#rich!abby

[cattjull]

Loving you was Enough

rich!abby x f!reader

You nuzzled your face in the crook of Abby's neck as your arms wrapped around her neck, no chance of letting her go.

She had been in a business trip somewhere in Asia, you had no idea where exactly, and she couldn't bring you with her since a relative of yours was sick and you wanted to take care of them.

You had missed her so much during the whole last week and finally being in her strong, buff arms was something you'd never thought you'd miss this much. 2 or 3 of her shirt's buttons were unbuttoned by you and her tie was in the coffee table, the soft fabric of her clothes and her perfume screamed ‘expensive’, no words needed at all.

“Missed y' so much Abs.”

“I know, I know, baby. I missed you too.” She said while rubbing her hand back and forth in your back while the other one squeezed and played mindlessly with your ass cheeks. “I brought you some gifts, though.”

“Abby, you didn't have to.” You whined trying to suppress a little smile, but both of you knew your expensive taste far outweighed your guilt for accepting whatever she had bought you this time.

“You will love it. All of it.”

“I love you.” You simply said.

“I love you too.”

Abby had a lot to offer you— too much.

Loving you was enough, though.

[beforeimdeceased]

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?”

[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.

[cattjull]

PART 1 HERE PART 3 HERE

Summary: Abby doesn't want something serious. You won't let her fuck you and give you nothing in exchange, will you?

CW: Just a little smut under the cut (mdni or just skip the italics part), r! is afab, dacryphilia if you squint, strap use (r! receiving), r! is kind of a manipulator.

Her dick slipped in and out of you relentlessly as you chanted her name, tears falling from your eyes from how good it felt.

"You like this?" She asked in your ear. The knot building in your stomach felt heavy, like a tub of ice cream. Her voice was sweet as caramel. Her panting was the cherry on top.

"Y-yeeahh." You managed to mutter out, your voice high-pitched. "M' gonna..."

"Come on, give it to me, baby." She commanded, and you instantly came. You were incredibly wet that night, so wet that you squirted all over Abby's strap, screaming louder than ever.

After some minutes you spent going to the bathroom, taking a pee, putting on some of Abby's T-shirts with no panties and washing your face, you came back to her bed where she waited for you, in short pajamas. You climbed onto her like a koala, wrapping your arms around her neck and your legs around one of hers. Some minutes passed while she just caressed your hair and you kissed her neck until you pulled back a little to look at her in the eye.

"Abby, will we be something?"

"Listen, I know you want this to be serious." She affirmed cautiously. You hadn't knew her for too long, so trying to guess what would she say next was practically impossible.

One way or another, you were afraid of what she would say next. Maybe she didn't like you? You didn't want her to go after spending a whole month with her and staying at her place at least twice a week.

"Mhm."

"But I don't think I can handle it. I'm too busy with work, and you know that." She excused herself, the guilt in her almost palpable as each word felt like a punch to your gut.

"So you just wanted to use me and throw me away like a broken toy?" Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you blinked rapidly.

"No, no, no, baby, listen." She seemed to instantly regret her choice of words and sat up too.

"Listen what? I don't want you to fuck me when you're free." You yelled at her, cracking your voice in purpose at the end of your sentence.

"We can have something casual if you want. But right now I'm really busy to-" The tears kept coming out of your eyes.

"No, I don't want to." Your voice came out of your mouth more high-pitched than usual and, honestly, it sounded like this was the worst day of your life.

"What if I pay you?"

"What?" You weren't sure you heard it well. This was kind of your goal, but you didn't expect her to offer it so easily. Plus, you wanted a rich girlfriend, not to be pampered like a whore.

"I'll pay you. Like a sugar baby. I won't be using you, I'll be giving you something in exchange." You acted like you had just started considering her offer.

"How much are we talking about?" You asked, still not convinced.

"Four thousands a month plus dates and gifts." Fine, this could work.

"You think that's enough for me after literally breaking my heart?" You asked coldly. You didn't feel exactly great using her this way, but you needed the money, didn't you? And, she in fact broke your heart

"Six thousands." You sighed and furrowed your eyebrows, pretending to be mad at her even if you were enchanted with the idea, and laid down next to her with crossed arms, facing the ceiling.

"I have some rules."

"Tell me."

"First, you can't be with someone else or I'll rip my eyes out of my head and kill myself in your front door step."

"Did you need to be that extreme?" She asked with a disbelief smirk.

"It's just so you remember it well." You smiled. "Second, you have to pretend you're my girlfriend in front of everyone. Everyone. And act like my girlfriend."

"I can do that."

"And third, don't treat me like a slut because I'm not one."

"I have the feeling you've done this lots of times before." She said with suspicion.

"Third rule." You reminded her in a warning tone.

"I didn't mean it in that way."

"Sure." You rolled your eyes and turned your back to her. She pulled you close to her, wrapping her big arms around your waist and forcing you to be the little spoon. "Hey!" You giggled.

"You shouldn't stay mad at me. It doesn't suit you."

"Fine, fine." You let yourself smile for once, wiping your tears.

"We'll go shopping tomorrow, okay?"

Taglist: @elliessgfsstuff @giuliaexe66 @playboygirlsnextdoor00 @justhereforthosefics

[beforeimdeceased]

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 nadia 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🤣)

[scattered-winter]

Will gets reduced to a Sunshine BF as if he wasn't complicit in what happened with Octavian. We all remember that in the Titan War he was like "well I don't normally endorse stealing but we need supplies so go break into some bodegas" and in BoO he literally did not care about Octavian dying. Annabeth bursts into terror and tears over Percy poisoning a goddess who was trying to kill them but Will has absolutely no problem with Nico committing mass murder. This is my favorite thing about him and fandom takes it away from me

yeah like. bro has DEPTH. almost like he's supposed to be a multifaceted 3-dimensional character or something. idk. let will go apeshit. i love it when healer characters simply do not give a fuck <3

[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.