#abby loves you so much :(((((((((

[pocketgalaxies]

It feels good to be able to help. (for @overnighttosunflowers)

[henwilsons]

MIA'S 1K CELEBRATION → 💌 + 💜 for @morgana-pendragon ⤷ happiest birthday, abbie! ♡ (insp) (quote)

[puppywilliams]

i love your streamer abby so bad can we get part 2 please 💗

ON AIR

a/n: it seems like everyone else is also addicted to streamer abby the way i am, i have so many req for a prt 2 so heres a little charity stream one-shot of our girl <3 this isnt fully proof read i just needed to get something out so sorry it feels a bit messy! ty for all of the kind msgs, i appreciate you guys sm !!

warnings: none??

abby was never one to think of herself, but in moments like these, she wonders why she tortures herself with these types of things. she knew it was for a good cause, which is why she pushed through, but at that moment, the 52 hours of no sleep was weighing on her. restless and irritable, she could definitely use a drink or two.

of course, you were there to help, fetching whatever she needed. whether that be food, water, of some strange energy drink from her sponsor you’d never heard of, not taking the time to dwell on the awful taste. you focused instead on abby, watching the stream from the small screen of your phone. watching the toll the hours had taken on her. worst part was. she still had 21 more to go.

you suggested she take a nap on stream, but her reaction was enough to tell you that was a No Go. offended that you would even consider suggesting such a thing to her. Abigail Anderson sleeping during a charity stream?! get out of here..

you watch her entertain chat the best she can, but failing due to her inability to hide how restless she is. her voice monotone with forced laughs and zombified expression.

around the 72 hour mark abby was basically just a shell of who she was. she was running on empty. an hour prior you rolled up a chair to sit next to her as she struggled to conceal the way she saw the room spinning and how the bright ring lights were blinding her vision. staring off into space as you read her chat for her. only replying in hums or short sentences.

And then it happened. a slight ding appearing on her monitor that announced she had met the donation goal. all energy coming back to her in disbelief. feeling herself lift out of her chair to celebrate, hugging you so tight it was bone crushing. knocking the wind from your lungs. it had all been Worth it, you knew that, and so did she.

after she wrapped things up you lead her to bed. you knew her adrenaline was rushing through her like a wildfire spreading within her veins. it would be difficult to get her past the initial burst of energy and get her into bed. you helped her undress and get under the covers, holding her and rubbing her back as she slurred on and rambled on about how amazing it all was, how grateful and how she knew it wasn’t for nothing.

you kissed her forehead and brushed the lose strains of hair from her face, cupping her cheeks gently. “mhm baby i know but you need to rest okay?” you reminded. she didn’t argue nor complain. closing her eyes and drifting to sleep in your arms.

[that-g3-artist]

This one yearns for connections she feels she doesn't deserve. Even when shown compassion, she hid herself away. She will make for a cautious heart.

[avalencias]

It was surreal. It was surreal, the feeling of having Laudna looking down at her from inches away, holding her. Her breath was against Imogen’s face and absurdly, Imogen was struck by the fact that less than an hour ago they’d been robbing a house. They were here for a key, and they were heading to a crypt, and across the planet the moon was being torn open by something hungry and terrible and catastrophic, and here she was in Laudna’s arms and Laudna was looking at her with an expression that she didn’t dare to name but that reopened that chasm beneath her feet. Nothing made sense anymore, not the future or the planet or this, but she thought that if it would all crash apart, at least it was with Laudna holding her so lovingly, and—

happy thursday all, @overnighttosunflowers is writing this fic and it has been driving me to distraction ever since

[myrkkymato]

"Kill for me" Ellie x Abby

Nothing is hotter than seeing you kill for me

TW: blood, knife

[epiphainie]

not to be soooo bucktommy-brained in this beautiful evening but i've done an entire mental research through my evan buckley romance archives and none of his former love interests even got close to getting him this giddy AND flustered, like it's kinda insane how bothered, bewildred, and smitten he's been this entire season 🥹😩💖🌸

[bluesgras]

A VERY FASHIONABLY LATE @tmntfashioncompetition SUBMISSION,,

this week was free choice! i had a very clear vision from the beginning to draw hatsune miku leo, but i wasn’t quite sure about anything beyond that. originally i was going to draw normal miku, but mesmerizer autoplayed while i was drawing, and i ended up discarding the whole thing to make a mesmeriser themed piece! i went through. so many iterations. i’m glad i got here in the end though! it may be more simple than i did for my other rounds, but it was very very fun!

[vanmarkus]

EVAN BUCKLEY + kisses 4/? + bonus forehead touch

[sunflawyer]

Jimmy "I'm winning in life" McGill.

he likes to show off to his colleagues that he got a beautiful princess angel wife ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨ look at him so smug and proud...

[cottoncandytomu]

Lesbihonest Here~

We all know Abby just wants to be loved and I can see her crumbling when you praise and worship her. You make damn sure to let her know how much you love it too. 

Notes:

(Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader) (Nothin but smut under here so 18+ and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! - Oral F! Abby Receiving/Reader Giving, Praise, light cursing)  

New Fic! 🥰🥰 Dark! Abby Anderson x Reader

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“God you’re so fuckin’ beautiful Abby~” You moan as you kiss your way up her thighs to the one place she craves for you the most. 

Her breathy moans fill your ears, and it goes straight to your heat, nothing is more pleasing than satisfying her. To hear her beautiful sounds and be able to witness her twitch and shiver with pleasure. You continue kissing her inner thighs, leaving bite marks and red spots in your wake. 

“I love pleasing you.” You bite down hard on her thigh causing her to gasp, “love seeing ya under me like this.” You kiss the bite mark softly. 

“Fuck- please…” She breathes out. 

“Please what?” You smirk, needing to hear her say it out loud. 

“P-Please touch me.” Her face is a bright red from your teasing, a sight you’ll never get tired of. 

“Touch you where hmm? Here?” You ask dipping your head down to plant a kiss on her clit. 

This causes her to jump, letting out the cutest squeal. You chuckle and let your tongue roll out and lick from her hole to her bud, her juices coating your tongue. 

“Ah- fuck, yes please do that.” 

Her hands bunch up the sheets under her, her muscles flexing at the action. She’s shining from the gleam of sweat she’s produced from your teasing alone. There truly isn’t a prettier sight than this. 

“I’ll do whatever you ask of me Princess, you’re so fuckin’ perfect for me.” 

You start to work your tongue through her folds, she’s mumbling incoherent words whilst arching her back at your ministrations on her cunt. You lay your palm onto her inner thigh to keep her legs open, your other hand reaching up to lace your fingers in hers. 

You pull your head back slightly and meet her eyes, “Don’t hold back love, you’re doing so good. Now look into my eyes I want to see you break for me~” 

Her eyes roll back at your words as you delve into her delight once more, knowing this is going to be a long pleasurable night ahead of you two. 

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I am such a slut for submissive Abby. 

BUT OMF this is my first little drabble on this account and I’m on the VERGE OF TEARS bc I’ve had writers block for fuckin years now. So, it’s nice to finally say I finished something. If you beauties enjoyed it, please let me know!! And I welcome any constructive criticism, I truly want to better my writing. OKAY THANKS!! Dkfsjflk  

=^.^= ~

[kittyishere0]

I’m (not)sorry but if you still hate the fnaf movie fort building scene I’m Just gonna start assuming your a edge lord with no personality that watched to many of those stupid fnaf vhs videos bc that scene was the shit 👌

And honestly I could make a whole video on why the fnaf mci victims are misrepresented by these edge lords

[clar-a-m]

Abby 💕💕💕💕

[chai-berries]

patrols with abby were easy. you knew she had your back, being the best of the best in isaac’s eyes. you started training with her to go on missions in the first place so you both created an almost dance while on a mission. you talked, whispered, laughed. you packed your extra bags with his trash/her treasure bits and bobs you found in decrepit buildings, teetering on 2x4s like a gymnast. abby was currently obsessed with the olympics, the last one being in 2012. she found a bunch of magazines about it on her last trip and had delicately packed them in her bag, planning on reading them as soon as she got back. “did you know that…” lined your conversations for several patrols. your personal favorite fact that it was the first olympics where every nation had a woman representing.

she later admitted, when you had officially been together for just over a week, that you were the last person to still be interested in what she was talking about. even nora tapped out after an hour-long spew about the shoes track and field athletes wear. manny tapped out after 5 minutes, during which he thought abby was joking around the whole time.

the point is you guys had it down to a tee. and yet, neither of you saw it coming. one second abby is laughing at something you said, turning around to respond, and the next second she’s pointing a gun over your shoulder. you freeze, back tensed up. an arm that is neither yours nor abby’s wraps around your neck and pulls you against a chest. the breath you let out from the action is sucked back into your lungs when you feel the cold metal of the gun tap against your temple. your mind shuts down on you, your fear overshadowing all you know about self-defense. your eyes stay locked on abby’s face. if you’re going to die, you want the last thing you see to be her.

“let. her. go.” abby bites out. her hand is steady, the gun pointed at whoever had you in a chokehold. “and i’ll think about letting you live.”

the man, who you assume is a man, tugs you closer to their body. you hear them wet their lips before speaking through a smile.

“now, i don’t want to hurt either of you,” it is a man. and his nonchalant response makes your stomach turn. “i don’t hurt young ladies like yourself,” he continues lewdly. his hold tightens on you again but this time he moves you so your body is pressed tight against his. abby continues to stare him down, her finger itching to fire a shot right in his head for touching you.

you bring both hands around his arm and sneak them between it and your neck. abby clocks your shift and switches her focus to the smug son of a bitch on the other side of her gun. she barely blinks before firing one clean shot in his shoulder, causing him to jump back and let you go. you dive near abby’s feet and move to stand behind her.

the man is moaning loudly. “now why did you do that?” he cries, holding his shoulder.

“c’mon man, if i have to explain it to you, you really are better off dead.” abby steps towards the man, who scuttles away on the floor. with you behind her, abby let’s go of the breath she’d been holding. she kneels over the curled up man, the hand on his shoulder stained red.

“who are you? are you alone?”

“ya think im gonna tell you?” the man croaks out.

abby kicks the gun away. “if you want to live i’d suggest talking. you’re in wolf territory.”

he freezes at the last sentence and abby tenses up again.

you freeze as well and call for abby. “c’mon. abby, we — we should go. ab—”

“no! we heard about a group moving in. they killed austin and half their group,” she says to you, her attention still on the man. “was that you?” she asks him. when he doesn’t say anything, abby knows her answer. she thinks back to what issac told her. that anyone in that group needs to be eliminated. no matter what. and you being on patrol wasn’t an exception in anyone’s eyes but abby’s.

“step back,” she nods her head at you. you immediately comply, taking several steps back as abby stands back up.

SHE KILLS FOR YOU: she looks down at the man and fires a single shot. you squeeze your eyes shut at the sound and don’t open them until you feel abby’s hand on your cheek. you blink up at her as she scans your face. you know you probably look a mess. sweat and dirt covering your face no matter how hard you try to keep it clean.

“you okay?” she asks, brows furrowed.

you nod. “yeah. not my first time witnessing a death, unfortunately. but i’m okay.” you lean into her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. after a minute of scanning you for any tiny scratches, she lets you go and readjusts her backpack, slipping her gun into the holster.

“c’mon, let’s go back early. we need to report this to the group.”

you’re quick to follow her, taking the hand she gives to guide you over a giant fallen tree. she does it automatically, her free hand reaching to steady you if needed. the shift from laughing and joking to whispers is felt. but thankfully the love is still as loud as ever.

SHE DOESN’T KILL FOR YOU: “get up!” abby watches the man struggle to stand. he stumbles and abby uses her free hand to hold him up. when he’s stable, she steps back. “if i was alone you’d be dead by now. you’re lucky. go back to your group and tell them to stay out of this area. this is your only warning. now go!” the man stutters for a second before he staggers away. you take a step towards abby.

“abs — abby?” she keeps facing the direction the man went but doesn’t shy away from your touch. you run your hand up her arm and to the nape of her neck. “you okay?”

“yeah,” she sighs. she turns to look at you. your eyes are glassy and wide. she reaches up to wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “c’mon we need to head back. one of the survivors said they had a big crew and isaac needs to know what happened before tomorrow’s patrol.”

you’re quick to follow her, taking the hand she gives to guide you over a giant fallen tree. she does it automatically, her free hand reaching to steady you if needed. the shift from laughing and joking to whispers is felt. but thankfully the love is still as loud as ever.

[cyarskaren52]

Their friendship and awards season is the gift that keeps on giving 😩

[envyenvys]

Stobin Mandalorian AU part 2

(aka s3 stobin accidentally acquire a magic baby)

[1] [You Are Here] [3] [4]

The car ride back to the elevator is not pleasant, Steve needs to stop getting into situations where his brain’s melting too much to stop the kids from driving. Aba doesn’t seem to like it much either, but as long as Robin’s holding her she won’t cry. They narrowly avoid hitting a bunch of barrels right at the end — thank god for Erica. Car crashes can not be good for babies.

Steve and Robin sit huddled in the corner of the elevator the whole ride up, because it isn’t exactly stable either and if either of them drops the baby Steve is going to die. Dustin and Erica won’t stop bickering, but it’s fine because they’re alive and Robin’s alive and the baby’s alive and Steve’s alive to enjoy them all being alive, and they’re finally leaving that stupid Russian bunker.

“What is wrong with you two?” Erica demands.

“They seem drunk.” Dustin frowns, crouching down over Steve. He grabs Steve’s face by the bruises and pushes his eyelids up, which hurts a lot, thank you very much. “His pupils are super dilated, I think they might’ve been drugged. Were you drugged, Steve?”

“No, but they gave us goop,” Steve says helpfully.

He’s seen drugs — Munson keeps a bunch in his lunchbox to sell at parties — and they definitely aren’t blue or goopy. They’re usually like, green and dry. Or white and dry. Or—

“They gave you goop?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, and he doesn’t nod because the last time he did that it was really not fun. “And now I’m blue. And my bones are soup. Soupy. Not like yours, you have strong bones.”

“They’re definitely drugged,” Erica says, looking down at them with a little too much contempt for a ten-year-old.

“Steve, this is important,” Dustin says, and there’s a tightness around his eyes that Steve would definitely be able to interpret if his brain wasn’t soup. “I need to know where you parked your car.”

“Um,” Steve says. His head is really starting to hurt again. It stopped when they got the goop but the elevator’s bringing it back. “Uh oh.”

“What do you mean ‘uh oh’?”

“Keys are gone.”

He’d turn out his pockets to show Dustin but that would disturb Robin which would disturb the baby, and he really doesn’t want to disturb Aba. She’s too small and tiny and perfect.

“What do you mean the keys are gone?” Dustin grits out.

“The Russians took them, like, forever ago.”

“You stopped to get a whole baby but you didn’t think to get your keys!?”

That’s not even remotely the same thing.

Robin shushes him very loudly, “No shouting, you’ll wake the baby.”

“She’s already awake,” Dustin says, rolling his eyes.

Aba blinks her big brown eyes up at Dustin.

“I can’t believe you two managed to find some random white baby down there,” Erica says, crossing her arms. “I deserve extra ice cream for having to put up with this.”

“The baby is where you draw the line?” Dustin asks, exasperated.

“I can deal with bodily harm and the threat of imminent death,” Erica says. Which, wow. Okay. “What I can’t deal with is changing diapers. I have standards.”

The two of them start bickering again, and Steve takes the opportunity to stare at Aba’s perfect little face. She scrunches her nose at him but smiles when he brushes a finger over one of her soft little cheeks, the way Robin did earlier.

He doesn’t think he’s ever loved anyone this quickly before. His heart feels like it’s about to burst, growing and growing until it fills all the hollows in his chest. It chokes at his throat and makes his bruised ribs throb, but he wouldn’t give it up for anything.

The moment passes and Dustin’s dragging them all up and out of the elevator again, but his heart doesn’t get any smaller.

Aba makes the tiniest, cutest little gasp when they get out into the fresh air, and he knows exactly how she feels because the air outside tastes wonderful. He’s never appreciated air the way it deserves to be appreciated.

The few stars already out are bright, and Aba stares up at them like she’s never seen anything like them before, and it hits Steve that she might not have. She’s only what, a few months old? How many opportunities would she have gotten to go outside? Was she even born outside the bunker or did they make her as a science baby under Starcourt?

It hurts to have to bring her back inside again. When this is all over, he and Robin are going to take her outside and they’ll spend, like, a whole day out there just enjoying the air, and the sun, and the stars.

Dustin tries to make them sit in the theatre but he barely even cracks the doors open before Steve backs up, shaking his head. Ow.

“Not in there, it’s too loud.” Movie theatres are horrible places for babies. And headaches.

Dustin makes a sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl.

“Fine,” he says. “Just— sit out here, don’t move. I’ll be back in a minute. Erica, keep watch.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Erica says, but sneaks down to the hall to keep watch anyway.

Steve stares down at the baby again.

“Do you think Aba knows what flowers are?” he asks. Robin scrunches her nose at him.

“What?”

“She’s probably been down there for like, her whole life right? Would the Russians show her flowers?”

“That’s not—” Robin shakes her head, then winces. “What did you call the baby?”

“Aba?” He tilts his head. Robin squints at him. “It’s her name, see?”

He shows her the blanket, and Robin stares at the stitching for a long moment before her eyes go wide and then they go really sad.

“Steve,” she says softly, holding the baby closer, “that’s not her name, it’s a number. It’s pronounced dva, I think. It means ‘two’.”

“Oh.”

Dva. Two. Not Aba, not a name. Just a number, like Eleven.

But they don’t call her Eleven, do they? They call her El. A nickname.

“Abby,” Steve says decisively. Robin makes a questioning noise.

“She needs a nickname, like El, so she can be Abby.”

“Abby,” Robin says softly, looking down at the baby. Abby smiles.

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