#cyberl33ch

summary: Your roommate of a couple months decides to ask you out...kind of? What could transpire?

tw: smut MDNI, hopeless romance, drunk/tipsy sex, Abby is g!p, fingering & head.

pairing: G!P Abby x Inexperienced!Florist!Reader

Moving to Seattle wasn’t really the plan but getting out of your small town was exactly what you needed. Don’t get me wrong small towns are cute and everything's laid out for you but seeing the same old faces and going to the same old places gets tiring. And you can’t like getting away from the drama that your ex had caused was what you longed for. But having a hot roommate…you definitely did not plan for it.

Her name was Abby. She was very muscular with sort of a dusty blonde/brunette thing going on obviously the female definition of a dilf. She would go to the gym every morning which would leave you time to have the house to yourself in order to get ready for whichever job you were working. She also happened to pass by every time she was leaving the gym.

Sometimes she would come by and speak just to take a look at the fresh flowers that came in ever so often. You could obviously tell she had a green thumb the way she would cater to the ones in the apartment. Overall she was cool but that all changed randomly when she invited you out, even though you were quite busy with whatever shifts you managed to pick up.

The bell on the front shop door rings announcing someone entering. “Welcome to Bloomscape, what can I help you with?” You say putting down the spray bottle after watering the flowers behind the counter. You turn around to meet none other than Abby. Just your luck. “Oh hey Abby, the new peonies are out front if you’re-” “Would you like to go out with me?” She says, you realize her face is slightly red but you brush it off assuming she had an intense workout today. “Sorry with a couple friends not like…that.” She explains making you nod your head in understanding. Not going to lie that hurt a little bit. Like a slow jab to your heart. “Oh yeah sure…what time?” You question “Around 8pm you should be off by then right?” She asks. You nod your head and after working out the details she leaves rather quickly (and quite flushed if I do say so myself) not even looking at the peonies out front. Weird.

After closing up shop and making your way back to the apartment you walk in to realize she’s already invited her friends over to pregame. Assuming that’s what it was anyway you peek in the living room and say hello. “Hello!” You say as you wave at all 3 of them in the living room. “Oh shit- Guys this is the friend I invited out with us!” She says, gesturing for them to introduce themselves to you. “Hello, I’m Dina, these two shithead's friends.” One says pushing Abby's shoulder. “I’m Ellie.” Another quite attractive one says waving back to you shyly (if i do say so myself) “I’ll go get ready, nice to meet you guys!” You walk to your room and before you can even shut the door you hear Ellie saying that you’re “Smoking hot.” Smiling ear to ear you close the door before you can hear any further and start to get ready.

You walk out of your room and walk into the kitchen going in the fridge to search for a beer. When you feel a hand on your waist you jolt up meeting Abby. “Hey calm down darlin’.” She almost laughs out and hands you a beer knowing you’re searching for one. You take the beer smiling slightly, thanking her and closing the fridge. After an hour of pregaming you they decide it’s time to go to the bar. “Everybody set to go?” Abby questions looking at everyone grabbing her keys.

Hour 2 in the bar Dina and Ellie are the only ones looking groggy and soggy but you and Abby are having the time of your lives. You never knew that you and Abby had so much music taste in common. As the night started to grow older and older they started to play slower, more romantic music. You take your seat at the bar sipping your drink by Dina and Ellie who are both by now practically eye fucking each other.

You were about to go outside for a smoke when your thought was interrupted by a light tap on your shoulder. “Hey, do you mind dancing with me?” Abby asks with her face growing more red by the second. “Uh yeah of course” You smile. As soon as you two hit the middle of the floor she immediately puts her hands on your waist pulling you closer to her. You look up at her with big doe eyes and that’s when you start to feel the liquor finally hit you because she looks good enough to eat at this moment. She nuzzles your neck as your bodies practically become one. “I need you.” She whispers in your ear making you gasp which gives her enough time to slip her tongue into your mouth and take you in a devastating kiss.

As she pulls back from your lips you shoot her a confused look. “I thought you-” She shushes you putting her finger up to your lips. “Take a cab with me.” Abby demands taking your hand interlocking your fingers with hers as she makes her way through the sea of people on the dance floor. She gets up to the bar giving Ellie enough money to get a cab and pay for the drinks. As she reaches the outside she pauses for a moment taking in the cool spring breeze compared to the hot atmosphere of the bar. You’ve never really taken a moment to really soak in Abby’s features. Her hair which she rarely let down blowing with the wind. And oh gosh- her nose looks like you could ride that for days at a time.

You get so taken up in your thoughts you didn’t realize she was staring right back at you. “Can I have my face back?” She jokes you lightly jabbing her shoulder. “Jeez, I’m just joking…that hurt a bit.” Abby says pouting and rubbing her shoulder softly. “Aw, is the baby hurt?” You say mocking her pouting and rubbing your shoulder. “Yeah yeah whatever lets start walking weirdo.” She says rolling her eyes rather sassily.

Weirdo. Weirdo? WEIRDO?? “You want to talk about weird? Let’s talk about how you always treat me like a little sister and then randomly kiss me.” You sass back at her, narrowing your eyes as you two begin your journey back to the apartment. “I’ll do it again.” Abby treats this as if were a threat to your safety as she can’t seem to choose between looking at your lips or your eyes. “Whatever sass-factor!” You roll your eyes at her crossing your arms.

Back at the apartment you assume you two are just going to go your separate ways again like this never happened.“So…we just go our separate ways?” You mumble out just above a whisper as your vision starts to blur from tearing up. “What if we didn’t?” Abby says taking a step closer to you. “What if?” You accept the challenge, taking another step towards her. Abby pulls you closer by your waist and takes off your jacket for you, discarding it on the sofa. Followed by taking off her own and dropping it right by her feet. “What if?” She quirks an eyebrow staring straight at your glossy lips. After that she just couldn’t play this little game you were playing with her anymore as she takes you in another breathtaking kiss and lifts you up like you’re nothing.

You straddling her waist as she sets you down on the bed, her kneeling in front of you making full eye contact as she takes off your shoes for you. She looks up at you resting her hands on your thighs. “Do I have your consent?” Abby asks, peering into your eyes. God's consent is sexy. “Yes.” You nod. Abby follows this with sliding down your underwear and pinning you to the mattress, her on top of you. She then takes two fingers and taps on your lips asking demanding for entrance. “Suck.” She orders as you open your mouth and swirl your tongue around her digits.

“Good girl” She praises. She then takes them out of your mouth leaving a string of saliva as she lifts up your dress and starts to coat her fingers in your arousal and insert them up until her knuckles. The length of her fingers makes you immediately grab her wrist moaning. “Fuck! Abby…” You pant out as she starts to pick up the pace, shouting her name like it’s a mantra. “Thaaat’s it baby take it.” She affirms as the knot in your stomach comes undone faster and faster. “Gonna cum…” You mumble out making her grab your chin realizing she wants to see your reaction as you eat up the pleasure she was dishing out.

As you feel your release coating her fingers and your surroundings becoming more and more fuzzy by the second. You sit up seeing her licking her fingers clean making full eye contact with you. By the time her fingers are practically wrinkly from the hydration they were getting she turns you around and starts unlacing your dress. Grazing her fingertips lightly on the skin of your back. “Your skin is so soft…” Abby says just above a whisper.

She starts kissing you and leaving little love bites and marks that’ll surely bruise in the morning. You hear her start to strip behind you and just as she’s taking off her boxers you get a good glimpse of what’s to come. And you start to turn around and make full contact with her long, thick, blushed precum dripping shaft. More so gawking at it because she definitely noticed while taking off her shirt.

“You wanna touch it?” She asks, reaching out to grab your hand, as she guides your hand onto the base of it. “Don’t be scared mama.” Abby chuckles, still guiding your hand to slowly stroke it making her grunt. As she slowly softens her grip and lets you take control, throwing her head back in pleasure grunting loudly. She grabs your chin absentmindedly removing your hand and picking up the pace as her eyes sear into your soul as she motions for you to open your mouth.

Followed by multiple grunts and curses she finally releases ropes of herself onto your tongue. As you close your mouth and swallow the liquid. “Hands and knees” Abby demands with low lidded eyes. You follow her instructions in a daze as she grabs a hold on your hips, forcing you to arch your back. Abby cautiously slides the tip in after realizing how tight you were, grunting in pleasure as a response. “Fuuuck” She mumbles out her eyes closed as you squeeze around her length. As she takes her time inch by inch she eventually bottoms out. This feels good of course but she can hear you whimper as you taste the saltiness of your tears.

Abby slowly starts to pick up a steady pace as you start to reach back trying to slow her down as the tears come down more frequently. “Nuh uh baby you can take it” She says in between grunts swatting your hand away as you grip the sheets. As her pace quickens she pulls you up by your shoulder, taking that hand and wrapping it around your throat. She then takes her other hand from your hip and starts rubbing your sensitive clit.

Your eyes roll back in your head as she tops that off by kissing your neck, knowing by the way you were growing louder she knew you were close to your orgasm. Abby reaches an unimaginable pace and that’s when you feel it hit you like a tsunami. As you feel her warm seed fill you up and mix with yours you finally come down from the drunken, fuzzy high you two were in. You feel her pull out and the mix of you guys’ climax slide down your legs.

After you two showered together and put on pajamas you both lie in the bed, her spooning you. You’ve dozed off a while ago as she just admires your beauty in the moonlit room. Brushing the hair out of your face, she pecks your temple and dozes off along with you.

☆ my masterlist

tw: fluff! smoking mentioned, could be angsty if you'd like.

summary: honestly just the title, and these three pictures

pairing: StableHand!Abby x Equestrian!Reader

three releases in one day, lord if you hear me...

☆StableHand!Abby who at first didn’t care for you, of course you were always nice to her and were her boss’ daughter but she just thought you were just another dumb nepo baby

☆ StableHand!Abby who laughed when you got spooked almost starting a fire when you dropped the cigarette you were smoking on the side of the barn while she was bringing hay bales to the barn

☆StableHand!Abby who realized she’d got a completely wrong impression of you at first after you two had a deep conversation after you made her promise she wouldn’t tell your father

☆StableHand!Abby who would sometimes go to the side of the barn to smoke with you when she had a particularly hard day

☆StableHand!Abby who has always had a love for horses but slowly started developing feelings for you when she learned you were an Equestrian

☆StableHand!Abby who would somehow find a way to work at some of your competitions but was clearly there just for you 

☆StableHand!Abby who started to take extra care of your horses which developed into taking extra care of you

☆StableHand!Abby who came clean one night and the feelings were reciprocated quickly when she realized you’d been plotting on her for a minute (ever since you saw her)

☆StableHand!Abby who was always down for a late night talk or makeout session 

☆StableHand!Abby who had never been one for sneaking around like a teenager but knowing the position you were both in she would do it just for you

☆StableHand!Abby who instead of going to the side of the barn for a smoke would instead drag you inside for other reasons

☆StableHand!Abby who practically kisses the ground you walk on

☆ abby masterlist

☆ masterlist

tw: slight obsessive behavior :), fluff, idk lesbo stuff!

summary: just some simple head canons to get those wheels turning.

pairing: AdmirerGf!Ellie x AdmiredGf!Reader

Yes I’ve made my return, back from hiatus and starting off with simple Ellie girlfriend head canons. (No I'm not finishing the Abby series)

I feel like Ellie love, love, loves physical touch

Ellie’s the type to obviously communicate her feelings (when she’s in the mood) but when she needs you near her she just shoots you a simple look

Waking up in the morning with a little affection definitely would get her day started off on the right foot

Ellie obviously has her rougher moments but her inner self is definitely a lover girl

Taking you out on cute dates, romantic long road trips, and cuddling watching the sunset in her truck bed (yes I said truck bed)

Before you and Ellie met she obviously had her own music taste but she started picking up on your softer guitar/drum music

Another way she would definitely show her affection is learning your favorite song on her guitar that you thrifted for her

And before you know she’s serenading you with your favorite girl in red song on a intimate rooftop date she surprised you with

Not to mention she’s completely obsessed with your body, your beauty marks and smooth skin make her melt into a lesbian flag colored puddle

Ellie’s the type to melt over any small movement you make, closing drawers with your hips or any of your affection you bless her with

ty for reading!! <3

☆ my masterlist

☆ Streamer Ellie Hcs

tw: cutesy stuff, fluff!

summary: streamer ellie doing whatever for her beloved gf!

pairing: Streamer!Ellie x LovedGf!Reader

love this anon request! give me moreee! (click me)

Streamer!Ellie who loves gaming and is at all times engaged with her audience whenever she decides to go live

Streamer!Ellie who takes it upon herself on her stream breaks, finds the time to go across the hall into your shared bedroom to give you a little affection to bring her back down to reality

Streamer!Ellie who when she does q&a streams goes on a 25 minute straight ramble on how amazing and lovely you are

Streamer!Ellie who without a doubt has the stream playing on her phone when she walks away so she can hear any “prank” you decide to play on her with the chat

Not to mention that her following absolutely loves you, Ellie’s social media was going crazy when she introduced you to them

Streamer!Ellie who gets super sad when she realizes that she’s spent too long away from you on a stream and ends it as soon as possible spending the rest of the night cuddling you as an apology as you repeat that it’s not that serious to her

Streamer!Ellie who gets happy instead of sad when you guys are out somewhere and a fan comes up to you instead of her first (she hates it when you’re looked over)

Streamer!Ellie is definitely the type to not only adopt your humor but also to steal your taste in tv shows or movies (she’d definitely talk about a new reality tv show you got her into on stream as the chat blows up about how cute you guys are together

Streamer!Ellie would definitely let you sit in on her streams and is one for physical touch

Streamer!Ellie who would for sure starting playing better when you’re either sitting on her lap or giving her game undivided attention

Streamer!Ellie who still gets nervous when you guys go on dates publicly because she wants it to be just you two

☆ ellie masterlist

☆ masterlist

abby masterlist

tw: angst, fluff for now, mention of infidelity, and profanity

summary: obviously inspired by Sextape by Deftones (i think this is turning out to be a slow burn)

pairing: ChildhoodFriend!Abby x Mishandled!Reader

can't promise i'll finish this one but here's a new abs series!

You were caught up in your thoughts while sitting on a bench in the laundromat listening to the very song Ellie was on that day at the beach. Someone walked in, I mean it wouldn’t be unusual the laundromat runs 24/7 but this one looks…familiar?

Being the unpredictable person you were, you quickly got up from your seat and practically dashed over to the person hoping it would be who you thought it was. “Abigail?” You said taking your earphones out and pocketing your phone.

The now dark brunette girl looked up, her eyes widening, realizing who was speaking to her. “Holy shit, Pumpkin?” Abigail quickly shoved her clothes back into the basket, picking you up and spinning you around in a tight embrace. 

“I haven’t seen you since I moved!” you say as she finally semi-releases you, resting her hands on your shoulders. “My mom is going to be so thrilled I ran into you. How have you been?”

Abigail Abby asked which started an hour-long catching-up session, both of you occasionally getting up to check on your clothes. And that’s when you finally stopped and looked out of the window realizing that the once busy street had faded into maybe a couple cars passing by.

As you guys finally finished catching up you made sure to get her number and ask her to send your regards to her beloved mother. After a long night of reconnecting an old friendship, you lugged your basket of clothes out of the laundromat opening your trunk.

However before you could lift it off the ground there Abby was putting it into the trunk for you, now get this the last time you’d seen Abby was when you were freshly out of high school and she was still an awkward Junior in high school. 

Puberty hits most people late but damn, Abby had got hit with a train, there was no longer an awkward brace face. She was now completely jacked and not to mention she was utterly towering over you. “Thanks, Abs, see you later alligator.” You said getting in your car.

Abby stood there watching your car pull away as it hit her that fate had brought you both back together, in middle school you both had made a promise to always find each other. Obviously, you both went your separate ways but maybe it was proving to be in the shape of a circle. 

The next day started for you like any other. A pile of clean clothes on the other side of your bed cast a shadow, which almost made you sleep through your alarm. Meaning you were not only exhausted from your shift as a barista but also almost late.

Your manager didn’t even lecture you this time, just gave you a look as you put your things in your locker. As you traded the counter with another coworker you were caught up in making a very complex mocha frappe when you heard the bell on the door ring and went to the counter. 

“Welcome to Lux Cafe, what would y-” You completely stopped in your tracks as you were met face to face with what you used to call you and Ellie’s untimely demise. What truly put the dirt over your last relationships casket, Dina.

☆ abby masterlist

☆ masterlist

masterlist, part one, part two, part four

summary: abby saying she would be late to the gallery she invited you to…classic. thinking it was all in your head you say what hell and start to mingle. abby shows up and sees you flirting openly with another? hell no.

word count: 1.5k

tw: angst, eventual smut, conflict of interest, alcohol consumption, & more hopeless feeling.

pairing: Neighbor/BusinessPartner!Abby x NepoBaby!Reader

While on the drive to the gallery you get a phone call from Abby, clicking the phone button on your steering wheel. “Hii, I’m on my way there.” You say answering the call raising your voice higher than you would like. “That’s great, I was just calling to let you know I might be a little late, I got caught up with some extra work.” She says letting out an audible sigh, hearing how upset she is almost makes you…frown?

“Oh, that’s not a problem, take as much time as you need.” You say reassuringly. You’ve always been a people pleaser, even with knowing your true feelings you’ve always bottled them up. “Thank you…it’s refreshing to have someone not care about inconveniences in my schedule” Abby says exhaling you can hear her smirk through the phone. 

Ending the phone call you continue to drive to the gallery, stepping out of your car in the parking garage you feel the rush of adrenaline hit you. Since you’re pretty much antisocial and this is an entirely unknown setting you feel slightly anxious. As you inch closer and closer to the opening door gripping you subconsciously purse on your shoulder tighter and tighter. It’s almost making your skin crawl not knowing what’s on the other side of the door.

An hour ago you definitely did not see yourself swept up in a conversation, let alone not in a corner but with a wine glass in hand. You ran into a couple of Abby's friends which tells you that she talks about you (simping). But one of Abby’s friends Ellie seemed to really take an interest in you the moment she locked eyes with you. 

But you couldn’t really get a good read on Ellie. She was most definitely aware of the conversation but she was taking you in?? Either way you couldn’t really tell what her point was of coming up to you. Not to mention the conversation with her was butter smooth, honestly it just flowed no awkward silences or anything. However that traction was forced into a complete stop when you felt a warm hand on your mid back, looking back to realize it was Abby. 

As soon as you meet her gaze you can smell her expensive cologne, taking in her well fitted suit. God Bless Custom Fitted Suits. “You look stunning.” Abby finally mutters before ripping her eyes off your curves before she moves her gaze where it’s not welcomed. “Ells, how are you?” She says quickly facing Ellie and shaking her hand as if she wasn’t just eye-fucking you a minute ago. 

As Abby and Ellie’s conversation picks up, you slip away to the less crowded side of the gallery. It feels nice to be alone, but not for long as Abby stands beside you gazing at the large painting on the wall. “And how has your night been darling?” Abby says not blessing you with her gaze yet. “It’s been nice…your friend is very attractive.” You say admittingly keeping your eyes on the painting. 

You feel her eyes hit you like daggers as she shakes off the feeling that a compliment came out of your mouth and it wasn’t about her. Abby knew she usually doesn’t care about these things, they usually seem so shallow and useless. But knowing herself well she knows she has thick skin and the sting that came with the compliment seemed to dissolve quickly.

“I’ve known Ells since my childhood.” She finally lets out, seeming to snap back into reality. Bringing your eyes up to meet hers before you spit more viper into the-what was supposed to be a short conversation. “Yeah she told me, we talked quite a bit before you arrived.” You almost mumble the last part noting that for some reason Abby’s face looked slightly uncomfortable. 

“You did huh…” Abby says, guiding you gently by your waist to the next painting. “This one is more my style.” You say slowly taking in the painting before looking down at the nameplates. Oh? They have nameplates of the artists, you squint and see Ellie’s name at the bottom. Slowly turning your head to the side to peek at the artist name of the last painting to see it said “Abby Anderson” in gold engraved letters. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the grating sound of a mic followed by deep apologies from the host gathering the cord of the mic, Abby told you her name was Dina. “Thank you all so much for coming today, but the gallery closes in 25 minutes.” Dina says before handing the mic to someone and continuing to mingle with whoever. 

“That’s code for get the fuck out.” Abby says, whispering in your ear. Hearing Abby’s low baritone voice is something you didn’t know you needed and not to mention how close she is to your neck right now. “Oh by the way Abs do you mind if I catch a ride with El?” You say reading her expression. And you could tell she was definitely pissed for some reason, you almost didn’t catch it from how quickly she changed her face.

“But how will I know if you get home safe?” Abby almost looks…wait. Is she fake worried?? Unknowingly you let your neutral expression slip into a “wtf is wrong with you” one, Abby picks up on it faster than you can fix your face. Thankful that you didn’t consume any alcohol the words in your head would’ve made a beeline for your mouth. Either way you felt like Abby was about to let you have it, well that was before Ellie walked over thankfully swooping you out of that conversation.

“Looked like someone needed saving.” She says smirking her arm dangerously low on your lower back. “Thank you…your art is beautiful by the way.” You thank her slipping in a compliment, completely missing the fact she was shoving a scotch your way. As you stare at the venom in the glass wondering how to navigate this awkward situation.

“I’ll be right back Els.” You say unhooking her arm from your lower back. “Gotta powder your nose?” Ellie says cheekily shooting you a wink before you slip off in the direction of the overhead bathroom sign. God do these people know how to decorate and spend money while doing it, however you were preaching to the choir. 

Staring at your unlocked phone the reality hits you that a normal person would call their best friend or sibling to give you clarity on what you should do in this situation. Slowly eyeballing the drink on the counter, you subconsciously reconsider that time your father offered a therapist. Scoffing at your reflection in the mirror. “Suck it up, it’s just one drink.” You whisper lowly to yourself before downing the entire glass in one go. 

Walking back out to find Abby in the nearest corner leaning onto the wall cupping a quite full wine glass. You haven’t known Abby for a long time so you kind of took her as a social person, especially considering her job. Swiping the nearest champagne off a waiter's tray you guzzle half the glass approaching Abby. “What’s up, dream girl.” You say cringing immediately from your words. Abby taking it unseriously and laughing at your buzzed state. “Buzzed?” She says, noting the half full glass in your hand. 

Downing the rest of the champagne followed with an exhale. “Working towards a great nap.” Abby takes the empty glass from you, fixing the loose strands of hair in your face and the slightly smudged lipstick on your bottom lip. “And towards a great hangover.” As Abby drinks in your features fully she feels like it’s just you two for once. Not that she has been letting her ever so slight possession over you show. 

Abigail has been very dominant with her past partners and she wants to change that side of her to show a more submissive side. To show that she can be vulnerable other than her financial advisor. That’s why she’s trying to take it slow with you, this whole night has been her reminding herself that it’s like bending her will (which makes you all the more attractive). That’s right bending my will, like a bendy pencil.

It’s just the constant lusting over her friend who quite frankly isn’t all that, I mean she loves Els of course but the adoration in your voice when you address Ell isn’t something she wants to get used to. So when she snaps back into reality and sees you and Ellie a little too close for comfort but when she sees Ellie get closer and closer to your neck. Snap.  Pushing past whoever is in the crowd she takes you by the elbow, stomping out of the venue into the valet area. “Abigail, what is happening with you right now?” You say worriedly but mostly full of curiosity. Full first name? Is what is going through her mind right now, which might be why she isn’t blessing you with eye contact.

What does Abby have in store for you at wherever she's taking you?

☆ my masterlist

(tell me in my ask my anything's if you have a request!)

masterlist, part one, part three, part four

summary: Neighbor turned business partner, romantic or conflict of interest?

word count: 1.14k

tw: angst, eventual smut, conflict of interest, alcohol consumption, & hopeless feeling.

pairing: Neighbor/BusinessPartner!Abby x NepoBaby!Reader

“Excuse me, Miss?” Your reminiscing is interrupted by a familiar voice. You turn around to lock eyes with none other than…Abby? After standing there trying to piece together a valid reason Abby had business at your dad's company. You never found one…this is also when you realize you didn’t know much about her and lowkey could’ve gotten kidnapped last night. Cheers to impulsive, alcohol-influenced actions…right?? 

“What are you doing here?” You say with a slightly dropped jaw and raised eyebrow. “I have a…uh-” Whatever Abby was going to say gets cut off by your father entering the room, standing beside Abby, and putting a hand on her shoulder. “I see you’ve met my daughter..” Your father says clenching his jaw, you can practically hear his teeth grinding.

“D-daughter?” Abby says, widening her eyes as she stammers over her words. Your father nods confirming Abby’s worst fear, looking at you both as silence fills the room. “Well, we have a business meeting.” He says motioning Abby towards a chair, which was also a polite “get the fuck out.” 

You took that and ran with it literally, clocking out and booking it to the parking garage where your car was. After getting in you take the biggest exhale of your life swearing you could rip your hair out follicle by follicle.

Starting up the car ready to get in bed and sulk you get a knock on your window, rolling it down you meet gazes with Abby again. She cast quite the shadow being that your car was slightly low to the ground, she looked relaxed with one hand in her pocket looking down at you with those eyes. 

“I was just gonna ask- um…if we could talk tomorrow?” She says nervously, slightly taking a step back as she scratches the back of her neck. “Uhh sure yeah.” You say letting a yawn escape showing how exhausted you were. You both bid your goodbyes as Abby takes a step back watching you drive out of the parking spot. 

Waking up in the sunlight is therapeutic to others, especially with the view in your bedroom but to you, it’s just another sunrise.

You felt it was time to try something different since you hadn’t sipped tequila a whole day. Everything has been giving you a fresh start kind of feel. New “job”, new things, new skills, even a new milf next door. Isn’t life beautiful?

While sitting in the living room deciding what to watch for your employee holiday. Yesterday when they told you it was an employee holiday you had to google what that was because you thought regular employees worked year round.

You decide to cook yourself for once, but you never really took it upon yourself to cook, often ordering takeout or just eating chips and liquor. 

However, you do have a couple of recipes locked into your brain from when your mother used to cook with you as a kid.

You always feel cozy from most of her recipes even the simple ones, she always adds her twist on everything. Even to this day, you have a positive view of her to which your dad has never taken a likeness.

Nevertheless, this day isn’t about the past it’s about relaxation-. You quickly stopped in your tracks realizing Abby hadn’t crossed your mind once since you’d risen out of your bed. 

It takes you two plates of food and a few seasons of The Walking Dead to finally come up with a justifiable reason for why Abby had any business at your dad's company, let alone a meeting.

During the time you were helping her move boxes into her place, you saw some boxes marked work supplies. Maybe she was there negotiating or even offering something. It wasn’t rare for smaller companies to try and use your dad as a way to the top or to even skyrocket sales. 

Knocks at your door making you jolt up, pausing the TV show that earlier had your gears going. Having a gut feeling about who was on the other side of the door you found it best to not contemplate and just act so you opened the door with the fakest smile you could force out.

Abby’s facial expressions were caught off guard if anything. “Hey…is now a good time or? I could always come back later-” She practically vomited out. “You’re fine, come in,” You say, stepping aside and letting a grin creep up on your face.

You gestured Abby towards a cozier room with a fireplace, you’d just finished renovating it so why not show it to someone and get your money's worth?

As you two sat down an awkward space in between you two, which honestly made the decorations on the fireplace all the more interesting. “I’m guessing you want to know why I was at Ray's- Your father's workplace,” Abby said, you responding with an eager nod. 

The first-name basis makes the situation seem way deeper than it seemed on the surface level. “Well I own a few small companies and he was thinking of taking a small percentage of my shares.” She says searching for any sign of discomfort in your eyes.

You hum hoping to keep the conversation from souring again but that seems impossible with the way she's scooting closer to you and soul-searching in your irises. 

This alone pushing nothing but heat to your core has you looking in any other direction but her face. “Hey, you haven’t told me why you were there?” Abby questions looking a little more amused than you’d like.

“My dad has me covering for a worker there so…” You say rather blankly. Abby, catching on that you would rather not elaborate further, didn't push or press any more buttons. Instead, she gave you an invitation to an art gallery that was happening later in the day. 

Kindly taking the invitation she shows herself out as you race to your office so you can see what people wear to art galleries.

Quickly choosing Pinterest as a way to pinpoint things you can incorporate into the outfit. Sighing, shutting off your computer, and seeing your reflection on the monitor gives you the grounding you so badly need. 

What if this was just a friendly invitation…or better yet a pity one. Maybe she wanted to make a good impression on you hoping you’d run back to your father and report.

Trying to stay on the positive side of things you tell yourself she probably just wants to get into your good graces in general. Hoping that today will be you, wine, great art, and a milf. God bless America.

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summary: Neighbor turned business partner, romantic or conflict of interest?

tw: angst, eventual smut, conflict of interest, alcohol consumption, & hopeless feeling.

pairing: Neighbor/BusinessPartner!Abby x NepoBaby!Reader

Graduating university for some people is freeing but for you it was just another thing on your checklist. Being a multi billionaire's daughter with a happy childhood doesn’t really leave you wanting anything but the newest Hermes or Birkin handbag. So as your fathers daughter you drown your issues at the local bar (which your dad happens to own).

You were perfectly fine talking to one of the random girls who had swarmed over to you as soon as you sat down at the bar. Starting to get sweaty and overwhelmed with all the chitter chatter around you, you walk outside for a quick smoke.

As you destress on one of the benches outside your phone starts vibrating in your pocket. Quickly taking it out of your pocket you identify the caller. “Ughhh” You slur out rolling your eyes, before picking up the phone. If there was one thing your father knew how to do it was kill a buzz immediately.

“Get in the car.” Your father says demanding. Standing up you take a look around the street and spot the white limo with the company logo spread across it. Picking up your purse off the bench you walk towards the limo and get inside.

Closing the door you look at the bane of your existence. “I need you to do something.” He says not even sparing a glance. “It better be worth it.” You sit back in the seat slowly relaxing. Your father knocks twice on the roof and the car starts to pull off.

“I hope those…” He pauses to squint at his computer ”5 shots of tequila were worth it.” Making you roll your eyes, it was typical of your father or anyone at the company to monitor you and your intake.

This is why you have always been hounded about who you date, never why because they already know. You’ve always said that if you had complete control over your life you would’ve never been in such a lose-lose situation with life.

“What do you want?” You say groaning out rubbing your temples. “You’re going to pick up Marissa's job for a month.” He blankly says following it with a sigh. “See that’s the thing you never make it an option- Wait, did you fire her?” You remark with a raised eyebrow. “Wouldn’t dream of that.” This is the first time he dares to lock eyes with you, even though he immediately looks back down at his computer.

“Your shift starts on Monday…see you there.” You step out of the limo in front of the lobby of your penthouse. Closing the door you walk through the doors of the lobby sighing in relief that the interaction ended. Walking past the front desk you choose the elevator with only one person in it, stepping in you go to click your floor button but see it’s already clicked.

Since you’ve only just passed the 12th floor you finally realize you’ve stepped into an elevator full of boxes. “Oh, are you moving?” You said stepping out of the way. “Yeah sorry, all the other elevators were full of people…my name’s Abby.” She extends her hand out to give yours a FIRM shake.

After getting through the casualties, somewhere along the line you ended up agreeing to help her move some boxes to her place. I mean it couldn’t hurt right she’s just across the hallway, literally your doors are peephole to peephole. What the hell, it's just a couple of boxes, they’re not gonna hurt anybody.

Putting down the box you exhaustingly wipe the sweat on your forehead plopping down on the stairs next to you. “You’re trying to kill me.” You mumble in between breaths, making Abby chuckle while putting a bigger box like a pillow. “Would you like something to drink? At Least my kitchen is put together.” She motions towards the bar stools in the kitchen getting something out of the fridge.

You take a seat on one of the barstools hoping that something cold might help you catch your breath. This is the first time you take in how warmly decorated Abby’s place is, in comparison to yours less marble more wood. Well you didn’t have control over the decorations in your condo, hell you didn’t even have control of where you lived.

Your thoughts are once again interrupted by Abby slipping a glass full of lemonade into your open hand. “You space out a lot.” Abby says truthfully. “I have a lot to think about.” You say while taking a sip from your cup, eyeing her physical response over the top of your cup.

You might’ve been a functioning alcoholic that night but if there was one thing that was for sure it was that Abby was quite the woman. Not just from a physical standpoint but from a personality one, you two had so much in common.

Same music taste, you guys both loved journaling, not to mention the most romantic of them all…you both love the exact same authors. But being the awkward person you were, you didn’t know if this meant that the energy you put out was getting reciprocated or even noticed at all.

After all it was a long night and your shift starts in a few days, and you really feel the urge to call and tell your father off. “Hey Abs I think I’m going to call it a night.” You speak to Abby who is seemingly in her own world as well. “Yeah, I’m getting a little tired myself.” Abby knows she's lying, her life was lonely, it was nice to have a new personality in her space, refreshing even.

After finishing your nightly routine you plop down on the bed with an exhausted sigh, you wish you could sulk over your life. But after years and years the tears stopped coming and the situation never got better so what was the point?

What was the point when you could just drown your sorrows in the nearest bar wishing you were drowning yourself instead.

Waking up in your bed that was clearly too big for just you is always comforting, like a big hug you’ve never had. You get up to take a shower and do your morning routine when you get a call from your dads secretary.

You don’t really have a problem with her, she's just always…there and that can get really annoying. “How can I help you Karla.” You say rubbing your temples. “You’re late.” You can hear her teeth grinding through the phone. “Jeez Kar don’t rip all your hair follicles out like last time.” You remark letting a chuckle slip.

Karla clears her throat regaining her composure before speaking “You're taking over Marissa’s shift right?” She questions. “Yes..” You respond vaguely, rushing to check the calendar on your fridge. “Wait…it’s Monday.” You screech audibly it was just like you to forget what day it was but for the hangover to get to you the next day. “I’ll be on my way.” You say briefly before ending the call and rushing to put on business attire. You know for a fact that Karla is on her way to laugh with your dad about your slip up.

Walking into the building with slightly messier hair than you would like, attracting unwanted glances before reaching your desk. Finally something you can hide behind, gosh don’t people know what hard times look like.

Before you have the chance to do anything someone taps you on the shoulder. “Yes?” You turn around with a raised eyebrow meeting gazes with a very sculpted facial structure.

“Hello I’m Kev, your assistant here to help you with anything you need during your time here.” He says robot like. “Well Kev I like your tie but you can relax around me.” You say slightly nudging his shoulder with your fist. Kev lets out a sigh and starts listing off the duties he’s going to help you with, this is going to be a very long month.

You have 30 minutes left of your shift meaning you weren’t even doing your work, you were watching youtube on your computer. Completely swallowed by the drama showing on the screen.

The office phone on your desk starts ringing, letting out the biggest exhale ever when you pick up the phone “Front Desk.” You say with fake enthusiasm. “Bring those papers you printed out to my office.” You hear your father on the other side.

Hanging up the phone without any further explanation you snatch the papers out of the printer and practically stomp towards the executive elevator. Getting out of the elevator you step into your fathers office to find it empty, you just leave the papers neatly on his desk before departing you see pictures of you when you were younger.

Of course they’re among his new wife but you’re just surprised he didn’t burn a hole in your mothers face. “Excuse me, Miss?” Your reminiscing is interrupted by a familiar voice. You turn around to lock eyes with none other than…Abby?

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