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can’t stop thinking about abby. it’s an addiction, and i’m okay with that😇

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Abby the day after I fucked, ate and rubbed her pussy raw

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Content: Friends that like each other but are too dumb; a little bit of fluff and tension.

July, 2039

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 - Weird tension

You and Abby had fallen asleep on the couch on your side of the room, the one you found months ago, and convinced Max to help carry back to base, just like your bed. It faced the window, letting you watch the sunset and sunrise, as well as the first soft rays of morning light right on your face, waking you up instantly.

Abby was already awake, reading. Your legs were tangled together, both of you in the pyjama pants you’d found and washed. Yours were pink, and hers were dark blue.

“Good morning,” she said, eyes still on the page.

You stretched, surprised the two of you had spent the whole night there. Abby’s hair was already tied back in her usual braid, meaning she’d probably been awake for a while.

“Did I sleep too much?” you asked, running your fingers through your own scalp.

Abby shrugged. “Not really.”

One hand held her book while the other rested on your ankle, her thumb slowly tracing circles on your skin. You looked from her face to her hand as your heart started thudding in your chest.

There it was, those small touches you loved, but that always made you feel a little nervous. Abby noticed it too. Internally, she asked herself why the hell she did it, but pulling away would seem strange, so she made herself keep going. Not that she minded (she liked it).

“You made me wear these stupid pants in the middle of fucking summer,” Abby said. “I nearly died of heat stroke.”

You scoffed. “Hey, I didn’t force you. You wore them because you wanted to.”

She finally looked up from her book, locking eyes with you like she always did when she wanted to challenge something you said. Her eyes looked too damn beautiful.

You couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at your lips, quickly glancing away.

“That’s what I thought,” Abby whispered, her voice still rough from sleep.

You wanted to curl into her. Was that weird?

You shifted, sliding your leg off her lap and resting your head on her shoulder, peeking at her book. This was normal. Totally normal. You’d done it plenty of times. This time was no different.

Abby shifted too, adjusting so you were more comfortable, then gently rested her head on top of yours.

Your hair smelled so good.

"I'm glad we have patrol together", you say.

"Yeah, me too"

Your eyes danced through the words of her book.

"Are you okay?" She asks

"Yeah. I mean, I'm nervous.....and scared...."

"It will be okay. I will be there. Manny too. Nothing wrong is going to happen."

You agreed, as images of that kid from last month returned to your mind. You didn't know his name, or his favourite colour..

"Bitches!" The room's door opened in a bang and The room'a door opened in a bang and Max's voice erupted. "You better get the fuck up!"

She jumped over the stairs and made her way to the front of the couch.

"Is someone dying?" Abby asks, closing the book while you take your head away from her shoulder.

"Not yet! There's a fight in the cafeteria!"

You frown, getting up. "What do you mean?"

"To be honest, it looks more like a duel. But you gotta see that shit."

When you and Abby arrived at the cafeteria, accompanied by Max, you spotted a few people standing, some shouting, and others simply watching, tense, as if waiting for the moment the worst would happen.

“Owen?” Abby said, recognising him among the people standing. “Why didn’t you say he was involved?!”

Max didn’t have time to respond because Abby was already walking quickly toward the group, leaving you behind with your roommate. You sighed and kept weaving between tables and chairs, receiving curious looks from those who were still seated.

“Seriously!?” you shot Max a disapproving look.

“What? I didn’t think it was important,” she defended herself, but that clearly wasn’t true, judging by the small smile on her lips.

“You know how things are.”

Abby approached, observing the argument, and exchanged a glance with Mel, who looked stressed and far from pleased to see her there.

“We don’t kill children!” was the first thing you heard coming from Owen’s mouth as you got closer to the confrontation.

“And we let them kill ours?” Robert, a man you weren’t particularly fond of, and the one you call a fascist.

He was short, stocky, with a thick moustache. You didn’t know much about him, as you always avoided spending too much time around him, but you did know he was ex-military, not too surprising considering half the people in that base had some sort of military background.

“If we despise them, we can’t afford to behave like them,” Owen continued, while Mel gripped his arm, anxious to get him out of there. “It’s barbaric!”

“That’s life, my friend. You weren’t even born and I was already fighting in Afghanistan. I’ve seen plenty, and I know exactly what happens when we try to be the good guys. These days, mercy is a rare currency.”

Owen filled his chest with air, like the anger in him couldn’t fit inside it.

“Let’s just go, please,” Mel pleaded, tugging on Owen again, but he resisted.

“You’re just animals like them!” Owen spat.

“Careful with your words,” Robert warned.

“I’m not pointing a gun at another innocent kid!”

“None of them are innocent.”

“That’s bullshit!”

“You either do what you’re told or you get out.”

“Owen…” Mel pleaded again.

“Listen to your chick, you’ve whined enough.”

In one swift movement, Owen turned and charged towards Robert. Everyone stepped forward by a pace or two, frantic voices rising, trying to stop it, but Abby was faster, pushing Owen back by the chest.

“Don’t even think about it!” Abby said, then opened her arms slightly, assuring everyone she had it under control.

People stepped back a little. You yourself had moved forward without realising, but you didn’t pull back, stayed where you were, because the subject of the argument was making you anxious.

“We’re stuck dealing with kids at the end of the world,” Robert muttered, and slowly his eyes landed on you. “You get it, don’t you?”

Every pair of eyes followed Robert’s to meet yours. You held your breath beneath the subdued attention.

“What?”

“Heard you killed that kid. The one who fucked up Anita’s knee.”

Silence. You felt your chest tighten and all the air vanish. Owen and Abby were both looking at you with different expressions.

“It was self-defence,” you said, keeping your voice steady. You’d lived there since you were a baby, so you knew better than anyone that neutrality and calm were the best responses in any confrontation.

“Yeah, but you saw what that kid was capable of. Did you see any empathy in him? Because I don't see it in any of them. That boy would’ve killed you and felt proud.”

“He was a child.”

“And in a few years, he would be a man, and he would be the same person. You and I both know it.”

You could feel the judgment in the stares of everyone listening. What had happened hadn’t been spoken about because you’d made sure it stayed a secret.

“That’s enough,” Abby said, turning to Owen. “Let’s go before Isaac shows up.”

People began to scatter, including Abby, who was guiding Mel and Owen away. Before following them, you glanced once more at Robert, a chill running through you.

“What the hell happened?” Abby asked both Mel and Owen, who were walking tensely.

“He can’t keep his mouth shut,” Mel grumbled.

“How could I stay quiet in front of that prick?!”

“Not everything deserves attention! Arguing with him leads nowhere!” Mel snapped.

You were walking a few steps behind, struggling to keep up. “Abby,” you called, but she kept walking between the couple.

“He wants to kill kids! How is someone like him even a general? This place is a joke,” Owen said.

Mel stopped abruptly, making everyone halt. “This place gave you shelter when we had nothing,” she said, eyes wide. “This is a place where we’re safe. It’s better than anything else, even the Fireflies!”

Silence. You remained still, a few steps behind.

“Nothing’s going to be perfect!” Mel continued. “It’s awful that there’s a group of lunatics trying to kill us, and yeah, even the kids have to die. But fuck, Owen, it’s us or them! That’s life. There’s no other option. And you... You’re never satisfied. You’re always looking for a reason to start problems.”

“Mel…”

“Don’t get involved, Abby,” Mel snapped at her, eyes wet with anger. Then she resumed walking alone.

Owen sighed, rubbing his forehead, and gave Abby a faint smile before jogging after his girlfriend.

“Abby!” You called her again before she could follow them. “Let them…”

Abby looked between you and the couple walking away.

“Let them sort their shit,” you asked again.

Later, you and Abby were in the jeep on your way to another day of work. Manny had asked what had happened, and it had fallen to you to offer a vague explanation, since Abby remained silent and stayed that way for the entire ride.

You wanted to shake her, violently. But you'd made a promise weeks ago not to get involved in her mess with Owen, even if you couldn't understand why she'd suddenly shut down.

She hadn’t even asked if you were okay, considering what Robert had said and the fact that this was your first time outside the base since that traumatising encounter.

Was it selfish to feel hurt by that? You just felt like she always defaulted to Owen. And now, out here again, rifle in hand, you felt alone.

In a real crisis, would Abby choose Owen over you in a heartbeat?

You inhaled deeply, trying to push those thoughts away.

The jeep pulled up behind a row of trees, parked in the shade. Another jeep pulled in beside yours. Altogether, you were a group of eight. You split into two teams of four, each heading in opposite directions.

This was a civilian zone, outside the old FEDRA perimeter. Which meant it was probably crawling with infected and looked exactly like it had been left after the Outbreak.

Not a vital location, but if the goal was to reclaim the city and make it habitable, you had to start somewhere. Clearing these areas was step one.

Manny led the way, cheerfully chatting to Eliza. She was his age, and her father, a former army officer (shocking), was now one of the WLF generals.

Eliza carried herself like someone who had grown up under discipline: spine straight, eyes forward, no unnecessary chatter. Not the type to fall for Manny’s charm. Which only made him try harder.

You walked a little behind, practically on your own, accompanied by the ghost of Abby. If she wasn’t going to speak, then neither were you.

Everything was quiet, thankfully, and that helped you stay calm.

“We’ll start here,” Eliza said, eyes on a printed map with several buildings marked in red.

“All in one go or we split up? Could do pairs…” Manny winked at her.

“Together,” she answered flatly, ignoring him. “We don’t know what’s waiting in these places. First up, the library. It’s the largest structure we’re clearing today.”

It wasn’t large, but compared to the rest, it qualified. Just a small branch library for this part of town, far from the city centre.

You scouted the perimeter, then regrouped at the entrance.

“No alternate way in,” Eliza confirmed. The front door was barricaded from the inside. “Anyone else see something?”

“Nothing,” you said.

“We could smash a window,” Abby suggested, one of the first things she’d said in more than two words.

“There’s one open up there,” Manny pointed.

Second floor. A jagged hole where a window used to be.

“A bit high,” Eliza noted, narrowing her eyes.

“I’ll climb,” you offered, feeling their eyes land on you. “Remember, Eliza? We used to do parkour on base and ended up stuck in your dad’s office on lockdown?”

Eliza allowed a rare smile to crack her serious expression.

“Yeah. You think you’ve still got it?”

“Please... don’t make me laugh,” you grinned, slipping off your pack and handing it over.

Abby took it before Eliza could.

“Seriously?” Abigail asked.

“Relax.”

You stepped onto a bin, then grabbed the drainpipe, praying it wouldn’t give under your weight. You scaled it quickly, balancing on the narrow window ledge, confident in the strength of your grip.

Below, the group watched. Abby’s knuckles whitened on the strap of your backpack.

“This was a mistake,” she muttered.

“She’s got it,” Eliza said simply, like she’d seen you do this a dozen times before.

And she had. There was still so much about you that Abby didn’t know. Even after all this time. You’d lived in the WLF longer, arrived younger. She’d shown up at nineteen. There were entire years of your life she hadn’t seen.

You disappeared into the hole in the wall.

Now, they had to wait. Wait while you navigate god knows how many corridors, maybe god knows how many infected.

Abby bit her lip. She didn’t want to doubt you. But what if something happened? What if you panicked?

The silence was suffocating.

“How long should we wait?” Manny asked. “And how long is too long?”

Eliza pulled another folded sheet from her rucksack: a floor plan of the library.

“She needs to go down this hallway, cut through here, take the stairs down, and reach the main atrium.” Her finger traced the path on the paper.

“And if it goes sideways? How do we get in?”

“We smash the door in with the jeep,” Abby said without hesitation.

“We need an actual plan,” Eliza replied, but Abby snatched the map from her, holding it up to her face.

“That is the plan. Unless you’ve got something quicker?”

Manny raised an eyebrow, glancing between them.

Meanwhile, you were making your way carefully through the library. The air was so thick with dust it scratched your throat, and all you wanted to do was cough, but you couldn’t. Everything was silent and seemingly empty, but you couldn’t risk it.

You remembered being younger, still a teenager, dreaming of the day you'd get to go out on patrols like the older girls, thinking it’d be cool. Now, after years of doing it, there was nothing you wanted more than to be back inside the base, safe, worrying about whether the socks you'd just washed were yours or Abby’s.

The damp was nauseating, but you had to focus. No room for anxiety now.

Stepping through a corridor, you spotted the staircase at the far end of the next hallway. You pressed forward, weapon raised. As you passed an open door, a flicker of movement caught your eye.

Inside, a lone infected staggered about, head twitching in those slow, jerky motions that made your skin crawl. Your eyes widened, and every possible outcome played in your mind.

Do you run? Keep going? Kill it? Shoot? Too loud. Knife, then. Or... close the door?

You exhaled quietly. One step forward. You holstered your gun, one hand going to the knife on your thigh while the other reaching slowly for the door handle. You breathed through your mouth, eyes locked on the creature’s back. Quiet. Just close the door. You could come back later, when you weren’t alone.

Then, hearing a click from the right, you turned your head slightly.

Another infected. No, two.

The door creaked.

“Shit.”

You slammed it shut and drew your pistol, firing at the charging infected. One dropped, but the other didn’t stop, so you sprinted straight at it, dodged its claws, and drove your knife into the base of its skull.

You kept moving, now hearing groans and snarls echoing from all directions. This was what you hated most, the illusion of silence. They were always there, hiding.

Descending the stairs, you saw the main door blocked by furniture and shelves. No way you’d move all of that fast enough.

Panic clawed up your spine. The infected were getting closer.

You jumped the last few steps and dashed to the barricade, pushing a desk aside, kicking chairs out of the way, but the shelving unit was too heavy.

“Fuck!”

You fired at the oncoming infected, bullets flying.

Outside, the sound of gunfire reached the others. They rushed to the door, shouting your name. Abby was already slamming her shoulder into it, but it wouldn't budge.

“Should I get the jeep?!” Manny yelled in panic.

Abby kicked the door hard, then punched the rotting wood with the heel of her hand.

Eliza and Manny joined her, landing solid kicks against the structure.

“This isn’t helping,” Eliza snapped.

Your legs trembled. The panic rising made your throat tighten. What was wrong with you? You weren’t like this. You used to be solid.

Then, through the noise, with no infected in sight, you summoned every ounce of strength and shoved the bookshelf. It crashed down with a thunderous crack. You climbed over the fallen furniture, tried the handle.

It wasn't working. You started kicking the knob.

A guttural snarl echoed behind you: A Clicker.

You dropped back down and bolted up the stairs, heart pounding. It had come out of one of the side rooms. You fired, but there was no time to aim. You just had to run and trust your friends to break through.

Abby's heavy boot smashed through the bottom of the door, and she tore at the broken wood, ripping pieces free with sheer strength, punching lower, creating a breach.

“[Your name]!” she shouted the second she was in, eyes wide, scanning.

Infected were everywhere.

“Manny, left!” Eliza commanded, voice sharp and precise. “I’ll take the right. Abby...”

But Abby was already gone, charging upstairs, knocking infected to the floor with fists and point-blank shots to the head. Gunfire echoed from above. She didn’t know if it was yours or Eliza’s.

Left or right?

A loud crash echoed to her left.

“There!” she shouted back at Eliza, who was still in the main hall.

Abby burst into a wide room filled with bookcases. She saw a figure darting between them with the unmistakable click of a clicker, followed.

“[Your name]!” Abby shouted, hoping to draw it away.

She caught sight of it darting between two shelves, so she fired and missed. Shit. She ran after it, but a falling bookcase nearly crushed her.

“ABBY!” Your voice cracked through the air just as the clicker lunged from her right, tackling her.

She struck it hard, slammed it against the shelving, but it kept coming. You fired, hit its neck and shoulder, but the bastard didn’t drop.

Abby stumbled and fell, giving time for the clicker to throw himself on top of her. You appeared out of nowhere, slamming a chair leg into its skull. It collapsed, dazed, and began to crawl toward you.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Abby growled, grabbing its slimy ankle. She stabbed it in the head, again and again, until it stopped twitching.

Both of you were panting, you more than she. Your throat felt tight, and tears stung your eyes.

“Hey.” Abby got up and gripped your shoulders. “Are you okay? Were you bitten?”

“I’m gonna be sick…” You stammered.

“It’s alright. Look at me, you’re alright. It’s over.”

Eliza and Manny burst in.

“You two good?” Eliza asked, already scanning the room, eyes falling on the clicker corpse.

“Madre mía…” Manny muttered, nudging the body with his boot. “Ground floor’s clear. Not much down there.”

“We just need to clear this level,” Eliza confirmed.

You were still breathing too fast. Abby reappeared in your line of vision, kneeling in front of you.

“Did you hear that?” she said gently. “Just one floor left.”

“Yeah. I know.”

You forced yourself to take a breath. And then another.

“I’m fine. I’m okay.”

Abby didn’t let go of your shoulders. Her eyes scanned your face. The concern in her gaze was almost palpable.

Cleaning that floor wasn’t hard. Now familiar with the layout, four people were more efficient than one.

You forced yourself to pull it together, still shaken by how panic had been creeping into you during recent patrols.

You hated feeling weak and unstable. You hated how every time you used your gun, images of that boy would appear in your mind.

Abby always kept you behind her.

“I can handle it,” you muttered at her, but it was no use. The tall girl always ended up stepping in front of you.

As you left the library, Manny pulled a spray can from his backpack and painted a green X on the door, marking the building as cleared.

He even drew a small, discreet dick in the corner, making Abby laugh.

There were still two more buildings left.

“We should come back to that library one day, grab some books,” Abby said as she walked down the weed-covered road.

“It’s a bit far from base.”

“We’d be quick.” She winked at you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

The next building was a regular apartment block, also one of the larger ones. Below, it must’ve been a bakery or a café.

After checking the ground floor and packing up a few useful supplies, you all headed upstairs to the flats.

You each chose one to sweep through. Everything was strangely free of infected, so you entered flat fourteen and stopped in the doorway. Something felt different in the decor; it was more alive, more chaotic.

There were shoes scattered across the floor, and the sofa had cushions and blankets left as if someone had just been lying there.

The dust and the musty smell were the only clues that no one had been there for a long time. The whole place felt frozen in time.

In the kitchen, you filled a gym bag with various tins of food. The cupboards were full, and the fridge still had Tupperware containers with food, leftovers, now decomposed and reeking. It was only when you closed the fridge that you noticed the magnets.

There was a photo of two women, held up by a heart-shaped magnet.

There were magnets of dogs, cats, countries, and rainbows.

Only then did you look at the framed pictures in the living room and realise they were all the same two women, even one where they were kissing.

You bit your lip, tears blurring your vision.

You stepped toward a corkboard on the wall near the entrance dresser and read a post-it note:

“If you get home and I’m not here, I went to the gym. There are leftovers in the fridge. Love you.”

You sighed, the breath escaping in a sob. They were a couple. They probably left for work that day and never returned.

There were no keys anywhere. They never ate those leftovers. Maybe the woman never even made it to the gym.

Maybe… they never saw each other again.

Their love was frozen in that flat, a place they never returned to.

You wiped your tears with the backs of your hands and decided to check the bedrooms and the bathroom.

When you were standing there, back to the door, staring at a framed photo on one of the bedside tables, examining every feature of those women’s faces, you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned, and there was Abby, standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair, those blue eyes, that mischievous smile and stupid jokes.

You couldn’t bear the thought of losing all of that.

“What did you find?” she asked.

“Food.”

She scanned your face “Have you been crying?”

You glanced at the bed, searching for the words to explain what you felt.

“A couple lived here… two women.”

“Oh…” was all she said.

“They went to work and never came back.” The lump returned to your throat. “Maybe they never saw each other again.”

Your voice wavered at the end.

“It’s a beautiful home. Cosy,” Abby said. “They were happy.”

You shook your head. “I want to be happy too.”

Abby looked at you, surprised.

A thousand interpretations crossed her mind, but she couldn’t find the words.

You stepped out of the room, followed by Abigail. Now standing in the living room, you admired everything once more.

"I wish I could have a house like this", you say

"It's not impossible", Abby says, dragging her finger over the dust on top of the old TV.

"Leaving outside the base is a suicide attempt"

It's true, and Abby knew it, that's why it took her some minutes to find something to say. "You will find someone you love, and you two will find some place like this...Away from everything"

You stared a her. How could it be so easy for her to say stuff like that?

After sweeping the rest of the building and spray-painting another X, you all moved on towards the last one.

The lump in your throat remained, now joined by a weight in your chest.

You tried to imagine that the women in the flat had found each other again in the QZ and died together. You tried to picture their life in that home, what it would be like to live with the love of your life.

Your eyes drifted towards Abby, walking ahead of you as she chatted with Manny.

You stared at her back and imagined returning to base, and after dinner, after showering, putting on your favourite pyjamas and reading in bed, with her next to you. You’d laugh at something stupid, then turn over (because you can only fall asleep lying on your side) and you’d feel safe and calm, just knowing she was there behind you, just like every night.

You’d fantasise about turning and holding onto her, sleeping like that, but you’d never do it. You’d never do anything that could risk ruining your friendship.

Abby was too vital to you.

And the thought of going out on patrol and never seeing her again left you with a sharp pain in your chest.

You recalled what happened in the library. What if something happened to you? How would Abby react? Would she be as devastated as you would if it were her? Were you as important to her as she was to you?

Those intimate touches at night. The inside jokes. The times she helps you with panic attacks, or when you stay with her when she has nightmares about her father. The connection. The eye contact. Every one of those things means something, you know it does, but would it mean the same for her?

Back at base, you were eating a burrito for dinner in the infirmary while Mel checked over the cuts and bruises you’d picked up during the day.

You told her everything that had happened, while she shared the dramas from her day in the infirmary along with, of course, the gossip.

Apparently, some guy had been injuring himself on purpose just to come into the infirmary and secretly shag one of the nurses on one of the gurneys.

It felt good to indulge in some harmless pettiness after a day of near-death experiences.

“Are you telling me I might’ve been lying on their shagging bed?” you asked, appalled.

Mel laughed. “Maybe.”

You chewed the last bite of your burrito and leaned your head back with a sigh. Your entire body ached.

“I’m sorry about what happened last month… with that Scars kid,” Mel said suddenly.

You looked at her, surprised. “Oh, um… thanks.”

“I imagine that must’ve been hard.”

“It was… but, better that than living someone else’s war,” you replied, unsure whether you believed your own words.

Mel went quiet for a moment, staring off at nothing. “Sometimes I think about being a mum, and I feel guilty. No child should be born into this world.”

“Every world will have bad and good things. We only complain about ours because we know there used to be another.”

“That makes sense... And you? Do you ever want to be a mum?”

The question hit you out of nowhere. You’d never truly considered it. You wouldn’t want to do it alone, but then Abby’s face flashed in your mind.

A chill ran through your stomach.

No. You couldn’t imagine something like that with your friend.

Your friend. Friend.

It was wrong.

“No, not really,” you replied quickly.

The door to the small room where Mel worked opened, and your heart gave a small jump. It was Eliza who walked in.

“Hey,” she greeted with a gentle smile.

“Hey.”

Eliza gave Mel a quick smile, stepping closer to the bed where you were lying. “So, our professional climber is still in one piece?”

“Almost,” Mel replied with a laugh.

“As far as I know, there weren’t any problems on that front. I was always better than you,” you replied, and felt Eliza rest her hands on the edge of the mattress near your leg.

“Unlike you, I was afraid of my dad,” she shot back. “He never told you off because he had a soft spot for your mum.”

“Ugh, no, please don’t remind me.”

“What!?” Mel exclaimed. “General Stuart!?”

Eliza had brown hair tied into a low ponytail. Her face was round, just like it had been when she was a child, when everyone loved to pinch her cheeks. Her small, brown eyes were close-set and round, giving her a sweet, childlike appearance. Eliza hated it. She worked hard to earn the same respect her father had, but her looks were often the biggest obstacle.

“After that, (your name) nearly fell all the way down, let’s not forget we were at the top of the stadium! She nearly died, and I’m the one who got yelled at by my dad,” she rolled her eyes, as Mel laughed, clearly entertained by the story.

“Hearing things like this is so sweet,” Mel said, smiling. “I love knowing what things were like before I got here. Growing up in this place doesn’t sound that bad. Maybe I do want to be a mum after all.” She winked at you, and you gave her a nervous smile.

“I’d love to be a mum,” Eliza agreed, looking at you with a soft smile.

You and Eliza had grown distant over the years, but the truth was, between the ages of ten and thirteen, the two of you had been really close.

“Do you remember when we made those friendship bracelets?” Eliza asked, resting one hand lightly on your wrist.

“Hmm, yeah. They broke after, like, three days.”

“That’s right! Such a shame, I really loved those.”

“You could always make more,” Mel suggested, wiping her hands on a rag.

“That’s true!” Eliza lit up. “What do yo...”

She was cut off by the creak of the door. Abby was standing in the doorway, one hand on the handle. You straightened instinctively.

“All done?” you asked Mel quickly. She nodded, and you carefully slid off the bed.

“Can you walk?” Eliza asked.

You smiled a yes, and walked over to Abby, who followed your movements with a neutral expression. After saying goodbye to the others, you and Abby walked side by side down the corridor in silence.

“Friendship bracelets?” Abby asked.

“Silly stuff. I used to be obsessed with beads,” you explained.

You turned the corner and started up the stairs towards the living quarters.

“It’s not silly. It’s actually kind of sweet,” Abby said. “Having a friend to do that with.”

“You didn’t have friends in the Fireflies?”

Abby shrugged. “None close enough for that, I guess. And Owen wasn’t exactly the bracelet type… Maybe my dad would’ve done it with me.”

Talking about Abby’s father was rare, but when it happened, you always gave her space to speak, never pushing, but showing you cared.

In the room, Abby sat on the bed while you picked up the pile of clothes scattered across the floor.

“Were you and Eliza close?” she asked.

“Sort of,” you replied, tossing two shirts into the laundry basket. “Why?”

“No reason. I just… don’t know much about you from back then.”

“My teenage years were a pit of shame.”

She laughed with you. “I doubt they were more embarrassing than now.”

“Hey! Are you saying I’m embarrassing?”

Abby shrugged, fighting back a smile.

Your mind drifted back to old memories and the weight of everything that had happened today. You watched as Abby loosened the laces on her boots, and Owen came to your mind. The way she had run to him, concerned, leaving you behind.

“You know… Eliza was my first kiss.”

Abby’s fingers froze mid-motion, and her head lifted slightly, her blue eyes fixing on you. Silence filled the room for a beat too long. The words had slipped out without your permission.

“Hm. Okay?” Abby let out that sarcastic little laugh she usually reserved for others, then looked off to the side. “Good for you, I guess?”

You took a deep breath, suddenly self-conscious. “I thought you wanted to know more about my teenage years.”

Abby didn’t answer straight away. She just yanked her boots off and pulled the sheets over herself.

“I’m tired,” she muttered the final words of the night, before her head sank into the pillow.

Note: 👋 Hii. I'm sorry. I think this part was so mid. Aaaa, I struggled a bit, but this was essential as a bridge for the next steps on their friendship.

Anyways, feel free to comment on what type of scenarios you like and make you kick your legs ihihihihi

Take care!

Tag-list: @mellowtheoristkingdom @mxmsuki @lia-winther

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hi, do you plan on continuing your poppy war fic?

Hi! Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. I didn't see your message! I plan to continue the fanfic, but I have been a little discouraged from writing it.

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rival doctors abby and ellie who have hate sex in the resident quarters. they can’t fucking stand each other, yet they can’t keep their hands off one another — ellie, her short nails leaving soft pink lines down the taller woman’s back as she holds on for dear life and abby, a frantically moving hand between ellie’s legs, dripping with her slick.

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Okay, I was scrolling and bumped into a bunch of hate against xreader fanfics :( What's wrong with it?

I honeslt write with "you" because I want to give to the reader the same comfort I feel when I try to imagine what it would be like to be friends with this character or shit like that, because life sucks sometimes, we all want to forget about the world and relax.

I understand if you don't like that style, but why are you all so mean :(

Why are you putting down someone for their preferences? Who just wants to disappear and imagine themselves somewhere else with their favourite characters?

If you don't want to read about it happening to you, then don't read, right?

I gathered courage to post my works, and I'm so happy with the little praise it got, but now, reading your free hate, I'm anxiously sitting in my bed, overthinking, not just about how it affected me but also about all the people that must be feeling small and bad for liking these type of content.

There are literally so many horrors happening in the world, so much hate and lack of emphaty, and yet, some of you just do exactly the same thing :(

What's the point of complaining about wars if you spread hate for free like that?

Let's try to respect each other? If an xreader fanfic is respectful and is not harming anyone, why bother to post about how cringe or stupid it is?

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wrote something inspired by this pic by @absofus on twitter

mouth - sun

canon ellabs, straight up angst with a little bit of tenderness. touches on abby's trauma from the rattlers. wc: 619

Ellie’s bleeding. She is too. Too many places to count, wounds opened, re-opened, hatchwork across bicep and cheek. She used to know where all of her scars came from. 

Elle’s shoulders lean into hers. Not so much a hug as a collapse, not able to hold herself up anymore.

Abby’s too tired to fight. She never wanted to fight her. She just wanted to go. She wanted, maybe, for Ellie to get in the boat—a different boat, not hers, not with Lev—and trail at a distance. Maybe they would wash up on the same shore. 

Now Ellie breathes against her, her knife somewhere forgotten, water rushing sand to cover it quickly. It’s up to her waist and the tide is rising, cool and salty. Ellie’s practically in her lap, giving more and more of her weight, slick on her cheek from blood and something else, tank top soaking through. The copper stain swells.

Abby shouldn’t let her do this. She shouldn’t want to hold her, but her hands move of their own accord, around her back, finding tensing, aching flesh, pulling it against her own. Skin salt against her forehead and mouth as she tastes Ellie’s shoulder. She knows Ellie is no danger to her now. Not like this.

Ellie doesn’t cry, but her mouth moves quietly, opening and closing, gasping for air. Sucking it in until she can’t hold anymore. Not really meaning to, Abby finds a knot in her back between her ribs, and when she presses, Ellie sobs. 

Shudders. Sinks deeper, giving more, and Abby holds her closer. 

“I’m— I— I—” barely words. Trying to say—what, an apology? She’s sorry? She hates her? She didn’t mean to? 

“Just don’t,” Abby says, half to soothe, half to hurt—there’s nothing she can say now to undo this. 

Ellie pulls away from her, and this is the first time Abby has really seen her face. Tears wash blood away over freckles, and it’s worse than Abby thought, and she knows that Ellie is seeing her—sun-peeled skin, sunken cheeks, her hair, her fucking hair where they—

Mouth — sun?

Abby feels the sun, and it doesn’t hurt this time. It’s something warm and seeping, something that tastes metallic, moves against her lips, it’s Ellie’s lips, Ellie’s hands, Ellie’s weight pressing into her and not trying to drown her but trying to pull her up by anything she can hold onto. 

Abby lets her, lets herself feel this, doesn’t have the energy to fight it. Doesn’t want to. 

Ellie’s fingers roll through her hair, finding tension, finding give—they sink in and grab until her scalp stings and it’s just like how—

She yanks herself free. Gasps. “Don’t.” She doesn’t let go of Ellie or push her away. “Don’t ever do that.”

That tight knot in her chest threatens to unwind. She needs it there. Holds it close because it’s all she has. But when she kisses Ellie again, it softens. Only a little. 

Ellie doesn’t touch her hair. Hands dig into Abby’s shirt, rough, and that she can take. Make it hard touch. Make it hurt like it’s supposed to. They move more like fluid, more undone, Abby tugging her hips, moving up her sides, thumb sinking against softness that makes Ellie tense and then whimper like she needs it there. Ellie’s nails biting skin. 

They both lose it—first Ellie, then Abby, going still. Abby tries to find it again, but Ellie’s body is loose, cold, ungiving. They are both so, so tired. 

Ellie doesn’t complain when Abby carries her, like Lev, to the boat. Cradles her. Lets her slump down, facing away from him. Ellie watches, allowing. Easier, this way, with one boat, and now three of them, heading for land.

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Taglist: @gardengnosticator @smellslike-updyke @ellies-moth-to-a-flame @cinnamonstrr @elliemulate @arabellyn @abbysreal-wife @winestainedwhiskers @thenameissnix @enmauchimaki @rareanduselessbird @justanotherabbystan @glass-apothecary @hostileplanets (reply to be added or removed!)

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Content: fluff; Friends that like each other but are too dumb; Abby and more Abby

June, 2039

Pt. 3 - Afections

You were sitting on your rooms floor, Your back against your unmade bed, feeling your hands shake slightly against your will, when the door opened and closed.

"Dumbass" Abby's voice reaches you, together with her strong footsteps.

She went down those couple of stairs to your side of the room and stopped, staring at you.

"Did you really need to hide in here?"

She is joking, using that usual voice tone for moments when she is unsure about what to do.

"What happened?"

You really didn't want to speak, not because you were mad but because it felt like torture to make a sound. Any vibration seemed to make your anxiety worse.

"The usual" you manage to say.

"Which one"

"Don’t make me talk, Abby" you ask and the silence lingers.

You focus your eye's attention on the animals down there through the window in front of you. You loved them, the cows and the shep, they were so simple yet sometimes difficult to deal with, but it was the kind of trouble you feel grateful for having.

If nature is your biggest problem then your life is good.

"Nick told me you were out there and..."

"Maybe I should change positions" You interrupt her "And work on the farms"

Abby frowns. "You would hate cleaning their shit," she smiles, trying to strike one in you.

But It doesn't work.

"Better then having to kill a fucking kid" you say, in a monotonous voice tone.

You feel Abby's eyes on you, waiting for more explanation, but you can't, so you just bite the inside of your cheek.

"So, Nick said you encountered Scars and it all went to shit" Abby says "What happened?"

"Nothing"

"Why don’t you talk to me?"

"Because I don't want to!" You raise your voice. "I dont want to remember what happened"

Abby notices your shaking hands and looks again into your eyes. Glossy. You want to cry, but, like usual, you are trying too hard to block it.

She crosses her arms in front of your chest. "Get up"

You roll your eyes.

"Get up" She insists "You know what's going to happen if you don't"

You sigh, annoyed, blurting a "for fuck's sake" before aggressively getting up from the floor.

"Here, happy?"

"{Your Name}...." She calls your name softly.

Your eyes avoid hers, looking everywhere. Your hands find your arms whose skin is picked by your nails, a sign that you are either nervous or anxious, maybe both. Abby keeps her eyes on you, knowing it will eventually break you.

It took a while to figure out how to make you open up to her, after a lot of insults from you. Abby hates it in some part, because she always cries like a baby in front of you, melting instantly, but you are built like a rock.

She wants to make you melt too, so she repeats your name, gently, again and again before she starts to see the tears forming in your eyes.

"You can tell me. You know that. I'm here" she says.

A knot forms in your throat. "I...hm...I...the kid tried to....you know" a tear falls "he tried to ....so I ...shot him. On the head"

More tears fall and you hug yourself, still avoiding your friend's eyes.

"Then my hands started to shake and I.....I lost it."

"You had a panick attack?"

You nood, fast, trying to controll the huge wave of tears that were threatening your voice.

"I killed a kid, Abby I...a fucking kid for fucks sake. I killed a boy" you start to rumble, scratching your arms like your skin was bothering you.

Abby's hands flew to your wrists "Hey, hey...I know, I know" and she squeezed them, pulling them off your arms. "I'm sorry that happened. It's alright, you didn’t mean it. Unfortunately, it is the most common thing around here."

"It shouldn't be"

"Yhea, but....think that maybe you did a favour to that kid. He is at peace now, and not hiding away with hammers and wars"

You swallow, anxiously trying to find some relief on Abby's words, but the sensations on your body where corrupting your thoughts, disseminating panic everywhere.

"I feel sick" you cry out.

"It is just the anxiety" Abby says, but she knows dam well your fear of vomit is something irrational and extremely overwhelming.

"I feel so sick, Abby ...I'm scared." Your hands began to shake again under Abby's grip. "I'm so scared....Abby....Abby.."

"Shhh, I know. Breath in and out, it is not real"

Your lower lip trembles. Fuck, it is so rare to see you like this, Abby's chest tightened.

"Abby..." your voice breaks "What if I..."

"Nothing is going to happen" She says, with a determined tone "Come here"

As you feel your friends arms around you, you let yourself cry out the panic. Abby smeels the same, pine, so familiar.

"Everything's fine, nothing is going to happen" She repeats like a mantra, just like her father used to say. Like she wished someone had done that to her after his death.

But now, she had someone she wanted to protect, and it gave her a sense of comfort.

The next day, Abby was at Isaac's office, frustrated.

"She is too good. We need strong soldiers out there, strong, " Isaac repeats himself.

"Fuck that" Abby says "She did enough. You have a lot of strong soliders. Put her on the farms, she will be useful"

For some reason, Abby couldn't bear the thought of you out there again, dealing with shit that had nothing to do with you and ending up like last night.

"She will remain on ground coverage, end of story"

"I can take her shifts!" The girl exclaims

But Isaac just sighs.

"Is this friendship going to bring me trouble?" He raises his voice "There’s already you and Owen. Now, this?"

Silence.

"You better focus on your responsibilities, Abby, or do I have to intervene? I need loyal soldiers, not brats. Are we clear?"

Abigail stares at him, feeling the anger rise up and down her chest.

"Yes, Sir"

She had no other option.

"Good."

It was unfair. So unfair. Abby walked down the hallway with strong steps, frowning so deeply that people moved out of her away faster than usual.

She never cared for the injustices of the system Isaac had put up, but she was alone before and her goal occupied all the space in her mind.

But now, you existed. Your friendship started as something casual but it developed to something stronger, even tho Abby didn’t like to admit it.

You became an essential part of her life, like you have always been there in the first place.

"Hey Abs," Owen's voice makes Abby stop on her tracks.

There is only two people on that place that call her by the nickname her father used with her: You and Owen.

Him because he always did, and you because you started using it naturally, with such care and happiness that it actually gave Abby some sense of familiarity she hadn't felt in years.

"Hey" Abby says, turning around.

He stared at her in silence for a couple of seconds. "Bad day?"

Abby sighs, nodding with her head. "Isaac's being a dick"

Owen scoffs. They walk together with their shoulders bumping on each other. Too close to Abby’s liking, but she can't resist.

"It really sucks," Owen says after hearing what happened to you.

"Yhea, I'm really scared for her"

"She's a big girl. I'm sure she will be able to handle herself"

"She will, but...He could give her a break. I don't understand why he refuses"

"I mean, no one should receive special treatment"

Abby looks at Owen with a frown. His words were too direct and too brutal.

"Why are you being so mean?" She asks, automatically stepping away from him.

"I'm not trying to be mean. I just understand that if Isaac starts making favours like these to everyone, people would take advantage of that. He needs to give everyone the same treatment and opportunities, and that's on us to manage it"

Abby keeps staring at him, up and down, judging his words, trying to understand if he was being serious.

"Gosh, don't look at me so suprised!" He complains, with a smile.

"For someone so liberal and unhappy with your life, you sounded like a true loyal fucking soldier" The big girl crosses her arms in front of her chest, making Owen roll his eyes.

"C'mon Abs, I may be unhappy, but that doesn’t mean that I don't understand what Isaac needs to do to maintain a place like this functioning"

"So it is okay to ignore his soldiers' struggles?"

"No, but keeping this perception in mind helps me to not freak out. Like, I'm the only one who can make my life easier. " He opens his arms a little, like it is the quote of the year,"Maybe it can help {your name} too"

The girl remains in silence, digesting it, while he observes her. It's been a while since they had spent proper time together.

"You two are inseparable now" He comments "Is she that good of a friend?"

"What type of a question is that?" Abby laughs.

"Is she better than me?" He teases, bumping his elbow on hers.

"You are such an idiot" Abby says, just a tease she always does to him...like old times.

"Alright, but answer me. Do I have competition?"

"Holy shit Owen " She takes some steps foward, challenging "Are you jealous?"

He scoffs. "Please. I know nobody is better then me"

"Careful, your girlfriend may interpret this wrong"

"Always using the girlfriend card, uh?"

Both let out some laughs, like old friends catching up. But it wasn’t like that.

Owen was feeling weird, he hated it, how jealous he actually was because before you, he was the only one deeply close to Abby, but suddenly you appeared out of nowhere.

He had a girlfriend. He liked her. He and Abby were past now, it didn't work. But he hated the feeling of losing Abby. He hated that maybe you making her feel the way he used to make her feel.

However, he doesn't really hate you. He actually respects you, for being able to crack Abby open.

"She's weird, in a good away" Abby says, quietly "she makes me feel less alien, and she is also cool to be around"

It was a very short version of what Abby could actually say, but she didn't feel comfortable telling Owen about it.

"Good. That's good, Abs"

Later, after work, Abby entered the cafeteria that was buzzing with voices and laughs. She approached the usual table with some food, sitting by your side.

"That's why there's no really true Americans" Manny was saying, with his mouth full of food.

"Of course. We all are a mix of communities ...or nationalities, if you want to call it like that." You speak, giving Abby a quick smile.

"But if you were born in America then you are American" Nick says, sitting by Manny's side.

Abby nooded to some people passing by. That place was full, a little unsual, but maybe it was summer lightning up people's modds.

"Yes, but we sre discussing the blood argument. Like, what the fuck does being a pure American mean? Being white and dumb? We are a mix of people from everywhere. Oh, we are descendents from...shut up. Even cow's shit goes on the equation" You argue, angrily shoving some rice into your mounth.

Abby arches her eyebrown. "What hell are you three talking about?"

"Your girl here is throwing her intellectual knowledge at us," Nick mocks you, throwing a bit of rice at your arm.

"I'm just communicating the facts," you defend yourself. "You know, some of us actually read books, not just patrol schedules. STOP THROWING THE RICE AT ME GOD DAMMIT!!"

Manny and Abby laugh. "We heard Robert say some problematic shit earlier," Manny says. "She is calling him a fascist," he points at you.

"And isn't he? Oh wait, Nick, do you know what a facist is?"

"You are so fucking funny, aren't you?"

Abby's gaze stays on you, admiring the smile adorning your face as you tease Nick. It was so good to see you alive again. Your version from last night had nothing to do with this fierce and stubborn girl. Your eyes were shinning.

When she turns her head back to her plate, she notices Manny staring with a grin.

"What?"

"Nothing"

After eating, Abby slapped your arm slightly, signaling for you to get up and get out of there.

"Are you sleeping on her room again?" Manny asks, making her look between him and Nick awkwardly.

"Yhea?"

"Just checking. If I'm lucky I will be able to bring that nurse with me tonight" He blinks at Nick who laughs proudly at his friend.

In your room, your roomate, Max, was already sleeping, so you and Abby layed down on your bed, reading your books in silence by the lamp's light on the bedside tables.

After half an hour, you two put away your books and turn the lights off, staying in the silence of the dark, laying on your sides, staring at each other.

"How was your day?" Abby whispers.

"Good, I guess. Maybe just normal. And yours?"

"Normal as well"

You lift your hand, tracing the sides of Abby’s arm, like you do so many times.

"Can I braid your hair tomorrow?" You ask

"Sure"

Your fingers dance on her skin, building that nice sense of comfort in Abby's chest. She closes her eyes for some seconds, enjoying the feeling.

You drag your hands up her face, tracing the lines of it with your fingertips, slowly, feeling every inch, every curve of her nose, every bit of texture. Then, you slip one finger over her lips and she is quick to bite you.

You laugh, covering your mouth with your other hand to muffle the sound.

"Idiot" you whispered, and the only thing in response was Abby's muffled laugh.

Suddenly Abby's fingers are on your face, doing the same thing. It was not the first time, and probably wouldn't be the last. You two didn't know why you were doing it, it just felt too good to stop.

You closed your eyes as well, like if you focused enough, Abby could feel all the love you felt for her with her touch.

When her fingers reached your lips, Abigail was expecting some revengeful bite, instead, you kiss them, gently and lightly. She doesn't react, just stays there with her hand, and you kiss the knots on her fingers again, and again.

It was during nights like these, in the dark of your room, when the two of you would perform acts of affection, like it was natural. The limits of friendship didn't seem to exist, or maybe you two just didn't need it. Deep down, you wanted to share this kind of intimacy, and doing it with each other seemed...right? None of you judge the other, and together, you slowly explore, crossing the line step by step, without saying a word about it.

However, It was so confusing to you. On one hand, it happened too naturally and it felt too good to need to name it, but on the other hand, questions would rise.

Was this wrong?

Suddenly, you join your toungue, licking her fingers and making Abby pull them away. You muffled another laugh as Abby makes indignation sounds.

"Ew!!" She laughs "you are so dead"

You feel her hands grabbing you and her body coming closer so you scream silently, fighting Abby away but failing miserably, receiving her toungue licking your cheek in a pretty nasty way.

"Abigaillll!!!" You complain, using the sheets to clean your skin.

"Someone got what she deserved" she mocked you.

Abigail loved these nights, where she felt so free and careless. Without any pressure, any responsibilities or drama. It was just the two of you, laughing around, feeling good.

She never really questioned these acts of affection. At least not yet.

The two of you drifted into sleep, still tangled in the warmth that lingered after your playful clash.

In the morning, you woke up naturally, with your eyes opening slowly as though stirred by a breeze.

It was rare, but this morning, your body felt truly rested. Abby was still sleeping beside you, unmoved by the world, so you stayed still, listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing.

Her hand, as always, had found its way towards you in slumber, reaching, half-curled, almost touching. Did she know her hand sought you, even in her sleep.

So, you took it quietly, weaving your fingers with hers, tenderly, careful not to wake her. Her hand was so broad, calloused by the weight of life’s demands, but still pale and oddly delicate in your grasp. You thought, for a heartbeat, about kissing her knuckles again, but the thought drew too much of the world back in, and so you stayed still.

Everything, in that moment, was perfect. Despite all the violence you had to face every day, Abigail somehow made it all feel distant.

You smirked quietly to yourself. Manny truly did deserve a life changing head in for bringing her into your orbit.

With a sigh, you nestled just a little closer, forehead resting against her shoulder and her hand still curled in yours, now resting gently against your chest.

It felt so good.

Suddenly, Abby’s body shifted in her sleep, rolling towards you, and in one smooth, unthinking motion, she wrapped herself around you, pulling you tight like a child clutching a stuffed toy.

You froze.

Never had the two of you slept like this before. It was… intimate in a way you hadn’t dared imagine.

But Abby didn’t stir beyond that so it must’ve been an accident. Of course it was.

You tried to shift but Abby weighed like a fallen tree so you surrendered with a sigh, already spiraling through the thoughts of how impossibly awkward this would be when she woke up. Yet the heat of her body was an inviting weight. Your eyes began to flutter closed not out of sleep, but surrender, and gently nestled your face against the curve of her neck.

God. She smelled so good. Like something sweet and quiet.

Like the smell of a newborn soft and innocent and warm. You knew that scent. You’d once held a baby in the maternity wing of the base. But Abby also smelled like sunlight.

You’d only seen the sea once, on a rare warm morning where the waves met a meadow strewn with tiny white flowers the kind used in chamomile tea, you’d later learned.

She was that exact memory: brightness and breeze. And here you were, face buried against her skin, drowning in the scent of home.

Minutes passed like mist. Then, slowly, Abby stirred.

Still heavy with sleep, she shifted. Her brow furrowed faintly when she realized her arms were around something. She looked down and found you tucked there, but she didn’t jolt or pull away. She just yawned, adjusted her limbs, and let her eyes fall closed again.

How could this not mean something to her?

“Good morning,” she mumbled, voice cracked with sleep.

“Good morning,” you whispered into her neck.

“Sorry. Rolled right over you.”

“It’s fine.”

She shifted again, the weight of her arm draping back over you. “You’re so warm,” she said not annoyed, “I should get up, but you’re making it really hard.”

You laughed, though something cold unspooled in your belly. “You’re the one who tried to smother me in your sleep.”

At that, Abby deliberately collapsed her full weight on top of you just long enough to make your heart spike in panic. Then, with a smirk tugging at her lips, she rolled away and sat up, leaving you alone under the sheets.

She stretched, her long, sun-worn hair cascading down her back.

“Have you been having any nightmares?” you asked.

“Nope,” she replied casually, already rummaging for her usual pants.

“So I’m officially anti-nightmare,” you teased, making Abby turn to shoot you a playful grimace.

Once dressed, she ran her fingers through her hair in a quick sweep. “Weren’t you supposed to braid this?” she asked.

“Hell yeah. Come here.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, and you moved behind her, kneeling, your fingers already parting strands with practiced care. You started the tight, perfectly symmetrical braid she wore every day, and if done wrong, could break the day before it even began.

You day unrolled separately. Isaac wanted to catch up with you, witch made Abby nervous, while she was sent to the medical wing to help to carry boxes of new found stuff.

It was boring, but definitely better then going outside. She was not in a mood for that.

"So, how's the married life been?" Max, your roomate, asked.

Max was a very versatile girl. She could be doing anything. Teaching children how to read, fixing the jeeps or helping with an amputation. Somehow, she had multiple jobs, and today she was giving a hand together with Abigail.

"What?"

"I'm just kidding," She smiles. "I just noticed you have been sleeping a lot in our room"

Abby puts down a box with a loud bang. "Yhea, I mean, It is better then sleeping in the same space as Manny"

Manny was always the best excuse.

"Mhm, I see. If I had a very close friend I would probably have sleepovers every night as well. I guess I understand"

Abby noods, hoping it to be the end of the conversation. Oh, but she does't know Max.

"Actually" She goes again, opening a box and taking a bag of something Abby doesn't pay attention to "I can't spend that much time with my friends, I always need some alone time to recharge, ya know? However....I don't mind being with my booboo everyday"

"Your what??" Abby blinks, confused.

Max laughs. "Your face is so funny. Booboo is what I call my....crushes? Boyfriends? Girlfriends? Romantic interests? My special person? You know, that one person we can't get enough of"

The way Max is smiling, like she knows something or is accusing Abby of something she can't quite grasp.

"Right...yhea...I guess" Abby says, not sure what to say or even think.

"Don’t you get tired of {your name}?"

"Hum...No?"

After putting down one more box, Abby realizes Max's smile is even bigger.

"You are acting crazy, dude" Abby notes, looking her up and down. "Stop smiling like that!"

"Do you know {your name} likes girls?"

"What the...yes, I do, Max"

"Hmh. I'm just checking. I have had some friends like that too, you know, close friends. But we always ended up making out"

And with that piece of information, she grabs some medical stuff and turns around, happily disappearing through a door.

Abby stayed behind, frozen in place, realizing just now what Max was trying to imply.

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Note: It's been hard to express my ideas into English. Sorry if some parts are more developed than others. And sorry for the mistakes.

@lia-winther

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Good morning Ellie

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I’m no good, I’m rotten to the core

I love my baby and all her inner demons. I’ll fist fight them for her 🥰 also less bloody version ⬇️

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The Obsession.

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Content: fighting, fluff, friends that like each other but are too stubborn to act on it

June, 2039

Pt. 1

Pt. 2 - Thunder

You slammed the old door shut, the sound echoing throughout the empty, abandoned house.

Not even the rain that was pouring down outside could muffle the frustration with which you pushed against the wood. Meanwhile, Abby walked to the center of what must have been the living room, soaked to the skin, taking off her backpack and letting it fall to the floor, as if it weighed the weight of the world.

You followed her, frowning, without saying anything.

"Let's stay here. When the sun comes up, we'll go back to the jeep," Abby said, her voice distant. You hated that voice, it made your blood boil in your veins.

"So, that's it?" You threw the question out, knowing she would look at you, frowning.

"There's nothing else to talk about."

"Oh, sure." You let out a sarcastic laugh. "Typical."

You took your own backpack off your back, loosening your coat right after.

"Typical? Is that what you're going to say?"

"I just think it's ridiculous."

"Don't fuck with me. What's ridiculous is your childish attitude."

You threw your coat on the floor. "Yes, because going after a guy who has a girlfriend is very mature."

You saw Abby's chest rise and fall, with those blue eyes, now darker, staring at you with all the anger in the world.

"He is my fucking friend! I just care about him, he has been acting weird"

"Yeah, I've heard that story."

" This is none of your business."

"I've always been told that friends look out for each other."

"Looking out for each other isn't sticking your nose in my business!" Abby yelled.

The rain picked up, pattering beneath the roof.

The two of you stared at each other, your hair plastered against the skin of your faces. You were cold, tired, and your chest hurt. You hated arguing with Abby, and you hated even more how she would push you away when it suited her best.

"You're right, Abby. My bad " You say sarcastically, turning around and kneeling down to search for a snack in your back pack.

Abby stared at you, unsure of what to say, her lips pressed into a straight line. She hated arguing too, and she hated even more the way you said her name, the one everyone uses, so banal, as if she were just a fellow patrol partner.

Abby turned around and went to check the rest of the house, so she wouldn't have to be in the same room as you, suffocating in the silence and tension.

Meanwhile, you ate the cookies Anna from the cafeteria had made for you, and took off your sleeping bag, laying it on the floor. You looked at Abby's backpack, forgotten there on the floor, and thought about laying it down, like you normally would, but you blocked that thought.

You knew a lot of people at the base, but you didn’t have any real friendships with anyone. Abby was the only one you let your most authentic self out with, without fear of judgment. Where you felt safe, and where you could lie in bed next to her, scratch your asshole and smell it, and neither of you would think it was weird.

It's the kind of comfort where your brain shuts off and you don’t have to think about how to act, like you are at home with your parents.

But it was moments like these that you remembered that you were a newcomer in her life. You had known Abby for a year and a half, while her friends group had known her for a long time. They probably knew Abby better than anyone else, and had a deep connection forged by their shared traumatic experiences.

How could you compete with that?

The house smelled of mold and damp wood. You took off some of your clothes and hung them somewhere to dry. It was freezing cold, but you couldn't sleep in those soaking wet clothes, so you had to settle for your sleeping bag to keep you warm.

You stood in the middle of the room, unsure of where Abby had gone. You hated feeling dispensable, like you were just a pleasant distraction and not good for the important things. What kind of friendship was that?

Owen always pushes Abby away when he feels guilty and dissolves that guilt by giving more attention to his girlfriend Mel. But then when everything goes to shit, he seeks her out again, playing with her feelings. How could Abby put up with that?

You hated seeing her suffering from past feelings, trying to act normal, keeping her distance, but struggling with natural concern. She and Owen broke up a long time ago, but since they had known each other since they were kids, you understand that care and concern won't disappear easily.

Owen is both a ghost and an important person in Abby's life , and you can't take that away from her.

When Abby came back into the living room, you were already lying in your sleeping bag, supposedly asleep.

Abby sighed, getting ready to take off her wet clothes. She no longer felt angry, on the contrary, she felt anxious and guilty. The lines on her face were now contracted in an expression of uncertainty and sadness, with a small pout.

She picked up her sleeping bag and analyzed the space next to you. She could put it there, but you were probably furious with her and wouldn't want her so close. Abby squeezed the sleeping bag between her fingers, uncertain and anxious.

"Fuck me..." she murmured to herself.

The big girl stretched out her bed next to you, with a careful and calculated space in between. Not too far, not too close. Maybe that way you could tell she felt guilty, since she didn't have the courage to speak to you, afraid you'd tell her to go fuck herself, or worse. Being rejected by you was worse than a nightmare. You had become too close, too comfortable and safe a place for Abby. Someone she hadn't had in years.

You didn't judge her, you didn't make her feel bad, or didn't even charge her anything. To her, you were something calm and serene.

So, seeing you with your back to her, quiet, after you two argued, without Abby being able to complain about the smell of the house, or sleep next to you, talk about the end of the book she is reading, or comment on what you were going to do tomorrow, was torture.

She felt stupid and small.

Conversations about Owen always led to this kind of situation, but she just wanted to vent to you, she just wanted to be able to admit out loud all the problems and twisted feelings she had for Owen without being judged. She wanted to do it with you, but it never goes well.

Abby layed down on her bed and snuggled up, hugging herself. She bit her lip as she felt tears brimming in her eyes.

Was she a bad person? Maybe she didn't deserve a friendship.

She needed to be a strong soldier, focus on what she is supposed to do. You made her soft. You made her think she was likeable.

☆*☆*☆*☆

The thunder outside woke you up.

It was a typical summer storm. The rain had stopped, everything was enveloped in silence, with no drops of water hitting the roof. You shifted inside your sleeping bag, looking for a comfortable position, and regretted it because you became aware of that horrible smell again.

You looked to the side and saw, a little further away, something dark on the floor. It was probably Abby, lying down, sleeping. You didn't even remember hearing her lie down.

You felt your chest tighten, knowing that all of this was wrong and unnecessary.

Carefully, you pulled yourself and the sleeping bag to the side, dragging you along the hardwood floor, careful not to make any noise.

You were pretty sure Abby would have nightmares after your argument. They always come back when Abby feels anxious or stressed, so you wanted to be within reach, even if you were frustrated with her.

And your suspicions were right when, a few hours later, you woke up again to someone breathing fast and coughing.

You opened your eyes and after getting used to the darkness, you could see in the pitch black of the night that Abby was sitting on her sleeping bag. You lifted your torso and crawled over to her.

"Abs?" you mumbled softly. You couldn't see her face, but you could hear her rapid breathing, and you could feel her cold skin when you touched her shoulders.

She was definitely crying.

"Shhh. It's okay, Abby." you said, searching her face with your hands. "Just a nightmare"

When your fingers found her cheek, you noticed that she was trembling. You moved closer, stroking her damp skin with your thumb.

“Come on, it’s okay. You know it is. Just breathe deeply, in and out.”

You heard her take a deep breath, and then she sobbed something you didn't understand. You reached for her braid and undid it, very calmly as she took deep breaths. After her hair was free, you massaged her scalp and felt her head tilt forward, until her forehead hit yours.

"I'm...sorry," she sobbed.

"Shh, it's okay. Everything's okay, don't worry."

You pulled your sleeping bag close, right next to hers, and encouraged her to lie down.

You were thankful that it was pitch black so neither of you could see each other's faces. You were still hurt, but you would never abandon Abby at a time like this. Hearing her cry was making you tear up, and the lack of vision made things easier.

Abby could still feel her heart racing, but at least she had stopped shaking and crying.

She hated nightmares, some were stronger than others, and this had been one of the bad ones. She could still remember the feeling of being back in that hallway with the red warning light, loading a gun that, in the dream, she couldn't control, and opening the door.

Lately, the dreams had varied from there. Sometimes, after opening the door and seeing her father dead on the floor, she would fire the gun at the man who had killed him, but he would keep walking towards Abby. She would scream and fall to the ground, and when she realized it, the faceless man was attacking someone new: Owen, Mel or worse, you.

And you were appearing more often. Abby could never move, damn the gravity of the dream, and she would wake up when you were dying.

Abigail still hadn't caught the damn Man. She hadn't found any clues about him... She was constantly failing.

"Let's sleep, yhea?" You gently say "You know that nightmares are afraid of me"

Abby wanted to smile, but her lips curled into a crying pout. How pathetic she was, thank goodness you couldn't see her face.

She felt your hand remain on her cheek, and so she closed her eyes, grateful and sad that you hadn't abandoned her. She even felt a little relieved, but at the same time, afraid of the next morning and what she had to face.

At least, you were there.

"Don’t leave" she mumbled

"I won't, I promise" you say "Focus on sleeping"

You were the one who stayed with Abby, who watched her cry and sob things like a lost child. You were the one she had chosen to search for during the night and day. And all of this was supposed to mean something. It wasn't in vain.

☆*☆*☆*☆

The sunlight slowly illuminated the house.

The musty, damp smell had diminished, and now the atmosphere seemed more welcoming, more serene, just as you felt, although you hadn't slept much, always waking up. Abby was still asleep, her back to you, with her blond hair spread out in your direction. Although you weren't in the same bed, her presence seemed to have made you feel warmer during the night.

You yawned, stretching your arms out of the sleeping bag. The argument from the night before now seemed like a stupidity, something ephemeral, a result of the tiredness and stress of the previous day. You turned your face towards Abby, and observed the freckled skin of her arm, which was sticking out from the sleeve of the t-shirt she was wearing.

Carefully, you placed your fingers on her arm, feeling the texture. A warmth filled your chest. You felt so much affection for Abby, you could explode, and All you wanted at that moment was to look into her blue eyes and make her smile.

You knew very well that that feeling was bigger than you admitted it was, but you couldn't give it much attention. Abby's friendship was sacred, and it couldn't be tarnished by anything.

Your love for her needed to remain a secret.

After some minutes running your fingers up and down her arm, her eyes opened, slowly, revealing a cute light blue sky staring at you.

You smiled softly, keeping your fingers where they were. "Hey...."

"Hey" Abs whispered.

You two stayed like that for a couple of seconds, observing each other faces.

"Sleept good?" You asked

"Yhea. I woke up because I felt something cold on my arm"

You snorted. "Oops?"

"Yhea, oops. It's fine, it feels good"

Your eyes slided to your hand dancing on her skin. Touching every freckle, secretly enjoying her muscles.

"Your freckles make your arm look like a night sky, full of stars" you say.

Abby smiles "You have said that ready"

"I know. I love to repeat myself and hear my beautiful voice"

Abby’s smile turned into a laugh, giving you a wave of joy that exploded on your belly.

"You are so full of yourself"

"And still, you love to have me as a friend"

Silence. The two of you stayed like that, staring at each other, with serene and bright eyes.

Abby felt in peace again. She wanted this moment to last forever. In fact, she loved mornings with you and how peaceful and joyful they always were.

"Sorry about yesterday" she says after a while.

"I'm sorry too. It was stupid"

"I like you putting your nose on my life" she says, holding back a smile "If I didn’t, I wouldn't want you as my friend. And I want it"

"Good. I just care about you, Abs, and it makes me mad how bad you and Owen deal with each other"

She bites her lip slightly. "I know, it is messy, but...don't judge me. I'm figuring it out"

"I won't judge you. I'm sorry"

Both of you smile, enjoying the confortable silence that lingers. Abby moves her arm, taking her hand to your bicep.

"You are gaining muscle," she says, and you hate how hot your cheeks feel.

"Careful, I will catch up to you one day"

"Please, do it. It's boring to be the only big muscled girl on there"

"You are so full of yourself," you mock her, using the phrase she always uses with you.

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Content: cosy, daily life, domestic

June, 2039

Pt.1 - A slow morning

Manny introduced you to his friends, although you already knew who they were. After several patrols and other boring tasks together, Manny wanted you to join his group of friends with all his might. Obviously, you couldn't say no.

You got along with everyone, but especially with Miss Anderson. The tall, intimidating, giant, blonde, tough-as-nails, Abigail Anderson.

You gained some of her trust when you revealed that you had a bag full of coins that you were collecting. Not that you were a dedicated collector like her, but you liked to accumulate things, just for the fun of having old things in your possession.

You quickly realized that all that tough image was really not even half of who Abigail really was. In fact, she was shy and reserved, having a hard time fitting in with new people unless there was the right click. Somehow, your chaotic, brash personality seemed to create a safe space for Abby to be a little more loose, playful even.

Ever since you first invited her to your room, which you share with your friend Max, you and Abby spent many late afternoons sorting the coins in your bags into categories. You talked about everything...I mean, mostly you talked while Abby listened, but over time, she started to make jokes, teases and tell you things about her daily life, complaining about Issac or even, sometimes, complaining about Owen. You picked up bits and pieces of stories from her past, without pressure, because you wanted to see her slowly open up, trusting you to vent what she probably didn't feel safe or confident to vent to anyone else.

Months later, your part of the room, near the large windows that gave you a view of the stadium lawn full of corrals, training fields, kennels, and so much more, already had Abby's things. Clothes she had forgotten, even shoes or books.

The left side of your bed (the one next to the window) was also designed for her, because you had forced Max to go with you on a patrol and changed the route to pass by a certain house and take a double bed from there, put it in the jeep and take it to the base. So, since you insisted that Abby spend the night with you after talking or looking at coins, you didn't even use the left side of that bed anymore. It was already determined. Abby's scent lived on the pillow. The bedside table had her books.

The overnight stays became more frequent when Abby discovered that she didn't have nightmares when she slept in your room. Or when she did, she would get out of her own bed and go into your room (since you never locked the secondary doo because you knew Abby might come) and lie down next to you.

It had become normal for you to wake up and see Abigail sleeping next to you, just as it was normal for you to go to the cafeteria to get something for the two of you to eat together in bed, while you talked about anything.

Somehow, you had become a safe haven for her. You didn't know how or why, but you liked it because her presence was also comforting to you, like a break from the world. You felt light and free with her because you knew she would never judge you for anything.

One morning, you woke up startled by a horn honking outside your room.

It must have been one of the jeeps downstairs in the workshops. You groaned into the pillow and turned over. Abby was sleeping soundly. That was the magic of your room: it made her sleep like a log. Otherwise, she would have woken up at any noise, always alert.

You reached out to her and brushed a strand of blonde hair from her forehead. For the past few days, Abby slept with her hair down, further proof that your friendship gave her a sense of comfort she couldn't find anywhere else.

You watched her chest rise and fall in the workout bra she wore. The line of her jaw. The freckles scattered across her shoulders (your favourite part). The morning sunlight traced a shimmering outline around her. You smiled to yourself. You could live like this forever, with your best friend, if you could call her that. You didn’t know if Abby considered you her best friend, but either way, this girl had become a vital part of your days.

Suddenly, Abby rolled over in her sleep. You noticed she was laying over a book. You snorted and tried to take it away.

Abby grumbled.

"Abs, you're lying on top of a book," you grumbled back, using all your strength to pull the object until it came loose.

You sighed, resting your arms.

'Solaris' by Stanislaw Lem.

A book about space. You had already read that one, and it had been one of the things you had recommended to Abby. You liked the way the author approached the theme of human inability to deal with the unknown, feeling that your own world was reflected in that book and those characters. It gave you some comfort in knowing that you weren't the only one with such frustrations, and maybe you could give Abby some comfort, too.

"still here?" you said as you flipped through the book. "You read so slowly."

"Fuck you" Abby mumbled into the pillow and you laughed, skimming the prose, remembering the feeling that book had given you.

"Are you enjoying it?"

But Abby didn't answer you. Faced with the silence, you turned your face towards her and your eyes fell on the skin on her back, where you saw a pimple. You put down the book and shifted closer, running your finger over it.

"Don't you dare," you heard Abby mumble.

"Weren't you asleep?" you said, placing your fingers together over the pimple and applying pressure.

"Ow!" Abby exclaimed.

"There, it's gone." You lay back down.

Abby lifted her head, her blonde hair messy, and turned her face towards you. Her eyes were puffy, tired, and her lips pouted like someone who had just woken up.

"I told you not to touch it"

You shrugged. "Too late."

Escaping from Abby's clutches, you got out of bed and took the opportunity to do your morning stretches, a mix of yoga and flexibility exercises. Then, you approached the large window and did a handstand, hitting your heels on the glass.

"Show off," you heard Abby's voice, and when you turned your head, still upside down, you saw your friend looking at you, lying down, with her blonde hair spread out across her back.

"At least I know how to do a handstand."

Abby rolled her eyes. "Didn't you have patrol?"

"Nope," you got down on the floor. "I switched with Daniel. I have the morning to relax." You stuck your tongue out playfully. "And you? What do you have to do today?"

Abigail sighed long and deeply, as if it hurt just thinking about it. "I have to go help with some things in the corrals, I don't remember what exactly."

"Wow, how lucky you are." You climbed onto the bed again, sitting on your knees.

"When is Daniel's patrol?"

"At night" you answer a little too fast.

Abby frowns a little. “At night?” she asks, disappointed. Not that she wanted to show it, but you knew her facial expressions well.

“Yeah, I know, sorry. I’ll be back in the morning.”

“I have patrol in the morning.”

Your shoulders slump. “ughhh” you let your body fall into the mattress as your head rests on Abby's thigh. "I hate life"

Abby laughs.

"You can sleep here either way"

"No, I won't"

"What?"

"It's weird"

You lifted your head, supporting yourself on your elbows. "What the hell, why? Did you smoke or something?"

"This room is yours, not mine. Besides, it would be weird for Max"

"Oh c'mon Abs, Max adores you and doesn't mind. This room is also yours by now"

Her blue eyes meet yours.

"You will sleep here" you insist.

And Abby would sleep because she loved your room and loved being with you. And even if you weren't there, your scent would still be on that bed, and the energy of that room would still be cosy. Like a home she could come back to.

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Notes: Hi! I hope you enjoyed it! I just want to tel you guys that these are going to be random passages of their lives, divided into parts so you can follow it better if you eventually like it enough.

Thank you for reading♥︎ Take care.

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Destiny keeps bringing Ellie and Abby together

Ellie hated feeling that way, but at least the late afternoon breeze eased the weight on her chest.

It was twenty minutes to nine in the evening, and even with the sun slipping below the horizon, there was still a comfortable amount of light. Ellie loved summer. She had grown to loathe the cold months, especially winter. Winter was the month of mourning, a season made to screw up people’s lives and turn pain into a sticky swamp, hard to escape from.

She adjusted her light jacket around her neck and took a deep breath, imagining that the gentle breeze was melting away all the bad things floating through her body.

Open on her lap was her sketchbook, where she was scribbling a bird she had seen land on the grass just a few metres ahead. The animal had flown off a few minutes ago, but it lingered in Ellie’s restless mind, like everything. Absolutely everything and everyone.

As she pressed the pencil to the paper, trying to figure out how to reinterpret the bird’s feathers, her thoughts drifted to unwanted subjects. Like the night before.

Her friends had gathered at Jesse’s place to drink beers, and his flatmate, Nick, had invited his own friends, including those Ellie couldn’t stand. Dina had told Ellie to try to distract herself, but she couldn’t focus on anything except the sound of that tall blonde girl’s voice.

Abigail Anderson. She sat on the opposite side of the table, a glass of juice in hand, laughing, because she no longer touched alcohol, not after what had happened two or three years ago. And Ellie thought that was just as well. She didn’t deserve to enjoy something like that after taking such an innocent life.

Ellie had also heard rumours that she never drove again. Good. That’s what Ellie thought. It's good that Anderson never got behind the damn wheel or drank again. She couldn���t. She didn’t deserve to.

But what really bothered Ellie was the unwanted conversation she had had with that same girl.

Ellie had stepped away to smoke a little, and after a while, she felt someone’s presence beside her. It was the dam girl.

Abigail asked if she could take a drag, and Ellie handed it over without looking her in the eyes.

Abby had once tried to apologise, but Ellie had rejected it. She never thought she’d meet the girl who had taken her father’s life in a car accident. She hated her with all her soul. And yet there they were, sharing weed, at a friends’ gathering, in the evening, after long hours of university classes.

The sunlight hit Abby, outlining her in a golden translucent glow. Her blonde hair, always in a braid, seemed to shine, as did the freckled skin around her muscles. Ellie hated seeing a feature she found beautiful in someone like her. She hated that her pale skin and freckles were a perfect combination.

Before she realised it, Ellie was no longer sketching the bird, but a nose. Abigail’s nose.

She remembered watching it secretly that night before, while Abby smoked the weed, its slightly crooked shape, yet fitting perfectly on her strong face.

Her blue eyes suddenly came to Ellie’s mind. She set the pencil down and sighed. Two mothers were playing with their children a little further away.

How could someone with such a serene face, even if marked by life’s hardships, have done something so horrible? So immeasurable.

Ellie had wished Abby dead before. When they all went out together on Thursday uni nights to the bars in the city square, Ellie had wished a car would hit Abigail while they crossed the road. She wished she’d fall down the stairs or choke. She fantasised about it over and over, but then she felt terrible. She thought it would bring some comfort, but she only ended up swallowed by anxiety and guilt.

Mel had told her that after the accident, Abby tried to take her own life. Abby had also lost her father, and after taking someone else’s, she couldn’t live with that burden.

Ellie felt awful. She couldn’t stop feeling anger, but she couldn’t fully hate her either.

She harboured a deep hatred for the Abigail that existed in her head, like a dark shadow, a demon that caused all the pain in her life. But then, when she was around Abigail in real life, and saw her existing in front of her, with those blue eyes and sweet laughs, she couldn’t hold onto that hatred. It was hard to hate her as she got to know her more and more, as if the universe were deliberately pushing them together.

But Ellie couldn’t get close either. Even though she felt something. Like a magnet.

Suddenly, as if she had a sixth sense, Ellie’s head turned abruptly towards the road above. The park was lower down, accessed by descending a small staircase to the grassy patch.

On the pavement, her eyes picked out a strong, muscular figure running, with a blonde braid bouncing against her back.

Abigail.

The girl stopped, breathless, and as if she had also sensed something, looked in Ellie’s direction. The stars aligned and the breeze slowed. Neither of them looked away. They stayed like that until Ellie felt a tingling in her hands. Hesitantly, she lifted her right hand and 6. She didn’t know why she’d done it, but Abby waved back, equally hesitant.

Then, the figure started walking and made her way down the steps to the park. Ellie’s heart quickened and kept pounding as Abby drew nearer and nearer.

“Hey,” she said softly. She was sweaty, with small strands of hair stuck to her face.

“Hey.”

“Can I sit?”

Ellie shifted to the side, making room, and closed her sketchbook. The breeze returned, bringing Abby’s sweat-scent to Ellie’s nose, which wasn’t unpleasant—quite the opposite.

They both sat in silence.

Ellie swallowed the lump in her throat. She hated the feeling, as if Abby’s presence was comforting—because it was the closest thing she had left of her dad. The person whose hands had carried his death, as if Abigail now had a part of Joel in her—a piece of his spirit and vitality.

That’s when Ellie noticed Abby’s knee. It was grazed, red, with blood running down her leg.

“What’s that?”

Abby stretched out her leg. “I fell.”

Knowing she had fallen didn’t make Ellie feel any better. Abby’s pain didn’t bring the relief she expected.

“I was crossing the road when a car suddenly turned the corner,” Abby continued. “The shock made me trip and fall. The car missed me by inches... We were both at fault.”

Ellie looked up at her face and saw that her eyes were shining with tears.

“For a moment, I thought the car had hit me, and I felt happy. That I’d finally get the punishment I deserve.”

Ellie felt the lump in her throat again, as if she might throw up.

“Sorry, I should’ve been hit square in the face by that bumper.”

“Stop it,” Ellie warned.

“It’s true, and I know you agree. I should’ve got seriously hurt, so you’d get some justice.”

Silence.

“I don’t know how to give you justice, Ellie.”

Ellie inhaled deeply and looked at Abby, who also turned her face towards her. Those blue eyes, gleaming with the layer of tears, she wouldn’t let fall.

“I don’t know either,” Ellie said. “Your pain doesn’t make me feel any better.”

The breeze grew wild for a few seconds, dancing with Ellie’s hair.

“He was speeding,” Ellie said. She had never said it out loud before. She knew her dad had been partially at fault too.

It had been easier to place all the blame on Abigail.

“And I was drunk and ran a red light.”

Silence returned. Abby wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Let me do just one thing.”

“What?” Ellie frowned.

“Take care of you. Don’t look at me like that, Ellie. I took away the person who could best care for you, help you, carry the burdens of life with you. Now that responsibility is mine.”

Ellie stared at her, stunned.

“I don’t want you to act like my mum. I’m not a baby.”

“I won’t be your mum. I’ll be someone who just... stays.”

The breeze settled.

“I don’t know if I like that idea.”

“Tough. It’s the least I can do.”

No one said anything else. Those words sparked Ellie’s anxiety, but at the same time, she had no one who would simply be there unconditionally. Tommy and Maria had their son to care for. Dina and Jesse had their own lives. Ellie had no one to simply fall into, knowing she’d be caught every time.

She stood up abruptly, the lump in her throat turning into a tremendous urge to cry. She bit her lip.

“Ellie?” Abby called out, confused, but Ellie didn’t answer, keeping her back turned.

“I... I miss him so much.”

And with that, the tears spilled and a sob burst from Ellie’s throat. She felt such a tightness in her chest it felt like she couldn’t breathe deeply.

Abby jumped up from the bench and approached without touching her.

“Ellie…”

“I can’t breathe,” Ellie sobbed frantically, clutching her chest, bending forward.

Abigail opened her arms slightly, and Ellie slowly leaned in, until the taller girl wrapped her in a hug and held her tightly against her. Ellie let herself cry.

“You can cry. I’m not going anywhere,” Abby said.

“I want him back. Fuck you, why did you have to drink that day... you bitch...” Ellie sobbed, soaking Abby’s shirt with tears and snot.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Abby’s hand stroked Ellie’s head.

“He’s never coming back. I think I’m going to die.”

“You’re not. He wants you to live. And you will live for both of you.”

Ellie sank against that body. Abby was so big that Ellie could get lost there, hide from everything and everyone.

"I hate you"

"I know. I hope you do. I hate myself too. See? We have something in common"

How could the person she hates the most smell so nice?

“I’m scared,” the brown hair girl admitted quietly.

“I know. It’s okay.”

“Don’t go away…”

Abby held her tighter.

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ABBY WATCHED YOU HAVING SEX.....BUT NOW YOU ARE THE ONE FUCKING ABBY.

Summary: Never in your life did you think that someday you would have Abby Anderson bent over the table in front of you, with three fingers deep inside her cunt. You were her new obsession.

Part I

Part II

PART III

Never in your life did you think that someday you would have Abby Anderson bent over the table in front of you, where people usually clean their guns, with three fingers deep in her cunt.

"oh fuck....uh....uhm....uh" Abby whimpered, trying to stay quiet but failing successfully.

You smiled, satisfied with your work.

"Keeping moaning like a slut and people will hear you, Anderson" You mocked her, moving your fingers against the right spot, so deep inside her until your knuckles were pressing against her entrance.

How did you end up there? On that table? In those positions? Well, you actually remember very well when it all started.

Three weeks ago...

"I...I want to have sex with you" Abby whimpered, at your door.

What the hell was going on. You were already a little more sober, but were you hallucinating?

"What?" you questioned.

"You heard me right. Don't make me repeat myself,"

"I... but... Abby, are you drunk?"

"Nope"

You looked at her, serious, trying to understand if she was joking. But, the way she was looking at you, with her blue eyes fixed on yours, waiting, almost pleading silently....You didn't know what to answer, so you moved away from the door, running your hand through your hair. Abby came in and closed the door, standing there, watching, shyly.

"I don't understand." You began saying, "You....You came out as bi out of nowhere. You start flirting with me and....now... you come in and...ask that? Abby, what the fuck!?"

Abby looks at the floor, biting her lip.

"Abs...what's going on?"

She takes a shaky breath, fidgeting with the skin on her arm. "I...I want to have sex with you."

"But have you ever had sex with a woman?"

"No, but I want to do it with you..."

"Why?"

"Because...I don't know, you're the best person here, the prettiest I...gosh, please don't do this to me...it's already embarrassing enough"

The silence stretches, and Abby is starting to lose all her confidence.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here..."

The way she was shrinking into herself, feeling too big in her own body, too stupid. What were you doing? You had Abby right in front of you, practically begging to make love to you.

"Abby, wait." She stopped just before she opened the door. "I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting this."

"I shouldn't have asked."

"No, Abby...I...I want you, damn it, of course I do. Kissing you was the best thing in the world."

Abby's eyes widened and she looked away, biting back a smile.

"Are you sure about this?"

The big girl nooded.

If she wanted this, you wouldn't hold back.

"Okay, then tell me what you want"

Abby’s eyes widden again. "You know what I want"

You start to step towards her. "No, I don't. Tell me, c'mon baby"

baby. The nickname made Abby's heart skip a beat. Shit, it was so easy to melt her. Maybe it was okay to do that. That's all she wanted, right? To be at your mercy.

"I want to have sex with you. Even if I don't understand shit about sex between woman, I don't care, I will learn. You can do anything and everything to me"

"Everything?"

"Everything"

You sighed, deeply, and Abby saw it.

"Get on your knees, Abs"

Without wasting a second, Abby did as you said. You stepped towards her, slowly, maintaining the eye contact.

"Good...girl" You risked saying it

Abby smiled. You touched her face, caressing her freckled cheek, then her lips. They were a little chopped, which made them even more attractive.

Abby's heart was beating fast. She was nervous. Gosh, she was on her knees, in front of you....She would never do that...but, maybe for you, it was fine.

Your fingertips caressed the line where her lips joined, and she opened her mouth. You sliped your fingers inside her mouth, meeting her toungue. Without a warning, Abby started to suck them good, hard, like she wanted to suck your taste out.

You sighed, playing with her toungue. Her eyes were getting that familiar dirty look, her brows frowning like it was the best thing in th world.

"Where did you learn this?" you ask, not expecting her to take such action by herself.

"Manny always tells me, against my will, how bad woman like to have their fingers sucked"

You roled your eyes, biting back a laugh "Such a good soldier" you praise.

Suddenly, Abby pulled her face away. Your fingers left her mouth, and Abby’s lips came to your stomach, as she lifted your shirt. Her strong arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you against her mouth, where she kissed and bit the skin.

“Abs..” You stuttered, surprised. She was kissing your belly so furiously you didn't know what to do, so you just stayed still, admiring her, just as she lifted her eyes, meeting yours.

Her hands slipped through the limit of your pants, pushing it down, revealing your underwear. Abby gasped, her mouth glossy, and began to kiss your hips.

"Fuck... calm down"

But Abby wasn’t listening. She ran her tongue over your crotch, her fingers exploring the shape of your pussy over your panties. She had never felt (or seen) another vagina, other than hers, and knowing that it was a forbidden place, an erotic place, excited her too much. Soon after, she pressed her lips against the fabric of your panties, inhaling.

"Oh god.. Abby, you're a such pervert, " you moaned at the closeness. Abby just looked at you, pressing small kisses.

Her hands squeezed your ass so hard it burned.

"Get up" you ordered.

"Hm, no...." she whimpered, still glued to you.

"Get the fuck up, Abigail" you took her by her braid, making her get up to her feet and walk towards the bed.

You climbed into her lap while kissing her. She moaned into your lips, especially when your tongues met.

"I'm going to make your first time so good" your hand wrapped around her neck "so fucking good"

She just moved her head, in a "yes" sign, biting down on your lips.

"God Abby, hmm," you whimpered into her mouth. "Are you going to be a good girl for me, uh?"

Abby nodded without taking her mouth away from yours.

You took your shirt off, and since you didn't have a bra, your breasts danced in front of Abby’s eyes. She felt high again. No thought dared to cross her mind. She was completely focused on the feeling of having you in her arms. She had rarely been in anyone's lap liked that, sometimes Owen's, but it felt so much better to hold someone, someone she cared about, as if she could protect you from the world.

Without wasting any time, she ran her fingers over your nipples, watching your reactions carefully.

"Do you like it?" You teased her, and she just smiled. "Use me Abby, do whateveryou want to me"

And with your words, Abby squeezed both your breasts with her hands, making you hiss in pain. She proceeded to bite your nipples, exploring a whole new world.

"Oh shit, yes. Fuck Abby, yes..." You moaned, moving your hips on her lap, searching for friction. "Bite me harder"

And she did.

"oh, yhea!" you whimpered.

Her hands dropped to your ass, squeezing it again, adding some pretty strong slaps, making you arch your back, drowning your breasts deeper into her mouth. At this point, we were riding her thigh like crazy. You two got up so she could take her pants off and went back to the same position.

"Am I doing it right?" She asked while kissing you.

"Yhea..." you moaned, continuing to move your hips against her.

Suddenly, her hands grabbed your panties, and with the strength of a bull, she ripped them apart.

"Fuck, Abigail!" You protested

She laughed, grabbing your hips and forcing them to move, your bare cunt sliding over the skin of her thigh.

"Uhm, this is so much better than..." She whispered.

"Better than what?"

But Abby didn’t answer, too busy playing with your tits, so you grabbed her face, forcing her to look at you.

"Better...than...what. Abigail?" You repeated

Her eyes shone.

"Better than sex with Owen"

You smiled. Oh, you fucking smiled.

You took her shirt off and your hands collided with her shoulders, pushing her torso onto the bed.

There they were. Her fucking tits. Her fucking naked tits, so pink, so soft, completely the opposite of her hardened body.

You slapped her breast, one by one, watching her whimper and arch.

"Is this better then Owen?" You ask with another slap.

"Yes" she says, with her mouth open and her eywbrows frowned.

"Of course it is. He could never handle you"

You lean foward, spitting on her right nipple and then dragging your toungue over it, sucking and biting, just like she did to you. Her back arched, while her mounth let out the most dirty sounds.

You squeezed one of them with your hand, licking it and sucking like you needed to take it off and literally eat it.

You needed Abby as much as she nedded you.

Then, you noticed how her hips were moving under you. Oh, your good girl. You pressed your thigh against the middle of her legs, letting her use you to pleasure herself.

Her chest was bright red from your month. So cute, you hoped it would leave marks.

Then, you dragged your toungue through her freckles, all the way from her boobs to her neck.

"What have you imagined Abby?" You whispered in her ear "Tell me, baby. What do you fantasize about?"

"Your...your pussy" she gasped "against mine"

Hmhm. Interesting.

You ripped her panties off - I mean, sliding them down her legs because you didn’t have her strength to just rip it apart - and forced her legs open.

"Oh my dam Lord, Abigail" You chanted "You have been hiding this between this fucking huge legs, all this time?"

She blushed, and you took your fingers down on her, sliding them through her vagina, admiring it. She had a fat pussy, with a bush.

"So wet" you positioned yourself between her legs, lightly touching your heat on hers "Is this what you want?"

The look of pure pleasure on her face was the most arousing thing in the world.

You slapped her thigh.

"Answer me."

"Oh yes..."

"Beg."

"Please... please"

"Please what?"

"Touch. Make them touch, please." You lowered your hips a little more.

"Like this? Is this what you want? You have no shame, you know that?. You came all the way here just to have my pussy against yours."

Abby moaned, or choked on the words, you couldn't quite tell. Either way, you pressed yourself fully on her, feeling your wetness touching on hers. Oh fuck. You were having sex with Anderson, you were fucking Abby’s pussy. She looked so good under you, drunk in pleasure, and you wanted to give her so much more, so your hips started to move again.

Abby began to moan more loudly.

"Yhea, look at this. Watch, Abby, you better watch our cunts fucking each other"

And Abby did. She lifted her head so her eyes could only focus on your labia rubbing against each other, your clits colliding. It felt too good to be true.

"Holy..." she moaned. Her cheeks were red and her voice sounded so thin, like when the pleasure is so good that you can only speak in completely dirty tones of voice.

She gripped the sheets under her.

"Is this what you like, yhea? Oh fuck, yhea you like this don't you Abs. You fucking love this" you dragged on your words, not very sure what the fuck you were saying. The pleasure was hitting you as hard as it was hitting Abby.

You'd probably feel the biggest embarassent from your dirty talk the next morning, but for now, fuck that.

Meanwhile, Abby's eyes had found a other interesting entertainment. Your tits were dacing on your chest, freely moving with the movement. Abby was hipnotized. They were moving because of her, not because of some random girl.

You continued to move on top of Abby, getting lost on the moment. Her vagina was red from the friction, her clit was swollen, fuck...she had a big one. It felt so good every time your own clit rubbed against her big one. It was delicious.

Without warning, you lowered yourself and took that beautiful bean into your mounth. Abby moaned loudly, surprised. You loved how her legs instantly opened up, nice and wide. You moaned into her, eating her like your life depended on it.

Your fingers helped spreading her open, revealing more and more of her clit. You smiled, hungry, and licked it alone with the tip of your toungue. Abby twitched under you, moaning in breathless sounds.

"Did Owen ever eat you out? Fucking idiot, leaving a girl like you so needy. You need to be fucked right, don't you baby?" You speak into her clit, kissing and licking, spreading it's skin down more and more and taking the bean on your month, sucking gently on it.

Abigail was shaking.

You couldn't let her cum, not yet. She needed to get the real taste of what you can do to her. So you left her pussy, getting up with your mouth all messed up with her wetness, staring at her hole.

That shit was pulsing, calling for you. You touched it with your finger and lifted your eyes to Abby’s. You watched her face contract when your finger entered her slowly. You moved it around gently, testing her, seeing her reaction. Abby was moaning slightly, like a needy puppy.

"Do you feel it Abs? The tension down here, inside of you? That weird feeling deep down inside your belly, the one you can't reach?" You ask, and Abby nods "It is frustrating, isn't it?"

You curled your finger inside of her and she whimpered.

"Do you want me to reach that itch for you, Abs?"

"Yhea..."

"Can I fuck you?"

"Yes...please," Abby bited her lip

You smiled and slowly walked up to a box where you kept all your...toys.

You took the strap out and started to put it on. Abby watched you in awe. She didn't knew you could actually fuck her like that. To put a dick oh her.

You could fuck her like that....Oh, Owen was so useless, like this, it was so obvious you were going to do a better job than him. She wasted so much time with him, when all along, the only times Abby would feel happy, was by your side, with your jokes, during patrols together. She has been so blind.

Besides that, she was nervous, so fucking nervous and so fucking horny.

When you came back to the bed, you pushed Abby’s knees to her stomach, gently slapping her pussy with your dick. Abby whimpered with the feeling and with the anticipation.

After putting lub on it, you started to massage Abby’s clit again, getting her to relax and open up to you.

She was so beautiful. That strong, intimidating soldier was waiting for you to rearrange her organs.

Fuck...

You pressed your dick on her hole and slowly slided in, gently, letting her adjust to the feeling. You leaned in, kissing her, letting your dick rest inside, slowly moving in a caressing movement.

After some minutes, you started to put some strength on the thrusts. Abby was starting to moan into your mouth.

"Feeling good?"

"Yes"

"Tell me if you want me to go harder"

After five minutes, you had a very red Abigail, on her stomach, with you grabbing her braid, forcing her head up and back, while you were absolutely destroying her cunt from behind.

Abby’s noises were crazy loud, crazy dirty and sluty. Who knew Miss Anderson could end up like this.

"Taking it good, uh? Want me to go harder?"

Abby said something, but you couldn't understand since it came out as gasps of noises and moans, feeling the room, together with the slaps of your hips on her ass, and the wet noise of your strap coming in and out of her.

"Use your fucking voice" you slapped her ass and tightened your grip on her braid.

"Uh...ah....I...uh...fuck...." You laughed and added a little more speed."Oh my god...ah....yes....yes....ye....ah..."

Abby had never felt this on her life. Sex always felt like a performance, but now, she couldn't even form a thought. Her mind was blank, The only thing crossing it was the pleasure and the feeling of being knocked up like that, with such controlled and strong movements, hitting the right places she didn’t even know she had. She couldn’t perform or fake it... She was completely lost, completely dumb, completely happy for finally feeling something so good and strong enough to erase everything on her mind.

Her eyes rolled back, and her face was so red it looked like she was going to explode.

"So fucking good Abs, let me fuck you. Yhea, like that

good girl, uh....

you are such a good girl

look at your pussy, all red from me using it."

You leaned forward, wrapping your arm around her shoulders and neck. "I bet your ex boyfriend never bothered to fuck you like this. Hm? Does he know you are so greedy? So needy?"

Abby just moaned in response. She was losing track of what was happening. Her vagina was tightening on her own. Could she die from pleasure?

"You are lucky my roommate is not here. You are so fucking lucky" you buried your mouth on her ear "Are you going to cum?"

"Yes...uh..."

"Give it to me Abs, C'mon baby girl"

One of Abby’s hands flew back and grabbed your hair, squeezing it hard, but you didn’t mind at all.

"Uh....fuck...ah.."

"You have such a pretty pussy. Can you hear her noises? Uh...so good.."

"Hmh..."

Abby's moan began to come out faster and faster.

"You gonna cum? Uh?"

"Y-yhea"

"Yhea? Cum for me Abs, give it to me, I fucking want it, I want you"

And like that, Abby felt her whole body shake, her muscles contracting, her vagina moving on her own. A wave of pleasure exploded, and she lost control of everything.

"Oh fuck....oh.. oh...uh...."

"That's it my fucking slut"

Abby had had good orgasms before, but nothing had ever compared to this. Her vision went blurry, and she felt like she was having convulsions. When it was over, she felt light, like all the tension in her body had disappeared. She could feel her pussy throbbing, a little sore, but oh so good it felt.

When Abby went limp, you kissed down her back until you reached her ass, where you placed a few last kisses on those round, full buttcheeks. You carefully removed the strap-on from her and stood up to put it somewhere else so you could wash it later. You stood there, watching Abby still face down on the bed, panting. Reality began to dawn on you.

You had just had sex with your friend.

Everything you did to her. Everything you said. Did she like it? Was it too much? Was she regretting everything?

Climbing back onto the bed, you kneeled beside her. "Abby, are you okay?"

"Hm" She said, meaning yes.

You lay down, staring at the freckled skin on her shoulders. After some minutes, Abby rolled over, with her back on the bed.

"Do you regret this?" You ask

"No, I don't. It was amazing... Do you?"

"No, I fucking loved it. I think you just became my favourite thing"

Abby smiled widely.

"Shut up"

"I'm serious, Abs."

She rolled into you, and you opened your arms, letting her rest her head on your chest.

You two stayed like that for a while. You adored Abby. Since day one, you two matched each other's freak. She became your favourite person, aside from Leah. You always cared for her, but you push your attraction towards her far away, not wanting to ruin your friendship.

Now, you just did the dirtiest shit ever. You had met Abby’s heart and cunt....and it was dangerous.

You were very close to falling for her.

"I want more" Abby says out of nowhere.

"What?"

"I need more....sex"

You frown. "I just destroyed you, Abigail. Take it slow"

"No, you don't understand. I really need you. You are the only one who can make my mind go blank. The only one who can shut up the thoughts...the nightmares...You are the only one who makes me forget about the fact that I can't fucking find the man who killed my father"

You stared at her.

Your girl was in pain, and you were her relief.

It felt wrong, but you couldn't say no to her. You wanted her so bad, you couldn't ruin this, so you caressed her face and kissed the top of her head.

"Alright, I will give you everything you want"

And just like that, every time Abby would appear behind you, kissing or touching your body, you would fuck her against a wall, a door, a table or in your own bed.

After all, you were Abby Anderson's new obsession.

End

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Part III

Abby watches you having sex.

Summary: Abby has a taste of what she was looking for, and now, she needs it more then ever.

Part I

PART II

At night, lying in her humble bed, Abby couldn't stop thinking about you on top of her, at the gym. Everything had been perfect: her hands on your waist, your facial expression, how red you turned... Abby couldn't stop smiling to herself in the dark. She hadn't felt like this in years.

Fortunately, she fell asleep, satisfied, unlike you, who had your heart pounding in your ears like a horse, too agitated to sleep. It had been a horrible night, overthinking everything that had happened. If it had been a few weeks ago, you would have thought she was just being playful, but now that you knew she also liked women, her behavior was very, very suspicious.

The next day, Abby woke up with all the energy in the world. She had a life purpose to fulfill.

You were in the cafeteria with Manny and Nora, in line for breakfast, when you heard her voice behind you. You looked back, and there she was, taller than you, stronger than you, with those blue eyes lingering on yours for too long. You felt that usual heat in your stomach and looked away, afraid of blushing again.

"You are coming with us, right?" Manny asked you. "We can finally have some quality time together!"

"It's patrol, Manny..."You complain, forcing your eyes away from Abby.

"And? Killing some scars and shit, I call that bounding activities" He said, making you both laugh.

The trip to the place you had to check was smooth for the others, but for you, it was painful. You felt the nerves running through your body, giving you an unnerving urge to take a shit. Your knees collided with Abby's every time the jeep went over potholes in the road, as well as your shoulders and arms brushed against each other. Your skin burned.

It was horrible, before none of these things made a difference, Abby was your friend, Abby was straight; But now, Abby was bi, Abby was flirting with you, countless possibilities arose and you hated not being able to guess what would happen next.

Inside a random building, you continued behind Abby, as you always did, weapons raised and ready to be used. Manny's voice on the radio occupied your mind, and you responded with indications of what you were finding.

That place smelled like sewage and mold, and the floor seemed fragile. You were too worried about stepping on it carefully that you didn't have time to react when, as you turned a corner, Abby jumped back and leaned against the wall, pushing you along with her.

Side by side, with your backs pressed against the old wall, you remained silent, attentive to the footsteps of an infected who was wandering around the other room. I mean, it would be more correct to say that Abby remained attentive, because the only thing you could focus on was her hand on your belly, pressing you against the wall. She didn't need to do that, but she was doing it, and it wasn't a gentle touch just to make sure you didn't move, her hand was molded to your abdomen, pressing against the skin. You didn't even know if you should breathe, feeling your belly rise and fall against the palm of her hand.

Then she turned her head towards you, bringing your faces closer. You could see her freckles scattered across her nose and cheekbones, and her blue irises, as she counted to three on her fingers, indicating that they were going to move on.

Abby took down the infected with her usual agility, while you checked every corner and door in the room. It was clean, finally you could relax a little.

As Abby cleaned her knife, your eyes roamed over her. Abby was a dream. Her entire body was perfect. You hated from the bottom of your heart all the men in the WLF who criticized her body, because it was too muscular, with few curves, not at all appealing.

Who said that everything in the world had to be attractive to them? Abby was very appealing to you, she had the right curves, the curves of her muscles, her back, her ass and her chest....oh those fucking breasts. They were small, that was visible, but she was still fucking attractive. Sometimes you found yourself imagining what her breasts would be like, naked, in front of you. What would it be like to pinch them, to slap them. How would her back be like, naked, and of course... what it would be like... between her legs.

You were ashamed of yourself, for being so perverse, but it was so dam hard. She was addictive to admire, and even more addictive was her face. That nose, her lips, her fucking eyes that gave her an intimidating look or could look like an abandoned puppy in seconds. You wondered what her face would look like overwhelmed with pleasure.

Oh my, control yourself... You think to yourself.

"Shall we go?" Abby's voice broke through your thoughts.

When you looked up at her, you saw the way she looked at you: up and down, shamelessly. What the hell, you certainly hadn't imagined that. Right? Right!?

"What if I don't feel like it?" You asked, no... you teased! The words came out before you could think twice about it. You bit the inside of your cheek, nervous about Abby's reaction.

"Um, do you want to stay here?" She looked around. Yes, the place was disgusting, but you wanted to see it one more time. See if you could catch her looking at you like that again, or flirting.

So you shrugged in response to what she said, and walked over to the window, resting your hands on the windowsill, purposely leaning your body so that you were slightly arched.

You felt Abby come closer and join you, at your side. No one said anything, but you could tell from the corner of your eye that she was looking at you, so you turned your face and looked at her too.

Her blue eyes stared into yours, intensely. But it wasn't a suffocating intensity, on the contrary, you felt on cloud nine. It was something sweet, almost... like that same abandoned puppy look. Abby looked at you as if she was melting, sliding her gaze between your eyes and your lips.

Your heart raced. You weren't imagining it, Abby was really looking at you that way... an almost needy way. That thought lit a fire inside you, malevolent, and all you wanted at that moment was to tease her. Play with her. If Abby had decided to mess with you, who knows why, then she would feel the taste of the game.

We'll see how long it lasts, and if all that story about her liking women is true.

You looked away to her arms, which were a little flexed because her hands were resting on the railing. Shamelessly, you raised one of your hands and ran it over her skin, feeling the outline of her muscles, your fingers brushing over her freckles, all the way to her wrist.

Abby swallowed, you saw it by the movement of her throat, and her eyes were a little wide.

"Do you think you can get bigger?" You asked softly, still running your hand over her arm.

Abby choked on the words. "Uhm... maybe, I don't know. I'm not too worried about that right now."

"So what are you worried about?"

Abby just stared at you, wide-eyed, not knowing what to say. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. You smiled slightly, pleased with the effect you were having on that huge woman. Disarming her without much effort.

"I...."

You interrupted her by squeezing her arm, hard. "Fuck, you're really huge."

Abby almost melted, watching the way your lips moved to say those words, and the way your fingers tightened around her arm. You couldn't even wrap your whole hand around her arm... shit... shit... Abby was feeling that heat again, rising, her heart racing, the pressure between her legs increasing. Her mind was starting to get foggy, unable to focus on her thoughts, totally focused on everything she was feeling.

If only she could kiss you, that was all she wanted to do. Try kissing you. She had never wanted to kiss anyone so much in her life.

What if you did it... there... in that place, on that floor. What if... Abby dared to say the word fuck in her head, and it only increased her heat. What if you fucked there. What if your pussies fucked each other right on that place, the same way you did with that girl that last time.

What would it be like to have sex with you? How would that work? She was dying to know.

Abby's eyes dropped to your breasts, and she imagined what it would be like to have them in her mouth, like she saw men or women do in porn magazines. Sucking on them, until they were red. She had never looked at breasts like that, until now they were just normal things that every woman had, and now yours were the most erotic thing in the world.

She wanted to bite your nipples...

"Amigos! Por qué tanto tiempo?" Manny showed up at the door "Let's go, I'm starving!"

"Calm down" You complained, walking away from Abby.

Abby turned away from the window, feeling high, like she had just smoked weed.

Shit... she whispered, feeling her cheeks hot and her panties wet. Shame on you Abigail, she muttered to herself. You're such an idiot.

Later that night, Manny had called everyone (among his closest friends) to come to his room (which he shared with Abby) to have a few beers and relax. Owen and Mel were the first to show up, followed by Nora and Nick, and finally you and Leah arrived together.

When Abby saw you coming in, she felt butterflies in her stomach. You had your hair down, wearing a t-shirt with no bra. She immediately noticed your nipples against the fabric and the shape of your well-defined breasts.

Abby took a big sip of her beer, looking away. This was going to be a long night.

Everyone sat on the couch and on the floor, getting ready to play cards. You, who had gone to get a beer from the freezer, stopped to look around. The seats on the couch were all taken, you could have sat on the floor, but...

"My back hurts," you said. "I didn't want to sit on the floor."

You looked directly at Abby, and then at her lap. Abby coughed up the liquid she had just swallowed and straightened up, moving her arms out of the way.

"You can... um... sit here." She said, her cheeks turning extremely red.

You smiled and did so, carefully sitting on her lap, getting comfortable.

"That's not fair! You'll see each other's cards!" Leah complained.

"Don't worry, I won't play." you said, taking a sip of your beer.

After half an hour, both you and Abby were already on the end of their second beer. You laughed ( while feeling Abby's arm around your waist) at the drama Manny and Leah were creating. In their theory, everyone was cheating.

You were getting more and more comfortable on Abby's lap, after all, feeling her strong arms around you was comforting. You even felt like a queen.

I'm on Abby fucking Anderson's lap, me, and no one else - you thought.

Abby was, as well, in heaven. Completely ecstatic with the fun of the game, and having you laughing in her lap, your body against hers...oh my god this night couldn't end.

The best part was that, sometimes, the neckline of your sweater would move, and she would see more than she should. She would look away, and bite her lip to contain herself, but dam, that night was a dream.

"You'll never win this one" You whisper in her ear.

"I'm not playing to win," Abby says, and suddenly an idea came to her, and she gathers the courage to utter the words, "I already won the night."

As she said this, her hand tightened around your waist. Your eyes locked on each other. If there was no one in the room, you would had kiss her.

Abby’s hand moved from your waist to your thigh and squeezed, hard. Your lips parted, soundless, and you swore you saw Abby’s eyes light up.

"Hey!" Nick yelled "Can you two stop eye-fucking each other? Abby, it's your turn for god's sake!"

You laughed at Abby's red cheeks and ajdusted yourself so she could reach the centre table and place her cards.

The night went on, and you were already starting to feel the alcohol taking effect. You felt light, and everything was funny, absolutely everything. Besides, every sensation in your body was burning, Abby's fingers were fire, a good and exciting fire. You moved on top of her with the purpose of making her hand touch places it shouldn't. Abby was so nervous, she could feel her heart beating against her ears. Sometimes, her fingers would hit or brush against the edges of your breasts, and everything in Abby screamed.

"Oh, alright, you always defend Leah!" Manny was complaining.

"That's because she is always right!" You laugh, resting your head on Abby's.

"You are a pain in the ass. Get married then, you two make a beautiful couple! Fuck it"

"I wouldn't mind marrying her!" Leah announced, just to piss Manny off.

"Kiss the bride!"

Leah stood up, staggering a little until she reached you and Abby. She leaned in, and you leaned in too, making your lips met in a messy, sloopy kiss, right in front of Abby. Like, just inches away from her.

The rest of the group laughed and started clapping.

Meanwhile, Abby was just standing there, her eyes glued to the two of you. Leah tasted like alcohol, obviously, and as always she was a good kisser.

It was so exciting, but mostly because you were doing it right in front of Abby, you could still feel her arm around you and her hand tightening around your waist. Kissing a friend just for fun was good in itself, but feeling Abby's gaze glued to your lips stoked a fire inside you: you could rip off Leah's clothes right there in front of everyone, just to put on a show for Abby.

God dammit you wanted to moan.

Unconsciously, Abby squeezed the skin of your waist, following the movement of the kiss, the tongues, the saliva... She was hypnotized.

"Aw, c'mon, don't leave Abby out!" Nick teased, receiving a disapproving look from Owen.

But Leah wasted no time. Tearing her lips from yours, she brought a hand to Abby's neck and pulled her violently against herself, kissing her furiously.

Abby's eyes widened, as did yours. Kissing Leah was already an inside joke in the group, but including Abby? It seemed out of the rules, but everyone whistled, and part of you melted as you watched Abby kiss so closely.

The way her lips dragged and took Leah's, her tongue entering her friend's mouth, her nose against Leah's skin. Shit, that was too much... and everyone was too drunk to care, so fuck it.

You pulled Abby by her braid, ripping her from Leah, and collapsed your lips on hers. Leah laughed and whistled, clapping along with the others, cheering on whatever the hell was going on. Even Mel looked amazed. Owen was the only one with a stupid face.

Abby moaned against you, kissing you with a fury you couldn't even keep up with, but it didn't matter, you were finally kissing her. Abby was finally kissing you, and you tasted so good. No kiss with Owen could compare to this. The feel of your tongue against hers sent shivers through her entire body.

How had she not discovered this before? Who would have thought kissing her friend was so good. In fact, kissing her friends... Leah sat on top of Abby too, and Abby's brain knew right away what to do. Her hand sought Leah's face, caressing it. Suddenly, Leah took Abby's finger into her mouth.

Abigial didn't know what to do with herself, overwhelmed of the two of you. The only thing she could do was finding relief in your lips.

Some seconds later, you broke the kiss, too desperate for air. The group let out their last whistles, while Leah stood up and did a celebratory dance before sitting back down in her seat. You and Abby were still looking at each other, blushing and panting. What the hell had just happened?

"Well, I think I got a bonner" Manny announced, receiving a slap from Leah "Nick, come on hermano, you and me now"

"Ew no, stay away from me" Nick gave him a middle finger.

Everyone laughed.

"I just kissed Abby fucking Anderson. I win!" Leah rose her arms up, with the biggest smile on her face.

Abby looked around, embarassed. Kissing her was something to be celebrated?

"Hey, we kissed" You corrected your friend. "We win"

"It's not a big deal" Abby said, still recovering from the adrenaline of the moment.

"Are you kidding me, Abby?" Leah protested " You are like...the lesbians' final boss. Every girl on this base has fantasies about you"

Abby's eye widden. what?

"She's right" Manny confirmed.

Abby was out of words. All this time, she was...desired? By the girls? Holy shit.

"This is pathetic" Owen murmured.

While the others started to argue with Owen, Abby was still lost in thoughts.

She was desired. It felt like a dream.

Then, she looked at you. Your lips were swollen, red and glossy. Such a pretty view. Did you desire her like that too? Did you have fantasies about her?

"I thought you were the most desired one" Abby says to you, holding eye contact like it's a physical need.

You laughed "Nah....I'm not that interesting"

"Are you kidding me?" Abby adjusted herself and you on the couch. "I wish I was on those girl's place"

It took a second for both fo you to register what Abby had just said.

You frowned. Abby's browns flew up, shocked with her own words. Oh no....had she just said...THAT!?

"I...." Abby tried to say something, anything, maybe correct herself, but nothing came out.

You didn't even have words.

After some time, everyone started to gather up to leave. You got out of Abby's lap, and walked awkwardly, followed by an equaly awkward and embarassed Abigial.

After the goodbyes, you left together with Leah.

The silence was loud. Your mind was running like crazy, repeting Abby's words over and over. Maybe you heard it wrong, maybe you misunderstood it. But...by Abby's reaction, you did hear it right.

Fuck, Abby wanted to fuck you?

"What's on your mind?" Leah asked after some minutes of silence.

"Nothing important" You said.

"Don't lie to me...That shit with Abby was intense"

"We were drunk" you said. Yhea, that was a great excuse. Maybe Abby was too drunk and didn't mean it.

"We were happy, not drunk. Those beers were horrible" Leah said, bumping her shoulder on yours "You and Abby kissed like crazy"

"Shut up"

"No, I'm serious. It was a hungry makeout, even I was impressed. And when you broke the kiss!? Abby's face was a mess, she definitely wanted more"

"It was just a joke for the group. Don't overthink it" You said, not because you believed it, but because you didn't want to discuss it with Leah.

"She totally wants you" Leah said, and you ignored it, just like Abby ignored when Manny said the exact same thing.

"Let me sleep, dude" Abby complained, already laying down on her bed.

"I'm telling you, Abs. If you went to her door, asking for it, she would totally be into it"

Those words circled Abby's minds for minutes. She tossed and turned on her bed. Everything was playing at high speed on her head.

You. You. You. Fucking You.

Your voice. Your eyes. Your tits. Your lips. Your kiss. Your moans. You kissing Leah. You on her lap. Your hand on her arm. You scissoring with the other girl.

Fuck. Abby couldn’t sleep like this, so she slid her hand inside her pants, searching for the spot that pulsed against the fabric of her panties. She was so wet. How pathetic.

Her fingers massaged her clitoris in a thousand and one different ways, with different rhythms and different pressures. It wasn't enough. Her hand went down, with her fat fingers sliding through her folds and penetrating herself. It wasn't enough, she couldn't get there, she couldn't satisfy herself.

Abby bit the pillow angrily, whimpering against the fabric.

She needed you. She wanted sex with you. Only you could shut up the anxiety and the bad dreams. Only you could satisfy her.

So she got up. Got out of the room. Walked throughout the corridor and stoped at your door. I was now or never. she didn’t care about anything anymore. She needed it, even if she looked pathetic.

When you opened the door, half asleep, you froze by the sight. Abby. But not just Abby. Her face, her eyes. So glossy, dreamy, no...needy. She was frowning like someone had denied her a candy.

"Abs?"

Abby didn’t know how to say it. "I...."

"What's wrong?"

Her eyes locked into yours, like she was about to cry.

"I....I want to have sex with you" Abby whimpered.