Headcannons: Milf!abby Anderson X Reader (part 3)

house wife reader x mean ellie 👀 ellie works long hours on the weekdays and takes out all of her anger on her docile wife who cooks all her meals, does all of her laundry, cleans the entire house, and make sure ellie’s satisfied 24/7.

Satisfied - (ellie williams x housewife reader)

hi anon! mean ellie? hell yeah. I hope you don't mind, but I added my own twist. I hope you enjoy <3

Pairing: mean ellie x housewife fem!reader

requests are open, feel free to leave one!

HUGE warnings: toxic relationships, murder, gore, violence

Summary: in which you were the perfect housewife

authors note: I'm literally trying to empty out my request inbox, so be ready because there's a bunch of fics coming your way!

"so when last have you seen her?" The police officer asked as he sat across you.

"well she went out yesterday and she never came back"

you saw him look at you and Ellie's house as he was taking notes.

"Any arguments?"

"No"

once again you saw the pen write something on some paper. You wanted to know what exactly he was writing about.

What was talking him so long? You wanted him to fucking leave.

"Thank you for answering these questions, we'll call if we need anything else" the officer said as he stood up.

"Thank you for your hard work! Do I need to walk you out?" You asked with smile

"no, I'll show myself out" was all he said as he walked towards the front door.

As soon as he was out of sight you got up and ran to window to check if he was gone. You watched his car pull out the driveway, and you let out a sigh of relief.

fucking finally.

You ran to you and Ellie's shared room, and between heavy breathes you said "she almost caught us baby".

You walked towards the bed, where Ellie's decomposing body lay. Flies circled her body, her skin was pale and cold to the touch.

You put some of her hair behind her ear "it's ok now, they'll never catch us" you whispered

You loved Ellie. And you would anything for you. Anything including quitting your job and becoming her housewife.

In the beginning you hated it, staying home, cooking, cleaning. But when Ellie praised you, you fucking loved it.

And soon after you became the stereotypical housewife. Cute outfits, aprons that matched whatever you wore. You always woke up before her, to prepare her favorite breakfast. You cooked her dinner.

You fucking did everything.

The two of you were happy. Until Ellie got a promotion. She got more work, the pressure was getting worse for the poor girl.

Ellie came home late and most nights she barley even slept. You tried supporting your wife as best you could. You tried cleaning the house before she came come. You did all her laundry, you even chose her outfits most days.

But it was never enough for her.

One night you cooked Ellie's favorite meal. A prideful smile was on your lips as you put the plate in front of her.

This would cheer her up. You knew it would.

Ellie glanced down at the plate, and she looked back at you. The dark circles under her eyes looked even darker than they did yesterday.

"You are so fucking pathetic" she started.

"I work all fucking day to come to this shit? And look, this table is dusty" she added.

Ellie got up from where she was sitting and she threw the plate filled with food onto the floor. "You have cleaning to do, and don't fucking serve this shit again" she walked out of the dining room and you sat there mouth agape.

This was the first time she's ever said anything like that to you. You sobbed in the kitchen that night. You felt sick to your stomach.

Everything you did was for Ellie and for the first time she wasn't satisfied with you.

Your main mission in life became to serve. To serve her. But what do you do when the one you did everything for, wasn't satisfied?

The next morning you woke up bright and early, and you cooked Ellie a widespread of breakfast. Fruit salad, bacon, eggs pancakes and so much more decorated the table.

You heard the bedroom door open and you saw her walk out, she glanced at the table

"I'm not hungry" was all she said and she walked out the front door.

You were shattered.

Since that day everything you did was wrong.

You couldn't clean right.

Her fingers ran along the cupboard, and she looked at you with a frown.

"Can you not clean right? Should i get a maid? Because you cant do shit"

you couldn't do the laundry right.

you stood in the doorway watching Ellie fit on her suit. She looked herself in the mirror before she made eye contact with you.

"It's still wrinkled and there's a stain" she pointed out.

"fix it" was all she said before she threw the clothes on the floor.

You couldn't even cook right.

Ellie only had one spoon of her food before she pushed her plate to the side

"what's wrong?" you asked

"this is disgusting"

it hurts. Every insult Ellie hurled at you hurt.

You knew she was stressed but it didn't give her the right to take her stress out on you.

One night you tried talking to Ellie. But she didn't want to. She didn't have energy for this.

"Don't you have a house to clean? Oh wait you can't even do that right" she said through a chuckle.

You snapped.

You let out a scream as you grabbed the lamp on your side of the bed. You jumped onto the bed, and you shit her over and over again.

"I"

*hit

"am"

*hit

"the perfect"

*hit

"housewife" you yelled.

Blood littered the walls, and your hands. Heavy breathes left your mouth as you looked at the scene.

"Oh Ellie I'm sorry! This room is filthy! I'll clean it"

you scrubbed the walls, you changed the bedding and you gave her a bath.

Everything was back to normal. It was all clean.

You looked at her decomposing body. She looked peaceful and she wasn't being mean anymore.

This was the girl you fell in love with.

You gave her a kiss on the forehead before you muttered "its time for breakfast" and you left the room to start making your girl breakfast.

You weren't sure how long you were going to get away with this, but for the time being you were happy.

She was better dead anyway.

Hi girlie was wondering if you could do your interpretation of “latch” Sam smith and disclosure ☯️

Latch - ellie williams x reader

Hi poookieeee!!! tbh i had two ideas for this. A lovey dovey one or a angsty one, i decided to go with the angst one!! lmk if you want the other one. I hope you enjoy this:)

This story is based off the song latch by Disclosure & Sam Smith. If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

Warning: Dark themes, emotional manipulation, obsession, trauma bonding, blood/violence, toxic dynamics

Summary: in which you were trapped

authors note hey:)

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“Now I got you in my space

I won’t let go of you.”

You weren’t supposed to meet her.

You were just passing through. One night, shelter from the rain, a hot meal traded for clean bullets. Then you saw her—

tattooed arm, flannel rolled to the elbows, eyes sharp like she was built of steel and sorrow.

She didn’t say much that first night. But she watched you.

And you watched her back.

People in the commune whispered about Ellie Williams. About what she’d done. Something about vengeance. Something about blood. But no one dared speak it aloud.

Except you.

You weren’t scared of her. You were intrigued. You thought you could handle it.

Oh, how wrong you were....

Somehow, it became a routine.

She'd show up at your cabin. Late. Unannounced. She never knocked.

Sometimes she came with a cut on her lip. Dirt on her hands. Sometimes she didn’t say a word—just grabbed you by the collar and kissed you like she was trying to fuse your bones together.

It was thrilling. Addictive.

You never asked where she went. You didn’t want to know. Because deep down, you liked it.

The chaos. The danger.

The way she latched onto you like you were the only thing left in the world keeping her human.

And you let her.

One night, she doesn’t come home. You wait. You pace. You ask around. Then—someone finds her.

Covered in blood. Breathing, barely. A man dead beside her with his throat slashed.

She won’t say what happened. But something in her eyes is... off. Hollow.

You nurse her back to health. She never thanks you. But she doesn’t leave, either. That night, she holds you tighter than she ever has. You wake up unable to breathe.

And that’s when the dreams start.

Blood. Wolves. Her face but twisted. Smiling.

You should've been scared. But you latched onto her.

You find a journal in Ellie’s bag. You know you shouldn’t look. But you do.

Inside: drawings. Of you. Over and over.

Sometimes smiling. Sometimes sleeping. Sometimes... injured.

One page stops your heart.

It's you, lying dead. Ellie crying beside your body.

A note scribbled beneath: “If I lose her, I lose everything.”

You shut the book. Pretend you didn’t see.

But something shifts after that.

You start to feel it—how tightly she watches you, how she tenses when you talk to others, how she clutches your wrist, not your hand.

This isn’t love.

It’s possession and you were stuck.

You try to leave one night as she slept peacefully.

She catches you before you reach the gate.

"Where are you going?" Her voice is low. Calm. Terrifying.

"Ellie... I can't breathe anymore."

She steps closer.

“You said I made you feel safe.”

"You did. But now it feels like a cage."

Something flickers behind her eyes. And she smiles.

“Then I guess I have to make the cage prettier.”

She gently took your hand, and she took you back inside. You were trapped. She could've put you into a cage and you would've preferred that.

One night, you manage it. You drug her water. You run.

You make it to the riverbank. Steal a boat. You're free.

Or so you thought...

Until someone jumps from the shadows—

a blade to your neck.

But it’s not Ellie.

It’s Dina. Bruised and alive.

“Get away from her,” Dina spoke with a voice filled with sympathy. “She’ll never let you go.”

Your mind spins. “But—she said you were gone—”

“She wanted you to think that.” Dina starts as she slowly brings the blade away from your neck.

"You need to get away"

Ellie appears behind her. Calm. Smiling.

"You were never meant to find each other," Ellie says. Both you and Dinas head snaps into the direction of her voice. You felt your body go cold. Dina's eyes widen with fear.

You can't even recall what happened next. All you remember was the sound of gunshots. It was all a blur.

Dina shoots first.

Ellie dodges.

You grab the gun and fire—

Ellie collapses.

You don’t breathe until her eyes close.

You watched Ellie- the women who has been tormenting you for the last few months bleed to death on the ground before you.

You hear Dina talking. You don't even know what she's saying, the only sound you could hear was the ringing in your ears.

Months went by and you live with Dina now. The two of you don’t talk about Ellie.

You don’t talk about how you sometimes wake up reaching for her.

You don’t talk about how, sometimes, you still hear her voice.

And you definitely don’t talk about the page in her journal you kept.

The one that wasn’t of you dead. The one where she drew herself, alone.

Underneath, it read: “If I let go, I lose her.”

If she scared you so much, why are you still latching onto her?

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Scream for me- Part 2 (ellie williams x reader)

This is part 2 of a 3 part series! Part 3 will be released soon :)

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are always open feel free to leave one!

warnings: HUGE warning for this one: mentions of gore, violence, detailed torture, murder, obsession

summary: In which not killing the pretty girl was the best mistake of her life

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“Who are you?” she whispered fear evident in her eyes

Ellie had 2 options. One she could kill you. Two she could lie to you. Killing you wasnt an option. It never will be, now that she heard your voice she knew she was fucked. So she lied

“Ellie” she said her name simply

“Hi Ellie” you muttered softly, your guard still up. You were hesitant, but who wouldn’t be when there was a strange woman in your house.

“Why are you here?”

The room was tense. What was she supposed to say? Hey I break into your house daily to watch you sleep. No. That would scare you away. Ellie needed you. She needed to know your name.

“I was out” she started “didn’t realize it was time for the curfew”

“So you broke into someone’s house because you were scared of getting killed?”

“Yes”

“Well you should go through the front door next time” you chuckled “you scared me”

“I scared you?” that was the last thing Ellie wanted. She wanted you to feel safe by her. Comforted. She doesn’t care if the whole fucking world was scared of her, as long as you weren’t.

“Yes, god knows you could be Ghostface” You said with a laugh

Oh if only you knew

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You were nice to Ellie. You let her stay the night. You gave her soup. You even offered her to take your bed. God she was falling for you.  Apart from Joel there were rarely people that treated Ellie with respect. With kindness. She was a woman, a lesbian, and for some reason people saw this as a reason to treat her like shit. You being nice to her is breathe of fresh air. 

That’s why she loved being Ghostface. People feared her. People treated her with respect. They begged for her to stop. She loves being so powerful. And just being Ellie isn’t enough for her.

What happens if it was someone else that broke into your house? What happens if they harmed you? Who else do you treat this way? How could you be so polite to someone who broke into your house?

“What’s your name?” Ellie asked.

You said your name and Ellie repeated it a couple of time. A pretty name for a pretty girl.

She left the next morning and the weeks to come Ellie’s obsession grew more violent. More intense. She breaks into your house multiple times a day she steals things only to return them that same day, she needed you. She wanted to be in your presence. In Ellie’s mind you were already hers.

“Fuck” she moaned as the blade pierced her skin. She watched as the blood dripped onto the floor, your name freshly carved onto her pale skin.

“That’s it” she breathed as she watched the blood drip down her arm. “Gonna make you bleed for me” she whispered

“You’re going to fucking scream for me”

The wound healed. Your name now permanently carved into her skin. The polaroid she still has of you in her pocket.

Ellie killed every blonde in sight.  They reminded her of that girl, in the picture with you. It made her stomach turn in discomfort, she could vomit at the thought.

The girl who’s name she learned was Abby. Abby Anderson. A girl who lives in a different state that fly’s out once every four months to see you. (She found this information by listening to your conversations as she hid under your bed) This made Ellie mad. Saying she was mad was an understatement.

Ellie had to stop her. Better yet kill Abby. If Abby was gone Ellie could swoop in and comport you. She could make you love her. She could treat you better than Abby did.

But she had to practice. She had to get the best and most painful torture methods ready for Abby. And where else to practice than on the poor innocent residents of Jackson.

Drowning, suffocation, mutilation were all things Ellie thought of. She could throw a bottle of acid on Abby. Drown her in her own urine. Slit her abdomen open and force her to eat her organs raw. These were all things she wanted to do. But she couldn’t do it if you were home. She didn’t want to scare you.

 And she had the perfect plan.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

12 July 2034

Abby fucking Anderson was going to arrive today. Ellie felt like she was going to lose her shit. Her recent killing has gotten more violent. More brutal. She was practicing. Practicing for Abby. The people of Jackson fear Ghostface more than ever.

Her recent victim a 19-year-old girl. Hair completely cut off, a joker smile was cut onto her pretty face. Hands and feet cut of clean. Still up to this day no one knew where those body parts were.

She had to get her execution for Abby just right. Ellie watched secretly as you got more and more excited to meet up with your longtime friend. The nights she hid in your closet listening to your conversations with Abby made her sick.

Why didn’t you talk to her that way?

She decided the best thing would be to drug both of you. Abby would be drowsy and easier to attack, and you would fall asleep. This was a win-win situation for her. All the snacks you bought for you and Abby to share, she drugged it. She made sure to add more to your favorite snacks, so that you can hopefully sleep through the whole thing.

 She needed Abby to be awake. She needed her to see, to feel what will happen to her when she talks to someone that doesn’t belong to her.

Abby arrived and Ellie hid in the bathroom, listening to your squeals as you probably hugged the girl, the alarm sounded soon after indicating that everyone was already inside for lockdown. She waited. She did.

She listened to you laugh, to the two of you gossip, she heard it all. If she didn’t care for you as much as she did, she would’ve got up and killed aby right there and then.

 The house went silent after 3 hours not like she was counting or anything (she was). She lifts up the sleeve of her black hoodie and she kissed the scar of your name.

 “This is all for you baby” she spoke softly as she put on the mask and walked out the bathroom. The first place she went was the bedroom. And there she saw you as you lay quietly. And she went to close the door, hoping the drug worked. And she was off. Off the find Abby.

There the blonde stood in the kitchen, looking for something in the fridge, her words slurring: “where the fuck do- you do you k-keep the juice” she heard her say.

“Right here” Ellie said, the blonde turned around eyes wide not recognizing the voice.

“Who the fuck-“  but before she could even finish that sentence Ellie picked grabbed the bat she hid close by and hit Abby across the face with it. The blonde immediately fell to the ground.

“Night night you filthy bitch” Ellie whispered

Ellie moved quickly. Abby was bigger than her, she looked stronger. She could overpower her in no time. Ellie had to get her tied up, and quick.

Grabbing a rope and a pair of fluffy socks she stole from your room, she tied Abby up and gaged her, making sure the socks were stuffed down far enough, so whatever noise Abby would make would be muffled. She grabbed a pot of boiling water, throwing it on Abby and that that woke her up immediately.

Abby let out a mulled scream, eyes wide, face red and burning. Ellie laughed at the sight. She removed her mask: “look at me” Ellie demanded.

And Abby did. With tears in her eyes.

“You need to stay out of people’s relationships” an and just like that Ellie pulled out a bat with nails on, Abby’s eyes widened, another muffled scream left her mouth. Once again Ellie chuckled.

“She can’t hear you” Ellie said with a cocky grin, and with that she brought the bat down onto Abby’s left thigh. She watched as the nails sunk into the soft flesh and she laughed. Ellie was fucking enjoying it.

“Not so strong now are we” Ellie smiled as she brought up the bat to hit Abby in the shoulder. The scene was sinister, bloody. Satanic.

“15” Ellie said as she looked at bloody and bruised Abby.

“I hit you 15 times” she said in a song like voice. “I’m bored of this now” and with that she threw away the bat and pulled out a bottle of honey.

 “I saw this in a movie once” Ellie whispered to Abby as she threw the honey all over Abbys wounds. “Thought you might be the perfect person to test this on”, and she bent down to pull out a jar of ants. Abby let out a strangled noise as the ants started to eat at her wounds. Her head thrown back. Ellie grabbed herself a bag of popcorn and just watched. Abby was suffering. Just as she should.

As Ellie laughed and as Abby cried, no one heard a pair of footsteps coming. And before Ellie could even register what was going on, she saw Abby looking at something behind her.

“Abby?” the voice said

No. No. fuck her girl wasn’t supposed to see this.

Did the drugs wear off? Why were you here?  Was she too noisy?

Ellie slowly turned around seeing you holding onto the door frame, extremely pale. You looked like you were high.

 “Ellie” you breathed

Ellie got up and walked towards you: “baby this isn’t what it looks like”

 “no get away” you said weakly. You felt dizzy. Drunk. Your vision was blurry. As you tried moving away you fell to the ground clearly still drugged. And Ellie practically ran to you.

“It’s ok pretty girl I’ve got you”

“No” you whispered “get away from- “before you could even finish your sentence you passed out again. Abby let out another scream.

What the fuck was Ellie going to do?

part 3

Authors note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, the last part is definitely going to be interesting remember you are loved and to always be kind

Yours truly,

Zia :)

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Headcannons: dad's best friend!abby anderson x reader

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☆ Abby is your dad’s closest friend, someone who’s always been around but never really close to you. You were just the kid in the background—until one day, you weren’t.

☆ She saw it change in real time. You grew up. You started speaking with confidence, dressing differently, looking her in the eye. And it scared the hell out of her.

☆ She resisted—tried to ignore the way your laugh lingered in her mind or the way you’d look at her like you knew. But she couldn’t stop noticing you.

☆ The first time it happened, it was a mistake. A late-night conversation on the porch after your dad went to bed. A shared bottle of whiskey. A too-long stare. Your hand brushing hers.

☆ She kissed you. Hard. Desperate. She pulled away like she'd been burned, pacing, swearing under her breath, apologizing.

☆ You told her you wanted it. She told you it couldn’t happen again. It did.

☆ She never stays the night. Never kisses you in the daylight. Never looks at you for too long in public.

☆ You sneak around like it’s life or death. Quick meetups. Locked doors. Lies stacked on lies. Sometimes it makes you sick with adrenaline. Sometimes it makes you cry.

☆ Abby keeps trying to end it—but she always comes back. She’s addicted to you, even if she won’t admit it.

☆ Abby is riddled with guilt. You’re too young. You’re your father's daughter. She’s betraying someone who trusts her with his life. But she wants you—needs you—in a way that’s primal.

☆ She hates herself for it, but you’re the only one who sees her vulnerability. When she’s with you, she lets the walls fall.

☆ You hate the hiding. Hate pretending like she’s just your dad’s friend when she’s the one who’s memorized the way your body moves and how you like your coffee.

☆ She’s older, bigger, more experienced—and sometimes, she uses that. When you’re bratty or push her buttons, she’ll pin you against a wall, palm flat beside your head, whispering, “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

☆ But you’re not powerless. You know how to get to her. How to sit in her lap like it’s innocent. How to call her “Miss Anderson” in a mocking tone just to watch her unravel.

☆ Every moment between you is coiled like a spring—either about to snap into intimacy or explode in a fight.

☆ She hates seeing you with people your age. If you flirt with someone at a party, she corners you in the hallway with fire in her eyes: “You really want to play that game, sweetheart?”

☆ She doesn’t call you hers, but she touches you like you are. Marks you where no one can see. Leaves bruises on your hips and hickeys on your inner thighs like she’s branding you.

☆ When someone else starts showing interest in you, she snaps. Shows up at your apartment. Kisses you like punishment.

☆ Every sound in the hallway makes you freeze when you're together. Every time your dad mentions Abby, your stomach flips.

☆ One close call nearly ends everything—your dad comes home early while she’s still there. You hide in your room, half-dressed, while she plays it cool like she hasn’t just kissed you breathless.

☆ After that, she disappears for days. No calls. No texts. Then she shows up in the middle of the night, eyes red, whispering “I can’t stay away.”

☆ There’s something sacred in the way she holds you in silence. Like you’re the only thing keeping her sane. The way she lets you trace the scars on her back. The way she murmurs your name like a confession.

☆ Sometimes she sneaks into your bed and stays until dawn, just holding you. You wake up to her running her fingers through your hair like she’s memorizing the way you breathe.

☆ She never says "I love you" out loud. But you hear it in the way she says your name. In the way she lingers after kissing you goodbye, her hand hesitating at the doorknob.

☆ The secrecy starts to eat at you. You want her in the open. You want her to fight for you. But she’s scared—scared of destroying your family, of losing everything.

☆ You fight. She pushes you away. You think it’s over. But then she shows up at your door during a storm, soaked, shaking, whispering, “I’d rather burn for this than live without you.”

☆ That night, you realize she loves you—but she doesn’t know how to love you in the light.

☆ There are only two options: get caught… or leave.

☆ Abby starts talking about running away. Not in a romantic way—more like survival. “If he finds out, it’s over for me. For us. I’d lose you both.”

☆ You tell her you’d follow her. She tells you not to say things like that if you don’t mean them.

☆ By day, she’s the picture of loyalty: dependable, trustworthy Abby Anderson—the friend your dad relies on, the one who helps fix the roof and grills on weekends like she’s part of the family.

☆ But by night? She’s slipping into your room when no one’s watching. Holding you like she’s starved. Kissing you like she’s trying to press her soul into your mouth.

☆ She hates the mirror lately. Hates seeing herself knowing what she’s doing. But the only time she doesn’t feel like a monster is when she’s buried in your arms.

☆ She cooks for you in secret. Not well, but she tries—burnt grilled cheese, bland pasta. You eat it anyway, legs wrapped around her hips at the kitchen counter.

☆ She keeps a drawer of your things in her apartment: a sweater, a scrunchie, a book you left behind. She told herself it was just until you took them back—but she likes seeing pieces of you there.

☆ You steal a pair of her dog tags. Wear them under your clothes like a talisman. She notices, and that night, she makes you wear nothing but them.

☆ You have a code phrase—“Are you free to talk?”—that means “I need you. Now.”

☆ You meet in quiet places: her truck parked on the cliffside at night, an old garage your dad doesn’t use, hotel rooms under fake names. Every touch is frantic. Every goodbye, heartbreaking.

☆ After every time, she tells you it’s the last. She never means it. You both pretend like the next time won’t happen, even though it always does.

☆ She hid her jealousy well—until she doesn’t. If someone else touches you, even innocently, she goes cold. Her voice sharpens. Her eyes darken. Later, she drags you into a quiet room and kisses you like she owns you.

“No one else gets to see you like this.”

“You shouldn’t be showing yourself to anyone but me.”

☆ It’s twisted, and it turns you on. But it scares her. She’s never felt this out of control before, and it makes her want to run—or hold on tighter.

☆ After she touches you, there’s always a pause. A moment of silence where she looks at you like she’s doing something unforgivable. Like she’s already lost you.

☆ Sometimes she sits at the edge of the bed, head in her hands. “I shouldn’t want this,” she whispers. “I shouldn’t want you.”

You crawl into her lap, cup her face, and say, “Then don’t make me beg.”

And that’s all it takes—her restraint shatters.

☆ She knows every inch of you—where to touch, where you’re ticklish, what makes you melt. But it’s not just sex. It’s the way her hands tremble when she unzips your hoodie. The way her breath catches when you say her name like a secret.

Her voice drops when she’s turned on. Low, rough, almost pleading.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Tell me you’re mine. Even if it’s just here.”

☆ She can’t be soft in public, so she’s overwhelmingly soft in private. She holds you like a secret she’ll die to keep. Kisses your forehead. Tells you she dreams of a version of the world where this isn’t wrong.

☆ You want more. You start slipping up. Touching her shoulder when your dad’s in the room. Smiling at her too long. She panics when you get bold.

“You’re going to ruin this,” she hisses one day when you almost kiss her goodbye. “Someone will find out.”

“Then let them,” you challenge.

She grabs your wrist. “Don’t ever say that again.”

☆ It starts to hurt—loving someone in the shadows. The secrets eat at you. You wonder if she’ll ever really choose you.

☆ You tell her: “I want a life with you. I want to hold your hand in public. I want people to know you’re mine.”

☆ Abby’s voice breaks. “I want that too. But I want your dad to look me in the eye without seeing betrayal. I want to deserve you first.”

☆ A near-discovery shakes everything. Maybe someone sees you leaving her place at dawn. Maybe your dad borrows her phone and sees your contact.

☆ Abby freaks out. Cuts contact. Says it’s over. You cry. She watches from a distance, agonizing over it.

☆ Then, weeks later—she shows up at your door again. Hands shaking. Heart bare. “I tried. I can’t stop. I need you.”

☆ She finally asks you to leave with her. No more hiding. No more pretending.

“Let’s go somewhere no one knows us. I’ll build us a life. Just say the word.”

pls make reader and milf!abby have a baby together 😭😭😭

Baby - part 1/3 (Milf!Abby x reader)

This is going to be a 3 part series! Part 2 will be released soon:)

Milf abby: Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

baby series: part 1 part 2 part 3

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☆ Milf Abby who was happy with the life the two of you were already living but something was missing.

☆Milf Abby who always thought you were good with kids

☆ Milf Abby who never really thought about having another kid until she married you.

☆ Milf Abby who thinks about it a little too much, if she has to be honest

☆ Milf Abby who never brought up the conversation of having another baby even though you were hinting at having another kid.

"Abby isn’t this cute" you said with a pout as you handed her a onesie you bought for Mel's baby shower.

"Abby look" you pointed at Aubrey playing with one of your collogues newborn baby: "she’d be such a good big sister"

☆ Milf Abby who would only nod or smile at whatever you had to say involving babies because she was terrified.

☆ Milf Abby who was asked about when the two of you were gonna have a baby.

"So..." Nora started

"yeah?" the blonde looked at her with a raised eyebrow

"when are you and your girl gonna have a baby?"

suddenly Abby's body went cold, she could hear her heart beating out of her chest and she silently stared at Nora with wide eyes.

"We um-"

"Abby having another baby?"

They heard a voice talk from behind them. Both of the girls heads snapped into the direction of the voice and there stood Mel, still heavily pregnant.

"When you have a kid you should be able to play with them, and to run around- don’t you think you passed that stage already? Don’t you have back pain or something?"

"Mel" Nora said sternly.

"no Nora she has to hear the truth" Mel replied.

Abby met the eyes of the brunette and Mel gave her a sympathetic smile: "by the time your baby is ten you'd almost be sixty, you'd be her grandma Abby"

☆ Milf Abby who agreed with Mel.

☆ Milf Abby who avoided you for a few days because she felt like she was keeping you back in life.

"Can you shut the fuck up" she said with a frustrated sigh.

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow. You knew there was something wrong due to her distant behavior recently. You thought she was stressed, tired maybe.

“Abby I just asked if you wanted something to eat”

Abby looked at you with a blank facial expression, before she looked down to the floor, brining her head into her hands.

You walked towards her putting your hand on her shoulder “talk to me abs”

you felt her muscles tense underneath your touch “c’mon Abby you can tell me anything”

she finally looked up from her hands, and she made brief eye contact with you before she looked away once again

“I-“

“spit it out”

“I don’t think we should have a baby”

“what?”

“listen baby” she started, and she gently took your hands into hers as she saw your eyes fill with tears

“I did some thinking, and I don’t think we should have a baby because I’m happy just with you and Aubrey. Don’t you think another baby will complicate our life?”

You stared at her in shock, how could she not tell you about this earlier?

“Abby you knew. You fucking knew I wanted to have kids, and you said you wanted the same. Now you want to change your mind?”

“Can I not change my mind?”

“You have every right to, but you know how I felt about having kids. You know that I've always wanted to be a mom"

She knew that. She knew all of this.

“aren’t you already a mom to Aubrey? Are you saying my daughter isn't good enough?”

“I did not fucking say that and you know that”

“but you meant it”

“fuck you” was all you said as you got up and walked towards the room the two of you shared.

She doesn’t know why she said that.

God Abby fucking knows what she said was wrong. It's not that she doesn’t want to have kids, its just she knew Mel had a point. She would be in her sixties by the time your baby would be done with high school.

Maybe she was too old after all.

☆ Milf Abby who had to listen to you sob throughout the night.

☆ Milf Abby who tried talking to you the next morning.

Abby let out a groan as she heard Aubrey giggle. She brought her hands up to her eyes as she opened them.

The light has always been bright in the living, but jesus she didn’t know they were this fucking bright.

Abby winched as she sat up from the couch, her limbs felt like they were burning. Her eyes fell on you and Aubrey. The two of you were eating and smiling, and as she took in the scene and she knew it was fucked up of her to say what she said yesterday.

Abby got up, still feeling stiff but she made her way towards the two people who she loved the most.

Aubrey gave her a bug smile and muttered a quick "good morning mommy" before she ran to her room. She smiled at her daughters before she focused her attention towards you.

You didn't even look at her.

She felt sick to her stomach.

“I left some eggs for you” was all you said before you walked out the kitchen.

Abby really fucked up.

☆ Milf Abby who tried getting your attention all week but you ignored her.

☆ Milf Abby who tried talking to you but all you replied with was “I don’t want to talk”

☆ Milf Abby who finally had enough and she decided that she should tell you what actually happened.

☆ Milf Abby who showed up to your classroom once again.

The room was empty and you stood with your back facing away from the door. Abby quietly walked towards you.

“hi”

she watched as your body jerked “jesus Abby I told you that you should start knocking” you said out of breath.

"Sorry" she mumbled

"can we talk?" she watched you facial expression turn cold.

“sure”

“thank you”

The room was filled a awkward silence, it was tense and it felt suffocating.

“talk Abby, I have things to do”

“I'm sorry”

“is sorry all you can fucking say?”

Abby wanted to bang her head against a wall.

“I want to have a baby with you”

“aw you changed your mind? What happened? Did I force you Abby? Are you sure you want this Abby? Oh wait! I don’t think I want to be a mom anymore, since you said that I m practically going to replace Aubrey. Oops let me-"

"it was Mel"

"what did Mel do?"

And the truth came out. Abby told you everything she said, how I made her feel.

You gave her a sympathetic smile before you spoke again: "You need to stop letting people tell you you're too old Abby. You keep losing opportunities, you keep giving yup your dreams, as soon as someone says something. You need to learn that you should stop listing to what others have to say about your age"

“I know but its hard” Abby muttered.

You got up and you walked towards her and you pulled her into a tight up “I know, but we’ll work though it. I’ll help you with whatever and if you don’t want to have a baby its ok-"

"no no I want to have a baby. I want to have one with you"

a smile spread onto your face.

"can we have a baby?" Abby asked.

"if you start working on your self confidence and you stop listing to what bitches have to say about you I will then we can have a baby"

"yes ma'am, i'll do whatever you say"

"one more thing Abby"

"yeah?"

"Don't ever talk to me in that way again. What you said really hurt my feelings, and i understand you were hurting too but it didn't give you the right to talk to me in that way. I love Aubrey more than anything so don't say that again"

"I'm so sorry baby i really am, i there anything i can do to make it up to you?"

"You can start by getting me chocolate milk"

☆ Milf Abby who made it up to you by apologizing over a million times, and by doing every single thing you said.

☆ Milf Abby who immediately started looking for doctors and baby names.

☆ Milf Abby who blocked Mel because fuck her and her fucking opinions.

☆ Milf Abby who did started working on her self confidence and she immediately felt better about everything.

☆ Milf Abby who was excited to have a baby with you.

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Can you do smt for abby with the song new magic wand by Tyler the creator?

I love her puppy eyes and muscles so much 🥺

Also, i love obsessive women so

New Magic Wand - abby anderson x reader

hi anon!! fictional obsessive women are so hot ughhhhhhhh. i hope you enjoy:) also abby in this pic??? i love her.

this story is based off the song new magic wand by tyler the creator. If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts:)

Warnings: dark themes, obsession, violence, psychological tension

Summary: Abby has never been good at letting things go. And she sure as hell isn't letting go of you.

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You met Abby during a supply run in Jackson. Just two soldiers assigned to the same patrol, nothing special. But there was something about you—your laugh, maybe. The way you didn’t flinch when she barked orders. The way you looked at the world like it hadn’t completely fallen apart.

That was two months ago.

Now, she watches you from the shadows.

She doesn’t mean to. At first, it was casual. Coincidental. A walk past the stables. Lingering near the training yard. Asking around. But then she saw you with someone else. That girl—Mia, from the medbay. Too close. Touching your wrist. Whispering.

Abby’s jaw locked so tight her molars ached.

She waited. Quiet. Calculating.

She told herself you weren’t hers. But that wasn’t true. Not really.

You were hers. You just didn’t know it yet.

“She’s gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand.”

You started noticing strange things.

Your door left slightly ajar when you knew you closed it. The sweater you thought you lost suddenly reappearing on your cot. A shadow behind you in the glass of the dining hall. At first, you brushed it off. The world was full of paranoia and trauma—maybe it was just stress.

Then Mia disappeared.

She never showed up to her shift. Her bunk was untouched. No note. No signs of struggle.

You asked questions. Abby watched you from across the rec room as you begged the search party to look further. No one had the energy to care. People disappeared sometimes.

But Abby cared.

Abby had taken care of the problem.

She didn't use a "magic wand"—just her hands. Just enough pressure. She didn’t scream. Abby was proud of that. No mess. No loose ends.

She thought you'd notice her now. You didn’t.

You started pulling away. Spending more time alone. Your smile—her favorite thing about you—began to dim. She hated that. Hated that you didn’t know she was trying to protect you.

Abby tried to get closer. Leaving you small things. A can of your favorite peaches. A leather glove you mentioned needing. You thanked her, politely.

But not the way she wanted.

“I need to get her out the picture, she’s really fucking up my frame.”

Abby started dreaming about you. In those dreams, you kissed her like you meant it. You let her hold you. You begged her to stay. Woke up to soaked sheets and a clenched jaw.

Reality was uglier. You barely looked at her now. You were scared—she could see it in your eyes. That made her blood boil and her stomach twist.

It was that fucking patrol leader next.

Sergio.

Too friendly. Too smug. Too willing to walk next to you, show you how to hold a better grip on your rifle.

Abby followed him. Took his knee out behind the stables. Broke his arm and left him in the snow. Said she found him that way.

It wasn’t about jealousy, she told herself. It was about clarity. You and her—there was no room for anyone else in the picture.

They were ruining the shot. The life she could see so clearly with you.

She’d fix it.

“I wanna be found, passenger in your car.”

You knew it by the fourth disappearance. This wasn’t just coincidence. Someone was doing this.

Someone was doing this for you.

That’s when you found the journal.

Hidden under the floorboard in the old stables. Pages and pages of your name. Drawings of your face. A lock of your hair taped to the corner of a page. Abby’s messy handwriting scrawled beneath every entry:

“I saw her smile today. I think she smiled at me.”

“She wore her green coat. It suits her. She looked cold—I should bring her another.”

“She looked at her again. I want to rip her throat out.”

“She's mine. She just doesn't understand yet.”

Your breath caught. She was watching you. All this time.

“You got a new friend, it hurts. I’ll make you one, I’ll make you one.”

You confronted her. Cornered her in the greenhouse, where no one else went anymore.

"Abby," you said, voice trembling. "What the fuck did you do?"

She didn’t deny it. Just looked at you like she always had—like you were the sun burning through her skull.

“I protected you,” she said. “They didn’t deserve you. None of them did.”

“You killed them,” you whispered.

She stepped closer. You flinched. That hurt her—cut deep.

“I’d do it again,” Abby murmured, voice soft and low. “I’d do anything for you.”

You should’ve run. You should’ve screamed.

But something in her eyes—something fractured and sincere—rooted you in place.

She reached out, calloused fingers brushing your cheek. You didn’t move.

"You don’t have to be scared," she whispered. "I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want you to see. We can be good, you and me."

And despite everything—the deaths, the obsession, the blood on her hands—your heart stuttered.

Because some broken, desperate part of you wanted to believe her.

Wanted to believe you could be loved that completely.

“Please don’t leave me now.”

Abby kept you in a cabin miles from Jackson. Safe. Stocked. Secluded. A place where no one could come between you.

She made you tea. Lit the fireplace. Spoke softly. Touched you like you were made of glass.

You tried to run once. She found you hours later, frostbitten and sobbing.

She carried you back. Wrapped you in blankets. Kissed your forehead.

“You don’t get it,” she murmured against your skin. “You’re all I have left.”

And eventually...you stopped fighting. Let her touch linger. Let her hold you at night.

You told yourself it was survival. But when she kissed you the first time, your lips parted.

Not in protest.

But in surrender.

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immmmmm going insane thinking about this 😿😿😿 loser!ellie that would randomly say to u after being staring for so long: “you’re so art deco”/ “you look like that part from Art Deco yk from lana del rey”

like out of nothing , then she would return to whatever tf she was doing🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

pookie this is so loser!ellie coded tbh

warnings: none

Ellie sat on your bed as her fingers strummed her guitar as she patiently waited for you.

Ellie sat in her own self pity because of tonight. You were going out and Ellie had to stay here. She wanted to keep you here with her but that would be selfish.

Ellie knew she was a selfish girl, especially when it came to you, but she knew you needed the break. It would only be a few hours and then you'd be home soon, in Ellie's arms.

Whatever you want you'd get. And if you wanted a night out without Ellie, you would get it.

Ellie quietly hummed when she heard the shower turn off, her eyes lingered at the door waiting for you to walk out, her fingers stilled waiting in suspense.

The opened and hot steam seeped out of the room, and you walked out in all your glory.

Your hair was still dripping, leaving water droplets wherever you walked. Your body was covered in a white towel. You looked so pretty and relaxed, and as you entered the room the scent of your body wash consumed Ellie's senses.

"Hi els" you muttered when you noticed her eyes on you.

You heard her audibly gulp, before she looked back down at her guitar and replying with a simple “hi”.

You smiled at her shyness before you walked towards your vanity. You were going out tonight, you’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks, finally getting a break from your shitty job.

You deserved tonight.

Ellie knew she was being a perv, and this was definitely creepy but how could she look away when you looked like that.

She silently watched as you did your hair, she watched as you walked around the room choosing an outfit, She watched the way the water droplets on your shoulders went dry.

She shouldn’t be staring. That’s creepy, but how could you expect her to look away when you look like that.

god you were making this hard for her.

"You look like that one Lana Del Ray song"

"huh?"

Ellie's face turned read, she felt sweaty, her heart was going to explode out of her chest.

She wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.

Fuck.

"What did you say Ellie?"

She gulped once again before shyly meeting your gaze: "you look like that one Lana Del Rey song" "Which one els?"

Ellie looked away and you walked towards her, placing your hand under her chin, forcing her to meet her gaze.

"Tell me Ellie"

god you made her feel so small

"Um art deco….. yeah you're so art deco"

a small appeared on your face as you let go of her chin.

"thank you els... you think I look that pretty to be compared to a Lana song?"

"you're the prettiest, but right now, in this moment you look like that song. You could never be compared to anything because there's nothing that describes your beauty. I will never know how to describe you, but through music... it describes like- like a glimpse of what you look like"

When Ellie eventually met your gaze, you stood there jaw dropped.

"Anyway you should continue getting ready" Ellie shrugged, before she brought her fingers back to her guitar.

How could she say something like that and just go back to playing her guitar as if nothing happened?

You slowly walked back to your vanity as you looked at her through your mirror. You heard her play the melody of art deco and a smile spread onto your face as you went back to doing your makeup.

Ellie looked up from where she was playing to look at you do your makeup.

Both of you had the same thought:

How did you get so lucky?