#abby fluff

[rhyrhy]

“'Cause we're way too involved, just to cut and not call”

Situationship! Abby Drabble

࣪𖤐.ᐟ Warnings: none, just two idiots pining, fluff, 2k words. IFY This was 110% Inspired by this — more Abby here —

The sound of Abby’s door clicking shut behind you was second nature by now. You’d met her after being transferred to the WLF base. thrown into a new routine, a new home, with new faces. Eyes feeling- no, knowing you are sizing you up. And hers, Abby, had been one of them. What started as a proper passing familiarity. working the same routes, seeing her in the gym, nodding at each other across crowded mess hall tables. had turned into nights spent in her room, pretending it was casual.

But the feelings had started to bleed through…

First, it was the small things. Redoing her braid after you’d messed it up by tugging on it all night. Jokingly calling her patrol dog, your “baby” when she curled up beside you, earning a sound of amusement from Abby. Then she’d started catching your wrist before you could slip away, her fingers firm but careful. The dim glow of a lantern casting shadows across her face as she’d murmur, “It’s late. You can head back in the morning, yeah?” Now, after weeks of being apart. separate assignments. However the pit in Abby’s stomach from your absence was impossible to ignore. Too obvious to be anything other than what it was. Or what was building.

Abby was sprawled her bed, one arm tucked behind her head, a small smile on her lips as you stepped inside.

“Hey, stranger. Starting to think you forgot about me.”

You sat beside her, the mattress dipping under your weight as her arm stretched along the back, her fingertips brushing your shoulder, resting on the fabric of your shirt. This was supposed to be easy. No strings attached. But as she laughed, her gaze lingering on yours, something soft and knowing in her expression, she realized you both were in trouble.

in deeper than either of you would admit.

“Forget about you? Please, never.” You joked, bumping her shoulder with yours. Truth was, you couldn’t even dream of forgetting about her.

Abby humed, tilting her head to the side. Her braid following her small movement. “You say that now, but you haven’t even bothered to check in for almost three weeks.” There was tease lilt to her tone, but a small part of her was beginning to wonder if maybe you’d decided she wasn’t worth the trouble after all. Trying to push that past relationship troubles take over.

“Really?” You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking back to how long it had actually been. It clicked She was…counting? Regardless she was right. yes, it had been awhile. “Oh… shit, I’m sorry, Abs. Got busy, I guess?” You rubbed your arm, glancing over at her. It was a weak statement but it’s all you could mutter out.

Abby rolled her eyes, nudging you with her knee. “Busy, huh? Couldn’t even leave a note or something?” She gave you a pointed look, pouting dramatically. “Im offended.” But as she took in your sheepish expression, her gaze softened. Her bottom lip out.

“Hey! Don’t do that. You’re a horrible communicator too, and you know it,” you chuckled, reaching out to tilt her face toward you with a finger under her chin. Scanning over the new scar on the side of her cheek.

Abby scoffed, still faking offense. “Oh, so now it’s my fault, huh?”

She smirked as your fingers gently lifted her chin, her eyes meeting yours. A familiar spark flickered between you, something that felt like it was always standing behind you. Looming.

You nodded jokingly, scanning her face again. “Mhm. I’m soo not taking accountability here.”

Abby rolled her eyes again, but there was a mischievous glint in them. She pouted again, though this time it was clearly more playful than serious. “Oh really? I see how it is.” She leaned into your touch, her voice much quieter than before. Fingers twitching to reach over and hold you more.

You chuckled, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear before cupping her face. “Oh Yeah? You do?”

Abby’s teasing melted away the moment your hands settled on her skin. Your touch was too gentle, too easy, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She knew she should keep things light, keep up the playful air, but the way you were looking at her? Like she meant something? It was fucking terrifying. You always looked at her like that, always.

“Earth to Andersonnnn,” you teased, your thumb caressing over her cheek. Eyes on hers, like you were trying to read her thoughts.

Abby blinked, cheeks tinged with a rush of heat. She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “Sorry, got lost in thought for a second.” Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, savoring the feel of your touch. It felt too natural. Too safe.

“I see that,” you hummed, shifting along the couch until you settled onto her lap, resting on her thighs. “Whatcha thinking about, hm?”

Abby’s hands instinctively found your hips, her grip firm but careful. The warmth of you against her sent a flood of emotions rushing through her. Ones she’d been trying to ignore for weeks, months. Ever since you first kissed her if she being completely honest with herself. Your arms around her neck, the soft sigh you let out. it wouldn’t leave her, ever.

She exhaled, her fingers absentmindedly skimming the hem of your shirt. “Nothing. Just… stuff.”

“Stuff,” you repeated, unconvinced. You sighed, resting your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the familiar scent of pine. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop by sooner. But I… I thought about you.” Your voice was quieter now. “I promise.”

Abby’s breath caught as you nuzzled closer, her fingers tracing lazy circles along your back. She closed her eyes, relishing in your warmth, in the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against her. Worried hers was loud enough for you to hear.

“I thought about you too,” she admitted, barely above a hush. More than she should have. More than she wanted to. But admitting that meant something, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to face what that was. It screamed at her, little did she know it was mutual annoyance. That nagging to just face what was happening, like taking the sun away from a blooming flower. Forcing the petals to stay shut. She swallowed hard, gripping your waist just a little tighter.

“No, Abs… like, really missed you.” You sighed, pressing a small kiss to her shoulder before leaning back to meet her eyes. “Like more… than I should.”

Abby’s heart thumped at your words. She averted her gaze, trying to shove down the overwhelming feeling creeping up her throat. But when she felt your lips against her skin, her resolve broke. She looked at you then. really looked at you. That look you’d always given her whether you knew you were doing it or not. Your face, so open, so…unguarded. A expression she hadn’t yet memorized.

“More than you should?” she echoed, voice barely above a whisper.

You sighed, tilting your head back to stare at the ceiling. A thousand words wanted to spill but the only one you let fall was..

“Yeah.”

A long silence stretched between you, those heavy with unspoken words.

The warm of her fingers traced slow invisible patterns along your waist, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions she didn’t know how to name. Or if she should. She took a deep breath, exhaling shakily before finally admitting, “I… I’ve missed you too. More than I should.”

You glanced back down at her, a small sigh of relief escaping your lips. “Not just me then?” you murmured, resting your forehead against hers, feeling the warmth of her breath against your skin.“Good… I feel better about that.”

Abby closed her eyes, savoring the weight of you against her, the way your fingers danced along her arm like this was something much more. “No, not just you,” she murmured, her voice softer now. She opened her eyes, searching your face for something. reassurance, maybe. A sign that this wasn’t just in her head.

You chuckled, running a hand along her arm. “I mean, you are so cute. How could I not think about your stupid face?”

Abby let out a short laugh, swatting at your arm. The tension eased just slightly. “Oh, you’re one to talk, Miss ’Too Busy to Check In,’” she teased.

“Oh, shut up! Now I’ll find you every day just to spite you. How’s that?” You grinned, tilting her face up once more, Faces much closer than before.

Abby huffed, pretending to be put off, but her heart was hammering against her ribs. “You better. I’ll be waiting for it. Every single time. No pressure, though.” She smiled, raising an eyebrow at you as your hands cupped her face. “Oh? And what else? Gonna bring me flowers too?”

You scoffed, arching a brow back at her. “Oh? What kind of flowers would Miss Anderson want?”

She pretended to think about it, tapping her chin before grinning. “Lilies. The white ones.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Lilies? That’s real romantic, Abby.” you hummed. “But I like the idea. It’s a deal then. ilies for your time.”

Abby chuckled, playfully swatting your arm. “Oh, so now it’s a trade? Fine, You’ve got yourself a deal.” Her fingers idly traced the back of your neck as she softened, her gaze stamped on yours.

“Good. You don’t have a choice anyway.” You leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. “Now, can I kiss you, or are we just gonna flirt until the sun comes up?”

Abby pretended to think about it, her fingers still playing with the hem of your shirt. “Hmm… such a hard choice.” She whispered back, but the hunger in her eyes betrayed her.

“I think I’ll go with option one. C’mere.”

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I can’t stop thinking about abby and her hands.

The feeling of them grabbing at your hips as she hugs you from behind. The way they’d slowly inch around to pull you into a full reverse embrace, putting more pressure into your sides as she squeezed the life out of you.

How small everyday objects looked when she was holding them. A soda can looked like a child’s toy when she had her large hands wrapped around it. Pens and pencils were always hidden when she held them because her muscular hands engulfed them.

How the skin of her palms were hardened and always sent shivers up your spine when she would put her hand to your cheek or wrap a hand around your throat while kissing.

Her finger tips were slightly rough as well but way softer in comparison to her palms. Her nails were well kept and she (modern abby) would always have them painted in a shade of beautiful crimson or black. Always clipped and filed as well, never a hangnail in sight. The dark colors on her nails always made you smile when you caught a glimpse of them while holding hands.

The way those same fingers would drag up your thighs, tracing playful patterns over them as she looked into your eyes and captured your soul. She was so gorgeous her face almost always distracted you from her reaching into your pants and gliding her hands around to your ass. She always loved to dig her fingers in the bare plushness of your skin to remember how soft your body was down there.

You could always tell after she worked out because the veins in her hands were always raging through her reddened skin. You’d always offer her a hand massage each time she’d come home with sore hands. Scrubbing her with sweet smelling sugar scrubs as you worked away at her aches trying to relieve your girlfriend of her pain.

Abby’s hands were crafted by themselves gods I believe (maybe it was the profit :0 )

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okay i have never posted any writing before anywhere ever but i love abby and i wanted to write something about her😭 i really hope it’s decent <3

[r3starttt]

✶ꞌꞋ 𓏸𓈒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝕶𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⠀ˑ ⋆ ͡꒱ ۫⠀

ABBY ANDERSON

[ SERIES & COLLECTIONS ]

. ִ . ،  K!NKTOBER This is a series of short blurbs-drabbles-one shots that contain explicit sexual content and potentially triggering themes.

01 BREEDING feat. dom! abby

02 FACE SITTING feat. dom! abby

03 GHOSTFACE feat. dom! abby

04 BONDAGE feat. sub! abby

05 BLADDER CONTROL

06 FULL MOON feat. werewolf! R

07 VAMPIRE feat. ellabs

08 JENNIFER'S BODY

. ִ. ،  CAM - GIRL ; Abby & reader being oh so filthy in bed!

01 abby feat. dildo

02 abby feat. wand

. ִ. ،  CALL ME BY YOUR NAME ; In the summer of 1983, in northern Italy, you and your family spend a holiday with Abby, a young doctoral student that’s trying to learn from your mother.

▍M. list

[ HC'S ]

rockstar

life in the wlf base

cowgirl

strong reader

doctor

domestic life

fluff

modern au

ceo

influencer

[ BLURBS & DRABBLES ]

. ִ. ، NSFW

PUT AWAY THE PRIDE; bsf! Abby feat. comphet. cheating. hate sex. finger sucking. fingering. scissoring. praise kink.

STREET RACER; Abby feat. car sex. finger sucking. fingering. hair tugging.

YOUR WOMAN; lawyer! Abby feat. thigh riding. spanking.

MESSY; Abby feat. messy make out session.

AFTER WORK; Abby feat. fingering. oral.

DRUG DEALER;

01 abby feat. her fem gf

02 abby feat. jealous sex

SUB! ABBY;

01 abby feat. sugar mommy

02 abby feat. strap

. ִ. ، SFW

STOCKINGS ; Abby feat. celebrating christmas in your own little house. lev mention.

LADY OF MERCY ; Abby feat. religious guilt. internalized homophobia. suggestive. womp²

GOOD LUCK, BABE! ; Abby feat. comphet womp womp

MAKE IT UP TO ME ; drummer Abby feat. the girl she has to take on another date.

ON YOUR SIDE ; blue collar! Abby feat. comfort after work.

VELVET RING ; Abby feat. shower comfort.

BOOKWORM ; Abby feat. reading for you and explaining the complex of her books.

WARMTH ; Abby feat. comforting insecure reader.

FOOLISH ; Abby being in love with her roommate.

ZINNIA ; Abby feat. bsf who spilled her drunk thoughts.

STRESS ; Abby feat. comforting her stressed girl after a long week.

SICK READER;

01 abby feat. comfort

02 abby feat. cuddling

03 abby feat. hc's

[meganegatari]

tis impulsive thought dump time once again. currently thinking about hugging abby...no warnings just fluffy fluffiness! enjoy, my loves. ugh what i would give for just one cuddle from abby...

oh she'd be so warm. just a human heater. whenever you were feeling a little cold, maybe it was the dead of winter and the cold got in your house, abby—being her caring, observant sweetie pie, cutie fuckin' patootie self—she'd notice you shivering. and she wouldn't even ask, just scooch over and scoop you up in her arms, her warmth enveloping you whole like a blanket, only softer and more soothing than any cloth ever made.

"feeling better?" she mumbles, her voice almost as warm as her. you nod, further, burying your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. her strong grip on you tightens, big hands rubbing slow circles on your back, then settling, one on the nape of your neck, the other on your waist, to pull you closer to her. you were even starting to get sleepy, being in her presence just had that healing effect on you, you didn't ever wish to leave her arms.

you breathe deeply, relaxing into her form as if you were putty being put in the microwave. (stupid analogy ik but walk with me-). she was so warm in fact, being this close to her for so long would cause you to start overheating, but you could not will yourself to move away—she didn't even know how comfortable she was, this teddy-bear of a woman.

soon enough, as always, you feel your eyelids start to droop, the drowsiness overtaking you. abby senses the change in your breathing and just leans back on the couch or wherever you two were entangled, and shifts to make you more comfortable. "sleep, i gotchu." she whispers in your ear, pressing kisses all over your face and the top of your head—you'd never felt a touch so tender. when you sit up briefly to get more comfortable, she catches your face and kisses the tip of your nose, before allowing you to use her as a bed, whether there was a size difference between the two of you or not, you two always make it work.

she also starts humming while she's stroking your hair, the combination lulling you into the deep embrace of sleep within record time. and of course, she doesn't move a single muscle until you've awoken, terrified the tiniest featherlight movement would disturb you. when you wake up, all bleary eyed yet calm, "how long was i asleep...sorry for trapping you like this abs." you say with a chuckle, sheepishly wondering if all her joints locked up. even if they did, she'd never say so. "doesn't matter, you okay? let's go to bed."

and with that you transition to a horizontal position, still cuddled up closer than ever. abby being abby, she insists to be big spoon no matter what, scoffing at any explanations or excuses you'd try to throw her way for a change, "i don't know what you mean by that. last time i checked, height was never a rule for how you should cuddle. you're being silly." she pulls you close, flush against her front, draping heavy arms over your side, inhaling deeply herself. "alright, g'night babe."

[ashlynlovestlou]

it's kind of an old trend but i wanna do that thing where you walk up to ur bf/gf while they're doing something g like playing a video game or at a desk and straddling them and sitting on their lap for a hug and seeing what they do with abby:( she'd be so welcoming and ask if you were okay and give you the tightest squeeze!!! could you maybe write something with this? if not that's okay lovely !

this is so cute! i will absolutely write this. (i'm sorry it's so short)

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i can imagine gamer! abby sitting at her desk playing whatever game she's playing (i'll leave that up to your imagination). usually she spends her friday and saturday nights playing on her PC. except for the nights when you were with her. except for this one. she had just unlocked a new level that she was dying to play, and of course she felt awful when she asked if she could play while you were at her apartment. you just loved seeing your baby happy.

so that's how you ended up here; laying on abby's bed while her back is to you, her eyes and mind fixated on the computer screen in front of her. she was locked in, veiny hands and thick fingers prodding at the controller. her nose is scrunched and her eyebrows are fluffed up, intensely focused.

being bored while she plays, you'd seen the tiktok trend where people would sit on their partners lap and film their reaction, and you wanted to try.

so you shuffle out of her bed, leaving the warm sheets to trot over to her side. when you enter her peripheral she doesn't bat an eye, just staring at the screen. you shimmy in between her and the desk, putting your legs in each of the holes under the armrests.

you half expect her to get mad at you for interrupting her game time, but she doesn't. abby sits back in surprise, holding her controller in one hand as you situate yourself on her beefy thighs. she leans back to take you in, pressing pause on her controller.

"whats wrong, baby girl?" she coos, "you okay?"

you nod, burying your nose into the crook of her shoulder. she sits still for a moment, her heart beating in sync with yours. until she wraps her arms around your lower back, warm hands splaying across the expanse of your shirt. her warmth radiates through the material and you hum contently.

she kisses your forehead, setting the controller down and resting her chin on your shoulder, "want me to take a break?"

you chuckle, curling into her warmth some more, "it's okay. i just wanted to see how you'd react."

she rolls her eyes, chuckling by herself before picking up her controller again, "you're lucky i love you."

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ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི’ Streamer!Ellie

warnings || none !!

lower case intended

{ I LOVE streamer els :’( }

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who's set up is either a really shitty web cam or top tier. Either way she def takes pride in it !

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who watches shitty reality tv shows on stream and her reactions to the scenes def had a part of her blowing up.

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✮ streamer!ellie ' was really insecure when she was just starting out streaming , like poor baby would tape up her camera up in fear it would randomly turn on ;((

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who after hitting a milestone finally did a face reveal and was shaking in her boots.

She was just yapping to yap lwky.. because of how nervous she is

"So chat are we perhaps rocking with my outfit !"

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who fucks around with her soundboard way to much ..

like baby be pushing buttons at the wrong time

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who be fighting with her viewers sometimes..

'@elliesbigfatlefttoe - Ellie why can I SEE your armpit hair peaking out bae..'

SHE SNAPS BACK SOO QUICK

"BIG FAT WHAT? .. The fuck come bite it off for me then weirdo"

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who plays a variety of games from Minecraft , Valorant , Roblox , Fortnite [ she gets called dog water by random 10 year olds.. (╥﹏╥) ] a bunch of random horror games and some rpg games.

She also does chill talking streams & random reaction videos.

LMAO SHE DEF READS FANFICS ABT HERSELFF

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who EATS on fashion famous

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✮ streamer!ellie ' gets herself into random ass twitter beef and just takes all the roast she gets by 10 year old arianators..

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✮ streamer!ellie ' is really just a big loser

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who after she blew up needed to introduce you to her stream , or at least make it known shes MARRIED.

ellie randomly drops the gf bomb on everyone on a random thursday stream outta no where..

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It was a pretty chill just chatting stream

when ellie started to give her viewers a ring tour. the pads of her fingers brushed against a certain ring on her left hand . a smirk could be seen adoring ellie's face while she slipped it off and tried to be a lil beauty guru showing the ring off.

up close in action shots as she called it..

"It's a promise ring with the wifey you know !" she said with pride forming inside her chest and a smile falling on her face.

Tik tok and wlw twitter sighed that day..

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who soft launches you and your identity.

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who loves when you sit in her streaming room with her ! although she tends to get a bit shy knowing your presence is there

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who talks the most shit with you about petty drama in her community ..

"babe you'll never guess who got cancelled .."

before you could even open up your lips to ask her what happened she cut you off in an instant

"bro that dyke abigail , her ex came forward saying she gave her fucking chlamydia.. goodness dirty ass bitch"

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who loves the way you love her. she can't ever seem to really wrap her mind around the fact that you've really stuck around with her for this long!

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who is wife !!

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Hii bbys I acc had sm fun writing this ! soo again maybe part two ?

Again requests are wide open so pls send some !!

ILYSMM and TYSM for reading !! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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daily click for Palestine !!

from the river to the sea Palestine WILL be free!! 🍉

[mystellenia]

skin to skin with abby… save me… save me skin to skin with abby…

[wingedhallows]

hey!!!!! i wanted to request something a little light and cute and fluffy. my request is abby attempting to do your makeup bc she claims it’s “so easy” bc she’s seen you do your makeup routine so many times. your writing is just so impeccable 🤌🤌🤌 and fucking amazing just make it your own and add your own little details if you’d like. but you for sure have to add a scene where abby is just so focused and concentrated on not messing up bc she also claims she’s a “perfectionist.”

— TOO CONFIDENT FOR HER OWN GOOD —

— ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ pairing : abby anderson x reader / 1.8k words — ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ plot: When Abby claims she can do makeup just as well as you—if not better—you decide to let her prove it. Confident as ever, she takes on the challenge… only to realize she might be in way over her head. What starts as a simple dare quickly spirals into a hilarious mess of streaky foundation, clumpy mascara, and one very questionable technique. But as the laughter fills the room, it becomes clear—this isn’t just about makeup. It’s about love, trust, and finding joy in the little moments, even when things go horribly wrong. — ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ authors note: hi! i had so much fun writing this! i hope it's what you asked for and that you like it. send me more requests, this was such fun :)

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“What’s that for?” Abby nods toward the headband you’ve just slipped on, her brows raised in curiosity. There’s a knowing glint in your eyes as you catch her gaze, a small, teasing smile tugging at your lips. She’s far too confident for her own good.

“To keep my hair out of my face,” you reply, voice laced with amusement. The answer is obvious, but you can’t resist playing along.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “I knew that,” she grumbles, and you can tell—just by the slight crease in her brow—that she’s a little embarrassed.

You settle onto the bed in front of her, your makeup spread out between you like an artist’s palette waiting to be used. The thing is, Abby had boldly claimed she could do your makeup just as well as you—if not better—because she had watched you do it sooo many times.

But you know your girlfriend. Abby is stubborn, maybe a little too self-assured at times, and you couldn’t resist challenging her. You dared her to put her skills to the test, and now here you are—your face bare, waiting to be transformed, while Abby sits across from you, staring down at the array of products as if they were some kind of ancient puzzle she suddenly regrets trying to solve.

“Just start with the base,” you encourage, trying to stifle a laugh. Your voice is light, teasing, but you can’t help the warmth in your tone.

She huffs, determined, even as uncertainty flickers in her eyes. She has no idea what she’s doing—but she won’t back down now.

And honestly, you wouldn’t want her to.

You point toward a beige bottle—foundation. “Start with that.”

You don’t offer any more guidance, and you know she won’t ask. Abby is far too proud to read the label, too stubborn to admit she has no idea what she’s doing.

She just nods, feigning confidence as she picks up the bottle. Then her hand hovers over the array of brushes, her fingers ghosting over them uncertainly. For the first time, her eyes flicker to yours, a silent question lingering there.

You bite back a smile and give her a small nod—yes, that’s the right brush. She grabs it, her expression shifting back to one of determination.

But then, to your horror, she squeezes a few drops of foundation directly onto the brush.

Your eyebrows lift slightly. The brush? Jesus…

But you don’t say a word. You just watch. Let her figure it out.

Abby leans in, one hand settling firmly on your thigh. She’d probably claim it’s for balance, but you know better. This is just an excuse to touch you—Abby never misses an opportunity.

You hold still as she begins dabbing the brush against your cheeks, stroking it over your skin in broad, uneven swipes. The pressure is uneven, the strokes unpolished, and you know it’s going to leave streaks.

But you don’t comment.

Not yet, at least.

You feel the brush glide over your cheeks, your chin, your nose—she’s covering all the necessary spots. Well, almost all. She’ll get my forehead too, right?

…Yeah, no.

She moves on, completely skipping over it, leaving your forehead a bare, foundation-less island in the middle of an otherwise blended sea. Great.

You catch the subtle twitch of her brow, a tiny crack in her overconfidence, as if a thought finally nudges its way into her head: This doesn’t look quite right.

You take a slow, deep breath. Good Lord, help us.

Abby sets the brush and foundation down, her expression hardening in concentration. You can practically see the gears turning in her head, grinding so hard you half expect steam to puff out of her ears.

You bite your lip, trying—really trying—not to laugh. But she catches the amusement dancing in your eyes and immediately shoots you a glare.

“Shut up,” she hisses, but there’s no real heat in her voice.

A soft chuckle slips past your lips. “I didn’t even say anything.”

She scowls, picking up the concealer bottle with newfound determination. “Yeah, well, I can practically hear you taunting me in here.” She taps her finger against your forehead pointedly.

That does it—you laugh, reaching up to tangle your fingers with hers. “I would never taunt you, my sweet, lovely girlfriend.”

She rolls her eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t get stuck.

Then, without hesitation, she dabs a little concealer under your eyes. You wait for her to grab the brush you always use for blending, but instead, she goes rogue.

With her fingers.

Her damn fingers.

You fight the urge to cringe as she smears the concealer across your skin, rubbing it in like she’s applying sunscreen at the beach.

At this point, you’re sure you’ll end up looking nothing short of a full-blown circus clown. But honestly? Watching Abby wrestle with makeup like it’s an enemy she refuses to lose to?

Totally worth it.

"Alright... the eye thing now," Abby mutters to herself, squinting at the array of makeup products like they might suddenly arrange themselves into a tutorial.

You cock an eyebrow, amused. "Eye thing—do you mean lashes, love?"

Her gaze flickers to yours, and instantly, her expression sours. It’s the same look she gives when she spots a spider and desperately needs you to deal with it.

"Absolutely not." She scoffs, shaking her head as she wipes her fingers on a makeup wipe—because, somehow, you're still processing the fact that she applied your concealer with her damn fingers.

"So... mascara?" you ask, tilting your head.

"Ah, yeah—mascara." She nods with confidence and reaches for a tube... except, it’s not mascara.

"Baby, that’s lash glue."

Her head snaps toward you, eyes widening, and a faint blush creeps over the apples of her cheeks. That’s what not reading labels gets her.

"I knew that," she huffs, clearly flustered. "I was just... checking." Her voice dips lower, as if embarrassment alone might make her invisible.

She hurriedly sets the lash glue down, this time taking a moment to actually read the labels before picking up the right tube. Small victories.

Abby unscrews the mascara, but as she leans in, she hesitates. In her head, this is a high-risk operation. One wrong move, and she’s convinced she’ll be the reason you go blind.

She exhales slowly, steadying herself, but her shoulders remain tense. Meanwhile, you simply smile at her, soft and encouraging, before tilting your chin up and looking at the ceiling—your silent way of saying, You got this, baby.

Abby swallows, carefully bringing the wand to your lashes, holding her breath as if that alone will keep her hands from shaking. She moves with the concentration of someone defusing a bomb, praying she won’t stab you in the eye.

And honestly? You’re praying too.

Somehow—miraculously—Abby manages to apply the mascara without stabbing you in the eye, and you silently thank every god who might be listening.

She sets the tube down with a sense of finality, then suddenly—

“All done.”

You blink. Slowly.

…All done?

You take a second to process this. No powder, no eyeliner, no blush—nothing but foundation (patchy), concealer (questionable), and mascara (a crime against lashes). You’re sure you look like a half-finished painting.

But then, you see it. The flicker of uncertainty in her expression. The way her confidence wavers just slightly before she schools her features. She knows.

She clears her throat, her gaze darting away from yours like she can avoid the inevitable.

“I… guess you were right,” she admits, her voice quieter, tinged with reluctant defeat.

Your chest tightens a little because, honestly? Seeing her like this—actually admitting she might not be great at something—is worse than whatever mess is currently on your face.

“I did a shitty job.” She exhales, brushing a few stray hairs from her face, her throat bobbing as she swallows.

You offer her a reassuring smile. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

Then, before she can react, you get to your feet and move toward the vanity.

Instant regret.

Her body tenses, alarm flashing in her eyes. No, no, no—abort mission! But before she can launch herself across the room and physically stop you, before she can wrap her arms around your waist and haul you away from the mirror—

It’s too late.

You’re already staring at your reflection.

And oh. Oh, God.

Abby stands slightly behind you, her heart pounding so hard she swears it might just leap straight out of her chest.

Your foundation? Streaky. The concealer? Blotchy, with distinct smudges where her fingertips had worked it in like a moisturizer. The mascara? So thick and clumpy it looks like it’s actively plotting your downfall.

And the worst part? The tiny smudges in the corners of your eyes, where the mascara shouldn’t be.

It’s bad.

It’s really bad.

You meet Abby’s gaze in the mirror. She looks… devastated.

And despite everything, despite looking like a sleep-deprived ghost, you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

“I… umh… it’s not that bad.” You try—really try—not to laugh.

Abby stands behind you like a statue, her expression frozen somewhere between dread and sheer embarrassment. You can feel her panic radiating off her, but the moment your eyes flicker back to your reflection, the sheer horror of it nearly sends you over the edge.

The foundation is streaky, the concealer is uneven, and the mascara—dear God—is clumpy enough to make you look like you just survived a hurricane. You press your lips together, struggling, desperately trying to hold it in.

Then—

“It’s horrible,” Abby mutters, voice thick with shame.

And that’s it. That’s what breaks the dam.

Laughter bursts out of you, sharp and sudden, your body doubling over as you grip the vanity for support. It’s not even just a giggle—it’s full-blown, stomach-clenching, can’t-breathe laughter.

Abby watches you, stiff at first, but then—when she realizes you’re not laughing at her, but at yourself, at the ridiculousness of it all—her embarrassment melts away.

She cracks.

Then she cackles.

And suddenly, the two of you are howling like a couple of grandmas at bingo night, gasping for air between fits of laughter.

“I look like a damn ghost!” you wheeze between gasps, gesturing wildly at your reflection.

Abby’s laughing so hard she has to clutch her stomach, her whole body shaking as she bends over like some dad at a backyard barbecue. “I tried my best!” she chokes out, her voice barely holding together.

It takes a solid minute before the laughter dies down, leaving both of you breathless. You brace yourself against the vanity, wiping at your eyes as you finally catch your breath.

“If you ever claim to be better at my stuff again, I swear I’m kicking your ass,” you say, grinning at her through the mirror. The sheer sight of your disaster of a face has Abby giggling all over again.

“Yeah, yeah,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes as she heads back toward the bed—

But not before landing a solid smack to your ass.

The sharp slap echoes through the room, and you yelp, whipping around with wide eyes.

Abby just smirks. “That’s for laughing at me.”

The mischievous smirk she throws over her shoulder is all you see before she flops onto the mattress, absolutely pleased with herself.

[izzy3clipse]

thinking about abby coming home from work and finding you passed out on the couch. you’ve had a long day but still wanted to be there when she arrived. when she opened the door she smiled to herself at your sight, as she quietly took her shoes off and set her stuff down. you only had your underwear and a shirt on, she walked over to you and admired your face, you looked so at peace. eventually she picked you up carefully and walked to your shared bedroom. halfway through you woke up with a smile on your face realizing the situation you were in. “hi” you say looking up at her. abby in her work clothes made you weak on the knees, good thing she was carrying you. “hey baby” you kiss her neck gently and rest your head on her chest.

she sets you down on the bed and sits next to you. “how was work?” you ask yawning. abby chuckles at that “it was okay. how was your day?” “it was nice, but so tiring” “i noticed” abby says with a smile “it’s not even 9pm and you were passed out on the couch” her hand slid up and down your thigh gently. you chuckled “i wanted to wait for you” you say, explaining yourself “you’re the sweetest” she says genttng close to your face and connecting your lips for a few moments.

she pulls away “get some rest now” she says getting up and giving you a kiss on the forehead

UGHHH CANT STOP THINKING ABT THIS, I NEED HER SO BAD

[abbysgolf-club]

ABBY ANDERSON headcannons

TW :: NSFW and SFW hcs! body image mentioned, not proof read sorry chat... ❤️

Abby is always the big spoon, she loves feeling herself wrapped around you, the way your bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

Abby will always make sure you're comfortable during sex, giving you pillows, words of affirmation and making sure you're nothing but pleased the whole time. (although sometimes she'll be rough as fuck)

When you guys have an argument, she'll give you the best hate sex you've ever had, leaving you begging for more afterwards, pleading for her and telling her you're hers, she'll kick manny out of the dorm for this, telling him to "go sleep with the scientist chick again"

She's a good cook, and sometimes she'll cook but she loves the food you make for her so much more, even if it's terrible.

Abby likes chubby girls. She wants something to be able to grab onto. skull crushing thighs she can bury herself in for hours a night. stretch marks she can kiss and love.

No matter how much you bring yourself down about your weight Abby will compliment you like there's no tomorrow. She'll make sure you know your worth and you mean the world to her.

You guys have polar opposite music tastes, but she taught you to love deftones just how you taught her to love green day.

Sometimes youll look up at the stars together, in a comfortable silence, being grateful for eachother in the shitty, infected ridden world you live in.

[rhyrhy]

Child of a Seraphite

Cw: death, grief/guilt, TLOU universe, angst, Abby finds her way with parenthood! 3.k words, Longer read. Not fully proofread

What does it take to pull a woman out of a life fueled by vengeance? The answer: you, and a baby.

M.list

Present Day

The small room was coated in the soft, warm yellow glow of the worn window. That old jacket hung behind the wooden door. The only sounds were of gentle breathing and the faint rustle of sheets against clothed skin.

Little Lev slept peacefully, his tiny hand half clenched around the hem of Abby’s shirt. You lay propped on your elbow beside them, watching the scene unfold. It was precious, really. You, her, lev and the safety of this room. After everything, this felt like a dream. A small smile tugged at your lips as you took in Abby’s half-asleep face. Her head rested heavily on the pillow, her braid draped next to her. You couldn’t resist the urge to tease her.

“You know,” you whispered, careful not to wake lev, “he’s starting to look like you.”

Abby huffed out a sleepy laugh, her eyes still closed. “Oh yeah?” she whispered back. “You seeing a resemblance?”

“Twins. No doubt,” you replied, biting back a laugh. Knowing The three of you looked like you’d been plucked straight from a diversity ad. in the most endearing way possible, of course.

Abby chuckled under her breath, and draped an arm over her eyes. Eventually after some more sleepy snickers she shushed you. You both needed rest before tomorrow. Another day of this new normal you both found yourself tangled in.

Around One year ago

The WLF base was alive with its usual routine soldiers training, patrols heading out, and the familiar buzz of machinery echoing through the safety of the walls. You were in the middle of unloading supplies when some commotion started. You paid it no mind at first, you had your own task to do. Drama was the last thing you needed to be involved with.

When you heard it.

“Abby’s back!” a soldier shouted, running past you. The heavy steps growing faint as they disappeared from your line of sight.

Abby, You hadn’t seen her in god knows how long, not since she left to chase whispers of the Fireflies. The last time you saw her, you’d gotten into a huge fight. You two had this unspoken tension and then she suddenly announces that she’s leaving and has no idea when she’ll be back. It took Issac separating you two to end the discussion with no room for rebuttal. She was going, end of story. All you could do was hope for a safe return or just one at all.

You dropped the crate of supplies in your hands, heart pounding filling your ears as you turned to face the large gates. The thought of seeing her again, made you feel a mix of relieved and terrified.

she had been determined, revengeful, dead-set on her mission that she refused to explain too much of. And now?

There she was. Abby was here.

dirty and bloodied, trudging into the base with exhaustion in every footstep. Some familiar faces scrabbled over to help, looking like she was going to collapse face first onto grass below her tired feet. Those broad shoulders slumped, Your breath caught in the back of your throat as she stopped a few feet away. her eyes meeting yours for the first time in what seemed like forever.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything. You were glad she’s back, you were sorry for the fight, you were pissed that she left you with no hug or proper bye—you wanted to say a million things at once, to save time.

But all that was pushed to the side when you seen a tiny hand reach up out of the old jacket she was tightly clutching…swaddled?

Your voice was low, full of surprise as you stepped closer to her.

“Is that a…?”

Abby shifted on her sore feet, glancing down at the baby before looking back at you. “A baby” she said, almost breathless. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

And then it struck you—there was no one else with her. No backup, no team. Just Abby and the baby.

“Abby- Wh- …what the hell happened out there?” you asked, stepping closer, voice low so the growing crowd of onlookers couldn’t hear. Whispers already starting.

Abby glanced at the baby again, her jaw tightening. “It’s… it’s a long story.”

The ‘long story’

To say this journey’s outcome was the complete opposite of what Abby expected, is beyond an understatement.

Here she was, the same woman who can bench a little over two hundred pounds was captured. At the mercy of the cult the ‘wolves’ The WLF had been at war with. ‘Scars’ Seraphite’s. Hung suspended, her arms and wrists wrenched painfully behind her, the thick ropes cutting into the skin of her neck as she wiggled. Burning with each movement. Her breaths came in sharper gasps, blood trickling from the corner of the small cut on her lower abdomen. Her vision beginning to blur.

“Cut her down” Yara panted out, her back pressed against a large rock, wincing with every breath. Her other arm remained clenched tightly around an old, worn jacket, refusing to let it go even during chaos. The tussle was over now, Three of her ‘own’ now lay dead. Deserved, as it was them or who she was protecting.

“She’s one of them-“ The other scar, cross bow in hand protested.

“Just do it!” she commanded. “Demons are coming, hurry”

With a loud thud to the ground Abby ripped the noose off of her neck. Then quickly staggered to her feet, body on fire from being bound for so long. Small cut stinging on her lower stomach. However, before she could fully orient herself, the wounded young woman thrusted something into her arms. As she couldn’t with her now broken one. Holding it there firmly against her chest.

A baby.

Abby froze, staring down at the tiny, squirming bundle in disbelief. “What the hell—”

“It’s my brother,” Yara interrupted, her voice breaking as she turned to yank the axe of a dead body “We have to go. Now!”

The groups feet were moving faster than their minds, survival being the only thing on it.

But Unfortunately, for the wounded young woman, She’d have to make one last sacrificial effort to keep her brother alive.

Gunned down by wolves as a distraction for the safety of her brother, yara laid there. A sight Abby would never forget. But the one thing she would? The promise she made to now lifeless body. Her last words being…

“You Take him… take him to your people. Promise me, he lives.” Yara’s plea was barely above a whisper, eyes locked onto Abby’s.

And promise, she did.

The air was thick, mixed with the pit of devastation in Abby’s gut. The only thing keeping her moving was her feet. After Yara’s sacrifice, Abby alone with a crying baby that she couldn’t seem to soothe. had to now make her way back to Seattle. What the hell was happening. What the hell was she going to do with a baby. The baby of the cult who’d almost disemboweled her. The child of a scar.

With almost being bitten, annoying cries she couldn’t coo away, and the stench of a dirty make shift diaper Abby was beyond exhausted. This journey was seeming to be more than she could handle, But she had promised the woman who’d saved her life. It had been weeks but That lingering feeling of that rope around her neck sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine. Without yara and the other scar who’d gotten spilt up during the mess of escaping infected, she’d be hung.

Take him, protect him. She promised.

Revenge now taking a momentary backseat..but with that, bring the spawn of the enemy wasn’t going to blow over lightly. despite her reasoning and constant explanations tensions inside the walls rose. A faction within the WLF distrusts Abby for returning with a Seraphite child, now seeing her as a liability.

It was getting out of hand. Lips of other soldiers got looser than needed. However, you seemed to be a solace as she’d seek you out to rant about the growing conflict.

“I mean he’s a child for Christ sake!” “Leave him out to what, Die? Are they insane?!”

You could recite her words like a song at this point. Some days she wouldn’t even knock on your door, just opening it and leaning on it with her arms crossed tightly Across her chest. You would give her the green light to get it all out, and trust it poured out every time. The words were full of colorful language and most importantly hurt.

Those light arm pats and words of reassurance gave her more strength to stand her ground than she’d admit to you, not now anyway. Those looks that were held too long, her shoulder brushing against yours while sitting quite close, or the blush that crossed your face when she adjusted your hold on a weapon you were unfamiliar with. Occasional pillow talk of this farm you’d found, joking of how’d cute you’d look in overalls cleaning up the place. Came pouring back in with light flashes as two came back around each other more. Much more.

It started with you having a little more knowledge in this department, you found yourself doing the little things to help her out.

“Here, uh..try this” you said adjusting the child’s head in the crook of her arm to support his head.

The Light touches and small smiles became another silent reoccurrence. Along with taking lev for a few hours so she could rest. Falling into this oddly comforting position didn’t sway you away. She was asking you for help, she never did that before leaving. Everything was ‘I got it’ or ‘I’ll handle it myself’ but now things were miles different. Amongst this, typical Manny making a passing comment on how well you two coparented, made you both awkwardly laugh. Feeling the cracks from before begin to fill with this new experience.

Yes, You two still hadn’t spoken about where you stood before she left. You decided to choke it back, there was something much bigger now. Another life, innocent and blissfully aware of the cruel words being spat him and his saviors way.

Abby had a decision to make. And fast.

But how is she supposed to turn over this child who clearly was not better off. Yet, her loyalty being doubted was stinging just as equally.

Days blended together as the sky stormed along with Abby’s conflicting feelings.

A situation she’d never thought she’d find herself in, standing with her arm out over the child protectively. The heavy drumming of rain against the metal roof of the outpost and almost drowning out the muffled arguments behind the door. her jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

They wanted him gone.

“He’s a liability,” Isaac’s voice echoed in her ears. “We took you back, Abby. But that… that Seraphite child has no place here.” “If you wish to follow in Owen’s footsteps of betrayal you may do so, outside of these walls.”

They wanted her gone.

Her knuckles brushed her pants, fist clenched. Nails digging into her palm to control her temper.

Isaac’s words felt like they were carved deeper into her skin than any wound she’d gotten these past few months of travel. “You owe us, Abby. His presence is risking the people here, the people who took you in. You choose. Him or us.”

The ultimatum that felt like it had no right answer.

One night, Abby entered your room quietly. The soft click of the door woke you.

There she stood, teary eyed, cheeks stained and a look of defeat smacked on her face. Lev on her hip, had his small head rested on her chest, half awake. Belongings that were once in hand, now dropped next to her with a harsh thud.

before you could ask her what’s going on it came out with a choked sob, ramblings of the past few months and how it was all weighing on her.

You learned of her promise to yara, and you saw the hardened woman who was once full of stubbornness and hatred now a beaten down emotionally drained individual. Pleading for the universe to ease up on her. Tore between the walls that she once called home and failing the child she promised to keep safe, from a woman who now only a memory.

You’d stood frozen in place before embracing the broken woman who looked like her knees would buckle under her with the slightest gust of the wind.

When you pulled back looking at her and the small figure clinging onto her, that conversation washed over you, a lightbulb flickered on.

It was as nuts as it sounded but you asked her anyway.

Before she left the base

“…Like old McDonald?” Abby laughed, listening to you describe a farm you’d come across while traveling Wyoming before joining the base.

You asked her to imagine it. The grass, fresh air, and warm sun beaming down on her skin during the summer.

“Hey, I’m being serious! Give me a broom and hammer I’d make it sparkle. Swear” you joked, and continued to explain how’d you live on the land. Taking the skilled you’d learned to the new environment.

Abby felt a pang of warm air pass over her seeing you in hopes of finding a more peaceful and quiet life. She agreed, but debated with finding the comfort of routine at the base. Losing herself in the conversation. Loving how you seemed to have an answer for almost every rebuttal she threw out.

And now a year later, you asking her if she’d be willing to take this shot in the dark. Making it a reality.

With you. Now.

After a few more days of preparation, she placed one foot outside the gates of base. Looking over her shoulder to the familiar faces she’d once found comfort in only to met with cold gazes because of the small hand she promised to hold. To keep alive.

A few nights before

A heavy sigh echoed as Abby carefully folded small clothes into a not too heavy duffel bag. Uncertainty hung in the air. Was this really what she wanted?

Manny leaned against the doorframe, watching his friend prepare to make a decision that wouldn’t just shift her life but his too.

“You’re really doing this, huh, amiga?”

“I am” she said dryly.

After a few more beats of tense silence weighted between them, He stepped into the room, handing over a small stuffed animal from behind his back. A worn elephant plushie came into her vision, a farewell gift. What a sweetheart he was. Her shoulders eased and she let herself actually talk to him.

Manny softened, leaning down to zip up one of the bags. “Abs, I get it. Just… you better come back if this whole farm thing doesn’t work out. You’ll be missed here. Despite the bullshit, you will”

Abby paused, taking the plushie from his hand, gently packing it away. “Thanks, Manny. For everything.”

“No need to get mushy, not your style” he said with smile. “And , if you ever need a babysitter…you know where to find me.”

“Mhm… I’ll send a postcard, yeah?” She replied jokingly feeling a small weight be lifted.

“Yeah” he repeated and gave her a small ‘you got this’ back pat.

As her other foot stepped outside the gates, she pushed any uncertainty down. She was keeping her promise, for yara…

For herself,

For lev.

The first night settled in Wyoming

Lev, feeling restless had cry’s bouncing off the wooden walls of the semi empty room. Abby sprung awake, heavy breathing as it startled her. With a heavy groan, she made her way over to try and hush the child. After no avail, you felt a small shake on your leg. On the make shift bed that was surprisingly comfortable for the time being.

“Your turn” Abby said with a pout.

You shift in the blankets, taking a moment to take in the image of this hardened soldier, hair a mess, half asleep, holding a baby out to you.

The sight never failed to make your heart swell. A beautiful sliverlining in this world which showed no mercy. A hand slowly made it way to cover your mouth.

Abby tilted her head in confusion, then a small smile crept on the corner of her lips.

“Oh this is funny to you?”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, she followed suit after a halfhearted eyeroll. Yeah, Moments like this were definitely the sweet after the sour. Moments like this, reminded her of the tough decision she’d made. Feet sore, eyes heavy, but a smile on her face.

And you’d be damned if you thought she wouldn’t choose it all over again.

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Note: the idea of baby lev was too cute not to write! It doesn't follow the original story but idk I like this version! And yes I brought out the farm! Abby deserves the peaceful life too! Me writing a happy ending for once Any typos will be fixed LMAO

Thank you for reading!! 💐

[dollinrehab]

PART 1 HERE PART 3 HERE

Summary: Abby doesn't want something serious. You won't let her fuck you and give you nothing in exchange, will you?

CW: Just a little smut under the cut (mdni or just skip the italics part), r! is afab, dacryphilia if you squint, strap use (r! receiving), r! is kind of a manipulator.

Her dick slipped in and out of you relentlessly as you chanted her name, tears falling from your eyes from how good it felt.

"You like this?" She asked in your ear. The knot building in your stomach felt heavy, like a tub of ice cream. Her voice was sweet as caramel. Her panting was the cherry on top.

"Y-yeeahh." You managed to mutter out, your voice high-pitched. "M' gonna..."

"Come on, give it to me, baby." She commanded, and you instantly came. You were incredibly wet that night, so wet that you squirted all over Abby's strap, screaming louder than ever.

After some minutes you spent going to the bathroom, taking a pee, putting on some of Abby's T-shirts with no panties and washing your face, you came back to her bed where she waited for you, in short pajamas. You climbed onto her like a koala, wrapping your arms around her neck and your legs around one of hers. Some minutes passed while she just caressed your hair and you kissed her neck until you pulled back a little to look at her in the eye.

"Abby, will we be something?"

"Listen, I know you want this to be serious." She affirmed cautiously. You hadn't knew her for too long, so trying to guess what would she say next was practically impossible.

One way or another, you were afraid of what she would say next. Maybe she didn't like you? You didn't want her to go after spending a whole month with her and staying at her place at least twice a week.

"Mhm."

"But I don't think I can handle it. I'm too busy with work, and you know that." She excused herself, the guilt in her almost palpable as each word felt like a punch to your gut.

"So you just wanted to use me and throw me away like a broken toy?" Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you blinked rapidly.

"No, no, no, baby, listen." She seemed to instantly regret her choice of words and sat up too.

"Listen what? I don't want you to fuck me when you're free." You yelled at her, cracking your voice in purpose at the end of your sentence.

"We can have something casual if you want. But right now I'm really busy to-" The tears kept coming out of your eyes.

"No, I don't want to." Your voice came out of your mouth more high-pitched than usual and, honestly, it sounded like this was the worst day of your life.

"What if I pay you?"

"What?" You weren't sure you heard it well. This was kind of your goal, but you didn't expect her to offer it so easily. Plus, you wanted a rich girlfriend, not to be pampered like a whore.

"I'll pay you. Like a sugar baby. I won't be using you, I'll be giving you something in exchange." You acted like you had just started considering her offer.

"How much are we talking about?" You asked, still not convinced.

"Four thousands a month plus dates and gifts." Fine, this could work.

"You think that's enough for me after literally breaking my heart?" You asked coldly. You didn't feel exactly great using her this way, but you needed the money, didn't you? And, she in fact broke your heart

"Six thousands." You sighed and furrowed your eyebrows, pretending to be mad at her even if you were enchanted with the idea, and laid down next to her with crossed arms, facing the ceiling.

"I have some rules."

"Tell me."

"First, you can't be with someone else or I'll rip my eyes out of my head and kill myself in your front door step."

"Did you need to be that extreme?" She asked with a disbelief smirk.

"It's just so you remember it well." You smiled. "Second, you have to pretend you're my girlfriend in front of everyone. Everyone. And act like my girlfriend."

"I can do that."

"And third, don't treat me like a slut because I'm not one."

"I have the feeling you've done this lots of times before." She said with suspicion.

"Third rule." You reminded her in a warning tone.

"I didn't mean it in that way."

"Sure." You rolled your eyes and turned your back to her. She pulled you close to her, wrapping her big arms around your waist and forcing you to be the little spoon. "Hey!" You giggled.

"You shouldn't stay mad at me. It doesn't suit you."

"Fine, fine." You let yourself smile for once, wiping your tears.

"We'll go shopping tomorrow, okay?"

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[r3starttt]

STOCKINGS

PAIRING: Abby x Reader

SUMMARY: You made her a stocking

CW: tlou universe. sfw. fluff. lev included!! cs Abby is such a boy mom and ughh cute.

NOTE: For this fic Abby did not try to go and look for the fireflies again so the last fight with Ellie did not happen.

*Can you tell I love acts of service... can you tell I wrote this while listening to music for indigo...

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The cold floor hit your bare feet as you tiptoed your way toward a small chair near the bed, reaching for an old hoodie to shield yourself from the chill. Abby was still asleep, her steady breathing and quiet snoring letting you know she was deeply wrapped in the comfort of her cocoon. You didn’t have much time, though—she would wake the second the bed grew too cold and her arm could no longer find you, desperately pulling you closer to warm herself.

She lay on her stomach, one arm draped across the mattress, reaching into the warmth you’d left behind. The white sheet beneath her, its soft folds matching the pine-green ones above, held her gently. Loose strands of hair from her thick braid fell against the sides of her face, barely brushing her skin with each soft exhale. Her eyebrows, usually so bold, were peacefully soft, and her lips—plump and rosy—mirrored the flush of her cheeks. You couldn’t resist leaving a soft kiss near her ear, a gentle touch before you left the room.

Each step toward the door made you regret not putting on socks last night—maybe Abby’s old slippers would do. With your steps now messy and hesitant, you made your way downstairs. The worn wood creaked slightly beneath you, the house itself groaning in the quiet of the morning.

You had eventually made yourselves comfortable in this small house nestled in the heart of the woods, large enough for the three of you—Abby, Lev, and yourself. Together, you had worked tirelessly to make it a safe and secure place, not just from the infected, but from other, more dangerous people. You had made it a home.

You ensured that everyone felt welcome, particularly Lev. You took every opportunity to talk with him, to teach him what he hadn’t yet learned, and to share the things you loved—books, music, art—while helping him discover his own interests. And with Abby, your love deepened with every day she returned from her small patrols, always bringing back something for Lev—a plushie or a trinket—and for you, perhaps a new vinyl to play. She would ask you to show her the record, and later, you would listen together, the soothing classical music filling the house while you shared a quiet dinner.

As the months passed and your future materialized in the present, you found yourself gathering small gifts. It would be Lev’s first holiday, and Abby’s too, at least with you. The first time you would all celebrate Christmas together. You wanted it to be special, a way of thanking them for everything they had done for you. All the words Lev had shared when he realized you were just as broken as he was, and how, despite it all, he allowed you into his life. And Abby—your way of giving her the love she had always shown you, in the form of the most precious gift.

You knew Abby would appreciate it—celebrating the season was something she had learned from her father. She had told you once that receiving a gift was the way she could feel loved, a reminder that she was not a monster. And you wanted to show her that—wanted to remind her that she was seen, that she was loved, and that you all had each other.

Since the weather had turned colder, you’d offered to join in the patrols, even begging Abby to let you go outside. She always insisted it was too dangerous, but you knew you could take care of yourself, and somehow, you managed to sneak out on occasion. You gathered small things—some fabric, trinkets, and a few essentials. And when Abby took Lev to care for the animals you’d gathered, or when she napped after lunch, you’d use your quiet time to craft their gifts.

It wasn’t too difficult, given that they were often busy—Abby tending to the animals or decorating the little pine tree you’d dragged home from the nearby woods, with Abby’s approval, of course. You had to be careful, though, not to trust too easily that they would be distracted. But it worked.

The sight before you made your stomach flutter, like a child eager with excitement. Three stockings hung from the mantle, each chosen with care—yours in the middle. Beneath the homemade tree, a few gifts waited for everyone—unwrapped, because there wasn’t enough paper, but neatly arranged, placed with care just as the stockings were.

The next task was to light the fire, to warm the house and prepare breakfast, just as you had for months. It was small, but it had become part of your routine—after all, lunch and dinner were a family affair, something you all shared.

Once the food was ready, you made your way upstairs. The light from the cloudy sun streamed through the windows, warming the house with its yellow hues. You returned to the bed, noting that Abby was still asleep—though not for long, it seemed, as her lips were slightly parted and her breathing had shifted into quiet mumbling. You sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand and brushing the stray hairs from her face before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Abby... Abs—baby?" you murmured, tracing soft circles on her back, the rhythm calming her as her mumbling slowed.

"Abby..."

Her eyes opened slowly, clearly disoriented by the nightmare and the sudden waking, but you were quick to soothe her. "Shh, I’m here... It’s alright. You were dreaming."

She grasped your hand, groaning quietly before turning to face you, her face flushed with the softness of sleep, her lips plump and cheeks full. The sight made you smile, warmth blooming in your chest.

"Merry Christmas," she murmured, trying to pull you back into bed.

You chuckled softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Not yet..."

She rolled her eyes, laughing softly. "Is Lev awake yet?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep as she rubbed her eyes.

"I haven’t checked, but... probably not," you hummed in response, pausing to study her, to savor this moment of quiet contentment with the woman you loved. A slow, peaceful morning like this was a dream come true for many—and here you were, living it.

"Breakfast’s ready," you added, patting her stomach lightly.

You leaned in for a kiss, despite her typical aversion to those unshowered, still-groggy moments. But you couldn’t care less—she was the woman you loved, in all her unrefined beauty, even in these fleeting moments.

"See you downstairs, alright?" you murmured, pressing another kiss to her forehead.

She nodded, but you knew her well.

"Abigail... I’m serious."

She laughed quietly, rolling over and letting her arms fall to her sides as she stretched out. You left the door open as you moved to the curtains, letting the light in while ensuring Abby wouldn’t fall asleep again. You then made your way to Lev’s room, the blue walls of his space greeting you.

He was tangled in blankets, his back to you, but you gently brushed his shoulder, calling out in a soft whisper.

"Lev... morning."

"Morning," he murmured, his eyes still closed.

You smiled, the privilege of caring for this young boy—who still had so much ahead of him—filling your heart.

"Breakfast is ready, alright? Take your time." You caressed his shoulder before stepping out of his room, hearing Abby’s groan as she dramatically climbed from the bed.

"Did you take my shoes?" she called out loudly, too much for the quiet of the morning.

"Yep! I took your slippers," you teased, and Abby laughed quietly in response. She was falling in love with you all over again.

You went downstairs, retracing your steps from earlier, and settled on the couch, waiting for them to come down. Neither of them knew about the stockings or the gifts—it was supposed to be a small, intimate gesture, a simple way of celebrating the season. Just making food together, exchanging small self-made gifts—maybe a letter.

But as much as you were excited, there was a hint of anxiety too. What if it was too much? What if they didn’t like what you had chosen?

"What is that?" Abby’s voice broke you from your thoughts, and you turned to find her standing at the foot of the stairs, still in her pajamas, holding the railing for support.

Her eyes, illuminated in the soft morning light, met yours—she looked so precious.

"Did you seriously make us a stocking?" she whispered, so amused she barely seemed to believe it. Maybe she thought she was still dreaming.

"I did," you said, standing and moving toward her.

"You told me once that you wished someone loved you enough to make you one. I do... I love you."

The words hit her, and you watched as she fought back tears, her jaw clenching, her teeth biting at her bottom lip before she looked back at you.

"I didn’t... Come here." She opened her arms, and you stepped into them, feeling the weight of the moment settle in.

She buried her face in your neck, wrapping her arms around you as all her emotions—fear, love, anxiety—washed over her.

You were real, and so was this. She had someone who listened, who remembered her words, who cared enough to create something special—something that said, "I love you."

And as much as she feared that this day might bring painful memories of her father, the love that surrounded her now was taking up more space. This was hers—this love was real, and it was for her.

You felt Lev coming downstairs, his confused expression slowly softening as understanding spread across his face. You had told him about the stockings, explained what they meant one evening when you and Abby had talked about Christmas traditions.

Lev hesitated, cradling the fabric of the stocking in his hands. He peeked inside, then looked up at you for reassurance. With a nod from you, he carefully pulled out each gift, his eyes brightening with quiet joy.

There was nothing extravagant or meaningful in the traditional sense—but the gifts held things they liked, things they could use, things they wanted. They weren’t

about purpose, but about love. They were a reminder that you saw them, that you loved them, and that they were always safe in your arms.

[rottenblur]

Something new|A.ANDERSON

(Request) 1.3k words| a valentines day fic:)

Summary: After a uneventful double date Abby makes it up to you in the best way she could think of.

Warnings: couch sex, abby eating whipped cream off your body, oral, (insecure reader???), fingering, first time oral with abby

Abby couldn't care any less about body hair. You think she even liked it. Your relationship with her was fresh but since you guys started dating and even before you were official she couldn’t take her hands off you.

Whenever you two were in public, her hands tightly around your waist she would tuck her hands into your shirts rubbing that little patch of hair going up your stomach.

When you decided to shave it one day with the rest of your body hair, as you thought shit was going to heat up with her that night. She took off your pants and looked slightly disappointed. It didn't cross your mind that she might like it till now.

The two of you had just got back from a friends house, you plop on the couch, throwing up your feet as they hurt from standing around for small talk for so long.

Abby tosses her coat onto the kitchen counter. “You have fun baby?” She asks you as she walks over to the couch. You shake your head, she tilts her head in response. “‘M exhausted, never knew someone could talk about wine for so long.” You say. She nods her head then separates your legs to tuck herself between them to lay on your chest.

“It’s obnoxious, they just sound snotty.” She says giving you a kiss on your clothed chest. “Did you have fun?” You ask, she turns her head to look at you. “I don’t know what I was thinking, taking you there for a valentines date, double dates aren’t it.” She laughs to herself, you join in.

You smile at her, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “You can make it up to me.” She smirks at you. “Yeah? How?” She says and you shrug.

After hours of laying on the couch with her, you were starting to get worried that you were too forward with not liking your plans for today and that she was hurt. You decided to say something, you guys knew each other as all couples do but in fresh relationships in the past it’s hard to tell what hits a nerve and what doesn’t.

“Hey—“ She cuts you off before you can continue speaking. “Is it too late to go to the store?” She asks, you look at your watch and shake your head in confusion. She kisses you, gets off you to put on her coat and boots, she looks at you then grabs her keys.

“Be right back baby.” She opens the door and walks out. Was she upset about what you said, it’s not like there was anything the two of you needed right now.

You flip through channels on the tv anxiously waiting for her to return, like a dog waiting by the door for its owner. Everytime someone would walk in the hallway of your apartment complex you’d think it was her, getting excited then disappointed when you don’t hear the key jingle in the lock.

Finally after watching an episode or two of adventure time (a guilty pleasure of yours) the lock turns and she stomps off the snow on her boots. You sit up with excitement, she holds a plastic bag with the nearby grocery store’s logo printed on it.

“What’d you get?” You ask her. She smiles, “You’ll find out.” She said, you got up and walked towards her, trying to peek in the bag.

She places the bag onto the counter and turns you around, your back flush to her chest. She takes something out of the bag, you can feel her arm move as she shakes it. You feel a cold squirt of whipped cream be squirted on your neck, you flinch at the sudden coldness.

She leans down and sucks it off your neck, licking every last drop off. She mumbles into your neck. “I wanna try something new.” You nod, her kissing deep bruises into your neck.

She grabs your hand, pulling you to the couch and crawling on top of you, she puts the whipped cream can on the coffee table and works your shirt off. She squirts blobs from your neck down to your chest. “Is this the new thing you wanted to try?” You ask her, she sucks a blob of cream off your collarbone, leaving behind a purple patch behind and shakes her head.

“Sort of.” She moves her way down to your chest, sucking the cream of your nipple, you didn’t know if she knew what she was doing but she was definitely doing a lot.

“Abby..”. You say. She looks up at you. “What is it baby?” She asks you, you buck your hips into her stomach. “I need you.” You whine. She smirks at you, squirting a blob along your hips and sucking from one side to the other. She grabs at your waist band, as she slides down but you stop her.

“Are you okay?” She asks you. You nod. “I just, I didn’t shave so..” she tilts her head at you. “I don’t care baby, I just want to taste you, I don’t care about a little hair.”

You look at her in shock, you had never met someone who wanted to eat you out without being clean shaven. Abby had never eaten you out before, and you didn’t think she wanted the first time with you to be like this.

“Yeah okay, please.” You say and she sucks the last drop off you then removing your pants, you look away and she digs the fuck in.

You had never experienced something that was this good with their tongue ,and it just came as muscle memory to her.

She held your thighs as they tighten around her head, her tongue dancing around your clit as you feel your hips bucking into her face. She moves her hand to hold down your hips, her other arm moving to circling your slit with two fingers.

She plunges her fingers inside you forcing a moan out of you. “You can take it baby, you’re doing so good.” She pumps her fingers inside you, curving them to hit just the right spot.

You feel yourself edge right on the brink of unfolding, Abby’s words leading you there.

“Just like that doll, taking me so well.” Everytime she diss connected her lips from you to speak you felt the worst loss of your life but her words filled the lack of touch.

She speeds up her fingers, keeping a steady pace with her mouth till it hits you, all at once. You cum all in her mouth, on her fingers and it drips down her chin so beautifully. She looks up at you, looking you up and down at your fucked out face and quick breathing.

“Happy valentines baby.” She says and smiles at you, helping you sit up.

You smile back at her, giving her a kiss on her lips and a soft one on her neck. “Definitely the happiest one I’ve had, thank you.” You say to her, you give her a hug of appreciation, not just for the head but because of how wonderful she is. She knew you were having a rough day and made it impossibly better.

“Go get cleaned up, I’ll get you some clean clothes and water.” She smirks at you, as you walk off to the bathroom.

You try to calm your shaky legs as you fix your hair, you practically stumble to the mirror and when you look in all you could do is stare.

She had covered you from neck to thighs in hickeys, big sloppy purple hickeys. You wouldn’t be able to forget about this for at least a week due to the constant reminder all over your body.

Abby notices the silence and walks over to you, wrapping her arms around you and whispering in your ear.

“Gotta mark what’s mine.”

A/n: i lost my og draft of this aka I LOST THE REQUEST i trued to keep it as close to the request as i can. Happy valentines day

[sweetyluvs]

RAAAAAA abby whispering in your ear while she toys with your clit💕💞

omg you guys are too much ‼️

you allowed a small whimper to leave your mouth at Abby's hand sliding down your exposed stomach, her lips kissing your neck and jawline as she allowed her fingers to wonder.

"do you want me to touch you here?" she hummed into you, the special spot on your neck vibrating. you let out a light, breathy moan. "yes please, abs." you said back, watching as her hand resting teasingly on your pussy. your words seemed to have been good enough for her, as her palm lifted up, fingers feeling around for a certain nub. you moaned when she brushed against it- purposely trying to not touch you at first. your eyes were hazed with want, watching her big, ringed fingers touch you, and only you while she sucked and kissed at your neck had you at the verge of tears.

"here?" she circled your clit with her thumb, pressing down on the nub while doing so. you gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure, breath hitching. "yes…” she laughed into your neck at the hitch, kissing her way up to your ear- finding solace and kissing around the area. two of her fingers joined together to rub you, her lips and her breath on your neck only adding to the fumes of the flame inside you. her fingers worked slow. Softly, carefully and slowly rubbing your clit, up and down, side to side. playing with it, toying with you-- and you just couldn't take it. "abs... i..”

you whimpered out, watching her hand go so agonizingly slow. you had a feeling she knew, too. "yeah, baby?" she whispered in your ear, warm breath fanning down your neck and chest. you shivered under it, swallowing. "abby.." you said in a complaining tone, too shy to say what you truly needed. "what is it? i'm touching you, isn't that enough?" she replied in a teasing voice. her hand paused, and you whined. "abby, please..”

"please what, babe? say it." she replied deeply, you could basically feel the lust radiating off her- and so, you gave it. with an embarrassed huff and rosy cheeks, you spoke.

“i.. i want you to go faster." you said all below a whisper, not daring to meet her satisfied eyes. "atta girl." she says back, kissing below your ear before you felt her hand move. she started off slow, but then suddenly had you grabbing the bed sheets and moaning. Her fingers worked so quickly- fucking the nub so fast that every second had heavy pleasure rushing through your body- hips jerking up subconsciously for more, her free hand had somehow made its way up to toy with your exposed breast- and you were too into it.

"ahh- abby- i...” you could get off from the sound of her hands fucking your clit alone, but the small coil inside you only began to build when she moaned into your neck. "fuck, baby. your already so wet." her deep voice shook your body to the core, the all too familiar feeling becoming too much to bare. You knew abby could tell you were about to cum- because she only quickend her pace, rubbing your desperate nub, pinching your hard nipple and sucking your neck so hard you were sure to have a hicky.

before you knew it, you let out a high pitched moan, whimpers followed after- your orgasm coming hard, yet leaving you only aching for more. abby didn't stop her movements on your clit, only slowing down for a moment before picking back up-helping you through it.

your breathing was loud, bare chest heaving as abby continued her pecking at your neck. "d' feel good, angel?" she hummed into your neck, big fingers continuing to toy with your now sore, puffy clit. "mhm..” you sigh out, watching her hand move back and fourth still- you couldn't ignore the want still lingering inside you.

"abby?" you called, her mouth still working on you. "yes, baby?"

"i want you to fuck me again, please." you whispered, and she paused. you could feel the smile she had against your neck, a small huff of laugher bubbling from her big chest.

"of course. good girls always get what they ask."

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

strawberry blonde 💗

cw: fluff, sfw, cowgirl!abby, cutie patootie sugar drop baby girl abby, abby x fem!reader, modern au, lev!! , family strawberry picking date but lev found a puppy on the farm property

~ ✧ HAPPY BIRTHDAY @aanvime !! ILY POOKIE, RUSHED THIS A BIT SO YOU COULD GET IT TODAY BUT HERE YOU GO!!

abby smiled down at you, looking at your white and red sundress. You wore the boots she bought you, matching her own. Her white button up had little pink and red embroidered flowers that you had left after patching it up.

"is lev ready?" You asked, leaning against her chest, her lips grazing your forehead in a soft kiss. you nodded, knowing he was sitting out in the living room and waiting to make a comment about the matching family outfits.

she hummed, grabbing onto your hand gently, a lovesick look in her eyes as she looked over your face. the two of you eventually left your shared room, walking down the hallway and seeing lev sat on the couch, wearing a red button up and black ripped jeans.

abby let go of your hand after a moment, kissing your cheek and walking over to lev, giving him a playful hug as he groaned.

"abby!!" he said, his smile obvious as he hugged her back.

"shush, kid" she smiled, running a hand through his hair before pulling away from the hug.

~*••*~

abby pulled into the entry of a farm area, holding a conversation with lev as she parked her white truck. You looked out the window, a large white house on the right, fields away. On the left, there were fields and fields of strawberries and flowers.

abby looked over at you, smiling at your wide eyes as you took in the area ahead of you, lev making some comment about the way she looked at you.

you smiled, looking over the different colors of flowers, the bright red of the strawberries right beside white lilys and babys breath. you hadn't registered abby getting out of the car, but smiled down at her as she opened the passenger door for you, holding her hand out for you to help you out.

you took her hand, leaning into her with a bubbly smile. lev grinned, ready to make a comment.

"god, you guys are gay" he said, letting out a small laugh as abby rolled her eyes.

"ya'know whats gay, kid?" She said, kissing you with a smirk, your cheeks turning pinkish.

"ew abby!" he groaned, a jingling sound coming from behind him. he turned swiftly, seeing a large, scruffy german shepherd.

he wore a smile, kneeling down and rubbing the dogs ears, checking its collar and reading it.

"her names alice, shes the farm dog" he said, looking up at you and abby with a large smile. Alice got into a playful stance at hearing her name, running off into a flower field as lev followed, running off and playing with her in the tall sunflowers.

abby laughed softly, taking your hand with a smile and leading you to a strawberry field, being careful to make sure you wouldn't trip as she grabbed two baskets.

"cmon'', love, lets pick sum' berries" she said gently, one of her large hands on your back as she handed you a basket.

~*••*~

as you two picked strawberries, abby insisted on feeding you one every few minutes, the suns warmth heating them up and enhancing the flavor as the red fruit hit your tongue. she smiled down at you, wiping the pink juice from your lips.

she brought you to the middle of the fields, sitting down with you where the strawberries and flowers divided, the warm sun fading into cool autumn air. she toyed with your hair as you leaned against her chest. she hummed softly, one of the songs you made her listen to - chappell roan.

as it slowly got a little colder out, she spoke softly, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "love you, sweetheart" she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, holding you tight in her arms.

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