she doesn’t LOVE you Freddikins. Just that she doesn’t wish to share you. Let us all agree that Gilmar is delusional (except about the redhead thing, she’s dead on there) and we can all be happy.

    Series hon.. by my calculations it’s 4 in the morning in Italy… why are you awake??

  51. seriesaddict
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.08am | Permalink

    That’s right Clom it’s 4 in the morning. I went to a concert a few hours ago and I still have the adrenaline running through my veins. I’m fully awake!

  52. Freddikins
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.10am | Permalink

    turn of the comp and close your eyes, you’ll be asleep before you know it. or just grab a bottle of gin and that will put you right to sleep.

  53. gilmar
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.11am | Permalink

    Sez, it’s not fair for you to bring reinforcements! i dont have any!

    [*Hugs* I’ll back you up. {HEY CLOM, FECK off already. You’re a loser, a fat loser, with a nose like a squished potato. Go pick on someone your own size.} There, did that help?]

  54. clomle4
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.11am | Permalink

    Fred, stop imploring people to drink. It makes you sound like Payne. What concert?

  55. Freddikins
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.16am | Permalink

    what’s FECK i think you meant fuck.

    I can do what i want when i want how i want. and then i look to you and then change my ways cause i love your fics so much…can i have a copy of your book? can you deticate it to your lovely friends here? put me first?

    I’m begging, wow that is down right scary.

  56. Payne N. Uranus
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.18am | Permalink

    Freddikins, feck is the cute way of saying fuck. =D

  57. gilmar
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.18am | Permalink

    A little, but i dont completely agree with your other clom, if i had a talk with her i’ll tell her: do not talk to my friend like that! she is not a loser! She’s a hell of a good writer so you back off! *hugs nice clom*
    Isn’t it weird that im fighting with two sides of you?

  58. Freddikins
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.19am | Permalink

    well then feck me sideways!!! haha no.

  59. Freddikins
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.21am | Permalink

    it’s not two sez’s its your conscience speaking out for you! don’t you get that. all your friends are in your head. Wow that was really mean, sorry bout that.

  60. Payne N. Uranus
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.21am | Permalink

    So is that an invitation, or what?

  61. seriesaddict
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.23am | Permalink

    I don’t drink (OK..just a few things)!

    It’s an Italian singer, Carmen Consoli. I don’t think you know her cause..well she’s famous only in Italy (and in a few places in Europe). Anyway, she’s great. Today she performed in a Villa near Rome. An acoustic concert and she was all alone, without her band. Just her and her guitar! She was divine. and the location was great. I mean all ruins around us. Very picturesque !

  62. Freddikins
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.24am | Permalink

    or what, no one is getting near me without my says so….or moan. ha just got dirty in my mind. hehehehe gutter brain! see what you make me do payne. gawd!

  63. Payne N. Uranus
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.30am | Permalink

    Hey, don’t blame me for what you were born with! I just bring out the better aspects of you, that’s all!

  64. clomle4
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.56am | Permalink

    This conversation would make more sense if it were in Scots. Where’s YBN when you need her?

    Oh and Gilmar *hugs* all the clom’s like you.

  65. seriesaddict
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 2.58am | Permalink

    OK lovely ladies. It’s time for me to go to bed. As Clom reminded me, it’s 5 am here in Italy!

    Have a great day (or night). I’ll see you tomorrow;)

  66. Payne N. Uranus
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 3.20am | Permalink

    Goodbye lover. =D

  67. Vulcan
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 5.27am | Permalink

    Aw, I didn’t actually think there actually was stuff unresolved.. it just kind of felt like it.. I dunno. God, don’t listen to me, I have no idea what I’m talking about, lol. But the epilogue did help. =)

    And yes, Wave is awesomeness. But I totally got the same feeling as I did when RA ended. Like when your favorite show ends. For two days I refreshed the page over and over watching for the last chapter then when I finally read it, it felt really weird. Maybe it’s just because I spent a ton of time lurking here the past month or so and for now I don’t have a reason to anymore, lol.

  68. Vulcan
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 5.27am | Permalink

    And I did not mean to say actually twice in that sentence.. D:

  69. Saartje77
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 6.57am | Permalink

    I should be out the door by now, seeing as being caught up in giving proper feedback to wonder fan fiction is probably not a good-enough reason to keep my plane waiting.

    I just wanted to say that I loved this story, as I love all your stories. I enjoyed reading it & hope to be able read a bunch more when I return.

    Oh, yeah, Saartje is a Dutch thing.

    Now I really have to run. Bye!

  70. yutop
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 7.27am | Permalink

    I really liked that you ended it with Asley`s P.O.V.I think we all wondered about her thoughts and feelings towards Spencer`s(especially after her abuse).The last chapter was the definition of hotness and sweetness(i need to hump something now!HAHA ;P)
    Soooo…another amazing story of yours has officially came to an end…:( I don`t have anything else to say except from “Thank you Clom for the sharing”.
    Come back soon,with a new one,ok?

  71. Mandikus
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 8.45am | Permalink

    WOW, That was soooo hot. Damn.
    Oh man you don’t know how happy I am that we got to see things from Ash’s point of view, I think that it really finished things off perfectly. It was also so good how we got some insight into how Ash’s parents reacted to what Gramps did to Spence and we also got insight into how badly it affected Ash. Gosh, this is so freakin awesome. Clom you are my hero

  72. writeninred
    Posted 8 July 2008 at 5.58pm | Permalink

    That was a good closing to this. Hot, too. I liked how this one was from Ashley’s POV. It was funny with Ashley’s thoughts and how she was talking about wanting to murder Spencer’s grandfather. Well, it wasn’t funny, because it wouldn’t be funny if she murdered him, but…yeah, you know.

    Anyway, this was a good closing. Sad to have it end, but glad on how it ended. :]

  73. Lovesfool
    Posted 9 July 2008 at 9.54am | Permalink


    You own. Period.

    It’s probably you’re best piece of fan fiction. Well, actually, it’s pretty damn close to BFM but still. This was an amazing story. Really, it was quite awesome!

    Thanks for this :)

  74. Katie
    Posted 9 July 2008 at 10.31am | Permalink

    “How when she was asleep, I threw up twice. How when I knew she wouldn’t notice I was gone, I found my step-mother reading on her bed, crawled up next to her and bawled for ten minutes solid on her shoulder. ”

    I love this part, seeing how much she cared for Spencer. I really enjoyed Ashleys POV,thank you agian for the brillaint story.

  75. QueerEye7
    Posted 9 July 2008 at 4.28pm | Permalink


    Who knew I was here? Apparently I am. Apparently I just spent the entire afternoon finishing reading this instead of doing my work pre vacation. Apparently I also stayed up until 1am last night reading this. Apparently this is the most addictive fic ever. Apparently you are amazing.

    Looking forward to more of your amazingness (including novels, dude) in the future. Get writing or I’ll use the word apparently again.


    [That’s some threat you’re weilding there]

  76. southofsomewhere
    Posted 10 July 2008 at 3.01am | Permalink

    3 hrs well spent…reading all 55 chapters of your wonderful writing. Don’t know how I managed to miss this site but eh, I’m just grateful to have found it. Those 3 hrs flew by fast. You tell stories so vividly and yet so easily. Thanks. =)

  77. bannerman
    Posted 11 July 2008 at 3.29pm | Permalink

    My dear Clom, I’m sorry it’s taken so long to comment on the end of this story – it’s been a manic week (got my degree results yesterday :D). I loved Precious Things just as much, if not more, than every single story you’ve ever written – it was heartfelt, emotionally gripping, and was a complete departure from any other SON inspired story I’ve ever read. So thank you for it, and well done for writing it so marvelously. I may not be your biggest most fanatical, err, fan, but I was your first, and will always be there to read whatever it is that you’re writing :-D good luck with the novel, and also with your new fic! wub Jxx

  78. Foss
    Posted 11 July 2008 at 7.34pm | Permalink

    I loved this wonderful story, I don’t usually make comments, I know I’m LAZY, but I really want to thank you for being a fantastic writer and for finishing this story so beautifully (makes me sad when authors let their stories undone) and also thanks to Dev!

  79. L
    Posted 12 July 2008 at 12.12am | Permalink

    Reading this for the third time, gets better with age! An awesome, smutty, gorgeous, lovely little epilogue!

    Bravo my friend, bravo!

  80. verbalvandal
    Posted 14 July 2008 at 2.03pm | Permalink

    That was the shit! I have read most of your ff. I think that you & Dev are brilliant.

  81. -jt
    Posted 20 July 2008 at 3.20pm | Permalink

    just finished the whole story – tis awesome, wonderful work as always

  82. Bubble
    Posted 23 August 2008 at 9.09pm | Permalink

    For the lesbian Goddes’s sake , where the hell was I when this masterpiece was written?! I think the problem is my never functioning gaydar: it doesn’t work with girls and I guess neither with fabulous ffs involving super hot lesbians! I bet that even if there were a giant poster advertising this story, I’d still be looking at one about a new brand of tampons…mah!!Please, someone fix me up *sniff*

    Anyway I have to thank the mother of lesbians cuz there are people like this awesome half Australian and half Dutch ffs writer and her football fan Scottish beta (w football!!) for sharing all these Spashley “adventures”…THANKS!THANKS!*does the hamster dance*
    I’ve spent the last 24 hours reading this brilliant story ( I went to sleep at 5 am) and you could you say “get a life!!” or “there are more interesting activities to do at 5 in the morning!” (yep, I’m talking about sewing naturally), but it doens’t matter. It was totally worth it. I love the way you write, the way every character is well-defined and described so that you can picture them in your head.(Can I say that I even “liked” Madison? Her queen bitch comments kinda cracked me up sometimes!Confession time:I went crazy for “The Little house on the Prairie” (may you write a Spashley ff based on it?) and Pollyanna…is it bad doc? :S)
    And the fact that you deal with those kind of topics withouth being too superficial or heavy/boring just makes you one of my favourite authors. Be proud of that!Or at least try…
    What can I say? I loved the background of this story, eventhough at first I found Spencer’s obsession over Ashley a bit creepy..And fortunately there wasn’t too much Ashden or Spaiden *phewww*. I think the only scene in which I appreciated Aiden was when he made the “blow job” comment to Madison; I don’t why, but I was laughing so hard!
    And you made such a great job with Spencer, her character was heart-breaking, forced to live a life that wasn’t her choice. I felt so sad in the part where she wonders if it happened the same to the other kids. At least you’re not a sadist and let Spashley have their happy ending…and such a HOT happy ending! dang! *Hi everyone, I’m a Clomle’s smut addict and I don’t wanna be cured…EVER* *sighs* I adored the fluff too…it made all warm inside..!(or was it the smut?? can’t remember)

    Hmmm, well, I think I’ve bored you enough but I felt like you (and magic Dev) deserved some worshipping! <— Can Spencer play Laura? …Okay, okay…

    *blows away*

  83. Wicked1
    Posted 1 January 2009 at 1.16am | Permalink

    Awww, that was a nice little treat to get am Ashley POV chapter. I love your fics, I am so glad I found out about your site, I would have been missing all these new (to me) great fics

  84. nautic187
    Posted 26 October 2009 at 7.21am | Permalink

    So a little birdie told me you guys read new comments even on really old stories so I’m going to go through and do that and gush about how awesome they are, and you are for writing them and stuff. Words don’t usually fail me but they’re doing a good job of making things difficult. It’s not that I can’t just vomit something out but I love this story so much that it’s kind of hard to come up with feedback that does it any justice.

    I’ll start off with Spencer because I think this is probably my favorite Spencer ever. I mean I love Spencer, she’s pretty much the best, and people have written some wonderful ones but here she really /is/ the best. She starts off so sad and lonely and hopelessly infatuated with Ashley but is in such a weird situation that it doesn’t seem like anything could ever change. And then it does start to change and every little thing that happens for the better in her life is so amazing and heartbreaking. I mean, eating an Oreo for the first time and limiting yourself to one just because you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to have another one and didn’t know if you could handle that. Such a minor detail in the story but it just shows how richly drawn the character is and how much thought and care went into writing her.

    Ashley is also pretty awesome once she starts opening up to Spencer, she doesn’t know at first how much the little things she does mean to Spencer but once she does learn she’s so cool about making Spencer not feel so out of place and making a place for her in her family. And her rescuing Spencer after her grandfather abused her, holy shit. That whole section I was holding back the waterworks because I don’t cry for stories, damnit, but you just wouldn’t let up so finally I just had to put it down to allergies. Stupid cats, ya know?

    Even Aiden… Well, I usually hate him but this is one of the few times where I didn’t wish he’d fall into a cement mixer or something. He was the first one to go out of his way to be nice to Spencer and even though he probably just wanted to bang “the mormon girl” it was more than anyone else at that school did.

    So, yeah. One of my favorite stories ever. Not just fic, but like all time, books, movies, anything. I’ve been putting the best stories on my iphone for portable reading and just in case the zombie apocalypse hits. Like I need to be lugging around a laptop when something dead and hungry is headed my way? No thanks. Needless to say your stories are all safely tucked away, /just in case/.

  85. lnkmstr10
    Posted 14 August 2010 at 3.05am | Permalink

    Excuse me? *Ahem* Excuse me, anyone??? *Taps on microphone* Is this thing on? *Stands on soap box* Ahem, everyone, I would just like to say that I absolutely and irrevocably (sorry, too much Twilight reading) love this story. This is probably my favorite fic on this site…um,I mean IN this site. I’ve read this probably about thirty times, and I just L-O-V-E it! (That’s for those who don’t know how to spell love). It’s a refreshingly new take on Spencer and Ashley, yet still keeping the shy and confident natures in check (respectfully). And even though I wanted to choke Kyla and Aiden a few times, they did provide me with a lot of laughs, while Spencer and Ashley provided me with a bunch of girlish sighs and “Awww’s.”

    Muchas gracias por eso!!!! Me encanta mucho :)

  86. laxrocker09
    Posted 3 February 2011 at 10.54pm | Permalink

    So I realize I’m a few years late on this one but OH MY GOD! Such an incredible story! Freaking emotional rollercoaster! Had me laughing my ass off and bawling through parts! Seriously you are such a rediculously talented writer and I am in LOVE with this story! Thank you!

  87. jsparky
    Posted 9 February 2011 at 2.09am | Permalink

    great always

  88. Melissa/Noodles
    Posted 27 August 2012 at 4.13pm | Permalink

    I was missing some fic in my life, didn’t know what kind, but apparently it was this angsty/smutty goodness. Thank god these stories are still around when I want to read something well written, not the usual shit that’s out there now.

    It’s like returning to a good book, makes you feel comfortable and all good.

    That is all.

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