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obstinate (5) | a. anderson

summary: you’re a new medic in the WLF base. you’re young, hardworking, and the thing that abby anderson hated the most, stubborn.

notes: fem!reader, medic!reader, protective!abby, soldier!abby, heavy mutual pining, mentions of sleep deprivation, comedic relief manny, one pet name 🤯

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an: i wish buff women were real 😔

MDNI!!

under abby’s gaze, you felt small.

your voice was groggy from sleep, and you fiddled with your fingers like a nervous school girl. looking up at her figure with wide eyes, you’re mind nearly wandered from your original intention.

“i- i need you,” you whisper.

abby’s heart stops for a moment. she parts her lips to respond, but not a word came out. it was as if her voice had been caught in her throat.

you take a deep breath, feeling your emotions get the best of you. this was embarrassing, shameful even.

you had been adamant that you wouldn’t run to her. you believed that she deserved the grudge you held. and more importantly, that you deserved your life of solitude in the confines of the infirmary.

but your lips had been etched into a frown for far too long. and your tiresome days turned from productive to draining. drowning.

“i know i said i didn’t want your help but… i need you to train me,” you say in a quick exhale. “i’m going… i’m going fucking crazy, abby.”

abby snaps her jaw shut, clenching hard as she stares at you. she should’ve known thats why you were here, that that’s what you needed. but she couldn’t help it that her heart jumped the second those first three words left your mouth.

and while her chest sunk as you finished your thought, and she tried to shake the familiar twist in her stomach, she felt a smile creep onto her face.

“you… you’re accepting my proposition?” she asks slowly, her lips curling into her signature smirk.

a broken laugh escapes you once again at her oddly formal choice of words. but your fit of laughter quickly turns into shaking sobs. your shoulders tremble as you try to hold back your tears, but the more you repress it, the harder you cry

abby’s eyes widen at your sudden outburst, lips parting into a shocked “o”, before she sprung into action.

she puts her large hands on each of your shoulders, cooing a soft “hey. hey it’s okay.”

you sniffle and cry, covering your face shamefully as you uttered “sorry, m’sorry”

“shhh.. calm down. christ you’re really shaky.” she mutters, almost to herself as she guides you into her place. the worry and confusion is clear on her face, and you fail miserably as you try to get yourself together.

she leads you down the short stairs of her room, humming to you to that you were safe as you desperately wipe your tears.

abby pushes you down to sit on her bed gently by your shoulders before squatting beside you, sitting just below your eye level.

you hiccup as you rub your eyes and mumble, “i’m s-sorry. i don’t know what’s wrong with me.” your voice breaks as you finish, and you force a small laugh, hoping to make light of your breakdown.

“you’re exhausted,” she mumbles as she brings a hesitant hand to the side of your head, stroking your hair slightly. “that’s what’s wrong”

you shake your head, “i was- i was just sleeping.” you say with pursed lips. “i’m supposed.. i’m supposed to be in the infirmary.”

abby copies your expression, pressing her lips together in a tight line as she looks to the side of you, as if contemplating something.

“you’re not… going to that,” she mutters, shaking her head as she braced herself for your disagreement.

your lower lip jutted out in a pout, and you release a slow exhale from your nose. “no.. i’m not,” you say quietly.

you looked so much worse than she’d ever seen you. your usual, vibrant self was lost in your dark circles and chapped lips. abby had seen you tired before. but never like this.

she whispers your name, dropping her hand to cup your arm, running her fingers over the skin soothingly. her blue eyes flick up, and her forehead crinkles with worry.

“what happened?” she whispered as softly as she could manage.

“nothing.. nothing happened..” you say, a bit of frustration in your voice. nothing did happen. you were just done.

“i’m just…” you pause for a minute, trying to figure out how to convey your weighing emotions. “i’m just so tired abby,” you say in a small sob “i’m so tired.”

“i know sweetheart… i know..” she mumbles as she pulls her hand away from her. she silently brings her fingers to untie your shoelaces, then mindlessly rubs your ankles as she slipped the boots off.

you meet her eyes, wondering if you should say anything about the nickname, the very endearing and intimate nickname. but you decide against it. you were tired. and you liked it too much to protest.

abby didn’t miss the contemplating look in your eye, and she gives you a small eyebrow raise. in normal circumstances, she’d tease you, but tonight certainly wasn’t one of those nights.

she stands up and pads over to a small drying rack in the corner of her room. she tugs a blanket off the wire and tosses it to you.

you catch it in your shaky hands, looking up at her with teary-eyes.

“sleep here.” she says in a quick demand.

you part your lips to respond, probably with something along the lines of “i can sleep in my own bed”, but she instantly repeats her statement.

“please just sleep here,” she says, “you need it.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, looking down as your mind raced.

there she did it again with that statement.

you shift your gaze upward, looking her straight in the eye. she expected you to say no, to stand up to your unstable feet and leave her to worry about you.

but you didn’t.

you say something with so much simplicity, her chest tightens.

“okay,” you whisper, not moving from your seated position on the bed.

abby’s face gets a bit hot as she hears your response. your tone was unlike anything she had ever heard come from your mouth. it wasn’t just gentle and soft, but pleading. you were finally letting your guard down.

finally letting her help you.

she clears her throat, standing up as she runs her fingers through her hair. she was flustered, and awkward. she had never actually reached the point where you gave in. now, she didn’t know how to act.

“just…” she begins in a hushed tone, as if she were talking to a child. and considering the fragile state you were in, she knew that’s what you needed. “just sleep in my bed. i’ve got patrol at 6, but i won’t wake you.”

you nod, pursing your lips as she collects a sleeping bag from off the top shelf above her bed. “you don’t… i don’t want you to sleep on the floor abby.” you say softly.

“i’m fine,” she replies sternly.

you sigh, staring at the hard floor and then the comfortable mattress. abby may have the best room, equipment, and overall treatment in the base. but they sure didn’t bother giving her a bigger bed.

unable to shake your guilt, you try to interject, but she quickly cuts you off.

“that bed is hardly big enough to fit just me. you really want to share it?” she asks, her tone slightly taunting. you’re face turns a deep shade of red, almost feeling insulted. it was like she could read your thoughts, know exactly what you imagined.

her body beside yours, forced together on the small mattress.

despite it feeling foreign and wrong, you wanted that.

and it was like she knew it, too.

abby’s eyes widen at her own comment, realizing how uncomfortable she just made the situation. “i’m sorry i just…” she stops herself, pinching her eyes shut as she sighs.

“i just want you to get some sleep. take the bed.” she finishes.

you turn your face away, feeling ashamed of the situation you’re in. you felt desperate, and on top of that, rude. but you’re embarrassment prevented you from arguing anymore.

“thank you,” you muster, looking up at her from your cross legged position on her bed.

she sighs, tapping her knee as she sits beside you.

“i’ll be… i’ll be gone until around 2 tomorrow.” she whispers, and you nod with a frown.

“we can talk about… this… when i come home.” she bites her bottom lip, “you can uhmm… you can stay here? until then… i really don’t mind.”

you shift your gaze nervously, shaking your head. “that’s- that’s okay. i’ll… i’ll probably need to go into the infirmary, make up for my abandoned shift…”

“don’t,” she quickly interjects, “i… i don’t need you running off on me,” she whispers, cheeks turning slightly pink.

you let out a small laugh, smiling down at your hands. “running off? what do you mean?”

abby cocks her head to the side with a crooked smile, eyes locked on yours. “i just mean… i don’t want you to change your mind, decide you’re mad at me again.” she takes a deep breath, looking down and furrowing her brows. “i want you to stay this time, maybe we can actually talk.”

you stare at her breathlessly, completely smitten with her words. you clear your throat, closing your eyes for a moment before you nod.

“okay… i’ll stay,” you whisper, watching her with parted lips.

abby pauses for a moment, her body swaying uncertainly. she looks in your eyes, her jaw loosening to say words that don’t seem to come out. she clenched her teeth shut, her gaze moving from your eyes to your lips.

you swear you see her pupils dilate.

she holds her view there for a moment, her face inching closer to yours. it was so subtle, it was like she didn’t even realize she was moving forward.

your breath hitches, unable to think once more as you wait in anticipation. was she going to…?

but as you exhale shakily, her eyes snap back up to meet yours, and she clears her throat abruptly.

“good,” she says breathlessly, before raising to her feet, grabbing the sleeping bag, and unraveling it quickly on the floor beside the bed.

you watch her with a dumbfounded expression, unsure if you should say anything at that moment. wondering what you could say. you decided against it, knowing the only words that wanted to leave your mouth were why don’t you just do it?

but you knew why.

your eyes don’t leave her tall figure as she lays out a couple blankets and pillows on top of her setup on the floor. she turns to face you, grabbing another quilt from the corner of the bed.

she cups your shoulder, pushing your dazed, and cried out frame backwards on the bed. “you should get some rest,” she mumbles, pulling the blanket over your figure, and waiting for you to lay down.

you had so much you wanted to say, and for once, you didn’t feel tired in the slightest. but despite your desperation to spill every thought and feeling out to the woman in front of you, all words were caught in throat.

and while it may have just been in your head, the look in her eye seemed as if she wanted to do the same.

god did you want her to do the same.

no more words were exchanged in that moment, instead, abby opted to bring her palm to the side of your neck, cradling your chin in jaw in her hand.

she purses her lips hard, gauging your expression carefully.

shakily, she moves closer to you, tilting your face down. she keeps an unsteady hand on your neck as she brings her lips to your forehead.

she kisses the top of your head, and a deafening silence fills both of your ears. she closes her eyes, pulling away from you with an uneasy look. but as she takes in your soft smile, and how your eyes are filled with an inviting warmth, her nerves subside.

“sleep,” is the last whisper that leaves her lips as she pulls her hand away from your face, the sensation of her fingertips lingering.

she shuffles down to the floor, laying down against her pillow as you do the same.

you both lay silently, staring at the paint that peeled from the ceiling. the rhythmic sound of her breathing coaxes you back into your exhausted state, as you feel your eyelids weigh down,

abby looks around as the darkness plays tricks on her eyes, as if she could see nonexistent shapes and colors dancing above her.

she fell asleep wondering if you saw the same shapes as her.

you fall asleep wondering if she felt the same as you.

…

abby woke up at 5:30 the following morning, groaning in annoyance as she forced herself to get up. she brings her palms to her face, rubbing her scrunched cheeks as she tried to shake her morning exhaustion.

she stretches out an arm as she yawns loudly, when suddenly she feels something graze her finger tips.

she looks to her right, and as she remembered the companion she gained in the night, she quickly slaps her hand over her mouth, sharply cutting off the sound of her own voice.

she sits up, looking at your sleeping face, and sighs as the memories from last night flooded her mind.

your face, which usually held so much expression, whether it be a toothy smile or a frustrated scowl, was now calm and rested. she parted her lips as she exhaled, shamelessly staring.

your eyes were peacefully shut and your hair was messy around her pillow. abby’s pillow. you had, in your sleep, turned completely to the side, facing where abby had slept. your arm was slung lazily off the side of the bed, fingers dangling over the edge.

your palm resting open in front of her face was like a cruel joke. a tease.

abby clenches her jaw, her gaze now on your hand. in a slow, self conscious movement, she brings her fingers to yours again.

it started off as a touch lighter than a feather, her fingertips grazing your thumb as she bites the inside of her cheek. after a moment, she intertwined her hand with yours, feeling the warmth of your skin.

her hand was larger than yours, rougher, calloused. yours was smoother, less damaged due to your work in the infirmary. but the small white scars and the firmness of your palm didn’t go unnoticed.

you were delicate, but durable.

you were soft, but hardened.

loving, but reserved.

abby didn’t know how someone could be all of those things. but you were.

and she loved that.

as she hears your muffled hums, she instantly pulls her hand back from yours, eyes widening as she watches you stir.

the thought of you catching her with a shy hold on your palm made her heart race, as if she were some teenager with a crush.

as much as she wanted to show you how much she wanted to hold you, how much she wanted to kiss her apologies into your skin, how much she felt, she wouldn’t.

abby sat in place and studied you from a few feet away. she pulled her knees close to her chest as she watched your chest slowly rise and fall.

you seemed to look better than last night as you lay unconscious, but yet again, that could be her mind playing tricks on her.

while she would never say it out loud, seeing you in such a bad state last night did a number on her.

abby wasn’t one to second guess her actions. being in charge of the lives of many, and facing life or death decisions on a daily, she didn’t have room for regrets.

when she gave and order, she stuck to it.

when she hurt people around her, she was never to blame.

but she couldn’t help but feel that her decision to keep you off of the field was wrong. like she had only made things worse for you.

she should’ve known you’d be so stubborn, that you would continue to slave away at work, and wait until your breaking moment to accept her help. she shouldn’t have tested you like that.

abby’s mind raced as she remembered that night she was shot. she asked you if you were even happy, phrasing like some sort of an insult, a jab.

but she never should’ve treated this like a game, and your emotions like pons. even if you were being childish and stubborn, she could’ve decided to be the mature one.

and now, as she watched you clutch onto her blanket as if you were getting your last blink of sleep, she realized she had let this go on too long.

her eyes shift quickly to the clock, reading that it was 5:45 in the morning, and she bounced to her feet as silently as she could.

she shuffled quickly up the few stairs to manny’s side of the room, shining a small flashlight in his sleeping face. abby crouched by his side, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him roughly

“manny,” she whispered sharply, “manny wake up!”

her roommate quickly jolts upward, pushing her away as his eyes adjust to the bright light.

“abby what the hell,” he snaps, shoving the flashlight out of his face with a scowl. “what do you want?”

abby sighs, turning off the flashlight and looking at him pleadingly. “you remember all the times i covered your patrols when you had a girl over, right?”

manny scoffs. “what? yes i- i remember, what are you talking about abs?”

abby bites her tongue, looking between him and your sleeping frame on her bed with desperation.

“i need you to take my 6 am,” she musters out with an apologetic half-smile.

manny’s eyes narrow. “no,” he says quickly.

“manny please,” abby whines, clasping her hands together and shaking them in his face in a begging motion. “i’ve got something i really need to take care of.”

manny eyes her suspiciously, sitting up to take a look at her bed. as he spots something under the covers, his eyes light up in amusement.

“ahhh… i see your finally adopting my lifestyle, huh?” he says teasingly and abby’s eyes widen.

“what? n-no it’s not like that,” she shakes her head and manny laughs out loud.

“oh sure it isn’t.”

abby springs to clasp his mouth shut with her palm. “jesus would you quiet down? she’s sleeping.”

“oh please,” he rolls his eyes as his whispers. “she’s got you good. i will say though, abs, i’m impressed. i thought you were still hung up on that girl from the bar.”

abby’s eyes widen, and her face turns a deeper shade of red than she knew possible. manny’s expression mimics hers and he lets out another hushed laugh.

“is that her? christ abby, you dirty dog,” he chuckles and she shushes him once again.

“yes okay, that is her, but it’s not like that,” she snaps back in a whisper, looking back to confirm you were still sleeping. “and you keep your mouth shut about that.”

“okay okay fine,” manny chuckles, pushing her away so she would stop her incessant shushing. “and i’ll take your shift, but just this once, you hear me?”

abby nods, her smile growing wider. “yes- yes! just this once, thank you manny,” she breathes and he nods.

“not a problem abs,” he goes to stand up, sticking his feet in his boots and kneeling down to lace them up. “oh and one last thing.”

abby looks up with a curious expression, hands crossed over her chest as he continues. “go on,” she mumbles.

“don’t forget that trick i told you about,” he snickers as he waves his index and middle finger in the air, displaying a crude motion.

“oh god, manny, just get out,” abby huffs and pushes him out the door, rolling her eyes.

with one last shove she sticks her head out the door, sharply whispering, “and quit sleeping in jeans, you psycho,” before pulling the door shut, and walking back to her bed with a giddy smile.

for the first time in a long time, abby felt like she had the chance to turn things around.

…

a/n: i’m thinking this story is going to be wrapped up in the next 1-3 chapters. BUT wherever i do end it at, i plan on doing some extra one shots and head canons for this version to abby x reader, so PLEASE send it some requests of what you’d like to see!

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