Yves

[saintyveningstar]

Masterlist

This is me realizing how many things I've actually published. Includes Metallica RPF, TLOU, Stranger things, Devil Wears Prada, and Christina Koch RPF

METALLICA

Hole in the Sky / James makes the grave mistake of hitting Kirk in an argument. Cliff scolds him. — If 6 was 9 / Somebody ate Cliff's food and pissed is an understatement. — Overture to "A Midsummer Night's Dream", Op. 21: Allegro di molto / Cliff gets his little sister out of drug trouble with their parents. — Youngest Daughter / Cliff helps his younger sister through the issues of being fifteen.

THE LAST OF US

Mama! Abby Headcannons / Headcannons of Abby Anderson as a mom, real-world AU — Mind Your P's and Q's / Abby getting in trouble with her father Jerry, real-world AU — Spiderman Band-aids and Insulin shots / In which Abby’s son has problems with his insulin pump and she has to step in — Eine Alpensinfonie, Op. 64: II. Sonnenaufgang / Abby braids her daughter's hair and brushes her sons before school —Mama! Abby Headcannons No. 2 / Headcannons of Abby Anderson as a mom, real-world AU — I love you most / Abby handling self harm in her son — Untitled / Abby smelling weed on her son — Accident Prone / Owen pays Abby and his daughter a visit in the hospital after being the one to put her there. — Untitled / Abby's son gets caught drinking — Coming Clean / Abby's son has trouble not smoking and tells her —My way / Abby x Fem OC with an autoimmune disease (NSFW) —Untitled / Ellabs when their daughter is misbehaving — Untitled / An ask about Abby pregnant or post-partum — Gentle Mom! Abby / Gentle Mom! Abby headcannons — Untitled / An ask about how Abby would punish her kids. — Doctor! Abby Anderson / Headcannons about how Doctor Abby Anderson would be with a wife with an autoimmune disease (Some NSFW) — Untitled / An ask about how Abby would be with her diabetic child. — Untitled / An Ask about Abby's religion —Untitled / An ask about Doctor! Abby Anderson taking care of her sick kid.

STRANGER THINGS

One Thing Right / In which Steve Harrington finds out that Eddie's name is not Edward, and more shocking facts about him follow.

DEVIL WEARS PRADA

Miranda Priestly with an older daughter / an Imagine — Yours for the day / Miranda leaving work to take care of her sick daughter

CHRISTINA KOCH

Wife! Christina Koch / Christina comes home from a long day at the office (NSFW) — Undone / Christina can be very enthusiastic (NSFW) — A Small Lesson / "Don't work so much that you forget about what's happening around you". Fluff

[saintyveningstar]

I want this girl so bad and I know I have her but I’m getting impatient

[saintyveningstar]

A Small Lesson

Christina settled into bed still brushing her hair. It was the time of night where she’d taken her glasses off and changed into a comfortable shirt and shorts. She’d already let the dogs out, checked all the locks, then again, checked the stove, and the fire place. She worried about things like that in her singular Christina way.

You both scooted inward to be closer to each other, and she reached over and turned her lamp off, setting her hair brush down.

Christina’s nose settled into your hair, breathing in your shampoo, and your nose was against her chest. She wrapped her arms around you.

“I have this intern.” She said, chin atop your head.

“Yeah?”

“She’s a young kid, real young. About seventeen years old.”

"What's she like?"

"Oh, brilliant. Truly. She reminds me a lot of you, more-so back then, you know?" Christina paused, kissing your hair in her words' absence. "She works so hard, always running herself into the ground on account of others. I asked her not to work so hard that she forgets who she is outside of ... you know, school, NASA. She gets in the office before I do and I usually have to force her to take a break. Like someone I know."

You laugh, holding her tighter, "I wonder who."

"Cheeky." Christina reached down and pinched the side of your thigh, earning a jerk and a squeal from you. "Though, seriously, I'm excited for her future, after college and everything. She says she wants to join my team, and I'd be wise to let her. I know she'll be a force by then. But God, I just wish she'd take a break every once in a while. It's like she's always 'on'. It worries me sometimes."

"I never knew how it looked from the outside."

Christina pulled back slightly, "Well, yeah, baby. Usually, a person running themselves into the ground for whatever they believe matters does have an effect on those around them. That's common sense."

"But Christina—"

"But nothing, really. Don't ever care so much about your work that you forget what's happening around you." She placed a kiss on your forehead, "The people who care for you, " she kissed your cheek, "Who love you," she kissed your nose, "Who even like you, somehow." and finally, your lips. You laughed into her kiss, swatting her collarbone.

"Who's cheeky now?"

"Just returning the favor, honey."

[saintyveningstar]

I want a handsy muscular butch to tell me what to do like I didn’t think I was a munch but hello

[mirandy-is-everything]

Miranda: *glares at Andy*

Andy: ?

Miranda: *glares harder*

Andy: um… is everything ok Miranda?

Miranda: *full on scowls*

Andy: *takes Miranda’s hand*

Miranda: *relaxes*

Miranda: Why must you make everything so difficult, Andrea?

[riddletan]

she is ethereal

[saintyveningstar]

Undone

You’d been at the dining room table with a legal pad, attempting to review your points. You were in the process of getting your PhD in molecular biology.

She came behind you, thumb at the base of your neck, fingers sweeping your hair to the side. Christina placed a chaste kiss on the place where your neck met your shoulder.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” You said, turning to look up at her. She kissed around your neck to the front, traveling up your jaw, the side of your face. When she finally pulled back, it was hard to describe the look in her eyes, something like awe, something like want.

Your noses grazed each other, and Christina placed a kiss on your lips.

“Christina—“ you said, words swallowed by another kiss. She placed her hands on the sides of your head over your hair, holding your head still.

She pulled back again.

“What’s with you?” You asked, laughing a little bit at how enthusiastic she was.

“I don’t know.” She said, fingers crossing your face, tracing over your marks. She moved a hair, tucking it behind your ear. She leaned down, mouth next to your ear. She kissed the shell of it, then under it, “Let me have you.”

“Christina!” You made a gesture towards your work on the dark wood table, “you can’t just—“

“Now.” She said, kissing you again. Christina reached down, pulling you up by your thigh. You let her. “Now. Now.” She whispered between kisses. “It’s now or never again.” She reached below, tapping your tailbone “C’mon, up. Up, baby.” and you obliged, kissing her back.

She carried you to the bedroom, barely able to get the door open with you attached to her. Christina placed you down on the bed with a hand at the back of your neck, gently, as she did most things.

She grasped at your top, “Get out of this.” She said when her fingers struggled to get the buttons free on her own. Christina slid your jeans down your hips, taking your panties with it.

You worked on getting in your own shirt off, then unclipped your bra. Christina took a moment to marvel at you. She didn’t say anything, but she had that look in her eye from earlier, only now it’d returned with fervor. Christina hooked her hands on both sides of your ribs, parallel with your breasts, thumbs ghosting over your nipples. She leaned down over you, lips kissing along your sternum.

“Wait,” you interrupted, hand on her forehead gently pushing her forehead back to look up at you.

“Yes? Is there something wrong, do you want to stop—?” She rushed, leaning back a little. You stopped her, hand on her arm.

“No, no.” You said, “Your clothes— You’re still wearing your clothes.”

Christina released a small breath of something like relief before she sat back on her heels. You watched as she crossed her arms, pulling off her collared shirt from the hem. It was slow, but not painful. It was natural. Her muscles rippled under her tanned skin like wind behind a silk curtain.

It was no secret that Christina was beautiful, but this? That was something, and it was something that you had.

Christina threw her shirt to the ground and then got up, pulling her pants and panties down. She was going to lean over you again, but you saw her think it over and change her mind. Christina gently pushed your legs open, her fingers cold. It sent shivers down your spine. This look she had was similar to the one she got when she was buried deep in her work, as if you were something to undo and put together again. “I wanted to wait, but…”

She settled on top of you, her core to yours, adjusting to get comfortable. “You’re an eager girl.”

She began to rock. Forward, backward, clit to clit. Her hand rested on your sternum, and her pace was slow but sure. Occasionally she would reach up, graze your breast with her fingers again, run her thumb along your lips.

“Look at you, baby.” She’d say between strings of soft moans. “Oh, look at my pretty baby.” She’d take your knuckles and run them across her own lips.

When it was all said and done and you were both lying in bed after—not spooning, because she liked to see your face—Christina would kiss your lips and your forehead, telling you how much she loved you, how much you didn’t know how much she loved you.

You didn’t know where you ended and where Christina began, and that feeling came often with having her as a wife.

“I thought about this all the time up there.” She whispered into your hair, then pulled back. “All the time.”

[saintyveningstar]

Will you write more about Christina? I loved the wife scenario 🙏🏻

Sure! What would you like to see?

[saintyveningstar]

can i ask for a drabble about one of abby’s kids being sick or unwell and how she would respond to it? i love the dynamic so much- its so sweet and loving!

Abby noticed something was amiss when she doesn’t hear Absalem up and moving around before school. Usually, by the time that Abby was getting ready for work, Absalem had hit his protein goals, ran a few miles around the neighborhood, gotten his little sister up, and stretched his muscles.

But there was nothing, no noise, no Absalem filling up his water bottle, no thuds of his feet on the stairs, no creak of his door, nothing.

When Abby was done getting ready for work she investigated further. She knocked gently on his door, no response, so she then opened it and found her son, back to the door, frame visibly shaking under the covers. She walked over to him, "Sal?" she asked.

He didn't answer, didn't turn, but she heard a muffled sniffle, or maybe a whimper. Abby kneeled on the edge of the bed, mattress dipping under he weight, and leaned over him. She pulled the covers back a little, put a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him flat on his back. Her stethoscope and braid hung down between them. Abby's analytical blue eyes searched his face, which was screwed up in a grimace, straight nose scrunched in that way he inherited from Abby.

Absalem's eyes were watery, "Mommy." he wheezed out, "I don't— It hurts—"

The way he looked nearly broke her heart, he looked pitiful crying like that. "Shh, it's okay." she said. "What hurts, Absalem?"

He closed his eyes, chest rising and falling with shallow, laborious breaths. She felt his forehead, moving her other hand to cradle to back of his neck. He was burning up, and from what she could see in the dim morning light, his cheeks were red. He whined low in his throat, eyes still strictly shut. Abby placed him down again, rushing to the door of his room.

"Yves, bring the thermometer!" Abby didn't have her phone on her.

She was back at his side in a second, "Focus, sweetheart. Look at me?"

Absalem opened his eyes wearily, pupils dilated, mouth parted.

"What hurts?" She asked again, chasing his gaze, holding both sides of his head still. "Hm? Baby, Absalem, talk to me."

"My—My chest hurts," he coughed, "and—and— my head, and my throat—" he coughed again, and just then Yves arrived with the thermometer. Abby placed it in his mouth, and it showed her he had a fever of 102.4.

Abby cursed quietly to herself, brushing the hair from his forehead back. Yves was in the doorway, watching with concern.

"He has a fever." Abby said. She bit her lip, thinking for one second about what to do before she jumped into action. "Yvie, I need you to bring Jude to school, okay? Can you get her up?"

"Yes, whatever you need." Yves left to go tend to their daughter.

Abby took her stethoscope from around her neck, placing the prongs in her ears. She went in from the top of his shirt from the front, then lifted him and went in from the hem of his shirt from the back. Absalem's heart beat was irregular, and Abby decided she didn't need another reason.

She lifted him again, putting him over her own shoulder, something years of training and exercising allowed her to do easily, and made her way to the hallway. "Hold on tight, baby. I'm sorry, I know you're uncomfortable."

Absalem coughed, whining again.

"I know, baby. I know, give me five minutes. Just five."

She brought him down the stairs, found her wife and her daughter in the kitchen. Judah's eyes were big with concern, "Is he gonna be okay?"

Abby was walking with urgency but slow enough to keep Absalem comfortable. "He's gonna be just fine, honey. He's just not feeling good right now." Abby hiked her head towards the keys to her Bronco, and Yves quickly unlocked the car and opened the garage door for Abby. "Do me a favor, honey, grab his go-bag from the hall closet for me?" Abby said, putting her son in the passenger seat of the car and fastening his seat belt. His head lolled.

Abby met Yves half way, taking the go-bag and kissing her wife. She then turned to her daughter, placed a kiss on her hair. "I'll call when I get a chance." and then she was leaving, peeling out of the garage and down the road.

[dear-ao3]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81275021

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Do you think Abby is religious ?

Canon Abby wouldn’t be because of how much she’s felt has been taken from her, she wouldn’t believe in any god. She would believe in herself, she would believe in what’s tangible.

I think my AU Abby would have a complicated relationship with religion because she grew up on a ranch in the west where religion is normal but with a father who told her that god was in her and if she ever felt lost she should look within. She would go to church when it felt right, because she likes the windows and the upholstery, and when she was told to pray anywhere she would bow her head and think about how grateful she is for her wife and her children because those are the things she worshipped. Those are the things she devoted herself to.

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Wife! Christina Koch NSFW

Wife! Christina Koch would make you do all the work after an exhausting day at the office.

Wife! Christina Koch would meet you at the door, kiss you tiredly but deeply, hand at the small of your back. Her nose would travel along your jaw, the side of your neck, bite, then kiss to soothe the burn.

Wife! Christina Koch wouldn’t let you help her get settled in, she’d drop her overnight bag right by the door during your kiss, look you in the eyes and tell you “I want you, now.” even though the clock read 3:42.

Wife! Christina Koch would start pawing at your Pyjama shorts, pulling at your waistband while she backed you towards the couch.

Wife! Christina Koch would pull away unexpectedly and leave the room, only to come back with her harness a few seconds later. She’d move like someone tense but not urgent because she knew you’d stay where she left you.

Wife! Christina Koch would pull you up by your bicep, fasten her harness over her own hips with nimble and calloused fingers, and lie flat on her back.

Wife! Christina Koch would instruct you to take off your shorts and your panties.

Wife! Christina Koch’s eyes would widen to saucers while she watched you lower yourself down, the sounds from your pussy lewd and obscene, your little moans perfect.

Wife! Christina Koch would tell you to keep your hands to yourself while you rode her strap. She’d say she’s too tired, that you had to do everything yourself.

Wife! Christina Koch would swat your fingers when they roamed onto her body and she’d mutter lowly, “I don’t like to repeat myself, sweet girl.”

Wife Christina Koch would make you keep going, even when your thighs burned from the effort, when you begged and told her that you couldn’t keep going, that you were too full, that you were tired, that it was too much.

Wife! Christina Koch would make you cum on her cock again and again, saying “One more, baby. Give me one more.” After each time, even after you’d cried with pleasure and whelm.

Wife! Christina Koch would tut when she could really tell that you were tuckered out from it. She’d say, “Don’t tell me you’re all finished, honey? Don’t tell me you’re done?” And she’d watch you sob, thighs shaking, fingers white and clenched together, pussy drooling and her tummy under you dripping wet.

Wife! Christina Koch would take you by the back of the neck with one hand, one arm around your waist, and she’d fuck up into you until all you could do was shake and cry and call her name between whimpers, still saying “It’s too much!”. She’d say, “Isn’t this what you wanted, baby? I thought you wanted me to take over?” into your ear, kiss down your neck where salty tears and sweat dripped.

Wife! Christina Koch would make you cum again, “I can’t stop in the middle now, honey, can I?”, and after that she’d still make you sink down to your knees and eat her pussy, hand on the back of your head and guiding you where she needed you most because being the breadwinner isn’t easy.

[thecrowsteeth]

Some caitvi for the soul 🖤 new art coming soon

[abbysjuicyarms]

when i search abby x reader and only find kpop demonwhateveridontknowthename fics

[pink-heart-jamboree]

Black and White: Tough Love at the Office

[abbysjuicyarms]

#need that

picture source btw

[saintyveningstar]

Abby w children with diabetes (luv u btw)

Abby knelt next to her daughter's bedside, fingers gently peeling back the covers, then she lifted the hem of Judah's shirt a hair so that she could see the monitor clipped to her waistband. Abby made a face, then kissed the back of her teeth. She shook Judah awake, gently still, murmuring quiet requests for her to get up.

Judah's face was flushed, however her neck and the tips of her ears were red. It was always a tell for Abby that something was a little off. "Jude, wake up honey." She said, tickling her underarms. Judah squirmed and jerked in protest. "I need you up, you're too low."

It took longer than it should've for Judah to even open her eyes. Abby guided her to sit up, getting a little upset but trying very hard not to let it show.

Green eyes met blue and Abby raised an eyebrow. "You're extremely low," she said, then paused. "Which means you didn't eat like i'd asked when I called on my break." Abby'd pulled a late shift. She'd called at eight, letting her children know she wouldn't be home for dinner, telling them to go ahead and eat. She'd spoken to Judah personally, explicitly telling her that she had to eat before bed. Abby could see her numbers, they were connected to her smart watch. Judah'd said, "Yes ma'am, I will." and Abby'd made her promise.

But they were here. At two in the morning, Abby still in her black scrubs.

Judah looked slightly guilty, and she should. "I wasn't really hungry, mama. M'sorry."

"I really don't want to hear that, Judah." Abby rose from her spot on the ground, "I don't say things for fun. If I ask you to do something, please do it. C'mon, up." she patted her on the back of her shoulder. "You have to eat."

"But—" Judah was up now, a little wobbly, in front of Abby and trying to turn around. Abby had her hands firmly planted on her daughter's shoulders. "Mom—"

Abby didn't say anything, continuing to drive her down the hallway, stairs, and eventually to the kitchen. "Sit."

Judah did as she was told, watching as Abby fixed her a bowl of fruit coupled with a handful of granola. When she was finished, she slid it across the counter, filled up a glass and handed it to her. "I expect you to eat all of it." Abby held a fork out and when Judah went to grab it she pulled back. "And I mean all of it."

"Yes ma'am." Jude's eyes were wide, innocent, and welling up because she felt scolded. Abby had a way about her that commanded attention, obedience. She handed Jude the fork without any further fuss, and Judah gave her a quiet, "Thank you." with her eyes down in her bowl.

Abby slid into the chair next to her, watching a tear roll down Judah's face. "I don't mean to be cross, Judah." she said, "But you're my daughter before you're my friend." She reached out, running her hand through Judah's sleep matted curls, making sense of them with her fingers and tucking the dirty blond rings behind her ear. "Don't disobey me again, not with this."

"Mom, I just—"

"I know, honey." Abby said, "Trust me, I know. Just because I understand your perspective doesn't mean I can let you slide. Your body is pushing too much insulin than it needs cause you went to bed without eating. Judah, you could've not woken up, and I can't have that."

"M'sorry."

"Oh, I know you are." Abby said, putting her finger under Judah's chin and turning it to face her, "That's why you won't do it again."

(luv u more btw)