“what the fuck is your problem??“ abby damn near broke down your door storming into your apartment after seeing you on an instagram dump with a girl that was very much not the blonde.
“you want me to see, is that it? you being all posted up on some bitches lap?” she scoffed. “where the fuck do you get off honestly, like why are you doing this to me”
“i’m not doing shit to you Abigail, she’s my friend, not that i owe you an explanation. so feel free to go back to whichever one of your sluts houses you just came from.”
“your one to talk. who is that bitch i swear to god ill fucking kill both of you” you couldn’t help but just laugh in disbelief. abby was so unreal sometimes, getting so worked up over a picture with a friend meanwhile she probably saw the picture mid eating out some rando chick’s pussy.
this of course only pisses her off. “i’m not fucking laughing. this isn’t a joke, all you do is try to hurt me, like your fucking crazy honestly.”
“you sent me a video of you fucking someone else a week ago abby!” you wanted to rip out your hair with how insane she made you feel sometimes.
“yeah and now your pulling this shit so we must be even. give me your phone so i can delete the bitch myself.” you couldn’t even really call it a request because she was instantly snatching your phone from your hand and hitting call on a contact before you could react. “Abby no-“
“hello? don’t worry about who this is. yeah, shes right here with me so mind your fucking own. if i see you with her again i promise ill fucking kill you—you know what, drop your location lets talk in person”
“abby stop it, please hang up” you were practically wrestling her to retrieve your phone but were failing miserably against her strong build, so you had resigned to quiet pleading for her to cut it out.
“don’t be rude, im talking to our friend.” abby suddenly shoves two thick fingers through your lips, pushing down on your tongue, shutting you up as you gargle around her in surprise.
abby brings the phone down to you “wanna say something baby?” you attempt to shake your head no, but the movement isn’t much with her fingers stuffing your mouth—you can only helplessly mumble and gag on her as you try to protest.
abby looks at you with a mocking pout and cocks her head.
“no? aw it’s alright, i think she gets the message.”
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frat!ellabs... a sprinkle of heated rivalry but butch... lite hazing... forced intox... dom!abby... last name kink???they get into a mini fight... some dub!con action... smut some plot… dead dove etc etc… ZEROOO aftercare… not proofread just trust in the process
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ellie couldn't remember the last time she had been this hungover. hell, minus the first time she'd ever drank, she had never been hungover. this quirk gave her the confidence to dedicate herself to frat life, but the night she'd just experienced nearly had her convinced she might have an alcohol problem. almost.
it was still early in the morning, maybe five? the house was fucking trashed. there were empty cans and cups everywhere, some of them accompanied by a puddle of beer or some other ingenious mixed drink. ellie winced slightly as she felt a deep wound along her thigh, the pain quickly accompanied by a firm shoulder check from behind. she didn't even need to turn to know it was abby, now standing next to her with a shit-eating grin.
"what's up, williams? how you feeling after last night?" abby mocked her with a knowing smirk. ellie's eyes flashes as she huffed, pushing past abby and into the bathroom to apply... something. she didnt know-- some ointment, preferably one that had a side effect of wiping anderson's smug smirk right off her lips. abby slipped into the bathroom behind ellie, shutting the door and locking it. ellie stilled slightly at the click of the lock, but she knew better than to react.
"do you even remember how you got that, williams? because i sure do," abby leaned over ellie as she searched under the sink for something to clean her wound. ellie pulled out some random ointment, barely bothering to check the label before twisting the tube open. it was literal fucking lube. abby acted on instinct-- she was premed after all, grabbing the tube from ellie before she could manage to do anything with the ointment. "jesus, williams, just let me do it."
"dude, what the fuck?" ellie scoffed, trying to grab it back from abby. abby rolled her eyes and kneeled down next to ellie, grabbing two ointments and a bandage from the cabinet before shutting it. she pushed the fabric of ellie's boxers higher up her leg, biting back a smirk as she hears ellie's breath falter. she squeezes some translucent cream from a tube and onto the large wound on ellie's thigh. abby applied it as she explained how ellie had blacked out and jumped off the patio last night-- drastically miscalculating and ending up on a (now shattered) glass patio table rather than in the pool. that accounted for the hangover, ellie deduced.
ellie winced as abby applied the second cream, rougher this time, like she wanted to hear ellie whimper, like she wanted to make her hurt. ellie seethed through her teeth as abby pressed her wound once again, her fingers digging into the carpet next to her. "you're fucking doing that on purpose. i know i did some stupid shit last night but you don't need to be a cunt about it,” ellie whined, her eyebrows knotted as she pushed abby’s hands off.
"i'm not being a cunt about it! i was just trying to fucking help you," abby chuckled harshly, like she had no clue what ellie was getting at.
"oh yeah? helping me? that why you locked the door behind you abby? so you could help me?" ellie laughed through her teeth, feeling like abby was taunting her. abby's fingers tightened around ellie's thigh, trying to intimidate ellie, who was meeting her gaze head-on. abby looks like she's trying not to punch ellie's lights out as she takes her lip under her top teeth, smirking softly as her grip loosens-- just slightly.
"you've got a lot of fucking nerve, williams," she says, playing gentle for only a second longer before grabbing ellie by the hair, pulling her into a kiss that is immediately desperate and messy. ellie lets herself melt into it, telling herself that it's still dark enough out to call it appropriate.
abby shoves ellie against the cold tile ground, breaking the kiss, but ellie quickly drags abby down with her and reconnects their skin once again. abby pushes ellie's legs back as far as her hips will go, not even touching her, just reminding ellie how much stronger abby was than her. ellie would never admit it, but she loved how abby had the ability to just move her wherever she wanted ellie, whatever position, whenever she wanted. ellie lets out a shocked moan as abby slaps her cunt while her legs are pushed pack, playing with ellie's folds through the fabric.
"shut the fuck up," abby hisses, grabbing ellie's mouth in a bruising grip that ellie would feel for days. ellie catches her voice before she can wail out again, her legs shaking as abby roughly runs her hands up and down them. abby releases ellie's jaw roughly, her hand returning to ellie's clothed cunt.
abby rubbed over ellie's covered heat with her thumb, a sickeningly slow massage that had ellie leaking through the fabric, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. her cunt clenched around nothing, spongy walls shaking as abby teased them relentlessly, ellie's eyes watering as need overwhelmed her.
abby watched her squirm, a her lips twisting into a cruel smirk as she slapped ellie's cunt a few times more. abby hadn't even entered ellie, but she was already a wet, begging mess below. with a merciful sigh that bordered on affectionate, abby pulled ellie’s boxers back up, letting the waistband slap against her skin before abby stood up, leaving ellie on the ground.
“clean yourself up,” abby spat, unlocking the door and walking off. ellie scoffed, nearly laughing as she watched abby’s figure retreat into the distance, leaving ellie wanting but unsatisfied. ellie watched her go, unmoving, as if physical space could somehow protect her from the intensity of her feelings.
it was nearly midnight and ellie couldn’t escape the feeling she was being watched, hunted, even as she stood with some of her friends in the midst of their raging party. the feeling wasn’t exactly unexpected, considering she had probably an entire sorority’s worth of hookups in this room alone, but this felt different in a way she didn’t know how to explain.
when ellie saw abby for the first time since their interaction, the blonde had cornered some poor freshman sorority pledge in the kitchen, towering over her with an entire bottle in her hands. saved by the bell, abby perked up as she heard someone else say ellie’s name, and ellie looked away just in time, turning to face dina and jesse who were pouring a round of shots for their little group. as ellie was handed hers, suddenly abby was next to her, receiving a mini glass of her own.
ellie tilted her head back and took the shot, feeling the heat of abby’s body against her back as abby did the same. abby set down her cup, sliding it towards dina and calling for another round of shots. ellie tried not too pay too much attention to abby, to the way she kept deliberately reaching around ellie instead of going to the empty seat infront of her, to the way abby’s muscles flexed as she poured ellie shot after shot again unfil abby was just holding the bottle while ellie chugged it straight. ellie was a known heavyweight, and everyone had seen her get pretty crazy (as evidence by the gash on her leg), but even this was a lot for ellie.
by midnight, ellie’s perspective felt like she was basically teleporting across the party. every time she came to slightly through her blackout, she was somewhere different. she was in the kitchen taking shots with abby. then she was in the pool, fully clothed. then she was in the garage, losing terribly at a game of rage cage, till finally she gained some semblance of consciousness on her bedroom floor, abby staring down as her as ellie struggled to pick herself up the ground.
abby knelt down and grabbed ellie’s chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. she watched as ellie’s pupils move, her vision blurring in and out as she tried her hardest to focus on the woman infront of her. “what’s my name?” abby asks, tittering as ellie mutters a weak “abby...”
tightening her grip on ellie’s jaw, she tilts the girl’s head back again, pouring another shot or three of vodka down her throat. “should top you off,” abby smirks, moving closer to ellie, who was still trying and failing to stand up straight. as soon as ellie manages to stabilize herself on her two legs, abby nudges her just a bit and she stumbles back, collapsing against the sheets of her bed.
abby can’t stop looking at her in this state, a mean smile etched into her lips. ellie was all euphoric and giggly and too drunk to talk smack, or really talk at all. abby reaches forward, pressing her thumb against ellie’s lips until ellie instinctively parts them, giving abby access to her warm mouth. ellie doesn’t even hesitate, letting abby do whatever she wants, all while looking up at abby like the two of them were the only thing in the world right now. abby blamed the warm feeling in her stomach on the alcohol. “lets try this again, williams. what’s my name?”
“anderson… anderson,” ellie said more firmly this time. abby grabbed her face, smushing it together and murmuring a string of praise, calling ellie her good fucking girl, her loyal little pledge, even though they were in the same class.
once abby was done with ellie’s mouth, she unbuttoned ellie’s belt, tugging her jeans and her boxers down to her ankles in a swift movement. she teased ellie’s folds with her own spit, but in all honesty, ellie was already soaked, whether it was from earlier today or whatever pregame foreplay they had engaged in beforehand, ellie barely needed any warm up before abby was buried knuckles deep in her cunt, pumping her fingers in and out of ellie’s slick.
ellie screamed underneath the music of the party, holding onto everything she could find for stability until her hands find solace on abby’s shoulders, short nails and fingers digging into abby’s skin so hard she nearly drew blood. abby only groaned, speeding up her pace to coax more of that sweet, sweet distress out of ellie.
“f-fuck, i’m- i’m getting close, anderson, *fuck*,” ellie whined, and abby felt her walls shiver as she fucked her into the orgasm.
“c’mon, williams,” abby orders, angling her wrist until she was hitting ellie’s g-spot over and over, making the brunette cry out as her orgasm washed over her. abby fucked her through it, keeping her pace at first and then waning down, rocking ellie with every slow thrust of her fingers. her lips come to nip at and kiss ellie’s neck, whispering strings of praise ad she guides ellie back to earth.
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im about as good at writing aftercare as i am at doing it irl… which is to say not at all
sorry i will fuck ur brains out and then never speak to u again and so will abby maybe probably idk beg me for a pt.2 and we’ll see!
Summary: We are thought to love someone for who they are, and if we find the right person, they will love us back for who we are. Spoiler alert, you did not find the right person.
Word count: 4k
Warnings: Toxic relationship, controlling partner, manipulation, obsessive behavior, angst, no use of Y/n, open ending-ish?
A/N: Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!
It’s been enough.
It’s been long enough since you have last seen Abby. To your relief, she had to film a movie in Paris and you decided not to accompany her this time, something that you always did.
And you were not ready to face her again, even though many months had passed since your last encounter. An encounter in which you decided you desperately needed a break from her. You thought you could handle being in a relationship with someone so famous, someone who was always on display for others: to see, to laugh, to judge. But this… lifestyle, this was not for you. And after 4 years, you wanted to break away.
You aren’t even sure why you tried to endure all of this for so long. When you think about the reasons, you cannot figure why. Happiness? You were clearly not happy anymore. Love? That feeling died long ago. Fear? You were not afraid of Abby, of course. She was never agressive towards you. Abby was not the cause of fear.
So what else?
Maybe what will happen after your break up will hit the news? Things will go crazy then. Her fans will destroy you because you had the audacity to break Abby’s heart, the tabloids will destroy you, the paparazzi will harass the living hell out of you and everyone you love. Only because…
You wanted freedom.
Fear, combined with your lover’s perseverence were two very good reasons you stayed for so long.
Abby was very perseverent when she wanted something. And she wanted you to stay by her side as long as possible. She saw as well that you started falling apart little by little, but she refused to let you go, so she used all kinds of methods to make you happy again: expensive gifts, parties, alcohol, good sex, exotic trips, designer clothes… summarised, she used her power to keep you in a world you weren’t ready for.
Her actions might have worsened your situation, since you felt like suffocating everytime you were together. It was exhausting to try to please her, to be careful not to embarass her, to be on your best behavior when you were in public, to smile and be polite even though you were not feeling like yourself anymore. And maybe you weren’t you anymore.
Since you have gotten in a relationship with Abby, she changed your life completely. She got you new clothes, a new house, a new car, a new job. Everything was new. She transformed you into someone she will not feel embarrased to walk down the street with.
But you realized it way too late.
And now, when you are facing her again after so many months, you finally succeded to bring up the idea of you two breaking up. Which upon hearing, Abby remained calm, collected. Your words did not phase her even a bit. She just smiled at you, shaking her head right after, as if she just heard something amusing like the dumb puns you would always tell her.
“What makes you say this?” She asked you as she looked back down at the menu, studying it thoroughly, as if it was more important than you.
“I don’t feel like myself in this relationship anymore,” you reply on a stern voice, searching her blue gaze, but to no avail.
“Nonsense, darling,” she shook her head slightly, as she frowned at the menu, trying to hide her surprise at how serious your tone was this time.
“Abby, I haven’t been feeling like myself for so long. When I look in the mirror I don’t even recognize this person. And you know this!” You explained, frowning as well.
Even if you finally managed to tell her firmly how you felt, her answer did not come. She just stayed silent as her eyes continued to move over the names in the menu.
“Abby are you—“ you spoke again, but she interrupted you.
“Would you like to try the ribs? They sound delicious,” The blonde smiled as she quickly glanced at you, then looked back down.
“Wh.. what?” You blinked at her multiple times, as if you could not believe your ears.
“The ribs, love.” Abby replied and you felt your blood boiling.
She wasn’t even taking you seriously. She thought you were having another episode where you threw a fit and tell her to break up.
“I don’t want your fucking ribs, I want to break up!” You screamed at her, hitting the table with anger, making the cutlery shake.
Her eyes instantly landed on you, gaze cold as ever as she raised an eyebrow at you. She was relieved she reserved this whole area of the restaurant for your dinner, since she predicted something like this would happen.
“You want to break up with me?” Abby repeated in a mocking way, almost laughing and throwing away the menu.
“Yes.” You replied firm, maintaining the eye contact.
“Because you don’t feel like yourself anymore.” She repeated the words.
“Yes.”
“You sound ridiculous right now,” She scoffed at you. “You know that if I would have let you be yourself with me, they would have eaten you alive, don’t you? And I told you this. I told you and you agreed—“
“This is not what—“ you tried speaking, but she offered you a death glare which made you quiet.
“And now you are blaming me? For something you wanted?” Abby accused you as she raised from her chair, wanting to make everything more dramatic than it actually was. At the end of the day, she still was an actress.
“I wanted you! I did not want all of this!” You followed her movements, standing up, not letting her look down on you.
“But you enjoy all of this, don’t you?” She asked with a mocking smile.
“I don’t—“
“Oh please, if someone were to hear you right now, they will think you are crazy! Telling me you don’t like the luxury life I am giving you. Unbelievable.” Abby started chuckling and you got more annoyed since she completely misinterpreted your words, again.
“It is about my mental health, Abby,“ you replied, feeling your anger build up.
“And what about mine? I am the one people throw shit at, not you. How can you be so selfish?” She shook her head.
“I... I want to break up, Abby. These months in which I have been away from you were the best moments of my life.” You replied, ignoring her questions.
You were lready used to her tactics: distracting you from your problems, invalidating your feelings, making your pain seem smaller than hers. You do not have to explain shit to her and she knows it. You were tired. She knew this and still wanted you to pretend everything was fine.
You saw her features turn to stone after the words left your mouth. She was not happy knowing that her absence benefited you rather than bringing you sadness.
“You know what they will say about you, right? That you were with me for my money, that you waited to have all these things and then dump me. It doesn’t matter how long you have been with me. They will—“
“I will give everything back to you, so that no one will accuse me of being such a person. I just want to end it. I can’t do it no more, Abby. I am tired.” You sighed, closing you eyes for a few moments. You inhaled deeply, trying to stay composed and stick to your plan. You were going to get out of this misery. Ironic, isn’t it? Luxury and misery are something so different yet so much alike.
Abby ran her fingers through her blonde locks and sighed as well, feeling defeated for the first time in her life. She always got things her way, but she did not see this coming. She did not expect your decision to be so firm, so… final. She thought she could get away with it again, making you stay with her more, but this time it was about to end.
“Alright.” She replied, her tone cold and her eyes avoiding yours.
You looked at her suspiciously, frowning at what she just said. It was what you wanted. And it was… easier than you had expected.
“But under one condition,” Abby added, and you scoffed.
Of course.
“What is your condition?” You questioned, intrigued to know her request.
“You are still going to attend the film premiere and the afterparty as my partner.” She requested as she raised her head, making eye contact.
“Okay, but I have a condition now.” You replied with a smile, making her raise an eyebrow at you.
“We will break things off at the afterparty, so that we can say everything was mutual and there is no bad blood between us,” you demanded.
She looked at you for a few moments, probably analyzing your proposal, before she raised her hand towards you.
“Then we have a deal?” She said as she waited for you to shake it.
“Deal.” You smiled as you reached for her hand as well.
Two weeks have passed sincer your last discussion with Abby.
Since then you haven’t really seen her much, and it wasn’t like you wanted to see her anyway. You talked over the messages a few times, but nothing about your personal lives. You acted nothing like lovers anymore and this was good. Maybe she finally understood you are over for good.
And so, the day of the premiere came faster than you realized.
You were more excited to announce your break up than see the movie your “girlfriend” was starring in and for which she worked so hard. You remembered Abby’s words that night at the restaurant, when she called you selfish. Maybe you were. But once in your life you deserved to be like this. Since all you did until now was to think about others.
The movie was good, great even. Abby was such a great actress. She really knew how to get into a character’s role. She was made for this, it could not even be denied. Though for the first time in so long, your expressions were not what she wished for while you watched the movie.
In the past you would be fuming with jealousy over the sexy scenes she had to film with other people, but now you just watched everything with a straight face, not even looking away when Abby and her co-star were making out on the big screen.
You didn’t even know there will be scenes like this, but you didn’t even care to ask. Nor Abby cared enough to tell you. She probably wanted to get a reaction out of you since you saw her look at you with the corner of your eyes, hoping for something, but she received nothing in return.
When the movie ended, you were the first one to stand up and give an applouse, followed by the other people in the room. You were truly happy that it ended and you will never have to be here after this night ever again.
Your freedom is so near, you can taste it.
Everyone evacuated the theatre one by one. You left beside Abby who was immediately approached by interviewers but she cut them short since you had a party to attend in less than 5 minutes. You were greatful she did not want to waste time and just get over with what you had to get over with.
“Ready?” She leaned and wishpered as you walked to the club.
“Yes.” You replied, frowning a bit at her question. You waited for this moment for so long, why wouldn’t you be ready?
“Just making sure you didn’t change your mind.” She smiled at you, causing a knot in your stomach.
You did not answer her, not because you did not have one, but because you arrived at the club and the subject couldn’t be talked so freely since a lot of people were here: family, friends and aquintances. No one had to know about this.
Abby disappeared as soon as you stepped in the club, murmuring something in your ear but due to the music you could not hear her very well, nor did you question her again, since she was the last person you wanted to be near. You decided to get a drink in the mean time, since you needed to have more courage in you once the news will break out.
As you made your way through the crowd, you felt a hand grip your bare shoulder. You thought it was Abby again, but when you turned around, you saw Nora and Manny smiling at you, causing you to relax a bit.
“Girl, I have been calling you!” She said as she pulled you in a hug. You quickly accepted it, happy to be in the presence of other people. You then went to Manny to also give him one, not wanting for him to feel left out.
“Sorry, I have a lot on my mind right now,” You apologized to both if them, not wanting them to feel bad.
“We know how you feel, believe me,” Nora assures you while carresing your hand, making you frown a bit.
They do?
“You do?” You ask quite perplexed.
“Of course we do!” Manny answered, causing your heart beat rate to raise.
“Abby told you?” You questioned again.
“Yeah, she told us today.” Nora replied.
“And… umm, what do you think about the news?” You faked a laugh, not expecting Abby to already tell them about such a sensitive topic. It was not her style.
“I think you two should have done this sooner.” Manny answered, and Nora nodded beside him.
“Like way sooner!” She gesticulated in a dramatic manner, keeping you in a confused state. Does Abby know her friends think about your relationship this way?
“Hey, would it be possible for me to be the mai-“
Nora got interrupted by the whizzing of the microphone, making everyone turn their attention towards the stage. There you saw Abby holding it and smiling apologetically.
“Sorry about this, it’s my first time on a stage,” She joked, making everyone in the room laugh and comment on how charming and funny she is. Only if they knew the real her. Maybe this is why she could act so well in her movie. Cause she just played herself: a liar and manipulator.
“I want to thank everyone again for working so hard for this movie. It was a magical experience and I am greatful I can share this experience with you all!” She said and people started clapping, probably impressed by how humble she is.
“Now, I have something to get off my chest if you will let me,” She became more serious as the applauses died down. “I have some news to deliver to you. Some of you know, some of you don’t. But tonight you will all find out.” She spoke and this time, her gaze met yours.
“I am sure that most of you know my girlfriend,” Abby smiled at you and you returned it awkwardly, since everyone started looking at you. You knew this is how it will go, but the reality was way worse.
“We have been together for 4 years. And we had some great moments together, but sometimes all the good things become old things and have to end.” Abby announced all of a sudden, filling the club with gasps and whispers. No one understood what was going on.
She really liked to make a scene about this.
She began to walk down the stage, making her way towards you. You wanted to run away from her, but your feet did not work. You felt frozen in place.
“Today, she will no longer be my girlfriend…” Abby continued and stopped a few centimeters in front of you. “…but my wife.”
Your mouth opened in shock, along with everyone else in the club. You did not understand what was going on, what was she doing? What was all of this? She put you on the spot like this to make it harder for you to deny her? No… she manipulated you into doing what she wanted. She wanted you to be her partner at the movie premiere knowing that you would also want to make a break-up announcement at the afterparty.
She got you where she wanted.
“Do you want to start something new with me? Do you want to marry me?” Abby smiled at you, and from outside it seemed like a caring, loving smile, but you knew her more than anyone else.
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Abby Anderson x reader inspired by this billie eilish interview<3
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“Once again like it happens every year I thought I had more time. And then it’s October 18 again.”
Abby sits in a relaxed pose, wearing an oversized black Jordan basketball jersey. Her muscular frame leans comfortably into the chair, her fishtail braid draped over one shoulder, and her freckled face carries a calm confidence. The screen flickers for a moment, revealing split images of seven previous versions of Abby sitting in the same chair.
What’s your name?
“My name is Abby Anderson,” says 16-year-old Abby from 2019. Her voice is quieter, her posture slightly stiff. The video cuts to each successive year. “My name is Abby Anderson,” repeats 2020 Abby, her tone stronger. “My name is Abby Anderson,” echoes 2021 Abby, her confidence visibly growing.
Finally, it lands on 2024 Abby. She tilts her head, smirking as she meets the camera’s gaze. “Feels strange seeing all these old versions of me frozen in time,” she says smoothly. “I’m Abby Anderson”
“It’s October 18, 2019.”
“October 18, 2020.”
“October 18, 2021.”
Each date ticks by until it lands on the present:
“October 18, 2024.”
How old are you?
“i’m Sixteen,” says 2019 Abby, her voice almost tentative. The years scroll forward, her voice shifting slightly with each one: “Seventeen.” “Eighteen.” “Nineteen.” “Twenty.”
the camera lingers on 2024 Abby. “i’m Twenty-three,” she says simply, her smile easy but self-assured. “It’s a weird age.“
How many followers do you have?
“257,000,” says 16-year-old Abby, with a slightly bashful grin.
“1.2 million,” says 2020 Abby, a hint of surprise in her voice. As the years progress, the numbers skyrocket. “32 million,” says 2022 Abby, almost shrugging. “75 million,” says 2023 Abby, trying to keep her excitement in check.
The screen cuts to present-day Abby, who sits back, resting an arm casually over the chair’s edge. “120 million,” she says with a small smile. “It’s a big number. Still wrapping my head around it, honestly.” She pauses, her smirk turning a little teasing. “But hey, people like what they like, right?”
What’s the biggest thing that happened to you this year?
Abby takes a deep breath, her lips twitching as though she’s holding back a bigger smile. “This year… wow. I dropped my third album, went back on tour, and, uh… I won another Oscar.”
A clip of 2023 Abby flashes on the screen with the question: Are you going to win the Oscar this year?
“I don’t know,” 2023 Abby says with a laugh, rubbing her palms nervously on her thighs. “I’m hoping so, but I’m not gonna fall apart if it doesn’t happen.”
The camera cuts back to 2024 Abby, who raises a brow and smirks at the camera. “Well, I guess past me got her wish,” she says, her tone playful. “Two Oscars, actually. Overachiever much?”
What do you want to accomplish by next year?
On-screen, 2023 Abby tilts her head, thinking. “I wanna get into racing,” she says. “I didn’t do that yet. I want more tattoos. And I wanna do some reckless shit—like, adrenaline-rush, borderline-dumb reckless and…, have some good sex.”
Back to 2024 Abby, who laughs, leaning back in her chair. “Well, I did the racing thing. Still no tattoos—I swear I’ll get there one day. And reckless? Check.” She smirks, her gaze flicking to the camera. “As for the other thing… let’s just say past me would be proud. You’re welcome, Abby.”
How do you feel about the new album?
The clip from 2023 Abby pops up. “I’m almost done with it, and I think it’s gonna be cool.”
Back to 2024 Abby. “It’s more than cool,” she says firmly. “It’s raw, it’s real, and I love it.”
What artist do you want to collaborate with?
2023 Abby raises a brow. “No one,” she says bluntly. “I don’t like collaborating.”
The screen cuts to Abby, wearing a black oversized Jordan jersey and loose pants, stands beside you. You’re dressed in a bold, effortlessly cool style. Abby’s expression in the still is sharp, playful, and undeniably flirty as she gestures at you, her tongue lightly resting on her teeth, while you stand confidently next to her, unfazed and magnetic.
The present-day Abby smirks when the camera cuts back to her. “Funny how things change. I ended up working with [your artist name], and it was incredible. We put out Guess, and honestly, it might be the best thing I’ve ever done.” She leans forward, grinning. “It was… a lot of fun.”
She pauses, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “I mean, come on. Look at them.”
The tone shifts as Abby glances off-camera. Her body relaxes, her voice softening. “Alright,” she says with a slight grin. “You know what time it is.”
You step into frame, settling next to her with an easy smile. Dressed casually, you radiate warmth as you lean slightly into her space.
“Hey, Abigail,” you tease, nudging her with your shoulder.
She groans, rolling her eyes, though her lips curl into a faint smile. “You always do this,” she says. “Every damn year.”
“Of course,” you reply with a laugh, draping an arm around her shoulders.
The screen flashes to past clips of you and Abby: younger versions of you teasing 2019 Abby, 2021 Abby stealing glances at you, 2022 Abby barely hiding her grin as you step into frame.
You glance at her now. “It’s wild seeing all these little moments. Watching you grow up, watching how far you’ve come.” Your voice softens, genuine. “I’m proud of you, Anderson.”
Abby looks at you, her smirk fading into something more sincere. “Thanks,” she murmurs. “Means a lot coming from you.”
You break the tenderness with a laugh. “For the record, though, Abby was such a pain. I fell for her the moment we met, and she spent years rejecting me.”
Abby rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair. “Alright, fine. I was clueless, okay? But hey, look at us now.”
You smile, your gaze softening. “Yeah. Still love you, Abigail.”
She groans again, shaking her head. “Stop calling me that.”
The video fades to black, the sound of both your laughter lingering as the screen displays:
