#florist! abby

[cowgirlcherrie]

florist! abby Headcanons ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

a/n: something quick n sweet you knowwwww got this random thought and had to write it I couldn’t resist I couldn’t. I also saw that no one done florist! abby(?) so I wanted to be the first to hop on! plus I missed writing for Abs — my baby, so enjoy ♡

warnings: 18+, MDNI, some fluff, gets smuttier halfway in, strap, blowjob (strap), eating you out, mentions of obsessive behaviors, polaroid nudes-ish, fingering, edging, public-sex-ishh, soft dom! Abby, tatted! Abby. Hinted at smoker Abby if you squint, petnames, fingers in mouth, masturbation, use of the word mommy, use of the word pussy, fem reader.

divider creds here

ೀ florist! Abby wears a basic white cropped t-shirt and black dickies under her beige apron. Her apron has a rainbow flag pin, with black pliers in one pocket. Doc Martins on her feet, tied miserably into a bow, it’s a miracle she doesn’t trip around the flower shop. She has a carabiner on her belt loop that jingles every time she walks. 

– apart from smelling like the flowers (obvi bc of where she works) smells like heavy pine and fresh soap, like forget the additives – just clean if ykyk

ೀ florist! Abby gets little patchwork tattoos in random places: a dainty lavender tattoo on her wrist, a little crescent moon behind her ear, paw prints on her bicep for her late dog Alice, a ‘gentle artist’ in bolded times new roman font – but dainty on her forearm. Her knuckles are tatted spelling out “FUCK YOU”.

ೀ florist! Abby that has a ‘Save the Bees!’ sticker on the back of her phone case. Super Bee activist.

ೀ florist! Abby who spends all day in the floral shop, playing music from her playlist on the shop’s aux, slightly swaying to the music as she works on a bouquet. She works with such prestige, god her hands work so quickly at building arrangements but the outcome is so beautiful and that’s why she has many customers. She definitely uses any leftover flowers as bookmarks for her books.

ೀ florist! Abby who’s aux will go from Lauryn Hill to Boy Genius to Mac Miller — she gets compliments on her music taste by customers all the time.

ೀ florist! Abby stops working on a bouquet when you walk into the store because of how confused you look. Wanting to save a damsel in distress. Abby moves from her place at the counter walking over to where you stood looking at the different types of flowers, creeping behind you. You smell divine to her, driving her head crazy knowing that your scent alone will be stuck in her head all day. The floral shop is a slow yet steady business, so Abby definitely doesn’t forget a face or a smell. The form-fitting dress you wore that day, the way your hands bunched at the fabric in confusion had her head spinning!

“Beautiful aren’t they?” Abby whispers from behind you,

Actually scares the living shit out of you when you see her standing behind you, but the way the sun was hitting her face from the big window panels made you less nervous. Rather in awe at the beauty in front of you. Her sunkissed skin, and silky blonde mane, were raveled in a delicate braid with wispies around her face. The raspiness from her voice – which honestly sounded like a smoker's voice now that you thought about it. 

ೀ florist! Abby who makes small talk with you while making your boquette for you (taking her slow sweet time), asking you where you’re from and what you’re doing in town? Absolutely praying that the flowers aren’t for some significant other of yours, Abby letting out an exhale when you say that they’re for your mom who you are visiting for dinner. When you mention you are unsure of what flowers to get don’t worry Abby will help you!

“So pretty girl, are you more minimalistic, talking Lilies, Gardenia’s, Jasmine – which is over there...or colorful? Which I think your beautiful self enjoys a nice Orchid, Camellia, or Begonia?”

Definitely shocks you with how well she knows her stuff

ೀ florist! Abby zones out when you are speaking and stares at your lips for far too long, looking at the way your pink gloss shines wondering how your pretty lips would look taking her strap. Percase covered in spit, from your saliva that has built up from blowing her off. Abby wanted to do nothing more than take the pretty little fabric ribbon from your hair and tie it around your hands as she went down on you while you beg her to touch you in all the right places – it was all a dream to her. Wet dreaming with you right in front of her.

Undeniably horny and touch deprived…she spends so much time in the floral shop she doesn’t have time for dating apps and finds shit like Tinder CORNY LOL. 

Meanwhile, you are trying your hardest not to stare at the way her arms are flexing or how her fingers are paying delicate attention to your bouquet, mentally laughing at the “FUCK YOU” on her knuckles, it contrasted her soft nature so much.

ೀ florist! Abby who slips in a little note into your tote back when you’re not looking, with her number on it, hoping that you would find it and call her soon, Which you do find when you are scrambling for your keys on your way back to the car. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt to give the overly, steaming attractive florist a call. 

ೀ florist! Abby when the two of you start dating, she would teach you how to make a bouquet, standing closely behind you – her body right up against your back as you feel her breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you what to do

“Atta girl, look at that my sweet girl – woah! watch your hand there’s a thorn baby.”

Will definitely put her hands over yours as she works with the knife to make sure there isn’t any thorns so you don’t prick yourself. 

ೀ florist! Abby fucking you in the flower shop, when the shop is closed. Having her head in between your thighs, as her jaw slacks – the sound of your juices sloshing against her mouth as she sends hums into your pussy making you let out low mewls. Bringing a hand up to cover your mouth but she slaps it away so that she can see you

“Don’t hide from me baby, I wanna see you…look at how beautiful you look whining for me doll”

ೀ florist! Abby who kept your lace underwear in her pocket after she fucked you in the floral shop keeping it for safe-keeping (pft…we all know what she is doing with that)

ೀ florist! Abby who shows you her small pocket-sized notebook full of different flowers and arrangement ideas she had. Even the sketches of a flower bouquet that she made inspired by you and all your favorite flowers.

ೀ florist! Abby definitely tucks flowers behind your ears, specifically a white or light-pink Carnation. Especially loves putting one behind your ear as she fucks you with her strap, missionary style so she can see your face – just loves your face honestly. Bending down to kiss your lips, her cheeks dusted red with the pressure she applies.

Tucking her head into your neck swiftly smelling the carnation that she put behind your ear driving her even further insane as she drills into you — makes her go faster.

ೀ When she starts teaching you more about flowers, Definitely uses sexual enforcement to get you to remember it. Will have you sat on her counter as she stands in between your legs – locking you in as she lunges two fingers into you, edging you and not letting you cum until you say the right name of the flower that she taught you. But you could hardly focus staring at her inked knuckles as they pump in and out of you which only makes you reach your climax even further. 

“You wanna come don’t you my sweet girl? I know you want to…just say the name– awh don’t whine at me…I know you know it dollface, I don’t buy that you don’t.”

Sometimes she’ll give you a hint if the flower starts with one of the letters on her knuckles she will stick the corresponding finger into you, working at getting you just about there as her finger curls into you. Your vision is blurry as you can hardly tell what the letter is, moaning out as you try to focus on the order of the letters on her knuckles to catch the hint.

“C’mon baby I’m giving you a hint…pay attention sweetheart– focus!”

ೀ florist! Abby when you get it wrong and she finally lets you come — is fake-mad at you, shoving the lettered finger down your throat as you gag on her fingers covered in your juices.

“Baby the hinted letter was C, and the other finger was U, flower: Curcuma. You’ll get it right next time right sweetheart? You won’t let mommy down hmm?”

ೀ florist! Abby is definitely a soft dom just saying… soft as hell, loves when you hold her – kiss her, and skin-to-skin contact is important as hell she just wants to feel you and loves when you baby her. 

ೀ Definitely keeps a Polaroid of you holding flowers in pink floral lingerie in her beige apron and another one of you in her wallet, that way she has you on her at all times (honestly probably touched herself to blow off some steam after a hard shift while looking at it)

ೀ Depending on how far the relationship goes, especially if y’all start talking marriage will get your favorite flower tatted and not tell you until you see a dainty tattoo of your favorite flower on her collarbone slightly above her heart as she is filling you up, you questioning her in between moans about it.

“Mmhm…fuck is that new? Shit..abbyplease – wait is that my favorite flower?” You ask, as she grinds into you – your finger dragging against the tattoo

“Yes baby, you’re all mine. Mine…mine…mine” As she pounds harder into to you each time she says mine. Obsessive, possessive + territorial, let’s talk about it 

ೀ florist! Abby is overall just a sweetheart who loves you so much and just wants you to be her pretty flower – her muse, you definitely inspire most of her bouquets and she is so happy you ran into her shop looking for flowers that day.

#💭ᜊ cher thinks #cherry writes 🤍 #abby anderson #modern au #tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #florist! abby #florist! abby x reader #abby x fem!reader #abby the last of us #abby x black! reader #abby x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x black!reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson headcanons #abby headcanons

[tamarydraws]

Florist! Abby 🌿

inspired by the amazing headcanons by @cowgirlcherrie

link to their post: https://www.tumblr.com/cowgirlcherrie/722840706679554048/florist-abby-headcanons-%E0%BB%92-%E1%83%90-an

#I’ve been obsessed with her for so long I just needed to #I hope I make justice #florist Abby my beloved #abby my beloved #abby anderson #fanart #the last of us #tlou2 #tlou au #abby tlou

[elliewilliamsfavhoe]

Florist!Abby headcannons

A/n: sorry I haven't posted anything!! I have finals and i haven't had time to work on anything so here is something cute and quick in the meantime<3 also send requests for headcannons, fics ect!!!

Cw: modern au obvi, very fluffy, Abby is kinda a loser dork but it's cute, abby getting hurt (from rose throns) Nora is Abby's wing woman, marriage, slight nsfw, a little sad at the end but like sappy sad, mentions of passing.

Florist!Abby Who met you when you came in with your friend to order flowers for her wedding

Florist!Abby Who thought you were prettier that any flower in the store

Florist!Abby Who made sure to take extra food care of you two while you were in the store

Florist!Abby who thought of you when she went home that night

Florist!Abby who couldn't wait until the day you had to pick up the flowers

Florist!Abby who was ecstatic when you came in for pickup and handed her a wedding invitation from your friend.

Florist!Abby who usually got invited to 5 weddings a week from customers trying to be polite but never would go.

Florist!Abby who couldn't care less that it was just a courtesy invite since she was so excited to see you again.

Florist!Abby who saw you in the prettiest bridesmaids dress and nearly fainted

Florist!Abby who worked up the courage halfway through the wedding party to talk to you

Florist!Abby who couldn't believe it when you started flirting with her

Florist!Abby who not so smoothly gave you her number just in case you ever needed to 'order some flowers for an event'

Florist!Abby who was stunned when you texted her only a day after the wedding asking to get some coffee sometime

Florist!Abby who forced Nora to choose a cute outfit for your date.

Bff!Nora who was so confused on why Abby cared so much because she thought every short was the same.

Florist!Abby who fell head over heels for you the second she started talking to you.

Florist!Abby who after 2 months of going on dates every weekend bought you your favorite coffee and made you a handmade bouquet and asked you to be her girlfriend.

Florist!Abby who knew she loved you a week into being official but only told you 2 months in

Florist!Abby who gets you a bouquet every week

Florist!Abby who always tucks a flower behind your ear and makes sure it matches your outfit when you come visit her at work

Florist!Abby Who pays attention to whether you wear gold or silver and makes sure to get the right color.

Florist!Abby who may seem shy but definitely isn't shy when her strap is so deep in you that you can't form a coherent sentence.

Florist!Abby who fucks you any chance she gets

Florist!Abby who always accidentally cuts her hands from rose thorns

Florist!Abby who reluctantly wears the hello kitty bandaid you put on her scraped calloused hands

Florist!Abby takes you to a gorgeous, secluded garden to propose to you and hides the ring in the flowers she gives you

Florist!Abby who gets the prettiest flowers for your wedding and spends hours handpicking what flower combinations to do for your center pieces

Wife!Abby who cried reading you her vows

Wife!Abby who promised to find you in every reality and love you ever better and even sooner each damn time

Wife!Abby who never stops getting you flowers even after you are both old and wrinkly

Wife!Abby who builds you a garden and teaches you how to take care of all the flowers

Wife!Abby who couldn't imagine ever leaving you

Wife!Abby who always holds you when you go to bed

Wife!Abby who frustratedly turns off her alarm wishing she didn't have to go to work and that she could just hold you because why does she need to tend to flower when the prettiest flower she's ever seen is asleep inside her big perfectly freckled arms

Wife!Abby who gets you a bouquet of flowers and says she'll love you till they the very last one die and leaves a single fake flower inside the bouquet

Wife!Abby who grew here whole life but blossomed when she met you and who's only wish is to wither with you too

Wife!Abby who if you unfortunately died before she did would leave your favorite flowers on you grave and get fresh ones every day

Wife!Abby who if you were to die before her would probably end up dying of a broken heart soon after.

Wife!Abby who was the softest most delicate person you ever met and ever could meet

Wife!Abby who fulfilled her promise and found you in every universe, every reality, every lifetime and loved you more each damn time

(divders creds to @cafekitsune !!!!!) Sorry I forgot to tag u when I originally uploaded I promise I meant to🫶🏼🫶🏼

#kiki's rambles✨🌑 #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson #abby x fem!reader #florist!abby #wife!abby #abby x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby fluff #abby headcanons #send requests #tlou x reader #tlou fic #tlou2

[chichinaylo]

Okay sooo time for me to rant about my job!!

Like I said in the tags of one of my posts, I was basically laid off of work for two weeks because this is their "slow time" and because they are "closed"(read as: teaching the other hire, who's technically above me, I think) on the only days I can work. And last week my mom basically made me beg to work one (1) day last week and I did. But I'm not working again this week, and when I told my friend about it she immediately goes "quit. You should quit".

Maybe I'm impatient, but I feel like I'm just wasting my time by not working because school feels pointless to me atp. Thankfully I'm in a situation where I don't have to work(living at home😔 + scholarship), but I like the independence🇺🇲 it gives me and I want to gain experience. But being off does give me time for all my bullshit coursework, however, I'm not making money sooo??

Your thoughts?🤨🎤

whatever you do, do NAWT quit your current job before getting a new one😭 i would just start applying for different positions and wait it out w/ until you get hired somewhere else

#this is the florist job we’re talking about right? #chichi gets mail.{💌} #abby

[feralchaton]

#the florist #abby sage #music #cut step trip crack cut down trim back #Spotify

[bunniehrtz]

so... mommy!reader taking her baby for a walk and they end up buying a bouquet of flowers for mommy!Abby who will be back soon from one of her work trips

should we turn this into a series ?? loved writing this and would love to write more that isn’t smut !!

abby has been gone for almost a month, she comes back tonight. you miss her, so does little maia. “come on, baby. let’s go for a little walk to the park, yeah?” you say to your baby, after dressing her up in a white, flowery summer dress, a matching sun hat. you strap her into her stroller and set off into the seaside town you reside in. the sun beaming down on you both makes you miss abby more.

“should we go to the playground? we can get ice cream! would you like that, baby?” you ask, tickling her soft tummy as she coos, smiling up at you. whilst walking, talking softly down to maia, you walk past an independent florist. the displays outside are beautiful, you can’t not go in. “should we get a present for mama?”

“hi there, just these today please,” you hand the cashier a bouquet of flowers. she smiles and you pay for them, making a little small talk. you place the flowers in the cup holder on the stroller, smiling at yourself being so innovative. you leave the shop, kissing your fingertips and placing the kiss on maia’s plump cheek. “mama’s gonna love these.”

after wearing maia out in the playground, you come home, putting baby girl down for her before dinner nap, and keeping the flowers in the stroller until abby gets home. making a start on dinner, dancing in the kitchen wearing nothing but abby’s dress shirt which reaches half way down your thighs, you didn’t notice the door lock click, open and shut. you jump out of your skin at the feeling of a cold hand reaching up the shirt, subtly groping your ass. you gasp, turning around to look up at the dirty blonde standing before you. “abby! you’re home!” you exclaim, jumping up into her arms, pulling her into a kiss. “missed you so much.”

“missed you more. our baby girl, too. where is she? napping?” abby asks, you nod. “good.” she pulls away, smirking. you land a soft slap on her chest. “no, abs. later. i’m making you a welcome home dinner. now, go say hello to your daughter,” you tease, smacking her ass as she turns around to walk to your bedroom, where maia is napping.

“hi, baby. mama’s home,” abby says softly, stroking maia’s cheek with the back of her finger. she stirs awake, smiling up at abby before crawling into her arms. she comes back out of the room, baby girl rested on her hip, falling back asleep with her curly head rested on abby’s chest. “don’t fall back asleep, baby. gotta give mama her present,” you whisper, kissing the side of her head before disappearing back to the stroller, hiding the bouquet behind your back.

“whatcha got there?” abby asks, confused. you giggle, bringing them around to show her.

“oh, baby, for me? they’re beautiful!” she exclaims, kissing maia’s face all over, shushing her giggles with a kiss on her lips, then pulling you over to kiss your face.

“thank you, baby.” abby whispers down to you, engulfing you both in a hug.

“welcome home.”

#abby anderson #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson tlou #abby anderson x reader #the last of us abby #the last of us #tlou #abby tlou #abby the last of us

[abswife]

modern gf! abby headcanons

i spend most of my day imagining what having abby as a girlfriend would be like so here's what my little gay brain came up with

nsfw at the bottom mdni

you guys would probably meet at a cafe

it'd be one of those cute little moments where you both ordered the same thing and when they called it out you both reached for it at the same time

you guys would start chatting after that, and she'd ask for your number before you left

you half expected her to not even text you, but the next day a random number popped up with the message "hi, it's abby from the cafe."

after a few dates you two made it official

she's the type of person that always wants you to come to her place rather her go to yours, she just likes seeing you with all of her stuff around

she's a big fan of the pet names babe, baby, and sweetheart

she likes to just chill with you, she doesn't feel like you guys always have to be doing something when you're together. she's perfectly content just reading or scrolling on your phones in the same room

in public, she doesn't really like to do more than just hold your waist or kiss your forehead, but at home she is glued to your side

big cuddlebug

she insists on going on biweekly dates, even if it's just to see a movie

would be so nervous to meet your parents, she would be practically shitting herself on the car ride, but when she actually meets them she is the very picture of respect

your parents said after that she seemed like "a very nice girl"

also slightly nervous for you to meet her dad, even though she knows that he'll love you

we all know that she is a gym rat, and she would love it if you came to the gym with her, even if you're doing completely different stuff

she knows how much you like her muscles, and will tease you if she catches you staring

however, you do the same thing when you catch her staring at your ass

she loves it when you wear her jackets, and she will wear your jewelry sometimes

she'll bring you flowers randomly, always from an actual florist

SHE LOVES WHEN YOU COOK FOR HER it makes her feel so domestic with you

i feel like she would be a doctor, maybe a cardiologist

she would come home from working long shifts and just drop into bed with you, not even bothering to take her scrubs off

sometimes you bring her lunch to work, and her smile and the kiss she plants on the top of your head make it worth the drive

she tells you that if you guys get married that you should stay at home, considering there wouldn't really be any reason for you to work since she makes a lot of money

she would be very happy to provide for you and you never having to lift a finger

she texts like a grandpa in the way that her texts seem to have no tone

you'll be like "i love you so much baby! <3"

and she'll reply "i love you too."

you know that she means it though lol

nsfw below

she is very passionate when it comes to sex

while it can be fun to just go at it, she prefers to slow down and really appreciate your body

she's a sucker for eye contact, she's always grabbing your chin to make you face her

she's a SWITCH argue with the wall

while she loves giving, babygirl also likes to be taken care of

as stated before, she loves your ass

she's always grabbing and slapping it, lightly that is unless you ask otherwise

she's not big on toys other than straps

when she uses her strap on you she can never decide if she wants to do missionary or doggy, usually makes you decide

because in missionary, she can see your face

but in doggy, she can see your ass

usually not very into you riding her, since she feels useless just laying there

riding her face however? that she can get into

but yeah that's all i can think of rn but i can a thousand percent make a part 2 so lemme know if i should

#abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #tlou2

[sweetyluvs]

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

doctor! abby anderson x fem! florist! reader

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: on a soft autumn day, a blonde comes into your shop not quite knowing what she’d like. you assist her, and little did you know you’d be seeing her more often.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: hello! i’m so sorry i haven’t been posting as often. School is starting up soon and i’ve been so busy with this and that and blah blah blah— so i’ve decided to just make a series so i can focus on this until i get to your guys’ requests!! they will be answered, but once i find the time. <3 (not proof read..)

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 - slow burn, soft! reader, nervous abby, modern au, fluff!

the light glow of the autumn sun lightly shining through your flower shops cotton curtains lit the room in a soft way.

low hums came from your lips as you arranged ordered flower bouquets,  the smell of the orchids and baby breath fanning inside your nose gently, the nice scent easing your worried nerves.

your attention drifted from the flowers to the light ding of the bell above your old wooden door, eyes shifting to the entering person.

a beautiful blonde walked through, her muscular physique popping out like a sore thumb— the tight doctor uniform that curved her form was eye catching, luring you in as if you were a moth to a flame.

the sound of the door shutting had snapped you from your brief daze, shaking your head you preformed your customer service smile.

“hello, welcome.” you spoke softly, grasping at the braided girl’s attention. Her blue eyes met yours and an unfamiliar spark of electricity flooded your body— cliche, you know, but.. so real.

“hi..” she replied back in a low whisper, almost as if she was awestruck.

“is there anything i can help you with?” your question seemed to snap her from her own daze, eyelids coating her blue eyes two times quickly.

“oh— um.. yes, actually.” you smiled at her reply, eyes closing softly.

“with?”

“uh, so, i have this friend who graduated 8th grade and i wanted to get him some flowers,” she says, her tone determined.

“that’s sweet.” you giggled, looking away in order to sniffle your way to her, missing the light blush of her cheeks.

“do you maybe have a vague idea of what you are looking for?” you questioned, coming out from behind your counter to make your way to the many flowers around the shop.

“i.. i don’t,” she confessed, rubbing the back of her neck bashfully.

“i’ve never bought flowers for a thirteen year old.” her tone was shy, as if she was embarrassed to admit to such.

“that’s alright. would you mind telling me a little bit about his hobbies? what he enjoys? favorite color?” you inquired, watching as the blondes face scrunched.

“well, he likes sharks. they’re his favorite animal.. he likes to swing on swings, and go on walks.. he likes the smell of baked goods.. and i’m pretty sure his favorite color is blue.” she rambled lightly, smiling dearly at the thought of her close friend. Your heart warmed at the affection on her face, your own smile growing genuinely.

“he sounds like a nice person.” you commented before moving around the stronger girl, her eyes catching your form tightly with each move you made— picking few flowers from special clusters scattered throughout the shop.

Abby couldn’t help but admire your attention to the flowers, the way you thought hard about which one would be perfect. although you’ve never met her friend, she could tell you were trying to create an image of the boy from the very few things abby had told you.

Her eyes trained on you even as you went to the back, disappearing momentarily behind the doors before coming back out.

you hadn’t noticed her eyes on you, too focused on your enjoyment and fulfillment of placing a bouquet for this boy.

“here, tell me if you think this would suit him.” You held out the done bouquet gently— abby’s eyes widening at the beauty.

It was combination of flowers abby had never seen. the different colors and shapes fading together like an orchestra of immense talent. you were incredible at this.

“oh, wow,” abby gasped, her bigger hands wrapping around the end of the mixed flowers. They were covered in a small silk wrap, a tight blue bow keeping them together.

“it’s beautiful.”

heat rose to your cheeks, smiling shyly. “I hope it reminds you of him.”

“it does. although, i’d like to keep it for myself,” she laughed out. “i’m not sure that a thirteen year old will admire it as much as i am..”

her words had your heart doing little flips inside your chest, tummy hugging your insides.

“oh— i’m so happy you enjoy it so much. I hope your friend does as well.”

“me too..” she says, smiling at you. your eyes caught one another’s once again, the air froze with the pounding of your hearts.

Something about her ocean blues had you wishing for more. the sweetness within them was so cute, you weren’t exactly sure what you wanted.

the doorbell once again grabbed your attention, causing you to subconsciously welcome the new customer before turning back to the braided girl.

“um.. that will be $8.45.” you quickly said, desperately trying to ignore the flush of your cheeks.

you watched her formed arm reach for her wallet, fingers delicately taking out a $10 and handing it to you.

“keep the change.”

you were about to protest, claiming it wasn’t necessary— when she spoke first.

“I’m abby, by the way.” she said, of to which you stare at her for a moment.

“and my friend is Lev. thank you for the flowers, miss..” her eyes glanced down to your badge, a small smile lacing her features.

“..l/n.”

you were slow to speak, too flushed to reply; and before you knew it she was out the door, the next customer calling for assistance.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you hadn’t known that the muscular blonde doctor, abby, would fill your mind as often as she had.

her ocean blue eyes that met yours like a key to a lock, her strong build that seemed as if she could carry anything and everything on her shoulders with no problem, her soft voice that had blush rising to your cheeks like a silly school girl, and oh— her kind words about your bouquet had done something to you.

creating bouquets was your passion, your hobby— something you loved with all your heart. To others, they are flowers bunched together with cute patterns; but to you, they say a million more things than words ever could.

they sing songs to you, they whisper words in your ear, they tell you where they go and who to give them to, finding the person they were grown to belong to. Their colors fading together as perfect as the universe and its stars, the sea and sands— two lovers and a kiss.

so when she complained not only your work, but truly saw the beauty of the flowers— it had your heart beating in a rhythm unlike any you’ve felt.

and hence she had taken up the majority of your mind, her features, her words— everything. but, in all honestly, you felt silly. you’d only met her once, and she hadn’t even learned your first name. you knew you’d probably never see her again, which was fine, truly. you were content with the single time words she had said to you.

a small hum of delight slipped past your lips at the comforting smell of your freshly baked eclair snuggled in wrap resting in your palm. the heat of the oven still present on its soft form, the smell of the still hardening chocolate and cold custard seeping from the small hole at the end of the pastry, your eyes gleaming with excitement.

It was a chilly morning, and you’d asked yourself; “what is better than a warm eclair and pumpkin spice latte?” nothing.

so that’s how you got here, rushing through the busy morning streets of Seattle and trying to make your way to your shop, without losing any of your breakfast.

soft ‘excuse me,’ and ‘Pardon me’s’ left your lips with each person you accidentally bumped in your rush, earning nothing but a subtle nod.

alas, the soft beige of your place came to view, windows misty from the cold autumn air.

your doc martens were the only sound on the floor now, echoing off building as you left the horde of busying people behind. You frown, eyes catching onto some flaking paint from your shops outside. You’ll have to get it repainted, which means you have to pull out the funds, find the color, call the guy— too much for your morning brain to comprehend.

you murmured a familiar tune under your breath, pulling out your keys to unlock the door to your shop, the wood creaking and bell ringing above you.

The familiar smell of flowers flooded your morning senses, instantly sending your mind into its common place of content.

you gently shut the door, making your way to behind the counter and placing down your eclair and drink. wrapping your pink apron around your body, tying the string tightly behind your waist, You finally have the time to eat your food.

you let out an excited squeak, laying out the wrapping of the eclair out and gently ripping off a piece of the pastry, which let out hot steam from the warmth.

you popped off the lid to your drink, dipping in the small piece you had. you smiled widely at the sight, blowing a few cool gusts on the sweet before placing it in your mouth, shutting your eyes in satisfaction at the flavor. you hadn’t had the time to fully indulge yourself in the flavor; the warmth— when once again the bell above the door had your attention.

you sigh silently, cursing yourself for not locking the door— but all sideways thoughts crash when your eyes land on the figure walking through the frame.

an all too familiar muscular girl, a long blonde braid falling down her back. You swallowed your bite quickly, wiping off your hands and putting the lid to your drink back on within a few seconds even you were surprised with your speed.

“hello, welcome in.” you said, a soft crack in your voice. embarrassment flooding you for a moment. The blondes eyes met yours, the newly found spark of something unfamiliar tinges in your chest uprising again.

“hello,” she replied, walking up to your counter. you weren’t sure if it was your light morning grogginess, or if she was really so close you could smell her perfume— or was it cologne?

“I don’t know if you remember me? from last week?” she commented, her words making you spiral from embarrassment.

“of course i remember you. i remember all my customers.” you responded back, sending a closed eye grin.

“oh— okay. um.. good,” she huffed a small laugh.

“i— I uh, wanted to say thank you for the bouquet. Lev really likes it. i think he has a kein eye for flowers that i didn’t know about.” she said in a laugh awkwardly, her arms shifting from her hips to your counter, not knowing where to land. you smiled warmly, liking the thought of another flower lover.

“that’s wonderful to hear. I’m glad he enjoyed them so much.” you didn’t quite know what to do with your hands, either. switching from underneath your counter to fiddle with your apron.

the smile that abby sent you was killer.

you could feel your cheeks heating up like the very oven that had baked your eclair. silence ate at the air for a while, abby looking around at the flowers.

“you know, i never got your name.” suddenly feeling self conscious of how your voice would act.

“Y/n.”

“y/n,” she said, testing the waters of how it feels on her tongue. your face warming. “i like it— it’s.. pretty,” abby cut herself off, sending you a smile. “like you.”

you swore your face blew a thousand different shades of red. you’ve never been openly flirted with, her words causing your throat to dry up.

you only stare at her, watching silently as she lets out a laugh to your embarrassment.

the door bell rang, signaling the entrance of the other customers. Your eyes reluctantly bounced from her figure to the entering ones, familiar faces reaching them.

“y/n!” dina yelled, smiling widely beside jesse, before her smile fell and she went pale upon seeing who was at the counter.

“Dr. Anderson?”

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[iiseor]

Abby with reader who makes her world 🌎

Abby who met you during the worst time of her life, she felt sucked into the hard workload being a doctor came with.

She took a leave of absence to "re generate" and ended up switching hospitals to break free from the horrible city environment. She ended up moving into a smaller town that was in need of more doctors — which is how she met you

It was such a cliche, she was touring around the area and strolled upon your beautiful flower store, that had a beautiful girl to match it.

She didn't even want to buy flowers honestly, she just came to look around, but you were so sweet she couldn't resist. Hearing how appreciative you were with every customer made her want to buy the entire store.

you two hit it off quickly, she was working alongside your brother who was also a doctor. You offered to show her around and that's how it all started.

you were so extroverted it comforted her in ways she couldn't explain.

You're quite literally her human vitamin.

Her favourite part of the day is speaking to you. She loves to hear your voice, it makes her melt. unfortunately because of work she can't always call you—but you assure to send her so many heart warming texts throughout her shifts

Y: hi my love 💗💗💗 I hope your shift is going well, remember to eat well and don't stress too much !!

Y: also look at these pretty flowers i just got in 🌷🌷

A: hi sweetheart

A: thank you, everything is going well.

A: and the flowers are just as beautiful as you are

Despite loving your updates throughout the day, Coming home to you is obviously the best part of it all.

if there's one thing she's obsessed with, it's your smile, she loves how easily you smile 24/7 and how genuinely happy you are with life and how it rubs off on others.

Introducing you to her family and friends when she takes you back into the city was so, natural and simple. Everyone adored you, and she fell in love even more when she saw you so effortlessly socializing with them all.

You're just so refreshing to her, everytime she see's you she falls in love more. She sometimes feels like a little kid the way she crushes on her own girlfriend, it's so silly and cute.

another thing she adores is your comfort and affection, her love language is touch, and you reciprocate it so well. she can spend hours just laying next to you, you don't even have to speak.

Your both obsessed with healthcare, you, a little more than her... even though she's a doctor, and muscular, she sometimes forgets health is more than just exercise. Luckily she has you to remind her. despite you being a florist—you prioritize health over everything. Your vitamin collection is honestly impressive and it doesn't take long for u to start forcing abby to take them aswell, Though, she does swear you're the only vitamin she needs.

Speaking of you being a florist, she loves the balance between your job and hers. She loves how stressless your job seems for you, it contributes to your high enebergy that rubs off on her. It also contributes to how gentle and caring you are when it comes to her stress and hard work.

When you two move into an apartment together, she loves how you decorate it with all ur favourite flowers and art. She appreciates your creativity more than anything, it's something she definitely lacked in her life before she met you.

#🫧 sena #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby tlou #ellie x reader #abby x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #tlou #ellie x abby #abby anderson x y/n #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson

[prettiestdolliestgirl]

i blinked and suddenly, i had a valentine

pairing: Mike Schmidt x reader

tags: wholesome, fluff, short oneshot

synopsis: it’s your first ever Valentine’s Day having a valentine and Mike wants to make it the best day possible

-> inspired by valentine by laufey

A/N: i wrote this in a hurry because i really wanted to write a little something for Valentine’s Day so here it is! hope you’ll enjoy it! <3

Mike and you have been dating for a few months now, you moved with him and Abby a month ago, it felt like a dream come true. You never fell this hard for anyone before, you weren’t scared to picture a future with him and Abby. Abby loves having you around and you love playing with her, doing her hair, and making fun of her older brother together while he burns dinner in the kitchen.

Mike never saw Abby be this comfortable with an adult that wasn’t him before and it only made him love you more. He also knew Valentin’s day was approaching and he knows you love romance, Mike doesn’t have a lot of money but he really wanted to make this day special for you somehow. On the other hand, you weren’t expecting anything, you know Mike is extremely tired from working tirelessly, taking care of the house and Abby, he barely has any time to rest. So, because of that you weren’t expecting much, being able to spend the day with him was already more than enough. You’ve always been a hopeless romantic and knowing that for the first time in your life, you were going to spend Valentine’s Day with someone that you were head over heels for felt like the greatest gift you could have ever received.

You wake up to go to work with soft kisses all over your face, you open your eyes to see your lover and his sleepy brown eyes looking at you. You can’t help but smile widely, you don’t recall ever being this happy before. « Happy Valentine’s Day babe » he whispers, smiling back at you.

You get up to wake Abby up for school and you all eat breakfast together. You all leave the house and hop in the car, drop Abby off at school, and then Mike drops you off at work, you kiss him goodbye and get going.

You couldn’t help but think about him all day, you were so distracted that it made your coworkers smile, they were really happy to see you finally get the love you deserve.

Mike got to work and couldn’t help but feel anxious. He wanted to make this day great for you, he even called Vanessa multiple times for advice. She told him that he just had to make you feel special which confused Mike even more but he really wanted to make you feel loved so he decided to do as best as he could with the little money he had saved for the occasion, I wasn’t much but he’ll make it work he thought.

He even arranged his shift so that he could be home before you and surprise you properly and asked Vanessa to take Abby for the night for a sleepover which she was delighted by.

As his shift ended, he quickly got home and assembled a board with all of your favorite snacks on it, he rented your favorite movie and got you a pretty box he got at an antique shop you love. In the box, Mike put pictures of you two together and some with you and Abby, he also wrote a sweet note which was the hardest part for him, he has the hardest time when it comes to talking about his feelings but he always felt the need to tell you how much he loved you. He looked at the hour and got going to pick up Abby from school before that went to the florist to pick up a small bouquet of your favorite flowers and a tulip for Abby. She looked quite happy but she was even happier when he told her he was dropping her off at Vanessa’s for the night. He has a quick chat with Vanessa who reassures him that you were going to love everything he did for you.

Mike gets back in his car and goes to your workplace to pick you up. You wave your coworkers goodbye and hop in the car excitedly. As you enter the car you notice Abby isn’t in it and you ask « Where’s Abby? » Mike answers « At Vanessa’s, I dropped her off before coming.. I figured it could be fun for us to have the house to ourselves tonight » with a slight smirk. You were increasingly excited now, you hadn’t had time alone with Mike in quite a while now and you were undoubtedly looking up to it. Mike drove back home and you sensed that he was quite nervous. You head back home but as you turn around you see Mike with, in hand, a small but tasteful bouquet of your favorite flowers Mike had hidden in the truck. « Mike! You really didn’t have to! They’re so pretty, I don’t even know what to say! » you say. Mike smiles widely in response.

You enter the house and notice everything Mike had planned during the afternoon. You look back at him and can’t even function enough to word anything so you jump in his arms, hugging him tightly. Then you pulled away and kissed his face everywhere, «  I love you so much Mike, no one ever did anything like this for me before » you say as you pulled away from his face. « One last thing, » he said getting the box, « I know it’s not much… but you hope you like it. ». You open the box and a single tear rolls down your cheek, « Mike… I… I love it… I really do » you say, your voice almost not coming out.

As you finished thanking Mike for the 13th time, you both got comfortable on the couch and enjoyed snacks while watching movies cuddled up against each other, you both felt safe and in love. You’re glad you waited this long to have to fall in love because would never want another person than Mike as your first-ever Valentine.

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[cowgirlcherrie]

after the storm. ⚡︎ florist! abby drabble

╰   * a/n: no plot for this either but rather a spin off on my headcanons ! just a little treat for my patient babis who were waiting for more ♡ in simple words this is about happy accidents. . .

song(s) — after the storm. kali uchis & tyler the creator , falling in love. laufey

3:40pm new york. 

Abby didn’t do love.

Although it would be nice and she yearned for it. She wished with the very small penny that she would find in her sage dickies, somewhere blanketed with an old mint gum wrapper and her brown leather wallet in her pocket. Tossing her very last penny into the Washington Square Park fountain wishing for a lover as considerate or even more than her. One to build flowers for and be her muse. 

One to make stockings with around the holidays where she would plant mistletoe around the house, using it as an excuse to merge lips with her lover; and to make floral centerpieces for the family dinners.

Was it too much to ask for?

Abby felt like a late-bloomed flower in comparison to her peers. They were going to wine and dining events with their partners, fancy yachts in the summer, and getting engaged. Everyone was falling in love around her whilst she fell behind and was tormented into watching. 

On this typical, almost mundane Saturday,  the rain flooded down the crevices of the tall buildings hugging the wood and brick of the apartments and offices. Golden Canary taxis beeping as passengers let out screeches rushing to the nearest hut under the rain. Abby stood frozen in her floral shop. Figure in front of the window pane, as she let out cracked whistles through her dry lips, hands in her pockets. The jingling of her keys almost matched the sound of how hard the rain came down. Rocking on her toes, to and fro. Abby being alone for the evening took a number. It was vacant around the shop, the smell of roses, chrysanthemums, and daisies merged together itching at her senses — she could feel a faint sneeze drifting up her nostrils from the dust in the vents. 

She liked the glass windows. Largely panned giving everyone a wide view into the small business, including herself who had gotten nosy at strangers on the concrete. She admired the different people that she would see. The couple where the girlfriend would beg her partner to buy them a bouquet or a rose; The children dug in the crates begging their parental figure for dandelions to make wishes. It was all too pure for Abby, making her heartache at how the flowers brought unity to everyone around her. It was innocent, lovely and made her love her job even more. 

Abby itched at the nape of her neck, swinging her braid to the back as she bolted outside in a hurry to bring the cart of flowers inside as the wind picked up; business was dying down now that people seek shelter instead of enjoying nature. Abby stuck her left foot out kicking the wooden stopper in the door, door chimes ringing as her hands gripped the cart of the flower display. 

Abby underestimated the rain, her body was instantly covered in droplets her black t-shirt clinging to her chest almost becoming uniform with her skin. Providing a roughed, sloppy kiss to every curve and outline of her tender body. Abby let out grunts as she pushed the cart inside having to do it all alone until she heard footsteps. Not slow ones, but rather rapid, almost like the sound of the motorcycles against the pavement, bikers revving up at the stoplight. 

You were in a hurry, and it seemed as though the day couldn’t get any worse. You wanted to cry and bawl up into your bed, holding the sheets so tightly as sobs flowed through you as the serotonin in your body decreased. Tears weld up in your eyes as you run through the city streets, an oversized blazer above your head with some distance as you used it to shield you from the rain. Why me? – you would cry out, thick lashes sticking to the sunken skin of your eyelids as your face grew puffier in tears. That was all you wanted to do. But naturally, you couldn’t find a way to win. Not only was it raining, wet wind smacking your face, but you were going to miss your train because you weren’t moving fast enough. You were through for the evening. Briefly, your running slowed down in front of a flower shop catching your breath, heaving as your hands lowered letting the rain wash over you like a fresh cold shower.

You lost.

And to confirm it, a black Sudan drove by; hitting a pothole, splashing murky rainwater onto your work outfit leaving you drenched and soaked furthermore. Blinking rapidly, a loud gasp echoed behind you, followed by a falling ceramic flowerpot that collided with beige concrete, the sound echoing like an ice machine. Making your head snap to your left seeing a just-as-wet figure, cursing under her breath as her hands gripped the edges of the table.

She seemed just as stressed as you were. Considering the flower pot on the floor with dirt smeared and washing away into the city drains like mascara on a wet face made you wince. Picking up the still intact flowers surrounded by the broken glass.

She looked like she could use some help.

“Hey!” you shouted, but your voice was low compared to the rain that was drowning you out, the girl didn’t answer steadily pushing the cart in between the long rectangular door. “HEY!”

She stopped moving the cart, lifting her eyes up from the cart in front of her. Her lashes were long – her face free of any makeup, a light dusting of rose across each cheek, contoured and sculpted edges, giving her a bronzy look under the summer solstice. It didn’t help that the rain was making it hard to see turning your vision into endless mush. The flowers behind her almost popped out and came to life…full bloom and kissable touch. You were stuck, still breathing…but heavily of course; you zoned out somewhere lost in her ocean of eyes, before snapping out of it at the sound of someone’s car alarm going off on the street.

her tattoos and soft face almost mocking each other at her inquires as a floral shop owner.

Everything got louder almost amplified. Obnoxious noises match your heartbeat. Her lips were parted as she eyed your wet figure up and down. 

“Let me help!” the both of you shouted at the same time. Followed by sweet sweet laughter amidst the rain. 

“No, seriously let me help” This time the woman in front of you was whispering, almost merging voices with the pellets of rain hitting the metal of the table. Blonde hair sticking to the sides of her face.

There was a silent agreement. You put the jacket you were using as an umbrella back on your arms, followed by locking your purse over your shoulder as you reached to the other end across from Abby lifting up the table with the count of 3. The two of you carry the table back inside, this time no spills.

You weren’t sure why but she was like a breath of fresh air, beautiful and in her own world almost as if the heavens planted her there for you to see. It was purely an accident that you stopped in front of the flower shop. Hell, you could have chosen Mimi’s Bakery or that’s vintage! Threading and clothing warehouse but your body chose  Lovestrung Florals. How glad you were that you did, new feelings brewing inside of you as your brain struggled to find the right words. 

The broken flower pot remained, in unity with the concrete hugging each and every crevice of the holes in between the rocks. Going unnoticed by both you and Abby as the two of you worked together, not even catching the single cream-colored rose that was deteriorating under the harsh application of rain. Drowning in water as the petals peeled off and ran down the sidewalk into the city drains, tainted with dark mud; changing like the seasons. The sun begun to peak out embedded through the grey clouds casting a bright glow haze on the busy Soho streets.

“Now let's get you inside, don’t need your beautiful self getting sick now do we?”

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[ellabsweet]

[*ੈ✩] 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐄 & 𝐘𝐎𝐔 • 𝐀.𝐀

synopsis: abby anderson and owen, long time friends and lovers, finally tie the knot, and during the celebration, abby starts a friendship with the pretty wedding florist.

pairing: abby anderson x florist!reader

warning: multiple part series based off the movie imagine me & you so it contains the love at first sight trope, will have heavy mentions of comphet, eventual smut and reader is explicitly a lesbian! some use of y/n but i try to limit it

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘

“I want something that says I’m sorry he’s dead… but not that sorry. He was a dog and you loved him more than you loved me. Can you do a bunch that says that?”

You’re stuck between laughing and sighing, looking through your inventory for subtle grief flowers, whatever those may be. The last customer of the day is always bound to be the hardest, a cheating boyfriend who needs forgiveness, an uncertain last moment gift, occasional odder ones that would go straight into the stories kept to gossip at your friends from an otherwise untuburlent life. You give the woman violets and start loading your company pickup truck as she leaves.

“What’s the job?” Dina from the store next door asks, helping with your boxes of potted flower arrangements, wiling the sweat off her forehead as she does so, the usual bright smile plastered across her face in a familiar warmth you have grown to adore.

“Another wedding, rich people really do love their spring engagements” You chuckle, tossing them out in the back of the truck, hands on your waist with an audible breath as you stand finally facing Dina into your focus.

“Nice couple?”

“Haven’t met them, it’s all about the mother in law” Dina rolls her eyes at that but silently agrees, her own distaste of weddings being duo to her on and off boyfriend’s mother aswell.

“Hey, me and Jesse are going out later, wanna come with after your ceremony?” You nod happily at her, her surprise being caught off guard making you laugh as you climb onto the front seat, hands ready on the steering wheel, you exchange a few more pleasentries and promises before you are truly on your way, feeling uncomfortably underdressed already by the pantsuit you barely had time to put on nearly stained by dirt around the heels.

You stare around the venue’s outdoors as some well dressed men come pick up your arrangements and spread them across the place, it doesn’t take long before you spot who you assume to be the groom amongst some family members well spread out. Staring briefly down your clothes and running your fingers through your hair to tame it pretty you walk towards him, arm extended forwards for a handshake.

“Are you Owen, the groom?”

He nods uncertainly, taking your hand and his as a little girl tugs on his suit, excessively calling out his name in effervescent curiosity only known to an eight year old girl, bubbly in all her existence, you smile down at the child, nearly distracted.

“Hi, I’m y/n, I did your flowers”

“Well I wouldn’t know a nice flower from a poke in the eye, but I’m sure they are lovely, yeah, thank you!” The girl wouldn’t stop as he spoke, the words Owen Owen Owen please still echoing.

“Owen I have a question, please!”

“Not now, Olivia!” His mother scolded but the guy still smiled warmly, kneeling down to her height level in good familiar fashion and asked her what it was, bright eyes becoming brighter.

“Owen, what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?”

“It never happens” You chime in istinctively, regretting it the second you do so as all eyes fall on you, yet you continue for the sake of the child’s curiosity “If there's a thing that can't be stopped... it's not possible for there to be something else which can't be moved, and vice versa. They can't both exist. You see, it's a trick question… is the answer.”

“Can she sit with me?” Olivia asks enthusiastically making you laugh as she grabs onto your hands and bombards you with new questions, like why is the alphabet in that order.

“Flower girl is hot” Ellie speaks to Owen as you are out of sight, his hand coming up to his face to press against his temple as he sighs looking back at you utterly entertained by his sister “I got a vibe from her, she’s a lesbian for sure, you think she’s into me?”

“I think she didn’t even look at you” Owen points out.

“Yeah, well, by the end of this she’ll be into me”

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God and in the face of this congregation to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.

Abby takes a deep sigh. She’s ready, she thinks, grasping onto her father’s arm while the song echoes her through the aisle. It has been a long time since she has had all eyes on her in this manner and it wasn’t exactly a comfortable feeling as it once felt, uncertain whether to look straight towards her future husband, at the ground to not trip, or towards her guests. She glances at Owen for a moment, his smile brightly unfaltered and immediately regretted it with a weird feeling in her stomach. She turns to the guests then, smiling around at familiar faces and finally, she sees you, and you see her. You see her. You see her, she feels.

Something else replaces the anxiety in her stomach, and it feels oddly like the fluttering wings of a butterfly. Her heart speeds up and her palms get sweaty, rubbing against the white fabric of her dress, she’s self conscious in a different way, a raw way. Her smile sends you shivers. The moment passes sooner than it began as her steps quicken towards Owen. She can’t shake the feeling something has changed. A divide.

taglist: comment if you’d like to be tagged on the next part!

#abby anderson x reader #the last of us fanfiction #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson #lesbian #abigail anderson #abby x reader #abby x fem!reader #imagine me and you

[softdykellie]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ motion sickness part i | ellie w.

next part here

PAIRING: modern!ellie x fem!reader

SUMMARY: having grown up together, everyone knew eachother in jackson. when a brooding newcomer owner to a tattoo shop comes along apparently charming her friendly florist neighbor things seem to take a turn.

WARNING: alternative universe! purposefully all lower case. multiple part series. not a very eventful beginning as ellie’s relationship with reader is slow burn but i promise it will evolve.

WORD COUNT: 716

the entire town of jackson had stopped on its tracks to peek into the blacked out windows of what used to be cat’s bakery, an exciting guessing game at every arrival of trucks unloading black leather chairs and tall unopened boxes that according to jesse made heavy noises to the shake. the owner, whoever they may be, haven’t made their way to the building yet, and all pointed towards a newcomer. jackson wasn’t used to those.

“you think it’s a woman?”

“i just hope they’re hot” dina says, getting in response a subtle glare from jesse as she poured whiskey from her expensive cabinet onto your cup. it was always on the house for her best friend, a near prayer for bankruptcy.

you chuckled before clinking your glasses together and taking a long sip to avoid the topic you knew awaited you by the way dina raised her eyebrows suggestively, squinting her eyes towards the bar’s furthest corner where abby anderson, former basketball star and current police chief, downed her own drink. the woman never wore her hair down and was an apparent fan of uniforms, having once used religiously her numbered jersey and now eternally in dark blue slacks. once upon a time there had been something between you, if you could call it that: a drunken kiss at a frat party after a winning game, all nerves and eagerness, tongue and hands. years later, dina would never let you live it down.

“i’m just saying your love life is about as interesting as jj’s and he’s two years old!” she whispered agressively before whistling for abby’s attention “oi, anderson! c’mon let us in on the secret, what’s the new shop for?”

“didn’t take you as a gossip, dina”

“well then you clearly don’t know me enough! entertain us, we won’t tell”

abby seemed to think for a minute, glancing between you and the empty bottom of her cup. with a sigh she walked over from her seat towards your spot at the barstools, the smell of fresh mint and citrus radiating off her. under the dim lighting her blonde hair still shone - nearly sparkled - at every ray, inevitably, you stared until she smirked. another bitter whiskey sip.

“some asshole’s tattoo shop” up close, that was when you took note of her bruised hand, red knuckles still somewhat clenched up. it suddenly made sense why the stoic figure was seen day drinking at her job, something to numb the pain without looking weak. still, everything seemed unlike her. hot-tempered. dina asked bluntly what you found yourself too stunned to ask: “what the fuck anderson, you punched the newcomer?”

her eyes were on you again, pale blue like a stormfront, searching your expression. abby anderson was a different kind of beauty, ragged around the edges, rough and sharpened. everyone guessed college would straighten that out of her, ivy league scholarship with the rich and powerful far enough from jackson you’d think nostalgia was a disease amongst the trophies and gpas. no one could bare look her in the eye since the career ending injury that lead her to come back, besides you. she figured that’s what kept her enthralled; not being a walking failure to at least someone in her hometown.

your staring match as over before it fully began. a swing of the door echoing bells throughout the establishment. jesse straightened his back, ready to serve, dina fixated on the hand still, abby looked down and you turned your body towards the entrance. 5”7 and fully tattooed at every visible corner of skin besides her face - oh that face - right eye stained in swollen purple. she looked no one in the eye besides dina.

“one beer please”

she caught your eye for a second, taking you in under her shuddering gaze in such precise detail you were sure all the lines and dots connected into the paiting of your face had made themselves a maze under microscope. she searched for something in you, a reaction, you barely even noticed how your breath had hitched until you ran out of air. her hand slowly reached towards your face in what appeared at first to be a cheek caress, before she tugged a leaf from behind your ear, stuck to your hair.

“you must be the flower shop girl. hi, neighbor. i’m ellie.”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #the last of us #tlou #ellie x fem!reader #modern!ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie fanfiction #softdykellie #abby x fem!reader

[nor-4]

Scott Street

Part three

Part two

Mike Schmidt ft. Childhood lover Reader.

Abby have always admired this one flower shop near her school, sometimes they give away free roses which is so adorable for her. So everytime before entering her school she decided to walk inside just to meet her bestfriend who is a florist there.

"Hi (y/n)!! I missed you, i just draw you last night look!" Abby said as she showed her drawing to you, as you smiled at her from being proud of her work. "That looks so lovely abby, you know what since i know flowers will only die on this hot weather. I will give your flower after your class dismissed okay?" You said to her as she nod while she admire you take care of the flowers.

"Anyways here take this before you go" You offered abby two candies which she happily get as she bid her goodbye.

Everytime you see abby it always remind of you especially when you were with mike, you used to be joyish as if there's no more tomorrow to laugh.

"Hey.. Still thinking about him?" Your mom asked as she noticed you being quiet while staring at the pink flower infront of you, Dianthus was your favorite flower mike used to get you one every sunday before church.

"Huh... No!" You denied as you leave to go inside while your mom chuckled since she knows well you missed him.

As for mike he is not done zoning out this day light. He needs to find a way of finding you before he start going insane.

"Man you are going insane. You wouldn't stop zoning out, you need to seek your doctor." jeremiah said while he shook his head out of reaction while mike just sat down there sighing. "You still trying to find that woman?" Jeremiah asked since he knows damn well how love sick mike still is even though it's been a decade passed.

"I just know i will find her, i feel it." Mike replied staring at the table thinking of a way how to start his finding, "You're sick." jeremiah sarcastically said.

Mike stood up to get a lunch still thinking about how to start everything while waiting on the line, "The usual?" the cashier said as mike just nodded.

Mike looked around the mall while waiting for his order as suddenly he saw a familiar figure, he knows he saw you. He ran into the crowd where he saw you leaving his order.

"hurry up cory!" You said to cory as that man stairs at you while his eyes were tweaking, "Oh come on don't give me that look." you told him seeing a glimpse of his eyes move already told you that's his eyes are tweaking.

"Okay I'm sorry, it's just this thing is so heavy." cory complained even though all he did is drag the boxes of flowers around as if it's his bag when he was elementary.

As for mike he knows he saw you, but when he reached to the crowd you were gone. He swears he saw you wear the same dress as your old favorite dress.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike afton #mike schmidt x you #fnaf movie #mike afton x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson x you #josh hutcherson

[lolasimms]

a lots gonna change pt.11

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change.

Feel free to send asks regarding the series!

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"Thanks baby." You reach out to Abby, as she hands you a sandwich container from the office’ cafe.

"No problem, I've missed you so much." She sits beside you on the couch and drops her head down to your stomach. Caught off guard you laugh and stroke her head causing her to groan in delight.

"Abs we literally saw each other yesterday." She lifts her head and smiles at you, peppering kisses all over your face.

"A few hours without seeing my girl and I'm driven crazy, I need to be with you at all times." She smiles at you, as you open your container and look at her lovingly.

"If it makes you feel better, I missed you too." You lift your sandwich to you mouth and take a generous bite and hear Abby groan again.

"I'm getting really horny baby"

"I'm literally eating a sandwich, how could that possibly turn you on?" You drop your food and glance at her in disbelief.

"I don't know, everything you do turns me on"

"You're such a lover girl" you say, bringing her hand to your mouth and placing a kiss on her knuckles.

"So, can I come over tonight, finally make that dinner for you and Lila that I promised." You sigh placing your container onto the coffee table and leaning towards her.

"Not tonight baby, Ellie's coming over. We have a thing going on." You immediately feel her tense up and shift uncomfortably.

"What kind of thing?"

"Lila's class is putting on a play, so we're taking her out for dinner and then going to watch it."

"You didn't tell me Lila was doing a play, I would've loved to come see it."

"Its not a big deal, plus each kid is limited to only two tickets." She turns to you smiling and brings you into her arms.

"It's fine honey, just tell Lila I'm wishing her good-luck okay?"

-

Ellie wanted to look as good as she could for you. She wanted to impress you tonight and prayed that all went well. She wore a pair of black slacks and a navy blue dress shirt. Her hair in its usual half up, half down style. She'd even ironed her clothes and spritzed on the cologne she knew you loved so much. She grabbed her keys, locked up and headed to the florist.

She was aware that your favourites were carnations so she grabbed a bouquet of those, and for the Star of tonights show, she picked up a mini bouquet of white roses. She had some time to kill and figured she'd much rather prefer to eat in at the dining table of your place like a real family, rather than go out for dinner. With the food in her hands and the flowers tucked underneath her arms, she was knocking on your door an hour early.

"Hi Ellie" you smile as you open the door. You wore a pair of blue jeans and a milkmaid top. Ellie had to curse herself for staring at your boobs too long.

"Oh hey, you look nice." She let's out and you smile and walk her inside.

"Thanks Els" she flinches at the nickname you used to call her, but she doubts you'd even registered that you had said it.

"I got you these, and I brought some food, figured we could just eat here." You're taken aback when she hands you a bouquet of carnations, your favourite.

"Thank you, this was very thoughtful of you." You take the flowers and place them in an empty vase, as Ellie sets the food on the kitchen island. As you're filling the vase with water, you hear the familiar pitter patter of feet hitting the floor.

"Momma" Lila runs into the kitchen, hugging Ellie's legs and squeezing her.

"Hey baby, are you ready for tonight?" Ellie lifts Lila into her arms, kissing the child.

"Mhm, I've been practicing in my room." She smiles and you can't help but smile too. She'd been practicing all week long, making you hold the script while she tried to master her lines. You were so proud of how seriously she was taking this.

"Good job baby, can't wait to watch you tonight, I got you a present but you can get it after the show" Ellie glances towards the bouquet of white roses and Lila squeals. Immediately she runs and grabs the flowers sniffing them.

"Lila, momma said you can have them after the show, not now." You speak and she simply rolls her eyes.

"Im not taking them, just smelling"

"Okay well let's set them down and wash our hands before we eat, we should be leaving here in 40 minutes" Like clockwork the two of them follow your orders, washing their hands at the sink and then walking over to start eating.

-

"Lila I thought you said it started at 5?"

"No we're meant to get here at 5, but parents come in at 7." She grabs her bag as you walk her towards her schools theatre building.

"So I just drop you here and wait two hours?" You question as she lets go of your hand, about to make her way into the doors.

"Mommy it's just two hours you can wait in the car." You curse yourself and prepare for what you were expecting to be the most awkward two hours ever.

-

"So we have to be here for two hours while they prepare" Ellie asks in disbelief and you nod.

"According to Lila yes" you you glance outside the parking lot and their seems to be other parents parked and sat in their cars.

"Well shit, just builds the anticipation for the show I guess." Before you can reply you let out a harsh sneeze, and then another, and another.

"Shit, do you have any tissues?” You ask Ellie, covering your nose in embarrassment.

"Glove box" she mumbles and you're shocked at what you see. Immediately she's reaching over trying to stop you but it's too late.

"Oh my god Ellie" you smirk as you hold up a ziplock of blunts, immediately she turns beet red.

"Give me that y/n” She smiles but you pull it away before she can grab it"

"Can we smoke this?" You don't know what had gotten into you, but you knew this was the only thing that would make the next two hours alone with Ellie bearable.

"You sure?" She smiles and you nod.

"Fuck I guess we're getting high at our kids school"

-

Getting high before watching a play filled with 5 year olds wearing beards and dressed like grown adults was a mistake. Big mistake. The two of you couldn't stop laughing and the parents sat next to you were starting to catch on. Each time a word came out of the children's mouths you and Ellie couldn't stop laughing. It was so bad that one parents sat in-front of you had to turn around and shush you. When Lila came on however it was worse, the two of you were cheering, clapping and whistling, pissing off everyone in your vicinity.

"I think they're on to us" you giggle and she nods.

"I'm hungry"

"Me too"

Seeing as Lila wouldn't be on for another few minutes, the two of you made your way out of your seats and headed outside of the auditorium to find a vending machine. You were sat in-front of the machine while Ellie tried to get it to work and surprisingly enough it had. She had splurged on packs of m&ms, skittles, a bar of snickers and a kitkat. As soon as she had thrown some into your lap you were gorging your mouth with the sweets.

"Mmmm" she groans as she takes a humorously large bite out of her snickers bar.

"Give me" you lean over and bite the rest of it and she snorts loudly. Causing the both of you to erupt in a fit of obnoxious giggles.

"I think we're great parents, like we deserve a parent of the year award" She says as she reaches into your bag of m&ms and takes a handful.

"I agree" you smile.

"We should probably head back inside, or Lila will kill us"

-

Mommy, Momma!" Lila comes running up to the two of you in her costume. The two of you crouch down to envelop her in a joint hug, so proud of her.

"You did so good baby, these are yours" Ellie says as she lets go of Lila and hands her the promised bouquet. Lila squeals taking it in her hands and jumping with excitement.

"You were so good baby, we're proud of you" you take one of her hands in yours and begin leading her out of the building. Ellie trailing beside the two of you. As soon as you'd made it out of the schools parking lot, Lila was fast asleep. The poor thing was probably exhausted and honestly so were you. Despite dreading today your night with Ellie was funnier than you'd expected it would be.

As you got into the drive way, Ellie had offered to carry Lila to her room and you were more than happy to accept. You grabbed her bag and bouquet and rounded the car to unlock the door. You took a seat on the couch as Ellie ascended the stairs with Lila in her arms. For a second you wondered if this was what it would've been like if the two of you had never separated, if the domestic bliss would be this light and happy. You were brought back to life when Ellie came up behind the couch, tapping your shoulders gently.

"She's asleep, completely knocked out" She rounds the coach and takes a seat next to you.

"Good, you gonna pick her up tomorrow or want me to drop her off?" You question, it was Friday tomorrow meaning she had Lila for the weekend.

"I can pick her up, whatever's most convenient for you" She smiles and her leg leans closer to yours.

"I had fun tonight, didn't expect I'd ever get high at Lila's school but it was fucking hilarious." You turn looking at her with a smile and she does the same.

"Me too, probably the most eventful day I've had in the last 6 months" In all but two seconds she's leaning forward capturing your lips in a kiss. You accept it for a brief moment but then pull back.

"Ellie I'm sorry, we can't"

"Why not?" She leans forward, staring deep into your eyes.

"You know why." You lift off the couch and she takes this as her cue to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She says as you let her out the door and close it shut.

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[munsonsfairy]

florist abby anderson 🌷🫧🧚🏻‍♀️👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼✨🥡🫐👼🏻

@cowgirlcherrie read florist abby: after the storm ⋮ headcanons <3

this started as an abby anderson moodboard but turned into one about my girlfriend and i. 😭 she does the whole shoelace thing and is very much a plant mom <3

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