#rich!abby

[megalomaniacz]

bad communication with asshole rich!abby who you’d been “fake dating” for a couple months. she sees you walk over to someone at a party and feels her heart sink when that model bitch ex comes over to her. this is what she wanted, right? to make her jealous. so why does she feel completely crushed when the girl whispers something alluding to your infidelity in her ear. “you deserve better babe. you deserve me, let’s get back together….” lingers in the air as she rushes out into the street. loosening the buttons on her dress shirt and holding her chest like her heart might fall out if she doesn’t.

you’re right behind her, purse in hand, necklace with her name in a heart dancing as you rush to catch her. “abagail, what’s the matter? where are you going?”

“don’t fucking call me that. my name is abby, i told you i hate being called that. my dad calls me that.”

you know that. you’ve met her father and he adored you. she used to sigh or roll her eyes when you called her abagail. tease you that ‘abby is just so much easier to scream’. but you were seeing something different in her eyes in this moment. out near the busy street, up against the wall. you try to move closer to her but she scoots away. “don’t.”

“what’s going on-“

“did you sleep with your ex? at any time during this? i mean, that’s so fucking low you don’t even understand-“

you’re so shocked that you can barely find the words to reply. “what? no. i wouldn’t do that to you abby. i wouldn’t do that to us.”

and you can see that she doesn’t want to say what she does next, but she feels like you’re lying. she’s blinded by rage. she feels embarrassed and stupid for ever falling for you, even if she knew deep down that that’s what she’d eventually end up doing. because, damn are you easy to fall in love with. she can’t even look at you.

“there is no us. helena wants me back, anyway. let’s just go our seperate ways. you can keep all the shit i got you, you desperately needed it because you are a fucking mess.”

and words burn. they sink under skin. they leave a mark, but this? this was a knife to the chest, twenty times in the same spot. this was enough to erase the budding love you’d grown for her. enough to make the memory of her lips on yours, skin on yours, agonizing. you felt like she’d just killed and buried you. all you can do is wrap your hand around the necklace, rip it off with all your might and cry.

[eyesfullofsttars]

Abigail Anderson. Who doesn’t know her name? From birth, she’s lived in a world most people can only dream of. Ellie ran the numbers once—out of pure curiosity, really. Even if the Andersons spent a million dollars a month, their fortune would last for five centuries. Five hundred years of wealth. Who even needs that much money? Apparently, Abby does. After all, being Jerry Anderson’s daughter—and, according to the tabloids Ellie definitely didn’t read on purpose—the most eligible bachelorette comes with a certain lifestyle.

Ellie always knew Abby was rich; it wasn’t exactly a secret. Abigail didn’t bother hiding it, either. She’d grin, shrug, and say, “Oh, babe, we’re not rich, just comfortable,” as if that kind of comfort was the norm. To Ellie, who grew up under Joel’s roof with her sister Sarah, Abby’s life felt like it belonged in another... reality. Now Ellie found herself trying not to drown in her university classes while studying astrophysics and taking advanced calculus, all while playing gigs with her band, still in awe of how she’d ended up here.

Because seriously, if you’d told Ellie that her Abby—the same girl she’s been hooking up with for months—would be painted as this perfect, untouchable debutante, the brilliant art history major, lacrosse team captain at some elite all-girls’ school, a natural at sailing yachts, and armed with an unlimited credit card, Ellie probably would’ve laughed until her ribs really hurt...

[2012wannabe]

Lace Dreams

cw/tw: rich!abby x reader, little seed of sugarmommy!abby, poverty insecurity woohoo, reader grew up poor, references to sex

wc: 986

an: financial stress has been hitting a bit too hard lately. I always write with a femme reader in mind because that’s what I know but there are no indicators of gender/looks. (unless wearing panties counts as an indicator of gender for you)

Abby came into your life suddenly and you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was almost as if the universe had heard your prayers and sent a guardian angel into your life. The second you saw her, you felt your knees get weak and every cliché stereotype come to life.

When you met her in person for the first time you had gone to breakfast at a diner near her college, pancakes for her sweet tooth. She was not only the most gorgeous woman you had ever laid your eyes on, glistening muscles and all, but you both clicked immediately. With her, the words flowed, and getting lost in conversation was easy. The way your stomach had butterflies around her was jarring, something you hadn’t felt since you were a kid with your first love. Texting and FaceTime calls almost immediately became a constant and you shared each other schedules to plan around your college classes.

For the first few months of your relationship, you hadn’t ever went to Abby’s apartment. You knew that she had one and she had a one bedroom, extremely impressive for a college student, but that was really it. Money was never really a topic of conversation either, so imagine your shock when you found out she was loaded. You had figured she was doing pretty well since she was always insisting on paying for dates and you were glad because honestly, you couldn’t really afford to keep going. But going back to her apartment after she took you to a Broadway show, your jaw dropped before you even got into the elevator.

Walking in, she greeted the doorman and instantly you felt kind of down on yourself. You had had her over at your dorm and now insecurity started to push at every angle in your brain. Still, you pushed it down and followed her up. She was being funded by her lawyer mom and brain surgeon dad until she was able to work as a doctor, she explained. The apartment was absolutely beautiful, and modernly decorated, with stainless steel appliances and a fully stocked fridge. It was perfectly clean, with not a speck of dust and certainly no vermin or bugs, unlike your childhood home. The nice soap alone could have brought tears to your eyes.

Why would she like me? I’m not on her level at all! Your brain taunted. Abby seemed oblivious to all this and put a smile back on as her she showed you around the apartment. She brought you to her bedroom and your jaw nearly dropped. Her bed was possibly the most comfortable looking bed you had ever seen, several thick plush blankets with two huge pillows. You wanted to cover up your insecurity with a joke about what you could you do in the bed but no joke came.

“Your apartment is so beautiful,”

“Thanks.” Abby said with a slight tinge of awkwardness in her tone.

“Is there something wrong? You got quiet.”

“No, no. Definitely not.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s just so nice. I kind of wish I didn’t show you my dorm now.” You said, reflecting on your tiny room. Something was always broken and everything was put back together with the shittiest of quick fixes.

You studied her face as she responded, wondering if she had judged you in the past. It didn’t seem like it and it definitely didn’t seem like she was judging you now. She invited you to sit on the bed with her and laced her hand in yours. You had gotten so close to her in only a 6 months, it seemed like such a short amount of time now and you even agreed on moving in together after your lease at your dorm was up.

“I don’t know how I had never come over before. What, you hiding it from me?” You attempted to tease. Abby laughed,

“I’ve spent so much time studying for the MCAT, the library was more my home than here.”

“Right. How does it feel to be finally done?”

“Weird. I honestly feel kind of old because in 4 months I’ll be a senior in college and then I’ll be in medical school.” You flopped on your back and let out a sigh. She laid down next you and shamelessly admired you. Your cheeks flushed and Abby giggled.

“I hope you’re not ruminating.” She said.

“Maybe a little bit.”

“Can you talk about it? I can practically see the wheels turning in your brain.”

“It’s the same as I said before, everything here is just so nice. It’s nowhere near what it was like for me growing up. The fact that you have soap that hasn’t been watered down several times to make it last longer makes me want to cry. Having soap shouldn’t make me cry.” Abby’s features softened and lightly caressed your face with the pads of her fingers.

“I’m so sorry baby. I have a lot of privilege, there’s no denying that and if it hasn’t been obvious enough I want to share what I have with you. I love you and you deserve more than I could ever give you.” Your eyes teared up and she wiped away a tear as it fell. You rushed to get closer to her and let her strong arms hold you as you cuddled.

“I don’t have words to express how much I love you. Things are going to get better one day. I mean fuck, they already have.” You said. A moment of comfortable silence passed until you suddenly turned to her,

“You can bet your ass one of the first things I’ll be buying with my paycheck from my adult job is some lacy panties. Lavender ones too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You said.

“How about you make forget all about my shit and top me into this comfortable ass bed?” Abby let out a laugh.

“How could I ever say no?”

[lvnchh]

Eight years in the Spotlight

Abby Anderson x reader inspired by this billie eilish interview<3

I'm a minor and if you want to complain or insult me about it, just don't interact🙏🏻. It's my life, and I'm free to write whatever I want as long as l'm not bothering anyone. Also, please don't judge any grammar mistakes, as English is not my native language. I'm sorry if the whole story isn't that good. please, let me know what you think!

i’m working on making my masterlist

“Once again like it happens every year I thought I had more time. And then it’s October 18 again.”

Abby sits in a relaxed pose, wearing an oversized black Jordan basketball jersey. Her muscular frame leans comfortably into the chair, her fishtail braid draped over one shoulder, and her freckled face carries a calm confidence. The screen flickers for a moment, revealing split images of seven previous versions of Abby sitting in the same chair.

What’s your name?

“My name is Abby Anderson,” says 16-year-old Abby from 2019. Her voice is quieter, her posture slightly stiff. The video cuts to each successive year. “My name is Abby Anderson,” repeats 2020 Abby, her tone stronger. “My name is Abby Anderson,” echoes 2021 Abby, her confidence visibly growing.

Finally, it lands on 2024 Abby. She tilts her head, smirking as she meets the camera’s gaze. “Feels strange seeing all these old versions of me frozen in time,” she says smoothly. “I’m Abby Anderson”

“It’s October 18, 2019.”

“October 18, 2020.”

“October 18, 2021.”

Each date ticks by until it lands on the present:

“October 18, 2024.”

How old are you?

“i’m Sixteen,” says 2019 Abby, her voice almost tentative. The years scroll forward, her voice shifting slightly with each one: “Seventeen.” “Eighteen.” “Nineteen.” “Twenty.”

the camera lingers on 2024 Abby. “i’m Twenty-three,” she says simply, her smile easy but self-assured. “It’s a weird age.“

How many followers do you have?

“257,000,” says 16-year-old Abby, with a slightly bashful grin.

“1.2 million,” says 2020 Abby, a hint of surprise in her voice. As the years progress, the numbers skyrocket. “32 million,” says 2022 Abby, almost shrugging. “75 million,” says 2023 Abby, trying to keep her excitement in check.

The screen cuts to present-day Abby, who sits back, resting an arm casually over the chair’s edge. “120 million,” she says with a small smile. “It’s a big number. Still wrapping my head around it, honestly.” She pauses, her smirk turning a little teasing. “But hey, people like what they like, right?”

What’s the biggest thing that happened to you this year?

Abby takes a deep breath, her lips twitching as though she’s holding back a bigger smile. “This year… wow. I dropped my third album, went back on tour, and, uh… I won another Oscar.”

A clip of 2023 Abby flashes on the screen with the question: Are you going to win the Oscar this year?

“I don’t know,” 2023 Abby says with a laugh, rubbing her palms nervously on her thighs. “I’m hoping so, but I’m not gonna fall apart if it doesn’t happen.”

The camera cuts back to 2024 Abby, who raises a brow and smirks at the camera. “Well, I guess past me got her wish,” she says, her tone playful. “Two Oscars, actually. Overachiever much?”

What do you want to accomplish by next year?

On-screen, 2023 Abby tilts her head, thinking. “I wanna get into racing,” she says. “I didn’t do that yet. I want more tattoos. And I wanna do some reckless shit—like, adrenaline-rush, borderline-dumb reckless and…, have some good sex.”

Back to 2024 Abby, who laughs, leaning back in her chair. “Well, I did the racing thing. Still no tattoos—I swear I’ll get there one day. And reckless? Check.” She smirks, her gaze flicking to the camera. “As for the other thing… let’s just say past me would be proud. You’re welcome, Abby.”

How do you feel about the new album?

The clip from 2023 Abby pops up. “I’m almost done with it, and I think it’s gonna be cool.”

Back to 2024 Abby. “It’s more than cool,” she says firmly. “It’s raw, it’s real, and I love it.”

What artist do you want to collaborate with?

2023 Abby raises a brow. “No one,” she says bluntly. “I don’t like collaborating.”

The screen cuts to Abby, wearing a black oversized Jordan jersey and loose pants, stands beside you. You’re dressed in a bold, effortlessly cool style. Abby’s expression in the still is sharp, playful, and undeniably flirty as she gestures at you, her tongue lightly resting on her teeth, while you stand confidently next to her, unfazed and magnetic.

The present-day Abby smirks when the camera cuts back to her. “Funny how things change. I ended up working with [your artist name], and it was incredible. We put out Guess, and honestly, it might be the best thing I’ve ever done.” She leans forward, grinning. “It was… a lot of fun.”

She pauses, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “I mean, come on. Look at them.”

The tone shifts as Abby glances off-camera. Her body relaxes, her voice softening. “Alright,” she says with a slight grin. “You know what time it is.”

You step into frame, settling next to her with an easy smile. Dressed casually, you radiate warmth as you lean slightly into her space.

“Hey, Abigail,” you tease, nudging her with your shoulder.

She groans, rolling her eyes, though her lips curl into a faint smile. “You always do this,” she says. “Every damn year.”

“Of course,” you reply with a laugh, draping an arm around her shoulders.

The screen flashes to past clips of you and Abby: younger versions of you teasing 2019 Abby, 2021 Abby stealing glances at you, 2022 Abby barely hiding her grin as you step into frame.

You glance at her now. “It’s wild seeing all these little moments. Watching you grow up, watching how far you’ve come.” Your voice softens, genuine. “I’m proud of you, Anderson.”

Abby looks at you, her smirk fading into something more sincere. “Thanks,” she murmurs. “Means a lot coming from you.”

You break the tenderness with a laugh. “For the record, though, Abby was such a pain. I fell for her the moment we met, and she spent years rejecting me.”

Abby rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair. “Alright, fine. I was clueless, okay? But hey, look at us now.”

You smile, your gaze softening. “Yeah. Still love you, Abigail.”

She groans again, shaking her head. “Stop calling me that.”

The video fades to black, the sound of both your laughter lingering as the screen displays:

“See you next year.”

i’m obsessed with billie and Guess rn🙏🏻

[anna-scribbles]

last one i promise(<—lie)

[seattlesellie]

A lot of ppl say Abby is masc but I don’t see it 😭 I don’t think she’s super girly but don’t think she’s masc either.

oof i saw this discourse on twt the other day, to be honest i do think she’s masc by looking at her mannerisms and the way she carries herself !! but also it doesn’t mean she can’t be feminine as much as she is masculine !!

[the-gro-goroth]

If I could eat the rich, I’d have Abby Lee Miller bits in my lasagna. Whenever I look at her I see my lasagna in my mind. She just looks like the type to be have ground bits of her flesh in lasagna and nobody can tell me I’m wrong.

[honestlyamonsterfucker]

does anyone have any richjake, spicy bis, or boyf riends fics that are straight fluff im very desperate

[thereadingmoon]

the horror of my best friend’s exorcism is the same horror of rosemary’s baby. the mounting dread and frustration that gathers as you watch this poor, naïve, and trusting young woman try to claw out of a cage society makes for her that she can’t escape, a hole she’s digging deeper for herself because she mistook it for the escape route. you want to scream at her to wise up because if it was anybody else—someone smarter, someone less trusting, someone bolder—the story would’ve ended the moment things started acting up. but she isn’t any of those things and that’s the beauty and the ugliness of this horror story. she was just a woman who didn’t know better and look where that got her.

[megalomaniacz]

May I put in a request for fake dating HCs with rich Abby x poor reader? Like... Cinderella gone wrong almost lmao. It would be my nightmare as a person who doesn't understand or care much for fancy shit

we be putting reader in some SITUATIONSSSSS jesus give her a break.

but this idea lowkey eats like…

RICH!ABBY X POOR!READER FAKE DATING HCS 🦪

rich!abby paying you to pretend to be her girlfriend for two weeks so she can make her milan model gf jealous. (literally wtf.) she takes you to a bunch of salons to change up your style so you look how she wants you to.

you literally fucking despise her and it’s insane because she offered you the job after rudely ordering her coffee from you while on her phone NOT SAYING HI OR NOTHING JUST “can i get a blah blah blah..” like girl…came in wearing the craziest put together blouse and shorts situation too. her assistant quit or something idk.

“don’t smile, atleast not with your mouth, and pretend like you like kissing me.”

one night you’re staying in her high rise apartment (🙄) and there’s only glass water bottles and private chef food in the kitchen and all you want is a burger so she sends someone to get it for you (her being nice for once) and she forgets ur not in public for a second and kisses your forehead:)

can barely hide her attraction to you. i mean that’s why she asked u to do this in the first place, you’re hot as fuck. standing behind you to zip up your dress in the mirror and the tension is intenseeeeee. hand on the small of your back while she whispers “you look pretty.” into your left ear and when you shudder she smiles like a fucking idiot asshole cocky motherfucker thinking about how you’d shake underneath her…who said that???

lowkey two weeks pass and she’s like “no we have to keep going helena is still not texting me back. two more weeks, i’ll pay you double.” knowing damn well she just can’t get enough of your kiss prints all over her neck. FREAK!

[fappellmoan]

not to sit here and weave a story out of nothing like a little protagonist via my quirky online storytelling but i rekindled my friendship with sam who is such an interesting person there are just a lot of stories of all sorts and this is funny timing but truly we just fell into such an easy banter this past class so we were like omg lets hang right so. his roommate really is just like stupid hot right. i could get corny with it but i wont. a face sculpted by the hands of god though. all this prefaced i will now tell u an absolutely nothing story and i really mean that read at your own discretion ((A/N: trust and believe i yapped. putting under keep reading to be somewhat forgivable) (i am not in my best of states rn. okay.)

anyway so we're chillin in sams room im getting caught up on the latest construction projects and shit.. one thing abt sam hes always up to something. they've got an entire work desk #butchrealness. then i hear some singing out in the hallway but from where im sitting cant actually see anyone so convo just goes sam and roommate 'hey' 'hey' and then i peeked my little head out and waved and said hey and they stopped and set down their basket and said 'Hey' and then i did not introduce myself (flop) (combo of cramped room and sam talking and me being wildly awkward) (also keep in mind i dont know if this person has swiped left on me or not been on tinder or if theyd even recognize me anyway and hating that that's even a situation bc i hate that stupid app but just hoping worst case scenario i dont come off as an insane stalker but rather a victim of circumstance) but they just chatted for a sec abt whatever shelf sam needs to fix and that was that. and then they went back to humming which was cute or whatever

to set the next scene we're down in the kitchen and sams cooking and this is a while after we took his homemade gummies so im not rlly high per se but chillin and something about the noise and setup in their kitchen is so overstimulating for me lol when shes cooking im just like frozen. i always offer to help but he always just gets in a groove it's best i dont intervene. one time he had to tell me to go sit down in the other room bc i was freakin out a little lol

so im perched on this single high chair they have in the kitchen right next to their washer and dryer as sams whipping up some food and im kind of obnoxiously saying Unfortch in response to a story he was telling me and he gives me a look so im like UnfortunateLy. and then hes like 'psh i know unfortch i live with this guy' cue roommate strollin in with laundry and theyre just like Whaat and sam explains and theyre like Oh ofc you gotta know unfortch or whatever. forgot to mention that earlier in sams room they said three similar abbreviated words in a row just during a normal sentence and it caught me so off guard i wanted to giggle. so naturally my brain is going through Immediate social response of a semi awk laugh or quippy remark about that but also theyre literally like a foot away from me and im largely nonverbal atm lmfaoo so i just mumble smth to try and go along w the bit but then trailed off cause i was like wtf am i even saying. brain was overloaded

and then i was like um. i literally was just staring around doing fuck all like a perched bird or something but i was fighting a war in my mind of like ok do i introduce myself or look to sam to do so or do we not do that or is that rude idk but also they have headphones on one ear and are doing all their laundry shit and i once again dont want to be like overbearing but also well come on now we gotta feel out the vibe (and i do a great job here.) idk so im like Ok dont just look at them but dont Not look at them just behave like a normal person. you know. the usual. sam comes over to give me a bit of bread with balsamic vinegar and oil and i spilled it on my sweater fuck this stupid baka life (didnt really show. but still they were right there..)

and so after a min of this they were kinda like awkward laugh 'dont mind me' and i once again was very self conscious and had several things that wanted to come out 'not at all' 'dont mind me' 'it's your house' 'these all sound awful abby' then i got anxious that i was in the way the whole time but they were almost done and if i got into a weird apology thing well i would have had to kill myself so i just once again kind of uttered something that would have sounded like 'youresogoodicanmovetoo' and also 'sorry if i just keep like looking over at you' WTF IS THAT SHIT. FUMBLE BOOOOO and my follow up was essentially nothing cause i couldnt decide if i should say 'im just a bit out of it/high' 'im easily distracted (kys)' 'idk what to do w myself haha' 'im useless in the kitchen' (not entirely true) i mean just a few minutes before sam and i had talked about how ill just wander around peoples rooms and observe things to avoid feeling awkward and it's just how i am and so i was kinda just doing that due to the nerves of the sitch but there was only so much to look at. and i just sat there. offputting realness. whatever. so. straight face emoji. and that was mostly the extent of that i dont remember what they said in response just like a lil laugh or w/e. probably couldnt hear my stupid ass mumbling. so im thinking my chances of charming them at all are really stellar

if you read all this i want you to just take note that the events depicted here could not have been more than 3-4 minutes collectively. and yet the yap goes on..

for future reference, what did we learn? probably best to just continue convo with sam, excuse urself to br, or perhaps even attempt a conversation w them if ever in a similar situation again and they talk to you first again. also stop inventing complicated situations in ur head chill the hell out. idiot. says the bitch with the anxiety disorder. feel free to egg me on or tell me to fuck off ok xoxoxoxxo love u

[n0nam3fand0mch1ld]

This fanart was made because of a head cannon on fanfic ao3 that was Abbie mom being in the mafia.

There was stuff saying Abbie being rich (which is strange because I used to head cannon him being really rich but not in a “mafia” way but more in a “ANGEL au” way).

So, I wonder if Abbie could have been in the mafia business due to his age and yes (I guess maybe just introduced to it) so I drew Abbie dealing with crime stuff threatening someone to tell him where their boss is.

I drew Abbie in those stereotypical pin stripes jacket and pants, gave him a red tie, I gave him those fluffy studs because I kinda got Some inspired by some Angel dusts fan redesign that show him in a mafia like style clothes.I made him have black hair but red tips for the Apple theme and a stem with a leaf.

The idea of Abbie being able to kill someone is fun to me to imagine how he would torture the teachers who try to kill him.

(I really like all the Abbie headcanons there,3 limos lol🤣)

[algolagniaa]

Abby, dear. Let me impress upon you the position I’m in. We are coming up on ballet season. When I think back to last Thanksgiving I remember the sides, I remember the drinks, I remember the desserts, I remember the plates, I remember the cutlery - but I don’t remember the entree.

[doobydoobydoowau]

bro i signed up for queer joy not queer anguish ✋😭😭

[theriddlersunderwear]

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