#i wrote this while watching the episode of cm where haley d*es so sorry if its bad

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Get her back! ❤︎ Abby Anderson

♡ SUMMARY: abby was so in love with her roommate Nora's girlfriend, she can only control herself so much when you come to get your things after a fight

♡ WARNINGS: angstttttt, unrequited love, pining, heart broken abby :(

♡ NOTES: this is my september challenge for the pandemic prose server! based on get him back! by olivia rodrigo. it is not edited love u guys!

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Abby was tired of the constant buzz surrounding her. When you and Nora first got together, she did not expect it to be such a big deal. She figured with a literal apocalypse surrounding the WLF, there would not be any time to gossip and glitz about what was going on with you two.

Sure, Abby and Nora were roommates at the time, so she was expecting some kind of infiltration into her life, but she at least figured she could walk to the cafeteria without hearing your guys’ names in a sentence. And when it started becoming a conversation subject when she was out on patrols, she was ready to snap.

She knew why it drove her so crazy, she just did not want to accept it. The way her skin lit up when you hugged her after she got injured, or how her eyes constantly searched for you when she walked into a room, or how she always chose the chair next to yours. Abby was hopelessly in love with you and was too scared to do anything about it.

So, yeah, hearing everyone talk about your new relationship with Nora was aggravating her. A lot.

However, it was nice to feel in the loop with things going on. Truthfully, sharing a room with Nora meant that she had the inside scoop on your relationship. She knew when you guys were happy, when you guys were arguing, when you guys were taking small trips together, and everything else in between. She also knew that recently, there was a lot of arguing (which also meant taking trips together, as that was Nora’s go-to solution when apologizing to you).

There was some kind of rift forming, and she could hear Nora apologizing to you through the door. She was going to walk away, let the tension drift away before she entered the room, but, for the first time, she heard you argue back with her. It was hard to make things out clearly, but she heard your voice raise, and you insinuated something about Nora flirting with your friends.

Abby couldn’t help the smirk on her face as she listened to you yell at Nora, your heavy voice seeping through the wood of their shared door. She was frozen, and too busy allowing her heart to fill with pride to notice the door knob begin to turn. She didn’t realize the shouting had stopped until you were walking out of the door. Your eyes fell on her, shooting her an evil glare.

You didn’t mean to be mean to Abby, she was always sweet to you (sometimes, too sweet. like when she held onto your thigh during the ride to the last scar base, but you wouldn’t tell anyone about that), but she was friends with Nora. And right now, there was nothing but hate in your heart for her.

You quickly scrambled away, trying to put as much distance between yourself and Nora as quickly as you could. Abby watched with saddened eyes. You seemed so small, so defeated. She hated seeing you like that. “What are you doing?” Nora’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Abby couldn’t help the nasty look she sent Nora’s way. She didn’t respond to her question and Abby's muscled shouder bumped against Nora’s as she forced her way inside the door.

There was no sign of you for a few days. The chatter didn’t stop, but the tone of it changed. There were no more outward declarations of how cute you guys were together, but, instead, there were hushed whispers of people wondering why they hadn’t seen you two together. Abby knew the answer and knew how much the truth would shake the WLF community, but she respected you too much to tell your business to anyone.

The knocks on Abby’s door only added to the headache she was currently nursing. The patrol she had been sent on was awful. There were scars pretty much every time turn and her group was severely under-manned. All she wanted was some peace and quiet, and maybe to take a nap.

However, her annoyance completely dissipated once she opened the door. There you stood, avoiding eye contact with her. “Oh,” she said softly, “what’s up?” Abby tried to ignore the deep circles around your eyes as you spoke, “Is Nora here? I just want to grab my things.” Abby was surprised at how your voice sounded. You weren’t sad or mournful, you seemed to be more angry, more jaded.

“Yeah, yeah,” Abby felt awkward. You’d never been in the room alone with her before, “Come on in.” She stepped back, holding the door open for you. You hesitated before you stepped in, and even stopped to scan over Nora’s side of the room before you started making your way over to the dresser she had on the side. You opened the bottom drawer, the one Abby knew had been designated yours, quite aggressively. The whole dresser shook with the force you used, but you didn’t reach in to grab anything. You just stared your belongings in the open drawer.

Abby’s eyes couldn’t leave your form. You felt her stare burning into the back of your head. You knew Abby and you had a special relationship. You cared deeply for her, and she definitely cared deeply for you. What you two had was more than platonic, but you were with Nora. Were? Are? Will be? You weren’t sure. You loved her and hated her at the same time. You wanted to be with her, but you also wanted to be as far from her as possible.

You didn’t notice the frustrated groan you let out at your thoughts, but Abby definitely did. She shifted from her place on her own bed. Her body subconsciously moved closer to you, not liking that you were upset. “Hey, you okay?”

“No!” you exasperated, “I hate her, Abby!” You hadn’t even meant to let the words slip. You weren’t even sure if you meant them. Abby was frozen in her spot, not knowing what to do, as more words fell from your mouth, “I hate her, and I love her at the same time! I want to hurt her like she hurts me but I never want to see her cry! I get so angry and then I miss her and I get sad! I don’t know what to do!” Angry tears had begun to slip down your cheeks. You were glad Abby couldn’t see them. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of her (even though there was no chance in hell you could. abby would’ve wiped the tears off of your face and pressed her lips against the trails they left if you would let her).

Abby was surprised at the lack of sadness in your tone. There was nothing but anger as you spit out such confusing words. Abby’s eyebrows furrowed as she tried to decipher what to say next. She didn’t like seeing you angry and she wanted to do everything in her power to make sure you were happy again, she just wasn’t sure how. All you could muster was, “Do you need a bag to put stuff in?”

At this, you finally turned around to face her, only after wiping the remnants of your tears. Your eyes scanned her body. She looked beautiful, sitting on her bed. The way she was manspreading was so inviting, you just wanted to plant yourself in her lap and never leave. “I want to get her back, Abby.” You declared. Your tone had shifted. It was dark, truly conveying the anger you were holding.

“How?” Abby inquired. Her brain also began conjuring ideas. She would help you get your revenge in whatever way she could. She could help you make Nora jealous. She’d do whatever she could, especially if it meant she got to be close to you. She would do whatever you asked (but you didn’t know that. yet.)

You stepped closer to Abby and let out a gentle, “hmmm”, indicating that you were thinking. After a few seconds, you, with a cunning grin on your face, said, “I want to make her jealous. I want to make her feel really bad.” The look on your face had Abby breaking into a smile, “how are you gonna do that?”

“You’re going to help me.” You declared. Abby’s smile fell at your words. “H-how?” She stuttered out. God, she wanted you to use her in any way you could. She would do anything you asked. And now, here you are, asking.

“I don’t know,” you sighed in defeat. It’s hard to plot revenge on someone you still had feelings for. “Do you have any ideas?”

Of course, she had ideas. She could think of a million and one ways to make Nora jealous. She could kiss you in front of her, hold your hand in front of her, look at you with loving eyes in front of her, fuck you on her bed, cuddle up with you in Abby’s own bed when she knows that Nora would be coming back, she could do absolutely anything. And it would take no acting on her part. It would be believable because it would be real.

“No,” she lied straight through her teeth, “I don’t know.” You let out another frustrated groan. “It can’t be too bad, y’know? I love her. What if we get back together?” You rambled again. Abby’s heart was breaking at your words. She couldn’t help the attitude she gave you as she spoke, “You just said you want to make her feel bad.”

“I know, and I do, but not like ruin her life. I just want her to hurt like I do, Abby.”

Abby wanted to be mad at you. She wanted you to know how bad you were hurting her. She wanted you to know how much she loved you. She was feeling exactly like you did, only her hurt and confusion were focused on you, while yours was on Nora.

It was silent in the room as she worked through her thoughts. She was beginning to understand how you felt. She understood your heartbreak, as she was feeling it too.

“I don’t know, y/n,” she was the one sighing in defeat, “maybe just sleep it off? This isn’t the first time you guys have fought. She always makes it up to you.” She laid back into her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her emotions were always written across her face and she did not you to be able to read her.

You huffed out one last sigh, kicking your drawer closed. “You’re right. I don’t know why I get so worked up.” You straightened yourself out, making your way to the door. “Thanks for talking this out with me, Abs. I feel a lot better.”

She mumbled out a, “Yeah, anytime,” as you walked out the door.