abby dating somone who loves smelling like dessert headcanons
ଘ( ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈)ഒ ellie’s version.
an: a requested fic from @chloehellaprice !!! i hope you guys enjoy it!!
now playing: misty by sarah vaughan
❀ synopsis~what it would be like if abby dated someone who was obsessed with sweet-scented products
❀ scoops~abby x black!reader
❀ allergy warning~allergy free
❀ serving size~headcanons (1812 words)
ꪆৎ you have so many chapsticks laying around that you and Abby decide to do the chapstick challenge
Abby was sprawled across your pink covered bed, quietly reading while you finally cleaned your room after days of procrastinating.
Right now, you were focused on the bathroom—lining your perfumes up neatly by color, organizing your makeup into the proper drawers, putting away skincare products, and all that jazz.
“And…done!” you sigh proudly, placing the last perfume bottle on the top shelf. ”Just one more thing and I can finally relax.”
You crouch down and open the lower cabinet, pulling the contents out. While digging through the mess, your eyes land on a pink-and-brown polka-dotted pouch shoved into the corner.
You grab the multi-colored pouch and feel a bunch of mini objects shuffle inside, clattering together. Immediately, it clicks.
Your chapstick collection.
You unzip the bag quickly, revealing a ridiculous amount of dessert-scented lip balms!
You walk into your bedroom excited to show Abby what you found. “Baby, look what I found!”
You plop onto the bed beside Abby, nearly making her lose her place in her book.
Abby glances over at you.“What’d you find, babe?”
“This!” You drop the pouch into her lap.
She peaks inside. “Lip balm?”
“Not just any lip balm.” You dramatically pull one out of the bag.“Sweet-scented lip balm.”
“Of course it is,” Abby mutters with a quiet laugh.
You were about to defend yourself when an idea suddenly pops into your head.
“We should do the chapstick challenge.”
Abby closes her book. “The what?”
“You don’t know the chapstick challenge?” you gasp. “Were you living under a rock your whole childhood?”
“I prefer the term boulder,” she says dryly.
“Shut up.” You playfully hit her arm. “Anyways, the rules are simple. One of us will be blindfolded while the other picks a chapstick flavor and puts it on.”
Abby nods her head to show that she’s listening.
“Then they have to kiss the blindfolded person and the blindfolded person has to guess the lipstick flavor. Whoever gets the most right wins.”
“What does the winner get?” Abby asks immediately, suddenly interested now that there’s a competitive aspect to this.
“Hmm, how about the winner gets to pick the movie on movie time for a week…and the loser has to do one chore of the winner's choice.”
“Deal. Get ready to lose.”
You reach behind yourself and grab your fluffy pink sleeping mask from the nightstand drawer. “Put this on.”
“Cause I said so. Put it on.”
“Fine.” She sighs, and grabs the blindfold, placing it over her eyes.
You reach your hand inside the bag and pull out a random chapstick. You look at the label and it reads Vanilla Bean Ice Cream. You apply the vanilla scented chapstick on your lips making sure no surface goes untouched. You lean forward and give Abby a sweet peck on her lips.
Abby immediately frowns. “Oh come on. That was way too quick.”
“Oh, stop your whining.” you laugh. “I'll do it one more time.” You lean in again, this time holding the kiss for a few seconds longer before pulling away.
“So?” you ask. “What flavor is it?”
“Close. What kind of vanilla?”
Abby rips the blindfold off dramatically.“What the fuck was it?”
You hold up the chapstick triumphantly.
“No,” you argue, grinning,” you said vanilla ice cream. Not vanilla bean ice cream.” you emphasize the word bean, while getting in her face.
Abby narrows her eyes at you. “Ok, so we’re playing like that. Bet.” abby says, before putting her blindfold back on
You shake your head at her ridiculous competitive nature but draw another chapstick from the pouch. This time, you pull out an orange-flavored chapstick. You repeat the process. Apply the chapstick then give Abby a kiss.
“Hm.” Abby licks her lips slightly. “Citrusy…lemon?”
She smirks and pulls the blindfold off before handing it to you.”Your turn.”
You slide the blindfold over your eyes but immediately try peaking underneath it.
“And don't you dare even think about cheating,” abby warns.
“I’m not!” you protest, and quickly move your eyes so that you are actually blinded now.
You hear the clatter of chapsticks, before the sound of one being uncapped.
“Ugh, this one tastes disgusting.” abby complains.
”Ok, baby,” abby says softly. “Lean closer.”
Abby’s hand settles on your waist, squeezing it slightly before kissing you slowly. The smell of peaches fills your nose and mouth. You push against her lips, wanting to taste more, prompting Abby to do the same before suddenly pulling away.
“Guess, baby.” she says, breathing slightly harder.
“There’s no doubt about it that it’s peach.”
“It is. But what kind?” Abby says, mocking you.
You groan. “You’re so annoying.”
“Is that your final answer?”
“Peach pie?” you say ignoring Abby’s attempt to rile you up.
“Wrong again.” Abby grins a shit eating grin. “It was peaches and cream.”
“What! I did not taste anything like cream in there.”
“Sounds like a skill issue to me.”
You squinted your eyes at her and were about to say something but decided it wasn't worth it. “Whatever.” you huff before putting the blindfold back on.
A couple seconds later, you feel Abby’s lips on yours again. This flavor is sweeter—more candy-like.
“Sour Patch Kids," you guess confidently.
“What? No.” she chuckles.
“Shit.” you you say quietly, licking your lips slightly.
“Do you need another taste?” she teases.”
“No!” you start to sweat slightly, anxiously racking your brain for what flavor could this possibly be.
“Ok. I think it’s Watermelon Jolly Rancher.”
“Is that your final answer?”
“Are you kidding me!” you rip off the blindfold and grab the lipbalm out of Abby’s hands. Cotton candy. It was fucking cotton candy flavored.
“There’s a pile of laundry in the corner calling your name. Better get to it,” she reminds you smugly.
“Oh, shut up!” You grab a pillow, throwing it Abby’s lay laughing frame.
ꪆৎ abby helps you twist your hair with your favorite cupcake-scented hair cream
You are sitting in front of the mirror, water dripping down your face, arms aching, and wanting nothing more than to hop into bed. But if you don’t do this hair tonight, it’ll never get done.
With a groan, you stand up and walk over to your candle drawer, pulling out your Bunny Cake Yankee candle along with your pink lighter. You sit it on your nightstand and light it, the sweet vanilla scent immediately fills the room instantly calming you down.
You grab your phone and put on your hair-day playlist. Misty starts playing softly from your strawberry-shaped speaker.
Finally, now calmed a bit more, you sit back down in front of the mirror and begin parting your hair.
Five minutes later, your hair is parted—but your sleepiness is hitting harder by the minute.
Then you remembered something.
“Abby!” you call out. Can you come here, love?”
A few seconds later you hear footsteps approaching. You glance up into the mirror and see Abby leaning against the doorway. She was dressed in a tank top and plaid pj bottoms.
“What’s up, baby?” she asks.
“I need your help.” You point across the room. “Bring that chair over.” you say.
She wordlessly walks to your desk, and grabs the velvety pink chair dragging it behind you. She sits down ready for your next instructions.
“Do you remember when I taught you how to do twists?”
“…Kind of,” abby admits,”but I was pretty bad at it.”
“Well, now you get to practice some more..” You smile, handing her the pink jar of twisting cream.
Abby eyes the container suspiciously.“I guess, but don’t get mad if I fuck up your hair.”
Abby snorts.”Good to know there’s no pressure.”
“Done,” Abby sighs, finishing the last twist before leaning back in her chair.
You silently check out your freshly done, cupcake scented hair in the mirror.
“Do you like it?” abby asks sheepishly, hoping that she didn’t do too bad of a job.
You turn around and jump on her. “I love it!” you exclaim and plant a huge kiss on her cheek.
Abby chuckles, holding onto your waist. ”I’m glad you liked it.”
ꪆৎ complains how expensive your habit is but always notices when you run out of something before you
“Hey, sweetie, can I see your card please?” you ask while typing on your phone.
“Yeah, sure.” Abby reaches into her pocket grabbing her wallet, and pulls her card out. She was about to hand it to you but pauses, “Wait. What do you need it for exactly?”
You look at her, smiling sweetly. “Just a couple necessities.” You quickly take the card out of her hand and start to punch in the number.
Abby immediately narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Lemme see.”
“I’m a grown woman.” you argue. “I don’t need your permission to buy things.”
Abby simply holds her hand out expectantly with a stern look on her face.
You sigh while rolling your eyes, but begrudgeingly hand the phone to her.
The second Abby sees the total her eyes widen.“Two hundred dollars! You were about to spend two hundred dollars on beauty products?”
“It was originally two-fifty, but I had rewards.” you mumble while looking away.
“That’s insane babe.” She hands the phone back to you shaking her head.
“…So I can’t buy it or…?”
“Go ahead. Whatever makes you happy.” sighs, while quietly mourning her bank account.
“Thank you, love!” you squeal, before quickly trying the rest of the credit card information..
“It’s here!” You run to the front door and swing it open.. As expected, a large box is sitting on your porch. You quickly bring it inside and tear the box open, eagerly pulling out its contents.
Confetti Cake Pop perfume, Cupcake Swirl perfume, Pink Marshmallow Buttercream soap, Animal Cracker lipgloss, a giant variety pack of Chapsicks, and—
You pull out a large bottle of Crumbl Confetti Cake body wash, looking at it in confusion. You loved this soap you get it practically every two weeks, but the problem was you definitely didn’t order this.
You pull out your phone and quickly text Abby.
you: hey babe sorry to text you while you’re at work, but there was a bottle of soap in my package that I didn’t order
Your phone buzzes almost immediately.
i saw that you were running out so i went ahead and bought you another one
you: aww thank you so much babe! 😚😚😚😚
abby: ofc, anything for my princess <3
(credits for dividers: @pxrce-lain & @tsumiinum)
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