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ex!abby x drunk reader headcanon

content tags: ex girlfriend abby, reader calls abby while drunk, caring abby, is this considered angst?

warnings: men & minors dni!! implied sex, mentions of vomit, alcohol use.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ whom you broke no contact with on a shitty night when you decided to get stupid drunk. a night in which you had planned to be carefree, had turned to your head in a toilet at a lousy party. you fumbled with your phone, scrolling through your contacts. your mind is racing, knowing you should have restraint to not even think about her right now. but then again, it’s in your instincts to call her when your world is falling apart— although it’s been months since you have heard her voice.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ answers the phone to a slurred voice, her heart pounding, already knowing your mental state if you willingly decided to get this shitfaced drunk. she doesn’t have time to take a breath before she’s scrambling for her keys. in her ear is your muffled sobs and your whiny “i need you’s.” the word baby slips from her lips before she can coherently think on what to say to you, all she knows is that she’s already in her car.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ she stays on the phone with you the entire drive. if there’s a couple minutes of silence, she’s calling your name repeatedly, asking are you okay. abby arrives in no time, shoving past mobs of people, spotting you from behind- she could tell you apart from anyone within a mile, all she needed was a glimpse of you from any angle. the first sight of her, you notice the worry in her eyes, however your eyes are low as you try to keep them open from the pounding in your head and the churning of your stomach. you feel the light weight of a hand on your waist with her breath against your ear, “hey.. hey, i’ve got you— you’re okay,” she would stutter out the entire walk to her car. you were basically a dead weight, latching onto her shoulder, “i’m fine..” you’d mumble the whole time. abby would only give a slight huff, the one you’ve known for years, “you’re not fine, i’m gonna get you home okay?” you nod, a thank you coming out as a whisper, because despite the months apart— you still knew that when you call, abby comes.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ the ride to your house is awkward silence. besides the times that you’re gagging, desperately trying not to puke. each time you’d hurl forward, abby’s hand immediately finds your chest, gently pushing you back against the seat, as she lightly gives your thigh a slap, “don’t throw up in my fucking car— need me to pull over?” you know she doesn’t mean it harshly. abby has always had a terrible fear of vomit, and she loves her car almost as much as she loves you— well, used to love you. you can hear the panic underneath her irritation, the way her voice softens the second she asks if you need her to pull over.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ she lets out a sigh of relief when you both safely arrive to your house with her car interior clean. abby looks to you and sees you’re barely conscious, head against the window— eyes fluttering shut. “we’re here,” she says with a quiet tone. you only hum in response, abby unbuckling her seatbelt before leaning over you to undo yours. “gonna get out or am i carrying you?” your eyes shut with a smile and abby just rolls her eyes— “carrying you i guess.”

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ abby was stiff the whole walk inside. she hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to carry you— have you this close to her, and somewhere between the walk from her car to your door made her realize how much she missed you.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ who was supposed to just drive you home— should’ve just took you to your door— instantly crumbles at your muffled “please” in her chest. “please what”— she asked, her breath hitched.“please stay,”— you sounded pathetic.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ entering the door with your weight flush against her was a struggle. not because you were heavy— god knows she had thrown you around in the past— but because all of you felt too familiar. abby had spent months teaching herself how to live without you, and now her mind— her hands are filled with everything she never moved on from.

- “abby.”

- “mhm.”

- “missed you.”

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ her steps falter. “you’re drunk,” she whispered more to herself than to you. “you don’t know what you’re saying.” you only whine in response, your body clinging even closer to her— if that’s possible. your hand finds her braid, twisting it, before wrapping around her neck, leaving goosebumps down her skin. “please don’t leave me,” you whisper for the millionth time. abby swallows. “i’m not the one who left,” she blankly says to you.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ who lies you on the couch as if you’re something fragile. when she starts to move from the couch you immediately reach for her, “don’t leave”— “i’m not going anywhere.” she returns with a glass of water, holding it to your reach. “drink,” she simply states.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ who insists on getting you out of the skimpy clothing you had chose, into something more comfortable. getting you into your room wasn’t much easier than getting you from her car to the couch, but she managed. you lie on your bed, humming to yourself as abby dug through your drawers, trying to find something for you to sleep in. her lips curled as she listened to the hums and the casual things you were blurting out— god she missed your voice. “you could stay, you know.” abby pauses. “i’m staying until you’re okay.”— “no.” you smile at her, and for the first time tonight, your eyes meet. she can’t help but smile back. “i mean.. stay.” she breaks the eye contact, going back to what she initially came in your room for. she already knew exactly what you meant. “you are drunk.”— you hum, “doesn’t mean i don’t want you.” abby shuffles through the drawer, jaw tightening.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ returns with an oversized shirt and a pair of sweats, tossing them next to you on the bed. “change into that yeah? and sleep.” you stare at the clothes for a few seconds before looking up at her. “help me.” abby sighs, “you have two functioning hands.”— “but i want yours.” abby snarks at your sloppy words and the cringiest, cutest smirk to exist. “what?” you mumble. “you used to help me.” abby rolls her eyes. “yeah when you were coherent enough to understand what you’re even saying right now.”— “i know what i’m saying. i still prefer you.” abby shakes her head but grabs your arm anyway. “arms up.” you lift them, letting her pull the shirt over your head, “missed that.” abby steps back, focusing her eyes on anything but you. eventually she chooses to stare into your eyes again. her eyes would always be drawn to yours whether you had 20 layers on, or zero. “you’re drunk.”— “you keep saying that.” “because you keep forgetting.” you lean forward, grabbing her wrist and abby instantly stands back in front of you, close enough for you to smell her cologne mixed with her musk— the smell you never got tired of. “maybe i just wanted an excuse for you to undress me again.” abby’s eyes go low, staring down at you with her lip between her teeth. she didn’t know whether to laugh, sigh, or just leave. instead, she grabs your shirt, gently putting it over your head as you slip your arms through. she nods to your sweatpants, “use the bathroom and put them on— and sleep.” you grumble, “you’re no fun.”— “and you’re fucking drunk.” abby shakes her head, examining you for a moment with the smallest smile. “go to sleep.”

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ the second she stepped outside and the door clicks shut behind her, abby’s restraint she’d been holding onto all night finally starts to crack. god, she wanted you. every time she felt your touch, every slurry comment— it took everything in her not to give in. she wanted to kiss you, wanted to hold you even closer and pretend that the months without you had been a bad nightmare. but you were drunk, and she knew better. so she had to swallow every impulse— remind herself that whatever you wanted tonight, couldn’t be trusted until you were sober enough tomorrow to want it. and somehow, walking away from you tonight, felt worse than anything that’s happened since the breakup.

long distance gf!abby headcanons

content tags: clingy abby, soft abby, ldr relationship, abby loves gift giving, abby is a yearner, abby lowkey a freak

warnings: men and minors dni!! mentions of ps and nudes.

a/n: this is my first headcanon, i’m new to this so please be nice! i’m usually on here just straight yearning, reading one shots and what not but i got bored and have been wanting to try my own work.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who has to have you on ft every night. it’s so bad that she can’t sleep unless she can hear the white noise and see you asleep. she even bought you dangling lights to hang on your wall so that she can see you. and if your phone falls? she will hang up and call until she wakes you up. the nights you’re so tired that even a million phone calls won’t wake you, you’re woken up with a million texts and snaps of her sleepy teary eyes. when you apologize and ask how she slept she simply says “i didn’t.”

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who has made a consistent schedule for time with you before sleep. every night, she makes sure she calls you at least 2 hours before you both sleep. on the very few occasions that one of you is busy, the next day she is a pouty mess. she’ll call you throughout the day even if it’s just for two minutes because she misses you.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who buys matching legos for you to do together on ft. not only legos but coloring books, paintings, video games, opening blind boxes.. hell, she even has played uno with you over ft, holding your hand of cards up to her phone where only you can see them.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who loves movie nights with you. she pays attention to your favorite genre’s and will go on a deep dive about the best movies to watch. she writes them down in her notes and will ask you to pick a number 1-10 and whichever you choose is the movie for that night.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who cannot stop buying you things. at least twice a week there is a package at your door and you don’t even have to open it to know that it’s something abby has ordered you. you’re never allowed to open it until she is on ft to watch your reactions. sometimes (most times) you give her disappointed looks, scolding her to stop spending her money on you even though you know she doesn’t listen nor care as long as she knows it will make your eyes light up each time.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who along with the gift giving, has had flowers delivered to your door more times than you can count. every bouquet always has a special note included, and you immediately call her with tears staining your cheeks.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who feels that typing her feelings via text is not enough to express her love for you. she writes you hand written letters to send to you ever so often, with her tiny pretty handwriting. she even has a jar that she fills up with notes of when she’s thinking of you. she never forgets to bring it when she comes to visit.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who has bought your favorite perfume for herself. she always has it on— drenches her hoodies and bedding in it, just so she can always feel you close.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who sends you pictures of her outfits whenever she’s going out, just so you’re the first to see it. but, when they’re not pictures of her outfits, it’s usually pictures of her fresh out of the gym— or out of the shower— or just random nudes that is always out of no where and you’re quickly covering your phone, rushing to somewhere private to respond. in which your response is a quick picture to tease her. her replies always leave you aching, having both of you so desperate to face time.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who has never let the miles excuse a boring sex life. she always makes sure you’re satisfied. whether it’s talking you through it, or sitting the phone up for you to take control over her— if it’s for your satisfaction, she’s down.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who literally refuses to visit you unless she’s sure she can stay for at least a month. every conversation has always ended with her saying “because i can’t stand seeing you knowing i can only stay for a week, i won’t be able to leave.”

*opens this app to feed into my delusions*