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Spencer Reid visuals 18+
minors dni. do not interact without your age in your bio. my blog and posts are for those 18 or older only.
note: these links lead to explicit twitter videos. quite literally p!rn. watch at your own risk!! these remind me of Spencer in action, not necessarily appearance
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Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend to be interrogated by the 141 (2k words, part 1)
Summary: Inspired by one of my headcanons for Valeria. Valeria has gifted you a whole wing in her massive residence in Las Almas. Alejandro infiltrates the mansion to gather intel and finds you, Valeria's girlfriend. You are kidnapped by Alejandro and interrogated by the 141 on Valeria and her whereabouts. Got a bit carried away and will make a part 2! Link to fanfic on A03
Notes: Sorry for butchering Mexican Spanish, I Google-translated everything! Also tagging @lesvii in case u wanted to read it! TW: mentions of cheating, toxic Alejandro, threat of violence.
It was another beautiful night for you at the rich luxurious mansion of your girlfriend Valeria Garza, the infamous cartel mogul of Las Almas and Latin America. In the lowest basements of the estate sat enemies, tied on their chairs and ruthlessly interrogated by Valeria's henchmen. Blood stains littered the floor, the moans of these victims muffled by the layers of concrete that stood between them and the world above the surface. And much further above, on a secluded and spoiled part of the estate, you stretched lazily on a golden bathtub filled with hot water and bubbles, feeling the dolphin-shaped taps that winked at you with diamond eyes as you played around with the water. Your bathroom was filled with the scent of lavender and honey and you enjoyed another night of hard-earned relaxation. It wasn't easy being this loved and spoiled, but someone had to do it! Sure, Valeria had a prominently dark side that demanded constant attention, and could be a handful to love. Valeria needed three warm homemade meals every day, love each morning and night and a massage break during her siesta, and you met all of her wishes. In return, Valeria loved you hard and expensively.
Today was an especially tough day because Valeria needed to leave for a business trip.
"It's just three days, okay mi amor? I'll be back before you know it," she fussed over you at her doorstep, one of the few times she'd let you be seen by her henchmen. Ever since you were moved into Valeria's residence, she had scarcely left your side. And now here she was, needing to leave for some kind of business meeting that she refused to elaborate on. You knew it must've been important because you would hear various personnel discuss it carelessly when they thought you weren't listening from your balcony. And it must've been very important if it meant keeping her away from you for days. "But what about morning cuddles?" You sulked and held on to her shirt with the tip of your fingers. It was a bit self-indulgent and dramatic, but you really were going to miss her, and Valeria loved to feel needed anyway, so such pathetic displays were more than welcome. "I'll call you whenever I can, okay? Now give me a kiss."
And that's how you ended up having to amuse yourself for several days.
And that's when Alejandro decided to infiltrate the Las Almas residence.
You were soaking in the warm water, completely oblivious to the fact that your girlfriend's ex-lover was eyeing the residence for a vulnerable entry point. As you lathered your body in oils and creams, he was butchering the guards and dumping their bodies behind the bushes. As you sat on your Queen sized bed ready to rest for the night, he stood behind the door, listening. Alejandro had guessed that this must be Valeria's private area of the mansion because it was significantly nicer than the rest, and that said something. Whereas the rest of the mansion looked like it came from a luxury housekeeping catalogue, this part was more...personal. It had a personal touch to it, a woman's touch. And he knew Valeria had no interest in interior decoration. He passed hallways with floral and sensual pieces of art, past vases with carefully arranged flowers that probably had a deeper significance than he realised. Past a fully stocked kitchen with something freshly cooked on the stove, past a well-used sitting area decorated with pictures of two women smiling at the camera. Jealousy tugged at his heart at these displays of domesticity. He pulled a spy cam cord from his pocket and slid it underneath the door. And there on the bed, amid fluffy cushions and blankets, sat you.
And he remembered exactly who you were.
"Hermano, all good in there?" Soap's voice came through in his earpiece, jolting Alejandro from his revenge fantasy. "Si, be out in five," he whispered and pulled the camera back. It'd be more efficient to knock on the door and wait to take you with chloroform, but he could bet on his life that you were not part of the cartel. This was very much a regular civilian woman, a little trophy wife. And trophy wives can't fight off military personnel. Alejandro rammed through the door and lunged for you before you even had a moment to turn around. Having tucked yourself in your blankets, you had no time to even get up before this strange man put his hands on you.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Strange men with various insignias on their uniforms paced around the residence as you were pushed forward and towards the garden. The man was with Mexican Special Forces, that much you could tell. He laughed darkly and tightened his grip on you. "So, big El Sinobre left you behind, eh? Not so big and scary now, are we?" To your horror and surprise, a helicopter was lowering itself to the ground and shone a bright light on you, like you were a criminal. You wanted to protest that you hadn't actually done anything, but you were guilty by association. Another man leaned out of the helicopter and extended his arm to grab you. "That don't look like cartel to me, brother," a slightly Southern American accent decorated his speech as he grabbed your elbow and chucked you in. The Mexican man followed you along with some others. "She's the next best thing after Valeria, trust me. She'll come running to us in no time."
"Hermano, you sure about this? There are different rules for civilians." Another man spoke, a man with a mohawk and the Union Jack flag on his vest. The helicopter started raising itself off the ground and took off to God knows where. You were in your pyjamas still, feeling silly and vulnerable, too afraid to say anything. Valeria always warned people to stay quiet in front of enemies, and you couldn't be blamed for anything you hadn't said. "I'm positive, Hermano. I know how she works. We take something from her, and she'll come looking." The man sat right across from you, his eyes never leaving you. He was tall and dark, around Valeria's age you'd guess, maybe older. There was a menacing look in his eyes, as though he couldn't stand to look at you, yet his dark eyes never left yours. There was something else lurking underneath that you couldn't put your finger on. It was almost like hatred, though you couldn't understand why he'd hate you personally - you'd never seen him before. And yet he spoke of Valeria with such familiarity...it chilled you.
Next thing you knew, you were in some headquarters. Masses of soldiers marched to and from the facility, taking the time to glance your way as the men brought you to one of the warehouses. Amidst the uniformed men with pounds of kit on themselves, you felt naked. Within the warehouse was a metal container that, to your horror, seemed to be your new resting place. You were thrown on a chair and the container sealed shut after them. "She's being surprisingly cooperative so far," the man with the skull mask grumbled as he leaned back with his arms crossed. "Either that or poor thing doesn't speak English," said the American.
"I can speak English," you whispered and nodded to them, the first thing you said so far. "Perfecto." The American clapped his hands and walked towards you. He lowered himself to your level and brought his face menacingly close to yours, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. "Now, we can do this the nice way. Or we can do this the army way. What will it be, sweetheart?" He stared you down with his blue eyes and you noticed the scar on his cheek; a clean slice on his combat-hardened face. You swallowed hard. "The nice way." He grinned with satisfaction and raised himself. "That's what I like to hear."
The man who kidnapped you stepped forward, towering over you and not bothering to lower himself like the American. "Where's Valeria?" He spat her name out like poison and your heart sank. "I don't kn-," you'd started saying but stopped when you saw how his eyes darkened. "She doesn't tell me anything. She keeps her business separate from me." "And who exactly are you?" The masked man spoke, his deep voice reverberating within the container. The Mexican man scoffed and paced around mumbling to himself. "This should be good." "Alejandro, please." Another man scolded in a whisper. Alejandro glared at him and shook his head, then looked at you with a deep frown that contorted an otherwise handsome face. His eyes, you realised, were looking at your fingers, one of which wore a thick golden band.
"I'm her partner." You resisted the urge to play with your ring, afraid of making any move in front of them. The American laughed loudly, making you jolt in your seat. "A cartel run by a lesbian, eh? Man, I love my job." "She's not a lesbian," Alejandro snapped quickly. The American stood up taller. "My friend, I think you need to cool off." "¡Anímate y díselo!" He yelled at you. "Alright, now hold on. How do you two know each other?" The American demanded as he pointed to you and Alejandro. "I don't know him," you mumbled and shook your head. "Mierda! You know perfectly well who I am." He exploded again. The man with the mohawk and the other Mexican man looked at you wearily, moving a little bit closer to you in light of Alejandro's outbursts. "I'm sorry, I really don't," you said with a wavering voice. That seemed to really set him off. Alejandro charged at you while swearing. "Vete al infierno hija de puta-"
The two men reached forward and drew him away from you. "Alejandro-" "Calm down, Commander." He shook them off then span around and looked at you again, his firsts curled on the handles of his vest. "Okay, go on. Speak." "I already told you she doesn't tell me anything! She doesn't want me to be involved and she doesn't tell me where she goes. I just take care of the house and that's it. And she'll be mighty pissed when she sees I'm gone." You threw your words at him.
"And now, you," the American pointed at Alejandro. "Valeria served in the Mexican Army, same unit but different squads. Until she betrayed us for the cartel. That's how I know her."
Suddenly, you realised who he was. You'd heard whispers about him amongst Valeria's friends. She would frequently be teased about 'moving camps' and being a heartbreaker. One of them even joked about how you were a homewrecking housewife. Valeria made sure you didn't see those people again. You thought it was all part of a big joke, until now. That part of her past, you guessed, must be him.
The American looked at you and you nodded. "Yes, she did that when we first met. But I don't know anything specific, she didn't tell me." The man who called Alejandro 'commander' looked at you closely and he, too, seemed familiar. He was also part of the Mexican Special Forces and seemed to be paired up with Alejandro. He had large, round brown eyes that were not unkind. He spoke up: "I remember her too. Valeria and she met just a bit before Valeria left the Mexican Army." The American looked at you with disdain after that, and the other man continued. "But she's not lying about not knowing Alejandro. Valeria kept her out of our business." You looked at him with relief and he looked away.
"Well we just pulled a heck of an operation to weed this one out, and we're not leaving until we get some answers," said the American man. "And I don't believe for a second that you're entirely clueless. Now you can either start singing or I'm gonna show you the difference between the military and me."
Notes: Thanks for reading! Link to part 2 :> Link to part 3
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SUBWAY ABBY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
SUBWAY CRUSH (ABBY'S VERSION)– subway!abby x bookworm!reader
masterlist. nav.
⠀✧.* subway ellie headcanons (subway crush 1.0– subway!ellie x art school!reader)
you were just coming back from a little brunch with your friends
yeah you were a little bit tipsy, but it was wearing off
your friends said goodbye bc they lived in the whole other side of the city
so you get into the subway
you sit down, getting your book out of your tote bag. and quickly, you got really really into the book. it was so captivating, you couldn't fucking stop
and so you didn't notice the blonde girl in front of you, looking down at you with her resting bitch face. if you had, you'd definitely thought she was judging you, or hate watching you. or something like that. you'd probably had felt insecure
but actually, the girl in front of you was admiring how immersed you seemed on the words in front of you. you weren't realizing anything happening around you
and the girl in front of you has read that book like forty times
the signal goes on, announcing the next stop
it wasn't your stop, so you kept reading
but you looked up once just to make sure you had heard the signal correctly and you didn't miss your stop
when you did, you're eyes met with the girl in front of you, she was standing and you were seated, so you had to look up
cause she was TALL
she was looking down at you intensely, like she was about to yell at you or something
and her hair was blonde and looked silky smooth
a pair of wireless headphones on
a white hoodie
and some dark green cargo style pants
omg, why is she looking at me like that?
so you awkwardly smile at her; a smile that reads more like a half apology for whatever you had done to annoy her
and she just smiled back
and now you wanted the earth to swallow you
fuck, why did I do that? you thought, realizing how awkward it is to smile at a stranger on the train
before, she looked like she was judging you to the point you definitely thought she was gonna scream at you, but now she looked adorable. like a little angel. with her little smile, her nose and cheeks red, and her eyes shimmering
but you burried your head in the book again because you were too fucking embarrassed (and confused)
and you couldn't concentrate on the words anymore. reading the same sentence again and again, but you couldn't stop thinking about the girl in front of you
you allowed yourself to look one more time
luckily for you, she was looking the other way, so you could see her side profile, and you were definitely enchanted
admiring her long blonde lashes, the little freckles on her cheeks, and her nose. fuck, her nose was so pretty
quickly you returned to your book
but you didn't know that abby has great peripheral vision, so she definitely saw you checking her out
you were too distracted to hear the announcement that signaled the next stop.
and it was your stop
so when the train stopped and you looked at the doors, you realized you had to get off that train
so you frantically closed the book, got up, and tried to put it away in your tote back
you tried, cause you dropped it on abby's feet.
and the doors were closing, so you definitely missed your stop
now you were kneeling in front of her to pick up the book. and you looked up at her before she knelt down too
at the sight of you knelt down at her feet, looking up at her, abby almost passed out. cause you looked so pretty down there (and she definitely wanted to keep you there for ages)
with her cheeks red, she knelt down to help you pick your book, giving it back to you, with a smile
"oh, I'm so sorry" you said.
"it's ok, no worries"
AND HER VOICE. her voice, oh my god. so pretty, so melodic, so sweet.
and her hands?? cause you definetly stared at them when she gave you your book, cause you couldn't meet her gaze, since you too were so close. her long, thick soft and fingers. and the fact that she was wearing a thumb ring.
"I love that book" she said, now a pair of dark blue eyed staring at you
"what?" you mumbled, cause you were too in your head to hear what she had said. cause her eyes felt like they were drawing you in.
"oh, I said I love that book!"
”oh! oh, yeah, i can’t stop thinking about it”
“yeah, it has that effect” she said, giggling a bit
and you didn’t know what had gotten into you cause the words were rolling off of your tongue before you realized “i thought you hated it, cause you were looking at me like you were judging me or something!”
“whaat?? no!! oh my god, its my face right?”
”your-your face?”
”yeah, you know how some poeple have like a resting bitch face… well i’ve been told i have one of those”
”oh, i’ve been told i have a resting sad face”
”i mean, you kinda do” she said, smiling now
and you smiled back
“uh, listen i should definetly go now, cause i kinda missed my stop” you said, since the train was slowing down
“oh no! i’m sorry!”
“it’s ok you didn’t do anything!”
“distract you, maybe?” she said. and if someone else had said it it would’ve sound cocky. but she said it half-jockingly
“um-“you had to look the other way a bit, you felt your face getting hot, so you pretended you looked at the map above her head on the metro wall. before you could speak again she said
“here, let me make it up to you” she said, taking her backpack off and opening it
“what?? no there’s no need for that!”
”i know, but i want to” she said, getting a pen and a book out. it was a paperback, and you read the title; "stone butch blues” oh she is definitely gay.
she wrote a little note on the cover, but you couldn’t see what she had written. with a smile and her cheeks a little red she handed it to you. and you took it, you heart about to beat out of your chest
“oh, if you’re always this nice to strangers on trains you definetly have great karma” you laughed off. the train was stopping, so you had to get off now
”only to pretty girls with and outstandingly great taste in book”
“oh my go—um, my stop”
”well, see you arround book girl” she said, before you waved at her goodbye and you got out of the train
when you got on the platform, you sat down on one of the benches, the book in your hands, your palms sweaty, feeling euphoric but also like you were in a dream. cause that was too good to be true, and it happened so fast
you opened the book to read what she had written
"to the girl on the subway, that thought I was judging her, when actually I was admiring her. I hope this serves as an apology. and since us readers don't like conveniences, how about we don't fuck it up by giving each other our numbers? let's leave fate to do its job.
or you can meet me on the same train tomorrow morning if you want
29/05/23- 12:45 pm- abby (the girl on the train with the resting bitch face)"
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☾✩☽☾✩☽taglist (I decided to tag the people who commented on the subway ellie headcanons!! or on my posts about subway abby!! I hope that's ok!): @machetegirl109 @elliesbelle @elliewilliamsmunch @sweet--em @uraesthete @rinrinzies
☾✩☽☾✩☽ writer's note: here she is!!! I think I might love subway abby even more than subway Ellie... she's just mwah chef's kiss!! and her thumb ring sjdhbdhbsj!! also! working on a full fic for subway ellie that's probably gonna be like 3-5 parts. let me know if anyone wants to be added to the taglist for that!! mwah I love you all <3
normalize looking like this and being evil. having a head full of horrible and inexplicable horrors. i’m tired of pretending i’m not a hater. a bitch ❤︎
reblog if you like boobs or haven't been happy in months
sonic the lesbian is a hedgehog
Hope you are better soon <3
my titty fuxking hurts man what the hell!! stop!!
Relatable
gay sex won’t fix this. it’ll probably make this worse. that being said don’t you want to see how much worse it can get?
hello little gay people in my phone
💧💧💧
Y’all better be drinking your water!
Reblog to remind a bitch to stay hydrated.
It Wasn't in my Head (1)
(a/n: hellooo! im super excited to be putting my ideas into writing ((finally)) and sharing it with u! this will be a multi part fic, im not sure how long yet, but i am a fan of long slowburn stories so get ready. also, this story will contain inappropriate themes so minors and ageless blogs dni! this is only my third or fourth fic ive ever done so plz be nice to me hehe. ok on with it then)
Summary: Abby is the starting linebacker at UW and when her team starts to falter her coach decides to get the team into ballet, in order to teach them that grace and stability is important in football too. Abby is just as upset about her teammates about this, until she sees her pretty new ballet teacher...
dancer!reader x football!abby
!!ABBY IS STRAIGHT IN THE BEGINNING. READER IS HER GAY AWAKENING!!
The locker slammed in the empty room as the blonde walked out alone, ready for practice. There were a few "hey man"s thrown her way as she walked out the doors.
Abby had always had a thing for sports since she was a kid. She tried a lot of them too, none of them quite working out.
That was before she found football.
Football was one of the only things that ever made Abby truly happy. She knew it was kind of corny to say, but she seriously felt lost without it.
So when she worked her ass off and was offered a once in a lifetime opportunity to play on the men's football team at the college in her hometown, it just kind of felt like fate was aligned.
Abby jogged over to where she saw everyone else running and started doing so. Abby got along fine with all the boys on her team, I mean it was her team after all, but she never really felt the need to truly befriend any of them. She had her close circle and that was all she needed.
Her said close circle consisted of her friends Miguel, Ellie, and Vi.
Her and Miguel met when they were teenagers at a boxing class. She ended up hating boxing but loving what came out of it. Miguel was the type of guy to make anyone feel good about anything. He could turn anything into the funniest joke, or a life lesson.
And Ellie, well she met Ellie not long ago, when their dads met in a poker club and Ellie's dad kina killed Abby's in the game. They had been friends ever since they started talking about their lack of mothers and love of corny dad jokes. Abby had also always known Ellie was gay, but the deal was kind of sealed when she would gush about her crush on a girl named Riley.
And Vi, well Vi was Abby's best friend since childhood. Abby was embarrassed to say, but she was the scared, shy kid sitting on the ABC rug in the classroom. Thankfully, Vi was the complete opposite and marched right up to Abby on her short little legs and struck up conversation. And the rest of the story just kind of wrote itself.
"Hey! Hey Anderson! Slow down!"
Abby looked over her shoulder to analyze the face calling out to her. She turned back ahead and cringed before turning back around and smiling at the man.
Owen wasn't a bad guy per-say, it was really just the way he couldn't learn when to stop. He had practically been eating out of Abby's hands the past three years they've been playing together.
It always confused Abby why she wasn't attracted to Owen, but she sort of just wasn't, and she thought she had made that pretty clear. She also just liked to think that sports were important to her, and she had too much going on for crushes or relationships.
"Hey Owen what's goin on?" Abby slowed so the man could catch up and tried to approach the conversation politely.
"Oh yaknow...practice," He said in between huffs, trying to catch up with the fit girl next to him, "What about you?"
"Yeah just, practice," She commented, coated with awkwardness.
Owen went to open his mouth to speak again, but thankfully her coach whistled loudly and told everyone to hustle in.
They flocked over to their coach and took a knee in front of him while the moustached man opened his mouth and started speaking.
"I called y'all over here to talk before ya started doing drills," he gruffed in his strange accent, "I hope y'all have noticied, that all your scrimages have been straight crap recently. I've seen blindfolded toddlers play ball better than you sissies!"
Abby cringed at his harsh words, but she couldn't help but agree. She assumed everyone was slacking recently due to the fact it was August, and the season hadn't even started yet.
"So, since I wont be caught coaching a ton of pansies, I've decided to get some outside help," everyone seemed confused by his words, and Abby couldn't help but be confused herself.
What the hell kind of outside help did they need?
"Huskies, y'all are gonna be taking ballet classes," the coach said, smirk prominent on his mustache covered lips.
Everyone immediately groaned and commented with wild distaste for the man's decision.
"Shut your nabbin!" he erupted with anger in his voice, "I don't want to hear another damn word! Y'all are takin ballet to learn that just because you think you're big tough men, don't mean you are! You will learn how to move properly on your feet, improving your agility, balance, and strength coordination. You start tomorrow and are fortunate enough to be taught by the greatest ballet dancer in the state and a student at this school. Dismissed,"
Fuck
(a/n: ok wow first chapter! hoped you guys liked it, I promise the next chapter will be more interesting. I will try and have it out soon! ♡︎♡︎)
OH, THE LOVERS SHE ONCE HAD & THE ONE SHE TRULY LOVED…
FIVE HUSBANDS
OFFICIAL MASTERLIST // AOT SERIES BY KINGKONOHA
˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ ˊ˗ eren, armin, jean, reiner, connie & levi x fem!reader
˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ ˊ˗ You’re a famous woman. You’re a wealthy woman. And you went through five marriages to reach your star status. One of your husbands was your childhood friend. Another one was rich and dangerous. One was a co-star. Someone was obsessive. Someone else died. And, lastly, someone ended up being the true love of your life.
˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ୨୧ ˊ˗ 18+ ONLY // {N}SFW // MINORS DNI - modern au, fem!reader, smut, fluff, angst, toxic relationships, stalking, swearing, mentions of alcohol/drinking, death, pregnancy/children, unrequited love. any other potential warnings will be posted at the start of each chapter.
˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ୨୧ ˊ˗
Part I — THE OLD FRIEND // summary
Part II — THE MUSICIAN
Part III — THE STAR
Part IV — THE MANAGER (coming soon)
Part V — THE RICH MAN
Part VI — THE OBSESSED ONE
Part VII — THE ONE TRUE LOVE
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[F4F] I’m not a Fuckin’ Brat[Abby][Rough][TLOU][Brat taming][Fsub][Bondage][Begging][Face sitting][Strap on][[Denial][Whining][2 versions] [Sub] to [Dom] [Fsub] or [Fdom][Mommy kink] [Degradation][Self degradation][Embarassed][Praise][Cunnilingus][Aftercare]
I meant to have this out before midnight, my bad...it's daytime somewhere lol
If there's issues with either audio pls let me know I've been nervous I've forgotten something for like 20 minutes.
ANOTHER ABBY AUDIO??!
need a girl with big warm hands to come hold my lower tummy n back before these cramps put me in the grave
WHAT IS THIS?! WHO MADE THIS?! I'M LOSING IT BIG TIME. THE ATLANTIC OCEAN GOT NOTHING ON ME RN.
hi there!! would u be able to post some more soundgasm links from the person who sounds a lil bit like abby ?
(no pressure btw!!! also i luv ur account!)🩷
IM SORRY IDK WHY I DIDNT SEE THIS IM SUCH A BUM. u probably already found her acc already cus everyone’s talking abt it BUTT i’m still gonna post this for the people who still aren’t aware of her reddit accounttt
heres list of her f4f and f4m audios here :3
Same
I LOVE WOMEN
y’all. the second abby audio dropped.
i’ve already listened to it like.. THREE TIMES LAST NIGHT.
i’m literally going insane. holyyyy fuck
Modern Abby HCs
Wc... 659
Cw... none, just fluff
✿ Modern Abby who holds you through every thunderstorm. Running her fingers through your hair with one hand and rubbing your back with the other. Hushing your soft whimpers and cries when the thunder gets too loud for your liking, always telling you that she'll never let anything hurt you when she's there.
✿ Modern Abby will see something that reminds her of you and will buy it immediately. Whether it's a $5 plushie or a $500 piece of jewelry, she's picking it up the minute her eyes land on it. It's almost a daily thing for her to come home with gifts for you.
✿ Modern Abby who absolutely cannot sleep without you in her arms. It doesn't matter if she can feel your presence on the other side of the bed, or if she can hear you in the attached bathroom. She's not sleeping until her arms are wrapped tight around you. And best believe she's trailing behind you when you get up at 3 am to pee, practically holding your hand.
✿ Modern Abby tells you to dress nice but never tells you where she's taking you until you pull up to the fancy restaurant you had mentioned a few days before. And turns out she'd booked the reservation before you even knew about the restaurant because she's always looking for new places to take you.
✿ Modern Abby who's there in an instant when you need her. Dropping everything and running to you as quickly as possible. Whether it's something small, like when you need help reaching something, or something bigger, like when you simply break after a long week.
✿ Modern Abby who holds you when you cry. Letting you bury yourself in her chest while she just holds you for hours. She'll never let go, even if you're screaming, hitting her, trying to push her away because she knows what you need and when you need it.
✿ Modern Abby who fights anyone for you. The minute you come to her with tears in your eyes she's asking what happened and who did it. She doesn't care if she gets kicked out of the place, or gets strange looks from others. no one upsets her girl.
✿ Modern Abby who takes care of you when you're sick. Cooks for you and holds your hair back when you puke. Always stocked up on meds whenever you need them, telling you not to worry your pretty little head because she's there to do everything for you.
✿ Modern Abby who runs you a shower after those particularly rough days. Letting you hold onto her as she takes her time cleaning you up while leaving trails of soft kisses down your body. Always washing your hair just the way you like.
✿ Modern Abby who keeps track of your period, making sure you have everything you need a few days before it starts. Never letting you catch on to why you always have enough products and why your favorite snacks are always in the pantry when you crave them most.
✿ Modern Abby who will run out and grab anything you want. Snacks? Done. Out of your favorite drink? She's off to get it. Takeout? She's already placed the order. Never leaves you wanting anything. If you want it, it's yours.
✿ Modern Abby who's making and taking you to all those appointments you're so nervous about. Holding your hand the whole time and playing your favorite music on the way there to distract you.
✿ Modern Abby who doesn't let you drive yourself anywhere. You're her passenger princess. Girls night? She's dropping you off and picking you up. You don't even remember the last time you drove your own car.
✿ Modern Abby who keeps an eye on you at all times when you're out. She trusts you to no end but always keeps an eye out for the creeps who try to approach you. It's almost scary how quickly she shows up behind you.
Y/n: “I’m 70% awesome, 80% cool and 50% badass”
Levi: “that’s 200%?”
Y/n: “that’s right, because I’m twice the person you’ll ever be..”
Levi: “….”
Y/n: “mentally and physically ya short fuck-“
i NEED an 800k word fanfiction of reader finding abby and lev after santa barbara and patching both of them up and abby and lev healing after whatever hell they experienced there and just learning to live a somewhat normal and maybe even a quiet life in a house somewhere like ellie and dina I NEED IT !!!!!!
my babies deserve a happy ending and it was not given to us !!!!!!!!
The first Photo I- djskkdkdkdkdkd omg she is so hot vdgdfj
Abby in the rain
💧💧💧
Y’all better be drinking your water!
Reblog to remind a bitch to stay hydrated.
a few reminders because i’m tired and angry
fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism
adult women aren’t inherently creepy for being in fandom and having hobbies apart from raising babies and doing taxes
the vast majority of people pushing back against the worrying trend of instigating harassment over fictional characters and relationships aren’t incest supporters or pedophiles, actually
liking a m/f ship doesn’t make someone a dirty heterosexual invading your space
preferring gay ships doesn’t make you ‘’woke’’ and good
no one owes you a disclaimer that they are a good person who recognizes that their favorite fictional villain’s actions are evil and that they don’t condone those actions irl
liking a fictional villain is in no way comparable to advocating abuse/murder/genocide/etc and you’re a fucking idiot if you believe that
just because a woman is attracted to a fictional villain doesn’t mean she’s promoting toxic relationships or going to end up in a toxic relationship. assuming women can’t tell fiction and reality apart stinks of internalized misogyny
some rando’s a/b/o fanfics have none of the level of influence that popular tv shows and movies spreading propaganda have
no one owes you a detailed description of their traumas and mental health problems
abusive relationships are not the same as enemies to lovers ships
y’all need to chill the fuck out over people, relationships, actions and events that don’t actually exist and learn how to enjoy and discuss them like normal people
fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism
feel free to add more