#Abby Anderson ideas

[deathofmars]

Author!abby x fem!reader hcs!♡

First post!! (collab w @astralnymphh)

Author!abby gets inspiration from flowers and essential oils.♡

Author!abby lights scented candles to help her focus while she writes.♡

Author!abby Is 100% a dog person, whenever she sees a dog she wants to pet it, she loves dogs so much she puts them in every story she writes.♡

Author!abby's favorite books are city of thieves by David benioff, the devilman manga's, the count of monte cristo, and the odyssey.♡

Author!abby met you at her college library, she built up the confidence to ask you out on a date after class 2 weeks later.♡

You and Author!abby's first date is at the library where you first met, she got your favorite coffee and flowers, light roast and peonies.♡

Author!abby's favorite music artists are type o negative, mitski, isabel larosa, zheani, eyedress, laufey, alec benjamin, conan gray, coco & clair clair, pinkpantheress, steve lacy, jazmin bean, melanie martinez and elita.♡

Author!abby's favorite songs are: gimme that by type o negative, my love mine all mine by mitski, eyes don't lie, and I'm yours by isabel larosa, i'm an angel why am i on my knees by zheani, jealous, and romantic lover eyedress, from the start by laufey, if we have each other by alec benjamin, disaster by conan gray, pop star, and cherub by coco & clair clair.♡

On you and Author!abby's second date you decided to go over to her place, she pulled out some of her childhood photos, you did as well, you and Abby made fun of each others childhood photos.♡

Oh Author!abby definitely would have a tumblr just to reblog and quote her favorite book lines and/or promotes her shit on there. has like a little fandom. posts snippets of her upcoming books on there.♡

Author!abby definitely hooks a ballpoint pen behind her ear whenever she is reviewing her work. like yeah, she'll type official works out on computer BUT sometimes she gets scattered n just scribbles her heart out. plucks the pen from behind her ear and taps the edge on her lip in contemplation, or concentration.♡

[sugarbcnes]

NSFW 18+

“come here.”

tears of embarrassment spill from your eyes. all you wanted to do was hang out with your girlfriend and now you’re standing here naked in front of her and her roommate.

you know that (soccer captain) ellie reserves every sunday to sit in the living room with her roommate and co-captain abby to drink beer and watch soccer.

“this is important, babe. we watch these other college teams play so we know what we’re up against when we play them!” is her excuse as you sit in the corner like a kicked puppy while her and abby sit in front of the tv, taking no notes whatsoever and talking about outside gossip. you make a fuss almost every sunday.

this sunday in particular being the hardest, you’d gone a week without ellie touching you due to you both having your periods as well as ellie being away for a soccer camp in a different state.

which is what led you here.

you didn’t mean to be a brat or greedy like ellie had said. you just wanted to see her after being away from her for a week.

she extends her hand to you.

“come. here.”

you stand in front of them both, twiddling your thumbs. you can feel abby’s eyes intensely staring you down, large palms splayed on her cargos. you didn’t want to upset your friend anymore than you’d had.

you take ellie’s hand and she guides you to straddle her thigh. your face burns with embarrassment and you turn your head away from both girls.

“why so shy all of a sudden?” she taunts, “didn’t seem that shy when you wanted us to hear you moaning from the bedroom.”

you stare at her blankly.

“come on baby,” she coaxes you, hands on your hips as she begins to rock you on her thigh, “you wanted this to be all about you, you were so selfish for attention that you ruined mine and abby’s sunday. you might as well give us something better to watch.”

you hide your face in ellie’s neck, shaking your head and murmuring something into her skin.

“what’s that?” she quips, “you don’t want abby to watch?”.

tears spill from your eyes as you look towards abby. her head is tilted and resting on her hand that’s propped on the back of the sofa, her brows furrowed.

“i think it’d be pretty selfish of me to watch this all for myself, i mean you ruined abby’s day too, didn’t you?”

abby too fakes a subtle look of disappointment. you look towards ellie again and she nods. abby laces her fingers with yours and you feel warm as she smiles softly, her thumb gently stroking your knuckles. she nods for you to start again.

“that’s it, baby.”

you roll and grind you hips down onto ellie’s thigh, slick juices staining her pants. you string out long moans and choruses of profanity as the friction causes burning that coils in your stomach and spread through you to the tips of your toes. they curl and almost cramp with how tight you’re tensed.

ellie’s rough hands grab your hips, helping you carry out your orgasm as you begin to lose momentum. her rough lips clash against yours to muffle your moans, tongue deep in your mouth. abby watches with parted lips and a pink face as you pulled back from ellie, a string of saliva dripping down from your shiny, drool covered lips. without even thinking, you press your lips to abby’s wrapping your arm tightly around her bulging bicep. large palms meet your jaw as she kisses you like she’s been hungry for it.

you moan into her mouth as you cream all over ellie’s pants, body shaking and falling limp in abby’s arms. ellie laughs, wiping the drool from the side of your lips with the rough pad of her thumb.

“i think we’ve found something better for us to watch on sunday’s.”

IM BACK AND IVE GOT A FIC THATS WAITING TO BE QUEUED. inbox open.

[andersonfilms]

cowgirl!abby delectably being crushed by the weight of your thighs, on the bed of her truck you lay, a prize to treasure as she laps at the golden nectar slipping on her tongue. her staple hat adorning on your head, looking better than it ever has on hers, abby thought. like an angel ascended from the heavens, you glow underneath the moonlight, the open skies in the privacy of her ranch, she claims what is so rightfully hers. whether you know it or not.

“my precious sweetheart, just can’t get enough of me — need me between these thighs of yours, huh?” her heeled boot digs into the dirt, putting all her weight behind the power of her velvet tongue. “my fingers filling your cunt? my baby can’t stop clenching. need more?” with the pressure in your stomach building, the consistent rocking of her truck, the friction of her tongue against your pussy tugs at a thread she always pulls so effortlessly. a toy she often loves to play with.

further, her two fingers slip into a depth she hasn’t reached with just her fingers, actually not a depth you’ve felt before. she continues to fuck like she was born to, making you see stars. “funny, bet that golden girl, what’s her name…..ellie? the one you parade around town, the one who loves you so deeply, doesn’t hold a candle to my hand, does she? such a small little thing, ain’t she…youneed a real woman to make you feel good.”

all you see is baby blues looking up at you as if she is the last person you’ll ever see; this is the last feeling you’ll ever experience. getting fucked into oblivion on the bed of her truck, one you know you’ll find yourself succumbed to ecstasy a week, a month, maybe even a day from now.

taglist: @plutolovesyou @brackishkittie @cristaliesz @only4theweeknd @tlouloser @marvelwomenarehot0 @grey-jedi12 @r3starttt @bittersu1te @pxgeturner @maxinephobia @marsworldd @aouiaa @mytwoseater @cherrybunny @twopeoplee @i-lov3-w0men @lvlymicha @half-of-a-gay

wanna be tagged?

[aouiaa]

okay, stay with me for a moment… imagine riding rockstar!abby’s bridge piercing. as you toyed with your pebble nips, the metal balls massaging your clit from both sides sent waves of pleasure through you. displeased with your pace, shows it by slapping encouragement on your ass, and when you don’t seem to get the message. Her large, firm hands now hold your trembling legs with the same unyielding grip she possessed when playing her drums, guiding your movements with the same masterful precision she used to coax sounds from her instrument.

chat, am i crazy?

[elliesbestgirl]

her arms holy (please hold me to sleep)

[xrstuve]

COMFORT IN THE SNOW | abby anderson x reader !

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“hey!! stop! oh you are so gonna regret that!” abby chuckles as she throws another snowball towards you, shaking off the excess snow on her jacket in the process.

you giggle as you try to get away from her, your arm resting in front of your face to avoid any snow from hitting your eyes.

abby turns around as she kneels down on the snow, her hands forming another snowball to continue the snow fight, when suddenly she hears you get hurt. eyes widening, she rushes towards you and places her gloved hands on your shoulders as she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, checking if she had hurt you badly.

“oh my god babe are you okay? i’m so so sorry i didn’t mean to-“ she starts apologizing profusely as she hears a soft giggle erupt from your lips, uncovering your arm from your face as you laugh uncontrollably at her reaction. abby sighs as she frustratedly looks at you, her hands moving up to your face, gently squeezing your cheeks as you try to squirm away from her touch.

“babe!! not funny!! i seriously thought i hurt you!” she pouts, cheeks flushed as she stares at you, and you can’t seem to stop laughing at her cute reaction.

“m’sorry abs, but your face!! it was priceless!!” you bring your hand up to your eyes, wiping your tears as you sigh contently, smiling up at her. abby’s eyebrows narrow as her face contorts from a serious one to a soft one, her lips curling up to a small smile as she chuckles. seeing you smile so brightly made her realize how beautiful you were and how grateful she was to have you. to love someone so dearly. to call you hers.

she was undeniably in love with you.

you notice her smile turn into a smirk as you look up at her, slowly getting scared about what was about to happen next.

“oh yeah? you wanna see something even funnier?” abby smirks as she wraps her buff arms around your waist and lifts you up on her shoulder, you legs dangling as you screech at the sudden action.

“abigail anderson!! put me down!!” you try to wiggle out of her grip but she holds you tighter, preventing you from falling. that’s until you feel a rush of cold wind against your face as you find yourself on the snow, abby falling along with you as she laid on top of you.

you look at each other for a brief second, bursting into laughter as you laid comfortably on the snow. abby’s hand reaches out to your face, pushing away some strands of hair stuck to your forehead as she stares at you lovingly.

“you’re so beautiful y’know that?” she blurts as you look at her, cheeks flushing from the sudden compliment. she chuckles at your reaction, finding cute the effect she has on you.

“got you blushing real hard for me, haven’t i?” you look away from her, instantly feeling so small beneath her as you try to push her away.

“pfft, it’s definitely because of the cold!!” abby chuckles as she plants a soft kiss against the side of your lips, your face getting hotter by the minute.

“yeah, sure it is”

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-> wrote this tiny fluff one shot with abby although i failed miserably :’)

anyways i hope you enjoy! <3

[sleepytownzzz]

just like a toreador, i don’t just like, i adore yaaa (listened to a ton of toro by remi wolf while drawing this….no correlation…)

[keexshound]

last tlou post for a little bit but. i don't really read the fic part of the fandom often anymore, but since interacting with any the last of us post puts like five of you guys on my dashboard inevitability i have one request. (mostly towards abby and ellie) (heavy on ellie, you guys show up the most)

PLEASE start making your y/ns have some diversity, add uniqueness to your fics, im tired of getting cookie cutters!! i don't want petite, fem, shy lamb characters in almost every fic. give me someone like dina or something. ellie has canonically dated cat and was in love with Riley, both of which are pretty tomboy style. give me a tomboy y/n.

go farther than tomboy, i want to see those girls fall head over heels for a butch. not flannel and jeans like you some of you think butches are, i want a REAL butch. physical labor and hypermasculine butch.

add some diversity to the trans genre, all it is transgirl ellie/abby. not too much of a complaint, i love it, but i just wanna see some diversity in that. give me enby or transmasc ellie. better yet make y/n the trans one for once. or both of them. t4t would be great to finally see.

[obsessedwrhys]

Aesthete

(adj.) Someone with a deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ where Abby let's you draw a portrait of her

c/w: fluff, reader is female because I refuse to believe she's straight 😡, abby being insecure (?), gun talk, some cursing, just two lesbos bickering like a married couple, kissing, did not proof read this!!

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Inside your shared room, you somehow found yourself painting on another canvas after just telling yourself you'd be done with your last one. Since you were a kid, you've always been drawn towards anything that had to do with brushes and colours. It was better spending your time painting rather than talking to people, they were always rude or just straight off insensitive. All except for someone...

Abby...

She always adored your skills. Everytime you were assigned to go on patrols together, she would just peek her head from behind your shoulder to see what you were doodling in your journal. Out of everyone you knew, she was the one constantly bragging about your drawings to her friends. And you guys aren't even dating!!

Yet... which you always liked to tell yourself.

With your brush applying another soft stroke on the canvas, you started to grow bored of it, another idea already crawling up from the back of your mind. Maybe you could try doing a portrait, you have the experience but you just don't have the subject. Almost out of instinct, you knew who to find. Pretty much the only person you'd figure would be fine with this.

Abandoning your brush and pallette on the round chair, you decided to leave and try to find Abby. It wasn't hard to find her since she would spend almost all of her time in the gym. Swinging open the glass door, you headed in and walked past several other WLFs who were also training, your eyes glued to one person.

There she was, doing bench presses as usual.

You decided to stop a few feet away from where she was, almost like you were in a trance from watching her biceps flex each time she lifted the heavy weight. Not wanting to be seen as a creep, which you already have, you walked closer to make your presence known. "Hey Abby" You said with a smile. Your voice startling her a bit.

"Oh, hey" She said before setting the weight back to its rightful place. She sits up on the bench as she looks at you with a friendly smile. "You need anything?" She said, always kind and polite towards you that it somehow made you feel all giddy inside.

"I was wondering if you'd liked to be the subject of a portrait I'm doing" You said and your words struck her a bit. She looked like she just received news of something big. "Uhh... if you're worried about the portrait turning out ugly, I promise I'll be extra focused on the details" You said, figuring if that was the reason behind her reaction.

"Huh? Ah no, I wasn't worried about that. I'm just surprised you'd pick me" She chuckles awkwardly as she stands up, her height scaring you a bit. "Did you expect me to pick someone else?" You asked, the two of you walking side by side.

"Well... maybe I figured you'd choose someone more... elegant" She said, holding the door open for you to go first. "Elegant?" You scoff out of amusement.

"Didn't you show me one of your books? Where all of the people drawn were wearing those tight dresses and having their hair up so high" Abby said, recalling the memory.

"Pssh, that's different, trust me, I know what I'm doing" You opened the door to your room, inviting her inside.

"Whatever you say" She responded with a playful smile. Once you closed the door, her eyes were already examining around the room that's messy from all of your art stuff.

"Seems like you didn't take my advice" She said, looking at the stack of books you had thrown along with the pile of discontinued drawings.

"I'll do that later" You said dismissively since you realised everytime you cleaned your supplies, you were always gonna use it and make a mess anyways, best to save it for a day where you have the energy to clean.

"Soo uhh... what do I...?" Abby walks over to where you're busy setting a brand new canvas.

"You can just sit at the sofa so you can be right in front of me" You said, putting everything in place and she just does what you instructed. She finds herself seated in front of you and it somehow made her shy. Does she pose or...? This is all new to her.

"You can move your body around a bit, just try not to move your head a lot, so uh... relax" You said, already picking up your brush. "Got it" She said as she leans back onto the cushion.

With your focus on the portrait, you failed to notice the way she was watching you, her gaze was full of warmth and admiration. She was eyeing your every move as if she was watching a film.

"I never got to ask, how did you learn to paint?" Abby said and it made you stop in your act to think it over. "Can't remember exactly when, I just knew it was fun to do so I kept doing it" You simply responded and she smiles softly at your answer. "Fun huh? Is that why you're doing a portrait of me?" She said and her playful tone made you almost freeze in place.

"I guess you could say that" You said, your hand carefully doing the shades of her face. The room remained quiet for a moment, just faint sounds of your brush mixing together different colours on your pallete. "Can you lift your head up a bit?" You asked and she does just that. "Perfect" You said and quickly press your brush back on the canvas.

Your eagerness had her struggle to contain a smile. "If only you were this passionate about your gun training" She said since this was a topic that you could care less about.

"I don’t really like guns, it's too violent for me"

"True... but its also the reason why you're still alive. C'mon, at least fix your aim" She said which had you turn to look at her.

"Whats wrong with my aim?"

"Errr..." She trails off, struggling to find the right words but you were well aware of what she was trying to say. "Just try not to have your bullets flying everywhere" She said, her response having you raise an eyebrow at her.

"... don't make me draw a hairy moustache on you" You threatened which had her laugh.

"Am I supposed to find that scary?" She asked to which you pointed the end of your paintbrush at her to warn her to be careful of her next words. This action just encouraging her even more but for her sake of not wanting a horrendous looking moustache on her portrait, she'll stop.

After a while, she let's out a soft sigh. "Getting tired?" You asked, your face hidden by the canvas so she couldn't see you.

"A bit" She admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. Your head peaks from the side of canvas, trying to mimic the sweat that was still present on her forehead due to her earlier workout.

Without even realising, you were basically staring at her face a little too hard. It was funnier from Abby's perspective cause all she could see was your pair of eyes staring at her so intensely. "Am I too far away? You're looking pretty hard" She joked, pointing out how your brows were slightly narrowed.

You ended up shushing her which she found amusing. "I'm thinking, don't disrupt my thoughts" You said.

"Yes ma'am"

After a couple of minutes, you managed to finish the portrait, just a few details here and there then you were finally satisfied with yourself. "You can get up now" You said as you carefully added some tiny dots or lines. Abby pushed herself off the sofa and stood beside you.

"Damn" She said, blown away by the portrait you had done of her. It was like a reflection in a mirror. "What are you gonna do with it?" Abby asked as you stepped back to finally admire your work. "I don't know... maybe I'll hang it up somewhere in my room" You said. This caught her interest almost immediately. "You want a portrait of me in your room?" She asked, seeming embarrassed.

"Well do you want it in your room?" You asked which made her go silent.

"It's fine, I really don't mind, you'd be surprised by how many scary things I've painted and displayed on my walls" You said, carefully picking up the canvas and moving it to the other side of the room. Abby simply follows you with her arms folded.

"Comparing my face to scary things doesn't make it sound any better" She said and you could sense a tiny hint of frustration in her tone which had you chuckle to yourself. "Stop being a baby and help me hang this up" You said after finding a open spot on the wall to put it.

"You.are.unbelievable" She shakes her head slightly with a defeated smile as she takes the canvas from your hand before standing on the chair to hang it on to the nail.

Once she was done, she stepped down from the chair to stand beside you. The two of you now staring at the portrait.

"I have to admit, you're really gifted" Abby said and it made you turn your head to look at her. "Thanks" You smiled at her compliment. The second she turns to look at you, you felt yourself melt at her stare as if her blue eyes were hypnotising you. You swore for a second you could see hearts popping up around her.

Why is she looking at you like that?

Like you're the single most beautiful thing she has ever seen

"If you uh don't mind... could I stay for a while?" She asked, her voice so soft it was intoxicating.

"Sure" You blurted out without even thinking twice.

Noticing how flustered you looked, Abby tilts her head with a grin. "You okay?" She asked but her tone was anything but concern, it was like she was teasing you, knowing the effect she had on you.

"Yeahh, I'm good" You turned around and began walking back to your supplies, feeling as though you needed to escape her presence quickly to be able to think straight.

"Are you sure? Cause you looked like you wanted to kiss me just now" She said and it stopped you from reaching out to your brushes. Your mind was short circuiting.

Fuck this woman...

"And what if I said I wanted to?" You managed to say since it was easier that you weren't looking at her.

Suddenly you could hear her footsteps approaching you from behind, almost like each step she took added a weight in your chest. The tension on you shoulders relaxed the moment you felt her hands placed on them, gently, she turned you around to have you face her.

"Then kiss me" She said, no, pleaded. Her face showing how much she also wanted this.

You leaned in closer to her, the two of you haven't even kissed yet but just from the feeling of your chests pressed together made you both breathless. Eventually you pressed your lips on hers, taking it slow as you wanted to savour this moment, but it didn't last long as the desperation started to grew.

Within seconds, you were kissing Abby hard and she did the same, her hand wrapped around the back of your neck while the other is placed on your hip. The kiss was messy. Your hands grabbing at whatever you could on her body as you were completely lost in the taste of her.

Your touch was driving her crazy as well, thinking back to the countless nights of how she much she wanted this. To have you this close, to have you melt just from her lips. Out of breath and feeling tired, you pulled away but Abby didn't let you and quickly pulled you back in for another kiss. Her action causing you to yelp and for a sec she felt her stomach flip. She chuckles.

"So pretty" She muttered before pressing her lips back on yours again and again, not wanting the moment to end.

"Abby..." You laid your hands on her arms and she pulled back to admire you. The mess she had made of you.

"Yes...?" She said, gently caressing your face.

"You keep kissing me and I'm gonna pass out" You said and your words had her chuckle softly.

"Sorry, can't help it when your lips are so sweet" She said, her thumb rubbing on your cheek affectionately.

"Did you think this would happen when you asked me to come over?" She asks.

"Ummm... maybe?" You said. You had a feeling something might happen but you never thought it'd turn out like this.

"I've just liked you for a very long time but I wasn't sure you felt the same" You confessed and her smile grew wider.

"Seriously? What, was me bragging about you to everyone not obvious enough? Should I have been starting a fan club for you so you'd find out better?" She teased and you smacked her on the shoulder playfully.

"Maybe you should, then I'd know that you actually liked me" She sighs, pretending to act like she's regretting this missed opportunity.

"You're right. Maybe if I did start a massive fan club dedicated to you, we would of had this kiss sooner" She said, leaning in closer to have her forehead rested on yours.

"Well we're here now aren't we?" You looked up at her, a smirk on your face.

"True" She then started to move and you couldn't help but let your eyes flutter close, waiting for her to kiss you again but somehow the feeling of her lips on yours never came.

You opened your eyes and found her actually moving her lips inches away from your ears instead. "How about we clean your room now, hm?" She said which had you in disbelief. She was now reminding you of how dirty your room is after just kissing you.

"If tidying up my things is so much fun then sure" You moved away from her but she was quick to follow you.

"If I get to spend more time with you, I don't see anything boring about it" Abby said, already on to arrange your stack of unorganised books. You watch her with a look of gratitude, knowing this mess is gonna take a very long time to clean.

"Thanks Abs"

"You can thank me with a kiss after we're done" She shoot you a cheeky smile which had you roll your eyes with the corner of your lips curving upwards.

"Fine" You stood beside her to help with putting your books in order. Seeing how focused you were, Abby couldn't help but have her hip nudging yours on purpose to get your attention. You chuckle, knowing this cleaning session is gonna take a while.

(Now I'm gonna do super duper angst Ellie, this plot has been stuck on my mind 😄)

[chai-berries]

rugby!abby having an IMPORTANT home game and while she’s at pre-game warm up, she gets a text from ellie that just says “good luck and ur welcome ;))))” and when abby clicks on it she finds a video ellie took of you and dina getting ready for the game. ellie is sitting on the couch while you and dina flutter around the apartment. the school colors are red and white and while abby’s home game jersey is a white one with red details, you’re wearing her red away-game one with a white tennis skirt underneath it. her jersey fits differently on you because she’s bulked but she also likes them to not be too tight on her [much to your disappointment]. abby is clutching her phone up to her face as she watches you dance to dina’s pregame playlist, singing into whatever you have in your hand at the moment. the video is almost over when abby hears ellie say behind the camera, “everyone say good luck to abby!!” you spin around — your skirt flares out making abby’s breath catch — and pose for the video, hands up and hip out “good luck to my beautiful and scary talented girlfriennnnnndddd” ellie and dina are laughing as you beam in response to your very adorable pda. the video ends.

abby’s smile is so wide it’s hurting, and one of her teammates makes a joke but abby shrugs it off, texting ellie “thanks for that haha” and texting you “you’re so fucking cute! i love you and i’ll see ya soon” before locking her phone for the pregame huddle

[midnightbluebells03]

Ellabs but you're tucked into Abby's side with a wand on your needy clit while Ellie eats Abby out until her jaw hurts???

My hormones are going crazy I'm sorry for the lack of posts

[ellabswilliamson]

I've been thinking a lot about what Abby would smell like in terms of a candle or bar soap. I know her favorite soap is Pine scented. So far, I've figured up that she would smell like Pine, Rain & something robust like musk or teakwood? What do you guys think?

[allmyfavoritecolours]

soft!abby headcanons - part two ♡

sfw, these are kiiiiinda lazy but i promise i'm sort of working on a proper oneshot/possible multi-chapter fanfic but who knows when that'll be done

♡ abby is a little overprotective, if you injure yourself on patrol she immediately stops to patch you up and make sure you're ok before moving on. if someone else on the team gets injured, she'll stop and wait for them to tend to themselves, but she won't help them with it. her tender, loving side is reserved for you only.

♡ when you get back home later she always checks up on you to make sure you're doing ok, mentally as well as physically, and cleans the wound if necessary. she'll pull you into her lap when she's done and you two will cuddle up on the couch together, abby opening one of her favourite books and reading aloud to you.

♡ abby struggles to sleep whenever you're not there, eventually giving in and getting up to grab your favourite hoodie. she holds it close and allows the smell of you to wash over her as she falls asleep, feeling a little more comforted.

♡ abby LOVES hugs from behind. she loves wrapping you in her big arms and burying her face in your neck while you're busy. or, if the roles are reversed she'll feel you snake your arms around her waist and your cheek press against her upper back, not quite tall enough to see over her shoulders without standing on tiptoes.

♡ abby loves teaching you things and helping you learn. her favourite is when she's helping you adjust your aim and she just HAS to touch you in order to help you. it's purely educational, no other reason.

[andersonfilms]

feat. anderson's treats & baker!abby

abby who owns a bakery shop and you have an insatiable sweet tooth that never seems to end, a match made in heaven. your first date being in her shop she closes for the night, anderson’s treats, flour anxiously spread across her cheeks, she’s blushing furiously as you watch her, careful hands kneading the dough as you gaze at her with a certain sparkle in her eye as abby speaks about what got her into baking in the first place. 

then, curiosity gets the best of abby and she’s asking you questions about yourself, maybe she gets you to assist her, the butterflies in your stomach swarm as she tells lame jokes no one should really find funny but you do. with skillful hands, she makes you her favorite, one her shop is known for. it crumbles deliciously in her mouth, but the filling comes out as it coats the corner of your mouth, leaving her to use her thumb to wipe the strawberry filling away. with intentful innocence, she brings it to her lips. your deep, curious eyes inquiring at her mouth, full pink lips sucking the strawberry away. it’s only then she’s realized what’s been done. 

burning bright and red, the blush noticeable from a mile away. it’s when you notice the scar on her cheek and it makes you wonder how she got it and maybe you’ll ask her at another time but you don’t want to dismiss the moment. abby anderson, looking upon you with a blinding smile, giggles. airy and light, as if her laughter is the dough you’re kneading. the delightful substance infused into your bloodstream, needed as much as the blood pumping through your veins. 

as delightful as it is, it’s still a distraction. you think of her instead of the task she’s so cutely assigned you to. 

as you visibly struggling to knead the dough correctly. abby thinks it’s cute, but she decides to assist you. “here, let me—” the blonde maneuvers her frame around you, arms practically wrapped around your waist as she places her warm hands on top of your own. her voice sends a sensational shiver down your spine. “oh!”

abby chuckles but offers nothing else to say as she shows how to do it correctly. the feeling comes natural to her and she passes along her natural instinct but all you can think about is how she feels, her words coaching you in your ear as abby’s breath causes goosebumps to soothe every inch of your skin. 

“yeah, just like that. you’re a natural baby.” she kisses your cheek sweetly. she smirks as you lean back to her, finding comfort in the safety of her warmth. a homecoming, a sense of it settled in your heart, one only she could’ve brought to a full bloom.

OKAY BAKER!AU??? I MIGHT NEED TO EXPLORE THIS MORE GAHHHHHDKJF ♡

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