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i love you 💌

i love you <333

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First tumblr post but anyways here’s a quick Abby sketch

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a/n: okay so its finally warming up in the midwest (THANK GOD) but with the beginning of summer also comes the hot sticky skin you get from being outside for literally more than two seconds. (sitting here typing this right after a shower btw) okay now HEAR ME OUT, sticky blue collar!abby fucking you after work…

pairings: blue collar!abby x reader

contents: sweaty sex, oral over panties, honestly really fluffy, giggly sex, sarcastic!abby.

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the windows are open as far as they go, and a fan is pointed directly at you, yet your still laid out on the bed sweating your ass off. your shorts are hiked so far up you might as well not be wearing any at all. the front door shuts closed, the loud thud of abby’s boots thudding on the hardwood floor. your girlfriend walks into the room red and flushed, her freckles prominent on the pink shade of her skin.

“hi baby.” she whispers, afraid that if she speaks loud enough the temperature will somehow rise. you sit up on the bed, the sheets sticking to you as you move.

“hi abs.” you smile sweetly to her. she slips off her vest and boots then climbs on top of you, plopping her entire body down. “yeuhkk, abby get up!!” you feel her skin on yours, the sweat on the both of you glueing together. she half groans, half whines at your words. you swat her sweaty back and immediately regret it and wipe your hand onto the sheets.

“really? this is what i get? i worked allll dayyy to provide for you and this is the thanks i get?” she teases, lifting her head and pressing her chin to your stomach. you giggle.

“okay okay, im sorry.”

“mhm. im staying here, thanks.” she mumbles back into your stomach sarcastically. after a while she looks up at you again, getting handsy.

“maybe if we fuck it’ll distract us from the heat.”

you roll your eyes and giggle.

“i dont think thats how that works abs.”

“well lets test it.” she giggles, already dragging you to the end of the bed by your ankles. she crawls over you and kisses your jaw.

“abby im all sweaty!” your words protest, but your head tilts back to give her more access.

“salty, yum” abby jokes into your neck, hands grasping at the hem of your sports bra. you pull it over your head, and throw your head back when Abby’s hands find you boobs instantly. she kisses down the valley of your breasts, wasting no time tugging your shorts down. her kisses leave saliva on your tummy. “you’re so beautiful sweetheart.” she smiles into her kisses now, you feel it. her fingers rubs slow agonizing circles on your pussy over your panties. she kisses lower, then eventually onto your clothed cunt.

“fuck- baby.” you giggle between breathes. “i cant-, shit, i can’t believe were doing this right now” your hand cups your face, you peek through the holes between your fingers.

“a little sweat isn’t going to stop me baby” and with her words she makes out with your already wet pussy. abby grips your thighs from underneath, her palms gluing to you. “how are you still so fucking sweet?” she mumbles. your free hand goes into her hair, already messed up from wearing a helmet at work all day. your nails dig into her scalp as she eats you like a starved woman. your panties and soaked, clung to your mound. abby doesn’t come up for air though, drowning in sweat, slick and her own saliva all to please you. you cant see it, your eyes squeezed shut, but if they were open you’d see abby’s baby blues staring up at you. she watches your face contort ask she swirls around your nub. you don’t have to tell her your close, she knows, she always does. so her hand leaves your thigh with a ‘pop’ to rub your stomach. she nods in your pussy, signaling permission. your legs kick as you cum, her tongue swirling around your panties.

“i- hm. fuck.” you attempt words but fail quickly. your body shaking slightly. abby continues to place little pecks onto your clit over your underwear. you push her head away instinctively, thighs closing around her head. she wiggles out of your grasp and plops herself next to you.

“okay so did it work?”

your still catching your breath as she speaks not completely understanding her.

“i- uh, huh?”

“the distraction. did it work?”

“oh. uh. yah.” you giggle, completely drenched in sweat.

a/n: heh, im back. missed me?

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"Johnny is... Johnny" The Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025) | Dir. Mark Matt Shakman

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nerd abby has my heart (GUYS I AM WORKING ON THE STUDY SESH PART 2 AND PART 3)

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oh lord

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༘⋆ abby masterlist 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ tlou masterlist ˎˊ˗

Thinking about being WLF!Abby’s living doll, letting her have control over every aspect of your life.

Seattle is already in shambles when you meet her – your jaded, merciless knight in shining armor. You’re not sure how you survived so long without her protection; it was almost instinctive the way you bowed to her authority, the way you fell into your role.

She tells you what to wear, she keeps you safe, she makes all your decisions for you and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

When she comes home after a long day to find you resting in bed, her dark expression tells you exactly what she’s thinking. She stops in the doorway and you rise to greet her, to take as much of her burden as she’ll allow, but she pushes a hand between your shoulder blades to stop you, the corners of her mouth twisting as she tells you to turn your brain off for a while.

It’s easy to follow her instructions, as curt as they are. She doesn’t expect more than a nod, the occasional “yes ma’am” to show that you’re really listening. It seems like that’s what you do best – not thinking, being molded to fit Abby’s desires.

Her hands are rough against your skin and her grip is firm when she moves you into place. You wonder if she uses the same force when she handles the seraphites and stranglers that cross her path.

She’s the most constant thing in your world and she knows exactly what you need, how much to give and take. “Let me take care of you,” she says, and you listen, like always.

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could someone please give me any ideas on how to care for kittens? they aren’t even a month old and i think their mom abandoned them and left them in my backyard. i think one (two?) can’t walk and are dragging their back legs. ):

i can’t afford to take them to the vet since i already have two cats and one dog. but i feel so sad that they’re just outside. 🥲

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Every last detail, right down to her scars and pores... perfection.

If you didn't like Abby before, you do now.

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I retextured Abby's flashback outfits and her corresponding skins! check the mod out here!

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wnba wag: g.a., s.c., e.e. ❤️🤍

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𝒜𝒷𝒷𝓎 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈

Stumbling upon a charming little bookstore in Hillcrest, instantly brought Abby to mind and her deep passion for reading. As I lingered there for a few moments, I found myself wondering if Abby had ever had the pleasure of exploring this hidden gem. I could easily picture her losing track of time, looking at all the different books waiting to be discovered, carefully selecting the perfect treasures to bring back with her to the stadium.

In the warm embrace of her favorite books, she finds a safe haven from the heavy world around her. Surrounded by feelings of loss and the weight of her world, these stories become her escape, taking her to places filled with hope and joy.

After a long day on patrol or completing the tasks assigned to her by Isaac, she turns to these pages to calm her mind and heart. On days when grief and sadness feel especially strong, the tales within help her forget her pain, offering comfort and peace. In the simple act of reading, she discovers not only a way to escape but also a joy that lifts her spirits and brightens her days.

She loves a wide range of books, from fantasy fiction that whisks her away to magical worlds, to historical fiction that brings the past to life, and even beautiful poems that touch her heart.

Oh, Abby, how deeply I wish I could gather every book in the world, all for you. I’d go to the ends of the earth just to see your sweet smile and know that you are happy.

Here’s a list of Abby’s books featured in the game:

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modern!ellie dating app au. for a little monthly au challenge i've tasked myself with. a most awkward first date. fluff. 2.1k words.

you matched with ellie! your eyes widen at the pop-up on your screen. could that be real? some sick, twisted glitch on the app’s end? ellie is—by no exaggeration—the cutest person you've seen on this godforsaken app since you downloaded it. sure, that’s not exactly a bragging right, but it’s true. she stands out like a diamond in a sea of grit and mediocre matchmaking.

so what do you do? of course, you don’t send a message. it’s not like there’s other options, that’s not the lesbian way.

the rest of the day wanes, and your mind drifts to other matters. only occasionally do your thoughts flicker back to ellie’s profile, just sitting there in waiting—her silly question responses, the obligatory guitar photo, how her sage-green eyes must appear even brighter, prettier in person. oh, that’s no good. you need to stifle your expectations. calm down, you remind yourself. it’s just an app. just a pretty girl on an app. only later, when you slither into bed clad in your coziest socks under dimmed lights, you’re struck with the unforeseen.  your phone buzzes, and damn near flies out of your hand when you see the culprit notification. Ellie: Hey :)

oh god oh god oh god. it’s 11 pm. too early for a booty call. or is it? hell, would you even say no to one? not with her, hell no. your fingers tremble as you mull over the best response to send back—something to capture the attention of this hot girl who defied all odds and sent the first message. You: Hi :) great. just perfect. now you look like an idiot. you huff to yourself, running a clammy palm over your face, immediately swiping to another app in a desperate bid to forget that interaction exists. maybe 5 minutes pass. Ellie: What’s up tonight? Ellie: Sorry if that’s dry, I’m new to this dating app thing you smile ear-to-ear at the follow-up. it humanizes her—this gorgeous person who’s looking at the same screen as you, right this second. she’s real, and seems to care just as you do about saying the right thing. you don’t want to muck this up, already putting too much weight into this handful of words. You: Not much, just reading before bed. You? You: And that’s okay, you’re doing fine :) maybe 30 seconds pass this time. Ellie: Oh good Ellie: And just scrolling on my phone. I swear I’m usually more exciting lol Ellie: What are u reading? You: it’s this weird sci-fi fantasy thing. like space politics and robot humanoid thingies lol You: not sure if that makes sense Ellie: No it does! That sounds sick actually

Ellie: I love sci-fi, give me weird and spacey anyday you grin, already kicking your feet a little under the blanket. she gets it. she sees you. You: real!! so you do read it too? or are you trying to impress me? lol You: either is fine you tack on the quip at the end, worried you sounded hard-to-get. you don’t want to seem uninterested at all. you pull the blanket up over your mouth, as if shrouding yourself from the anticipation. Ellie: No I do Ellie: But i’d say i’m also trying to impress you a little. Is that a crime 🤨 now you’re really giggling, your embarrassingly fluttery fingers trying to type faster than your racing thoughts can keep up.

You: not at all. it’s working 🤭 Ellie: Good :) wanna get coffee sometime? We can exchange weird spacey sci-fi books You: I’d like that :) —---------------------- saturday at 1. saturday at 1 at northrise cafe.

the plan becomes etched into your brain. you’re on edge, unsure how to approach this new development. coffee is casual, right? you’re caught wondering if your giddiness suggests that you’re incapable of being casual about anything at all. let alone this cutie in your messages.

you’re on your laptop, browsing, trying to check off the last few tasks of the day when a new ping zaps through your synapses. instinctively, you reach for your phone. 

@/els.williams liked your photo.

on instagram? you hadn’t even exchanged instagrams yet. what a little sleuth ellie is.

you don’t say anything—just pleased at her curiosity. you toss a like back, letting ellie know she hadn’t been slick.

you rake your profile, for a brief panic over the viewability of your posts. but you’re relieved when ellie plays it off, naturally, by spamming a few more of your posts in retaliation, leaning into the bit. she must not hate it.

you follow suit, liking her few posts in return. they’re pretty vague, just a few photo dumps of someone trying not to look too online. almost none of her face; only piquing your curiosity more. this starts a little back-and-forth rhythm building between you.

maybe-just maybe-she is just as eager as you.

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you stare at the locked doors of northrise cafe at 12:51 p.m on what’s turned out to be a balmy saturday afternoon.

closed at 12? what the fuck? that place’ll be out of business by summer with hours like that.

your fingers scramble across the screen, firing off a message before you both end up awkwardly standing here, side by side, locked out and confused like morons who didn’t triple check the business hours. You: um change of plan You: the cafe is closed. wtf no answer. your foot taps the pavement and you look around. why isn’t she answering? your eyes stay glued to the screen. hoping, waiting, praying that the message bubbles appear. all hope seems lost at 12:57 pm. “uh. hi?” your internal panic is interrupted, looking behind you. you weren’t ready for this up close—she’s gorgeous. lips pinkened, cheeks rosey but still full of freckles, and yep, green of her eyes brighter in person. her hair, pulled back in a loose bun with some strands lining her face, sheens in the light, more reddish than brown now. she was wearing an black leather jacket, old, worn, fitting loosely on her. the looseness of the jacket complemented her skinny jeans. she did casual so well. and the way she smiled—something seraphic, inviting, in spite of the awkward situation that had arose.

you try not to trip over your own tongue, stumble over your words. “hello! hi. the cafe is closed. i tried to text you. umm…” you glance between her and the barrier that uprooted your plan. ellie steps closer, scanning the storefront, assessing the situation. her brow lifts slightly in disbelief before she presses her tongue to her bottom lip, thinking.

“i know it’s not ideal… but my place is just two blocks over,” she says, trying to stay lighthearted but careful, considerate. “....i promise i’m not a murderer.”

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ellie’s place is... characterized by your average early-20s space, barren in some corners, likely missing a few key essentials, but elevated by a more eccentric, nerdy memorabilia collection. it’s a cozy clutter.

not that you’re focused on that. you’re preoccupied with the fact that you’re in this one-of-a-kind cutie’s space after having only just met face-to-face. is this an absolute nightmare for the safety-conscious? mayhaps. but you trust her word about not being a murderer, willingly entering the potential lion’s den, convinced by a single glance into those soft, round, forest-colored eyes. you’ve settled on her patched-together loveseat, waiting for her return. it feels like every muscle in your body is dedicated to trying to seem casual. do you have any clue if it’s working? definitely not. “ta daa…” ellie rounds the armrest, carrying a plate teeming with whatever cheese, crackers, and olives she could scrounge together from her kitchenette. “it’s no cafe... but, uh, i think i did alright..”

she places a hard seltzer in your hand, catching you slightly off-guard. a questioning look flickers across her face as your fingers wrap around the can—an unspoken ask if you’re okay with this absolutely bastardized smorgasbord of treats.

it’s so funny, you can’t help but titter, peeling open the tab and tasting that first sip. ellie’s shoulders slump in relief as she situates the entree on the coffee table, her free hand reaching for the remote.

“i guess..there’s something special about sharing a charcuterie board and seltzer on the first meeting with a not-murderer,” you say, reaching out to clang your cans together.

she snorts at that, the sound short and unexpected, like she hadn’t meant to laugh but couldn’t stop it. she gently knocks her can against yours, the corner of her mouth twitching up. her knees subconsciously mirror the gesture, brushing against yours on the semi-cramped seat.

there’s a comfortable sliver of silence. maybe you’re both actively deciding which topic is best to redirect the afternoon. your eyes drift to her knickknacks—you start examining them more closely, hoping to jog ellie’s memory, silently nudging her to show off a little.

luckily, she catches on. she swallows the last of her cracker and rises, pointing toward the bookshelf brimming with comics. 

”oh, right- i can show you i meant it- the sci-fi nerd, thing..hopefully you find it as cool in person,” she musters up with a sheepish grin, gesturing you over. you follow, a collected smirk on your face to try and reassure her. you did think it was cool, in a dorky way. a dork you’d hope to have the courage to kiss senseless if the opportunity arose for sure. 

ellie traces the spines of her collection, introducing her volumes of comic books in a sort of impromptu show-and-tell. the more receptive you are, the more enthusiastic she gets—an excited aura radiating off her as she spouts off details, trivia, favorite arcs. you’re enamored with her nerding out. it’s endearing, disarming. it proves her humanness in a way that makes you fall further, faster.

the shelf is just the beginning, she shows off her trinkets littered all over, giving you a proper feel for her lived space and by proxy- ellie herself.

ellie suddenly looks taken aback. she scratches the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed, like she realized something was missing.

“it’s a bit..quiet? would you mind if i put on some music?”

eventually, ellie nabs a playlist, deciding it’d be nice. without a speaker, the sound quietly emits from her phone, a blend of alt-rock and dusty classics older than either of you. you sway a little in approval. it’s a small thing, but it sweetens the growing ease between you.

“anyway, don’t let me do all the talking. what are your favorites?” ellie puts the spotlight on you, and you return to the tightly-fit love seat, ellie tucking one leg underneath her and leaning in, freckles as evident as ever- allowing you some room in more ways than one. 

you snack on ellie’s make-do cheese board, conversing about your favorite stories, exchanging fan theories and controversial opinions, playfully debating for the hell of it. there are even a few little couch-dances to whatever’s playing. it’s delightfully awkward, it’s low stakes, and you’re growing more comfortable by the second. 

time slips away during the warm, lively chatter. you’re only aware that it’s getting to be late when the sun melts into a golden glow that peeks through the window shades.

“would you look at the time?” you announce, stretching out from that extended time curled up, invested in this girl. you shoot ellie the universal look, initiating a regretful, hesitant goodbye. seems neither of you really want it to end- but simultaneously fear being the one acting ‘too much’ or overstepping. 

ellie escorts you down to the entrance, hands shoved into her pockets of her skinny jeans, steps dragging at a snails pace.

you hover. glance at her mouth under the dim, flickering entryway light. she does the same—shoulders curled forward, eyes darting. both of you standing there, waiting for the other to act brave just as ellie had with that first dm—the one that led you here. ellie even rocks forward on the balls of her feet, eyes flitting to your lips and down to your shoes, almost having the nerve to go for it. 

but, alas, the loserishness wins over.

you lift a small wave, which ellie volleys back to you. finally parting ways, ellie stepping backwards, retreating into her place. a space you already sorely missed, despite only having visited one time. but you’re already, eagerly hoping it’s not the only time you grace the inside of it.

you‘ve hardly turned the street corner when your phone dings.

Ellie: I had a good time. Hope u did too :) Lowkey wish I had kissed you you stop walking, grinning at the screen like a dumbass and biting back a tiny, smitten squeal. 

You: next time <3 

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alexa play slipping through my fingers by abba

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LORD IF YOU CAN HEAR ME

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i used to be so creative 💔💔

𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲’𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙✧⋆｡°⋆࿓

𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓮𝓼

love story (steve harrington’s versión) 🏹📜⚜️

soft whispers. stealing glances. quick kisses. longing stares. promises to meet each other again. reassuring they’re the one. going against everyone. running away together to never be apart ever again.

do we like this layout? i think it’s so dreamy!!

ib layout: @iiluvvme

personal request by: @nix-rose-q ✨

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omg i forgot about this gem 🥹 she’s so pretty omg i can’t believe i made this

𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽’𝓼 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 °｡⋆🩰 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓸

𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

your grace ♡🌷✨🫖

forbidden love. writing to each other in secret. the stolen glances. dancing under the starry night away from the ball. the two of you hear the others looking for you but neither of you want to leave. in the middle of the night he would show up at your window and beg you to leave with him. to leave it all to be together forever.