#Abby Anderson x Reader

[slut4megantheestallion]

I need all of them so badly 😩

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

#NEEDTHAT y'all don't understand if they were all reall, I would not be able to contain myself I would have gone Feral!!!!!!😝😝😝😝😝

[cherrybomber3000]

i love this. abby lovers are starvedddd.

HARD WORK.

summary: your grandmas retirement to hawaii finally let you escape the annoying city life. but as it turns out, being a country girl aint easy work. luckily a hot stranger with a truck full of rakes and hoes has taken a liking to you.

gardener abby x black!oc

warnings: I AM A FREAK FOR GARDENER ABBY. little bit of creepy perv behavior, stalking, SEX

wc: 4.6k

authors note: heyyy guys miss u 😈 if anyone gaf i’ll post a part 2 cuz yk how i be… ts long as hell

abby noticed your presence about a week after you had moved.

she had recognized the yellow house, a familiar sight when she went on her drives to clear her head. it was certainly a sight for sore eyes. it was one of only three houses on the block, recognizable by the pale paint and the burnt orange front porch. she often wondered how the owners maintained it, as it was full of plants and trees. a big front yard with wildflowers, a cherry tree by the garage, and flower pots galore. its gorgeous. she also dreamed of what was behind the big door to the backyard, but she could see the faint sight of green trees from the top of it. its a beautiful house, no doubt. and the foliage was always kept perfect. bushes trimmed, lawn mowed, and the trees left the perfect shade for the summer time. she’d love to work there, but it seemed that the owners had it under control.

until you moved in.

after a while, she noticed the lawn becoming slightly overgrown, the bushes losing their shape, and the tree was dropping cherries all over the adorable pink slug bug in the driveway. she had taken that the original owners had moved out, but she had no idea who had replaced them. and clearly, that replacement had no idea how to tend to that house.

and then, she finally caught sight of you.

it was around about 3:30, if she remembered correctly. give or take five minutes. she was on her usual drive, exhausted and irritated from having to tell a woman that her grass would take at least a month to grow back from its butchered state. a bad raccoon problem left the entire yard torn, holes and dead yellow grass everywhere. but she had that off her mind now. she turned on her car stereo, old dad rock silencing her thoughts as she drove. the road you have to take to drive by the house is basically inside the forest. big, green trees on each side, a bumpy gravel road, and big hills. it was always a smooth ride, and the cool breeze from her window was a relief after sweating for 5 hours straight. she always hung her left arm out of the window, so much so that its slightly tanner than the other.

when she finally got to the house, she forgot everything she was thinking about. she even forgot where she was for a moment, making her stop the car.

she finally caught gaze of .. you. bent over the grass, seemingly trying to weed the garden. all she could see of you was your ass, and she wasn’t exactly complaining about the view. the denim shorts you were wearing left absolutely nothing to the imagination. along with the booty shorts, (the name very fitting), you had on a green spaghetti strap that clung to you like a wet suit. you had clearly been out there for a while, sweat pooling on the shirt and a drop sliding down the obvious cleavage in your shirt. she tried so hard to pull away, to leave you alone and not be a creep, but she couldn’t. it was like everything was moving in slow motion as she was eyeing you, and she slowly made her way up to your face after staring at your tits for an inappropriate amount of time. you had thick, black curls, that were pulled up haphazardly into a high ponytail. probably to get it out of your way while you worked. its clear you take advantage of how remote your house is, sitting in the yard looking like that. its unsafe, what if a weird freak comes over and stares at you from his truck?

abby quickly realized that she was the weird freak in question. even with the headphones in your ears, you noticed the presence behind you. you felt the rumbling of the truck through the ground, given the fact you were barefoot. you turned around to look at her, moving a curl out of your eyes and behind your ear. you raised a brow at the truck, confused. you couldn’t make out the person inside, with your glasses resting on the porch. you squinted and saw a rough image of some..blond person? you stared for a while longer, almost considering walking up to them . what’re they looking at? were you that bad at gardening?

abby was frozen the second you turned around. she definitely stared longer than she should have, not even noticing that you were staring as well. you had a confused look on your face as you squinted over at her. it was almost as if you couldn’t see her. when she thought the two of you made eye contact, she instantly started driving away. she tried to pull away slowly, to not be suspicious, but she zoomed down the road like a derby horse.

fuck. did she see me?

almost as soon as you saw the car, it drove away. they must’ve noticed you caught them and got embarrassed. who is that? you had seen a blob that sort of looked like blonde hair, but not much else. it was hard to discern anything from that, so you focused on what you did see. you felt like you had seen the car before, but then again, so many people have black pickup trucks around here. and its not like it had any significant details you’d remember it by, it was just a plain truck. not even a funny bumper sticker or something! its like the exact opposite of your car, the back of your beetle is covered in cute stickers, and you even got heart shaped rims. their car was different. it was so…rugged. whoever it is probably does some sort of hard job, like construction or something.

you shrugged off the whole thing, getting a bit too sweaty for your liking and heading inside. you wondered to yourself if they’d stop by again, maybe you should keep an eye on your window!

while you were pondering over who the mysterious figure in the truck was, the figure herself was freaking out. she couldn’t stop imagining you on that lawn, seeing your confused face and glossy pout as you stared at her. did you even realize someone was looking at you? did you feel weird and scared now? was that the absolute most pervy thing she could’ve done?? and most importantly, would you notice if she did it again? she shook the thought as soon as it came. she was practically berating herself, mumbling “don’t be weird” under her breath. she tried to think about other things. the smell of the trees lining the road. the tree in your front yard. fuck, this is difficult.

eventually, she settled on thinking about your yard. she tried not to focus on the image of you bent over in front of it, and her behind you, and she slowly remembered something. you could not garden for shit. you had missed a bunch of huge strips mowing, the bushes were lopsided, and you were knee deep in weeds. it was obvious you had no idea what you were doing, and she knew it would be so easy to fix it.

“looks like you need some help.” she uttered from behind you on the front yard, and you turned around, puzzled.

“you think so?” you stared up at her, doe eyes nearly punching her in the chest. you were still sweaty, in the same tank top.

“yeah, you look hot. let me cool you off.” and with that, she grabbed at the bottom of the shirt. “can i”-

“abby. cut it out.” she pulled herself out of the daydream, realizing she had stopped her car once again. thankfully, the road was completely empty, so she kept driving. there wasn’t anything worth staring at over here, so she kept it pushing. freak.

she tried to push whatever happened earlier to the back of her mind all day. but its like she got hypnotized. she drove up to her house, and she stupidly expected to see you in her front yard. she went inside, and she wondered what the inside of your house looked like. does she have carpet? what color are her walls?

she quickly shut down the thought of “walls” as an…untasteful image appeared in her head. she took a shower, a near freezing one, and she imagined what type of showers you like. or if you were even a shower person, maybe you liked baths. you’d probably shriek if you stepped into the shower and it was the wrong temperature. she imagined you sitting on the edge of the tub, letting the water run over your fingers until it was justtt right. she imagined you sitting down in the tub, and - nothing. she didn’t imagine anything else.

she cooked herself some pasta for dinner, and sat down on her couch to eat. do you like spaghetti? she started thinking about that scene in the lady and the tramp, except you and her replaced the dogs. once again, she shut that down right after she started. she ate her food and threw her dishes in the sink, almost running to her bedroom. because she was tired. no other reason.

you had gotten a call from your grandma a little while after you went inside. you didn’t necessarily want to talk to anyone right now, but you owed it to her after she basically gave her house to you for free. she talked for what felt like forever, about her new house, the beach, everything. and after a million “really”s and “oh wow”s, she asked you to show her the house.

you showed her around the inside first, panning around the living room, kitchen, and all the rooms, she was very satisfied with how clean you kept the house. its easy to take care of when its just you making the messes, and not an aggravating messy roomate. you felt like a lonely housewife who’s husband left for war.

afterwards, you went out into the backyard. her smiling face turned into a confused grimace within seconds.

“honey, who did the lawn?” she asked, so much concern in her voice you’d assume she just walked in on a crime scene.

“i did! doesn’t it look good?” you chimed, confused on why she sounds like you’ve just killed a man.

“…no. it looks like a hot mess. you missed like, three spots! and lord, what did you do to my bushes?” she let out a loud sigh.

“…i trimmed them?” your pride was wiped off your face, a small frown replacing it.

“i don’t even wanna see the front. you know what, you need to find a gardener. someone. as long as its not you. ill pay for it myself, just…don’t touch anything.”

“at least my plants aren’t dead and the grass is still green.” she mumbled under her breath, hanging up the phone.

where the hell are you gonna find a gardener?

with your spirits crushed, you sat with your computer and your glasses resting on your nose, “how to fix a messed up lawn” reflecting on the glass. r/lawncare said to leave it and let it re-grow before mowing it again, evenly. wait at least a week or two and keep watering it. but don’t touch it.

so, you decided to listen. the gardener hunt could wait till later, you were sleepy. you ended up dozing off on the couch watching chopped, and you had forgotten all about it by the morning.

abby however, can’t forget anything.

after a long, sleepless night, abby was running out of things to distract herself. why was she going borderline insane over some random girl? she’s seen hot girls before. were you a witch or something?

she went through her day with the same irritating questions going through her head. what does she listen to when she drives? what does she order at the coffee shop? whats her name?

she realized by the time she was on her lunch break she needed to answer at least one of her questions. she already knew where you lived, whats the harm in knowing your name?

she had slightly known your grandma, only the fact that they owned the farm that was down the road from the house. and that it was named after their last name. small town advantage, am i right?

after googling the last name, a facebook profile showed up. presumably exactly who she thought it was. she scrolled through pictures of her at the beach, on family vacation, unfunny memes,and a post that made her chuckle for a whole minute.

she knew she was in the right place now.

after scrolling for a while longer, she found exactly what she was looking for: a picture of you and the woman, your arm slung around her shoulder. you looked like you were at a wedding, all dolled up in a green satin dress with your hair down. you were wearing glasses, too.

“so she probably didn’t see me.”

you looked just as gorgeous as yesterday, and the picture was captioned “my beautiful granddaughter r ♥️💐😘��” and there was many more of her old lady friends and relatives calling you gorgeous. didn’t she know it.

she typed the name , your name, into facebook yet again, and there you were. the profile picture was of you as a baby, little black curls pulled into two pigtails as you grabbed at the camera with a cheesy smile. albeit, you only had two teeth, but it was definitely a smile. you’ve just always been cute, huh?

she looked down at the bio, and found everything else she needed to know. whos idea was it to make people give facebook all their personal information?

it was obvious this account was just for family, as it was mostly just reposts of your relatives posts and pictures she would deem “family friendly.” but the pictures were mostly of things other than you, like cats and pretty buildings you saw. it gave off the perfect, innocent impression to anyone who’d come across it.

but after finding your facebook, it didn’t take her much longer to find your instagram. and your tiktok. and your tumblr from when you were in highschool? maybe she was digging a little too deep.

your instagram wasn’t that stark of a contrast to your facebook. add a little more cleavage, and a much more active..social life, and it was basically the same. you hadn’t posted much with your friends in a while though, only stills of your plane and you relaxing in your new home. tough time making friends over here?

she snooped even more into your following, and at first there wasn’t anything really interesting. some music artists you liked, random cat accounts, and baking accounts. cute. but, after a while, she recognized something. the name of the place you worked at that she saw on your facebook. a veterinary office. the profile mostly had pictures of cats and dogs and some smaller animals, but when she saw a post about the offices pet fundraiser, she immediately recognized your face. cheesy smile, holding up a small kitten to your cheek. it was adorable.

she looked up the address in the account’s bio, and she saw that it was a 5 minute drive from her house. perfect coincidence. alice would love to take a walk after work today, wouldn’t she?

her snooping was interrupted by the alarm she had set for the end of her break. startled, she slightly jumped out of her seat before swinging her door open and plopping her phone in her back pocket. she knew what her plans for this afternoon were.

while abby was scheming up her stalkerish plans, you were just.. bored. you sat at the front desk, doodling one of the dogs you saw come in earlier with one earbud in your ear, fleetwood mac giving you soft background music to the emptiness of the lobby. with it being tuesday and all, it wasn’t very busy. your shift didn’t end for a few hours though, and you would rather be bored than busy.

you decided to people watch outside the window for a bit. you saw an old lady walking around with another old lady, holding coffee cups from the cafe down the street. they were engrossed in conversation, and you tried to lip read, but could only make up a few nonsensical words before they disappeared out of your view. a man walked by with his disgruntled teen daughter, headphones pulled over her ears with an annoyed grimace. once again, it looked like the father was saying something, but you had no idea what.

after a few more people walked past, you saw someone who actually…caught your eye. it was a tall blonde woman, hair weaved neatly into a braid that rested on her right shoulder. she had on a black tshirt that showed of her toned arms, and grey cargo pants with green grass stains on them. you tried to glance at her face, but she was facing the side. all you could really see was the outline of her curved nose, and the soft shape of her lips. her side profile looked perfectly carved, like a statue. she had on black over the ear headphones too, and she was holding a leash to a big german shepherd. shes hot, and she has a dog? you subconsciously started fixing your hair, just in case she was walking in here. she stopped near the door, and you nearly pounced to greet her. but your excitement was cut short when you saw her walk slightly further, and pull out a small stack of papers and a roll of tape. was she putting up fliers?

you watched her place one on the light post outside your building, holding the tape in her mouth as she did so. you tried hard not to drool all over your desk as you watched her. you couldnt make out what the paper said as she walked away, and you wasted no time going outside to see what it was.

and when you finally approached it, you felt as god himself was giving you an offering. the flier read "abby anderson gardening services.” there was a small graphic of a pretty flower, and an even more captivating image of the woman who had put up the flier. abby, that’s a sweet name.

you quickly ripped off one of the small pieces of paper on the bottom of the flier, placing it in your sweater pocket before skipping back into your work gleefully. a hot girl who was gonna save you from your gardening dilemma? somebody pinch you.

abby hadn’t had the smallest confidence her plan had worked. her heart was practically beating out of her chest, and the questions kept on pouring in. did she even see? will she even notice? what if she did see, and she recognized me as the freak who was ogling her outside her house? she planned all this perfectly. she spent 3 hours last night making those stupid fliers. scrolling through a million different fonts, searching through her camera roll for good pictures, she needed it to be as believable as possible. she had parked her truck well out of view a few blocks away, carried extra fliers, and brought alice with her to try and hide her true intentions. normal gardener walking her dog and putting up fliers, thats all she was. definitely not a weirdo that saw a girl pruning her front yard and got so hot and bothered that she devised a whole plan that would maybe get her to call her.

she shook her head, practically trying to shake away her thoughts, and she kept on walking.

you were telling yourself that you’d call her right when you got off work.

and after sitting on your bed for 5 minutes staring at her number typed into your phone, it was tomorrow.

and then tomorrow, it was the day after that.

the fear made absolutely no sense to you. you’re calling a gardener! whats the worst shes gonna say? ‘oh no, im not gardening for you because you’re stupid and also im going to run you over with my lawn mower.’ its her job to do this!! you had even saved her number in your phone as “hot gardener” so you wouldn’t forget her.

you were silently hoping that youd see her around somewhere. she’d approach you, start some dumb conversation, suddenly bring up the fact that shes a gardener, and then you get your “really? i’ve been looking for one!” moment. perfect meet cute.

but its like she vanished into thin air.

every time you went to work, or even out shopping, you were dolled up for no reason. wearing shirts with extra cleavage, making sure you have on lipgloss constantly, you were not taking any chances. even when you were doing the most mundane activities, you swiped on a layer of mascara before you left the house. just in case. but your luck wasn’t striking you at all. does she not live in the neighborhood?

abby definitely lived in the neighborhood. after checking her flier and seeing a missing phone number, she spent the whole night waiting for her phone to ring. she did anything and everything to try and keep her busy, which included cleaning her entire apartment and stalking your instagram. you had posted a picture of your cat on your story. cute.

after almost 5 hours of waiting around, she was pacing around her living room like a tiger in captivity. every notification she got she pounced at her phone, but she was continuously disappointed. no manny, i don’t want to go out tonight. dont ever text my phone again and also i hate you.

it was around 12:45 when her phone finally rang. she picked up instantly, barely letting it ring. she cleared her throat and tried to feign nonchalance in her voice. but instead of your sweet voice asking about her lawn, it was a telemarketer. she threw her phone on the couch and collapsed on her floor. it was gonna be a long night..

the next day, she knew she needed to check on you. what if something had happened? or, worse, what if you weren’t even the one who took the phone number? she came back the same way she did the first time she saw you, driving a liiiittle too slow past the vet office. and low and behold, you were perfectly fine. sat at the front desk talking to some girl with a cat. and when she looked at the flier, there was still only one slip missing. maybe you forgot?

she drove away, a childish pout on her face. it was pathetic , really.

when she was at the grocery store on the second day of waiting , that she definitely didn’t drive an extra five minutes to because it was close to you, she nearly had a heart attack when she saw you in the cereal aisle. cute hoodie and shorts on with your hair down. you seemed like you were having a hard time deciding between two cereals, holding the boxes next to each other and squinting. she imagined herself going up to you and delivering some smooth one liner about cereal that she was still trying to come up with, and carrying your groceries and you to your car. but as much as she wanted to, she kept her distance. heavily. she was looking around every five minutes like a shoplifter so she wouldn’t bump into you.

but not touching didn’t mean she couldn’t look. she saw you finally chuck the fruity pebbles into your basket, squeeze half the mangos on the display before picking one, and you last minute deciding to buy a pack of gum when you were checking out. she tried her hardest to not be jealous of the scrawny bag boy you smiled at, and when she finally saw you check out, she remembered she was supposed to be getting stuff for dinner. shit.

and the day after that, when she stopped at the gas station by your street because it was ‘cheaper’, she recognized your beetle in two seconds. she watched you step into the little mini market, clad in a pair of jean shorts and a random t shirt from a theme park , and she watched you walk out with a bag of hot cheetos as she pumped her gas. she had gotten a closer look at your bumper stickers, and she saw a small heart with a sunset flag. she couldn’t help but do a little fist pump when she got in her car.

none of her research was giving her any clarity though. she kept driving past her flier, day after day, and not a single other person had picked up a slip. was it even you who took it? are you gonna hire some other stupid gardener you found on your phone?

and on the third day, she had stayed home. she was beginning to give up hope you’d ever call, and she would never make a move first. especially if you had accidentally seen her on one of her little ventures. so, she cleaned her house again. she even dusted, thats how bored she was. the thoughts of you were constantly plaguing her. she almost took up mannys offer to go out tonight, try and get her mind off things.

but her mind stayed in the exact same place. her mind replayed the memory of you in the lawn yet again. she remembered the sweat dripping down your chest, the way your shorts were riding right up your thighs. she shoved her hand down her pants and imagined that they were yours.

she remembered how nice and smooth your voice sounded on the videos she saw. even though you never said much, even her imagining it made her even wetter. she kept rubbing her middle finger up and down her clit, picturing you whispering in her ear.

“you’re such a fucking creep. you keep watching me at work, following me around, and now you’re fucking yourself to me? we’ve never even met. you’re acting like a desperate slut for some random girl, you’re not embarrassed?”

the dialogue she was imagining in her head was getting her further and further. she almost imagined you saying it, the voice being strange and inconsistent to her. still, she moved faster, hearing the noise her slick covered fingers made as she moved. she kept letting out heavy breaths, flexing her hips upwards onto her hand.

“you know, you could’ve just come up to talk to me. how pathetic are you? can’t even talk to a girl?”

she imagined your breath on her neck, watching her. if she focused enough, she could feel the indent in her bed of you next to her. she started moving even faster, letting out loud moans as she pressed down on her clit even harder. she arched her back as she did, pushing her head against her headboard. she could feel the pressure building in her lower stomach, and she was practically humping her hand. she got sweatier and sweatier, the blanket covering her lower half not making it any better.

“are you really this desperate? you could-“

abbys fantasy was interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing next to her. right when she was close. fuck. she nearly abandoned the phone call, but then the thought crossed her hazy mind. what if it was you?

so she wiped her hands on her boxers , took a deep breath, and answered her phone.

she tried not to get her hopes up, worried it might be another telemarketer. annoyed at the fact that she gave up cumming for some random person.

“hello? is this..-abby?”

[misaerabl]

Game On ; part 1

abby anderson smau

SUMMARY: After Jesse invites his team mate to game night and she wipes the floor with everyone in trivia, he adds her to the group chat. Abby fits right in, joining the banter like she’s always been part of the crew. Things take turn when she messages you about book recommendations. Was that really the reason, or was it just a way to talk to you? What starts as casual conversation soon feels a little different, leaving you wondering if there’s more to this than just a friendly chat.

WARNINGS: profanities, ignore time stamps, this is my first smau pls be nice

A/N: missing the abby anderson content so here...

[vifilms]

THE FIRST BITE!

pairing. rugby player!abby x fem!reader x rugby player!vi

the introduction. abby anderson, the co-captain of the legends. the thickest, strongest girl around and she sure does pull like it. then there’s vi, tragically pathetic unable to get a girlfriend vi, a co-captain with some of the past game in the pitch but can’t find any to save her life off the field. or will misfortune of missing keys bring the luck directly to her?

the two have done nothing but compete against each other from the day they were born. abby has been a big girl from a young age, taller than most, it didn’t take much for her to bulk up. her biceps bigger than the largest dumbells in the gym, thighs and legs strong enough to kill a man. it’s what made her a dominant force on the field. she’s a bull you’ll try like hell to doze over, but the task is nearly impossible.

then there’s violet.

she’s not as big or strong, but she’s quick. she relies on it for every match. gliding on the pitch like a leopard. it’s because of her sheer speed that the team has won so frequently. violet is also the painful thorn in abby’s side, why she isn’t the sole captain but co-captains. the best of the best coach sev says, the yin and yang of professional rugby.

abby isn’t too sure of it but she’s in it to win and for that it’s the only reason why a bond is forged between them. the hatred they have for each other becomes kinship, hours on the field bringing out the best in each other only makes them win and win, and fucking win. the surrounding districts wanting to know coach sev’s secret.

it’s friendship.

two weeks from the quarter finals, the pair decides to blow off steam and that’s when the real competition between them thrives. until recently, abby had been happily taken, violet didn’t have to compete with the beefcake. even if she’d never admit it, abby makes her feel insecure. she’s smart, kind, and seriously ripped.

the amount of girls she turns town in one night at the local bar, seraphites, makes her wanna shrivel into a ball until all she feels is the a black hole swallowing her essence whole.

but now abby is single and god, vi will cry into her pillow if another girl she thinks is pretty leaves home with abby.

“don’t feel so bad. most wouldn’t last this long with me around.”

“yeah, i feel so grateful to still be here.”

abby chuckles as she playfully punches at vi’s shoulder.

“i’ll throw you a solid tonight then, the after party after quarter finals, i won’t munch all night and you know how hard that is for me.” abby playfully pouts.

“oh, really? how pitiful. that’s actually worse than competing with you. a sympathy thrown one night stand.”

abby harmlessly puts her hands up, taking a sip from her chilled beer. immediately, the bartender starts chatting up with her and abby starts being abby. it infuriates her how little the broad blonde has to try. she slips into this girl every damn gay girl in town eats up like a midnight snack.

each time, she starts it off slow. easy. throwing a compliment your way, if that bite into the bait, they always touch her hand, her arm, or stroke the vein protruding from her bicep. abby shamelessly flirts until they’re giggling, nearly putty in her hands.

a couple hours later, the two of them are leaving but vi is walking home alone while abby is entering a cab with the breathtaking bartender who’s shift has just conveniently ended.

it’s the only night she’s thankful abby left. it’s then she realizes as she attempts to get in her shared apartment with blondie that she’s keyless and no way to get into her apartment. the office is closed and she is so severely fucked.

vi doesn’t realize that’s she just sitting there like an idiot staring until a stranger’s voice pulls her out of it.

“any luck with your mind warping powers or are you keyless?”

vi jumps at the voice, locking eyes with the most gorgeous person she’s ever seen in her life. it doesn’t help you are wearing the shortest skirt she’s ever seen, cleavage spilling out of your top and she admires the white sheer top you’re wearing.

she feels a tad breathless.

that has nothing to with you.

just her predicament.

totally.

“do you have a roommate to call?”

vi comes to it and she murmurs and soft yeah, trying to not make eye contact with the goddess she somehow has managed to embarrass herself over.

quickly, she dials abby’s number, waiting for her to pick up not, once, not twice, but three times. damn fucker is munching right now, vi swears to herself.

but she didn’t say it to herself, she said it out loud where the girl of dreams is giggling as she speed texts abby, trying to evoke a response from her.

“indisposed and munching?” you ask, you’re smirking and vi is blushing.

“yeah, her favorite extra curricular activity and she does it exceedingly fast.”

“is it yours too?”

shit.

oh my fucking shit.

are you hitting on her?

no. that’s not humanly possible for someone like you to be hitting on someone as tragic as her. vi’s convinced it’s just because abby isn’t here. that’s all. her cockblocking stunner of a best friend isn’t here to make her life sufferable but the way you’re eyeing her up like a hot piece of meat should make her feel slightly objectified if you she wasn’t doing the exact same thing.

“right girl, right munch.”

it’s the dumbest thing vi’s ever said but you laugh. offering her a spot on your couch and she’s eternally grateful for. you even have a pair of shorts and a spare t-shirt that she can sleep in. she’s eternally grateful she doesn’t have to sit outside her apartment alone for god knows how long waiting for abby to be done with her seven course meal.

violet planned to actually sleep but then you play a vinyl record on the turntable and it just so happens to be vi’s favorite and she can’t stop telling about every song on the record. she’s so animated as she talks, her powder hues vibrant as she goes into the lyrics she loves the most, what songs made her cry first listen and the songs that still make her cry to this day.

you’re looking at her the way vi’s always wanted to be look at. before either of you know it, four albums later, it’s nearly four in the morning and you’re leaning in close to her, so much so vi isn’t sure she can even breath. a vibrant pink strand gets twirled around your finger.

“know about all your favorite albums but not a name to the pretty face.”

“violet. or vi. whatever you prefer.” vi struggles to breathe even further as your lips ghost over hers.

“what do you prefer?”

“violet.”

you take a pause, licking your lips, slightly crazing violet’s lips. she looks a like a deer in headlight, terrified to make the first move but you like how shy she is, how she voices the thoughts she isn’t meant to. there’s a sweetness you want to sink your teeth into like cotton candy.

“violet it is then.”

putting her out of her own misery, your soft lips mold with hers and you’re dominant from the start. placing a delicate hand on her throat, claiming her with your tongue as you devour her whole. it’s hot and heavy. the clashing of teeth, the pulls at her pink hair, and violet can’t help but bring you closer to her.

still wearing this insufferably short skirt, vi smooths her touch over your soft thighs beneath the fabric. the two of you getting lost in each other until it’s all abruptly stops. she’s funneling her under the hem of your shirt, playing with the buttons until she absentmindedly plucks one open.

“fuck—” you curse, trying to maintain your compose but violet plucks another button and your perfect tits spill out of the material.

“yeah?” violet smirks, not being nearly as innocent as she appears.

“time to put that extra curricular to use then. let’s see how munch of a munch you can be.”

rayray’s nonsense. UM HI IDEK KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS. um. yeah. abby x vi are my favs and i'm forcing this on everyone but i also fuck with it??? idek. this is a crazy midnight kinda post, spur of the moment if you will. gonna try not to get tew in my head 'bout this. that's for future me to deal with BUT ALSO DO WE FUCK WITH IT???? only time will tell. ALRIGHT. let me work on this mega long vi fic i got going on .... byeeeeee ♡

[r3starttt]

STOCKINGS

PAIRING: Abby x Reader

SUMMARY: You made her a stocking

CW: tlou universe. sfw. fluff. lev included!! cs Abby is such a boy mom and ughh cute.

NOTE: For this fic Abby did not try to go and look for the fireflies again so the last fight with Ellie did not happen.

*Can you tell I love acts of service... can you tell I wrote this while listening to music for indigo...

TAGLIST: @twopeoplee @greysontheidiot @sapphic-ovaries @bilsvlt @tlouloser @marsworlddd @1-800-fantasy @prwttiestbunny @thesevi0lentdelights @lvlymicha @stickycherritart @abbys-muscles @lott6i @usuck @thalchmy @lovelyy-moonlight @fakevalentine

The cold floor hit your bare feet as you tiptoed your way toward a small chair near the bed, reaching for an old hoodie to shield yourself from the chill. Abby was still asleep, her steady breathing and quiet snoring letting you know she was deeply wrapped in the comfort of her cocoon. You didn’t have much time, though—she would wake the second the bed grew too cold and her arm could no longer find you, desperately pulling you closer to warm herself.

She lay on her stomach, one arm draped across the mattress, reaching into the warmth you’d left behind. The white sheet beneath her, its soft folds matching the pine-green ones above, held her gently. Loose strands of hair from her thick braid fell against the sides of her face, barely brushing her skin with each soft exhale. Her eyebrows, usually so bold, were peacefully soft, and her lips—plump and rosy—mirrored the flush of her cheeks. You couldn’t resist leaving a soft kiss near her ear, a gentle touch before you left the room.

Each step toward the door made you regret not putting on socks last night—maybe Abby’s old slippers would do. With your steps now messy and hesitant, you made your way downstairs. The worn wood creaked slightly beneath you, the house itself groaning in the quiet of the morning.

You had eventually made yourselves comfortable in this small house nestled in the heart of the woods, large enough for the three of you—Abby, Lev, and yourself. Together, you had worked tirelessly to make it a safe and secure place, not just from the infected, but from other, more dangerous people. You had made it a home.

You ensured that everyone felt welcome, particularly Lev. You took every opportunity to talk with him, to teach him what he hadn’t yet learned, and to share the things you loved—books, music, art—while helping him discover his own interests. And with Abby, your love deepened with every day she returned from her small patrols, always bringing back something for Lev—a plushie or a trinket—and for you, perhaps a new vinyl to play. She would ask you to show her the record, and later, you would listen together, the soothing classical music filling the house while you shared a quiet dinner.

As the months passed and your future materialized in the present, you found yourself gathering small gifts. It would be Lev’s first holiday, and Abby’s too, at least with you. The first time you would all celebrate Christmas together. You wanted it to be special, a way of thanking them for everything they had done for you. All the words Lev had shared when he realized you were just as broken as he was, and how, despite it all, he allowed you into his life. And Abby—your way of giving her the love she had always shown you, in the form of the most precious gift.

You knew Abby would appreciate it—celebrating the season was something she had learned from her father. She had told you once that receiving a gift was the way she could feel loved, a reminder that she was not a monster. And you wanted to show her that—wanted to remind her that she was seen, that she was loved, and that you all had each other.

Since the weather had turned colder, you’d offered to join in the patrols, even begging Abby to let you go outside. She always insisted it was too dangerous, but you knew you could take care of yourself, and somehow, you managed to sneak out on occasion. You gathered small things—some fabric, trinkets, and a few essentials. And when Abby took Lev to care for the animals you’d gathered, or when she napped after lunch, you’d use your quiet time to craft their gifts.

It wasn’t too difficult, given that they were often busy—Abby tending to the animals or decorating the little pine tree you’d dragged home from the nearby woods, with Abby’s approval, of course. You had to be careful, though, not to trust too easily that they would be distracted. But it worked.

The sight before you made your stomach flutter, like a child eager with excitement. Three stockings hung from the mantle, each chosen with care—yours in the middle. Beneath the homemade tree, a few gifts waited for everyone—unwrapped, because there wasn’t enough paper, but neatly arranged, placed with care just as the stockings were.

The next task was to light the fire, to warm the house and prepare breakfast, just as you had for months. It was small, but it had become part of your routine—after all, lunch and dinner were a family affair, something you all shared.

Once the food was ready, you made your way upstairs. The light from the cloudy sun streamed through the windows, warming the house with its yellow hues. You returned to the bed, noting that Abby was still asleep—though not for long, it seemed, as her lips were slightly parted and her breathing had shifted into quiet mumbling. You sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand and brushing the stray hairs from her face before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Abby... Abs—baby?" you murmured, tracing soft circles on her back, the rhythm calming her as her mumbling slowed.

"Abby..."

Her eyes opened slowly, clearly disoriented by the nightmare and the sudden waking, but you were quick to soothe her. "Shh, I’m here... It’s alright. You were dreaming."

She grasped your hand, groaning quietly before turning to face you, her face flushed with the softness of sleep, her lips plump and cheeks full. The sight made you smile, warmth blooming in your chest.

"Merry Christmas," she murmured, trying to pull you back into bed.

You chuckled softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Not yet..."

She rolled her eyes, laughing softly. "Is Lev awake yet?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep as she rubbed her eyes.

"I haven’t checked, but... probably not," you hummed in response, pausing to study her, to savor this moment of quiet contentment with the woman you loved. A slow, peaceful morning like this was a dream come true for many—and here you were, living it.

"Breakfast’s ready," you added, patting her stomach lightly.

You leaned in for a kiss, despite her typical aversion to those unshowered, still-groggy moments. But you couldn’t care less—she was the woman you loved, in all her unrefined beauty, even in these fleeting moments.

"See you downstairs, alright?" you murmured, pressing another kiss to her forehead.

She nodded, but you knew her well.

"Abigail... I’m serious."

She laughed quietly, rolling over and letting her arms fall to her sides as she stretched out. You left the door open as you moved to the curtains, letting the light in while ensuring Abby wouldn’t fall asleep again. You then made your way to Lev’s room, the blue walls of his space greeting you.

He was tangled in blankets, his back to you, but you gently brushed his shoulder, calling out in a soft whisper.

"Lev... morning."

"Morning," he murmured, his eyes still closed.

You smiled, the privilege of caring for this young boy—who still had so much ahead of him—filling your heart.

"Breakfast is ready, alright? Take your time." You caressed his shoulder before stepping out of his room, hearing Abby’s groan as she dramatically climbed from the bed.

"Did you take my shoes?" she called out loudly, too much for the quiet of the morning.

"Yep! I took your slippers," you teased, and Abby laughed quietly in response. She was falling in love with you all over again.

You went downstairs, retracing your steps from earlier, and settled on the couch, waiting for them to come down. Neither of them knew about the stockings or the gifts—it was supposed to be a small, intimate gesture, a simple way of celebrating the season. Just making food together, exchanging small self-made gifts—maybe a letter.

But as much as you were excited, there was a hint of anxiety too. What if it was too much? What if they didn’t like what you had chosen?

"What is that?" Abby’s voice broke you from your thoughts, and you turned to find her standing at the foot of the stairs, still in her pajamas, holding the railing for support.

Her eyes, illuminated in the soft morning light, met yours—she looked so precious.

"Did you seriously make us a stocking?" she whispered, so amused she barely seemed to believe it. Maybe she thought she was still dreaming.

"I did," you said, standing and moving toward her.

"You told me once that you wished someone loved you enough to make you one. I do... I love you."

The words hit her, and you watched as she fought back tears, her jaw clenching, her teeth biting at her bottom lip before she looked back at you.

"I didn’t... Come here." She opened her arms, and you stepped into them, feeling the weight of the moment settle in.

She buried her face in your neck, wrapping her arms around you as all her emotions—fear, love, anxiety—washed over her.

You were real, and so was this. She had someone who listened, who remembered her words, who cared enough to create something special—something that said, "I love you."

And as much as she feared that this day might bring painful memories of her father, the love that surrounded her now was taking up more space. This was hers—this love was real, and it was for her.

You felt Lev coming downstairs, his confused expression slowly softening as understanding spread across his face. You had told him about the stockings, explained what they meant one evening when you and Abby had talked about Christmas traditions.

Lev hesitated, cradling the fabric of the stocking in his hands. He peeked inside, then looked up at you for reassurance. With a nod from you, he carefully pulled out each gift, his eyes brightening with quiet joy.

There was nothing extravagant or meaningful in the traditional sense—but the gifts held things they liked, things they could use, things they wanted. They weren’t

about purpose, but about love. They were a reminder that you saw them, that you loved them, and that they were always safe in your arms.

[evabby]

toxic!abby cooking you dinner .

a/n : for this request ! i also kind of extended it because why not

the apartment smelled faintly of burnt garlic, mingling with the subtle hum of the ceiling fan.

abby stood at the stove, her shoulders tense, jaw clenched as she stirred the sauce with unnecessary force.

steam rose around her, adding to the heat in the small kitchen, and a muttered curse escaped her lips as she noticed the sauce beginning to sputter.

from the doorway, you hesitated, shifting nervously on your feet. you fidgeted with the hem of your sweater, your voice soft when you finally spoke.

“abby, do you want me to help?”

“i said i’ve got it,” abby snapped without looking up, her tone sharp.

the words stung, but you knew better than to push.

instead, you quietly stepped back, your gaze dropping to the floor as you lingered near the table.

abby’s bad moods had become familiar, though they still made your chest ache.

a few minutes later, abby turned off the stove with a loud clink and grabbed two plates from the counter.

she divided the pasta between you in rushed, uneven portions, her movements rough and frustrated.

without a word, she carried the plates over to the table and set one down in front of you a bit too firmly before slumping into her chair.

“well?” abby said, crossing her arms as she watched you with a hard stare.

“go on,” she said. “tell me it’s awful.”

you picked up your fork, twirling the pasta slowly as you took a tentative bite. the sauce was smoky—almost burnt—but not entirely unpleasant.

you glanced up at abby, who was staring at you expectantly, her arms crossed over her chest.

“it’s not bad,” you said, your voice light.

abby rolled her eyes. “yeah, okay. sure.”

“no, really,” you insisted, though your tone was far too sweet to be convincing. “it’s.. different. in a good way—“

abby let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “you’re a terrible liar.”

you offered a small, apologetic smile.

“i appreciate that you tried. it’s sweet.”

abby blinked at you, the words catching her off guard. “sweet?” she scoffed, leaning back in her chair. “yeah, okay. don’t get used to it baby. i’m not cut out for this domestic shit.”

you smiled faintly, not pushing the moment further. you took another bite, savouring it more for abby’s effort than the taste. you ate in silence after that, the clinking of forks against plates the only sound in the room.

when you were done, abby grabbed the plates and carried them to the sink, stacking them haphazardly. “i’ll deal with those later,” she muttered.

“are you sure? i can clean up—”

“i said i’ll do it,” abby interrupted, though her tone was less harsh this time.

you nodded, letting it drop. you watched as abby wiped her hands on a dish towel and then tossed it onto the counter before turning to leave the kitchen.

“you coming?” abby asked over her shoulder, her voice gruff but quieter now.

you hesitated before following her into the living room.

abby flopped onto the couch, stretching her long legs across the cushions. she grabbed her phone from the coffee table and began scrolling aimlessly, her other arm draped over the backrest. the tension from earlier seemed to have eased slightly, but there was still an air of restlessness about her.

you sat down carefully on the opposite end of the couch, tucking your legs beneath you. you stayed quiet, glancing at abby from time to time as the soft glow of the tv illuminated the room.

abby’s hair was down now, falling loosely around her shoulders in uneven waves. you found yourself staring.

“you know,” you said softly, breaking the silence, “your hair looks really pretty like that.”

abby glanced at you, one eyebrow raised. “like what? a mess?”

“no,” you said quickly, your cheeks flushing. “it’s nice. it reminds me of the braid you always wear. the fishtail.”

abby frowned slightly, her gaze shifting to the floor. “my dad liked it. said it made me look put together.”

you hesitated before sliding a little closer. “you could teach me how to do it. i’ve never been good at braiding.”

abby snorted, her lips twitching into a faint smirk. “you want me to teach you how to braid? you’re serious?”

you nodded. “only if you want to. it’s okay if you don’t.”

abby sighed, setting her phone down and gesturing for you to come closer. “come here sweet girl,”

you shifted eagerly, letting abby take your hands. abby’s larger, calloused hands guided you through the motions, her touch surprisingly gentle despite her rough demeanour.

“you’re twisting it wrong,” abby muttered, her brow furrowed in concentration. “here—cross it over like this. see?”

you bit your lip, focusing intently as you followed abby’s instructions. “i’m terrible at this,” you mumbled, laughing nervously.

“you’re not,” abby said, her tone softer now. “just need practice.”

when you finished, the braid was uneven and a little messy, but you felt a sense of accomplishment.

“not bad,” abby admitted, running her fingers lightly over the braid.

you smiled shyly.

you stayed on the couch, abby pulling you close as you settled into the quiet hum of the evening. the television flickered softly in the background, but neither of you were paying much attention.

as you rested your head against abby’s chest, you felt the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath her cheek. without thinking, you murmured,

“i love you.”

abby stiffened, her hand freezing mid-stroke along your arm. the words seemed to hang in the air, heavier than they should have been.

“you don’t have to say that,” abby said finally, her voice low and uncertain.

“‘m not saying it because i have to,” you replied, lifting your head to look at abby. “i’m saying it because it’s true.”

abby’s jaw tightened, her gaze flickering away. “people say things they don’t mean all the time.”

“i mean it,” you said firmly, your hand reaching up to cup abby’s cheek. “i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t.”

abby closed her eyes, leaning into the touch despite herself. “you’re too good for me angel.”

“you’re good for me too,” you whispered, your voice steady. “even if.. even if you don’t see it yet.”

abby didn’t reply, but her arm tightened around you, pulling you closer.

masterlist

[rheeblogs]

★ — ABBY ANDERSON MOODBOARD:

— trucker!abby x fem!gas station clerk

★ — abby was one hell of a woman. she came by often while she was working, grabbing a pack of marlboro's and a water every time she made a pit stop for gas. she always made sure she complimented you at least once, the deep v-lined cropped tanks you wore, paired with the shortest of shorts, making her damn near salivate by the sight of you. she was willing to let you take a ride one day, in more than just her truck.

🏷️ — @rosemariiaa

[celeryb1tch]

UGHHHHH

making out with abby in her car while it’s raining outside after you two had just hotboxed tf outta it, deftones blasting in the background with your guys softs moans filling the car as you’re perched on top of her thigh grinding slowly against her while she’s also grinding against your knee that’s slotted between her thighs. her hands on both sides of your hips helping you grind harder on her, your hands tangled up in her blonde hair that was once a neat braid but is now a mess, with some strands framing her freckled face.

ANYWAYSSSSS i need that woman so bad yall

[pearlcigs]

⋆ 2k special!

note ⋆ im so so so grateful for all of u im glad u all enjoy my work it makes me happy that creating and doing what i love makes other people happy 2k is so crazy like TWO THOUSAND people wanna keep up w what im posting im blushing omg so as to my thanks to all of u cuties we are doing an event!!! pls send things in or i'll cry AND YES!!!!! dealer!ellie is coming guys dont u fret anyway idfk what theme i was going for i just started doing shit and ran w it

event rules ⋆ same rules as regular requests apply. the event will be open from december 30th until january 6th. so u can request between those days, will i get to them between those days? we will surely see! any req from after january 6th will be kindly ignored, ily for participating tho. tlou, arcane, and resident evil are valid to be requested, cod is not. i don't write for that anymore i fear. any of the writing things will be short (unless i really fw ur req then i'll do as i please LMAO)

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[joelscoffeee]

I just know these are the type of pictures abby would be sending whenever she finished at the gym or maybe if she just wanted to get your attention 😋

[chai-berries]

features a reader that is exclusively chubby/fat and femme. requested by anon. this is not the final version of said request. i just really love this and wanted to share 🎀

In this scenario, Abby is immediately head-over-heels for you right from the beginning but you keep turning her down because you think Abby is just playing around and doesn't actually mean anything by it. At one point, Abby gets annoyed and tired of you giving her half-assed excuses on why she can’t take you on a date. Eventually, she comes to your house and confesses her feelings and swears to you that they are true.

“And if you truly do not like me like that, I will stop asking and we can just be… friends.” The word looks quite painful for her to say.

You stand there in the pause after her confession, just overwhelmed in the best way possible. You can’t help but ask “Wait really? Do you truly like me? No joking?"

Abby's heart breaks at the sadness and disbelief in your voice. “Yeah! The moment I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

Abby slowly gets closer to you as she says this until her hand is able to lay on your cheek. You don’t flinch like you were known to do, your body constantly preparing itself for rejection. She gently brushes her thumb over the apple of your cheek, feeling the soft skin. “I just want you to know that your weight means little to nothing to me. I am not bothered by that. I am bothered by the way you feel about your body. I don’t know how you don’t see it but you are so fucking gorgeous, like holy shit. And you’re so kind and funny and pretty, and your impression of stitch from lilo and stitch shouldn’t be as cute as you make it.” She’s trying to joke, to make you smile. You give her a small one. That’s enough for her, for now.

You feel your eyes get glossy and your nose starts to tingle. Abby catches this and takes her other hand to fully cup your face. She holds your gaze. “I really, really, really like you… So what do you say?”

You laugh wetly, your face still in Abby's hands. You move your own and use them to keep hers firm but soft against your face.

”I really, really, really like you too! I’m sorry I kept turning you down," Abby makes a face at your apology but doesn’t interrupt you. “I don’t have the best history with dating, in fact I've never really dated. I went out with two different people freshman year and they both somehow ended with me inhaling a pint of Ben and Jerry’s”. You both laugh at that, both of you favored the brand over any others. Another thing in common you’ve learned about each other. “It ruined the idea of dating for me.

“And then I met you, and you were so sweet and I wanted to say yes the first time you asked me. I wanted to assume that the first hang out was a date, but it felt too good to be true, I don't know." Abby's hands move from your face to hold your hands.

“You’re too good to be true,” she whispers and kisses the knuckles on each of your hands. You cannot stop the soft sigh you let out at the gesture. “I'm sorry you felt that way. But I promise you, I think you’re so beautiful and,” Abby’s face suddenly reddens. “I think you’re pretty fucking hot too!”

You laugh and go to hide your face in her body, but Abby catches your gaze. She intertwines your fingers with hers, swinging them between you both. “I'm being so serious, like holy shit you're so gorgeous! And for no reason, like what-”

You smile and tug your joined hands before her tangent of compliments really gets going. ”Okay, stop, I get it.”

”I’m not gonna stop telling you that. I’ll pause for now because I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, but I plan on replacing every bad thought with good thoughts because you are worth it. Understand?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Abby nods quickly. “Good. Now, will you please go on a date with me? A proper one, with romantic intentions and if I'm lucky, a kiss at the end.” You laugh at Abby's goofy grin and over-exaggerated wink.

You nod in affirmation, “Yes, I'll go on a date with you.”

Abby thrusts her fist in the air, letting out a quiet “yesss” which makes you laugh even more, which is exactly what Abby wanted to do. Your happiness is everything to her.

[misaerabl]

cute abby new years fic pleaseee

“New Year, Same Feelings”

A/N: wrote this on my phone on the way to my aunts house, not proofread! (ALSO PLS SEND ME MORE REQUESTS!)

The WLF base had its own way of celebrating. It wasn’t glamorous—just dimly lit hallways crammed with people, cheap beer passed from hand to hand, and music loud enough to drown out the war-torn world outside. Despite the chaos, there was a strange comfort in it. People laughed, cheered, and lived like tomorrow wasn’t a question mark.

You stood near the wall, nursing a drink and watching it all unfold. The party felt distant, even with the noise and movement pressing in on all sides. It wasn’t the kind of scene you usually gravitated toward, but Abby had insisted you come.

Speaking of Abby, she was impossible to miss. Center stage, as always, her laughter rose above the din, loud and infectious as she arm-wrestled one of the newer recruits. She won, of course, sending her opponent stumbling back with a playful shove before raising her arms in victory. People cheered, and she soaked it in, grinning like she owned the place.

But then her gaze flicked over to you.

You stiffened under her scrutiny, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she handed off her beer to someone and started weaving through the crowd toward you. Her cheeks were flushed—not just from exertion but from the alcohol she’d been steadily consuming all night.

“Hey, you,” she greeted, plopping into the seat next to you without waiting for an invitation. Her voice was warm, slightly slurred. “You’ve been over here all night. What’s up with that?”

“Just enjoying the view,” you said, raising your glass in a half-hearted toast.

Abby smirked, leaning back in her chair and stretching her legs out in front of her. “You mean the view of me kicking everyone’s ass? Go on, admit it. You’re impressed.”

“I think you’ve had too much to drink,” you teased, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Not an answer,” she countered, her tone playful but her gaze intent.

You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, she tilted her head, her expression softening in a way that caught you off guard.

“Do you ever think about me?” she asked suddenly, her voice quieter now.

You frowned, caught off guard. “What?”

“When I’m not around,” she clarified, still watching you. “Do you ever... I don’t know. Wonder what I’m doing? Or think about me at all?”

The question sent your thoughts spinning. “Abby, you’re drunk,” you said carefully.

“Doesn’t mean I’m lying,” she shot back, her brow furrowing. “Come on, just answer me. Do you?”

You hesitated. It wasn’t the kind of question you could brush off with a joke, and Abby, drunk or not, wasn’t the type to let it go.

“Yeah,” you admitted finally, your voice low. “I think about you.”

She blinked, like she hadn’t expected you to actually answer. Then she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Good,” she murmured, her grin returning, softer this time. “Because I think about you all the damn time. And it’s driving me crazy.”

Your stomach twisted. This wasn’t the Abby you were used to—the confident, steady presence who never let her guard down. This was raw, unfiltered Abby, her usual walls stripped away by the alcohol.

“Abby...”

“I’m serious,” she interrupted, sitting up straighter. “Do you have any idea what it’s like? Seeing you every day, trying to act normal when all I wanna do is—”

She stopped herself, running a hand through her hair and letting out a frustrated sigh. “You know what? Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Wait—”

“No, really,” she insisted, standing abruptly. “This was stupid. I’m just drunk and saying stupid things, so let’s just pretend—”

“Abby, stop.”

She froze, her wide eyes meeting yours. The noise around you seemed to fade as you stepped closer, your heart pounding in your chest.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” you said, your voice steady despite the chaos inside you.

The countdown started in the background—ten seconds to midnight. Abby’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but the vulnerability in her gaze didn’t waver.

“You mean that?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Yeah,” you said. “I mean it.”

The countdown reached its climax, and the room erupted into cheers as the clock struck midnight. People shouted, laughed, kissed—but all you could focus on was Abby.

She let out a shaky laugh, her breath misting in the cold air. “New year,” she said, a hint of her usual humor creeping into her tone. “Same feelings, huh?”

You smiled, the tension in your chest easing just a little. “Something like that.”

Abby laughed again, this time more genuine, and before you could overthink it, you reached out, your hand brushing against hers.

“Let’s talk about this again tomorrow,” you said softly. “When you’re sober.”

She nodded, her fingers curling around yours. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

For now, though, it was enough just to be here, together, standing at the edge of something new.

[belaheart]

temptation.

abby x religious!reader cw: sexual tension, religious conflict. 1200 words.

the gym was supposed to be a place of clarity, where you could lose yourself in the rhythm of your routine and clear your mind. but lately, it had become a battleground for your thoughts. every day, you found yourself fighting an internal war, one that you weren't sure you could win. it wasn't the weights that weighed you down, but the undeniable pull you felt towards abby anderson.

abby wasn't just strong, she was everything. her muscles, the way her body moved with such power and precision, the way she walked with that effortless confidence - it all captivated you. and you couldn't stop watching her. you told yourself it was just admiration, but deep down, you knew it was more than that.

you tried to push the thoughts away. you were raised to believe in purity, in keeping your mind and body in check. your faith told you that these desires weren't right, that they conflicted with the values you held so close. but abby? abby was a temptation you couldn't ignore.

"hey, i've noticed you staring" abby's voice cut through your toughts, and you snapped your head up, caught in the act.

her smirk was playful, almost teasing. she was standing right in front of you, that cocky confidence radiating from her. she knew exactly what she was doing. "what's the matter, can't take your eyes off me?"

your face flushed, and you immediately looked down, trying to cover your embarrassment. "n-no, i wasn't staring" you stammered, your voice trembling just a little.

abby laughed, the sound rich and smooth. "don't lie to me. i've been working out here for a while, and i know when someone's checking me out" she leaned in closer, just enough to make your heart race. "it's okay, you know. i'd be lying if i said i didn't notice the way you look at me"

you swallowed hard, trying to find the words to respond. it was like she was challenging you, pushing you to admit something you weren't ready to say aloud. you knew she could see right through you. "i wasn't— i just-" your words stumbled over each other, your mind racing to make sense of the situation. "im trying to focus on my workout" you finally, managed to mutter.

"yeah? well, your 'focus' seems to be a little distracted by me. i can't help but notice how you keep looking in my direction." her voice dropped a little lower, more intimate, as if she was sharing a secret just for you. "don't worry, i'm used to it. i can be pretty hard to ignore."

you felt your heart skip a beat. everything about the way she spoke to you, the way she held herself, was sending your pulse racing. you couldn't deny it anymore. abby was right. you couldn't take your eyes off her. but the guilt gnawed at you, the voices in your head telling you this wasn't right. you had to push those thoughts away. this wasn't who you were supposed to be.

but abby wasn't giving you any room to breathe. she took a step closer, her body brushing against yours as she adjusted her position, her muscles flexing subtly under the tight tank top she wore. your breath caught in your throat, and you couldn't pull your gaze away.

"come on" she said, her tone now low and seductive. "you're here every day, staring at me, pretending you won't want this. don't pretend you dont like it” she reached out, her hand brushing lightly over your arm, sending an electric jolt through your body. "i see the way you look at me. it's obvious. so stop holding back"

you couldn't breathe. everything inside you screamed to step away, to remind yourself of what you were taught, of the values you'd worked so hard to uphold. but when abby touched you, when she spoke to you like that, all those thoughts started to blur, fading into the background. the only thing that mattered was her, standing so close, so confident, and so unbearably attractive.

"abby" you whispered, your voice barely audible, your heart pounding in your chest.

"i can't... i can't think like this. it's wrong"

abby chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "wrong? who told you that?" she leaned in just a little closer, her lips dangerously close to your ear. "im not here to make you feel bad about it. im just giving you a little taste of what you've been wanting" her voice dropped to a whisper.

"you can't deny it, you want me”

it was like everything inside you shattered. the guilt, the internal conflict, it all faded away in that moment. the tension between you was too much to resist. you reached out, your hand trembling as you touched her arm, the warmth of her skin setting your nerves alight.

"abby" you said again, this time your voice steady, though full of desire. "i can't keep pretending i'm not...feeling like this"

she smiled, a knowing, cocky smile, as if she'd already won. "good" she said, her fingers lightly tracing your jaw. "i was getting tired of waiting for you to admit it”

you hesitated for only a moment before leaning in, your lips brushing against hers. it was tentative at first, unsure, but as the kiss deepened, all your doubts, all your fears, melted away. abby's kiss was like a drug, intoxicating and powerful, and you couldn't get enough.

when you finally pulled away, your breath was ragged, your body trembling with a mixture of desire and guilt. but abby just looked at you, her smirk still in place, as if this was all part of the plan.

"you're not the only one who's been fighting it" she said softly, her hand gently caressing your cheek.

© belaheart 2024. all rights reserved.

[h3arts4abby]

bluecollar!abby x reader moodboard

“a healthy car means a happy rider.”

— 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 bluecollar!abby could be a handful sometimes. when she stopped by your apartment for a quick bite during her break, she would tell you about her ass-kissing coworkers or some fucker that came in and expected a service free of charge. her repairing cars for a living caused her to build callouses on her fingers and palms. compared to your small hands she loves holding them, the soft skin battling with the dirty, greasy, and used hands. when you had car troubles yourself, she wouldn’t hesitate to fix it up for ya’, with a price. she always wanted you to ride the car to make sure it was okay, additionally riding something else in the backseat to make sure the car held up under certain conditions.

[evabby]

— LOVE ME ANYWAY !

✧ bbf!abby anderson x reader ✧ wc . . 1137 ✧ developing feelings for abby anderson was never part of the plan. you’ve been told multiple times by your brother that she’s off limits — but the spark between you both is impossible to ignore, even if it risks her friendship with your brother and your family’s trust.

PROLOGUE > CHAPTER ONE

a/n : i’m so motivated to write yippeeeee prologueeee and yes i was listening to love me anyway on loop whilst writing this!!

the late summer air was thick with the smell of charcoal and the faint buzzing of bees. your backyard felt alive in the golden hour glow, the sun sinking low and covering everything in warm hues.

the sound of your brother’s voice carried over the hum of the grill as he flipped burgers, laughing at some inside joke abby had just made.

you sat at the picnic table, your soda clutched between your hands, watching the two of them interact.

it was the kind of easy camaraderie that came from years of friendship—a bond forged during their freshman year of college. they had been inseparable ever since.

your older brother ( by three years ), had always been protective of you. even when he teased you relentlessly, it was clear he’d do anything to keep you safe. he was outgoing, loyal—a natural leader who could walk into any room and gain attention.

his overprotective streak, however was so annoying to you. you wanted to go on a date? he’d find some way to call it off. you argued with one of your friends? you best believe he is going to their house to confront them.

abby was his counterpart in almost every way.

they met on the first day of college, bonding over their shared obsession with sports and the gym. where your brother was loud and charismatic, abby was steady and commanding. her confidence wasn’t the loud, showy kind—it was quiet, the kind that made people stop and take notice.

abby had been a part of your life since you were sixteen. she was there for family holidays, random weekend hangouts, and even a few late-night fast-food runs when your brother dragged you along.

you’d always seen her as this untouchable figure—confident, and a little intimidating. but to your brother, she was just abby: his best friend, his gym buddy, his partner in crime.

as you grew older, your perception of abby began to shift. it wasn’t one big moment—just small ones that added up over time. the way she smiled at you when your brother wasn’t looking, the way her teasing felt more personal, the way her presence made your stomach flutter.

but nothing could come of it. you knew that.

abby was off-limits, a fact your brother had made abundantly clear more than once. he trusted her, and he trusted you, but he was annoyingly protective of you both. the rule was simple: don’t cross that line.

still, you couldn’t help but notice her tonight. abby leaned casually against the patio railing, her blonde hair tied back in its usual braid, not one loose strand in sight. she wore a plain black tank top and jeans, with a relaxed frame.

“hey, you good over there?” your brother’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.

you blinked, realising you’d been staring at the table for far too long. “mhm, i’m fine,” you replied quickly, your voice a little too high-pitched.

abby’s sharp blue eyes flicked toward you, her smirk widening. “daydreaming again?” she teased, her voice warm and playful.

your brother didn’t catch her comment—he was too busy flipping burgers—but you felt your cheeks flush. “just zoned out,” you mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

abby chuckled softly, the sound low and almost too casual. it sent a shiver down your spine.

your brother and abby had always shared a banter-filled friendship. they bickered like siblings, sparred in the gym, and pushed each other to their limits. you’d spent years watching their dynamic unfold, marvelling at how well they balanced each other.

but what you hadn’t noticed until recently was how abby’s energy shifted when it was just the two of you.

as the evening wore on, the three of you settled into an easy rhythm. your brother kept the conversation flowing, cracking jokes and recounting stories from work. you chimed in here and there, but your focus kept slipping back to abby.

she laughed at your brother’s jokes, but there was something about her that felt.. distracted? her eyes lingered on you just a little too long, her smile shifting when your brother wasn’t looking.

eventually, your brother excused himself to grab more plates from the kitchen, leaving you and abby alone by the grill.

you shifted in your seat, suddenly hyper-aware of the silence between you. abby didn’t move right away, her eyes fixed on the glowing coals in front of her. then, slowly, she turned toward you, her smirk softening into something more genuine.

“so,” she said, her voice lower now, “you been keeping out of trouble?”

it was such a simple question, but the way she said it made your pulse quicken. you shrugged, trying to keep your tone casual. “yeah, i guess.”

abby tilted her head, her smirk returning. she hummed, looking over me before speaking. “trouble can be fun sometimes, y’know?”

you let out a soft laugh, hoping it sounded normal. “not really my thing.”

“no?” she asked, leaning a little closer. “i don’t know. i think you’ve got it in you.”

your heart thudded in your chest, the space between you shrinking. her tone was light, teasing, but her eyes were serious—sharp and focused, like she was testing you.

“pretty sure my brother would disagree,” you said, forcing a laugh to break the tension.

abby’s grin widened, but there was something softer in it now. “yeah, well. he doesn’t know everything, does he?”

the weight of her words hung in the air. for a moment, the only sound was the crackle of the grill and the distant hum of crickets. you opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. abby’s gaze held yours, unflinching, and you felt your breath hitch.

then, as if sensing you were about to crumble, she leaned back, her smirk playful once again. “relax,” she said, her tone lighter now. “i’m just messing with you.”

you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. “oh— right.”

but as abby turned her attention back to the grill, you couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t just teasing.

when your brother returned, abby was back to her usual self. your brother handed out plates and started serving food, oblivious to the tension that had filled the air in his absence.

for the rest of the evening, you tried to focus on anything other than abby, but it was impossible. every time she laughed or caught your eye, your stomach flipped.

your mind was spinning. abby had always been bold, always confident, but tonight felt different. the way she looked at you, the way she spoke—it was as if she was daring you to see her differently.

and as you watched her laugh at another one of your brother’s jokes, her eyes flicking to yours with that same teasing spark, you realised something: you already did.

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PROLOGUE > CHAPTER ONE

[look-me]

“𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺”

abby anderson x masc!reader

pt 3

all the chapters in my masterlist

TW: weed, sex, idk what else

Please don’t mind any grammar mistakes, and please keep in mind that English isn’t my native language. P.S. I’ve never written smut before. Also, I probably won’t correct any mistakes because I’m too lazy to do so.

When the car finally pulls up in front of Abby’s house, You don’t even bother to look at her as you unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door, stepping out into the cold night air.

Abby follows you, her presence like a weight behind you, but you don’t turn around. Not yet. You just keep walking toward the front door.

Inside, the house is quiet, too quiet. The faint glow of the kitchen light filters through the dark hallway, casting long shadows on the floor. Abby shuts the door behind you, the sound of it slamming echoing in the otherwise still house.

You glance back at her, your voice low, barely containing your fury. “What the hell is wrong with you, Abby?”

Her eyes narrow at you, the blue in her gaze like ice, hard and cold. “You think I’m the one with a problem?” she spits, her voice sharp as a blade. “You’re the one who started all this bullshit, playing games, running away from me. You kissed me, Y/N, and then you act like I’m the one who’s crazy?”

“Are you seriously blaming me for this?” You throw your hands up in exasperation, stepping closer to her. “You’re the one who can’t make up your damn mind, Abby. You act like you don’t care, like I’m just another person to fuck around with, and then you have the nerve to get mad when I try to protect myself from getting hurt!”

Abby’s nostrils flare as she steps toward you, her breath coming out in short bursts. “Don’t you dare act like you’re some victim in this,”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You recoil, but the anger inside you flares even brighter. “You think you can just tell me what to do, who I can see? Because I’m not yours Abby”

Abby takes a step forward, her chest nearly touching yours now. “You want to keep acting like you don’t care? Like none of this means anything to you? Fine.“

A sharp, tense silence fills the space between you, your breaths coming in quick, uneven gasps. For a moment, neither of you moves, and then, as if an invisible line has been crossed, Abby suddenly shoves you back. You stumble, but catch yourself just before hitting the wall.

“You don’t get to walk away from me, Y/N,” she growls, her voice low and venomous.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you snap, your eyes burning with anger. “You don’t get to treat me like I’m some kind of toy you can play with whenever it suits you. If you don’t want to be with me, then stop pretending like you do. Make up your damn mind.”

The words seem to hang in the air between you, suffocating everything around them. Abby stands there, her chest heaving with anger, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, her phone buzzes loudly on the bedside table across the room.

You both freeze, the buzzing a jarring interruption to the intensity that’s thick in the air. Abby glances at it, then at you, clearly annoyed by the distraction but still unwilling to move.

The phone buzzes again, louder this time, demanding attention.

With a sigh, Abby finally walks over to the bedside table, her movements stiff. She picks up her phone, and when she sees the name flashing on the screen, her expression falters for just a moment. Riley.

A smirk spreads across your face as you catch a glimpse of the name. The shift in Abby’s demeanor doesn’t go unnoticed by you. It’s subtle, but it’s there. A crack in the armor she’s worked so hard to maintain.

Abby’s gaze flickers to you, her eyes narrowing slightly, though she tries to hide it behind a mask of indifference. “What?” she asks, her voice tight, trying to maintain control. But you can see the flicker of annoyance in her eyes, a brief crack in her usually unshakable facade.

You step closer, your voice dripping with playful challenge. “You don’t want her to know that I’m here, do you?”

Abby stiffens, her jaw tightening, but she doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she turns the phone over in her hand, her fingers brushing the screen, but she doesn’t pick up the call.

“It’s nothing,” she mutters, though her voice is strained, as if trying to convince herself more than you.

“Then answer the phone, Abigail,” you say, crossing your arms, a challenging smile tugging at your lips. The playfulness in your voice only adds fuel to the fire of the argument that’s already been burning between you.

Abby’s gaze flickers to you once more, her lips pressing into a thin line. The room is thick with tension as she stares at the phone, her grip tightening.

“No,” she finally says, her voice clipped. “It’s nothing. Just some bullshit I don’t need to deal with right now.”

But you can see through her. You can see the doubt in her eyes, the uncertainty creeping in. Abby isn’t used to feeling vulnerable, and right now, she’s doing everything she can to hide it.

Without waiting for her to say anything else, you walk toward her, closing the distance between you. “Maybe it’s time you stop pretending, Abby. You can’t just shut people out when it gets hard. You can’t keep pretending everything’s fine while you’re stuck in this stupid game you’re playing.”

Abby looks at you, her expression hardening once again. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“I know more than you think,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. “You’re scared, Abby. And I’m tired of being dragged into your mess.”

The air between you is heavy with unspoken words, with the rawness of your emotions crashing against each other. But neither of you speaks. Instead, there’s just a tense, lingering silence, both of you trapped in your own stubbornness.

Then, with a final glance at her phone, Abby walks past you, her back stiff, and heads toward the door. “I’m done with this,” she says, her voice low as she steps out of the room, you're left standing there, feeling the weight of everything that's been left unsaid. The silence presses down on you like a heavy weight, and you're seething, trying to figure out how to process everything that's just happened.

Then you hear it-the unmistakable sound of water running from the bathroom.

She's really doing this? You're still standing here, frustrated and pissed off, and she's in there taking a shower like you're not even in her house.

"Are you fucking taking a shower while we're arguing and you leave me here?" you shout, unable to keep the anger out of your voice.

There's no response.

Just the sound of water splashing against tiles. You feel your frustration building, but Abby clearly isn't interested in engaging right now. You pace the room, your fists clenched, as you try to hold on to the irritation that's growing inside of you. A few minutes later, the water shuts off, and you hear the soft sound of the bathroom door opening.

Then, she appears.

Abby steps into the room, wearing only a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, her skin glistening with the warmth of the shower. You freeze for a second, taken aback by how effortless and stunning she looks. The towel barely covers her, and your eyes automatically drift to her bare shoulders, the curve of her hips, the way the fabric clings just enough to leave nothing to the imagination.

And then, you notice something new. Her hair. For the first time, Abby's hair is down, falling in wet waves around her face. She looks different, more carefree, and it hits you harder than you expected.

You've always loved her hair down-there's something incredibly intimate about it, like she's finally letting her guard down in front of you.

You swallow hard, your mouth dry. "Damn," you mutter, before catching yourself. "I didn't know you looked like this with your hair down."

Abby doesn't miss the way you're looking at her.

She raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest in a subtle challenge. "What, you didn't think I could pull it off?"

You shake your head, trying to stay focused. "I don't know what I thought. But right now, l'm more concerned with you leaving me alone in your house after a fight. Are you really just gonna ignore me like this?"

She stands there for a moment, her gaze flickering from your eyes to your body. Then, her expression softens, just a little. "It's late. You're not going anywhere. You can stay here for the night."

You're about to argue, but she cuts you off. "No, I'm not asking. You're staying. Don't make this harder than it needs to be”

You want to protest, but the look in her eyes silences you. Abby isn't giving you an option.

"You can't just make decisions for me," you snap, but she doesn't back down.

"I'm not," she says coolly. "I'm telling you. Now, go take a shower. I left some clean clothes on the bed."

You open your mouth to argue again, but she raises her hand, silencing you. "You've got two choices. Go shower or stand here in your dirty clothes. Up to you."

You huff in frustration, but you know there's no point in fighting her. You make your way to the bathroom, still simmering, but as you step inside and close the door behind you, you can't help but let out a frustrated breath.

After you've showered, you grab the clean clothes Abby left for you-just a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. As you dry off with the towel, you make your way to her bedroom to get dressed, hoping to get some space from the tension that's been hanging between you two all night.

But as you step into her bedroom, you freeze. The towel still around your waist, you feel two hands on your back, fingers sliding down your skin, sending a jolt of shock through you.

"Fuck, Abby, you scared me," you snap, spinning around, heart pounding in your chest.

Abby's standing there, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from her body, her own towel barely clinging to her figure. Her hair is still down, wet strands framing her face as she pulls you into her space. Before you can say anything else, she grabs your face gently with both hands, forcing you to look at her through the mirror.

"Not my fault, princess," she whispers, her voice low, playful, and intense. "You're in my bedroom, wearing only a towel. What makes you think I won't do something about it?"

Your pulse quickens, and you roll your eyes, trying to brush off the tension. "Stop it, I don't even like my body," you say, but the words feel hollow coming out of your mouth.

Abby's expression softens, and before you can say anything else, she grabs you by the shoulders, turning you to face her. She pins you to the bed with surprising strength. "Look at me," she demands, her voice almost a command.

You try to look away, but she holds you there, her fingers lightly brushing your chin to make sure you meet her eyes. "I said look at me," she repeats, her voice softer this time, full of something you can't quite place.

And then she says the words you didn't expect.

"You're gorgeous."

You don't know what to say, the words getting stuck in your throat as she leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. The kiss is slow, tender, as if she's trying to reassure you without saying a word.

Then, she moves down to your neck, her lips grazing your skin with a featherlight touch.

You shiver involuntarily, but Abby doesn't stop.

She trails soft kisses along your neck, sending waves of heat through your body. When she reaches your ear, she whispers, her breath warm against your skin.

"'ll make it up to you. I promise."

Her lips press against your cheek in a gentle kiss, lingering there for just a moment longer than expected. Then, she pulls back, her gaze intense as she steps away from the bed.

"Now get dressed," she says, a playful glint in her eyes. "I want to eat. I'll wait for you in the kitchen."

You step out of the bedroom, feeling the lingering weight of everything still hanging between you and Abby. You find her on the couch, dressed now in her usual loose flannel shirt and some pair of boxers, giving off that masculine aura that always seems to draw your attention. She’s scrolling through her phone, not paying you any mind. The room feels quieter now, the tension thick in the air as you stand there, unsure of how to proceed.

Without saying anything, you walk over to the couch and sit next to her. You feel your heart racing, but you can’t just keep pretending that everything’s fine anymore.

“I’m not really hungry,” you mutter softly, still not looking at her, your voice almost lost in the silence.

Abby glances at you briefly, then shrugs. “I’m not either, but I was going to cook if you were hungry.”

You nod absently, not knowing what to say next, your mind spinning with everything you’ve been holding in. Finally, the words start tumbling out, too fast to stop.

“Abby, you play with people. You have so many girls with you. You can literally call all of them to come over right now, and they’ll be here in the blink of an eye. I don’t want to be one of them.”

As you speak, your throat tightens, and before you can stop it, a tear slips down your cheek. You wipe it away quickly, hoping Abby didn’t notice, but you feel that familiar rush of vulnerability threatening to overwhelm you.

“I’m scared of ending up alone, Abby,” you say, your voice raw, but still trying to hold it together. You don’t want her to see you as weak, to see you as little. You don’t want her to pity you.

But the words are out now, hanging in the space between you two, and you can’t take them back. You try to turn away, but before you can, you feel her hand gently reach for your face, turning you toward her.

Abby’s touch is tender, surprisingly soft, as her thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away the tear you missed. Her hands hold your face gently, making sure you can’t look away. The seriousness in her eyes is undeniable, and for the first time, you see the raw emotion beneath her usually guarded expression.

“Don’t,” she whispers, her voice quiet, but firm. “Don’t hide from me.” She wipes away another tear, her touch almost like she’s trying to erase the hurt that’s been weighing on you for so long.

You refuse to look at her, still fighting to hold your composure, but Abby doesn’t let you pull away. “Look at me,” she says, her tone not demanding, just insistent. “Please.”

Finally, you meet her gaze, the vulnerability in your eyes clear. “I don’t want to be a part of your game. I don’t know how to be with you when I’m so scared of losing myself.”

Abby doesn’t speak at first, her hands still cupping your face as she looks at you intently. Then, with a sigh, she pulls you gently into her arms, holding you tightly against her chest, like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go.

“I’m not playing with you,” she murmurs into your hair. “ I don’t want you to feel alone.”

You feel her breath against your skin, the warmth of her body comforting in a way that makes everything else seem to fade, even for just a moment. But the fear is still there, lurking in the back of your mind, and you can’t help but ask the question that’s been haunting you.

“Then why do you have so many other girls, Abby? What makes me different?”

Abby pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, her hand still resting on your cheek. The intensity in her gaze is undeniable, like she’s trying to pull the words from deep inside her.

“ I’m not going to treat you like anyone else. I don’t know how i will make you see that, but I’m going to prove it over and over, if I have to.”

You stay silent, your heart pounding, torn between the need to believe her and the instinct to protect yourself. Every inch of you wants to pull away, to shut it all out before you get hurt. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to steady your breathing and you fall asleep in Abby’s arms, the steady rise and fall of her chest lulling you into a peaceful slumber. Abby, sensing you’re completely out, stays there with you for a while, letting you rest. The comfort of her presence eases the tension in your body, and she doesn’t want to disturb you.

But eventually, as time passes and she realizes you’re not going to wake up soon, Abby carefully shifts, gently moving you so she can get up. She stands and, without much effort, scoops you into her arms, cradling you like a bride. It’s an oddly tender gesture from someone so fierce, but the strength in her arms and the way she holds you makes you feel safe.

Abby walks to her bed, carefully settling you underneath the blankets. Once you’re comfortable, she pulls the covers up to your chin, tucking you in. She stays for a moment, watching over you as you sleep, but soon lies down next to you, her body still close, but not quite touching.

The warmth of her presence keeps you feeling grounded. You stir a little, eventually waking up, and the first thing you notice is the unfamiliar softness of the bed and the fact that you’re no longer on the couch. You blink, confused, and whisper, “How did I end up in your bed?”

Abby’s voice is calm, almost amused, when she answers, “You fell asleep, princess.”

You turn to her side, suddenly feeling self-conscious and embarrassed. Without thinking, you roll toward her and instinctively hug her, pressing your face into her pillow. “I’m sorry”

Abby doesn’t return the hug. She lies there, stiff and unreadable, her breathing steady but distant. The warmth you’d felt earlier is replaced by a wall you can’t quite get through. You pull back slightly, glancing up at her face, but her expression is calm, almost indifferent.

“Go to sleep, princess,” she says, her voice low and cold, with no trace of the softness from earlier.

The words cut through the air, leaving no room for argument. You nod silently, turning away and curling up under the blankets, feeling the weight of the space between you. Abby doesn’t move closer, and the silence stretches long into the night.

You close your eyes, but sleep doesn’t come easily.

2 days later

The kitchen’s quiet, save for the scrape of Abby’s fork against her plate. She’s still in her workout gear, muscles tense like she just got back from beating the crap out of a punching bag. You’re leaning against the counter, watching her as you try to figure out how to say this.

“Ellie’s having a party tomorrow night,” you finally say, keeping your tone casual.

Abby doesn’t even look up. “So?”

“She invited me.”

“Good for her,” Abby mutters, still focused on her plate.

You cross your arms, leaning your weight on one leg. “I was thinking you could come with me.”

That gets her attention. Abby’s fork freezes midair before she sets it down with an exaggerated clink. Her eyes meet yours, and there’s that familiar edge in her gaze—calculated, sharp, and clearly annoyed. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.”

Abby leans back in her chair, arms folding across her chest as she stares at you. “You seriously want me to go to some party organized by the girl who’s been trying to get under my skin since day one?”

“She’s not gonna do anything,” you reply, keeping your voice steady. “It’s just a party.”

Abby laughs—a short, humorless sound. “Yeah, sure.”

“Abby.” Your tone is firm, but she doesn’t budge. “You’re making this a bigger deal than it is. She invited me because we’re friends,” you say, keeping your voice calm but firm. “That’s it. You know where we stand.”

“Do I?” Abby’s eyes narrow, and there’s a heat in her voice now, the kind that warns you to tread carefully.

You meet her glare head-on. “Yeah. You do. Or you should, by now.”

The tension hangs heavy between you, neither of you backing down. Abby finally looks away, running a hand through her hair, her fingers tugging at the blonde strands in frustration. “I’m not going. End of story.”

You let out a slow breath, keeping your tone even. “Fine. Then I’ll go alone.”

Abby’s head snaps up, her eyes narrowing. “What?”

“You heard me,” you say, crossing your arms. “If you’re not coming, I’ll just go by myself. No big deal.”

She stares at you like you just challenged her to a fight.

“I just thought you’d want to be there with me. But if you don’t, fine. Stay home.”

Abby glares at you for another long moment before she finally lets out a low, reluctant sigh. “Fine. I’ll go.”

“Thank you,” you reply, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Just don’t start anything.”

Abby rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue further. She picks up her fork and stabs at her food, muttering something under her breath that you don’t quite catch.

You let her have the last word this time. You got what you wanted. For now.