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honestly want abby to fall asleep on top of me- snoring n everything. her head on my chest, leg hiked up on my waist n all. i’d neverrrrr let her move.
literally want nothing more than this. abby’s leg hiked up around your waist her head laying against your chest and snores coming from her pouty lips. all of her weight rests on top of you, but you welcome it. you were supposed to leave a few hours ago to meet some friends, but you don’t have the heart to move her. so you just rub her back, run your fingers through her hair, smoothing over the top her head. abby whispers your name in her sleep, and it makes you smile.
it’s never like this with her. she usually likes to be one who holds rather than being held. you take comfort knowing how vulnerable she lets herself be around you. her soft breath on your exposed chest, her hands subconsciously land on your hips as her thin sheets barely hold over her hips and yours, her bare skin feels like heaven. strong, freckled back is a sight to see, and you can’t help yourself watching her. you never want to leave this moment, always want to say right here in serenity with her.
wife pleaser (i don’t mean the shirt)
repost wherever but credit me @valentars on twitter!!
Something that has always plagued my mind with girlfriend! Ellie is how she would dedicate her instagram to you. I can imagine her posting your photos with cringey captions like “My muse.” and photo dumping horrible fisheye photos of your forehead for her followers to see.
I think she is also incredibly kind about her photos (especially in modern day non-tlou au) where she has a digital camera she stole from joel that she take’s everywhere- most of it being taken up of stills of her favorite person (you.)
Def takes photos of you doing the most mundane stuff and for some reason she just makes it so beautiful it has you in awe (??) Like she will take a picture of you doing the dishes and suddenly your some vogue model in a dreamy life.
These are the kinda digitals Ellie takes, and it’s caused her to gain a cult following online which she actually always forgets about (like “oh yeah that one got 14k like… i didnt realize… oh” so nonchalantly) :
comfort; abby anderson
summary; comforting abby after a rough patrol.
wc; 452
a/n; fr not happy with this but it was a cute idea😞 and i need something to post !!!!
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the look on abby’s face says it all as she trudges into the apartment, her footsteps heavy against the floor as she makes her way over to your shared section of the room.
you’re both glad that manny isn’t here right now, knowing him he’s probably out banging that damn scientist again. and it leaves the two of you alone and unbothered for the rest of the night.
abby looks like she’s had such a rough day. the bags under her eyes tantamount to the stress she’s feeling and the lack of sleep she’s been functioning on, her usually bright eyes seeming dull and lifeless. she pulls her tank top over her head and leaves it to fall to the floor beside the bed, kicking her boots off with a subtle thud before pulling her cargo pants down her long legs.
you pull the covers back and make grabby hands at her, “cmere, baby~” abby immediately lets herself be pulled down into your arms with a sigh, her body relaxing from its stiff and rigid state. the tiny bed leaving you in a bit of an uncomfortable position but she couldn't care less right now. all she needs is you.
you lay her on your chest and bring the covers up to warm her exposed body, running your hands up and down her back slowly. she relaxes even further and gently rests her head against you. as she lets her guard down, she takes a slow breath, and when she exhales, there is a slight tremble in her voice, “bad day.“
with a quiet sob, she lets herself cry into your shirt without saying another word. she’s so sore and overall frustrated with her day, and the only way to express her feelings is by breaking down in your arms.
she’s clutching at your body, desperately trying to get closer. she’s a mess, breathing erratically as she tries to calm down. she’s trying to keep herself together, but her tough exterior is crumbling, and it seems that she’s finally letting you see just how much she’s been bottling up. she’s still being fairly self composed, but you can tell she desperately needs comfort.
“shhh…baby, its okay. im right here-” you coo at her and kiss her forehead. she knows its true too, you're the only person she can even let her guard down with and allow herself to be vulnerable with. you're her rock, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
you continue to rub her back and whisper soothing words to her as you wipe her remaining tears. you start to stroke her soft hair until her body goes completely lax and she drifts off to sleep in your arms.
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an; THIS IS SO BAD IM SORRY…..but….dbf!abby fic part 2 coming maybeee tonight !!🤞🏼
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Thinking about Abby just loving back and head scratchs
You're just sitting on the couch,reading,Abby comes back from patrol tired,like extremely tired.She greeted you with a soft hug and kiss before she goes to shower.She barely has energy to shower but she still does.At home,she usually just wears men's shorts and a t-shirt but this time,she just put on her boxers and grabbed one of your t-shirts and puts it on (which surprisingly fits her and is a little losse on her).She makes her way to you and lays down on the couch with her head in your lap.You put the bookmark in your book,close it and put it down on the coffee table.You hand instinctively goes to undo her braid,you lightly comb your fingers through her hair while she hums in approval.While one hand is gently massageing her scalp and lightly scratching it,your other hand rests on her back.You start to gently scratch her back as well.Abby hums in approval and she leans slightly into your touch.Every night after patrol looked like this,Abby asleep in your lap while you gently scratch her back and head.This doesn't just happen after patrol,it happens most of the time when it's a rather lazy day.Abby either laying on top of you or in your lap,while you gently scratch her back and scalp, peppering kisses to her forehead as well
Something that's not smut for a change
wlf!abby headcanons <3
pairing: abby anderson x reader summary: just some self-indulgent headcanons about life at the WLF base with abby because i love her. that's all warnings: none! just abby being abby and being in love. the best combo
abby will ALWAYS wait up for you without fail if you're out on patrol at night. she barely sleeps anyway but she especially can't sleep if she doesn't know if you're safe so she stays in your room and reads but she's not actually taking anything in, just scanning the pages because she can't even focus
if on the extremely rare and strange occasion you're sent out together she'll always be watching your back - she trusts you and knows that you know what you're doing but if she spots the smallest bit of danger near u she's there within the blink of an eye
she's holding your head in her hands, tearing up when you almost get ripped apart by a runner on what was probably ur worst patrol yet "are you okay? are you clean?? are you sure? holy shit..."
beats u at backgammon almost every single time.. doesn't beat u at rummy though
if you're both working out together she will drop what she's doing to spot you and gets excited for you when you hit a new PB
gets embarrassed when u watch her work out because she knows she pulls weird faces.. "stop looking at me. it's distracting..." she'd playfully roll her eyes but do nothing to stop you from staring. you may even think she likes feeling embarrassed
ur work out schedules align so that u get to do yoga together :) it's funny watching her try and do the tree pose when she loses her balance every 4 seconds
abby got a lil too drunk one night at one of the salt lake crew parties and leah and jordan had to (reluctantly) lure her to ur room and ask u to look after her bc she refused help from anybody else 😔 (luckily your roomie was in their partners room...) she's a big gal so thinks she can handle her drink until she's 9 shots deep and thinks she has 13 fingers
in the cafeteria if she spots you talking with some friends she'll watch from afar for a while just to admire u being urself <3 she'll then come over and make her presence known with a hand on your back but won't interrupt your conversation or want the attention on her because she likes hearing you talk and knowing u have other ppl around u <3
has a hand on ur lower back/thrown over your shoulders whenever you're walking around the base because she always wants to be touching you. or she'll link your pinkies together when the hallway seems quieter than normal. abs isn't too big on PDA so likes to keep things subtle but always wants u to know she's there w her gentle touches
you massage her back and shoulders almost every evening when she's had a long day, even on nights where you're not sharing a bed and manny is in the room, and she's always knocked out like 5 mins after whilst you're still sat on her lower back. girl loves a massage
she sent manny packing to his weird sex den one night so she could decorate their shared room with half-dead flowers she miraculously found on patrol that week and make a romantic evening for you both... "as romantic as you can make a room in a fucking stadium" she'd mutter under her breath once she stands back and admires her work
she batted her eyelashes and smiled harder than usual @ the kitchen workers to cook a special meal for her other than burritos and she dug out the dusty 'timeless love songs' CD manny's dad gave her a few months back. you both ate, laughed and danced to unforgettable by nat king cole specifically and she felt a lil silly at first but it all went away when she saw the smile on ur face <3
at night time when u both can't sleep you'll lay in bed together and plan ur lives 'after the apocalypse'... abby wants to adopt a dog and live in a big house with u :(
she taught u how to do her braid perfectly so if she's stayed the night u braid her hair for her before she goes... "wow, nailed it babe"
when u saw her room for the first time u asked her about the painting from her dads office next to her bed and she got sad :( but opened up to u about her past and from then u knew u were in it for life
she reads to u if you're sleepy and she isn't and tells you she loves you and kisses your forehead when she thinks you're asleep (you're not - you always hear her)
she'll protect u with her entire life and will kill anyone or anything that gets in ur way. she loves u.
i can fix her
i want to be a sweet and friendly girl but there’s all this anxiety. and the horrors
Unfortunately the way to leave the house is just to do it. You gotta put on some bad eyeliner and go to the club alone and talk to no one and get too drunk and cry all the way home because you're so useless. And then you wake up the next day and realize, "Oh, I guess that wasn't so bad." Maybe you do it a few more times just to get the lesson to really stick. And then you're free. Then you can do anything.
can't believe hot girls follow me. if we were in the club i couldn't even look At you. love you
Ethel Cain I love you
just cried about her
girls vs getting over anything thats ever happened to them in their life
i’m kind of like if a girl did nothing with her life
*violently sobbing* I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER
what they dont tell you about growing up as a very lonely little girl is that you grow up and still a part of you remains that very lonely little girl
sorry but i think only abby’s girlfriend can reblog this post :/
florist! abby Headcanons ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
a/n: something quick n sweet you knowwwww got this random thought and had to write it I couldn’t resist I couldn’t. I also saw that no one done florist! abby(?) so I wanted to be the first to hop on! plus I missed writing for Abs — my baby, so enjoy ♡
warnings: 18+, MDNI, some fluff, gets smuttier halfway in, strap, blowjob (strap), eating you out, mentions of obsessive behaviors, polaroid nudes-ish, fingering, edging, public-sex-ishh, soft dom! Abby, tatted! Abby. Hinted at smoker Abby if you squint, petnames, fingers in mouth, masturbation, use of the word mommy, use of the word pussy, fem reader.
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ೀ florist! Abby wears a basic white cropped t-shirt and black dickies under her beige apron. Her apron has a rainbow flag pin, with black pliers in one pocket. Doc Martins on her feet, tied miserably into a bow, it’s a miracle she doesn’t trip around the flower shop. She has a carabiner on her belt loop that jingles every time she walks.
– apart from smelling like the flowers (obvi bc of where she works) smells like heavy pine and fresh soap, like forget the additives – just clean if ykyk
ೀ florist! Abby gets little patchwork tattoos in random places: a dainty lavender tattoo on her wrist, a little crescent moon behind her ear, paw prints on her bicep for her late dog Alice, a ‘gentle artist’ in bolded times new roman font – but dainty on her forearm. Her knuckles are tatted spelling out “FUCK YOU”.
ೀ florist! Abby that has a ‘Save the Bees!’ sticker on the back of her phone case. Super Bee activist.
ೀ florist! Abby who spends all day in the floral shop, playing music from her playlist on the shop’s aux, slightly swaying to the music as she works on a bouquet. She works with such prestige, god her hands work so quickly at building arrangements but the outcome is so beautiful and that’s why she has many customers. She definitely uses any leftover flowers as bookmarks for her books.
ೀ florist! Abby who’s aux will go from Lauryn Hill to Boy Genius to Mac Miller — she gets compliments on her music taste by customers all the time.
ೀ florist! Abby stops working on a bouquet when you walk into the store because of how confused you look. Wanting to save a damsel in distress. Abby moves from her place at the counter walking over to where you stood looking at the different types of flowers, creeping behind you. You smell divine to her, driving her head crazy knowing that your scent alone will be stuck in her head all day. The floral shop is a slow yet steady business, so Abby definitely doesn’t forget a face or a smell. The form-fitting dress you wore that day, the way your hands bunched at the fabric in confusion had her head spinning!
“Beautiful aren’t they?” Abby whispers from behind you,
Actually scares the living shit out of you when you see her standing behind you, but the way the sun was hitting her face from the big window panels made you less nervous. Rather in awe at the beauty in front of you. Her sunkissed skin, and silky blonde mane, were raveled in a delicate braid with wispies around her face. The raspiness from her voice – which honestly sounded like a smoker's voice now that you thought about it.
ೀ florist! Abby who makes small talk with you while making your boquette for you (taking her slow sweet time), asking you where you’re from and what you’re doing in town? Absolutely praying that the flowers aren’t for some significant other of yours, Abby letting out an exhale when you say that they’re for your mom who you are visiting for dinner. When you mention you are unsure of what flowers to get don’t worry Abby will help you!
“So pretty girl, are you more minimalistic, talking Lilies, Gardenia’s, Jasmine – which is over there...or colorful? Which I think your beautiful self enjoys a nice Orchid, Camellia, or Begonia?”
Definitely shocks you with how well she knows her stuff
ೀ florist! Abby zones out when you are speaking and stares at your lips for far too long, looking at the way your pink gloss shines wondering how your pretty lips would look taking her strap. Percase covered in spit, from your saliva that has built up from blowing her off. Abby wanted to do nothing more than take the pretty little fabric ribbon from your hair and tie it around your hands as she went down on you while you beg her to touch you in all the right places – it was all a dream to her. Wet dreaming with you right in front of her.
Undeniably horny and touch deprived…she spends so much time in the floral shop she doesn’t have time for dating apps and finds shit like Tinder CORNY LOL.
Meanwhile, you are trying your hardest not to stare at the way her arms are flexing or how her fingers are paying delicate attention to your bouquet, mentally laughing at the “FUCK YOU” on her knuckles, it contrasted her soft nature so much.
ೀ florist! Abby who slips in a little note into your tote back when you’re not looking, with her number on it, hoping that you would find it and call her soon, Which you do find when you are scrambling for your keys on your way back to the car. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt to give the overly, steaming attractive florist a call.
ೀ florist! Abby when the two of you start dating, she would teach you how to make a bouquet, standing closely behind you – her body right up against your back as you feel her breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you what to do
“Atta girl, look at that my sweet girl – woah! watch your hand there’s a thorn baby.”
Will definitely put her hands over yours as she works with the knife to make sure there isn’t any thorns so you don’t prick yourself.
ೀ florist! Abby fucking you in the flower shop, when the shop is closed. Having her head in between your thighs, as her jaw slacks – the sound of your juices sloshing against her mouth as she sends hums into your pussy making you let out low mewls. Bringing a hand up to cover your mouth but she slaps it away so that she can see you
“Don’t hide from me baby, I wanna see you…look at how beautiful you look whining for me doll”
ೀ florist! Abby who kept your lace underwear in her pocket after she fucked you in the floral shop keeping it for safe-keeping (pft…we all know what she is doing with that)
ೀ florist! Abby who shows you her small pocket-sized notebook full of different flowers and arrangement ideas she had. Even the sketches of a flower bouquet that she made inspired by you and all your favorite flowers.
ೀ florist! Abby definitely tucks flowers behind your ears, specifically a white or light-pink Carnation. Especially loves putting one behind your ear as she fucks you with her strap, missionary style so she can see your face – just loves your face honestly. Bending down to kiss your lips, her cheeks dusted red with the pressure she applies.
Tucking her head into your neck swiftly smelling the carnation that she put behind your ear driving her even further insane as she drills into you — makes her go faster.
ೀ When she starts teaching you more about flowers, Definitely uses sexual enforcement to get you to remember it. Will have you sat on her counter as she stands in between your legs – locking you in as she lunges two fingers into you, edging you and not letting you cum until you say the right name of the flower that she taught you. But you could hardly focus staring at her inked knuckles as they pump in and out of you which only makes you reach your climax even further.
“You wanna come don’t you my sweet girl? I know you want to…just say the name– awh don’t whine at me…I know you know it dollface, I don’t buy that you don’t.”
Sometimes she’ll give you a hint if the flower starts with one of the letters on her knuckles she will stick the corresponding finger into you, working at getting you just about there as her finger curls into you. Your vision is blurry as you can hardly tell what the letter is, moaning out as you try to focus on the order of the letters on her knuckles to catch the hint.
“C’mon baby I’m giving you a hint…pay attention sweetheart– focus!”
ೀ florist! Abby when you get it wrong and she finally lets you come — is fake-mad at you, shoving the lettered finger down your throat as you gag on her fingers covered in your juices.
“Baby the hinted letter was C, and the other finger was U, flower: Curcuma. You’ll get it right next time right sweetheart? You won’t let mommy down hmm?”
ೀ florist! Abby is definitely a soft dom just saying… soft as hell, loves when you hold her – kiss her, and skin-to-skin contact is important as hell she just wants to feel you and loves when you baby her.
ೀ Definitely keeps a Polaroid of you holding flowers in pink floral lingerie in her beige apron and another one of you in her wallet, that way she has you on her at all times (honestly probably touched herself to blow off some steam after a hard shift while looking at it)
ೀ Depending on how far the relationship goes, especially if y’all start talking marriage will get your favorite flower tatted and not tell you until you see a dainty tattoo of your favorite flower on her collarbone slightly above her heart as she is filling you up, you questioning her in between moans about it.
“Mmhm…fuck is that new? Shit..abbyplease – wait is that my favorite flower?” You ask, as she grinds into you – your finger dragging against the tattoo
“Yes baby, you’re all mine. Mine…mine…mine” As she pounds harder into to you each time she says mine. Obsessive, possessive + territorial, let’s talk about it
ೀ florist! Abby is overall just a sweetheart who loves you so much and just wants you to be her pretty flower – her muse, you definitely inspire most of her bouquets and she is so happy you ran into her shop looking for flowers that day.
i love abby anderson. i love abby anderson. i love abby anderson. i love abby anderson. i love abby anderson. i love abby anderson. i love abby anderson. i love abby anderson. i love abby anderson. i love abby anderson. i love abby anderson.
