abby, who’s gathering supplies for patrol when she finds a note from you sitting on her bedside table. a hint of a smile tugs at her lips as she reads it. it’s something simple, asking her to eat and wishing her luck out there. thank fuck manny isn’t here to tease her about the raging blush on her face.
abby, who sees you the day after with a twinkle in your eye, as if you were waiting for her to bring it up. she thinks you’re adorable like this, all eager to see her reaction. she can almost see your tail wagging.
“hey, uh.. thanks for the note. it was sweet. i definitely needed the luck, with all those stalkers we came across.” she says, a smile on her face and a gentle hand placed on the small of your back.
abby, who swears she can feel the air get knocked out of her lungs with how you beam at her in response, your eyes crinkled with that bright smile of yours she loves so much. you continue the conversation, but she barely hears a word when she’s trying not to kiss you.
abby, who now takes on new assignments with a newfound excitement. every time, without fail, she finds a new note before she leaves. one time, she wakes in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, but stills as she watches you slip into her room from afar. you pad over to her bed with quiet footsteps, placing the note at her bedside table before glancing (staring) at her ‘sleeping’ form. her dirty blonde hair frames her face as it’s down, and she looks so beautiful. your hands itch to run your fingers through them. you pull the covers over her before you go. she watches you leave, and god, you’re a vision with your mussed up hair and soft pajamas. the next day, the crew wonders why shes yawning so much, considering how good her sleep schedule is.
sometimes, the notes are in the books you recommend to her — carefully placed between pages that have her heart racing once she reads them, but not more than it does when she reads what you write for her.
abby, who drives herself crazy wondering if it was intentional (yes, yes it was). her fingers run along the words, and her eyes trace your handwriting as if committing it to memory, from the loops in your L’s down to the curves in your S’. she spends so much time re-reading the 8 words you wrote that she forgets the book altogether.
abby, who now has the small pocket in her backpack reserved for the little notes and messages you give her, alongside a part of the coin collection she always keeps with her. no matter where she goes, she’ll never forget to carry with her a piece of the two people she loves most.
abby, who pulls out the notes when she’s having those days where she just feels too much. the memories of what, and who she’s lost resurface, but your sweet messages do so much to ground her.
abby, who still can’t bring herself to tell you she loves you because she’s scared she’ll lose you too.
and you, who will wait for her as long as she needs. your quiet love always there, never leaving.
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a/n: ts is so ass.. first time writing in like five years 🙏🙏 but anywho i love when ppl are losers about each other.. might make a part two !! #stay tuned
content: pure fluff, kissing, abby being cute, suggestive themes, intentinoal lowercase
you don't even know how you got here. on abbys lap or even in her bedroom, her lips trailing down your neck nipping and sucking at the soft flesh as you moan her name “ngh abs please”
abbys mouth makes its way back to yours, her tongue plunging in your throat as she pins you down under her, her forearm holding your hands above your head as she takes the lead.
you moan into her mouth as her long fingers find your thigh and grip bruisingly, as she bites at your bottom lip you suddenly realize what's going on. you're making out with your best friend,in her bed. her mouth latched on yours, holy shit.
you and abby have been friends since kindergarten. she found you on the swings and asked you if you wanted to be friends, how could you say no.
then in 2nd grade you two had a fake wedding on the playground. you have always known that abby was more than a friend to you but you never wanted to ruin your friendship. too worried that she wouldnt feel the same she always has
this is real. you and your best friend are making out. as you both pull back and you rest your foreheads on hers you realize,
you wouldn't want to be anywhere else. not the playground, not the swings or the ceremony with the dumb ring pops when she remembered you don't like green apple so she traded her cherry, not the “ wanna study” text that you thought was innocent, that led you here. you just want to be in her arms. where you've wanted to be all along.
a/n: first time writing abby x reader 😓😍someone hold me back 🫦
ellie williams. her name has been popping up on your twitter tl too often recently, usually along with a clip of her doing some.. questionable stuff on her streams, like directly sniffing smelling salts. she’s amassed almost a million followers in just a couple of months. you, on the other hand, were the host of a podcast where you chatted with queer guests. some of your very gay interactions went viral and you started gaining a ton of traction. you never really intended for the podcast to be an actual source of income, but who were you to say no if being gay was paying you (when it usually does the opposite)?
you and ellie have been mutuals from before she even blew up, when you were both pretty niche content creators. but your interactions have stood pretty tame, until she decided to ask to come onto your podcast after she saw a clip of the ‘first kiss’ segment you do. specifically the clip where abby, another well-known influencer who made fitness and health content, kissed your neck and absolutely made you swoon. little does she know, abby practiced that move an embarrassing number of times before coming on.
regardless, ellie won’t pass up on a chance to kiss a pretty girl, especially when the pretty girl is you. you’ve been mutuals for a while now, so it’s basically like you guys know each other, right? it should be easy enough. and if she does well enough, maybe it could lead to something more! if it doesn’t, that’s totally fine. she really won’t care. no, actually. seriously.
the day of the shoot, ellie’s so nervous seeing how gorgeous you are in real life. how infectious your smile is. how soft your hair looks. how your lips are glossed with that pretty pink sheen, almost like you’re tempting her even more on purpose.
she thinks she totally tanked it before it even starts, all shifty-eyed and murmuring out of nervousness. not even stuttering cutely, murmuring. she slowly comes out of her shell once she realises how easy it is to talk to you, how effortlessly the conversation flows. also, you didn’t miss a single one of her references, which makes her think you could possibly be her future wife.
when you start introducing to her the infamous ‘first kiss’ segment, ellie pretends she’s hearing about it for the first time. she asks for permission to kiss you at least 7 times, along with pinky promise consent. thankfully, you don’t seem to find it weird at all, its pretty endearing seeing her trip over her own heels trying to act nonchalant.
when her lips finally meet yours, its short, sweet, and slightly awkward in true ellie fashion. you’re both giggling softly when you pull away, and her head instinctively leans forward to chase your lips till she catches herself and pulls back too. the final clip is edited, because she couldn’t really charm you the way she wanted. but you much preferred this version, and its safe to say she was definitely gonna make another appearance on your podcast, and maybe in your room later that night too. ✿
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a/n: this clip reminded me SO MUCH of ellie (n also abby to some extent) i couldnt help but write a bit abt it.. hope you enjoy !! 🌷
c/w: nsfw mdni, fingering, use of strap, choking if u squint, oral sex, soft dom!abby (but she’s a lowk a lil condescending), sub!reader
at the start of your relationship, abby would never just come to you when she’s feeling needy. no, she’d rather walk around in her too-tight tops which are thin enough for you to see her bra underneath.
she’d rather pull out a coin and start idly playing with it, rolling the quarter between her knuckles like second nature and passing it between hands. she’ll make sure it pulls your attention to them — her pretty, thick fingers that were knuckles deep inside you just a few days ago. two of her fingers felt like three of yours, your gummy walls stretched around them and clenching whenever she told you how you’re soaking her fingers, such a messy girl.
she’d rather be ‘too late’ to go to the gym, as if that ever happens, which forces her to work out at home. her legs are spread obscenely wide as she sits on the edge of the bed and does her bicep curls. she can feel you watching her, her muscles straining against her flimsy shirt like it’d tear. she lets out small noises at each curl, the same way she was doing when she had you between her legs and moaning along with her at the taste of her pussy.
she’d rather choose to go any way that allows her to subtly brush up against you. you’re standing in a narrow path? she’s already there trying to squeeze in behind you and ‘move past you’ with her hands settled on your waist. her hand splays at the small of your back, the way it did when she had you bent over for her with your face buried in the pillows. she pressed down and made your arch deeper than you thought possible, thrusting deep into you with her strap. her other hand snaked around you to rub your clit just right.
she’d rather offer to help with your makeup when you’re about to go out, doing your lips isn’t so hard anyway. you’re sitting on the bed as she stands in front of you. she has your chin between her thumb and index finger, tilting your head up as she outlines your lips with liner. you don’t know when, but eventually her hand ends up gently wrapped around your throat as she drags the lip gloss wand along your lips. she’s asking about your day, maybe…? you’re not paying attention anymore, just nodding dumbly as you look up at her with half lidded eyes.
abby will always carefully lay out the crumbs for you, make the work easy. just take the bait, baby. she’ll do it till she sees that familiar look in your eyes, the one that begs her to just stop and keep going at the same time.
she’ll make it seem like you’re the one who couldn’t help yourself and started it all. tch, always so needy, aren’t you? shh, it’s okay. she’ll take care of you. just lay back. that’s it, good girl.
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a/n: soo i was making the meme at the top but seeing that picture of abby made me go Insane so. Yeah. i ended up writing this 💗 soft dom abby for valentines hellll yeah !! enjoy !!
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been playing sooo much rdr2 recently n im so obsessed w my red dead dr (shifters ily) so enjoy some butch cowboy!ellie hcs!! :3 it’s only short bc i haven’t written in forever so forgive me<3
cowboy!ellie who you first meet in your local saloon, the sound of her boots clicking against the hardwood floor drawing you attention to her. she thinks she’s as smooth as anything when she slides onto the barstool beside you to order you another round of drinks, but to be fair to her… it works on you. ;)
cowboy!ellie who loves when you ride behind her on shimmer!!
your arms tighten around her middle as shimmer picks up the pace of her galloping, and ellie releases her right hand from shimmer’s reins to reach down and hold your own that are clasped firmly together. she chuckles and gives your hands a light squeeze, “you’re fine, baby.” the way her voice rasps makes your stomach flip in all the right ways, instantly relaxing your tense limbs.
cowboy!ellie who always makes sure she has a flower ready for you. like no matter what!!! she will never approach you without a flower in hand.
your boots echo against the wood of ellie’s porch as you near her front door, bringing up a fist to knock a few times. it takes ellie no time to answer the door — however the smile on her face drops suddenly as something seems to dawn on her. “els, you okay?” you ask, though she’s gone in seconds, leaving her front door wide open… so naturally, you let yourself in! the sound of ellie’s back door hitting into the wall has you jumping where you stand, and you curiously make your way through to her kitchen to get to the bottom of what all of the fuss is about. however, your answer comes not even seconds later in the form of (a very fast mind you) ellie williams, sprinting down to the end of her garden to retrieve you a flower from the bush you had planted together a few months back. ever the romantic, hey?
cowboy!ellie who buys you your very first firearm — and boy is she so proud of it. ellie had it personally made just for you, the swirly patterns that litter your entire wardrobe visible all over. god she knows you so well. but your favourite part? the engraved initials in the handle. yours and her own, forever partnered up wherever you take her (yes, the gun is a she). she presents it to you after one of her favourite type of date nights you take part in frequently, ellie getting to come home from work to find you in her dining room, steaming plates laid out on the dark oak table.
“d’ya like it?” there’s something about the thrilled nature of her voice that makes your heart swell as you glance up at her, delicately cradling the gun in your hands. “els, it’s gorgeous. thank you! thank you so much!” you boast in a giddy voice, gently placing it back down into its box so you can practically launch yourself into her lap, plenty of laughter and kisses following.
Synopsis : Ellie's a rockstar, and you? You're her fangirl. Every song she ever published was in your mind every five minutes. But is your celebrity crush that ideal?
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You just moved in your new house in Germany, you had to because of your dad that just got in the new military unit. You're in a diner, eating some pancakes while making notes, when a guy in his thirties comes upon you.
"Hey, you live here, in the unit?" He was in a military suit, his jacket buttoned to the top and some parts of his shirt looked out of the jacket. He looked really kind, with a charming smile and like there's no threat he could give you.
As you look up, at him, you nod.
He nods in response.
"Right. I saw you here before. I'm local jester."
You nod again and smile while listening to him introducing himself.
"Do you like Ellie Williams?"
You chuckle in responce. Everybody knows her. Every person that you knew knows the name Ellie Williams. Well, she was talented, had good songs. What else is needed?
"Yes. Who doesn't?"
"I'm a friend of her. Would you like to go to Ellie's party?"
Now you're home, begging your parents to visit the party she had. You were too young for this, too young for her. You're 15 and she's 24. Your parents, who are probably sane said no. And that's what every mentally healthy person would say. However, the next day, at the diner you were with your family having a dinner. Harry, the friend of Ellie, walked to your table just to ask your parents, especially dad, to let you go to the party. And he did his job well, 'cause your dad said the wanted word "Yes". The only term was that Harry and his wife would drive you there.
After you finished your classes, you got home. After an hour they were at your house to pick you up, you quickly ran down and sat in to the car. At Ellie's house it was really loud. Too loud for you, especially. You found your place immediately, a couch in the corner, where nobody could bother you. Too focused on something you were drinking, you didn't notice how THE Ellie Williams sat right next to you. After a little conversation that seemed lovely not just for you it was time to go home.
Next day. You were home after school and somebody called you. It was Harry. Another party at Ellie's house, that's what he said.
"My parents won't let me go there. I.. I'm probably not coming." You sounded upset. And that's what you really were. You liked her since you were 14. Just a fangirl.
"Don't worry about that."
And here you are, at her house, again sitting on the couch and talking to her. Another small talk that, as you thought, wouldn't be something more.
"You're a high-schooler?" She said, looking at you and sipping on her apple-juice-looking drink. That probably was whiskey.
"No.. Middle." You were looking at her. I would say checking her out. Your gaze were on her face, her eyes mostly, then her shirt and pants. Ellie noticed that, she surely did, but said nothing just to not make you feel embarrassed or make you shy.
"You're just a baby." She laughed and tilted her head, while watching you roll your eyes.
"Yes." The attitude you had in this simple word was fascinating. Just for her. Maybe that's what attracted her in you. Maybe it wasn't your attitude but the way you were melting under her gaze, who knows?
"Wanna move somewhere... quiet?"
She immediately understood how that could've sound and shook her head.
"Not that i want to do something bad... I just like to talk to you. I really do."
You looked at her and then moved your gaze at the crowd and bit your lip while deciding what to do. Then you nodded.
"Go upstairs and then right. My room is first on the left. I'll be there too soon."
You went upstairs and then to her room. The room was clean. Unhealthy clean. Walls are dark green, curtains are black. Dim lights that she had in the room made it look mysterious, like It's some murderer's room. You walked further in and started wandered around it. Something that looked like a love letter were laying on her table. It had a lipstick stain on it. Yes, it was a love letter. Then you heard the door open and you turned to face her. As Ellie walked in, she looked at you from head to toes and sat on the couch that she had near her bed. You sat down next to her. You had another conversation that was really intimate. She seemed vulnerable while talking about her dead mother who she missed a lot. You didn't notice how close she was now, and then, her lips touched yours and you kissed. As realization kicked in, you pushed away.
"You should probably go home, little one." She said, looking at your lips. And you did. No matter how much you wanted to do otherwise, she was the person that you would always obey to.
After this kiss you felt like you were ascending from the floor. In the school you didn't listen what the teachers were saying. Everything you thought of is her lips hovering yours and how she looked at you while saying that you need to go.
Day after day. No calls from neither Ellie nor Harry. Did she forget about you? Or is she with the one that wrote that one love letter? Just as you thought about the letter, ur phone rang. You walked downstairs to answer and you heard that voice that has been in your head since the evening you spent there.
"Priscilla?" You flinched at her voice.
"Yes?" Don't act stupid. Don't ask who it is.
"Who's that?"
"Ellie. Ellie Williams. Wanna come over again?" She sounded.. different. Not that vulnerable how she did last time you were together.
"That's the third time.. My parents won't let me." You sounded a little exhausted. Asking your parents again was like something heavy and uneasy for you.
"Don't worry."
After your conversation, somebody called your dad. Ellie. You were expecting him to say no like he always did but he was happy to let you go there. That was weird but.. who cares. You just had to see her. It's like an addiction. Like heroin.
At your somewhat-called date she asked you to live with her temporarily in America,
and of course you agreed. She's the love of your life.
She bought you a first-class ticket for your flight. It went good, no problems. And now you're at the door, with her friends, waiting for the door to open. Ellie met you with a hug and a kiss on your lips. This week has to be the best one you ever had in your life. The first day went pretty good. Everyone in the house treated you right, you were adorable. As evening came, Ellie went to the bedroom with you.
You changed your clothes to pajamas and layed down with her. A kiss on your lips made you sit on her lap and deep it, but then she pulled away.
"Wait... I can do something that i will feel sorry about."
"And what's the problem with that?"
She gently pushed you away and took a little plastic jar with pills. She gave you one, while taking it in her mouth.
"Take that. It will help you sleep."
You obeyed. As always. And as you started to fall asleep, she hugged you and pressed hardly to herself.
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