[warnings]: chef! Abby, unserious, suggestive mentions, headcannons, wc 1k , part 2 is being rewritten!
Chef! Abby’s! first viral video was around a year ago. A simple clip of her making cacio e pepe. The video was beautifully shot, a warm coloring complementing the glossy dish. but what really got everyone’s attention?
The way her forearms tensed while she cracked fresh pepper. Veins showing themselves along her freckled skin. Comments often reading:
@ “ok but how do i get the pasta to look this good?”
@ “i have something to say but i want to go to college”
@ “ma’am, i’m trying to focus but your ARMS?????😣”
@ “looks SO good💕..and the food i guess”
Chef Abby! had always loved cooking, growing up in a kitchen with her dad, who ran The Cordova, one of downtown Washington’s finest restaurants. But she liked the no pressure vibe of TikTok—just her and her food. She decided she wouldn’t show her face much, if at all. Letting the small flex of her muscles when she kneaded dough into a floured surface be the main visual. While comments? They were only half focused on what she was making.
Naturally, her account gained traction. No face, no voice—just hands, muscles, and literal food porn. Every video felt like a Sunday afternoon in a kitchen. @buffandbasil, now sat at 2.5 million followers.
Chef Abby! tried to ignore the thirst in her comments. How could she? It was honestly a small ego boost, even if it was a bit over the top at times. Like the second pinned video on the top of her page—where all she was doing was making bread.
@ : “knead ME like that.”
@ : “both lips are smiling rn”
@: “need her to bake something in me, respectfully😇“
@: “we need to chill in the comments… *saves video*”
Chef Abby! wasn’t a huge fan of putting her face in her videos. However, the occasional face slip would happen. A quick shot of her golden hair in view or a reflection in a clean pan.
The third and final pinned video? The one sitting at a few million views and a comment section that out-ratioed it?
Her hair draped over a fitted black Henley shirt, the top button undone. Sleeves rolled up to her elbows. And when she reached up for something overhead in a cabinet? A small sliver of her torso—those abs?
Yeah. They lost it.
@ “niagara falls just relocated”
@ “MY CLOTHES, WHERE’D THEY GO!!?!”
@ “her strap drags, for sure. touches the floor.”
@^ “mind you, i would take it.😊”
@ ^^ “y’all are TOO freaked out 💀”
And trust—Chef Abby! loved it. Really. Laying in bed, straight cackling on FaceTime with her best friend Manny, sending him screenshots or full-blown screen sharing. She didn’t reply. Not really. But she absolutely posted a few videos after. No shirt, just her “Kiss the Chef” apron and vibes.
And the one time she did reply?
@: “Do you do weddings?”
@buffandbasil :“Yes, actually.”
Harmless, right? Simple. Straightforward. She had catered weddings before. Large events, alongside her father, but—
@: “As… the bride?”
She saw it exactly three minutes after posting her reply. And in those three minutes, her comment had already tripled in likes. The replies? A war zone.
@ “ANSWER THE QUESTION!”
@ “HELLO???????”
@ “bro air balled.”
@ “ok so u free next saturday or???”
She paid it no mind. Mostly. But sometimes, a few profiles caught her attention. She was human, after all. Chef Abby! had seen your likes. You didn’t know it yet.
For you? It was originally just another cringe or brain rot video being sent by your roommate, Dina. But when you clicked the video of @buffandbasil all laughter halted. Typing back—
You: “Dee, hear me out..😭”
Dina: “Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Lost the plot.”
Chef Abby! considered reciprocating the engagement but saw how many views you usually received on GRWMs and storytimes and decided on a more… exciting approach. Wanting to see if you’d bite.
No aesthetic instrumentals—this time, a voiceover. Her voice, soft, steady Tutorial style.
“So today, we’re making sourdough from scratch. You wanna make sure your starter is active, and then we’re gonna knead it—”
@: “OH SHE TALKS???”
@: “it’s all over the screen ngl 🌊”
@: “asmr videos when?”
@: “great now i have a crush on a faceless chef, thanks.”
@: “I’m ovulating rn please chill 💔💔”
But the only comment she was looking for? Yours.
@ you: “Me next🫦!”
You typed it. And went to bed. She had so many comments—she probably wouldn’t even see it.
But as the sun poured through your curtains the next morning, your stomach flipped. A notification.
Followed by @buffandbasil. 2 hours ago.
Legs swinging the blankets off, then you were sprinting down the hall, launching yourself onto Dina’s bed like a feral animal let loose.
She groaned, blindly swatting at you. “Dude, what the—”
Without another word, you shoved your phone in her face. Dina squinted, blinked a few times, then—loud, cackling.
“Dee. This isn’t a ‘hear me out’ anymore—this is a hold me back.” You said, falling next to her dramatically, smiling.
Dina wheezed, shaking her head. “Nah. You are in the sunken place now, sister.”
Thinking about loser! Barista Abby! And the girl who works in the bookstore across the street…
[Contains]: cutesy headcannons!
Barista Abby! Who works Sunday to Wednesday, carefully balancing the rest of her week.
Sure, she gets hit on—at the gym, sometimes even at work. And while it’s flattering, she always turns them down. Why? Because lately, she’s found herself watching the clock, waiting for 10 a.m.
A different cozy outfit every time, a tote bag always slung over your shoulder, a pencil tucked behind your ear. Such a sweet sight. Yeah. She was a goner.
Barista Abby! Who told her coworker (and dearest friend) that she’d say something… eventually. But she never quite works up the nerve. She hates when it rains—raindrops littering the windows, ruining her perfect view of you across the street.
Barista Abby! Who wanted to duck behind the counter the first time you walked in. Crushes weren’t something she developed often, but you? The pretty girl balancing more books than you could carry, nudging the door open with your foot. The girl who always checked on the flowers outside the store, The girl who sat in her car for a few moments before heading home, deep in thought.
Barista Abby! Whose face burned when you made a flirty comment in passing, suddenly hyper-aware of herself in ways she never had been before.
“Are you on the menu?” You leaned in across the counter, eyes slowly scanning over her.
“Uh, no, but—but I could be? Like, theoretically?” she stammered.
Barista Abby! Who was a bookworm herself but couldn’t find the nerve to bring it up—until the day she saw you holding City of Thieves by David Benioff, a book she’d read a million times.
“Wait—you’re reading that? Like, actually reading it? Not just holding it for aesthetic purposes?” she blurted, pointing at the book tucked in the crook of your arm.
“You have to tell me what you think. Like, every thought. Immediately.”
And when you said you liked it? She practically beamed with excitement. “Okay, if you liked that one—please, please read The Nightingale and All the Light We Cannot See. Thank me later.”
Barista Abby! Who, over time, grew more comfortable flirting back. Who lived for the giggles she earned, for the way your smile lingered all the way until the red neon CLOSED sign flickered on.
Who perfected her coffee art—so of course, she started drawing tiny hearts and silly faces in your drinks. Who started leaving little notes on your cups. Sometimes a simple have a good day, sometimes a quick sketch of the way your hair looked that morning. Who gushed to her coworker about the spark she swore she felt when your fingers brushed against hers that morning. Who spent the whole day thinking about it—until she finally worked up the nerve to ask you out.
The sun was out, she was off for the rest of the week, and she knew you were too. So she said it. Do you want to go out with me? And when you didn’t even hesitate before saying yes? She let out a tiny scream of excitement in her car—only to immediately stop, remembering her windows weren’t that tinted.
Barista Abby! Who melted the first time you kissed her cheek after your second date.
Who finally stepped foot into the bookstore where you worked, taking in the scent of paper and vanilla—the same scent that always lingered on your clothes. And as she watched you move between the shelves, smiling at customers, in your element, she thought—
“Ugh. Sorry—hold on, let me just…” you sighed deeply.
This would’ve been the third time you redid her eyeliner. The ink simply refused to work with you. You’d been moving around each other in the shared bathroom, getting ready when you took the lead on doing her vampire makeup for her. Duo costumes were a must. You were going as Princess Bubblegum, and Vi was stamped on being Marceline. Her Powder blue eyes watched your face twist in frustration. She could have done it herself but had always been a stickler for physical touch. She wanted it to be dark, moody, and dramatic enough to suit her.
As the makeup wipe brushed her skin again, she unfolded her arms and held her hand out. You gave her the liquid eyeliner pen.
“Here, let me.” Her reddish-pink hair swayed as she tilted her body toward the mirror on her left.
Wrapping your arms around her waist, you watched her in the mirror. She closed one eye, swiping the liner effortlessly. And before you could sulk, she turned back to you with a small smile.
“See? Teamwork.” She kissed the top of your head, laying the pen down.
“Didn’t know my girlfriend was a MUA. But I still get to do the rest,” you said, pulling back. Standing between her thighs, you reached back into your makeup bag. The conversation continued as she listed off who all was coming out tonight but halted when you pulled out tweezers to clean up her eyebrows. Her head leaned back, away from your hands.
“What? These bad boys are perfect,” she said, holding a hand up. Then she pointed. “Put those down.”
“Vi,” you protested.
“No way.” She waved her hand.
“Violet, just let me—” you whined, laughing at her reluctance.
“Nope,” she finalized as she lowered your hand gently.
Makeup trend— Gf! Ellie
“Shh, stop. If you laugh, I will.” You scolded, tilting her straight on her pillow once more.
Ellie was already giggling when you showed her the trend. Though she didn’t wear any herself, having had previous girlfriends, she was aware of the basics. occasionally letting you put brown mascara on her to complement her emerald irises. Black eyeshadow on a small brush, you carefully drew out the lines on her cheeks.
“Okay, okay,” she huffed, her thumbs gently stroking the skin under the hem of your shirt, steadily holding your hips as you sat on her lap. She kept her head still for you. The light tickle of the brush strokes had her biting back more laughs. Scanning over her room, then back to your focused face—one she always found cute. But she knew what face she enjoyed even more… a smile.
You tilted your head, carefully outlining the black once more, making sure it didn’t bleed onto the faded orange on the contours of her face.
She was letting you work in peace until—
“Rawr!” she growled, wiggling her fingers into your sides as she tickled you in the spots she knew too well.
“Els! Stop it!” you yelped, jerking away as she cackled.
You narrowed your eyes at her through your laughter, pointing at the smudged makeup. “See? now I have to redo it.”
Ellie smiled and shrugged unapologetically. “Oh no, whatever will you do?”
“You’re so annoying.” You chuckled, putting your face in your hands.
“Mhm, and you love me.” She wiggled her brown brows before grabbing the brush from your hands. “Alright, now it’s my turn. Let me mess up your face.”
Curiosity — Gf! Abby
Her strong arms relaxed, draping over the back of your plush vanity chair. Leaning forward, she brought her head closer to yours, following your movements in the mirror as you worked on your makeup.
“Okay, just tell me what it is first,” she said as you held up a product, a small smile on your lips.
“Highlighter.” You pointed to your small Revlon palette of glittery tones.
“Why would anyone want to put that on their face?” She raised a brow, glancing to the lettering.
You sighed. “To look glowy, Abby. A little shine.” You did jazz hands for emphasis. She laughed at your dramatics but let you continue. It started with you just putting some clear mascara on her, telling her she’d barely notice the difference. But then, you managed to convince her to let you go a little further. She laughed the entire time, shaking her head as you carefully blended out the concealer you’d sneakily applied. One leg rested on hers as she sat in the chair with you, pressed together comfortably. You happily swiped highlighter on her brow bone.
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered. Of course, she didn’t pull away. leaning into your hands instead.
“You’re ridiculous,” you teased back.
She gave you a look. “You’re literally putting stuff on my face right now.”
“And you’re letting me,” you shot back at her. Abby rolled her eyes, but she didn’t stop you. “Now shh,” you soothed, knowing she loved when you pampered her despite her fake protests.
A content sigh, her eyes fluttering shut as you continued.
Ok so, Vi, Jinx, or Sevika with clingy reader head cannons 👀
Vi - Jinx with a clingy partner
Jinx
Jinx! Who always and I mean always, turns the tables on you whenever you have to leave. no matter how short the time. She leans in with a playful pout “Where ya goin’? Leavin’ me already?” She sighs dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “Aww, but little ol’ me’s gonna be so sad without ya!” Of course, her little smile gives her away.
Jinx! Who bursts out laughing the first time you latch onto her leg, refusing to let her go. She ruffles your hair with an amused smirk. “Didn’t know you were this desperate for me, toots.” She reassures you she’ll be “rightttt back” dragging it out just to mess with you, then takes her sweeeeett time returning, just to see you throw yourself into her arms. With a muffled laugh against your hair, she hums, “See? Told ya I’d be back.”
Jinx! Who loves your clinginess. up until it starts cramping her freedom. The moment she feels smothered, she crosses her arms and raises a brow. “Look, babe, you know I love ya, but ya can’t keep me on a leash.” But before you can even pout, she’s already grabbing your hand a loud sigh. “Now c’mon, you’re comin’ along.” “I can never say no, but you know that don’t you?”
Jinx! Who, no matter how much she teases, secretly absolutely adores your loyalty. After a long day, she tugs you close, her voice quieter than usual. “Y’know I love ya, right, toots?”
Vi
Vi! Who doesn’t mind your clinginess but isn’t afraid to set gentle boundaries when needed. “Just five minutes, okay?” she murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before slipping away. When she comes back, she pulls you in effortlessly. “See? That wasn’t so bad.” And just like that, things fall right back into place—like her missing puzzle piece.
Vi! Who’s a little caught off guard the first time you wrap yourself around her leg to keep her from leaving. She pauses, raising a brow before placing her hands on her hips. “What are you—” A slow smile spreads across her face before she shakes her head. “…Mhm. Yeah, you should’ve come with a warning label.” But instead of prying you off, she just laughs and ruffles your hair.
Vi! Who quickly picks up on your insecurities about her independent nature. She shakes her head with a small smirk before tugging you into her arms. “Babe, just ’cause we’re different doesn’t mean I love you any less.” Her voice is warm, steady.
Vi! Who picked up fast and doesn’t even wait for you to ask anymore. Instead, she just hands you your shoes. “You ready to go?” No need for a conversation; she already knows you’re coming.
Vi! Who absolutely gives you teasing nicknames just to emphasize your clinginess. On lazy mornings, when you curl into her side, she hums in amusement. “Mornin’, my little koala.” And if you grumble in protest, she just smirks and pulls you closer. “Hey, it’s only fair.”
You should do basketball Abby/ blue collar Abb (if u want ofc)
OMGG I LOVEE blue collar Abby! She’s so sweetness 👩❤️💋👩 Ty for the request this was so fun!
Blue collar Abby! Head cannons 💐
MDNI
Blue-collar Abby! who, when she first met you, found anyyy excuse to swing by your workplace. Yes, even if it meant running late elsewhere. just to catch a small glimpse of you. Wondering what outfit you were wearing today or how you styled your hair. She'd literally carve out 15 minutes in her day, hoping this time she'd actually work up the courage to talk to you.
Blue-collar Abby! who isn’t exactly subtle about her crush, flat-out asked for your work schedule to see you outside of your job. When you gave her your number, she left with the biggest grin and pep in her step. Taking mental notes on your jewelry preferences-gold or silver, simple or flashy. Why? Because:
Oh, she’s absolutely going to marry you.
Blue-collar Abby! purposefully rests her hand on the small of your back or your hips when she's scooting past, murmuring a soft "Scuse me, baby." Oh, She knows exactly what she's doing. knowing it drives you nuts and would be thinking about her hand placement for the next 30 minutes. holding back a smile as she goes on about her day.
Blue-collar Abby! Who texts with "😂”completely unironically and uses "😭” when she's actually upset about something. Yeah, At this point, you've just accepted it as her texting language.
Blue-collar Abby! loves being pampered when she allows it. Big spoon? Hell no. She'd much rather feel your chest pressed against her back, her free hand caressing your thigh draped over hers. She'll quietly and rarely vent about work while you listen. Other times she enjoys the quiet of the moment.
Blue-collar Abby! Lets her hair get frizzy or even messes it up on purpose just so you'll redo it for her. She isn't shy about asking, but the first time you offered to fix it, she was immediately hooked. Now she's secretly hoping you'll pick up on it without her saying anything. (Okay, maybe she's a little embarrassed to ask. She's a grown woman, after all.)
Blue-collar Abby! Who absolutely makes you count out loud when she spanks you. If you're not loud enough , or worse, skip a number-she'll restart the count. And no, you don't get a second to catch your breath. Biting her lip at the sight of your underwear around your thighs and slightly damp since you not so secretly grown to like her punishments. The ‘ouch’s’ quickly turn into muffled moans. Feeling your ears burn with slight embarrassment..yet she notices that you keep messing up the numbers.
Blue-collar Abby! is an emotional wreck at the thought of starting a family with you. The second you told her you were ready to find a donor and start trying, she burst into tears. She cupped your face, nodding frantically, whispering promises to rub your feet and dote on you through the entirety of the nine months.
Blue-collar Abby! loveeees lying on your chest, her braid draped over your shoulder as she traces random shapes into your skin. A satisfied sigh escapes her lips as she daydreams about all the years you're going to spend together. She’s so in love.
Blue-collar Abby! who awkwardly scoots into the bathroom while you're brushing your teeth, wrapping her arms around you from behind. As she finally asks "…Redo my hair for me, please?"
Cowgirl Abby! who ties your wrist with her lasso and tugs on it when you are squirming too much when she’s pounding— 😩
Cowgirl Abby! Who calls you ‘sweet thing’ as a petname
Cowgirl Abby! Who since she works with her hands has a small obsession with her hands and under her fingernails being clean.
Cowgirl Abby! Who always offers to help you with your chores even when she’s wore from doing her own.
Cowgirl Abby! Who always adjust your hat for you. Once it’s fixed she’ll stand back and nod “better” she’d say with her hands on her hips. (She just wanted a excuse to be close to you)
Cowgirl Abby! Who blushes when you compliment her hair down and free from its braid. “Didn’t feel braidin it is all” (she just wants your eyes to be on her)
⋆. ࿔ Warnings: smut(?), no plot lol, L- word bombs. Pet names used. Random Drabble , lowkey apart of this
Everytime I remember how gentle her voice is, I think about soft intimacy with her….
✧ “Tell me if it hurts, yeah?” always looking out for you even when she was losing herself in the moment.
✧ “You look so—fuck,” she exhaled, her breath shaky as she watched you, as if she couldn’t believe you were real. “So goddamn beautiful.”
✧ A groan would ring out in her chest, deep “Mngh—yes. Holy shit, princess,” she breathed, her grip tightening like she was grounding herself in you.
✧ She shuddered when you moaned her name, like it did something to her. “I love when you say my name like that,” she rasped, fingers flexing against your thigh.
✧ When you reached for her, she was already there. “I’m right here. I got you,” she murmured, lacing her fingers through yours, squeezing like a silent promise.
✧ She dipped down, her lips trailing over your neck, slow and deliberate, pressing soft kisses down to your collarbone. “Feel good, baby?” A pause, her breath warm against your skin. “Still okay?”
✧ She let out a soft chuckle, hands steadying your hips when you got ahead of yourself. “Mm—wait, wait. Slow down, gorgeous.” She smirked, voice teasing but firm. “We’ve got all night.”
✧ If you ever forgot to breathe, lost in the moment, she always noticed. “Hey, breathe,” she murmured, thumb brushing under your chin to tilt your face up to hers. “There you go. Can’t have you passing out on me now, can I?”
✧ Her head tipped back slightly, a pant slipping past her lips. “Jesus—who taught you that?” She let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head as her hands roamed your skin. “No—no, definitely not a complaint.”
✧ Her voice was softer then, almost in awe. “You look so pretty laid out for me.” Her fingers traced the length of your body, slow and reverent, like she was committing every inch of you to memory.
The heat between you, the weight of her body, the sound of her breath mixing with yours. it was almost too much. Just two women tangled together in something sacred, something undeniably real, And then, the words slipped out. not higher than a whisper. Your cheek pressed against hers. All moments stopped, she Pulled back just enough to see your face, ‘I love you’. Those three words rung out into the space. Nothing else filled it until her lips parted. “You do?” Her voice was so quiet, so bare. Then, a breathless laugh, laced with disbelief. “Oh my god, please—say it again.”
And when you did, she kissed you like she was memorizing you, like she needed you closer than skin, closer than breath. Like those words had just undone something inside her.
