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I really want an Ellabs x reader fic of fem reader really needing comfort bc she's sad/overwhelmed but she tries to hide it from ellabs but obv they notice smth is off, so they tell her they noticed smth is wrong and she kinda breaks down at that, then they comfort her thru it, listening to her problems or insecurities n'stuff <33 Sorry if it's confusing and/or too long, u dont gotta do it but i'd appreciate it tons <33 (Im totally not self projecting)

ur projecting = supported. 🫢 100% sfw/comfort fic but still no men or minors. type of relationship between them is up to u! this ended up a semi- full length fic oops ? enjoy!

sometimes it just feels too hard. being the newest member in jackson means you feel like you have to prove your worth 24/7. and it’s exhausting, really. abby is just so strong, ellie has the best patrol work, and you? you feel… weak. you (falsely) feel like nothing you’ve done has proven you’re worth the space in jackson.

so when monday rolls around, you tell ellie and abby you have plans with someone else so you can just go home and hide. they don’t question that, why would they? tuesday you tell them you wanna go to bed early. okay, fine. but then it’s wednesday, and they’re starting to get that something is going on with you.

the worry starts to kick in wednesday night after maria tells the two women you asked to go home early, citing that you’re not feeling well. abby all but drags ellie to your tiny place immediately after hearing maria’s words. you always tell each other everything. so why didn’t you now?!

it’s easy to know abby and ellie are knocking at your door simply because of the sheer force of it. five minutes you try to pretend you’re not home. you don’t want them to see you in this state; you’ve been ugly crying for two hours now. however, they don’t give up. it’s not like you could expect anything else from them.

“baby, we know you’re home. let us in, yeah? we’re worried about you,” abby shouts out after another two minutes of knocking.

you respond back with a sickly voice from the sofa, “no, go away. ‘m busy.”

you can just feel the attitude enter ellie’s body now. you know how stubborn she can be. “no, we know you’re lying. i will find a way in if you don’t let us in within the next thirty seconds.”

you know she isn’t joking as you move to open the door. the sight of you upon opening the door is not a pretty one— your face is red, covered in tears. ellie takes a deep breath before she pushes in. she won’t let you shut them out anymore. abby shuts the door before them before heading you back onto the sofa with them. each other is on either side of you within the matter of seconds.

as per usual, abby is the first one to break the silence. “oh, honey, what’s going on? we could’ve helped you sooner if we knew.” the way she sounds sad just makes you feel worse.

insecurities once again bubbling over, you do the only thing you can think of: you try to shove abby away. being significantly stronger than you means it didn’t feel like a single thing. however, abby won’t put up with you lashing out right now. she knows you can be their sweet girl even in the toughest of moments.

ellie watches like a hawk as abby grabs both of your wrists to stop you from trying to push her away again. “just because you’re upset doesn’t mean you can act out. are you going to be the big girl i know you are now? or do i need to keep you here?”

the concerned sternness of her voice makes you whimper in reply. fresh tears leak down your face as you try to find the words to explain. “i- i just don’t think i deserve to be here! everyone, especially you two, carry your weight around here! and what do i do? i’m just a stupid girl working in the bar!”

and, well, neither of them could say they were expecting that response. sure, you were newer to Jackson, but so was everyone at one point. you were also one of the most popular Jackson residents— everyone loves the energy you bring to the bar after a long day of work. so it just makes sense that both women are beyond shocked to realize that this is why you’re so down. how could you not know how loved you are here?

as yet another round of tears starts to fall, you feel abby’s big arms quickly pull you into her chest. your body starts to shake with each inhale as you start to sob into abby’s chest. while ellie rushes to rub your back, abby starts to tilt your head up so you can see her.

“angel, angel, no. let’s take some deep breathes and then we’ll all have a talk, okay?”, abby coos as she wipes away the falling tears.

ellie puts your right hand over abby’s heart when your breathing doesn’t start to slow any. she speaks in the softest voice she can muster up,“deep breaths with me and abby, baby. feel abby’s heart beat. we’re all going to just relax together before anything else.”

two minutes between your favorite people is all it takes to reduce you to just sniffles. you slouch back into your seat once you’ve finally caught your breath. you look up at abby and ellie with wet eyes before letting out a long sigh. no one is sure who should speak first.

ellie decides she’ll be the one to start, “it’s not true, you know? everyone here loves you. helping run the bar is important. you create a space where we can all relax for once. emphasis on the relax part.”

abby grunts in agreement with ellie. “you know ellie’s right, don’t you baby,” abby questions before looking over to ellie, “our favorite girl’s always making everyone feel happy, isn’t she?”

“for real though, you really do play a big part here. you know ellie and i started arguing less when you came around? pretty big deal there, you know. even joel commented on it,” the dirty blonde continues on the conversation.

and that makes you giggle for the first time all day. “even joel? really?” while you knew they had a previous history of more frequent fights, you didn’t know even joel was over it back then too.

“yeah, it’s really true,” abby starts before taking a breath to think about her next words. she exhales, “strength isn’t everything, you know? you add just as much as we do here. creating a space where people can relax while we live on this hell on earth is just as important as what we do. we all do the best here because we are better with each other. our system can’t function without others.”

you’re sure you’d be crying tears of happiness right now if you weren’t so exhausted from all your previous crying. your previous anxieties start to slip away as you start to truly internalize both of their words from today. you are important. you matter here. just like everyone else.

no one is given a chance to speak before you’re pulling ellie and yourself on top of abby. “i love you, i love you, i love you both,” you whisper out. “you’re right. i promise i’ll come talk to you next time i’m feeling down, okay? know you’ll make me say that part next!”

“okay smarty pants, you better. also, we always are, darling. love you the most,” teases ellie before she presses a kiss to the back of your head.

“hey! what if i love you both the most? then what?” you’re sure you can feel ellie roll her eyes as abby whines out playfully.

“okay, okay. how about we all love each other the most? can we just agree so i can drink some water now? my head is killing me.” a major post-crying headache has just started to come on for you.

ellie rolls her eyes playful at both of you. “i’ll get us all some water”, she commands as she walks to your kitchen, “and get comfy with abby. we’ll watch a movie, and yes, you can choose today.”

yay! end note to say ur important and i’m glad ur here + love that we all each add our own special things to this earth 🫂

living on a farm with abby & having a pet lamb 🧍🏾‍♀️ I’m so delusional

so cute :,) sorry this took so long to post! loving farmer!abby should i make this like an actual fic serious instead of just hcs? lmk!! <3 18+ under cut. men + minors = blocked. 💘💘💘

♡ farmer!abby who brought you home a pet lamb one day after you’d been begging her for weeks. “a pet lamb for my little lamb,” she’d tell you as you squeal with delight.

♡ her pet names for you include: ‘baby, little lamb, darlin’, doll, and sweetheart’.

♡ she’d build you a little garden area to grow your favorite flowers. she looks forward to the new bouquet you make each week out of them for the kitchen table vase!

♡ farmer!abby is obsessed with the days you just wear one of her white wife beaters (she calls them pleasers) and panties around. she bought you ones with lil white bows to match with her tanks.

♡ she started growing fresh vegetables and fruits once you two started dating. she loves being able to grow and give you the ingredients you need to bake! + you bake her favorite things for her as a thank you.

♡ farmer!abby is allllll about that fresh produce. she often uses what she grows to cook for you! she’ll cheekily tell you she wants you for dessert. even if it’s silly, it still gets you going. “since i made dinner, you can be my dessert.”

♡ sticks to her usual uniform of white tank, blue jeans, and boots while she’s out and about dealing with farm tasks. the way her arms look in her tops will always make you feel a lil feral…

♡ farmer!abby is the best with animals. in fact, she loves to rehab recuse animals when someone calls her about it. the few farm animals you have are all recuse fails. she just loves them so much— how could you say no to her puppy dog eyes?!

♡ farmer!abby will call you outside just so she can fuck you. she likes to see how loud she can make you because she knows it’s just the two of you around for a few acres.

♡ she’s a soft dom at heart! she loves that you let her take control while she makes you fall apart. she’ll make you cum as many times as you want, however you want when you’ve been extra sweet. “my pretty girl. just taking me so good, aren’t you, darlin? that’s it baby, just take it. i think you can cum just one more time for me, yeah?“

♡ but if you’re acting out? she won’t put up with it. she knows you’re her sweet girl, so she expects you to act like it. “what happened to my sweet doll? you know that i gotta teach you a lesson now, don’t ya? lay on your stomach, ass up. now.”

♡ her strap? makes you see god practically every time. abby’s an expert at knowing how to hit that sweet spot inside of you. “yeah? right there? you look so good riding me.” she definitely comes from fucking you when the strap rubs against her just right. and yes, she’s the type to say “save a horse, ride a cowboy”

♡ she’ll have you on your knees when you’re eating her out. something about the way you look up at her through your ruined mascara eyelashes does something to her. she’ll even have you sticking your tongue out so she can fuck your face. hands pulling you closer by your hair n all.

inside abby anderson’s camera roll

fluff, some suggestive themes. mdni! saw @circe-is-struggling did an ellie one n i’m obsessed! edited-ish

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a picture of ellie, you, and her’s camping set up for your annual camping trip. she brings extra bug spray after last year. a .5 of you all around the campfire is the next picture.

a video ellie secretly recorded of the both of you slow dancing at someone’s wedding. the last frame a blurry clip of you reaching up to abby’s face to kiss her.

exactly 207 pictures of her dog. half of them are on the long walks to beautiful places that abby takes him, matching bandanas included.

a picture of abby’s back all scratched up after she demanded you tested out your newest nail set on her one night.

a picture of your hand-written grocery list. she doesn’t want to forget anything after you cried after your favorite treat was forgotten along with pasta. it was a rough day, okay?

an entire folder made of pictures and videos of her working out, her progress, and your favorite: post-workout mirror pictures.

a video of her and ellie’s matching halloween party’s costume. ellie is seen shoving abby as she starts reciting broke back mountain dialogue, in honor of the costume.

a now digitalized photo of child abby grinning ear-to-ear with her dad when it was bring your child to work day.

a homemade video the two of you decided to make one night after having to be away from each other for two weeks. you both watch it on on the nights you’re needy and missing each other as a way to hold you over.

a screenshot of all the times she has beat ellie in their favorite video game. she frequently sends it to ellie as a way to teasingly piss ellie off.

a picture of her grinning while wearing a crown after winning a cup pong tournament. the sunset glows in the back as it took place on a lowkey beach mel had found weeks before.

her lock screen photo. a picture of you in one of her button down work shirts, length reaching close to your knees. you’re curled up on her side of bed, cleaning missing her, even in your sleep. the phone was taken seconds before she joins you in bed.

hi!! could you write something domestic/fluffy with abby? maybe something like her or reader cooking breakfast for the two of them and the other waking up and just admiring the cute little domestic life they have 🙈 idk i’m a sucker for shit like that 🫶

a/n: i’m getting through the asks in my inbox as fast as i can promise! also i'm currently writing my first big abby fic so... stay tuned babes

the first thing abby notices when she wakes up is the empty spot beside her. she stretches her arm out, feeling the cold side of the bed where you usually lay. it's rare that you wake up before her, abby usually has time to go on her daily run, come home and start showering before you drag yourself out of your shared bed.

sitting up and picking up the clothes that had hastily been thrown on the floor yesterday, abby starts smiling at the memory of the previous night's activities. she had taken you out to a nice restaurant to celebrate your anniversary, she had wined and dined your ass as you put it, and when she took you home you were more than happy to show her how grateful you were for the romantic night out.

walking out of the bedroom, following the delicious smell of something cooking, abby's mind replayed the way you kissed her last night. the way you looked at her, that love and adoration in your eyes, the way your soft lips felt on hers.

the smile on her face grew even bigger when she finally got to the kitchen, seeing you next to the stove, flipping pancakes. you're wearing one of her t-shirts, the material hanging off your shoulders.

for a few seconds, abby just watches you. leaning against the doorframe. she's soaking it all in- you, cooking in your shared kitchen, in your shared apartment, in her clothes. it's almost as if time has stopped outside of your little home together, it's like it's just the two of you in the entire world. just by looking at you, abby has been consumed with a warm, happy and calm feeling.

in a little bit, abby will break out of her trance and walk up you, wrap her arms around your waist and rest her chin on your shoulder. you'll greet her with a soft "mornin' abby" and lean back into her touch. you'll ask her to get some plates, she'll give your exposed shoulder a kiss and open the cabinets.

and when you finally get to sit down to eat your breakfast, she'll mumble a thank you for the pancakes before stuffing her face. youäll just smile softly at her before happily replying; "anything for my girl"

your beautiful blurb made me want to make strawberry jam with abby 😔💌

ugh cause imagine going on one of those strawberry ranches where you pay to pick strawberries for an hour or two and bring home, a cute little date idea you suggest a few weeks ago. on the ride back home you insist that abby must learn your secret jam recipe (which is actually a super basic recipe you found years ago on google, but you’ve perfected it at this point so it’s kinda yours)

anyways, abby stands beside you while you show her how to do it and is more than happy to be the one removing all the foam while the jam is boiling on the stove. when it’s finished she carefully pours it into the jar you prepared, and when it’s cooled off and she does a taste test she only grins at you before letting out a soft “have a taste babe, it’s perfect”

can you imagine abby melting when reader whisper "home" while being held by her strong arms after a long stressful day 😞

a/n: my heart anon you don’t understand what putting this scenario in my head is doing to me, also this became so, so much longer than i thought it would. sorry not sorry

it never gets easy.

no amount of training and no amount of assignments you’ve completed will ever make it easy. you’ve been doing this for a while, and you’re still haunted by memories. you have the physical strength to fight, that’s not the issue, all those hours in the gym while training has paid off.

the feeling of nausea at the smell of blood, the shiver that runs down your spine every time you take someone out during a mission, just never goes away.

until now you had been holding onto the hope that one day you’d be too desensitised to be affected anymore. one day, killing people- scars, scavengers, hell, even infected, would be easy. you would no longer spend hours scrubbing away that dirty feeling all over your skin after a kill.

oh, how naive of me.

it hits you as you head towards your room. you’ve always been aware deep inside that this violence and the murder will never feel right, you’ll never be able to swallow the distaste down, but now you have accepted it. and accepting it is heavy, it hurts, burns, weighs you down.

maybe, it was the scar kid that made you realise it. she had been running towards you blind with rage, and you had shot an arrow right at her without hesitation. maybe, it was the fact that as she laid dead in front of you she reminded you of someone you lost. or maybe, it was the fact that she was so young.

killing a kid will never be easy.

at some point, you turn away from the corridor in which your room is in. you can’t be alone anymore. your entire body feels cold, and your hands are shaking. the past years it’s like you’ve numbed your discomfort at least to an extent, hiding behind the naive thinking that it would become easier at some point.

now you’ve faced the cold truth, and there’s nothing you can hide behind anymore.

when your fists hit the door and you wait for her to come open, the unsettling realisation has grown into a heavy and dark hole inside of you. you could swear it almost burns, and it completely overwhelms you.

it doesn’t feel like you’re here. or anywhere, really. it will never be easy. so you’re just supposed to do this shit till you’re dead, no matter how much it wears you down.

without even noticing it yourself, your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re hyperventilating. the black hole inside of you continues to grow bigger, until it feels like it will consume you.

when the door is slammed open you almost don’t notice. it’s abby’s voice that takes you out of it, that grounds you in reality again. the hole inside your chest is still there, but it stopped growing. her presence makes a warmth slowly spread throughout you, the cold feeling disappearing.

“hey, you okay?” she’s reaching out her arm, placing her hand on your shoulder. concern is written all over her face, but you can’t bring yourself to reply.

all you can do is wrap your arms around her, pressing your face against her collarbone. she’s unmoving for a second, before engulfing you in a hug as well. her warmth consumes you, forces the hole inside of you to shrink and shrink, until it’s almost unnoticeable. almost.

she tries to ask you again, tries to ask what happens. asks you if you need something, all you do is shake your head. you already have all you need right here in between your arms.

“home.” it’s whispered against abby’s shirt, said so casually and soft. home is safety, comfort. home is your safe space, home is where you’re protected. so how could any other place than her arms be called your home?

if you only could see abby’s face, her eyes filled with adoration. you swear she hugs you a little tighter, leans into your touch a little bit more and you feel the featherlight touch of her lips on the top of your head.

yeah, it doesn’t get easier. but you have abby, and maybe that’s all you need.

abby be like: hey! ( with the intention of staring at the stars together <3 )

aaaaah! i feel abby would try to ask you out for a stargazing date, chicken out and squeak out a “as friends” while blushing (like anyone’s gonna believe that)

she picks you up that night and oh my god, you look amazing. you’re wearing one of her favourite dresses and you got the hoodie she let you borrow a few weeks ago. you’re quick to clarify she’s not getting it back yet (ever) and you’re just bringing it with you in case it’s cold. how is she gonna make it through this da- totally platonic hangout between two friends?

abby would probably die if she ever admitted this, but she picked up a book about constellations at the library before even asking you out. the plan was to learn some cool constellation and space facts, woo you with her star knowledge and win your heart.

at first she’s nervous, the blush not leaving her cheeks and she keeps on stuttering. it’s a little bit embarrassing, but you love it. it’s nice to see her a little bit flustered once in a while, and it’s even more nice to see her blush on your date together (because once again, like anyone would believe she’s only asking you out as a friend)

time passes by quickly, and even though you got your hoodie on now it’s still getting really cold. of course abby notices you shivering, moving closer to you on the blanket y’all have been laying on.

you’re so close now that your hands are basically touching and if you both just turn your heads slightly abby thinks your lips are close enough to kiss.

a few moments of silence before you let out a breathy “hey abby?” and she turns her entire body towards you, now laying on her side, before letting out a soft “hmm?”

abby barely has time to register that you’ve now also turned over before you kiss her. it’s barely a kiss, more of a peck, and the position you’re both laying in is slightly awkward. but abby doesn’t even think about that, instead all she can focus on is the fact that you just kissed her.

you lean back and look at her lips, then her eyes, then her lips again. “i like you.” you say it so easily and it knocks the wind out of abby’s lungs. “not just as a friend” you add, and your tone is slightly teasing.

abby gives you a small smile before going in for a real kiss this time.

what if ellie and abby r sisters? reader is a close friend of ellie, ellie has invited her and dina over for a girls' night and that's when reader meets abby for the first time, in their kitchen. abby who shows up in just her bra and sweatpants low on her hips...... ....

(eng is not my first language sorry for typos or any mistake omg😞😞)

a/n: your english is amazing so don't worry! also never feel the need to say sorry for typos or your english in any way, because english isn't my first language <33

you didn't know ellie had a sister.

you were sitting on the counter and laughing at something stupid ellie just said. and dina was your designated bartender for tonight, she had been mixing some drinks together for the three of you all night.

the plan was to have a long night of drinks, movies, and some face masks- cause you know, self-care and all that. it was ellie's suggestion to celebrate exam season finally being over, and you were more than happy to join in on the fun.

you had just popped a grape in your mouth when you were surprised to hear a door being opened somewhere in the house. "i thought it was just us here?" the question was directed at ellie, and she had shook her head in annoyance before answering.

"jus' my stupid sister" and just as you were supposed to yell out; "since when do you have a sister?" someone came into the kitchen.

when you laid your eyes on her, you honestly choked on your own saliva. not only does ellie have a sister, ellie has a hot sister. she was standing in the doorway, grey sweatpants on and a sports bra. her biceps are huge, and when you finally managed to drag your eyes to meet hers, she smirks at you.

"thought i told you to stay in your room, abby. i got friends over if you can't tell" ellie had gruffed before she leaned back onto the counter right next to where you were sitting. if you had been able to pay attention to any other than the woman in the doorway, you'd see the way dina had smiled at you knowingly.

"relax, just fillin' my water bottle."

when you heard her voice you almost creamed yourself. seriously, she said one sentence and you're just melting into a puddle. where had this abby girl been all your life?

the kitchen suddenly fell silent as abby got some more water. your eyes had been trained on her back, watching the way her muscles flexed as she moved. when she had walked out of the kitchen, she took one last glance at you all over her shoulders. "bye, ellies friends!"

the kitchen had stayed silent for a little bit more, the only sound being dina finishing some more drinks. the moment you heard the door somewhere in the hose close, you turned your upper body to ellie.

"hey els?"

"yeah?" she wasn't really paying attention, she had been busy eating the grapes from the tray next to you. your next words had ellie spluttering a quick "fuck off" and dina laughing loudly while giving you your glass.

"please tell me your sister's gay"

thinking about reader who’s been flirting with clueless abby since they first became friends, only to run into abby and owen in a bar on a night out.

he’s way too close to her for your liking, bumping into her shoulders and leaning into her, whispering something in her ear with a stupid smirk. abby’s awkward when she introduces the two of you to each other. judging by the cold look and strained smile he gives you, owen isn’t a big fan of you either.

you end up staying with abby and her friends for a while, pushing down the jealousy bubbling inside of you. you knew abby was a little bit oblivious, but surely she must have realised your efforts to flirt with her. she has to have, right?

abby’s friend, manny, mumbles something about him and owen having to get up early in the morning and they both start heading out the door. manny has, unlike owen, been real nice to you all day. trying to include you in the conversations, asking you questions about yourself.

he even gives you a quick goodbye hug before leaving, yeah, manny is a really nice dude. owen, on the other hand, is not a nice dude. he just gives you a glance before turning to abby. he's pulling on her arm and muttering something, you can't tell what it is but judging by abby's scrunched-up eyebrows she doesn't like what he's saying

when she shakes her head at him, he finally takes a step back and takes a quick look over his shoulder. when you meet his eyes it feels like you won something, because there's an undeniable look of defeat plastered over his face. his shoulders are slumped over, and finally, he takes his jacket and leaves with manny.

"so, you're staying here?" abby looks up at you and gives you a coy smile before letting out a soft; "yeah, i'm staying here with you. why?"

the fact that she said "with you" and not just "i'm staying" is enough to make the original annoyance of running into abby with owen to disappear, and instead you're giddy. "just thought you'd go home with your boyfriend." you try to fake nonchalance, shrugging your shoulders before bringing your glass to your lips.

abby just looks at you with a confused look, eyebrows furrowed and her lips pulled into a pout before the realisation dawns on her. "oh, owen? he's not my boyfriend" and she gives you this smile, as if she's finally caught on what you've actually been getting on this entire time.

"good." is all you say, before taking a step closer to her. abby bites her lips and her smile has grown even bigger. "good?" she laughs while saying it, the combination of alcohol and her oh-so-beautiful laughter making a warm, fuzzy feeling take over you.

"yeah, good."

in love with the idea of cuddling under a bunch of soft blankets and fluffy duvets with abby ☹️

it’s snowing outside your window. the floor of the cabin is cold underneath your feet, even with your fuzzy socks on. staring out of the window, looking at the soft snowflakes slowly falling to the ground.

you can hear abby finishing up the dishes in the kitchen, and you can’t help but smile. it was your turn to cook tonight, which meant it was her turn to clean up afterwards but little does abby known you’ve been taking advantage of the fact that she’s busy cleaning up after you.

because you’ve been setting up your bed all cozy. getting all the blankets and comforters you have, fluffing up the pillows real nice.

imagine abby’s face when she walks into the bedroom. at first her eyes are looking around in the room, trying to locate you. when she sees you next to the window, looking at the snow falling outside she just smiles.

it’s when she’s silently walking up to you that she notices the bed. you’ve changed all the bed sheets, filled the bed with blankets and a few more comforter, placed the pillows perfectly in the middle.

“this all for me?” she asks from behind you, reaching out to circle her strong arms around you. abby can feel you relax against her and she presses a soft kiss against your neck.

“yeah, wanted to do somethin’ nice for you” you mumble, still having your eyes on the snowy outdoors.

“my girl is too nice for me, you’re going to spoil me…” she whispers against your skin before pressing another soft kiss against your neck. slowly removing her arms from around you, she instead takes your hand carefully and starts leading you to the soft bed.

it doesn’t take long for your cold feet to heat up under the covers, and having abby’s warm body against yours certainly helps. you lay there with her, the only thing being heard in the quiet cabin your soft whispers to each other.

abby loves that type of fuck session when her and pretty gf cuddle after they fuck and get horny and fuck again 💙

hell yeah, she does! imagine coming down from your high, having abby hold you in her lap and kissing your forehead. your legs are slightly shaking, and the only sound that can be heard in the room is your heavy breathing.

abby’s upper body is pressed against yours, and there’s something oddly comforting with feeling her sweaty and warm skin against yours. you drag your arms upwards and wrap them around her back carefully, playing with strands of her hair. abby’s arms are snakes around your waist and she’s now pressing kisses all over your face.

finally, her lips end up on yours. the kiss is slow and soft, and doesn’t end until both of you have to break apart to breathe. just the sight of abby’s wet lips is enough to have your mind wandering and you can’t help it but kiss her once again. this time more intensely, and with a deep desire behind it.

the only thing that can be heard in the room is the sounds of the kiss. abby’s hands start gripping onto your waist harder, and she even lets out a whimper against your lips. you can’t help but move your hips in search of friction at her sounds, and when abby lets out a small moan you take the chance and slip your tongue into her mouth.

abby’s lips are intoxicating, you’re not sure how long you stay there just kissing and slightly moving your hips on top of her. eventually, you pull away. abby tries to move with you, trying to continue the kiss. the sound of her whining at the loss of your lips makes you weak.

“abby, i just-“ she interrupts you with another kiss, trying to deepen it before you force yourself to pull away to finish your sentence. “need to taste you, please?”

what style do you think modern abby dina and ellie would have? ♡♡♡♡

i honestly think ellie would have the same style that she has in tlou2. flannels and a little bit of a grandpa style (thinking about her rocking joel’s jacket) kind off… sunky core y’know. always uses converse no matter the season, has a pair of black headphones she takes with her everywhere with a bunch of stickers on. she wears a lot of rings and bracelets, and she has a signature necklace with joel’s old guitar pick. i think she’d like green a lot, and her room would be be filled with plants and those plastic plant vines you can hang on your wall/from your roof. nerdy posters all over her walls, with planets and dinosaurs and nerd stuff. starts getting patchwork tattoos as she gets older, many of them designed by herself, a few professional and a few stick’n’pokes.

as for dina i headcanon her as someone who would be enrolled in a billion different dance classes so she uses clothes that she can dance in, and that looks good dancing in. i think dina wears a lot of darker shades of red, and that she likes to wear long flowy skirts. i also see dina with a lot of piercings in her ears. she can keep earrings in while dancing, and they’re more comfortable to dance with than the most necklaces and bracelets. also think she’d like floral patterns and stuff on her clothes. also think dina would keep her hair down more often, and every once in a while she’d show up with some crazy coloured highlights in her hair. hot pink, blue, hell she even tried green once. in general she likes colours and don’t like dressing too plain.

abby is a total gym rat. mostly wears vintage/plain t-shirts that show of her biceps, likes to wear cargo pants or sweatpants. when it’s warm abby wears knee length gym shorts or jorts. abby always has her airpods in wherever she goes. mostly wear her hair in a braid or ponytail cause it’s easier when playing sports or working out. has a varsity jacket (obviously she plays whatever sport the university she goes to is the best at, volleyball, basketball, american football, football.) abby is a nike girl everyday of the week, and strictly wears airforce ones when she isn’t in the gym or on the (insert sport here)’s field. rarely wears jewellery because she would have to take them out all the time for her sport, but does have one earring on each ear . i can see her with very simple gold studs that her dad got her years ago. will walk around with her girlfriends scrunchie on the wrist at all times

thinking about being abby’s best friend and absolutely hating owen. you don’t think he deserves abby at all, he’s such a douche. he’s just not good enough for her, that’s it.

it’s totally not because you’ve been hopelessly in love with your best friend for the past five years. nope, it’s cause she could do so much better than that. owen is an idiot. he’s not her boyfriend yet, but they’re definitely past the talking-stage now. just a matter of time before they make it official.

when abby shows up at your front door for your weekly sleepover, snacks in hand and her bag hanging off her shoulders, you push your thoughts about owen to the back of your mind and focus on her instead. focus on abby, focus, focus, focus.

when you’re both laying on your bed, watching some old romcom on your computer, you don’t notice the way abby looks at you. you’re fully focused on the screen, but abby’s eyes never leave your face. it’s not until she reaches over the pause the movie you look up, and the look in her eyes is enough to have you blushing.

“hey…” abby nibbles on her lip before continuing; “is something wrong?” there’s a concern in her voice, and she looks genuinely worried. you stay silent for a few more seconds while your eyes dart around her face. you hope, hope she doesn’t notice the way your eyes linger on her lips.

“what do you mean?” you’re playing dumb now, you know she’s not really talking about tonight. you’ve been acting weird lately, avoiding your friend group and when you do actually spend time with them you don’t really talk too much anymore.

but how can you tell abby it’s cause her stupid boyfriend is there and you hate his guts? that something is wrong, and that is that she’s with him and not with someone like you.

“c’mon, something’s off. you can tell me, we’re friends right?” and abby bumps her shoulder into yours, and nibbles on on her lips again. just hearing the word friends is enough to make the feeling of disappointment spread in your chest. letting out a defeated; “yeah, we’re friends.”

abby just keeps on looking at you, waiting for an explanation why you’ve been weird. you can tell she’s not going to drop it so eventually you cave in. “just don’t do wanna get in the way, or like i don’t want to… third wheel? just don’t wanna…”

it’s a lousy excuse. really, how can you be the third wheel when manny’s always there? you’re like, the fourth wheel.

you feel a little bit embarrassed when looking at abby, but she just seems confused. “who you third wheeling?”

“uh, you and owen?” now you’re the one confused. who else could you possibly be talking about? are you missing something, or has abby been hit by a sudden wave on amnesia?

the embarrassment you felt earlier just grows stronger when abby starts laughing at you. it’s not a mean laughter, more like a surprised one. still stings though.

“me and owen aren’t- we’re not together or anything.” abby just leans her face closer to yours, and you can practically feel her breath on your own lips.

a bitter “yet” is all you let out and abby can’t help but smile at the pout on your face. she lets out a breathy laugh, bumping into your shoulder once again. “oh my god, me and owen are not going to get together. ever.”

“but i thought-“ and before you can finish your sentence, abby interrupts you. “i’m not even into owen like that. i like someone else” abby’s words has you speechless, feeling your cheeks heat up in frustration. so it’s not owen that you need to worry about, but someone else. great.

somehow it felt worse that it was someone else. because owen has always been a douche. it’s easier to compete against an asshole like him than someone who’s actually nice, and funny, and pretty. three boxes that this mysterious crush probably ticked off.

“what? who?” your hands are on her shoulders now, and you playfully shake her. abby just smiles mockingly at you before she presses the space bar on your computer, the movie you had forgotten about how playing again.

“hey! you gotta tell me, we’re like best friends, best friends tell each other everything” you wince after speaking, cause you don’t tell her everything. guilting abby into telling you about this crush when you haven’t told her about your crush feels low, but it’s too late now. your words are left hanging in the air, until abby suddenly starts speaking again.

“okay, okay. i actually thought she knew i liked her, been into her since forever.” she completely lost you the moment she said “she” instead of “he”. ever since you two first became friends all abby ever had eyes for were boys. and you had learnt to be fine with that, knowing that she would never look at you like she looked at those guys.

you didn’t know if it made you happy to hear this, if it felt good knowing you had more of a chance with her than you initially believed. it did feel a little bit like you were playing in the same league now that you knew she had eyes for women as well.

but you knew that there was no guarantee that she one day would reciprocate your feelings just because she liked women. it felt bittersweet, and lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice abby had stopped talking. slowly, she closed your laptop completely and moved it further away from you two.

when she moved in front of you and into a sitting position, you finally snapped out of it. sitting up as well, trying to play the way you zoned off. “sorry, you were saying?”

“i said, i thought she knew. that i liked her. but i’m not sure anymore” it almost felt as if she was teasing you, with her head leaning to the side and that small playful smile on her lips.

“really? why’s that?” clearing your throat, trying to make yourself sound casual and cool. abby leans forward a little bit, and whispers as if she’s telling you her biggest secret. “she keeps on inviting me to her apartment for weekly movie dates. but i’m starting to suspect that she thinks they’re friendly hangouts and not dates”

if there’s one thing abby anderson has always been good at, it’s making you speechless. tonight is no exception, and if honestly takes you a good minute to manage to get any words out.

“oh my god, abby! you’re totally fucking with me!” it does feel a little bit humiliating, but obviously abby doesn’t know you like her like that. so how would she be able to know about the hurt her joke left you with?

“no, i’m not!” all she does is laugh at you, grabbing onto your shoulders before letting out a soft; “it’s you. i like you”

and before you know it, abby presses her lips against yours. it’s a soft and quick kiss, innocent and pure, but it’s enough to make butterflies spread through your body.

”wait- why, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” it’s hard to get the sentence out, all you can focus on is the way abby’s staring at your lips.

“like i said, thought you knew. until you started getting so jealous over owen” and you open your mouth to deny the accusations before you realise there’s no point. also, abby likes you back. who cares if she knows you were jealous of owen? “even manny knew, said he could see it in my eyes and all. didn’t realise you’d be so oblivious-“

“abby, just shut up and kiss me again.” and abby grins at you one last time before leaning in, your lips so close they’re almost touching. she mumbles something against your mouth before pressing another kiss, this one much longer and less soft.

“yes, ma’am”

abby love is definitely “only have eyes for you” kind of love <3

i don’t think it’s healthy how high my standards have become because of abby fics (and honestly abby in the game as well, cause like no one loves like that women and that’s canon)

y’know those couples that just feels like they make sense, that have stuck together for years and years, and if they ever broke up everyone who’s ever met them would grieve as if their own parents just announced a divorce? that’s you and abby.

the way you and abby’s relationship progresses just seems natural. you meet, become friends, then best friends, somewhere along the lines you fall in love with each other. one day she slips a key over the kitchen table while you’re having dinner, and it’s her way to (silently) ask you to move in with her. and eventually she buys you a ring, and it takes a while for her to propose to you because she wants everything to be perfect.

(eventually she pops the question, and all you can do is laugh at her. you’re both laying in bed, and abby just laughs with you. she assumes you’re laughing because she chose a moment like this to ask you the big question. but then you reach over to your side of the bed, open your nightstand and pull out a ring box. and then you’re taking it out, sliding it onto her finger and whispering a “can’t believe you beat me to it” as she slides the ring on your finger)

god the Abby and ellie being sisters blurb has me biting the tip of my finger pleaseee write more 🙏

— minors dni

you should be embarrassed, really.

should be embarrassed by how desperate you are, how pathetic you’re behaving. ellie’s already told you you’re being weird, telling you to stop ogling her idiot sister. says it makes her wanna barf, and she still refuses to tell you if her abby’s gay.

refuses to tell you if you have a chance with her sister. but that doesn’t stop you, still taking every chance you get to get close to abby.

hanging out at ellie’s more often just to get a glimpse of her sister. you know you should be embarrassed, cause you’re acting like a lovestruck little teen. not only are you basically occupying your friend’s home, but you’re getting ready for hours on hours, and making sure you look your best, just in case abby’s there when you arrive.

even though you know you should be embarrassed, you just can’t. all you feel is excitement, and you’re so intrigued by the your friend’s older sister that any shame or embarrassment has been thrown out a long time ago.

abby barely knows your name, and yet you’re fawning over her like this. you should be embarrassed, but you can’t.

another girls’ night at ellie’s ends up with dina and ellie both fast asleep halfway through your movie marathon. you on the other hand, is still wide awake. tossing and turning in the couch, trying to finally fall asleep like your two friends cuddled up next to you.

but trying to go to sleep is pointless. and you know why.

abby wasn’t home, but just being in her house was enough to keep you on edge. you can’t stop thinking about the last time you saw her, how she walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel tightly wrapped around her.

you always thought she looked good, but nothing could measure to the way she looked that day. she had let her hair loose, which made sense- she just came out off the shower after all, and her biceps. oh god, the way her arms looked. skin still a little bit wet, her muscles glistening.

the worst part though?

when abby noticed you shamelessly checking her out, she gave you a quick nod and smirked at you. and you can’t help but wonder if she understands the power she holds over you.

giving up trying to fall asleep, you get up and start heading to the kitchen. just thinking about abby in that towel is enough to make your mouth dry, and you need a glass of water right now.

rummaging trough the cabinet in the dark, not even having bothered to turn the lights, your mind is still stuck on abby. it’s just not that she’s hot, but she’s really cool. ellie had accidentally let it slip that she was going to one of abby’s hockey games, before quickly adding an unconvincing “just ‘cause joel’s making me though.”

abby played for the university hockey team, and she was really good at it. stalking through her socials showed that she was an appreciated member of her team, always getting praise on her posts after big games.

lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear the front door opening and the thumping of someone’s footsteps. it’s not until the lights are flickered on that you react, and you almost let out a scream in surprise.

“relax, it’s just me” and of course, it’s abby who’s standing in the door frame. you’re getting flashbacks to the first time you ever met her, and as she walks towards you the smell of her perfume fills your nostrils. just keep it together, be normal.

she’s standing close and looking at you with such confidence you almost melt at her feet. abby surprises you when she says your name, before letting out a soft; “ellie’s friend, right?”

you didn’t think she knew your name, but it makes sense. ellie probably mentions you (and dina’s) name more often than you think, considering that you’re the only people she really hangs out with.

realising you’ve taken too long to respond, you just nod quietly. you can’t take your eyes of hers, feeling frozen now that you finally get her to yourself. it’s now the embarrassment creeps up on you, because you’re just so fucking awkward. giving yourself a mental slap, you try to muster up the courage to say something, but abby is faster than you.

“is ellie asleep already?” the question makes you a little bit confused, but you guess she’s curious as to why the house is so quiet and you’re up all alone. squeaking out a “yes”, your heart leaps when abby takes another step towards you.

she flashes that smirk that makes you weak in the knees, leaning her head to the side and licking her lips before whispering “good.”

abby anderson is made of sunlight 💛

a/n: couldn’t stop thinking about christina’s sun monologue to meredith in grey’s anatomy, so i had to get that in here (sorry not sorry)

i've said this before and i'll say it again, summer is abby's season. not only does it bring out her pretty freckles even more and give her pretty skin a sun-kissed glow, it's the time of the year she can reach her final form.

abby is just the embodiment of summer.

you first realise it the very first time time she smiles at you. when she shows you her pearly whites, and her entire face lights up, you realise it. that abby anderson is the sun.

she has an ability to spread a sense of warmth through you, an ability only she and the sun has. when you pull a smile out of her the way she makes you feel is the same feeling you get when the sun starts showing again after the winter.

think about months of darkness and coldness, there being no difference between night and day- and then think about how it feels when the sun appears again. being blessed by the warm feeling on your face as you let the sun shine on you.

think about how it feels to soak in the summer heat, how it feels to lay down on the grass or sand. when the warm sun allows your entire body to relax in a way that it never has before.

that’s what abby does to you, that’s what she does to everything around her. i think you’ll tell her one day, and she’ll be speechless. you’re arguing with her, and arguments with abby comes rarely. she spreads too much happiness through your veins for you to ever make you mad.

it’s the way owen treats her that starts it. it angers you, and what makes you even more angry is the way she allows it. it’s as if she believes she deserves it, as if she can’t see that she’s like the sun.

you try to talk sense into her, but it’s not working. instead, she gets angry with you. you’re not met with the beautiful smile you’ve grown accustomed to, but instead a scowl. she starts off with defending owen, but then you say that she deserves more. and that you can’t believe why she lets someone step over her like that.

she starts pressing you, asking what it is to you. she’s angry and offended for owen, which only spurs you on more. after that it’s downhill, you open your mouth and can’t stop.

“abby, you’re a great soldier and extraordinary friend.” she’s still mad at you, you see the way her nostrils flare and the way her fists clench.

“don’t let owen eclipse that.” the anger runs off you, and suddenly you’re speaking more quietly. a little bit breathless, and you’re reaching out your hand but suddenly retract it. as if you were about to reach out to her. and you can see that abby’s calming down as well, the fire in her eyes slowly disappearing.

“he’s very… charming. but he’s not the sun. you are.” you leave her speechless and you can’t help but swallow. wait for her reaction, for her to say something. instead she only looks down at the floor, and then up.

when you meet her eyes again, the fire is completely gone. instead her eyes are filled with something that makes you feel warm in that way she always make you feel. gone is the angry abby, and here is the sun you’re used to.

abby’s the embodiment of summer. it’s like someone picked down sun from the sky with their very own hands and placed her here. you keep on staring at her, and the sun beams back at you.

the iconic sister duo have piercings? (please don't judge me but i'm a simp for abby with a tongue piercing and ellie with the eyebrow one)

yes, they do! (also don't worry about being judged for something like that, i mean who wouldn't simp for pierced abby and ellie)

abby actually got her tongue pierced in a heated moment of rebellion, she knows she shouldn't have any oral piercings while playing sports but she just wanted to do something spontaneous for once and not be limited by her extracurricular activities.

her coach wasn't happy, but no matter how much he scolded her for how reckless it was to keep the piercing in or even that she had her tongue pierced in the first place abby can't seem to regret the decision. not only does it symbolise her free will (at least that's what manny said) but the ladies dig it. the ladies dig it real bad.

to no one's surprise, ellie only got her face pierced after she found out abby got her piercing done. joel assumed it was a case of sibling competitiveness, that ellie did it to try to one-up abby. that's the official reason ellie uses as well because she would rather die than admit that she only got it cause abby looked really, really cool with hers. and ellie wanted to be cool just like her sister.

of course, no one can know that though. if it ever gets back to abby ellie is sure she'll never hear the end of it, and she would rather not give abby any more material to tease her about.

abby saying "my sweet baby" 🥰🥴🥺 "my pretty girl" 🥺🥴😩🥵 "my love" 🥰🥴🥺😇🙈😩 "my perfect little angel" 🥵😩🥴🥴🥰💦💦

— minors dni!

she doesn’t realise what it does to you at first. key words, at first.

it’s not until she’s working her fingers into you while muttering praises of; “look at my pretty girl” and “that feel good, my sweet baby”. abby feels the way you tighten around her digits, and when the whimper you let out reaches her ears she groans.

it makes her move her fingers faster, makes her curl them and slightly widen the two fingers inside of you. the plan was to take it slow tonight, abby wanted to romance you with a home cooked dinner, woo you with some slow and sensual music and then take you to bed and make love to you.

but all that is thrown out the window now. all abby can think about is to make you cum as fast as possible, to get you ready for the strap that’s laying in a box underneath the bed. it doesn’t take long, and abby is grateful for that, her patience was wearing thin already.

she knows you’re getting there, she recognises the way your expression changes and the breathless whispers of her name. when she starts to whisper, you’re done for. coming undone her fingers as her oh so sweet voice spreads throughout the room.

“yeah, you like that? being my pretty girl?”

i need comphet!abby to see me for the first time and then immediately start questioning her sexuality🤞🏼

a/n: i fucking love comphet!abby, thank you for this anon. also i’m exhausted from my exam and will be making an early night, night night peeps

abby always thought that love was as far away from what the movies painted it out to be that it could possibly be.

that love at first at sight, when everything turned into slow motion and some cheesy music started playing in the background- or even that feeling of always being filled with butterflies.

she never felt that way with owen. no, what she had with owen was nothing like that. nothing like this.

abby had been walking down the hallway of campus, on the way to the gym, when she suddenly bumped into someone. her eyes had been set on her phone, and she hasn’t paid attention to where she was going.

in the middle of trying to apologise to whoever she just fucking knocked to the floor, her words had died out on her tongue when she looked up at you.

it had felt like one of those movies, when everything halted down to slow motion and abby swore she had started hearing the soft sounds of a piano playing in the background. when you squeaked out a “sorry” it was like you shot an arrow through her heart.

god, you’re cute. and beautiful.

she blames it on the fact that you’re just too pretty, she’s human after all and all humans appreciate beauty. abby won’t realise why she felt that way until much later on, long after she’s helped you pick up your stuff scattered all over the floor, after she asks for your number since she just wants more friends on campus.

it’s not until you’ve sparked up a friendship that it dawns on her, that the movies were right about love. she just hadn’t been looking on the right direction.

i’ve been doing some thinking about comphet!abby specifically when she first realised that there’s a small possibility that she likes you more than a friend.

it all started when owen and her fell apart. abby can’t bring herself to put the blame on owen for breaking up with her. knowing that ever since she started hanging out with you she hadn’t been trying anymore. not really spending that much time with him anymore, and whenever they did hang out she was always kind of in her own world.

when he confronted her, abby couldn’t bring herself to even try to save the relationship. she just didn’t care. when owen had asked her why, why they never seem to spend any time with each other, abby only muttered a soft “i’m sorry.”

she couldn’t tell him what she was really thinking. that her first response to his question had been something so… she couldn’t tell him her thoughts, she felt rude and dismissive, and abby cared about him too much owen to hurt him more than she had already done.

he has only pinched the bridge of his nose in response before continuing to speak. “this- this isn’t working, abbs. no dates, no i love yous anymore, no sex for god knows how long.” he was surprisingly calm, even though he was visibly frustrated he didn’t raise his voice once. it felt odd, this owen who was standing in front of her.

“this isn’t a relationship anymore. maybe it’s time we go back to what we used to be, and what we did best.” abby looks at him, her eyes cold and uncaring. she knows what’s coming, but can’t bring herself to fight for this relationship. instead she feels glad.

“maybe we should just be friends.” and god, abby doesn’t think she’s ever agreed with him more on anything.

on the way to your apartment, abby’s replaying the conversation she had with owen. she knows you’re waiting for her with ice cream and some of those sappy movies you love so much, the breakup cure as you called it.

she texted you the moment owen left her home, and you seemed to have taken her text as a need to be comforted. who could blame you though?

that would be normal right, to need comfort after you just got dumped by your boyfriend?

but abby doesn’t feel the need to be comforted. all she feels is relief. she doesn’t know why, maybe she was relieved that he did it so she wasn’t forced to. and maybe she texted you instead of her best friend manny because… she doesn’t know why she texted you, instead of someone else.

when she makes it up the stairs in your building, she replays owen’s question and her thoughts at the moment one last time. she just can’t make sense of it, why she would ever think that after he asked her the question.

“why? why don’t you ever hang out with me anymore?”

why? why would i when i have her?