#abby anderson x poc!reader

[vifilms]

†⠀warnings y disclaimers — eighteen+, sexual content (alluding), jock!abby, soft!abby, simp!abby, stubborn!reader, abby being a tease. part one.

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jock!abby patience was wearing incredibly thin. she was always having to share you with ellie and she despised the situation just like the fucking brat — the one who demanded all your time and attention. okay, so maybe she was being a bit needy, and really the two of you hadn’t really said you were exclusive, but abby wasn’t with anyone else and didn’t want to be. she was stupidly sweet on you, and the sex was amazing. you were worth it for her to fight a little more.

jock!abby caved when it’s been an entire month and all she got were longing texts from you. saying you missed her but with classes, trying to keep your head above water, and ellie, you just didn’t simply have the time right now. although, abby blushed when you confessed she was important to you and you would see her soon. it’s the only time she’s thankful the interaction is filtered through a screen.

jock!abby called you the night before the game, she was supposed to be sleeping, or at least trying to, but with you on the forefront of her mind it seemed nearly impossible. she was embarrassed, your phone ringing four times, no answer. but on the fifth, you finally picked up. she thought you were ignoring her, avoiding her at the very least. but then you’re honeyed voice drips all over her heart and now it truly feels like the first day of spring.

“You should be sleeping, Abs. You have such an early day tomorrow and you need rest.” “I know, I just-” Abby took a moment to breathe, trying to calm herself enough to not reveal herself as a totally pathetic loser. “I’m so tense, baby. How am I supposed to sleep?” “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me what has you so…tense.” You question suggestively, your voice lowering an octave. “Well, I haven’t see you in a month, so there’s that.” Abby hints, and you pick up on it immediately. “There’s a line of girls on this campus who would love to ease the tension for you. Pick one, I’m sure you wouldn’t have to go far.” Your tone is bitter, thinking of her with someone else, but you don’t have much room to feel jealousy. Not when Ellie would feel like you stabbed her in the back if she found out about your late night rendezvous with Abby. “Stop it.” Abby barked. “What?” “You’re honestly going to make me say it? When you’re the one who’s been avoiding me? Really going to make me beg for it, baby?” You snap. “I haven’t been avoiding you.” It’s useless now. Abby has you pinned. Honestly, you’re not even upset about it. “You don’t have to lie me. I already know what you want.” “Fine, I’ll bite. What do I want, Abby?” “You want to not like me, right? It’d be easier wouldn’t it? I bet it would. But you like me, sure as hell love fucking me, and that can’t sit well. Not when I’m the enemy, not when I’m so evil and cruel.” You were silent, only heavy breathing could be heard on the phone. “Just tell me to fuck off, tell me I’m mean, tell me I’m the worst and I’ll hang up and you won’t have to talk to me again.” Abby continues, as if she needs to say anymore. “Be a good girl for Ellie, baby. It’s why you’ve deprived me of your pussy, huh? Tell me you don’t want to feel my lips, my tongue, my fingers. Be a good fucking girl and say it.” You were biting your lip, a moan threatening to escape. Pathetic. “I-I don’t, this isn’t…” You choke up, and god you can practically see her grinning. “You don’t want me?” Abby teased. “It’s….god, please Abs.” “You fall asleep in my arms, but then ditch before I can wake up. You don’t wanna see me but text me for weeks how much you miss me. You’re going to have to do better than that. Tell me what you want.” You’re trying to get something out, anything but you can’t seem to form a thought when Abby keeps going on and on, your cunt clenching every time you hear her voice. You’re forgetting why you’ve kept your distance in the first place. “I wanna make you feel good, help with the tension. Baby, please let me.” She finally breaks you, but the both you are smiling and Abby’s light laughter edges into the small cracks of your heart. “Mmmm, baby. Tell me how good it feels to be fucking yourself with your fingers to the sound of my voice. Don't even bother lying this time.”

jock!abby thinks about your breathy moans, the wet sounds of your cunt bouncing through the mic and into her ears. she loves hearing you moan her name out, you’re so desperate for her. so willing to be whatever she wants you too even if it will cost you. abby feels bad, but then she sees you and suddenly she doesn’t care what kind of karma comes her way. if she gets to have you, isn’t it worth the cost?

jock!abby isn’t surprised when you’re knocking on her door three days later. it’s clear what you want or at least she thinks so. it’s almost midnight and abby thought you just want to fuck. she’d be more than happy to oblige. she’d pretty much do anything. you’re as sweet as they get, more than she deserves, but she takes it anyways.

jock!abby catches you with her unwavering strength, your legs wrapped around her waist and your arms locked around neck. you’re whispering how bad you need her, how much you’ve missed her, how shitty your week has been, and the only thing getting you through was telling her all about it. so, she lets you. it’s foolish maybe, but abby can only think with her heart right now, and it really wants to be with you.

[infernalodie]

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐭.𝟐 || 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

"𝘐𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥"

Inspo: Jacob Banks - Devil That I Know Sabrina Claudio - Frozen

Pairing: Abby Anderson x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Trouble in paradise...

Warning: Fluff with angst at the end.

Part One - Finale

Words: 4829

The love you had felt a day ago had been deeply invested in the soil of your mind. Roots interweaved and twisted until they met one solid structure that stood strong and tall. Supplied with nutrients that were needed; love and care.

That was what love stood for and represented. Something strong, unmoving, and beautiful. Yet, in less than 24 hours, Ellie’s actions had been able to break that tree down to a rotting, hollow trunk. The roots able to retract and give supply to another tree had done so. Leaving the remaining ones to stand still as a flame burnt them to a crisp.

She’d done that. She’d managed to bring a firestorm to what was fine and unique and destroy it. A burnt forest left to take what was once beautiful.

You were broken. Sadly, that was a truth you had admitted when Issac had you locked up once more. Left to craft a makeshift bandage from the wound in your leg and just wait. Wishing there was some way you could alleviate the weight in your chest.

Abby hadn’t said anything to you after you gave her the info she needed. Truthfully, you were too exhausted and hurt to care either. All you cared about was sleep and hopefully being allowed to leave this cell soon.

“We shouldn’t have left her as we did.” Dina’s words shook the auburn-haired girl from her empty stare. Turning her head to the other to find her sitting up from the couch, still feeling the sickness from her pregnancy. “Maybe it was a mistake for me to ever tell you how I felt. If it saved me from feeling the weight I do, I would’ve kept everything to myself.”

Ellie chewed on her bottom lip, shaking her head as she replayed those few moments. A large vent pinning your foot and restricting your movements. And when the foul screech of a Clicker sounded, silencing the trio, raising the anxiety in their bodies. It all just happened so fast. You were trapped. If they tried to do anything, they would’ve been dead as well. Then this would’ve all been for nothing, and Ellie couldn’t have that.

But maybe she was just saying that to herself to justify the purpose of her selfish decision. An argument could be made that she felt something for Dina and everything between you two had been fizzling out like water to sugar. But that would also mean her having to admit she led you on because she had. And maybe this was the easiest way for her to non-verbally tell you that things were different now.

“She’s dead, Dina,” Ellie finally spoke, turning her head half-heartedly toward the ill girl. But ever meeting her guilty eyes. “She knew what she was signing up for when she came along.”

Dina pursed her lips, wiping away the tears that slid down her cheeks. “But you aren’t acknowledging the obvious, Ellie,” she pointed out. “She was your girlfriend and you chose me over her. Do you not feel any guilt over that?”

Licking her lips, Ellie reached over and took Dina’s hand. “All I know is that I chose the girl that I love.”

The city streets were quiet. Way too quiet for Abby. There was the occasional conversation with Manny and Mel, but not enough to ease her cautious awareness that they were out in the open and a perfect target for the Seraphites.

Hearing a quiet grumble behind her, she peeked over her shoulder to see you holding your stomach. “Do you want me to carry your pack?” She inquired, surprising herself with how soft the question was.

But you raised your hand, exhaling heavily. “If we get in a firefight, I need you to shoot. The pack helps keep me planted when I’m firing,” you pointed out, able to spare a faint smile toward the girl. “But a shot of Vodka might be good right now.”

Abby smiled, placing a large hand on your lower back as the both of you moved up the steps of the old warehouse that stored a boat. “When we get to the F.O.B., I’ll be sure to get you that shot.”

It’d been some time since you were locked in that cage. Since you had to piss in a bucket or eat food off the dirty floor. But since then, your intelligence of Ellie and Dina had convinced Issac to task you with Abby for patrols or any deployments. And it wasn’t like you saw any choice in the matter. You couldn’t be banking on some sort of hope that someone would storm the stadium, kill everyone and save you. It was unrealistic. So, you did the thing you were good at. You helped people. You helped Nora and Mel where you could and stayed in that cell with the addition of a dirty mattress until Issac trusted you enough to go out on patrols.

And now, with everyone being called to the front, you were deemed needed for whatever came next. Abby reassured you, seeing this as a way to earn your keep and be considered a part of the WLF. But you knew full well where Manny stood with your presence now added to the group.

In fact, many people were indifferent about your contributions to the force. You were a doctor and started aiding the wounded from attacks then you were going on small skirmishes with fellow WLF soldiers. But they were simply waiting for the moment they could put a bullet in your back.

You held no particular fond spot in anyone’s mind. You were an anomaly. Walking a lonely highway hoping to find a new place to call home.

That’s why you stuck to yourself when moving with the trio. Mel tried to strike up some sort of conversation, but you kept your mouth shut. And you kept your eyes averted whenever Manny wished to show you his distaste for you accompanying them. Abby was really the only person you were willing to spend time with and talk to. She was the only person not looking to tear your head off. She taught you how to properly handle their rifles and taught you what you needed just in case something were to happen out in the field.

She was your only friend.

Moving through the warehouse and moving down a slope leading to a few box carts where you took notice of voices further down the tracks. With the density of bushes and tall grass, the approach was made easy, but the execution of taking the Serphaites down wasn’t. You are stuck near Abby, not trusting yourself on your own. And once she killed the first and Manny killed the second, the Seraphites took notice. Then all hell broke loose.

Gunfire sounded throughout the overgrown enclosure with you seeking refuge inside of a box cart. Taking pot shots and beginning to feel the ache in your shoulder from the recoil of the rifle. Mel, Manny and Abby handled the situation like pros. Taking one down after another until the only sound to be heard was your panting. Adrenaline coursing through your system.

“All clear!” Abby announced, shouldering her rifle. “You good?” Abby inquired, appearing from behind cover and walking toward you.

With a sheepish nod, you hopped out of the box cart and followed behind the group. Climbing up a mound of dirt and onto a broken landing that held a gate ahead of them.

Walking over, Abby pushed against one of the sides and created big enough of a gap the chain would allow. “Through here.” Abby moved out of the way, allowing you to step through first before she followed and the other two did the same.

The moment you stepped through, barely able to take account of your surroundings, a distinct whistle sounded. And before you could respond, a hand grabbed the back of your pack and yanked you inside the gas station just as the sound of gunfire appeared. Bullets whizzing past you, the wall behind the front register was slowly becoming riddled with bullets. The trio were quick to return fire and keep the Seraphites off of them for as long as they could.

But you were stuck with that constant tremble in your joints. Much like when you had your first run-in with the cult, you couldn’t pull the trigger. This fieldwork wasn’t where you belonged. You preferred being stuck inside a tent smelling like metal and injured bodies all around you. That was when you were in your zone. But this? This shit isn’t ever going to be where you exceed.

By the time the gunfire stopped, you were already being hoisted to your feet. Faced to look at all the dead bodies of cultists, which were a lot more than you were expecting. They had the upper hand, the same firepower and large able bodies. But you were beginning to discover the pattern with Abby that she was practically invincible and a lot better than most people in this day and age were capable of being.

“We got wounded in the truck. Mind giving us a hand with that, outsider?” The title had stuck rather quickly in the short amount of time of you being “recruited” into the WLF. Everyone didn’t call you by your name or consider you a human being. If anything, you were a dog on a leash, being tugged along by Issac to do as he ordered. Because if you weren’t going to give him any info on Ellie or Dina, then he would make you useful.

Nodding, you followed into the truck after Manny. Moving to the center relinquishing your pack and quickly pulling out some gauze. Glancing up at the injured WLF soldier, he was shot right through the hand. Nothing that could limit his capabilities to work, but it would make him have to put down the rifle for a few weeks at best.

“Hold your hand out for me. This isn’t going to hurt, but bear with me, all right?” The man nodded, straining as you began to wrap the gauze around the wound. “You might think this part is the worst, but I’m going to need you to squeeze this as hard as you can.” Placing the roll of gauze in his hand, you slipped back into the seat behind you and sighed. Holstering your rifle and securing it whilst ejecting the round from the chamber. Out of everything Joel taught you and what you picked up, it was never wrong to make sure a gun was extra safe.

“You froze.” Lifting your gaze, you found Manny staring at you with almost a look of empathy. It was new coming from him. Constant badgering and snide remarks were all you got from the man. “In the train yard and gas station. You froze.”

It took you a moment, letting out a breathy laugh as you nodded sheepishly. “I’m not good with guns.”

“That’s hard to believe considering how you discharged your weapon.” He motioned to the rifle in your grasp. “Who taught you that?”

With pursed lips, you looked down. “Joel. Joel Miller.” That created a riveting silence amongst the “Salt Lake” group that stared at you. Still, the vivid imagery of that night still haunted Abby to this day. And to think that you travelled all the way here with your ex and a friend to kill her and everyone there that killed Joel was hard to grasp. She guessed this was some sort of act of torture. Forcing her to see the pain she indirectly caused with her decision. “But my father taught me how to handle a rifle–the basics, you know? His father taught him since he was a Vet before the world went to shit and whatnot. But Joel taught me to how to shoot, how to clean a gun, and how to kill someone.”

For the rest of the ride, the group was silent and you enjoyed it. Often, you felt like the outcast during most conversations with Abby’s group. The point being; they killed a close friend of yours. So, it wasn’t like you could talk about getting beers or having a barbeque with them. Instead, you would stand there in silence and only talk when someone attempted to converse with you. So, the silence was slowly becoming your best friend each day.

Arriving at the F.O.B., you hopped off the truck and assisted the injured man and Mel off. But it wasn’t long before a man came running over. “Hey, Outsider! Issac wants you in his office, pronto!”

Abby smiled. “No rest for the wicked, huh?” She teased.

You scoffed, nudging her softly. “I’ll see you up there?”

“You can count on it.” You smiled once more at the woman, feeling your guys’ gaze linger on one another a moment too long before you turned. Cheeks warm as you followed the soldier through the front barracks of the base.

From the gate, WLF soldiers were piled up under tents to avoid the sun. Some were working with faulty weaponry and supplying ammo, assisting with teammate’s gear. Others were working on battle plans and zones occupying Serphite forces. And in the center was where the fresh scent of food caught your senses. Men and women seated on dirty benches feasting on one of the few meals they could get in a day. It made you wish you got to stay back at the stadium. At least then you got to eat some fruit and not starve.

Entering the central compound, the dim lighting of fires blossoming from barrels did very little to give you a view of the interior. It wasn’t until you reached the lobby made into a jail of sorts that you could see clearer. The backup generators set up outside gave the fluorescent lights power with them occasionally flickering. But your eyes shifted to the prisoners. Seraphites and outsiders. All of them sitting in their own piss and shit. The sight of it was more enlightening than disgusting because you were in their place a mere few days ago. You were sleeping on concrete in your own filth. The only difference was Abby had specifically requested that you be given a bucket. The point was, seeing it from the outside gave you insight into what you must’ve looked like. And safe to say, you weren’t planning on it ever happening again.

Riding the elevator up to the office, the soldier opened the door for you. But you found no sign of Issac and as if the man was reading your thoughts, he said, “He’ll be up shortly.” And he left without hearing your response. Leaving you in a cleansing silence that you slowly eased back into. Collapsing onto a counter and staring out the window. The sunset hit your face nicely and allowed itself to warm you from the cold inside the office.

It took a few minutes, but Issac soon arrived. But when he entered, he turned around and stopped Manny and Abby. “The both of you wait outside.”

You frowned, sliding off the counter and looking past your leader at a confused Abby who looked like she wanted to protest but was stopped by the door closing on her.

Issac then turned to you. “Y/n,” he sighed, walking to his desk. “I heard you’ve been a great help at the Stadium.”

“Um, yes, sir. I’ve been picking up jobs where I can.” You hated these types of conversations with the man. It wasn’t too long ago that he had you tied to a chair and was extracting information from you. Cutting you up and probably was planning on doing worse. But you hated how intimidating he could be at times. You weren’t the confrontational type and he solidified it with his constant hollow demeanor.

“That’s good. Good.” Lifting up a paper, he waved it with a smile, scoffing to himself. “This job is going to kill me.”

“What can I do, sir?” You asked, taking a step.

He sighed, turning to sit on the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. “In the next coming days, I’m going to need you to stay here.”

The order nearly made you laugh. But finding his expression unchanging, you felt your own smile slowly drop. “May I ask why, sir?”

“We’re staging an assault against the Seraphite’s island and when we come back, I’m going to need a medic ready to patch our soldiers-”

“Is Abby going, sir?” The question slipped without much thought being put into it. Judging by the look on Issac’s face, he wasn’t exactly expecting it either. But he’d seen and heard about the two of you. How the both of you were nearly joined to the hip since you were released. He wasn’t sure how his most trusted soldier was able to grow attached to an outsider like you.

But he brushed it off. “This isn’t up for debate, Y/n,” he said. “They go, you stay.”

Pursing your lips, you nodded. “Affirm’, sir.”

“Good.” He turned back toward his desk, saying over his shoulder, “Your room is down the hall. Last door on the left.”

Biting your bottom lip, you walked to the door and swung it open. Finding the two soldiers standing talking to one another. But when they found your defeated expression, their conversation halted. Abby is the one to step forward and place a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Sniffling, you nodded, jutting a thumb over your shoulder. “You should go. He’s waiting.” Slipping past her, you were quick to wipe your cheeks as you followed the directions provided by Issac and entered your quarters for the next few days.

You didn’t know why you were crying. You didn’t want to. If anything, you were glad to be out of harm's way. Protecting and saving people was where you excelled. But you couldn’t take a life. No matter the person, it still meant that you were killing a part of yourself to survive. So, shouldn’t you be feeling relief instead of dread?

With a shaky exhale, you hit yourself in the head. “Stop!” The answer to such a simple question was Abby. It felt so wrong to care for her. After everything she’s done, she was supposed to get a bullet in the head or a knife in the stomach. But you hadn’t done what you were tasked with doing when you came to Seattle. That promise to Ellie had fallen through the moment you smiled at Abby. Then again, did you have to keep a promise with someone who couldn’t even keep theirs?

Storing your gear in the corner of the room by the bed, you made quick work to occupy your attention from the daunting thoughts and eventual conversation with Abby. Going into the fridge and pulled out some bread and eggs. Placing a pan on the stove and turning on the burner with butter soon following.

A knock sounded at the door before it slowly peeked open. Abby’s head slipped through the crack, glancing around before finding you standing in front of the stove, cracking open an egg and letting it hit the pan. Its loud sizzle and pops make you step back and look at Abby. “Do you want some?”

She smiled, shutting the door behind her. “Sure.” Walking across the room, she placed her gear with yours before looking around. Eyes staying transfixed on the single bed in the room.

“I’ll sleep on the floor.” You frowned, looking over your shoulder at the girl who was already unrolling her sleeping bag. It made you laugh.

“Scared you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself, Abby?” You asked, chuckling to yourself.

“I’ve been keeping self-control since I met you, Y/n,” Abby muttered. “But I want you to be  comfortable and I would take up most of the bed.”

“But what if I don’t want to sleep alone?” You inquired a hint of mischievous intent in your voice.

Your arms crossed over your chest as Abby tilted her head slightly, smirking. This game that the two of you have played has been going on since the moment Abby saved you from imprisonment. Or maybe it started a few days after she found you helping Nora and Mel in the medical bay. Either way, it was a cat-and-mouse game that neither of you wasn’t afraid of indulging in. And, at the deepest part in your core, you knew this wasn’t okay. To sleep with the “enemy”. But she was attractive and had been nothing but caring to you since she met you. And maybe you fell for people so easily before looking at the red flags, but you wanted to enjoy life for a little while longer. At least until she left for the attack against the Seraphites. Because if she didn’t come back, you wanted to have one last night with her.

The steam of the stove grabbed your attention once more. Smirking to yourself, you flipped the egg. You could feel her gaze bore into your figure.

And it only took a few moments before you felt her hulking figure press into your back. Her pelvis is flush with your ass and her hands holding your hips. Her finger dipped further, gently pressing into your pelvis. It made you smile.

With her face pressing into the back of your head, you muttered, “If you’re wanting to fuck, then just say so, Abby Anderson.”

“Is it obvious?” Your only response was to gently shake your head, dreadlocks hitting her face, making her laugh.

With a deep guttural groan, Abby spun you around and lifted you onto the counter. A yelp fell from your lips as your hands fell to her shoulders, legs interlocking around her waist. Abby let out a deep sigh, staring up at you with a small smile.

“So, are you going to make the first move or do I have to?”

The two of you laid side by side with one another. You were still trying to capture your breath and savour the taste of Abby’s nectar on your tongue. Gently pressing kisses into her side. Your legs were tangled amongst one another with a bedsheet lazily draped over the both of you to escape the cool breeze that slipped through the window.

A sweet sheen covered your guys’ bodies that didn’t at all seem to bother either of you. If anything, it made the moment seem to carry on a little longer.

Letting out a gentle laugh, Abby sighed. “I’ve never done it with a girl.”

You smirked, rolling onto your stomach and resting on your forearms. “Did I impress?”

Abby grinned, nodding eagerly. “Oh, yeah. You did more than impress.” A soft laugh fell from your lips as you chewed on your nail, shaking your head.

Although you knew there might be some sort of clarity that hits you, making you regret your decision, you still enjoyed it. There had been something primal and intimate with Abby that you forgot what it felt like after months with Ellie. This felt way too different 

“You ever think about running away?” You asked, looking at the taller girl. “

“Where would you want to go?” Abby inquired, staring up at the ceiling.

“Canada sounds nice. I mean, the winter would be shitty, but it’s nothing I’m not used to,” you said.

Abby hummed, eyebrows slightly pinching together in thought. “I think anywhere with you would be nice.”

Your lips rolled, corners pulling upwards as Abby huffed. “Flirting is not my thing, huh?”

A graceful laugh fell from your lips, forehead resting against the other side. “Baby, stick to flexing and being all sexy and flirting won’t ever have to be used.”

Another break of silence took its place with the two of you enjoying one another’s company. Holding one another softly. And it felt true. Like this is where you belonged.

Despite everything that happened leading up to this point, you liked this. It was a simple way of life working with the WLF and you wished this had been what you experienced in Jackson and with Ellie. But there always had to be something relating to Ellie’s pent-up anger and Maria tasking you with patrols. At least now you could do what you had trained yourself to do for years and feel like you might be making a difference.

And Abby made it better.

“I want you to know that I care about you.” Your confession came suddenly and caught Abby off guard. “Like, despite what we both went through. I care about you so fucking much and I know I shouldn’t. But, If I can, I want to be here with you.”

“Then stay.” You looked up at Abby, finding her smiling softly down at you. “I mean, who else is going to wake me up by throwing books at me.”

A laugh fell from your lips as you nodded. “Yeah, I guess I have a role to fulfill, huh?” She smiled, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before leaning back.

But Abby’s smile slowly faltered as she sighed. “I have to go out and find Owen soon. Any WLF soldier that finds him will likely shoot him on sight for what he did.” Despite her saying this, she made no move to start getting ready. She continued to stroke your hip slowly, occasionally reaching around to grab at your ass possessively. In all honesty, she didn’t want to waste any time away from you considering she was going to be putting her life on the line against the Seraphites.

You picked at the fabric of the pillowcase, adjusting your position on your forearms. Pursing your lips, you asked,  “You still love him, don’t you?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have done this.” Sitting up with her back against the headboard, you adjusted to lay between her legs with your chin resting on her pelvis. “What I and Owen had is history. Young teenage love that faded out. Right now, I’m focused on you. I want to make sure I have something to come back to.”

“The attack on the Seraphites,” you measured your words, almost cautious of what you might say. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I’ll radio you if anything comes up, all right?” She kissed you on the corner of your lips and you nodded. Reach up and grab her ponytail and forcefully tug her back down to meet you fully. Tilting your head and pressing further into the kiss. Only parting with your teeth gently at her bottom lip. Warm breaths intertwined with one another as you looked up at her with those eyes that tempted her to forget Owen for a little longer and spend some more time with you

“Make sure you come back to me.”

It’d been a day or maybe two. It was hard to tell at this point with the workload given to you. What you did know is that there had been little to no communication from Abby. And laying awake in your room, thoughts of the prior night kept you up and wanting more.

In full honestly, it’d been a while since you got laid. Ellie had been rather busy before Joel even passed and most of the time she wasn’t in the mood. So, you had to deal with the pent-up stress and bottled it. Abby helped you release it and always seemed to be ready to give a “helping hand” with your situation.

So, maybe out of desperation, you grabbed your walkie-talkie and held it close. Smiling to yourself as you pressed the button and whispered, “Abby.” There was no response. “Abby, are you there?”

Again there was another long pause, making you realize how late it actually was. Making you sigh, sitting up in your bed with your legs curling into your chest. “I guess you might be sleeping. I’m pretty lonely here. I just wish you were here with me, you know?” You sighed. “I will say that if you don’t make it back to me, I’m going to go to hell and kill you again, all right? Let me know if Owen is alright and when you guys are on your way back.”

Silence filled the void, letting you hope that maybe your words had drifted into your sleepy daze and would be at the back of her mind when she woke. The idea of it made you smile. So, with a sheepish smile and a heat growing across your body, you whispered, “I love you.”

A pause before the radio clicked on with audio.

“Y/n.”

The voice made your body tense up as you stared at the device in horror. A cold chill ran down your spine, shivering as you shakily brought the device close and muttered,

“Ellie?”

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Write Your Name

Tattoo Artist! Abby Anderson x POC! Reader [Modern AU]

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Warnings: Established Relationship, Tattoo Needle, "Succubus" Womb Tattoo, Sex in Tattoo Shop, Semi-Public Sex, Fingering, Praise, Teasing, Abby calls you a "good girl" and "naughty girl", showing off a tattoo, sexy bikini, pool party, alcohol

Summary: You decide to surprise Abby with your new tattoo idea - a stylized version of her name... that you want to be tattooed over your womb. And, you want her to do it. Afterward, Abby shows you her appreciation for you getting it done.

“You want me to… what?” Abby blinks, her eyes widening as you hold up the paper with your idea on it. You spent ages sketching out your plan, looking up references, and doing your best to make it look beautiful. You’ve always wanted a tattoo like this, and you love Abby’s work so who’s better to tattoo it on you other than your girlfriend? Abby had closed the shop early for today and you had immediately sprung up from your seat in the back to show her your idea. You wanted to catch her before she started putting her things away.

“Tattoo a womb tattoo on me.” You grin mischievously, watching as Abby practically shortcircuits. She glances out into the shop as if she’s embarrassed to answer. Nora is the only person in here, lounging with her feet up on her desk as she scrolls through her phone. She normally did that to make sure there are no cancellations for tomorrow. 

“That’s my name.” Abby points at it, getting a nod from you.

“Yes.” You hum, grinning wider.

“You want to get my name tattooed… over your womb.”

“Yes.” You nod. The image in discussion is heavily stylized after a Succubus’ womb tattoo. Abby’s full name - Abigail - had been incorporated into the hearts and horns. It took you forever to figure out how to do it in a way that didn’t make the name jump out. You had to actually look, tracing the lines with your eyes to spell it out. But, you knew your girlfriend would find her name with her attention to detail.

“Y/n, I-” Abby licks her lips, struggling to find the right words, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m more than sure.” You brush a strand of her hair behind her ear, “I really want this and I wouldn’t ask anyone else to do it. I want my girlfriend’s art on my body.” A soft pink appears on Abby’s cheeks as she takes the paper from you.

“You want it exactly like this?” Abby wakes up her tablet screen, her computer monitors waking up along with it, “Or am I allowed to adjust things?” You squeal softly, plopping down in the chair next to her in excitement.

“You’re absolutely allowed to adjust anything you want.” You tell her, getting a chuckle in response. You watch as she takes a picture of it, pulling it up on Procreate to look at it much closer.

“Let’s see what we can do.” Abby smiles at you. She takes the time to go over the design with you, pointing out places where she could make a change or add to it. You discussed what colors you wanted to do - choosing to go with a neon red and pink style. Abby’s shoulders had tensed when you brought it up but she agreed with it and said that she liked your vision of it. Once she had it confirmed - she asked you ten times if you wanted it tattooed - she got it ready on the transfer paper.

“Hey, you two lovebirds!” Nora grabs your attention, slipping on her coat, “I’m leaving you to it. I expect a picture of it once it’s done.” She grins, pulling her bag onto her shoulder.

“You’ll be the first to see it!” You wave at her as she heads to the back of the shop. Abby leads you into one of the private rooms used for tattoos like this. Although you are the only two there, it still offered a feeling of privacy.

“Okay, babe.” Abby nudges you, “Pull your shorts down a bit, and get your cute ass onto that bed.” You get up and do as you’re told, flinching when your back touches the cold leather. You turn your head to look at Abby as she comes to stand over you. Your girlfriend practically looms over you from your position and you feel your cheeks heat up. She is wearing a tank top that has her muscular arms in full view, her arms covered in ink. You enjoy tracing her tattoos, including the little cartoon bee she has on her inner wrist. It was one of the many bees she had.

“You’re staring.” Abby gives you an amused smile, making you blush harder, “Now hold still so I don’t mess up the stencil placement.” You practically stop breathing as she lays the stencil over your womb, firmly pressing it into place with her hand. The feeling of her pressing down on your abdomen makes your body tingle as you’re reminded of the way she holds you in place during sex. You’re silent as she carefully peels the stencil back, observing how it transferred to your skin. She reaches down and holds up a mirror so you can see the placement.

“Is this where you want it?” She asks. You look at it and nod, getting an eyebrow raise from her. ‘Right. Verbal confirmation, even if I’m her girlfriend.’

“Yeah, it’s perfect. I like the way the points curve up over my hips.” You smile, feeling excited about it.

“Good.” Abby grins, patting your thigh, “I’ll grab the ink and we’ll get to work.” It doesn’t take too long before Abby takes a seat, giving you a silent question as she positions her arm over your lower body. You give her a nod and you hear the high-pitched humming of the machine as she puts the needle to your skin. At first, you're vividly aware of the needle going in and out of your skin but that gets sidelined in favor of something else. Abby.

Her arm is resting across your left thigh, warm against your skin as she stabilizes herself with your body. One thing about your girlfriend is that she’s pure muscle and that’s all you can feel. It doesn’t help that you’ve squeezed that arm between your legs too many times. Your mind starts to drift and you’re thinking about her touching you before you can stop yourself. You can feel your heartbeat pick up as you imagine her fingers brushing over your clit through your shorts. It was something she loved to do to tease you when you wore them. Ironically, they were the only ones you could wear and be comfortable in for this.

“Baby.” Abby’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, “Don’t be so dirty when I’m trying to focus.”

“Huh?” Your voice comes out a little higher than usual, “I didn’t say anything.” You hear Abby chuckle over the sound of the machine.

“I can tell what you’re thinking about.” You two make brief eye contact, then her attention is back on what she’s doing, “Your thigh tensed.”

“Ah.” The words die in your throat. There’s no way for you to tell her that she’s wrong, because she isn’t. 

“You find this attractive?” Abby questions teasingly, “Me tattooing my name on you?”

“If I’m honest, I wasn't thinking about that. I was admiring your muscles on display.” You feel your body warm, “But, now I am.” It’s unfair that she’s so attractive. She could be describing how the sky is blue and you’d be falling all over yourself to listen. You added her name because you knew she’d like it, even if she wouldn’t say it out loud. And, knowing that her name is mixed into such a scandalous tattoo makes you very horny. She’d see it every time you were intimate or even just getting changed.

“Well don’t get too excited, or I’m going to have to hold you in place.” Abby warns you, “You fidget when you’re really turned on.”

“I won’t.” You say, but that’s not what happened. Abby seemed to make it her mission to test you. She flirted with you as she worked, saying the things she knew you’d like to hear. 

“You’re being such a good girl and staying still.” Abby praises you. All you could do was try to respond verbally, forcing your body to stay still as your girlfriend continued. The praise made your heart soar and your head spin. There was nothing you loved more than being good for her, especially when she acknowledged it. At some point you did twitch, and true to her word, Abby’s hand firmly held your hips down.

“Baby, you don’t have to do that.” You whine, “I won’t move.”

“You said that earlier, princess.” Abby tsks, “I can’t have you moving and messing up the art.” You can hear the grin in her voice.

“You’re the worst.” You let your head fall back, slightly regretting your decision to have Abby tattoo you, “The worst.”

“Am I?” Abby asks, raising an eyebrow, “I guess it doesn’t matter what I do then, since I’m the worst.” That response made you nervous. She was going to make you regret those words. And, well… she did. The real test for you was when Abby shifted her arm and purposefully pressed it against your clit. You tried not to acknowledge it, to not give her the satisfaction, but you lost. She would stop applying pressure only to casually do it again a minute later. Her actions made your clit ache for attention. So the next time she did it, you couldn’t stop the soft moan that leaves your lips.

“Are you okay, baby?” Abby asks, pretending she doesn’t know what she did.

“Abby.” Your voice comes out breathy, “How much longer do we have?” You don’t know if you’ll be able to lay here much longer. You need her to touch you. She is infuriating in the best way possible.

“About ten minutes.” Abby hums, “Think you can be a good girl for me and get through it?” Your mind goes blank for a moment as you take in what she said.

“Y-Yeah.” You squeak, your face feeling like it’s on fire, “Yeah, I can.”

“Mmm, that’s my girl.” Abby pauses for a moment to press her lips to your thigh, “You’re so good for me.” You close your eyes and try to count down the last ten minutes. Each minute feels like forever as she continues to tease you.

“Aaanndd, we’re done.” Abby says, the sound of the machine turning off, “You can open your eyes now, Y/n. Do you want to look at it before I bandage it up?” 

“No. I already know it looks amazing.” You open your eyes and watch as she wipes the skin, before applying some kind of ointment to it. 

“You have a lot of faith in me.” Abby chuckles, bandaging it up with a smile.

“I do. I did just get your name tattooed.” You giggle, continuing to lay down to give your body a chance to regulate itself before you get up.

“I’m glad you do.” Abby kisses your forehead, “I’m going to clean up. You can either stay here or wait for me in the office.”

“I’ll stay here.” You hum and tuck your arms under your head. You lay there, resting as you hear Abby move around and put things away. You are being patient but your body is tingling with need.

“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?” Abby purrs, making you open your eyes, “You knew I’d like this.” Your breathing hitches at her lustful gaze, and she reaches out to caress your thigh.

“I did.” You swallow, feeling excited in a different way, “You’ve always reacted when I’ve jokingly mentioned getting it done.”

“I should reward you for this.” Abby leans down, her lips brushing over yours, “Would you like, baby?”

“Yes, please.” You whisper, separating your thighs. Abby tugs down your shorts more, her hand slipping between to rub you through your panties. You let out a shuddering sigh, finally getting some relief.

“Can I finger you?” Abby asks. That makes you smile. She was always asking for your consent in sneaky situations like this. 

“You can.” You smile at her. Abby tugs your panties aside and puts two of her thick fingers in. You gasp, feeling her stretch you out after you’ve been so tense.

“You’re so wet, baby. I really riled you up, didn’t I?” She coos, working her fingers against your g-spot.

“Yeess!” You moan, “Yes, you did.”

“I couldn’t help myself.” Abby playfully pouts, “You got my name tattooed on you. I have to show you how much I appreciate that.” She picks up the pace, keeping her fingers pressed to your g-spot as she uses her thumb to rub your clit. You moan, your body twitching from the intense pleasure as she brings you closer to release. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this in her shop of all places, but neither you nor Abby would be able to wait. And hey, disinfecting the bed wouldn’t be an issue.

“Abby!” You gasp out her name, “I’m going to cum!” You warn her.

“Cum for me, baby.” Abby purrs, kissing you. You moan against her lips as you cum, your walls clenching around her fingers. She gives you a moment to relax, affectionately kissing at your collarbone before removing her fingers. You watch contentedly as she walks around you to the sink to wash her hands.

“You really love that I got your name tattooed that much?” You question, feeling happy about it.

“I love it so much that I’m fucking you with the strap when we get home.” Abby says seriously, making you giggle.

~

Once the tattoo was healed, Abby would not stop touching it. She’d caress your abdomen with her thumb when cuddling, kiss it before going down on you, or trace it after sex with her fingers. It meant a lot to her that you’d do something so serious. She didn’t need it to know that you loved her, but it meant a lot regardless. Tattoos don’t come off, and with the style you requested, a cover-up would be very challenging. It really touched her heart… and she found it incredibly sexy on you. Even more so knowing that people wouldn’t notice the thorny print held her name. 

A few months after getting the tattoo, you were invited to a pool party with the crew. You had told Abby you weren’t going to show it off - a little lie so you could surprise her. You and Nora went shopping for swimsuits the day of and she helped you pick out one that would clearly show it off. She was the first person you told, and when you said you wanted it to be a surprise she was all for it. So you ended up with a sexy two-piece white bikini with high-cut straps. It perfectly framed the tattoo and made it stand out. You couldn’t wait to surprise Abby with it.

“Y/N! NORA!” Leah screams when she sees you two walk out to the patio. Everyone except for Abby - who is pouring something at the bar - is in the pool. The boys are playing volleyball at one end while the girls are hanging out at the other. ‘Yum.’ You eye Abby who’s wearing swim trunks and a bikini top. You really loved seeing all of her tattoos. 

“Hey!” You wave at them, “Sorry we’re late! Nora wanted to pick up some more beer.” Nora lifts up the extra case to show them, getting a cheer from the group. The guys tended to stick to drinking beer and Manny could put away a whole case on his own. While the girls drink beer too, they preferred mixing drinks most of the time.

“Hey, more beer is a perfect reason to be late!” Owen calls.

“Now, what are you doing with your clothes still on?!” Manny jokes, hitting the volleyball back to Nick, “Take them off and get in here!”

“Only for you, Manny!” Nora jokes back, getting laughs in response. You take the case from Nora and head over to the bar where Abby is. She looks up at you with a smile, pouring mango juice into the cup she had gotten you for your birthday.

“Awe, honey bee! You’re making me a drink?” You put the case down and give her a kiss on the cheek, “You didn’t have to.”

“I’ll drink it if you don’t want it.” Abby says, lifting the cup to her mouth.

“No, no, no!” You grab the cup, making Abby laugh, “I want it!” You take a drink from it, pleasantly surprised by the various fruity flavors. Abby reaches over and tears the box open, and you step out of her way. 

“Does it taste good?” She checks, taking the beer out and putting it into the fridge.

“Yeah, but not better than your pussy.” You joke, getting a dramatic gasp from her.

“Y/n! Language!” She smacks your ass, making you laugh. 

“Oh, come on! You’ve said worse!” You wrap your arms around her waist, getting on your tip-toes to whisper in her ear, “Besides, it was a compliment.” You kiss her shoulder and walk around the bar.

“Y/n! Abby!” Mel shouts, “Come on, you lazy asses!”

“Coming!” You and Abby chorus. You throw Abby a wink and walk over to the lounge chairs by the girls. Everyone has their own assigned chair with a towel so that no one gets confused with the others’ things. Nothing is more awkward than using someone else’s towel! You put your bag down and start taking off your clothes. A loud wolf whistle comes from the pool, “DAMN Y/N! THAT’S A WHOLE LOT OF ASS!” Nora screams at you, making you laugh.

“YOU GO, GIRL!” Leah joins in and soon everyone is hollering at you. You shake your head with an amused smile and take your shirt off. You’re careful to keep your back to them as you grab your sunscreen.

“I’ve got that, cutie.” Abby takes it from your hands. You let her rub the sunscreen onto you, relaxing as she works over your muscles to give you a quick massage in the process. She comes around to your front and does the same, playfully wiggling her eyebrows when she goes over your boobs with it. You giggle at her antics, noting that she takes extra care with your tattoo, and puts the bottle down.

“I thought you weren’t showing your tattoo?” She mutters, trying to keep her volume down. You give her a cheeky smile.

“I changed my mind. It’s the one time I get to show it off.” You wink at her and turn around, “I’m coming in!” You call you, getting the group’s attention as you walk to the edge.

“WOAH!” The group chorus’, surprised expressions on their faces.

“WHEN DID YOU GET THAT?!”

“A TATTOO?!”

“DAMN!”

“Y/N?! WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!”

“Surprise!” You shout, laughing at their reactions, “I asked Abby to tattoo me!”

“We’d know her work from anywhere.” Jordan snorts.

“Wait.” Mel squints, swimming over to you, “Come closer.” You sit down, letting your legs go into the water as she comes over. ‘Of all the people to notice it first, it would be Mel.’

“Is that… Abby’s name?” Mel gasps, looking at you with wide eyes.

“It is.” You smile, over at Abby as she sits down next to you, “When we first started dating I joked that I wanted her to write her name on me… and, she did.” You nudge her.

“It was a complete surprise to me.” Abby chuckles, brushing her fingers over it, “But, it was a happy one.” You two meet eyes and she leans in and kisses you softly.

[crystlizabeth]

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ᥫ᭡ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 | abby anderson x f!reader

｡˚ summary: abby thinks you’re the most perfect woman in the world until one night she comes face to face with the worst version of you.

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｡˚ a/n: haven’t written in a while so sorry if this isn’t the best!

｡˚ content warning(s) :: general nsfw, mentions of cheating

abby laid on top of her messy covers, looking up at the wooden planks above her where random boxes sat. she was still in her clothes and messy braid, but it didn’t matter. she wasn’t trying to fall asleep, no. she laid down on the mattress to dive deep into her thoughts. to sit in her solitude in complete silence just to think about one thing…

you.

the way you walk. the way you talk. the way you style your hair and clothes. everything that you do is complete perfection in abby’s eyes. she was almost envious of the way you live your life, but also in complete awe of it. whenever she sees you all she can see is perfection. there was no better word to describe you, and she knew that other people felt the same way. you’ve only been in the WLF for a little over a year, but you proved yourself to be one of the greatest members of the organization. everybody knows who you are.

abby shut her eyes as she let out a deep breath. you shouldn’t be on her mind this much or it will end up killing her. the thought didn’t bother her much though. she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, holding her head in her hands as she supported her arms on her knees. she really needs to stop thinking about you and your goddamn perfect self so much.

keys jingled at the door, and once it unlocked she heard two people stumble in. abby opened up her eyes and turned her head to see her roommate and close friend manny making out with none other than you at the doorway. her cheeks turned a bright red as she sat there in complete silence and shock. what the fuck were you doing with manny? and how the fuck did he manage to convince you to sleep with him? you pulled manny inside and he slammed the door shut behind the two of you. his hands were on your waist, riding your shirt halfway up your chest. abby could see your black bra and matching thong. her face was bright red at this point.

manny pinned you against the wall, and as you two continued making out, you opened up your eyes for a quick second to see that abby was in the room with you. when your eyes locked she felt her heart skip a beat. you smiled against manny’s lips as you pulled away from him; your full attention now being on abby sitting there watching the two of you have at it.

“care to join, anderson?” you call out, winking at her. your voice is sultry and smooth. hearing her last name roll off of your tongue made abby feel some type of way. she stood up from her bed and laughed awkwardly.

manny turned around, still holding you by the waist as he made eye contact with abby. he smiled. “ah, abby!” he exclaimed in his thick-accented voice. “didn’t see you there!”

“you’re sucking each other's faces off, no wonder why you didn’t see me,” abby joked, leaning against her bed frame. there’s a hint of jealousy in her voice that you don’t seem to catch, but manny does. he only smirks wider at the sound of her tone. you stay silent though as you watch her face contort into different expressions. your gentle but seductive gaze keeps a hold on her. she wants to stare back, but she only throws a glance your way before excusing herself to leave the two of you to yourselves.

abby exits onto the balcony and lets out a deep breath she’s been holding in ever since she saw you enter that room. your lipgloss was slightly smeared, and the image of your slightly disheveled clothes and random strands of hair kept crossing her mind whenever she closed her eyes. still, you looked perfect.

“i need a drink…” abby muttered to herself.

—

abby came back to the balcony half an hour later with a half-empty beer from manny’s stash that she knew he had hidden from her. his stash was always easy to find and always in the dumbest of places. she leaned against the railings and looked out towards the horizon. mostly all she saw was the baseball stadium, but she did enjoy looking at the moon and stars every once in a while.

the door behind her opened, and abby turned around to come face-to-face with you in manny’s shirt. she gulped when you smiled at her, but she quickly gave a slight smile back. as she turned around to look back out, you came up next to her and looked at what she was holding.

“oh, fuck yes,” you said, grabbing her shoulder. “where did you get the beer from?”

her cheeks turned red again at your touch. it was so embarrassing for abby. this feeling was new. this feeling was something she never had around owen. when she turned to look at you, and into those e/c eyes of yours, it only made her hate this feeling more. but she snapped out of it, and cleared her throat immediately. “manny’s stash… want some?” she asked, handing it to you. “i already had one before i came back.”

you smirked and grabbed it from her. abby watched as you took small sips, savoring the taste you so long forgot. it wasn’t the best beer, but fuck it was beer! without wanting to prude, you quickly handed the drink back to abby and wiped away the excess liquid around your mouth with your fingers.

“thanks,” you said. “i really needed that.”

abby laughed a little. “why? is manny that bad?”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the joke and shake your head. abby felt a bit of pride when she made you laugh; when she made the most perfect woman in the world laugh. you sighed and leaned against the railing. abby took a second to quickly check you out. perfect body, perfect legs, perfect arms… you were the whole package. and the thought of you not wearing anything under that shirt made her red again.

“think you could be better than him?” you asked, looking at her.

she scoffed. “oh, i know i’m better than manny.”

“really? i see…”

it was your turn to check her out. seeing how massive her strong arms were and how she presented herself to be this independent, strong woman. it kinda turned you on a little. abby turned her head to lock eyes with you again, and you took the time to really make her blush as you smirked. she always cracked underneath your gaze.

“i’ll have to judge for myself,” you said, moving away from the railing.

abby didn’t say anything smart back. she stood there in absolute silence and shock. you, the y/n, blatantly flirting with her and even implying sleeping with her. she shook her head and looked back out at the stadium as she heard the door open and close again. it had to be a joke, of course. but abby didn’t know. she didn’t know anything when she is with you. she inhaled sharply and shut her eyes. fuck you and your perfect jokes.

she headed back inside only to stop in her tracks a few feet in when she saw you putting your pants back on. your bare back was towards her as you reached down to grab your shirt and slip it back on. “you really do love to stare, abby.” you said, turning around to look at her. she forced herself to not look at your nipples showing through the shirt and instead focus looking right at you.

“can’t help myself when you’re constantly doing things that catch my attention,” she flirted, walking toward you. “making out with my best friend and then being shirtless right in front of me sure catches my eye.”

you smirked. “you’re a flatterer.”

you bent down and grabbed your bra, throwing it at her. abby grabbed it which flustered her. “a gift for manny to remember the best night of his life,” you said, walking to the door. “… or maybe you can keep it.”

“y/n—“

you cut abby off as you opened the front door. “see you around, anderson.”

you shut the door behind you, and abby paid attention to the sound of your footsteps walking away from the door until it was the sound of silence that soon embraced her. manny got up from his bed after pretending to be asleep just to listen in on their conversation. he started laughing at abby which only made her mad and throw your bra at him.

“you have a crush on the señorita, huh!” he exclaimed.

“whatever dude, just shut the fuck up!” yelled abby, walking back over to her bed.

—

after last night, abby yet again was up the whole night thinking about you and how you still managed to look perfect after getting fucked. the thought of it sent shivers down her spine. after getting breakfast in the cafeteria with manny and heading over to the armory to get their guns for their assignment, abby couldn’t help but shake this uneasy feeling off. the way manny was a bit too happy about something other than having sex with you last night made her think he was up to something.

when she went to go grab the keys for the truck, the man at the desk told her that you had already got it for them a few minutes ago. abby snapped her head to look at a smirking manny.

“are you crazy?” she asked, walking up next to him.

“maybe, but you need to resolve this little crush you have with her. i’m tired of you fangirling over y/n from a distance,” manny said, running off to the trucks.

abby turned the corner to see you standing there swinging the keys around with alice by your side. manny grabbed them from your hands and said that he wanted to drive with alice in the front with him. so it was only you and abby in the back. she internally facepalmed and the two of you got into the backseats of the truck, sitting in front of each other.

she at first avoided your lingering gaze on her. after what you said to her last night, looking at you again will just make her all red. yet here you were looking irresistible again. with your pretty clothes and your pretty hair—the way you were sitting with one leg crossed over the other as you leaned back on both arms. your eyes sultry staring into her soul. she inhaled sharply and caught a whiff of your perfume. oud; strong and sexy. abby wondered for a second where you even got it from.

“so,” you started, looking away from her. you peered up into the bright blue sky with no clouds. “who ended up with my bra?”

“who do you think did?” she asked, looking at you. you smiled and shut your eyes in thought.

“hmm… realistically, manny.” you said, looking back at her.

“actually it’s abby’s now because i stuffed it in one of her drawers while she was asleep,” said manny. you busted out laughing and even clutched your shirt when your chest started hurting. abby rolled her eyes.

“how did manny even convince you to sleep with him, anyway?” she asked in an irritated voice.

you stopped laughing and slowly dropped your smile. abby waited for your answer, but you didn’t seem to have one. so you two sat there, staring at each other quietly and in awkward silence for a little while.

“i wanted to try something new,” you said. “and sleeping with manny is something new.”

“get the fuck out of here,” abby laughed, shaking her head.

“hey! do i need a reason to sleep with somebody?”

“she doesn’t want to admit that i’m hot!” yelled manny.

you laughed again, which made abby smile. you uncrossed your legs and leaned forward towards abby. her heart started beating faster when your head inched closer every few seconds.

“i like you, anderson…” you said. “i hope you don’t mind me sticking around for a while.”

she liked you back, but way more than just a friend. abby has true feelings for you. feelings that she feared you may never reciprocate. nonetheless, she leaned in closer to you too, and held her small smile.

“never.”

—

for the next few months, you and abby got closer to each other. every time she saw you she never thought you could be more perfect each time. you were eye-catching, show-stopping, and mesmerizing. every move that you did made abby watch you like a hawk. and the constant flirting didn’t make it any better. she never knew if you were actually going to make a move or not. each word and action you did was so calculated and perfect.

whenever abby saw you she gained more courage and the balls to try to be more flirtatious and open. you were noticing her efforts but still said nothing about it. it was almost like you were the hawk now watching her. but fuck, she loved the tease. it was obvious but subtle that you were playing hard to get. all abby wants to do is be with you, and since it was so obvious, you knew what she was doing. but still, you made no advancements.

one day, while sitting on your couch together in your room, abby finally decided to make a move. after months of flirting and suggestive looks, she couldn’t handle it any longer.

when the mood was settled and the time was right, abby placed a hand on your thigh. it caught your attention, and you turned your head to give her a confused look. but when you saw that look in her eyes, the same look you had given her that night when you slept with manny, you knew that she basically wanted to fuck you right then and there on that couch.

you shifted in your seat more towards her and smiled. “are you going to do anything or just continue staring at me with those pretty eyes?” you asked.

abby smiled and looked away. “shut up…” she said, turning to look back at you.

you two started leaning toward each other, but the sound of knocking at your door caught you both off guard. you rolled your eyes and got up from the couch. “just a sec!” you yelled. you looked at abby with a frustrated expression on your face. she only laughed as she told you to get the door so you two can continue where you left off. it left you smiling as you walked to your door to open it up.

abby stood up from the couch and turned the corner to see who was there. she was met with a man smiling down at you, calling you “baby” as he embraced you in his big arms. it crushed her—seeing you being hugged and kissed by a man who could only be your boyfriend. and she thought you were single… you slept with manny. you were about to kiss her. what the fuck?

the moment you opened your front door your heart dropped to the floor. you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to come randomly. he never did this. but fuck, with abby here? and when he kissed your lips full of passion and love, you stood there with wide eyes and nervousness running through your body. fuck. fuck. fuck. when you two stopped kissing, you quickly pulled away from him and turned around. abby stood there with a stoic expression on her face. but you knew her well at this point. you could see how angry she was behind those eyes. you cleared your throat and allowed your boyfriend to enter.

“babe,” you said. abby’s heart ached even more when you called him that. called some man you never even talked about “babe”. she so badly wanted to say fuck you right to your face and never see you again. but at the same time, it would destroy her. she didn’t want that to happen.

“this is abby…” you said nervously.

he smiled at her and gave her his hand to shake. “no need to introduce me to the number one scar-killer here!” he said. they shook hands, and you stood behind your boyfriend awkwardly as he introduced himself to her. you placed your hand on his shoulder and cleared your throat.

“it’s a surprise that you came,” you said. “why the random visit?”

“what? am i not allowed to see my girl?” he joked, wrapping an arm around you. you laughed awkwardly and avoided his gaze. “sorry that i ruined your girl’s night.”

“it’s alright,” said abby, looking at him. “i was just leaving anyway.”

you furrowed your eyebrows and moved towards her. “already?” you asked.

you went to grab her arm but she moved away from you just in time. abby opened the front door and you were quick to be right on her heel. you stepped outside with her and shut the door behind you, immediately grabbing her arm so she wouldn’t be able to get away from you.

“abby, please—“

she cut you off by shaking your hand off her and almost yelling at you. “babe?! seriously, fuck you y/n.”

you kept your composure almost all too well. your expression never changed. your face didn’t move. she didn’t see any sadness or frustration. it only made abby angrier. keeping that perfect face from doing anything out of your control. you weren’t tearing up like her. you weren’t huffing and puffing like her. you, again, were perfect. abby scoffed and shook her head.

“i’m sorry,” you said, looking down at the floor. “i wanted to tell you but there wasn’t a perfect time.”

“perfect time? he’s your fucking boyfriend, y/n! boy-friend!” she exclaimed all shocked.

“i know, it’s just—it’s complicated…”

she stared down at you with a piercing gaze, and when you looked up at her with the same look. not a single thought behind your eyes, she only shook her head and turned around to start walking away from you. “whatever…”

“abby!” you called out.

she walked down the hallway, but you didn’t run after her. you never said anything else. you just watched in silence as she walked away from you. not even a single glance behind her shoulder. your nose scrunched up; your expression finally breaking. but she wasn’t here to see your imperfection.

—

weeks passed and you two never crossed paths since that day. it hurt abby to an extreme knowing that you were with somebody else, and it hurt you knowing that she was hurt by, well, you. she was purposely avoiding you, and you didn’t blame her. all you wanted though was to be with her again. just one more time to explain yourself. but she wouldn’t let you be near her. so you never crossed paths again.

until tonight…

the shortest way to get back to abby’s room is to pass by yours. and she so badly wanted to avoid taking that route again, but after tonight's assignment, she was way too exhausted. it was just passing by your room nothing else. so she quietly made her way down the semi-dark hallway. and as she inched closer and closer to your wooden door, her heartbeat picked up faster and faster.

‘it’s just a door, abby. just. a. fucking. door,’ she thought to herself.

but it was your door. yours. and she couldn’t help but stop in front of it for no fucking reason at all. but she only stood for less than a second before continuing her way. though, in the faint distance, she heard somebody crying. she stopped walking to pay more attention. was that you? she walked back over to your door and gently pressed her ear up against it. abby could hear you crying, hard. she’s never heard you cry before.

without any hesitation, abby knocked three times on your door. you stopped crying immediately, but it wasn’t going to fool her. when a minute passed, and no noise was her on the other side of the door, abby decided to knock again.

“y/n… it’s me,” she said in a soft voice.

in just a couple of seconds, you were at the door unlocking it. you open it just a crack at first to look into abby’s eyes, and when you saw genuine concern in them, you opened up the door all the way. abby looked you up and down slowly, not believing that this is you. your hair was unkempt and not brushed. it was messy and all over the place, sticking up in all sorts of different directions. your face was tear-stained, and your cheeks and eyes, and lips were puffy. and the oversized shirt you wore as pajamas had a hole or two in random places.

never has she seen you look so sad before, so… imperfect.

“oh my god,” she muttered. her words made your lips tremble.

“i look horrible, don’t i?” you asked, holding back tears. “i should’ve—

abby cut you off. “i don’t care about how you look right now,” she said. “what happened, y/n?”

you stared into her eyes as your tears went away. she became more concerned by the second as you slowly started building up a wall in front of her yet again. your face that was so full of sadness suddenly turned into an expression of… nothing. you managed to pry your eyes away from hers and look somewhere else.

“nothing happened,” you were quick to shut her out. you were about to shut the door on her, but abby quickly grabbed it and forced you to open it back up again.

“no, no, no, you’re not going to do that to me,” abby said. she took a few steps inside your room, letting the door shut behind her. you took a few steps back. you couldn’t let her stay. you couldn’t let her be with you while you were in this state.

“get out,” you said, tearfully. “i-i can’t let you be here right now.” but abby didn’t move. after weeks of ignoring you, tonight was the night she stopped. seeing you sad for the first time, and all vulnerable—this was her time to be with you. and you started cracking underneath the pressure of her gaze. that concerning-loving gaze. you inhaled sharply to keep yourself calm, but you ended up breaking down as you ran into her arms.

you hugged abby as tight as you could. you were nowhere near as strong as her so she barely felt any pain. but she could feel you start wetting her shirt with your tears. she quickly led you to your couch so you both could sit down and talk once you stopped crying. abby tried soothing you by rubbing small circles on your back, but she wasn’t much of a comfort person in the first place so it didn’t do much. but, you had already felt her care and worry through her words alone, and it was enough for you to pull away from her hug and stop crying.

abby grabbed your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze to reassure you. it comforted you, and eventually, you were able to compose yourself. “what happened?” she asked again, almost in a whisper.

you frowned and wiped away some tears rolling down your cheeks. “m-my boyfriend and i fought…” you said, almost crying again. “it was really bad… he found out that i slept with manny and h-he fucking went berserk on me.”

your voice was trembling, cracking at every word in every sentence. it was weak and hoarse. god, you sounded terrible. abby opened her mouth to say something but you continued to talk. “i know i shouldn’t be crying because i’m in the wrong,” you said, looking into her eyes. “but i cheated because we….”

you cut yourself off by crying again. abby swiftly pulled you closer to her and hugged your side. you wrapped both arms around her again and gripped onto her shirt.

“t-that night when i slept w-with manny,” you cried. “him and i f-fought over the way that i-i am… who i am, w-what i wear. he’s been s-saying it for so long at that point so i-i s-snapped.”

“fuck him then,” said abby. “if he’s ashamed of you then that’s his fault. he can go fuck off.” you didn’t say anything, but you managed to stop crying.

“i just needed somebody that night,” you said. “but i shouldn’t have cheated… fuck, i’m such a horrible bitch.” you teared up again but immediately started wiping your eyes.

“he deserved getting cheated on a long time ago,” said abby. “you’re not a horrible person… you’re the most perfect person i know.”

your cheeks flushed as you laughed and shook your head. “i’m not… i really am horrible,” you said, looking away. “i cheated on my boyfriend with manny. how can i be perfect if i did that?”

you shut your eyes and bit the inside of your bottom lip. fuck. “and i keep thinking about cheating…” you said. “because all i can think about is you and it really fucking sucks.”

abby blinked once. just once as she took everything you said in. you noticed her silence and you turned to her. she was shocked, and it was very, very obvious.

“what?” abby asked. that’s all she could ask. nothing else escaped from her lips as she waited for you to say anything else.

you placed your hand on her thigh, but not in a sexual manner, but just to be closer to her. “whenever i’m with him, all i think about is you,” you said. “i’m… sitting here crying over this fucking asshole and all i can think about is you and it’s fucking horrible.”

“y/n—“

“you are fucking with my mind abby,” you sat up on your knees and grabbed her cheeks, caressing them with your thumbs as you looked deeply into her eyes. “and i don’t know whether to hate myself or love myself for it,” you whispered.

abby grabbed one of your hands and squeezed your wrist. “then why did you not leave him?” she asked. you continued staring into her eyes, not saying a word for a few seconds. but when she asked again, you sighed.

“i was scared,” you said. “scared to be alone because i didn’t know if you liked me back.”

“and are you still scared?”

“does it matter if i’m still scared or not?” you whispered, moving closer to her face. “when i’m with you i’m no longer scared of anything.”

abby smiled but didn’t say anything back, so you sat there cupping her face in your hands waiting for her to confirm her feelings. but when she kept her silence, you could feel your breathing become heavier. tears start to form and your body feels hotter and hotter. your lips quivered.

“please…” you murmured. “… do you love me?”

abby pushed your hands away once she felt her cheeks become hot. “you make me feel things i never thought i would ever feel before,” she said. “of course i love you.”

you smiled widely and quickly moved your head to hers. you grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. you kissed her so hard and with so much passion that you two fell back onto the couch with you on top of her. abby grabbed your waist and moaned into your mouth. it turned you on. but as soon as she realized what was going on, she pulled you away from her. you moved your hand from the back of her head to place both of your hands on her shoulders. you raised an eyebrow.

“why’d you stop?” you asked.

“this is wrong,”

“how can it be so wrong if it feels so right?”

abby tried sitting up but you pushed her back down. “i’m no perfect girl, abby,” you said. “what i’m doing right now is wrong, i know. but in my heart, and i know in yours, this is the right thing. i will leave him, i promise, but please… i cannot stand being away from you any longer.”

abby sighed and shut her eyes. “fuck,” she said. “you and your way of words…”

she opened up her eyes and grabbed your cheeks, and in one quick motion, brought you down to her chest and kissed you again. you gripped her shirt and endorsed yourself in her bliss. she grabbed your waist again and sat herself up, leaning against the arm of the couch. finally, after so fucking long, you were in her arms. abby really couldn’t care that you were cheating on your boyfriend at this point. it made wanting you even more tempting and scandalous.

abby started lifting your shirt. she wanted you so bad right now and you knew it. you pulled away from the kiss to help her remove it, and now the only thing you were in was your underwear. of course you didn’t wear a bra. you cupped her cheeks one more time and made her look into your eyes.

“i love you…” your words whispered.

but she loved you even more. beyond what words can describe and what actions could do. she loved you beyond anything else in this life.

—

abby sat with manny and his dad that morning in the cafeteria. but her eyes weren’t on her food. they were on you as you chatted with your boyfriend with a smile; a smile that didn’t mean anything. your true smile was reserved for her—your true beauty and true feelings. she didn’t know when you would leave him. really, she hoped for him to walk in on you and her one day. to rub it in his face that she was the only one you needed. the only one you wanted.

when you momentarily turned your head to meet her gaze, you gave her a sly wink and just continued chatting with your boyfriend. and at that moment, abby sat there wondering if you were the worst or most perfect woman in the world.

part 2 ?

[r3starttt]

OBLIVIATE | 01

ellabs x reader | series m.list | > CHAPTER TWO

CW: modern!au. +18 content. poly relationship. POC friendly. | dom! ellabs x sub! reader. college encounter (study session). praising. overstim. edging. threesome. finger sucking. fingering.

SUMMARY: College life quickly became overwhelming with drunken teens, constant disruptions, and the flaunting of wealth, pushing you to prefer solitude until you found yourself striving for perfection, craving approval, and immersing yourself in that lifestyle despite initially finding it insufferable. As summer break approached, exam stress mounted, but hey, now you've got some help.

CHERRY COLOURED FUNK

You were born to be perfect. So were they. Perhaps that's why you bonded so effortlessly.

The day was warm, and all you could think about was reaching your dorm, meeting your roommate, and escaping the suffocating presence of your family. A bunch of privileged stupid individuals who brought you to this esteemed institution just to counter anyone who dared to question their, and soon your, intellectual superiority by flaunting your attendance at a very prestigious college.

Two kisses, one on each cheek. Your mother's final words were, "Don't take any of this too seriously." Little did she know what lay ahead. In fact, little did you know too.

Your room was dull, far more formal than you had anticipated. Sunlight streamed through the plain brown curtains. It felt a bit suffocating even.

Voices echoed from all directions, all comming from what seemed like the main garden.

One voice in particular caught your attention as you peeked through the curtains.

A tall blonde girl stood out, a sweater draped over her shoulders with its arms knotted in front of her chest. She wore a brown t-shirt that clung to her toned frame and a pair of vintage jeans.

Beside her was a shorter auburn-haired girl, a cigarette in hand. Her attire was less conservative.

Even from their hairstyles, you could tell which one came from a rich family and which one didn't care about it. the blonde had her hair neatly braided; the other sported a messy bun.

You met the blonde's eyes, her grou still talking and laughing ridiculously loud. She murmured something to the girl on her side. You could tell she wanted to look too.

You closed the curtains, hoping the day would end quickly.

-

One week into college, you were already overwhelmed. Drunken teens roamed everywhere, not even the fun kind. There was constant joking and bossing around. Classes were frequently interrupted by wealthy kids flaunting their impunity. 'I'm the reason you have a job'

That's one of the main reasons so far you've decided to stay on your own. Having private aproachments with some teachers at the end or beggining of the class, making sure they knew you. Also making yourself comfortable in the library, religiously before going back to your dorm to sleep.

"Is this seat taken?" You barely heard the question, too absorbed in the music playing through your headphones. You shook your head, moving your chair and books to make space for whoever wanted to sit next to you, in the nearly empty library. Guess the luck was over.

As you took your headphones off you immediately recognized who they were. Have you got yourself in trouble just by looking at them?

"We wanted to approach to you since the first day, but you always seem busy" the blonde one spoke. She seemed quite sophisticated, from the way she talked to the way she sat. It did a nice contrast with her appearance, built and big.

"She's been kind of stalking you." The auburn sitting in front of you both spoke. She looked like the type of girl everyone wants to be friend with. And maybe she was considering she had got herself way too comfortable with you already. Teasing and moving her legs over the chair.

The girl next to you simply rolled her eyes, clearly embarrassed by the not so fake admission.

"So, I'm Abby... uhm, Anderson. And she's—" the auburn interrupted, introducing herself "Ellie"

"Williams" Abby finished for her.

-

Months went by after that first interaction.

You realized that the only way to be perfect in your parents' eyes was to embrace this lifestyle, which was probably the only reason you gave them a chance on the first place.

But it all turned into an obsession. You craved perfection, setting impossible standards for yourself and others that you felt like achieving, and desperately needed everyone's approval. More specificly, Abby's and Ellie's approval.

So you spent days and nights with them and their friends, sitting on their laps so they could show you off. Letting them put their hands on your waist or in the back pocket of your jeans whenever you walked.

Going to parties with them, getting drunk, and hating yourself for every drop of alcohol that entered your body, knowing you had class the next day.

At first, it was insufferable. Yet it didn't take long for you to adjust.

You started to understand why rich kids acted the way they did. The more time you spent with them, the more you enjoyed it.

You convinced yourself there could never be a better thing than partying until you vomited and making out with the girls you trusted most. You somehow felt safe.

You also realized that the only way to be perfect in your parents' eyes was to embrace this lifestyle, which was probably the only reason you gave them a chance on the first place.

-

Summer break was closer each day and you needed them attached, so far everything was about study sessions, breaks to eat together or rest. Exam season was a nuisance you didn't quite contemplate and you needed to get the job done.

Heavy eyelids stared unfocused at the floor of your dorm. underneath your bed a dark red rug being graced by your suck covered feet. dancing along the fabric.

Ellie was sitting on the floor, already reading through a study guide you had made. She had her head resting on her knee, her eyes scanning the paper spread out on the floor and her pencil on her mouth. A hum escaped her lips as she wrote down what seemed like the answer.

It was the first time you ever accepted their help. Probably the first time you've let them in your dorm, at least sober.

Abby, beside having you comfortably sitting on her, had her glasses on, reading what seemed like theory for another subject. She didn't really need to study much but there was nothing else to do if Ellie was the genius here. Plus she barely got the note to pass that subject last year.

"What's exactly troubling you?" Ellies voice broke your trance.

What really was troubling you wasn't something you could just say out loud. You knew why Abby was here, and it bothered you. Were you ready for this? For them?

You turned your head towards Ellie, processing her words before answering, "uhh I don't- how're you supposed to do-" you gently brushed abbys hand off your waist, sitting next to ellie and pointing to the part of the process you've got lost on.

Abby didn't hesitate, simply gibing your hip a soft squeeze. But you could feel her looking at you, then looking at Ellie and again at her book.

You spent at least the next 8 hours doing exercise over exercise nonstop. Until your eyes felt heavy and your back could barely hold your head up. You needed a break.

You decided to take a look at Abby once Ellie stood up to grab something to eat. It was cheesy of you, but knowing she liked to constantly chew on something, you had bought a few gummies for her.

Abby knew just by the look on your face that you needed something. "Come here," she said, patting her lap.

Her action elicted a smile on you, sheepishly standing from where you had all day sitting. Your bare foot made the wooden floor crack at each step you took closer to Abby.

"You're taking break?" She spoke soothingly to your ear. Taking her glasses off and widening her legs so you could comfortably swing your legs in between hers. You nodded

Her hand patted on the side next to you, confused you shifted your gaze towards the matresss. Ellie came from behind you, grabbing your waist briefly before sitting next to you. You could hear her chewing.

"Don't get to overwhelmed yeah? So far you've done good, and-" Abby's fingers intertwined with yours, dragging your hand to her lips and leaving a soft kiss against your knuckles. "Ellie's gonna be there for you"

Her words did make you forget about your worries for a moment. But you knew if you failed any exam, you'll be proving your family you were just like them, you'll be making them pay a ridiculous amount of money to pretend nothing ever happened. And you could allow yourself that.

"Hey" Ellie spoke, her hand resting on your shoulder "Abby's right, don't overhtink it, yeah?"

You pressed your lips together. Unable to brush your thoughts away. "Let her help you" instictively your eyebrows furrowed at Ellie's words.

Her eyes met Abby's, followed by your own, just now realizing what she meant. "Fucking horny, Ellie" you laughed it off.

Abby kissed you first. It wasn't the first time she did. But you knew this was different. Ellie, as usual, just followed.

's okay if you don't want to' Ellie whispered. Her hands underneath your shirt as you had your back pressed against her chest. Abby had her lips against your neck, her hands gripping at the flesh on your thighs.

"We're taking a break, right?" You replied, making her smile grow. She hummed in agreement, leaving a trail of wet kisses on the other side of your neck.

"Lay down" Abby spoke between kisses. You had to push Ellie away to obbey her order. You could tell by how her breath hitched and how hungrily she pressed her lips against your skin. Ellie had probably dreamt about this.

Both grabbed each side of your body, laying on their respective sides. Abby's fingers dragging your leg bettwen her own making sure you couldn't move it. Ellie did the same with the opposite one.

Her hands desperately took your shirt off, undoing your jeans and making enough space in between your legs.

You were ridiculously wet already. Feeling abby trace her fingers along your chest, moving your bra underneath your breasts.

Her fingers toyed with your nipple, her teeth against your skin. Ellie kept on sucking at your other breast with such hunger she had already made a mess, her kisses sloppy and wet.

Abby trailed a path down your stomach. Feeling every inch of your skin until she got to the hem of your panties.

Her eyes hadn't missed a single reaction of yours. Your head pressed against the matress, wanting to close your leg; aching for the smallest friction against your clit. And she was willing to give her girl just what she wanted.

"Ellie" Abby mutters, making her turn her attention to her. Just with the look on her eyes, Ellie understood.

Her hands moved under Abby's, chuckling against your skin "You're so wet" your breath hitched at her words. The feeling itself. It was all too overwhelming.

Ellie made sure to rub her fingers against your clothet core. Pressing over it, feeling your arousal grow at every move Abby made against your clit.

Your lips let out pleads to both, their names comming out in a shaky acute tone.

"Shhh you can take more babe" Ellie coos. Your answer being interrupted by Abby abruptly taking her hand off your clit.

Her now wet fingers gently tugging at your hardened nipple again, pinching such sensitive bud between her fingers. 

"Keep them wide for me, yeah?" Ellie's lips pressed against yours before you felt her fingers inside your underwear.

She starts slow, harshly rubbing circles over your clit. Abby's fingers travelling to your mouth to keep you shut, her mouth licking on your skin, eventually letting out gentle praises for you. 'such a good girl'

You moan and whine, gaging on her fingers. "Doing so good for us" Abby whispers, meeting your face. She looked so proud, seeing you all fucked up, your pretty lips around her fingers.

And you suddenly joint. Ellie's fingers inside you already, thrusting your core with ease. "Hear that" Ellie remarks shaking her hand in disbilief, Abby laughs with her, mocking you and how desperate you've got for them. "So wet, huh?"

The grip Abby had on your stomach looses, feeling her hands slowly sliding down on your clit, toying with it again at an unsteady peace, slowing down each time she hears your breath go faster, every time she sees your stomach clenching or whenever she feels you pulsating.

You shut your eyes close, unable to do anything else than let yourself get drunk on pleasure.

Ellie's whines overlap with your own. Feeling herself grow wet at each thrust she makes on your cunt. Feeling you clench around her, feeling your arousal making a mess on her hand.

"You can take it baby" just hearing Abby's voice makes you want to sob. "P-Please" you whine, your hands clenching around nothing, feeling yourself closer to the orgasm you so much desire.

"Oh you're gonna cum for us?" Abby coos. Smiling at your breathless cries. "She's so close" Ellie murmurs, feeling your walls tight around her fingers.

"Y-Yeah" your eyebrows knitted together as Ellie's thrusts became erratic. Abbys fingers still overstimulating your puffy clit, scissoring your folds just to not give you all the pleasure.

You cry as you reach your climax, feeling a warm hand against your cheek. "Shh shh"

Their hands tease you just a few seconds after you've reached your high. Feeling you shake underneath them. Your thighs jumping one last time before they let go.

Your eyes open, noticing your erratic breath show underneath your falling chest.

Ellie's fingers move with ease toward Abby's lips, and she simply takes them, licking your arousal off her hand.

"Fuck" you breath out, resting your head against the matress again, laying between them.

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[lucidfairies]

pretty girl [a.a]

pairing: experienced!Abby x inexperienced!reader // Owens sister!reader x bbf!Abby

synopsis: Abby was irritatingly beautiful, nobody could deny that. But one night, everything changed between the two of you.

warnings: mdni 18+, religion mentioned, dom!abby, sub!reader, poc friendly, oral sex [r], fingerfucking [r], praise, slight size kink, corruption if you squint

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this is short and really not good but that's okay cuz I have more coming out soon! also no more virgin reader because it kinda made me wanna shoot myself

Out of all of the friends your brother, Owen, had over the years, Abby Anderson was definitely your favorite. Aside from the fact that she was built like and had the face of an actual god on earth, she was so sweet to you all the time. Always acting like, well, a sister. The feeling had never been mutual, though. You didn’t want her to see you as her best friend’s cute younger sister, you wanted her to see you as her best friend’s undeniably sexy younger sister.

You never really knew when this crush became, but Abby had been in your life for so long that it didn’t matter. All you knew was that every time you looked at her, your stomach flipped and warmth spread between your legs. Because, god, those eyes. Always looked like they were picking you apart, one inch at a time.

She’s the exact reason you were tossing and turning in your bed, trying to get her out of your head. Your body reacted differently to her lately, every accidental touch was like a punch to the gut, and at night, every time she crossed your mind, your clit throbbed, a feeling you weren’t used to.

It’s not like you never found people attractive, it’s just… she was different. You needed her in a different way, in a very unholy way. One your brother would absolutely not be okay with. You tried to tell yourself that that’s why you wanted her - just to get to Owen. But that didn’t work.

You sat up in your bed, wiping the sleep out of your eyes and forcing your legs together to end the throbbing. You were so fucking wet. Looking in the mirror at the end of your bed, you huffed and got up, brushing your hair out and changing into a smaller, hotter pajama set. Before you could register any consequences to what you were about to do, you grabbed your keys and left the house.

You knew where Abby’s house was. You’d been there a handful of times over the course of the years, normally to pick up Owen when he was high. Suddenly, you were pulling up and parking at the curb and getting out of the car, slamming the door on the way out. Standing at the door, you banged harshly, hoping she miraculously wouldn’t be home.

“Okay, Jesus, give me a sec- y/n?” Your stomach dropped. The reality of what you were doing hit you like a truck, and you suddenly second guessed everything, ready to turn around and run away. “What’re you doing here this late, sweetheart?” You sighed, digging your palms into your eyes and rubbing them.

“I need your help, Abby.” You looked up at her, unwilling to elaborate until she let you in. And she did. She opened the door further, allowing you to step in, then shut it behind you. “There’s this… feeling in my stomach that won’t go away. It’s like heat. I don’t even know what I’m doing.”

Abby wanted to pretend like she didn’t know what you were talking about. Wanted to pretend that she was thinking about the fact that you were literally horny and came to her for help, not to mention the little pajamas that you had on, that hugged you tight and hardly covered anything. She could tell you that Owen would hate her if she helped you the way you needed, and it was just unethical, but.

But.

That would be like telling you she hasn’t been in love with you for seven years, telling you that she didn’t want you, telling you that she hasn’t thought about this every night practically since she met you. And she surely didn’t want you thinking any of that.

Abby sighed. “Is that all it is? Heat?” She took a step closer to you, making you catch your breath.

“No,” you paused, taking a step forward as well, so that your chests were almost pressed against each other. “It’s this wet feeling. And this throbbing.” Abby could’ve come in her boxers, right then and there, if she wasn’t trying to focus on you.

“Where?” Your face was burning. She placed her large hand on your stomach, head dropping to the crook of your neck. “Here?” she ran her thumb over the skin. You shook your head, placing your hands on her shoulders. Her hand cupped your cunt, heel of her palm pressing up ever so slightly, just to press into your clit. You pushed up on your toes, trying to get away from the overwhelming sensation, but it was unrelenting. “Here, baby?” You nodded quickly. “Words.”

You moaned at her harsh change of tone. “Yes Abby,” she left an open mouthed kiss on your neck, pulling her hand away from your pussy. “I don’t know what to do about it.” The way you looked at her made her want to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. Big doe eyes, unknowing but curious. You were so innocent, and it turned Abby on more than it should’ve. All she could think about was your pretty, big lips wrapped around her strap, taking it deep in your throat.

“Oh honey,” Abby sighed again. She didn’t want it to seem like she didn’t want this, want you, but she didn’t know how to go about it. “Have you never touched yourself?” Your brows scrunched.

“No. But that’s not what- oh!” Abby couldn’t take it, she picked you up and threw you over her shoulder, walking down the hallway and going into her bedroom. She shut the door and sat you down on her bed. “Abs.. I’ve wanted this for a while.”

“Wanted what, baby? I thought you didn’t know what you were doing.” She was on her knees in front of you, hands on your waist as she looked up at you.

“I..” you groaned, running your hands over your face in embarrassment. “I want to have sex with you. That’s why I came here, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Abby knew that. But she didn’t stop you from telling her. It sounded so nice coming out of your lips. “Owen can’t know, if we do.”

“I never said we were doing anything, darlin.” Remaining on her knees, she pressed against you and caught your lips in a kiss. Her hands were on your thighs, wrapping them around her waist, while she kissed you so hard you lost your breath. It was all tongue and teeth, nothing sweet about it. “What do you think about when you think about me, baby?”

Your brain was in a haze as you tried to formulate words. “You-your arms. And h-how your voice sounds, and how you look at me w-whenever we make eye contact.” She hooked her fingers under your shorts and pulled them down, then tossed them and shifted the two of you so that you were laying against her pillows and she was overtop of you.

When Abby caught a glimpse of the gold cross around your neck, she almost stopped. But the thought of corrupting you, turning you against the things you believe in just for her... extremely attractive.

"The heat between your legs is because you're horny, baby. Don't they teach you that at your pretty prep school?" You shook your head quickly, mind fuzzy as she kneaded your tits overtop your pajama shirt. She grabbed your hardened nipple and ran her thumb over it, making you shiver.

"Too much, Abby. Too much." You whined, pushing away from her hand.

"Is it really too much, sweet girl?" She twisted your nipple and pulled it, making you whimper and arch slightly off the bed. You couldn't tell whether you liked it or disliked it, but the way she was doing it felt extremely different from the way you briefly experimented with yourself here and there.

She knew what she was doing, and it made you want to moan and ride her fingers like you'd heard Owen talking about with her. You had listened to the vulgar stories she would tell your brother of her hookups, talking about what she did and how she did it.

You pushed up, sitting against the headboard as you pulled your pajama shirt up and over your head. Abby couldn't tear her eyes away from your tits. In seconds, her lips were latching onto your nipple and biting lightly, her hand flicking the other. Your back was arching into her mouth, moaning quietly.

"You're so pretty, my love." She mumbled into the skin of your sternum as she made a path of open-mouthed kisses towards your pajama shorts. Your skin was burning, and you were tingling at the thought of her teaching you what to do and how to do it.

She slipped your shorts off your legs and tossed them somewhere, gently running her thumb down your center. You shivered and whined, lacing one of your hands in her hair. "Abby," your head lolled back when she finally pulled your underwear down, kissing your clit gently. "Abs be gentle."

"Don't worry pretty girl, I'll go easy on you this time." Your stomach flipped at 'this time'. Would there be more times?

She licked a fat strip up your cunt and your hips bucked into her face, encouraging her. The sensation was brand new, and so much different than anything you'd ever done or felt. So much better.

Her tongue circled your clit, tracing shapes and letters, spelling her name against you. "Oh God, Abby," you moaned, the feeling of her hot breath and wet tongue creating the best mixture on your clit. The harsh middle ground where hot and cold met, where her thumb ran down your folds, was the greatest. You decided it was a good thing you waited, but you could definitely get used to this.

Moments later, Abby's middle finger was slowly pushing into your entrance, and she was groaning into your clit. She pulled away from your clit, watching her finger sink into you as she pressed kisses into your stomach and thighs. "So fucking tight, baby," her other hand rubbed your thigh, "need you to relax, angel."

A whine was ripped from your throat at the unfamiliar pressure. Your hips moved, trying to find some way to make it more comfortable. Abby was praising you, leaving quiet chants against your skin reminding you to breathe. You took a deep breath and released it, allowing your lower half to become less tense.

She began to thrust her finger slowly, curling it towards the sensitive bundle of nerves within you and grunting at the way you squirmed and cried out her name, begging her to do it again.

When you were ready, she added another finger, letting you adjust to both of her digits before reattaching her lips to your clit. Her right hand had found its way back to your tits, pulling at your nipple.

Your stomach became wound up, almost like a cramp in need of release. You knew it meant you were going to cum, but you never had before. "Abby- m'gonna, oh, Abby," a gush of warmth flooded between your legs, stronger and much better feeling than when you got wet.

Your legs were shaking and your hips were twitching, head thrown back and she worked you through it. Abby on the other hand, was wide-eyed and blushing as she watched you come around her fingers. She hooked up with girls regularly before now, but she had never been with someone like you.

She retracted her fingers and licked them clean. You were panting, forearm thrown over your eyes so that you wouldn't have to meet hers. "You did so well, my love." She had her hands pressed into your hips as she kissed your neck, waiting for you to come out and talk to her.

She was painting your skin in soft kisses when you finally brought your arm away from your face, cupping her face with both of your hands. "That was nice," you both grinned, which turned into laughter. It felt so good to laugh with her without worrying about Owen.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" She asked once the laughter had subsided, turning things to a slightly more serious note. "I wanted you to be comfortable."

"You didn't hurt me, Abby. I'm glad I waited for you." She was kissing you then, smiling into your mouth as your teeth clashed and nicked at each other's lips. "Can I stay here tonight?" Abby rolled over next to you and took your hand as hers before looking towards you.

"You can stay here forever." She whispered quietly, kissing the back of your hand.

[k3n-dyll]

maybe because not everyone has to cater to black and brown readers? if i feel excluded then talk to ur black and brown writers bc why tf would (for ex.) white writers write black readers when…when they aren’t?? yall aren’t victims write ur own shit if u care so much like idk what to tell u but not everyone has to bow down and write the way you want them too.

The fact that this is what you got from me saying that POC feel excluded from fandom is...insane.

I hesitate to even answer this because you sound stupid as hell, but since I think other people need to get this shit through their skulls as well:

If you are a writer, and you claim to be writing an "x reader" fanfic for a character you like, the general consensus is that "reader" in this situation should be neutral for the most part. Sure, there's different versions of that ( "x fem reader", "x masc reader", etc.") , but generally, the idea is that "reader" in this situation could be anyone, yes? A lot of writers on this app and others, write "reader" as if tiny white women are the default.

And you know what?

If you wanna write that way, fine, but say that. If you so desprately want to write about Abby Anderson fucking a 5ft nothing white girl with blonde hair and green eyes - write that. But don't call that shit an "x reader" when you know its a self insert meant to exclude everybody that doesnt look like you. Dont claim to be a safe place for all readers if when POC say they feel excluded from the things you write, you say stupid shit like what this anon just did. If your shit is labeled "x reader" with no other warnings, one should be able to assume that they arent going to see any specifics about body type, hair textures, skin color or eye color - but no. Thats not the case.

I swear, every time we bring this shit up you bitches act like we killed your fucking grandma. If you dont wanna write in a way that everyone can consume, fine, but dont make it seem as if petite white girls are just the default human in every scenario. Theres a content warning over every fic, if you dont want to see how problematic it is to write as if whiteness is the default then the least you could do it leave a big fat warning in that little "CW" section to let us know that you didnt write this with the existence of people that dont look like you in mind.

Oh, and I do write my own stuff btw. Don't ever come in my inbox with this bullshit again. Pissing me off first thing in the morning😒

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

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Nothin’ I Wouldn’t Do For You — @libraryofloveletters

Won’t You Be Mine?— @ssahotchswifemain

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Ready — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

CONNOR RHODES

Lunch — @collecting-stories

Model Husband — @deanstead

Money, Money, Money — @poppadom0912

Vows — @deanstead

In The Dark — @bullet-prooflove

JAY HALSTEAD

My Blessings — @halsteadlover

Mine — @onechicagolife

What Are You Doing? — @themultifandomgal

Never Been So Scared — @dlmlufics

Med Students — @poppadom0912

I’m Late — @dlmlufics

Domestic — @lily174

I’ll Look Out For You — @lily174

Birthday Surprise — @dlmlufics

I Promised You Forever — @dlmlufics

The Sister Halstead Materlist — @citygirlcharlotte

Baby Halstead — @dlmlufics

Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead — @dlmlufics

HANK VOIGHT

Keep You Safe — @poisonedjoinery

Filthy Secrets — @poisonedjoinery

Sweet Little Thing — @poisonedjoinery

The Family We Chose — @procrastinatorimagines

Hank x Deaf!Fem!Reader — @keanureevesisbae

Is That My Shirt? — @one-sweet-gubler

Slow And Steady — @smaoineamhsalach

Accidental First Kiss — @libraryofloveletters

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

Anything But Me (+ Ellie Williams) ⎢ Part 2 — @seattlesellie

Abby x Ticklish!Reader — @lolasimms

First Kiss — @millerssurora

Sleepy Lovemaking w/ Abby — @lolasimms

Scumbag!Abby — @canaidliafail

Uncharted Territory — @sweetercalypso

Abby Being Sweet w/ Crybaby!Reader — @sweetercalypso

Stressed Out — @ourautumn86

Tea Parties and Mockery — @lolasimms

Espresso and Hand Holding — @lolasimms

Abby and Reader w/ Toddler Twins — @lolasimms

Girl Mom!Abby x Black!Reader ⎢ More HCs — @theendofevangelionnn .☘︎ ݁˖

At Least I Got You In My Head ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 2.5 ⎢ 3 — @whatwouldsylwrite

Camgirl!Reader x Camgirl!Abby — @deblklesb

Abby Making A Sextape With You— @deblklesb

Soft Ridges — @elsfairy

Discovering The Mommy Kink — @hope-drunk

The Late Shift — @pinknightsinmymind

Tan Lines — @sweetercalypso

Look, Wild Cherries! — @s-4pphics .☘︎ ݁˖

Sexting w/ GF!Abby — @ourautumn86

Jealous Sex w/ Basketball!Abby — @elsweetheart

Morning Routine — @lolasimms

Abby Teasing You — @strawberryjamheart

Stay Grounded ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @canaidliafail

Deep End — @angelkissiies

Stubborn — @darlingmisa

It’s Gonna Kill Me — @fleshwaters

Abby Anderson NSFW HCs — @pinknightsinmymind

Size Kink w/ Abby — @seattlesellie

Mom!Abby HCs — @lolasimms

Abby Helps You Squirt — @sweet-lover-girl

Mornings — @pinknightsinmymind

Wife!Abby and Reader ⎢ Part Two — @lolasimms

Modern AU: GF!Abby HCs ⎢ Part 2 — @hyperfixatesnwrites

What? Like It’s Hard? — @angelkissiies

Try Something New — @toasty-melons

Lemon Color, Honey Glow — @girldreaming

Munch! — @ourautumn86

Being Modern!Abby’s Girlfriend — @hope-drunk

Rugby Player!Abby — @abbysgirlx

Cooking For Abby — @darlingmisa

Hockey!Abby — @millersaurora

Serene — @elsfairy

Talk You Through It — @pinknightsinmymind

Text Messages (+ Ellie and Dina) — @onestopfanficshop

[peachesfather]

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- "ITS BARBIE BITCHHHH" in nicki minaj voice

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Marlene

Jihyo

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Doing way too much chapters:

Doing way too much - mizu x black fem! reader

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[vifilms]

#BRAINROT! — abby anderson x reader

abby never thought she would be so lucky to have an opportunity like this. the two of you were roommates, two peas in a pod unable to be separated until ellie had won your heart. filled with anguish, abby had tolerated your relationship for the past two years. putting on the bravest face, being supportive, letting you lean on her through the lows of ellie.

ellie wouldn’t see it this way.

your girlfriend, seemed to grow an ugly green head at the burly blonde’s wondering eyes. ellie had made her case many times, trying to convince you abby wanted more than to be your best friend during your relationship. she wants you. stupid, rage fueled arguments started by her always ended up with a curse of roommate’s name. all roads lead to abby, especially your big blow up fight a few nights ago.

ellie gave you an ultimatum, her or abby.

both of them were here at the new year’s eve party with jesse as rhetorical hosts and you decided to stew. angrily, bitterly stewing. ellie didn't have the right to push someone out of your life just because she felt jealous. someone you care about, one of the few people who fully understands, helped you through your lowest moments and ellie expected you to just cut ties, as if it’s easy. as if you want to.

ellie is sitting next to dina on the couch and abby just made her way outside on the patio to watch the fireworks. the god awful turning feeling growing in the bottom of your stomach, nerves boiling over as rhea adrenaline pumped through your veins because you knew.

you knew, you knew, you knew.

the person you couldn’t leave without, the answer became clear when forced upon you.

you watch the clock as it winds down.

11:57

she didn’t speak a single word all night. all you were welcomed with were puppy eyes and a bleeding heart each second you refused to talk with her. ellie’s green orbs caught wind of your own, looking at her. you know she loves you, even when she can’t help it when she becomes crazy jealous, only spurring out insane nonsense. in her own way, she does but the anger her father left is drowning you, making it inescapable. she wants you to come to her, you know she does. even if ellie is mean when she’s afraid, she irrevocably in love with you.

but you can’t. because ellie knew you better than you knew yourself. you knew she didn’t want to be, but her eyes filled with regret as yours resembled pity. it beamed as brightly as a full moon on a starless evening, tears in her eyes as you made yourself across the living room to the back door.

11:58

your senses are met with the smell of cigarettes and cheap tequila, but you see her sitting beside herself away from her friends. she’s on a bench swing, rocking her body weight back and forth. she looks perfect with a beanie as her locks lightly framed her chin.

she’s anxious, forefinger picking at the label in beer, condensation making it easy for it fall away. abby wonders if everything will leave just as easily, you mainly. tonight at least she does, you hadn’t spoken a word to anyone really. she wonders if she did something wrong, if she’s hurt you in any type of way. abby hopes she’s just in her head too much because she can’t stand the thought of you hurt at all, but especially by her hands.

abby is pouting so badly, she misses you going up to her. until your weight sends the swing moving slightly, before she digs her feet into the wooden planks. you grab a swing of her beer, a drink you ate but you’ll need all help you can get if you still want to follow through with this.

it isn’t because this is difficult, it’s the easiest thing you’ve done all year. it terrifies how quickly you made the decision once you picture a life without her. you can’t see one, it’s not a possibility at all.

11:59

“c’mon, what you are you doing out here? it’s almost midnight. go find ellie, bub. is everything good?” abby says, but you almost don’t catch a thing she’s saying. you’re looking at her lips, licking your own in anticipation.

“it’s cold, too. where’s you jacket?” abby doesn’t wait for you to respond. she peels of your bomber, wrapping it warmly over your shoulders.

“i guess, i don’t know, i got distracted. i’m perfectly fine, abby.” you say, getting lost in beautiful blues. never really appreciating them like you should. if she let you, from this moment on, you’d never stop.

you’re leaning in closer to her, right hand resting on her thigh, and abby’s more confused than ever.

“are you sure everything is alright? why aren’t you trying to find ellie?” abby furrowed her eyebrows, trying to put the pieces together but nothing was fitting.

“i know exactly where ellie is.”

“okay….” abby looked at you skepticism glazed over her face.

the people you love, friends and family, they start count down from sixty.

“can you tell me what’s going on?”

“ellie wants me to make a choice and i’m making it. so just, sit there, ring the new year by my side and let me, please?” you begged.

“she really said it’s me or her?” abby whispered out, trying to hide the small grin trying to break out. all you did was give a nod.

the counts come down to twenty when abby asks another a question. “your girlfriend of two years gives you an ultimatum, and you’re deciding to sit with me.” the blonde is having a hard time believing you, slowly putting the pieces together one by one.

“yeah, there’s isn’t anyone i’d rather be. it’s you abby, i-it always has been.” you move your head so you can look at her, the two of you are leaning in closer, it’s when you notice the love in her eyes. how deeply it flows and god you hope it flows all over you. maybe it’s been there all along, just waiting for you to be there, waiting for you to feel the first drop.

12:00

everyone’s cheering as abby’s lips meet yours and dear god are they perfect. luscious, bottom lip separates your own as her calloused hands cradle your face as she angles the kiss deeper. abby pulls you closer as she handles you with all love in the world. you forget where you are and you’re moaning into the kiss, allowing abby to slide her velvet tongue in your mouth, claiming you for the first time.

the moment she’s imagined is more perfect than she deserves but she takes it anyways. abby can’t believe it as she pulls away, forehead resting against her, looking at you like you just the placed the world in her hands. and in a way, you kind of did.

“if there was ever any doubt, it’s always been you, too. but, i’m pretty sure you already knew it. i’m not one for subtly.” abby kisses you once more, and now you know this is how it was always meant to feel.

[infernalodie]

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐏𝐭.𝟑) || 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

"𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥"

Inspo: Jacob Banks - Devil That I Know Hozier - Son of Nyx Hozier - I, Carrion

Pairing: Abby Anderson x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Lightness comes in the form of acceptance...

Warnings: Angst, torture, and a splash of fluff

Part One - Part Two

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DNI YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

You’d never been to the aquarium. Abby mentioned it a few times and how beautiful it was in the summer. She’d even apparently seen a seal with Owen. Of course, you found it hard to believe but still held some hope that maybe you would get to go there one day with her.

But you wished it might’ve been under better circumstances than this.

Escaping the F.O.B. wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would’ve been. It was travelling the streets at night that made the travel difficult. What hadn’t helped was the daunting reunion you would be faced with.

As far as you knew, Ellie was killing WLF all over Seattle in search of getting to Abby. So, in the back of your mind, you thought this might be the end for you as well. That would be at least in the card if Ellie saw you as her enemy. But you had hope that if you showed up, maybe you could resolve this chaos. Maybe with you, someone who knew them both might be able to create a common ground for the pair.

Still, that hadn’t meant you weren’t taking precautions.

You took a spot near the aquarium and sat there for a good 10 minutes. Moving around the perimeter of the building to see if any other points of infiltration were possible and spot any possible ambush points. Turns out, there were only really three and one of them was blocked off. So, with that in mind, you could go in and just expect Ellie to be there with Abby. Or you could take the back door and move through from there. Possibly get the drop on Ellie and maybe Dina if this was indeed an ambush. But if Ellie had Abby close by she could just kill her without any form of thought.

That would be her fulfilling her entire point of coming to Seattle.

Of course, you believed Ellie would keep her word. A tradeoff was all she had asked for after all–you for Abby’s freedom. So, maybe you should go through the front door and not give the idea that if you had to choose between her or Abby, you would choose Abby.

So, with whispered encouragement, you made your way down the street to the front door. Keeping a tight grip around your pistol as you pushed open the door and stepped inside. The dim lighting of the moon hitting the glass ceiling allowed you to see the center of the room. A giant whale prop hung from the ceiling displayed shadows, manipulating your vision in certain positions.

“Ellie?” You called out, cautiously moving inside. “Ellie, I’m here! Alone! Just like you asked!”

From the other end of the room, Ellie appeared with a gun in her hand. Her jaw clenched as she stepped forward, aiming at you. “Toss your gun to the side.” With no hesitation, you did so after ejecting the magazine and bullet from the chamber. Kicking it toward her with your hands raised exhaling heavily.

“All right.” You swallowed thickly, glancing around with pursed lips. “Now, where’s Abby?”

Lowering her weapon, Ellie shook her head. “I’m sorry, Y/n.”

You could barely get a word out before you were hit in the side of the head, toppling to the ground in a daze. Groaning, you looked around and found a familiar face standing above you. Frowning, you whispered, “Tommy?”

“I’m sorry, kid.” And he then hit you in the face with the butt of his rifle, knocking you out.

“Just. Tell. Me. Where. She. Is!”

The metal in your mouth made it hard to breathe. Its aroma plugs your nose. You cough and cough and cough until you're gasping for air, a string of saliva mixed with blood dripping from your bottom lip that was cracked from one of Ellie’s ruthless punches.

You could barely see from your left swollen shut and your right one stinging in pain from the cut above your eyebrow. Blood had dripped inside and blinded you partially. But through the haze, you could see Ellie’s towering figure standing in front of you. Her knuckles dripped in your blood and her body trembled with rough gasps shaking her being.

Who is she?

In hindsight, you probably shouldn’t have trusted Ellie in the first place. You knew that she was too far gone to even care about remorse or whatever connection the two of you had. It’d been left the moment she left you. She saved Dina. Either for feelings she garnered for the girl or because she was pregnant–there wasn’t a clear answer for you to see. But she chose her over you.

There was very little to no connection left between the two of you.

Panting, Ellie collapsed in the chair behind her. Grabbing the water Tommy had given her before she decided to try to extract information from you. Running the back of her hand over your forehead, she took a sip of the drink. Allowing the cold liquid to simmer her warm body as she stared at you.

“Why can’t you just tell me?” She muttered, sounding almost defeated by your lack of cooperation. “Just tell me where she is Y/n and I’ll stop.”

You choked on your blood for a moment, spitting out a glob of it before resting your head against the beam you were tied to. The eye not completely blinded stared back at her. Unable to shake the smile that crossed your face.

“Why do you think, Ellie? Hmm? Could it be because you left me for dead?” You questioned angrily, sucking on your bottom lip momentarily as your head lulled forward before snapping back up to look at her.

Ellie stared at you, expression unwavering. Although nothing on the surface gave way, you knew she felt something. Either guilt or false self-justification, none of it was hidden from you. If you learned anything from your relationship with the girl, it was how her mind worked. Her inability to think before acting and when things blew up on her, she would brush the responsibility off her.

That’s what she did with you. She brushed your existence away to continue her soulless mission. “There was nothing I could-”

“You fuckin’ left me! You! Of all fucking people, you left me!” You cried, tugging at your restraints. “I fucking waited for you as Issac tortured me. I did everything to make sure he wouldn’t hunt you or Dina! I denied you would leave me. But you did nothing! I gave you my heart, my loyalty, and my soul, and you treated me like I was disposable.”

And you had waited for this moment. Finally coming face to face with her and just getting the answer to the question you needed. Trying to line up all the picture-perfect memories in your mind and see where it all went wrong. But nothing gave way. Nothing could show how and when her feelings changed for you. And it made each blow of pain make the connection you two have crack further and further until you were left with fragments in your blood hands. Wondering where you fucked up for her to treat you in such a way.

Ellie’s face strained as she clenched her eyes shut. “I had no other choice. I had to cut you loose. Dina or I could’ve died trying to save you.”

A loud laugh fell from your lips. Staring at the girl in disbelief as you blew a raspberry. “Do you tell yourself that before you go to sleep so you don’t feel guilty? News flash, Ellie, you are the root of the fucking problem!” You exclaimed in exasperation.

Her lack of response made you scoff, shaking your head. “You say Joel would do this same thing if it meant getting payback for your or Tommy’s death. But I think this just shows you never actually knew him.” The dangerous look in Ellie’s eyes would’ve usually made you recoil and instantly apologize–scared of the outbreak of emotions that might arise from the fiery girl’s uncensored personality. Although the wound of the man’s passing was still fresh in your mind, you had to accept the loss of someone before you could heal yourself. And the last thing you would do was back down from something you full-heartedly believed.

“Shut the fuck up!” She growled, standing to her feet.

“You complain and complain about the fact your life could’ve meant something if you were turned into a cure, but you can’t even see that your life–you living–means something to everyone you know,” you stated. “Joel loved you like his daughter. I loved you for the amazing girl who took care of me when I didn’t think I deserved it. And all your friends care about you. You mean something to them. But, oh God, Ellie wanted to be used as a power move for the Fireflies-”

“You don’t know anything about what happened!” Ellie yelled. “You wouldn’t understand jackshit of what I went through and the shit Joel did!”

“The fuck I don’t!” You shouted, shifting to sit on your knees and slowly rising to your feet. Groaning from the ache across your abdomen. “Who cried on my shoulder when he was alone because some snarky little fucking bitch couldn’t just be glad someone cared about her? Joel did! He told me everything because he knew I would go to the end of the Earth for you. I know what he did and I know enough about the Fireflies to know Marlene wasn’t planning on giving the cure to anyone. She would’ve kept it for herself and made herself in charge since she had the cure to keep people from dying.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you scoffed. “So, get a fucking grip, Ellie Williams,” you spat. “You don’t know anything about Joel and you never will.”

“Shut up!” She punched you in the stomach, making you double over with a wheeze, collapsing to your knees. Grabbing a handful of your dreads, she yanked your head back before repeatedly punching you. Time became obsolete and it took you a few moments to realize she’d stopped. The pain scattered across your entire head hurt to even think or keep yourself awake. “I should’ve expected this from you. To betray me and side with people you don’t even know.”

Lifting your head, you frowned at the girl. “What the fuck did you just say?” You babbled, lips swollen and a few teeth missing disfiguring your speech. “You wanna act like I’m the bad guy? Really? Ellie, you killed everyone! You are the reason I am siding with them!”

She scoffed. “I did what I had to to get to Abby. You know that,” Ellie murmured. “What she did to Joel is unforgivable. Nothing could save her from what I’m going to do.”

“Justice and vengeance are not the same thing, Ellie,” you muttered. “What you want needs to be earned. You murdered people, then you got Dina to go because you couldn’t live with the idea of just continuing to live for Joel!”

Ellie huffed. She didn’t want to hear this. She didn’t care to listen. But it would be a lie if she said that you were piercing her thoughts with your words. And maybe it was because she did feel guilty about what she did to you.

You were her biggest regret and the greatest evil in her thoughts. “Even when there was a different way around what you did. When there was someone pleading for their life, for forgiveness and mercy, what did you do? What did you do?!”

It’s been long enough for you to see and admit to yourself that Ellie had never cared about your self-interest. She never cared if you ended up dying on this suicide mission. Because all that she cared about was killing Abby. Everyone close to her was used as another step closer to Abby. Even if they didn’t die, she used them to her benefit to get closer to her goal. How the others couldn’t see it was astonishing.

And the most impressive part about it?

Ellie couldn’t even realize she was doing it. And you weren’t sure if you felt sorry for her or not.

“You don’t see it.” Ellie listened to every quiet word whispered from your broken lips. How they sounded almost of disbelief of your observation of her. But why that was, was still lost upon her raging thoughts. “You don’t see they will despise you when Abby gets here. You think you’ll kill her. But have you thought of what happens if you don’t?

Sitting flat on the ground, you sat there with a defiant look on your face. Not daring to give her the satisfaction of tears. Not after all the shits put you through. “I’m never going to tell you where Abby is, Ellie. So, you can kill me for all I care,” you spat. “But know that if you do, I will fucking haunt you for the rest of your life.”

Footsteps approaching drew Ellie’s attention to find Tommy entering the room. His eyes widened slightly, gaze flashing between her and you. But he didn’t say anything, merely clearing his throat. “Jesse and I need you upstairs.” And like that, he walked away. His boots thudded against the steps retreating until they were a mere distant sound in the back of your head.

“Ellie, you want to know something?” With parted lips and a dazed look in your eyes, you lifted your gaze to the girl. Her lips were pursed and the faint tilt of her knuckles made apparent of her clenched fists. She was holding back. “The moment you came out here, you became just as bad as Abby. But you want to know the difference between you and her now?”

“What’s that, Y/n?” Ellie murmured, looking down at her shoes for a moment before her eyes met yours.

And you grinned sadistically. “You act on emotions. You never learned how to shut that shit down. But Abby…” you chuckled, “when she finds out I’m captive and what you’ve done, she’ll act with every fibre of rage inside of her. And I won’t stop her.” Sighing, you shifted in your spot and rested your head against the beam behind you. Shutting your eyes and saying, “Remember that when she has a knife in your gut.”

She mulled over your statement for a few moments before following Tommy upstairs. Leaving you to collapse against the collum and close your eyes. Almost unable to feel the tears over the white-hot flash of pain whispering into your skull. Face scrunching at the images of Owen and Mel.

Ellie had thrown the fact of her killing the pair in your face. A man stuck between two women and a once soon-to-be mother. You were disgusted by the fact that Ellie seemed to have taken satisfaction in the act. Like they were just any other pair of survivors just trying to get by and coincidentally were in her path. You hadn’t been able to shake the nauseating churn in your stomach for hours now.

You were unevenly on the back foot of the situation. From the moments of clearness, you’d been unable to spot anything to assist you in your escape. Then again, perhaps this was the best solution for right now. Wait them out and find an opening available to take advantage of. At least then, if you died here, you died with some fucking dignity and not like some sick helpless puppy.

The sound of hinges crying made you snap your head in the direction of the door. Finding a very tired and slightly rattled Dina standing at the doorway. Dark purple circles under her eyes were more apparent by her ghostly complexion.

“I’m just here to clean your wounds,”

Straightening in your slouch, you lifted your chin suspiciously. “Tommy send you?”

“No, I came here on my own,” Dina whispered, crouching beside you. “When this is all over, I’m bringing you back home, Y/n. I won’t let Ellie dictate how your life plays out.”

You believed her. Dina was one you trusted to keep her word because, at the end of the day, she was the only one with a sensible mind. That did not mean you held any fondness toward her. She was intertwined in the problems occurring in this damn city and the reason everything was playing out the way it was. So, she was as much on your shitlist as Ellie.

Dina patted your face with a wet cloth, rubbing away the smears of crimson from your chin and cheeks. And you held an expressionless face as she tended to your wounds. Tolerating her presence enough to allow her this close. If the bindings didn’t restrain you, safe to say, a knife would be pressed to her throat.

And something about that destroyed your entire inner being. How could a friendship you had tended to and protected for years come tumbling down in a week? Let alone over one girl. Ellie came into your life like a light of hope and she was leaving it as a dark figure and reminder for yourself to not trust anyone. And Fina was falling into her trap and you couldn’t care to save her. Because in the end, she would end up understanding how you felt and you hoped it would hurt tenfold.

A gentle sigh fell from Dina’s lips, grabbing your attention. “What?”

Dina shook her head, biting on her bottom lip. “How did we turn out like this?” She murmured, wringing out the bloody cloth. “I can still remember the both of us reading books in my room when we were 10. Now, 8 years later, we stand on opposite teams?” She sniffled. “I never wanted this.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking tiredly. “You know why we’re here. You’re just too afraid to admit it.”

She pursed her lips. “Y/n, they knew there would be repercussions when they went for Joel-”

A laugh fell from your lips, staring at her incredulously. “Is that you saying that or Ellie?” You said. “You, Ellie, Jesse, and Tommy are the reason they need saving. You let Ellie ruin everything!” You growled. “You were willing to leave me for dead-”

“I didn’t want that-”

“-then you fucked Ellie who left me in that school to die and put me through hell with the WLF! I’ve fucking suffered because of you!” You sniffled, tilting your head to wipe your nose with your shoulder. Letting out a breath with a shake of your head. “And to think I could trust either of you.”

Dina pursed her lips, sniffling as she wiped her eyes aggressively. “I didn’t know that would happen.”

You grounded your teeth, nose twitching. “Of course, you didn’t,” you muttered. “How could you when Ellie used her sweet words on you, right? ‘Cause at the end of the day, Ellie is the sole reason we’re in this situation.”

Spitting out blood, you scoffed. “You want to know where our relationship went wrong, Dina?” You inquired aloud, meeting the girl’s gaze. “The moment you met Ellie.” The thought made you laugh humourlessly. “I fucking let you get close and this is how you played me.”

“Okay, that’s unfair!” Dina exclaimed defensively. “It’s not like I planned for anything to happen, alright? People’s hearts are spontaneous, Y/n. I never planned on falling for Ell.”

An incredulous laugh fell from your broken lips. “Now you’re using the nickname I gave her?” You said aloud, leaning forward slightly, a hint of amusement. “You guys using the safe word I came up with- Ugh!”

Dina’s hand wrapped around your neck on a dime. Like she’d been possessed. It’d only been for a moment, but she quickly realized what she was doing and let go. Looking away shamefully and wet the cloth further. Continuing what she was doing before.

You swallowed, clearing your throat as you shifted in your spot. Hissing at the cloth dragging over a cut along your eyebrow. “You know, we wouldn’t be in this situation if you just killed Abby.” Her drags of the cloth became harsher. More forceful and irritating your already scarred skin. “Joel would’ve done it if you-”

“Don’t you dare try and use him against me!” You hissed, a warning look in your eyes. “You may think that me being tied keeps you safe, but you aren’t untouchable Dina-”

Gunshots alerted the two of you, looking toward the doorway. A smile formed on your lips as you looked at Dina. “Why not go see who showed up?”

If Dina had the time, she might’ve slapped that smirk off your face. But her feet were already carrying her toward the door up the steps toward the commotion. You were left to tug at your restraints, keening in on the gunshots that drew louder and closer.

Now thinking about it, there was a chance it wasn’t even Abby in the first place. It could’ve just been a group of infected that spotted them or something. There were many possibilities and that made you hesitate. Long enough to finally allow doubting thoughts to creep from the darkest corners of your mind and torment you.

Would Abby try to find you?

It hadn’t been a thought that crossed your mind–solely focused on making Ellie’s life a living hell had taken priority. But now, with the ever so often crack of gunshots, you were aware of how little importance you actually held. Abby may have not seen you the way you saw her. You, searching for connection and love, could’ve easily misunderstood any of her actions and built a fort around the two of you when she had no point of being there.

She’d be just like Ellie.

And as much as you wanted to cry and fight over it, deny and deny and deny, you knew it was fruitless. Abby had encouraged you to move on from Ellie, and so you would do the same with her. Accept it and suffer in silence where the walls could come down. A denial conception fogging sensibility and prolonging the pain like salt in a fresh wound.

A small fracture of dust hit your face when a loud thud could be heard above. Straining your eyes as you heard the thud come again with more dust getting in your eyes. But when it came again, the entire patch of rotting wood fell apart. It was all a blur and sudden with the destruction of timber and yells of pain.

But when you managed to steel your eyes forward, your heart clenched at the sight of Abby., Her own found yours and you might’ve mistaken it, but it looked like a flare of light shot through her eyes. Lips barely twitched into a smile before she rolled to cover with Ellie firing a slug at the woman.

And when the two continued to sneak around one another, looking to get the upper hand on the other, you struggled with your ties. The texture of the rope continuously scratches against your wrist, deepening the tenderness of your flesh. The reddened marks are likely not to go away for another few days if you get out of here.

When Ellie came into sight, her attention half-hazardly focused on you, you brewed some sort of plan. From the bruise on her cheek, you can guess they’d engaged in some fight whilst you were struggling with your restraints. Going through the banks of memory on this trip; with Ellie and Abby, you came up with something they’d both know.

A sharp and loud whistle.

The moment it was heard, Ellie turned her attention to you, frowning. But she was far too late to realize her mistake.

Abby came in and took the attention away from you. Ellie’s knife, the one she’s had since before you met her, fell just in reach of your foot. Adjusting yourself, you used your foot to slowly drag the knife closer and pull it back to your hands. Grasping it and beginning to cut through the rope with a painful ache in your wrist echoing through your mind.

Glancing up, you spotted Dina sprinting over with a knife. “Abby, behind!”  The girl turned but was far too late to disarm Dina as she slashed at Abby’s arms, yelling out. Until an arrow pierced Dina’s shoulder, creating enough of an opening for Abby to reclaim the upper hand.

“Stop!” Ellie choked on her blood. “Stop! She had nothing to do with this.”

Finally breaking from your binds, you tossed the rope to the side and rubbed your wrists. Stopping when you saw Abby holding Dina by her hair and a knife at her throat. A furious and thunderous rage in her orbs. And under this lighting, she seemed like something out of your nightmares. Usually, it was Ellie in her place. Bathed under the red lighting, blood covering her arms, a true sign of her mindless thinking.

“She’s pregnant,” Ellie whispered, eyes blinking away the blood that threatened to drip inside.

“Good.”

“Abs!” The bigger girl snapped her gaze at you. Her heart clenched at the sight of your broken lips and puffed eyes. Cuts along your eyes and areas that were only known to her based on the splotches of blood on your shirt. You gently shook your head. “Don’t be like her.”

It was a painful ask, you knew that. If the roles were reversed, you would’ve already sliced their throats. But this was Dina you were talking about. If you knew anything, you knew she’d fallen under the lies Ellie spewed. Following her lover because it might’ve been worse to leave her. And at that, you respected her enough to try and save her life tonight.

Abby pursed her lips in contemplation. Shoving the girl off half-hazard and standing to her feet to help you up, you shook your head. Moved to Ellie with a snarl. Straddling her waist, you pressed her knife to her throat and panted out breaths.

Kill, kill, kill, kill…

The panted breaths had morphed into sobs. Unbridled with tears streaming from your eyes. “I’m not fucking scared of you anymore! Do you hear me?” You grasped her jaw, forcing her gaze up at you. “You are nothing and will continue to be nothing!”

You should kill her. After everything she’s done to you. All the pain, the denial, you’d felt everything since coming here and she was the problem.

But you’d be just as a monster as Ellie if you killed her.

“If you’re lucky, I won’t come back here to kill you. But you know why I won’t, hmm?” She choked on her blood, coughing weakly. But you made no move to help her breathe. Your eyes stared down at her with a certain layer of fury paramount to anything else Ellie had ever seen. “Because then you wouldn’t be able to live with the failure of your entire goal of coming to Seattle.”

Standing to your feet, you took Abby’s hand and exited the basement of the theatre. Exiting through the front, but waiting a moment as you patched Tommy up. Telling him you wouldn’t be home for a while or ever. And you had to painfully listen to him plead that you’d come home and not go with Ellie. But you told him that they both made their beds and they had to sleep in them.

From there, you, Abby, and a boy you soon learned was named Lev, searched for somewhere to sleep for the night. Deciding one of the many tall buildings and going to the top floor where the three of you set up a little camp. Whilst the pair ate, warming by a tiny little campfire, you situated yourself by one of the windows with your rifle resting on your pack, supporting the front end of your weapon. Searching for any sign of enemies that might’ve followed you guys. And as much as you’d love to fall asleep, it wouldn’t be helping anyone if Seraphites were roaming the area and spotted the three of you. At least now, you could get the upper hand if anyone came to the single entrance of the building.

A soft yet rough palm pressed to your shoulder blade. Your gaze never wavered from the scope. Purely knowing it could only be Abby who’d have such a warm touch. “We should patch you up.”

With a bite on the inside of your cheek, you pulled from the scope and scooted back a foot or two. Peeling your shirt off and turning to her. In certain cases, you’d feel maybe a bit self-conscious from your scars. Knowing that in someone’s eyes, you looked disgusting with these imperfections. But Abby never let her eyes fully speak. Instead, she helps you lean back into your pack whilst she grabs a medkit from her own and starts patching up the cuts.

“I have a plan for where we can go next. It was something Owen told us before he was…” Abby didn’t finish her sentence. It was far too soon to simply acknowledge that her ex/friend was gone. It’d mean she had already accepted he was dead. “There’s rumors of Fireflies out in Santa Barbra. That’s where we were planning on going before Lev for the Seraphites island.”

“Any of the WLF survive?” You inquired softly.

“Not that I am aware. Everyone likely was killed in the assault and couldn’t get off the island,” Abby guessed, pursing her lips. “When I found Mel and Owen, I radioed back to the F.O.B. They told me they couldn’t find you anywhere and I thought…I thought-”

Your hands gently held her face, a warm look in your eyes. “I’m here, Abby.” You smiled. “Thank you for saving me.”

Although Abby wished to smile as well, the look in your eyes told her enough that something else was eating away at you. “What is it?”

“This pain…” The words were measured. A culmination of every little feeling you’d felt since meeting the pair. Love, dread, doubt, fear, and anger. Each had their time at the wheel, driving you from one precipice to another, and they didn’t come to the closure they needed. “This fucking pain has gnawed at me and I don’t think I can shake it. And what I say next, I don’t want you to think you’re responsible..”

“Y/n, what’re you trying to say?” Abby grabbed your hands, gently squeezing.

And somehow, that pained you more? It must’ve been because your own trivial thoughts seemed to become more real than you first expected. You weren’t girlfriend material. At 19 years old, you never once you’d think that of yourself. But everything you offered hadn’t been enough to save yourself from pain. You’d put others in tough positions and perhaps seclusion from the ones you loved was the best decision.

“You’ll leave tomorrow. Without me.” As Abby’s lips parted, you shook your head. “If you don't leave, I’ll leave before you.” Gently caressing her cheek, you said, “I need to go on my own from this point forward. After everything that’s happened. Ellie, WLF, the Serpahites, I don’t want to burden you any longer.”

“You aren’t a burden, Y/n. Please, just come with us-”

“This isn’t up for discussion, Abs,” you interjected, pursing your lips. “I love you more than anything in this world. But this spiralled out of control since you met me. So, please, forget me until we meet again. And if we never meet again, I’ll be waiting for you on the other end of life.” Smiling, you kissed the corner of her lips and pulled her flush to your chest. Warm breath fanning her neck as you whispered a soft demand. “Find me when the time is right.”

“I’m just trying to understand if Landon likes me or not. The signs are clear, right? Like, I’m not crazy and overthinking it?”

Grace’s tirade of thoughts had been flushed out for the past 30 minutes or so. A never-ending stream of conscious thoughts that you couldn’t help but think were childish. Thinking about some sort of fantasy of love felt odd nowadays. Maybe you would’ve felt the same way, but those days seemed long gone from the present.

Placing a cigarette between your lips, you peeked at the woman sitting beside you. She’d definitely seen better days compared to now. Likely the cause of all this overthinking she’d been doing since last week.

“You’re overthinking it, Grace.” Lighting the cigarette with a match, she parted the corner of her lips to exhale a small cloud, waving out the small piece of wood. “A person I used to know always said I froze. When I was put on the front of death's door, and I had the chance to escape if I just killed the dude beside me, I would freeze. And I think that’s what’s happening with you now.”

“That I’m at death’s door?” Grace questioned.

You laughed. “No. You’re freezing. If you think Landon likes you and the signs seem to point in that direction, just say how you feel,” you explained, simply. “The worst thing that happens is he rejects you.”

“Or he shoots me out of pure shock!”

The childish ulterior made you snicker in amusement. Eyes flickering to your radio that crackled. “Hey, Y/n! We got a boat at 2 o’clock!” Randy, a scout, announced from his post in a foxhole.

“Affirm!” You checked your magazine before injecting it into the rifle and pulled the charging handle. “Grace, let’s go.”

The two of you walked down the steep and winding path made of stones. The tall grass masked your approach on the people who could be around 500 feet from where you and your squad were stationed for the day.

Making it onto the beach, you could spot the boat. Flipping the switch on your rifle, you steadily approached. Glancing up at the ridge, you could see Randy on his sniper rifle watching the two of you closely.

And that’s when you saw two figures hop out of the boat. Stopping, you levelled your rifle to the pair, the pad of your index finger resting on the trigger. “Hands up!” They turned toward you, legs wobbling beneath them with their hands raising above their heads. “Alright, now, slowly approach. Don’t do anything stupid because I got a buddy very eager to kill something today.”

They followed your orders and the closer they got, the more details you could make out. It was a boy and a woman. Both looked malnourished judging by their figures that looked terribly slim. The woman had cuts across her arms and her skin was burnt. The boy looked ready to pass out by his stuttered steps.

And by 30 yards out, that was when you could make out the woman’s identity. Your breath caught in the back of your throat with your rifle falling to your side before hitting the sand. It took a moment for your mind to catch up with what you were seeing. Balance slightly shifting with you taking a step back with a shaky exhale. Tears clouding behind your eyes and nose burning vigorously. Then, you smiled. Grace wasn’t able to stop you from suddenly sprinting toward the pair. 

“Abby!” You cried, seeing her eyes brighten at the sound of your voice. Her own began to form with tears as she quickly started to walk, fumbling over her own feet until you were holding her tightly. Supporting the weight of a frail body that didn’t resemble the look you last remembered.

Sliding to your knees, you held Abby around her waist and looked over your shoulder at your companion. “Grace, get Lev some medical attention and have food ready for them!” The blonde acted with haste, lifting the child into her arms and carrying his frail body up the trail.

You turned your attention to the girl in your arms, pulling away slightly to cup her cheeks. Meeting her tired gaze as blinked the tears away. “You’re ok. I got you. I got you, baby.”

And after what felt like years, Abby smiled. Her scabby hands holding your tear-stricken face and said,

“I found you.”

[elliefever]

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Hi sillys! This is just an introduction to my page, and a kickstart into posting! Im a fic writer from Ao3, and im moving to tumblr in hopes that itll make it easier for me to keep up with writing!

(introduction below cut!)

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

My name is Eve, (Im 5'7 if you need a mental image) i'm a pansexual poc writer and im 19 as of july 💙

im a pretty open and reasonable person for the most part, and im not really picky about writing requests so feel free to send as many as youd like! im looking forward to interacting with anyone whos interested in my page 😊

with all the boring stuff about me aside, let's talk about what im planning on writing! (if you have any more personal questions about me, dont be afraid to ask them! ill answer to the best of my abilities.)

The Last Of Us

i am a huge tlou fan so i will for sure be writing about it!

Ellie Williams

I LOVE ellie williams so much omggnfjhfhx. ill be writing dealer!ellie, loser!ellie, college!ellie, modern!ellie, and ANYTHING you guys request me to write for ellie! she is my heart and soul and i absolutely love her!

Abby Anderson

abby is so yummy 🤤 ill be writing fics for her too! im not too educated on the different abby aus to write for but i am totally looking forward to writing your guy's suggestions! (and ellabs 😊💙💙)

Dina

I LOVE HER so much shes the best. shes 100% gonna make an appearance on my page!

The Walking Dead

Maggie Rhee

Maggie is simply too fine not to write for bro. i love her so much.

Rick Grimes

i can agree he is attractive and if im in a silly mood or get a request for him then ill write some...silly stuff

Daryl Dixon

same thing for rick goes for him too!

Also any other twd characters i decide to write for or get requests for!

Sally Face

i absolutely love sally face.

there's really not much to say revolving this fandom but i love sally and larry so much!

Criminal Minds

im a huge crime show lover lol

Spencer Reid

hes so hot i literally dont understand how he can be so fine. i have a lot of ideas for fics about him and i never see anything like the ideas i have so im hoping itll be good to publish those ideas?

im open to writing for other criminal minds characters too but no one gets me all giddy like spencer does 💙

Shameless

im honestly really only interested in writing for fiona x fem reader cuz i never see it, but if you guys have any other ideas for stuff i could write for shameless just lmk! 💙

Jennifer's Body

i LOVE this movie so much, i cant wait to write for jennifer and needy and make my gay heart unbreak for them. but also i was thinking, hear me out. what if i wrote an ellie williams fic but like... jennifers body au? like jennifer and needy but instead, ellie and fem reader? just a thought idk! should i?

THAT'S ABOUT IT! or at least all i can think of as of right now!

Things I will write!

Reader loving rock music and nu metal bands!

Reader playing instruments and being super cool

Reader of any gender!

I'll leave room for imagination but ill also put some ideas of reader's outfits for those who want a mental image

Reader having good music taste and a good sense of style

pet names

bold, aggressive, and dickhead reader

pretty much anything in between

Things I will NOT write!

age play, baby talk, uncomfortably cliche submissive reader

i wont romanticize domestic violence or make light of abusive relationship dynamics 👍

emotional whiplash, i want the scenes i write to blend smoothly

piss kinks and foot stuff (and any other really strange stuff)

smut where the characters are minors

let me know if you guys have any questions or anything at all! i hope to be uploading my first fic soon, which should i do first?

[fatalitysficbakery]

𓆰♡︎𓆪 Fatility’s Fic Bakery Masterlist; Multifandomed & OC Menu Updated Pt. Two 7•6•24 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ A Multifandom blog, that caters to less represented. Mainly black women but other poc and minorities as well. 

↳ CHECK THE RULE LIST. Highly important to check my rule post before requesting ANYTHING.

↳ ❦ Fatalitysficbakery navigation menu ❦.

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𓆰♥︎︎𓆪 Welcome To The Bakery 𓆰♥︎𓆪

series (☀︎︎) oneshots (☦︎︎) smut (✞)

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 9-1-1 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Athena Grant.

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↳ Henrietta Wilson.

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↳ May Grant.

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↳ Maddie Buckley.

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↳ Karen Wilson.

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↳ Bobby Nash.

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↳ Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

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↳ Evan Buckley.

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𓆰♥︎︎𓆪 9-1-1: Lonestar 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Tyler “T.K” Kennedy Strand.

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↳ Carlos Reyes.

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↳ Judson “Judd” Ryder.

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↳ Paul Strickland.

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↳ Mateo Chavez.

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↳ Owen Strand.

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↳ Gabriel Reyes.

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↳ Tommy Vega.

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↳ Grace Ryder.

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↳ Marjan Marwani.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Miscellaneous (Artist ++) 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Beyoncé Knowles-Carter.

Tongue, Teeth, &’ Fire. (☦︎︎ - ✞ - light ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you. more than anything, she missed you.

↳ Megan “Thee Stallion/Tina Snow” Pete.

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↳ Solange Knowles.

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↳ Kelly Rowland.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Last Of Us 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Ellie Williams.

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↳ Riley Abel.

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↳ Dina.

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↳ Abby Anderson.

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↳ ((Ships)) 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Riley x Ellie

What We Could’ve Had. (☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎)

warnings: rewriting endings.

synopsis: what happens if riley hadn’t died? what life would she and ellie have lived?

↳ next episode

↳ Dina x Ellie

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↳ Samantha Carpenter

Never Trust The Love Interest. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

↳ Tara Carpenter

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↳ Billy Loomis

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↳ Stu Macher

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Gen V 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Jordan Li.

Bad For Me (☦︎︎ - ✞ - ☹︎??? - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

↳ Marie Moreau

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Originals 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Elijah Mikaelson

I choose me. (♫ - ✞ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: breeding kink, soft dom!elijah, hybrid!y/n, desperation, need, man falls first, woman falls harder, soft smut, gentle dirty talk. grab tissues for your eyes and tomatoes for niklaus, it’s time for elijah’s ending.

synopsis: but what about elijah’s happiness?

↳ Freya Mikaelson.

Found Peace. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Hayley Marshall

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↳ Rebekah Mikaelson.

A Family Of Her Own. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Wednesday 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Wednesday Addams.

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↳ Morticia Addams.

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↳ Enid Sinclair.

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↳ Larissa Weems.

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↳ Tashi Duncan.

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↳ Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x Black Fem!Y/n

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This List will be updated regularly as I go on. Enjoy the baked goods in Heaven’s Fic Bakery! 🥖🥐🥯🍞🥨🥮🧁🍧🍨🍯

[r3starttt]

OBLIVIATE | 03

ellabs x reader | series m.list | > 02 > 04

CW: modern!au. +18 content. poly relationship. POC friendly. ellabs x reader| time skips (like fr). Dina appearance <3 suggestive. angsty. reader being a homewrecker basically for the millionth time.

SUMMARY: Lights, camera, action, and regret. What-ifs and temptations captured on screen. Maybe it should have stayed between two, forgetting it was ever three, but lovers' hearts, even shattered, retain their warmth. The chance to resolve unfinished words for the last time is something two can ignore, but not three.

AN: I don't know about hockey, so forgive if something sounds stupid? I watched a few vids on YouTube, so.... gotta be decent, at least, but whatever.

WAVE

The energy in the arena is electric, a tangible force that reverberates through the air as thousands of fans cheer for their favorite hockey teams. An ocean of faces painted in team colors, waving banners and flags, each cheer a testament to the anticipation and tension that had built up over the season.

The stadium lights shine brightly, illuminating the vast ice rink where Abigail Anderson, the most celebrated hockey player in recent memory, glides with grace and power. Almost every eye in the stadium and beyond was on her, every camera angle trying to capture the essence of her prowess on the ice as the commentators meticulously called her.

In the VIP section, you sit among family, friends, and celebrities, wearing a blue t-shirt with "Anderson" emblazoned on the back.

Abby's determination is visible in every stride, every maneuver. And how could she not, after a season marked by her brief hiatus to spend more time with you.

The commentators buzz with excitement, their voices echoing throughout the arena as they analyze Abby's every play, marveling at her skill and dedication.

The opposing team, equally formidable, pushed back with equal vigor, making the game a tight contest from the start. You watched Abby’s face on the giant screen, her eyes steely with focus, jaw set with determination.

The tension is palpable, each moment feeling like an eternity. You watch Abby weave through defenders, her eyes locked on the puck, her mind undoubtedly running through a thousand calculations. She knows the world is watching, knows how important this win is for her team and for herself.

As the game progresses, your attention is momentarily diverted when the camera shifts to another VIP room. There, amidst the laughter and chatting of her bandmates, sits Ellie Williams and for a split second, you swear your eyes met.

You knew what this game meant to Abby. She had taken a break an there were whispers of doubt about her ability to return to her peak. This game was the culmination of her efforts, a testament to her resilience. So you force yourself to refocus on the game.

The game is relentless, both teams pushing their limits. Each period drags on, the scoreboard reflecting the struggle. The commentators along crowd’s cheers and gasps created a symphony of excitement and anxiety. Every time Abby had the puck, you held your breath. You could feel the collective tension, not just from the fans but from the millions watching at home.

Game progressed into the third period, you could hear the buzz of conversations, a mix of admiration and nervousness. With the score tied and the clock winding down, every pass, every shot was critical.

Abby seized the puck, her eyes scanning the ice with laser focus. She weaved through defenders, you felt your heart in your throat, your eyes glued to her. The opposing team closed in.

She wound up and fired the puck with all her might, a perfect shot that sailed past the goalie and into the net.

The buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the game and Abby's triumphant victory.

The arena erupted. The sound was deafening, a wave of euphoria crashing over you. The commentators can barely contain their excitement, praising Abby's extraordinary performance and the decisive goal.

As the camera captures the jubilant aftermath, it once again pans to the VIP rooms, broadcasting your reaction to the world.

This time, you see Ellie watching the scene, a faint smile playing on her lips. She had a blue shirt as well, you couldn't quite catch the number or name, but the pure thought of her being aware of Abby, sharing space one more time, it had your heart anxious.

Despite the whirlwind of emotions, you focus on being there for Abby, reveling in her triumph. The arena is alive with celebration.

As she looks up into the stands, her eyes finding yours amidst the chaos, you know she sees you. She raised her stick in salute, a gesture just for you and you only.

The night is a blur of celebrations and interviews, but amidst it all, you remain collected. One main thought on your mind. Did Abby know Ellie was here?

-

"Abby, dear, it's such a pleasure to finally meet you. Your father was highly esteemed in our circles," your mother said, her voice dripping with admiration. "It's a pity we haven't had more opportunities to catch up, isn't it, darling?" She briefly glanced at your father.

He appeared somewhat disinterested but always eager to please his wife. With a nod and a drink in one hand, the other hand holding his wife's, he politely responded, "Well, it has indeed been a long time since Jerry and I last caught up."

Abby smiled at their comments, nodding to show she was engaged. "I was always impressed with his work. He had a talent for getting things done."

"Yes, he did. It's evident you've inherited his skills. And your beauty and grace—I'm captivated," your mother continued, caressing your father's hand. She was thrilled, eager to absorb everything from such a man.

"Thanks, really. I appreciate the nice comments about my dad. I'm very proud of him," Abby said, cutting into the chain of compliments, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Well," your mother continued, "we're certainly grateful you could visit. It's not every day we meet someone like you. Tell me, how have you found everything? The summer, the preparations for graduation? Quite an accomplishment."

"Oh sure, it's been quite a thing," Abby replied, her smile widening as she glanced over at you and Ellie, lounging by the pool. "It's been busy, but I'm excited about what's ahead."

Your mother’s gaze flickered towards Ellie, who was sitting a few meters away, detached as she scrolled through her phone. "And Ellie," your mother remarked dismissively, "our daughter is in awe of you both. Though I must admit, she has some rather interesting friends at times."

Abby’s smile widened slightly, her gaze shifting to where you and Ellie were. "Not at all. I’ve seen how hard Ellie works, and it’s admirable," she said, hesitating before continuing in a carefully crafted tone. "She's had to make do with a lot less compared to some of us, yet she makes the most of what she has."

Your father, who had been quietly observing, interjected with a hint of curiosity. "Ellie seems like a bright young woman. I'm sure she has her own talents," he said, glancing at his wife, who seemed quite displeased. "If she's... so close with a lady like Abby, she must be something special, right?" He looked back at Abby, hoping she'd understand the hint to change the subject.

Which was useless since your mother spoke once again. "I've always said connections can make all the difference. That's why I'm so eager for my daughter to find someone who fits well within our circle," she said, her eyes on Ellie.

Abby nodded, her voice laced with flattery. "I can see that." There was a brief silence, knowing that speaking too much could betray Ellie or you.

"Actually, your daughter mentioned you've been working on quite a few interesting projects recently?" Abby said, clearing her throat, arms crossed, catching a glimpse of your dad's smile.

Your mother nodded enthusiastically, clearly pleased. "Oh, you know, just the usual. But let's not talk about me. I'm more interested in your plans for the future. A young lady like you has so much potential."

"I'm still figuring it out," Abby replied with a small laugh. "I'd love to become a surgeon but I'm also interested in sports. Besides, I might wait a year, see how Ellie does, your daughter too—" Your mother immediately cut her off, seizing the opportunity.

"Oh? I thought she was in your grade as well," she said, narrowing her eyes as Abby shook her head. "Why would you wait then? Don't worry about our daughter; she has nothing to figure out."

Your father, overhearing the subtle shift in conversation, raised an eyebrow but remained quiet. Your mother, now more intrigued by Abby, leaned in, giving her little room to escape.

"Well, Ellie’s certainly doing her best. It's just that coming from a different background means she has to rely on others for support sometimes," Abby said awkwardly, yet it faded quickly at your mother's shift in expression.

"I see. That must be difficult for her," your mother said, almost proud of the revelation. "Haven't you thought she's searching for a sense of belonging? Or maybe validation?" Her tone was delicate yet pointed.

Your father, who had been quietly observing, nodded thoughtfully. "It's indeed a complex situation, darling. But not necessarily do people's backgrounds shape their expectations and needs," he said, tightening his grip on your mother's hand.

Abby seized the opportunity to solidify her place in your parents' favor, mostly for your sanity. "Absolutely, and it's praiseworthy that she’s managed so well despite—"

"But sometimes, one can’t help but notice the contrasts. If you say so, I'm sure she tries her best, but it’s clear she's not quite in the same league. It's a tough world out there, and not everyone can keep up, no matter how hard they try," your mother interrupted again.

Your father, who had been less engaged, now leaned in with a thoughtful expression. "You and your father are so kind to handle these situations."

Abby’s smile became a touch more genuine, one of thankfulness towards your dad. Her gaze shifted to include both your parents. "Absolutely. We're always happy to help where we can."

Your mother, not missing a beat, continued, "I'm just saying, it must be such a different world from where Ellie comes from. I can only imagine the...disparity."

Abby cleared her throat, feeling trapped, mad even. "Not at all, we've always been close... we are in great teams actually."

Your mother’s gaze softened, a bit amused with the direction of the conversation. "I apologize if my comments—"

"I understand your worries," Abby quickly interjected.

Your mother, taking advantage of that, pushed further. "It’s been great seeing how supportive she is of her friends, even those who aren’t as well-off. Isn't it, love?" she glanced back at her husband, who nodded in agreement.

“It’s such a pity your dad and my husband lost touch. They were so close back in the day," your dad spoke, shy if not ashamed. "We would love to have someone like you as part of our family. After hearing how humble and kind you and your dad are... we had hoped that—"

Abby’s eyes flicked towards you, who were still lounging with Ellie. “We would love that too. Your daughter is quite remarkable."

"We mean it, sweetheart, really, the way you handle everything—so poised and effortless—my daughter could learn a lot from you," your dad quickly interrupted. "And from Ellie as well."

"Perhaps we should arrange a dinner sometime soon. It would be lovely to get to know you better. It could be a new chapter for all of us," your father suggested.

"I’d love that"

-

"Yeah? You really don't have to-" sweaty strands of hair brushed her cheeks as she shocked her face.

"It's the least I can do for having you here supporting me, babe. No worries," she replied.

You had a premiere coming up soon. Your latest movie had been heavily promoted, and you'd taken a break, making use of already recorded interviews.

But as soon as Abby returned to work, so would you.

"We really should watch it" a hint of a small laugh bettwen her words, quickly shushed by her hungry lips drinking water like she haven't ever drink in her life.

"You won't like it," you replied dismissively.

"What? Seeing my wife covered in blood, mad, and panting?" she said with a sarcastic smile.

You rolled your eyes and walked over to her, leaving your phone on the chair. You pressed a tender kiss to her still-sweaty lips. "Come on then, let's get dinner so you can watch your hot wife being creepy."

"Before that" she grabbed your wrist, a gentle grip. her fingers running down yours, brushing your ring very briefly before she let go "Was she wearing my shirt?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to process her words. "Really?" you said, tilting your head in disbelief and disapproval. Your reply was a nod along a mocking smile on her face. "I didn't see."

A quiet "huh" fell from her lips. "You miss her, but when she's right there you-" she started, but you cut her off.

"She'll be at the premiere. Get over it," you said firmly. "Plus, she did it on purpose," you murmured, trying to prove you weren't the only one playing dumb.

Her eyes flashed with caution before taking another sip. "We're all just doing our jobs."

You turned around and picked up your phone, scrolling through it with your nails tapping loudly on the screen. After a few minutes, you showed it to her.

A post from Ellie's band, featuring a moment from the game with a lengthy caption praising the team and Abby's performance, caught your eye.

"They just get to be your number one fans? They probably don't even know how the game works," you said, annoyed, as she took the phone from you to get a closer look.

There were a few silent seconds shared between both. She didn't seem as bothered as you'd expected, and it somehow was bothering you instead.

"She's wearing it," Abby commented, showing you the screen. Ellie was in the last slide, holding a beer, her current girlfriend resting her head on her shoulder, both wearing blue shirts with 'Anderson' on the back in white letters.

You eyed at the picture, at the caption. The post already flooded with comments. Likes growing each second.

"That's her girl?" you took the phone off her hand "Abby" You furrowed you eyebrows in annoyance, shaking your head very slightly, your tone warning her to stop.

"You think she'll bring her?" once your phone was tossed somewhere next to her, she brought it once again. "To the premiere? I hope not"

-

"You don't get it, do you?" Her frustration was a force, hazel eyes brimming with disbelief and pain. They were fierce, unyielding. "I gave you what you wanted. I played along. Everyone’s putting on a show for your family—just look at Abby." Her hands slapped the sides of her thighs, a stinging finality in the motion. Knitted eyebrows forming a bridge of impatience.

Your gaze flickered reluctantly towards the blonde figure. Her long hair, usually a cascading waterfall, now seemed like a veil hiding her true self. Her typical bravado was missing, leaving her persona bare and vulnerable. A hollow facade.

Her eyes, though full of unspoken hurt, seemed to offer an invitation, a silent plea for you to continue.

Everything was supposedly fine. You hadn't questioned the underlying issues they’d been discussing in hushed tones for days—issues your mother had hinted at repeatedly. You had assumed she would grasp the situation herself. The woman had a knack for perceiving the imperceptible, as if her eyes could read secrets written in invisible ink.

“My family,” you sighed, the weight of frustration and anxiety crashing down like a wave. Your breath was heavy, filling the room with a palpable tension, as if the air itself was charged with unspoken conflict.

"They’ve always been like this—I didn’t know it would go this far." Your voice was neither angry nor annoyed, but carried the resignation of someone who simply wanted the turmoil to end.

Ellie’s senses felt overwhelmed. Her ears seemed to hum with the rhythm of her own heartbeat, her eyes blinked in quick succession as if seeking escape. The atmosphere felt so thick with unresolved energy that stepping back seemed like a reasonable response.

“Oh really?” she retorted, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “You think I’m—” She paused, her voice losing its edge.

“I know why you did this,” she said with a groan in each word, stepping closer with the creaking of the wooden floor echoing her frustration.

The guilt was a lead weight in your chest, a regret for needing and wanting their presence despite knowing the selfishness of your actions. Her words a stark reminder of your regret, but hindsight offered no solace.

Ellie’s face was a canvas of anger and hurt. Abby, however, remained calm and composed, caught between her loyalty and the pressure, appearing distant and detached as a defensive measure.

“I’m so stupid,” Ellie said, her head tilting, her gaze shifting away from you to focus on Abby. “Has she told you what she discussed with your parents? Mhm?” The emphasis in her voice was a sharp blade, and you chose to remain ignorant of the conversation's specifics rather than face it.

“They think they’re doing what’s best,” you said, moving to sit beside Abby. The small gestures of comfort were unsettling in their own way, fueling the auburn's frustration.

“What’s best?” Ellie repeated bitterly. “Making me look like some kind of gold-digger? Accusing me of trying to come between you and Abby?” each word brushing her mouth murroring the feeling of absurdity, as if she was not only complicit but actively drawing everyone closer, as if her thirst for more was unquenchable.

“Hey,” Abby interjected, straightening her posture on the bed. Her eyes rolled, a gesture of irritation rather than confrontation.

“Ellie, you can’t just act fuck in this house and expect it to go unnoticed. My parents don’t know about anything- We discussed this before coming here because I didn’t want to deal with this shit.” Each word from you felt like a punctured balloon, deflating the tension but filling the room with an uneasy silence.

“I needed you to stand by me, and you couldn’t even do that,” Ellie snapped at Abby, ignoring your presence. You chuckled bitterly, the sound a hollow echo in the charged atmosphere.

Abby looked up at Ellie, taken aback by the sudden outburst. “They were just talking, and I was trying to be polite,” she said defensively, her tone soft yet tinged with mockery. She was skilled with words, wielding them as a shield.

“Polite?” Ellie snapped, her anger flaring. “They were humiliating me, Abby. And you just stood there and smiled.” Her frustration was a tempest, throwing her hands in the air as if to cast off the invisible chains of humiliation. “You know how much their approval means to me.”

Abby’s eyes met Ellie’s with an unbothered glare. “Yeah? And why’s that?” Abby retorted, her voice sharp. “You both wanted something, didn’t get it. Fucking get over it.”

Your and Ellie’s eyes met Abby’s, both reflecting disbelief and the sting of exposure. The rawness of her words laid bare the vulnerability that had been masked until now.

“Abby,” you groaned, your voice a desperate plea for calm. Your brain was a whirlpool of confusion and offense. “Stop.”

“Is that you or your mother talking?” Abby tilted her head, her gaze piercing through you. Her legs now crossed on the bed.

"I don't know and don't care either about whatever shit's going on with you" their bodies being eyed by your flickering eyes.

"I think we can deal with my parents, three fucking days. We leave" you signaled your hands as in 'it's all over'

But Ellie didn't even hesitate, even with Abby's warning "If you leave I don't ever want to see you again"

And to this day, she had upheld that promise. Everything to please Abigail.

-

Barely long nails traced the deep black lines carved on the auburn's skin. Each brush eliciting such warmth on their hearts who now seemed like one, shared.

"What're you doing?" The light reflecting on Ellie's eyes disappear the second that question hit her ears. Turning her phone Inmediatelly and tossing it somewhere in the bed. a muttered 'nothing' in response.

"You think you'll see them?" She took a deep breath, the air loudly brushing her nose once she exhaled. turning her body to meet the girl on her side- puppy eyes meeting her own as the touch on her skin stopped.

"I shouldn't have told you, huh?" she tried to laugh it off "Yeah" the brunette answered in a laugh as well. her body instictively moving closer to Ellie's.

"You should take me. We see them... talk, solve your shit because you're clearly traumatized-" Ellie's hand hit very softly the brunettes skin, followed by a dramatic 'ouch'

"Imagine you just wanna fuck me and end being acused for trying to steal money or shit? like, I just wanted to- I dunno, doesn't matter" the more she spoke, the more her tone lowered.

A small pout on her lips as she looked down to Dina's hands. Her tattooed arm leading her hand down her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze to bring her closer, which she didn't hesitate on doing.

"It'll be fun, yeah? plus... I want the pictures taken" Ellie let out a nasal laugh at the words. Both the anxiety of just going there and bringing company made her physically weak.

But she nodded. She still had a week to think about it.

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A Little Act of Love

Abby Anderson x WLF!POC!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Fluff, Cute nervous behavior, crushing on a friend, needle and thread, sewing handmade gifts, touching moments, hugs, dead parent, Christmas traditions

Summary: Christmas was your favorite time of the year, even in the post-apocalyptic world you were born into. It was family tradition with your mother to make stockings every year for your loved ones. This year was no different… except you’d be adding one more to the list.

You knew this was risky, but you had to do it. The craft store was a fair distance away from the safe zones that are routinely cleared by the WLF. If you weren’t careful, you’ll either end up fighting with an infected or a Scar, and neither option was pleasant. You were running off on your own, but your squad was used to that by now. You were one of the few people who chanced to go into places by yourself even though it wasn’t encouraged. Normally it was to get things for other people that they paid you to get. Your usual grab was comfort items or things that you couldn’t normally get within the safe zone. You didn’t mind. It gave you a chance to see more of what the world used to be and how it all went to shit.

“I’ve gotten very lucky with this.” You mutter to yourself, peeking around the corner of the building. The front is clear of any infected and you don’t see any Scars around the area. A nudge at your knee has you glancing down at Clover and patting his head. You slowly round the corner, Clover on your heels, and make your way to the front door. Just because you’re lucky now doesn’t mean that won’t change, which is why you insisted on bringing your dog. You frown at the darkened windows but don’t let that stop you. Clover zips inside as soon as you crack the door open and you wait for his cue. A few minutes later, a bark sounds and you grin to yourself. ‘All Clear.’ You sigh and step inside. The building was dark in areas there weren’t any windows, so you turn your flashlight on.

“Alright, Clover. Let’s head to the fabric section. Hopefully, this one has what I’m looking for since it’s much bigger.” You grin at the dog and he woofs at you. The two of you make your way through the large craft store, pausing to look at things that catch your eye. Once you reach the fabric section, you gasp at the sheer size of it. With an excited squeal, you run around and ramble about the different types of fabrics as you find them. Clover didn’t understand what you were talking about but he ran back and forth in excitement for you. When you found what you were looking for, you nearly screamed but chose to jump up and down instead. You grab the various bolts of fabric and bring them over to the cutting table, taking care to measure out more than you need.

Once the fabric was cut, you folded it and shoved it into your bag before wandering the rest of the store. You grabbed more spools of thread, new needles, and a bunch of other things you’d need. You annoyedly opened the packages and threw them away. You didn’t need more garbage to throw away at the base. Thanks to the military gear the WLF kept, your backpack was able to carry everything you had. It might’ve been a bit more than you came for, but it was stuff you’d need eventually.

“C’mon, boy.” You smile down at Clover and head for the doors. Your luck had held up and you were quickly making your way back to the rendezvous point. Your teammates greet you warmly, happy to see you back in one piece, especially after you show them your haul. You help them finish up clearing out the area, mark where you went on the map, and write out a description of it. Being one of the more enthusiastic adventurers came with cartography duties that you needed to fulfill. Isaac looked the other way as long as you keep providing the WLF with information, so that’s what you did.

“Woah! You went out that far?” Owen startles you as you’re writing out your description.

“Shit, Owen!” You gasp, putting a hand over your heart, “What the fuck is wrong with you! I was this close to taking you out with my pencil!” You hiss, jabbing it in his direction.

“Relax.” Owen raises his hands in surrender, “I forgot you get focused. That’s my bad… so uh, you really went that far past our border?” He examines the place you marked on your map. It was only a fifteen-minute walk away from the WLF’s border, but that could mean life or death in this area. If you had to go that far out, you went as a group so you had enough backup. Again, you were one of the crazies who liked exploring on their own.

“Yeah, the area isn’t that bad though. It’s this huge craft store surrounded by a few other little shops. I wrote down what they are, but I doubt anyone is going to go out that far.” You shrug, finishing up the last of your description, “So what brings you to annoy me?” You joke, folding up your map.

“We’re all clear to head out, so I came to get you.” Owen crosses his arms, “Not to annoy you. Thank you very much.” He says sassily.

“Sure.” You snort and roll your eyes, “Let’s go, buddy boy.” You pat his shoulder and slip past him. You hear him grumble under his breath and you grin to yourself. Clover is the first to get into the truck and the rest of you follow suit. You were excited to get back to the compound so you can work on your little project. So excited that you were bouncing your leg the whole way there. You barely said goodbye to Owen before jumping out of the truck and heading for the intake. Things went by smoothly other than Clover whining about the fact that you were leaving again. It reminded you that you needed to finish his chew toy soon.

After one last stop, you knock on the door to your mother’s room and wait for her response. Your father died of a sickness not related to the Cordyceps virus when you were a baby. As a way to remember him, your mother made a new Christmas stocking for him every year. She burned the old one on the first day of spring in a little memorial. Getting the fabric used to be her job, but she’s too old to be going off the compound anymore. That’s why you did it instead.

“Come in!” You hear your mother’s muffled voice. You open the door and smile at her when she looks up at you.

“Hey, ma.” You say softly, “I got the fabric you were asking for.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Y/n!” Your mother gets up and hugs you, “It didn’t give you too much trouble, did it?” She watches as you place your bag down and open it up.

“No, but I had to go visit that huge craft store on the north side. Don’t worry though, there weren’t any issues with it.” You grin, pulling out all of the fabric and other materials you grabbed for her. The two of you took some time to sort through it, talking about what has been happening around the place recently. You told her about Mel and Owen getting together, some of the trips you’ve taken, and a few other things. Somehow, you and your mother got on the topic of your crush and you were trying to steer the conversation in another direction.

“I’m just saying, hun. You should ask her out.” Your mother sighs, “Abby is a really nice girl and she can protect herself very well. You two are friends so I don’t think it’ll cause any issues if you express your feelings.”

“Well.” You fidget with the fabric in your hands, “I was planning on making her a Christmas stocking. I don’t know if she’s ever had one before, and it’s something I enjoy doing so I thought… it… might… be something?” You give your mother a nervous smile. She has a huge grin on her face as she claps her hands in excitement.

“Oh hun, do it! She’s going to love it so much!” She laughs happily, pushing the materials toward you.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll do it!” You laugh at her enthusiasm. So you and your mother get to work on making your respective stockings. You take some time to make another stencil for it, that way you don’t have to wait for your mother to finish with hers. Throughout the whole process, you couldn’t get yourself to calm down. Making something like this for Abby meant a lot to you. You don’t know if she’ll like it or think it's silly, but you wanted to do it anyway. The two of you are only friends and you don’t expect it to go anywhere, but this was your way of showing your appreciation. She’s been there for you a lot this past year and you couldn’t think of a more lasting way to thank her.

You were putting a lot of love into this stocking. You took the extra time to embroider her name into it along with a few snowflakes. ‘Is Abby more of a snowman or gingerbread man kind of person?’ You think idly, staring down at the blank space on the stocking. ‘Well, from what I know about her… she seems more like a gingerbread kind of person.’ You chew on your lip as you sketch out the little figure, choosing which color floss to use for the various pieces. Once you’re satisfied with it, you reach for the brown embroidery floss and start to work on the final figure. When you were finished with the embroidery, you and your mother took a break to grab dinner. The two of you talked about the process, gushing over each other’s designs and offering advice on how to make them even better.

By the time you finished, it was late and you needed to get to bed. So, you said goodnight to your mother, gathered your things, and went back to your apartment. You were knocked out the moment your head hit the pillow and you woke up the next morning a bundle of nerves. You knew Abby would be out on a run today, so you’d have to wait for her to come back. The rest of the day was filled with nerves, and the fact that you had nothing to do only made that worse. You ended up getting everything ready way ahead of time, so you were ready to go when you knew she’d be in her apartment.

Your heart is racing as you anxiously speed-walk through the halls. Abby’s stocking was tucked into a gift bag you had snatched during your trip. ‘All I have to do is give it to her. That’s all. Why am I so fucking nervous about this?’ You grumble to yourself, biting your lip as you get to Abby’s hall. Her apartment door is cracked open and you can hear her and Manny talking through it. You take a deep breath to steady yourself before knocking. You slowly push the door open and give the two of them a small smile. Abby immediately grins when she sees you, tossing something at Manny who struggles to catch it.

“Y/n!” Abby greets you, “I haven’t seen you in a bit! How are you?”

“I’m great. I’ve been busy going out on scouting runs, so I’ve been off-base a lot.” You respond, walking over to her, “Is right now a good time, or do you have somewhere to be?”

“I’ve got nowhere to be, so I’m okay with hanging out.” Abby shrugs.

“Well!” Manny claps his hands as he stands up, “I’ll leave you two to hang out. Have fun!” You raise an eyebrow at the cheeky grin he gives the two of you before vanishing through the door. You turn to Abby as soon as the door clicks shut intending on asking what that was about. Except, you meet her eyes instead and the words die in your throat. It must’ve been from your nerves and not the fact that her eyes are practically sparkling.

“So what’s the bag for?” Abby questions, motioning to the gift bag in your hand.

“Oh! Um… It’s for you.” You blush, holding it out to her.

“For me?” Abby’s eyebrows jump up in surprise.

“Yeah, I want to-” Abby takes the gift from you, making you pause, “to thank you for being such a good friend. If you don’t like it, that’s perfectly okay. You don’t have to keep it, I can always take it back-”

“-No!” Abby suddenly blurts out, startling you, “No. No, it’s okay. I just…” She lifts the light blue stocking out of the bag. “You got me a Christmas stocking?” Her voice comes out so quietly that you get nervous that she doesn’t like it.

“I’m so sorry, Abs. If I knew you wouldn’t have liked it, I wouldn’t have made it-” Her hand covers your mouth and she laughs, tears gathering in her eyes as she does.

“I love it, Y/n.” She says sincerely, giving you a soft smile, “It may be a little silly but I’ve always wanted one.” You blush at the look she’s giving you, and panic slightly when she removes her hand. You hope that she can’t tell you’re blushing!

“Oh.” You breathe out, the tension in your shoulders vanishing, “That’s a relief.”

“Wait. Did you say that you made this?” Abby’s eyes widened as what you said registered, “You made this stocking for me?” You nod and run a hand over the fluffy fabric.

“It’s a tradition between my mom and me. It’s kind of a way to show our love and appreciation for someone. She and my dad used to do it for each other before he passed away, and she continues doing it. So I thought… I thought I’d make you one since you’re someone I love.” You flusteredly look down at the floor, when you realize that Abby is crying. You didn’t plan on telling her that, but it just came out! ‘I can’t believe I just said that! Way to go, Y/n!’

“I do like it. I like it a lot.” Abby wipes her tears away, “My dad and I didn’t even do things like that. That makes this stocking even more special.” She gives you a shaky grin before hugging you tightly.

“It’s nice to know someone loves me enough to make me one.” Abby’s hugs were always your favorite from how secure they make you feel, and you can’t help but snuggle into her as she holds you close.

“If I knew you’ve never had one before, I would’ve taken more care with planning it.” You smile and give her a squeeze, “The inside has hot chocolate and a few other little collectibles I knew you’d like.”

“You paid that much attention to me?” Abby hesitantly lets you go, an unreadable emotion in her eyes.

“Well, yeah!” You playfully roll your eyes, “That’s what you do when you love someone.”

“You… love me?” Abby smirks, making you blink, “When did that happen?”

“Huh?” You say dumbly.

“You said you love me, twice now.” She teases you, “Do you have something to say to me?” From how fast your face heats up, you’re sure Abby knows that she said something right.

“I um- actually?” You clears your throat, nervously playing with the stocking, “I-I have a crush on you.” All thoughts in your head freeze and you stare at your friend.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to admit that. But, I’m into you, Y/n.” Abby chuckles.

“Really?!” You laugh in disbelief, “I didn’t think you did.”

“How can I not crush on you? You literally handmade me a stocking. Handmade!” She shakes it it make a point, and you giggle, “Why don’t we make some hot chocolate and you can help me figure out where to hang it?” She offers.

“I’d like that.” You smile and let Abby lead you to their little kitchen. For the rest of the night, the two of you talked about where your friendship would go from here. Your little act of love got you way more than you planned.