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screaming, crying, throwing up, as I force myself to write a story i'm very passionate about and love writing and have no obligation to write except that i want to

[moonywritings]

Abby is a lesbian. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[moonywritings]

slumber party

bestfriend!abby x bestfriend!reader

summary: your best friend abby calls you up for a sleepover after having not spent time together in months.

clingy!abby, friends to lovers, college!abby, college!reader, fem!reader, y/n used once, medicalstudent!abby, fluff, minor angst but mostly it's one sided, no specific descriptions of reader other than them being shorter than abby and having their hair uncovered at night

wc: 3.2k

Abigail anderson. Your best friend since primary school. Your longest friendship. Your longest crush.

You hadn't always had a crush on Abby. Sure you loved her, but only really as a friend. That was, until junior year of highschool when her body had started noticeably changing. She started working out more, her biceps bulging through every tshirt. She had a growth spurt too, now almost towering over you. You yourself weren't that short but her stature made for a quite prominent difference.

You weren't usually shallow, But c'mon. Abby was already one of the best persons in your life; smart, caring, trustworthy. Turns out you only needed that little extra push to transform your platonic admiration for her into something else. This had been going on for 5 years and you had zero intention of ever letting her know.

It would just be way too risky, confessing something like that. What if she wanted to cut you off? What if she was disgusted by your feelings? What if being friends for so long bit you in the ass and she saw you more like a sister?!

And plus, dropping something like that on her when she was already swept up by her studies to become a doctor most of the time, would be horrible. You figured, you just had to let the feelings die. Of course it was taking much longer than expected, going onto the 6th year of having said crush, but it just had to be done.

So when Abby told you her dad would be out of town and that you should sleep over, you found yourself at a crossroads. You could go, and spend time with your best friend and it be a great night. Or you could go and be so incredibly uncomfortable hiding your feelings.

"Come on, we haven't had a slumber party in ages. I feel like we're always so busy we barely have any time for each other anymore. which is crazy for us!" Abby suggested as she spoke to you over the phone.

Yeah, totally not because I've been purposefully distancing myself to get rid of this festering crush.

You responded, "I mean , don't you have studying to do? I'll just distract you."

"Dont worry about me. Plus, you wouldn't distract me, you never do." She replied with her honey-like voice that would never cease to make you melt.

"We both know that's a lie but sure." You gave in. It was your best friend. Plus you really hadn't had time together in the past few months.

It was just a sleepover with Abby. All you had to do was act normal and it'd be fine. It's just Abby.

Abby answered the door when you arrived, immediately pulling you in a for a hug, stating how much she missed you and how long its been since you properly hung out, just the two of you.

"This place hasn't changed at all." you say, looking around at the familiar picture frames of her and her dad still plastered in their same spots on the walls.

"Yeah, we're both pretty busy all the time so," she trailed off. "You want anything to drink?" she asked, grabbing your overnight bag from you and heading to place it in her room.

"Nah, but I'll help myself, it's fine." you respond, following her into her room.

Her room has seen a few minor changes, none of which younwerent aware of though. It might have been years since you actually set foot into her bedroom, but you still saw it regularly. During your as frequent as possible facetime calls, you got to see through her camera the little changes she'd make to her walls. Even got to help in the decision process sometimes.

"It's been a while since you've been in here huh?" she asked, sitting on the edge of her bed, eyeing you as you peered at all her stuff.

"Yeah, cant believe how long it's been." you replied, distracted by the sheer amount of personality visible on her walls and desk.

Her college textbooks neatly tucked away on the side of her desk in a stack, near her pencil holder that held various shades of highlighters and pens. There were multiple pictures on the wall directly above her desk, along with many post it's of medical terms. Most of them were of her and her dad, or of her dog froma. few years ago, Alice. But right in the middle there were two of you and her. One from when you were much younger, closer to the time you first became friends and the other from your highschool graduation.

You made a mental note to take more pictures with her once you overcame your crush.

You looked around for a moment more, realising there was no mattress or anything on the ground. Sure, you slept on the same bed together before but that was when you were kids. Years ago.

"Soooo should I sleep on the couch or the ground?" you asked jokingly, secretly hoping she'd actually have an answer.

She laughed, "Oh come on, it might've been some time but we're not strangers." she joked with her beautiful smile.

Fuck.

You chuckled at this, hoping it seemed genuine and didn't expose the fear you felt of being so close to her for so long. Abby, however, noticed your shift in energy. Choosing not to say anything, she promptly changed the subject.

"Alright, what's for dinner?" she got up from the bed and led you both back out to the living room. Grabbing the TV remote, she put on one of her rnb playlists. "I was thinking we could cook something, chat and catch up for a bit then maybe watch a movie or something."

Gosh, she'd really thought this through. "Abby I hope that you don't have outstanding assignments due while you're doing all of this," you scolded her, already getting back into the groove of things.

She sighed, "Uugggghhh no, mom. I'll have you know that I am actually very ahead of my assignments. And even if I were behind, I'd still wanna be hanging with you tonight."

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow as she came around your frame to hug you from behind. You forgot how physically affectionate she was, and how much you missed it. You tried to not lean into it too much. The last thing you needed right now was to give yourself any false hope.

"I just- I really need this right now," she said with a sigh that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, dropping her head on your shoulder. You were so caught up in your own thoughts and feelings that you hadn't even stopped to think about how stressful school and everything must be for her. You turned your head slightly towards her, faces mere inches away from each other.

"I really need this right now and you're so fucking tense that I can't even give you a proper hug!" she stated, attacking you with tickles.

You screamed in laughter as she jammed her fingers into your sides, not giving up her mission to make you laugh. You tried running away but her grip on you was too strong, as expected of abby. Your attempts, however, did lead you to toppling over the couch, with her on top of you. She continued tickling you as you laughed, both smiling wide.

Through squeals and breaths you tried to reason it her, "Okay! Okay stop."

"There she is," she smiled, finally halting the tickles. You looked up at her, trying so very hard not to grab her by the collar and kiss her stupid.

She sat up, straddling your hips as you still lay on the couch, breathing heavily. You raised your head slightly, looking her directly in the eyes.

Gathering her breath, she started, "Okay. Now tell me, what's going on with you?" she asked, pushing her flyaways behind her ears.

Confused you asked, "Me?"

"Mhmm, you've been all distant and weird around me for quite some time." she supplied, hands resting on her thighs. her big, muscular thighs. snap out of it!

Shit, she noticed. "I-" you didn't know how to respond.

Worry evident on her face she continued, "Did I do something? Because if I did you gotta let me know, i- I've been so focused on school and-"

"No! no, n- it's not anything you've done. don't worry" you answered, "I guess I've just been feeling a bit...." you pulled something out your ass quickly, "lonely, lately."

Not entirely wrong. It was gonna have to work.

"I'm sorry." she replied, empathy clear on her face as she leaned forward to hold your arms. "But hey, I guess this came at the perfect time then huh? You won't be lonely tonight, I'll make sure of it. 'kay? Now let's go make something and you have to tell me everything that's been going on with you." she pat your thighs before coming off. Her weight would be a missed presence on your lap.

The music played at a comfortable volume as you two easily maneuver around the kitchen, cooking up a simple pasta dish. You talked about anything and everything, fully catching each other up on what the other had missed in their lives. In all your attempts at dodging her and keeping your distance, you'd forgotten why you two were best friends in the first place.

Abby was easy to talk to. She always knew how to cheer you up and how to comfort you. As did you to her. When you would hang out, there was always fun to ensue. Which is exactly why you fell in love with her. But as you were here, having chopped and prepared all the other ingredients and awaiting the water to boil, dancing and laughing around the kitchen hand in hand with Abby, you decided that just for tonight you could forget the complications that having a crush on Abby would cause and just lean into your best friend whom you missed so much.

When the meal was done, you both retreated to the couch where you sat closely next to each other in search of a movie to watch.

"I feel like nothing looks good," Abby stated, as she kept scrolling through the site.

"We could always hate watch something?" you suggested cheekliy, knowing that Abby was already not a big movie person and that it would be an utter waste of time for her to watch one that wasn't good.

"Ha ha very funny." she deadpanned, "What's that one you always wanted to watch when we were younger? Let's just watch that."

"Are you sure? Because you'll have to put up with me quoting almost the entire thing. And singing all of the songs." you weren't really asking seeing as she had already found the film, Tangled, and was ready to press play.

"I'll be fine pumpkin."

She hadn't called you that name in years. It was nice to hear it again.

As promised you quoted almost all of the movie, under your breath though, so as to not annoy Abby too much. It was more like a light whisper/lipsync. Unbeknownst to you, while you were thoroughly enjoying what was one of your favourite movies ever, Abby hadn't even been paying attention. She'd been looking at you for the majority of the film's runtime, only looking at the screen when you turned to look at her and found her not focused enough.

"You're missing important character development here Abby, he bought the apples for maximus!"

After the movie you both cleaned the dishes, then went to her room.

Another thing you forgot to consider in all your rumination, showering. You and Abby weren't the shower together type of best friends but it was definitely a 'not a big deal if we see each other naked' type of deal. So you'd often change into and out of clothes in front of each other with no problems. If the whole night so far wasn't gonna do it, this would be the fucking nail in the coffin. Abby, changing out of her clothes, right in front of you.

You didn't want to come off as suspicious by clearly turning away but you also didn't want to feel like a perv and look at her in her underwear, knowing full well that you wished it were under different circumstances. So you opted for casually directing your attention to somewhere else in the room as she stood naked a few feet in front of you.

"I guess I'll go in first," she annouced grabbing her towel and leaving the room.

You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding as you quickly undressed and wrapped your towel around your body. You sat at the edge of her bed and waited for her to be done as you tried to calm your nerves.

It absolutely did not help your nerves when she stepped out of the bathroom and into her room, glistening from the shower. Muscles on full display, unbraided hair cascading down her back while some stuck to her face. She looked like a goddess. You quickly got up and headed into the shower, leaving her in her room to change.

It was like the more you decided to just let go of your feelings for Abby, the more she'd do things that made you fall for her all over again. You ended up taking way longer than usual in the bathroom, mustering up the courage to face her again while also trying to steady your heart rate.

Finally exiting the bathroom, changed and ready for bed, she closed the door, took off her bedroom light and hopped in right next to you. At first you both stayed silent, staring up at the ceiling, before she broke the silence.

"I'm really glad you were able to come," she expressed, turning on her side to face you.

You mimicked her position, scooting a little closer to the middle of the bed. "I'm glad I did."

You stared into each other's eyes for a moment, really taking the other in, before you spoke up again.

"You said you really needed this, what's going on with you?" you asked, poking a finger into her arm.

She looked down at where you touched her arm then back up into your eyes. Sighing with a smile, she responded, "School has been kinda stressful I guess, but to tell you the truth, I just missed you." She scooted closer to you, moving her hand from under her head to caressing yours.

No. She meant that as a friend of course. Do not get your hopes up again.

"You're tense again." she pointed out, hand still laying on your hair.

God, why was she so perceptive?!

"No I'm not?" you scoffed. Your deflection did not work on her.

"Yes you are. You've got that look in your eye again," she continued caressing your hair, "What's going on up there?"

You sat up, pulling away from her touch. She followed you in sitting upright on the bed.

You knew that lying about everything being fine would not work any better than it's been all day, so you figured you'd at least give her something.

"If I tell you, you might not want to hang around me anymore."

She looked at you incredulously. How could you ever think something like that? "Did you kill someone or something?" she teasingly suggested with a laugh, that being the only plausible situation in her head. She didn't miss how you looked at her, amusement absent on your face.

"Sorry, I just- no matter what it is, I won't stop being your friend y/n." she said seriously, one hand moving to touch your thigh.

"Please don't, because if I tell you and you really don't wanna be associated with me anymore it'll just hurt more." you barely got out, eyes becoming teary. You knew you were scared of something like this happening. Your increasing heartbeat and glassy eyes further proved just how terrified this made you.

If Abby wasn't worried before, she certainly was now. "Hey, I get to decide who stays in my circle and who doesn't okay?" She cradled your face.

You shook your head, still not giving into confession. "Everything's gonna change and I don't want it to so let's just forget it."

"If things have to change...then I'll just make sure it's for the better." How could she be so reassuring without even knowing what was going to be said? She held your chin, tilting your head to look at her.

With a sigh, you finally gave in, "I feel so much..love.....for you..since high school. And it's only gotten worse recently. I swear I've tried making it go away, I've tried so much. I don't wanna be a bad friend by springing this on you but i also know that trying and failing to hide it isnt doing me any favours either so.." Tears were streaming down your face, your sniffles becoming the most prominent sound in the room.

"And now because you know, things are never gonna be the same and I just wish I'd been better at hiding it. I wish I never had these feelings in the first place. Then this wouldn't be happening and I wouldn't have to lose my best friend right after we had so much fun together."

Abby was silent. Staring into your eyes, her expression unreadable. She looked down into her lap, a small smile growing on her lips, before looking back up at you.

She leaned forward till there was barely space in between the two of you. Abby glanced down at your lips then back up to your eyes, making it clear what she was referring to. "Can I?"

Your heart rate was through the roof. There's no way she wanted this too. "Are you not.. worried about how things are gonna be between us now?"

"I said I'd make sure the change was for the better, didn't I?"

"You can."

In what felt like zero time, Abby carefully crashed her lips onto yours. Her lips were soft, her touch gentle. It was exactly what you imagined this to be like.

Gently pulling away, she wiped your tears with her thumb, looking at you with so much love in her eyes you swore the rest of the world would now be void of it.

Through sniffles and smiles you apologized, "Sorry hah, I'm a mess."

"Did you really think I couldn't love you?" Abby asked, holding your face in her hands. "I've loved you before I even knew what love was, pumpkin."

Her efforts to wipe your tears were now fruitless, your eyes pouring out streams of emotion.

She pulled you in for a hug. This time, a proper one, without the weight of what could have been laying on your entire being. You shared one more kiss, Abby then kissing your forehead as you both lay down to finally sleep. A sleep void of worries and stress.

You were actually hers.

soooo sorry if that was basically 95% buildup for 5% payoff. I totally wrote this in a whim at late hours of the night. anyway, hope you enjoy. requests are open! to those whove requested, I am working on your stuff so have no fear :>

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wife!abby anderson who has no issues carrying you to bed when you accidentally fall asleep on the couch, cradling you in her arms because you’re her pride, her joy, her baby. so, when she falls asleep on the couch, you try your best to lift her, scooping your arms under her body like she always does to you. but, to no avail, you can’t. abby wakes up then, rubbing her eyes, angelic blues peering sleepily into yours as she rasps out in that tired voice of hers, “baby? what are you doing?” you feel so bad for waking her, giving her a little frown as you pull back and stand up. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you, i just, i wanted to bring you to bed. like you always do to me,” you mutter a bit embarrassedly. abby chuckles, sleep deprived brain making melodies of your words, because how could she be so enamored by a single human being? “oh, sweetie,” she laughs, taking your hand and kissing the back of it, her eyes reassuring. “i love you so much.”

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everyone was drawing this so naturally it was abbys turn

pls credit me if u repost elsewhere:)

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Decree # 13: No Scary Movies before Bed for Abby Anderson (#13)

abby’s voice is a whisper to match the darkness of the room. “hey, baby, are you asleep?”

“yeah” you respond in sleepy sarcasm. you shuffle deeper into your blanket.

“can i turn on the light?” this makes you peep open one bleary eye.

“uhm okay?”

the room is suddenly flooded with light from the bedside table.

the, open floor layout serves as a surprisingly large studio sized apartment, with a living, dining, and bedrooms in the same area as the kitchen. it’s wonderfully packed full of found books and pieces of art that took ages to collect. you and abby had lived here together for 17 months and each of you brought your own collections into one space. thanks to abby’s rank within the leaders of the WLF the apartment is big enough for you both to create a proper safe haven for yourselves.

however it’s not always as safe as you’d like it to be. especially tonight.

it’s been extremely stormy this winter and today has seattle bracing itself against wind coming through the bay and right against the stadium's walls. everyone was prepared for it. making sure the animals were inside and the crops were covered so everyone can hunker down for the big ocean storm. this storm has you and abby having a movie marathon. she found a bunch of intact dvds for the stadium collection and was rewarded with a functioning tv and dvd player for the storm. you picked out a romcom and a movie about found family while abby picked out two scary movies.

now four hours later, here you guys are, in bed, abby’s bedside lamp blinding you completely for a second.

“mmnph, you okay baby?” you mumble. your eyes are shut again, but you turn your body to face abby. the girl has moved to sit up against the headboard. she’s breathing deeply and clutching the blankets in her fists. when she doesn’t answer, you peek up at her with one eye. “baby?”

“yeah,” abby says when you sit up next to her. “i’m fine. i just couldn’t sleep. you can go back to sleep. i’m sorry.”

“no it’s fine!” you try to make eye contact with your girlfriend but it’s like she’s actively avoiding your eyes. “abby? did you have a bad dream?”

she looks at you from the corner of her eye. your face is earnest and full of love but abby knows what’s gonna happen next.

“i, uh, i had a dream about being sucked into a black hole. like, like the movie we watched.”

now, abby’s nightmares are rare. if she has them it’s either based on a book or movie she recently watched or the day at the hospital in salt lake. growing up in the apocalypse, your nightmares are usually the least of your worries.

still you did warn abby about the dreams. she already had a messed up schedule because in the three days leading up to it, isaac had everyone preparing for the storm. and when you warned her about the scary movies, she brushed you off and swore she’d be fine. now she was at the mercy of her know-it-all girlfriend.

your lips twitch upwards. you lay back down and shift under the blankets until you’re back in the warm spot. you look at abby.

“am i allowed to say ‘i told you so’?” you smirk up at her.

she rolls her eyes. “whatever.”

you pout. “hey! be nice to me! i tried to warn you, you big baby! now come here and let me cuddle you!” you open your arms and abby eagerly falls into them. she snuggles into your chest. your hands go up to her loose hair and comb through the waves.

“i got you. go back to sleep, baby” is all abby hears before she lets sleep take her.

when you wake up, it’s to a giant tree limb slamming itself against the large stadium window. you jump in fear before you recognize the noise for what it is, taking a breath. abby has tucked you against her chest with your head under her chin, so she feels you wake up. her warm hands run up your back and she lets out a groan when you pull away from her. “i gotta go pee!” you apologize, practically running for the bathroom to keep the warmth in your body. abby’s watches out the window until you return with a sleepy smile and arms open. all of your responsibilities have been put on hold until the storm is over and you're going to take advantage of being able to lay in bed a bit longer than usual.

“did you sleep okay?” you mumble against abby’s collarbone. abby’s midnight worries are gone now that the sun is up. well it’s up there, behind the clouds somewhere.

“yeah,” she sighs. “sorry about that”

“you don’t have to apologize. you remember when i had nightmares for a week after we watched that killer doll movie?”

“yeahhh, that movie was fucked up”

“it was! and the black hole movie was also fucked. you don’t have to apologize… But am i allowed to say i told you so?”

abby playfully squeezes you tight to make you giggle.

“yeah,” she grins down at you. “you can”

“okay… I Told You Watching that Movie would Give You Nightmares.”

“why’d you say it like that? are you decreeing it?”

“yeah. you know i like being right. and besides, when you get scared i get to protect you so honestly it’s a win for me.”

“glad my misery brings you happiness”

you respond to her grumble with a kiss on the lips.

“my sweet scaredy-cat,” you say against her mouth. “i’ll always protect you. don’t worry” you promise into another, deeper kiss.

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When you wake up, it’s to a giant tree limb slamming itself against the large stadium window. You jump in fear before you recognize the noise for what it is, taking a breath. Abby had you tucked against her chest with your head under her chin, so she feels you wake up. Her warm hands run up your back and she lets out a groan when you pull your body away from her.

“Sorry! I gotta go pee!” you apologize, practically running for the bathroom to keep the warmth in your body. Abby looks out the window. All of your responsibilities have been put on hold until the storm is over and you're going to take advantage of being able to lay in bed a bit longer than usual.

You quickly come back to bed and climb into Abby’s open arms.

“Did you sleep okay?” you mumble against Abby's collarbone. Abby's midnight worries are gone now that the sun is up. Well it’s technically up there, behind the clouds.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “Sorry about that.”

“You don’t have to apologize. You remember when I had nightmares for a week after we watched that killer doll movie?”

Abby snorts. “Yeahhh, that movie was fucked up”

“It was! And the black hole movie was also fucked. You don’t have to apologize… But am I allowed to say I told you so?”

Abby playfully squeezes you tight to make you giggle.

“Yeah,” she grins down at you. “You can.”

“Okay!… I Told You Watching That Movie Would Give You Nightmares.”

“Why’d you say it like that? Are you decreeing it?”

“Well yeah. You know I like being right. Besides, when you get scared I get to protect you so honestly it’s a win for me.”

“Glad my misery brings you happiness”

You respond to her grumble with a kiss.

“My sweet scaredy-cat,” you say against her lips. “I'll always protect you. Don’t worry” and then you give her another, longer kiss.

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heard some chick was looking for abby? idk. // (ref. credit to @abbystanaccount 🫶🏻)

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honestly want abby to fall asleep on top of me- snoring n everything. her head on my chest, leg hiked up on my waist n all. i’d neverrrrr let her move.

literally want nothing more than this. abby’s leg hiked up around your waist her head laying against your chest and snores coming from her pouty lips. all of her weight rests on top of you, but you welcome it. you were supposed to leave a few hours ago to meet some friends, but you don’t have the heart to move her. so you just rub her back, run your fingers through her hair, smoothing over the top her head. abby whispers your name in her sleep, and it makes you smile.

it’s never like this with her. she usually likes to be one who holds rather than being held. you take comfort knowing how vulnerable she lets herself be around you. her soft breath on your exposed chest, her hands subconsciously land on your hips as her thin sheets barely hold over her hips and yours, her bare skin feels like heaven. strong, freckled back is a sight to see, and you can’t help yourself watching her. you never want to leave this moment, always want to say right here in serenity with her.

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Yes, Doctor

ABBY ANDERSON X FEM!READER

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N- In light of me having the nastiest case of a virus (RSV) I have ever had in my entire life, I self-projected onto Abby again with how I act when I'm sick... Super apologetic, clingy, guilty about asking for anything, still thinks she can do anything, typical puppy act. Imma need you guys to worry about me, I may never talk right again istg...

WARNINGS: Abby being sick, brief descriptions of vomiting (I swear it isn't that bad), shower hugs (not sexual, just cute), Owen being a tool, Abby crying, this is just fluff, I'm sorry it's so sweet you will get a toothache.

SYNOPSIS: Abby comes down with a pretty nasty cold, and it's up to you to take care of her.

“Abby? Abby, baby, are you awake yet? We’ve gotta get moving—”

The sound of loud crashing made you immediately go on high alert and you nearly broke down her bedroom door just to get inside. It didn’t take much; Manny left the door unlocked.

Your hand was resting on your pistol, ready to fend off intruders, but you were only met with your girlfriend on the floor, her legs halfway out of her cargo pants and her hands pushing so hard into the floor that you feared she had been hurt in some way.

“Abby,” You holstered the gun again and you raced over to her, getting down on your knees and reaching for her face. “Baby, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“M’fine,” Abby gulped, looking up at you and immediately, your hands went to her face and your heart started racing. And it wasn’t just because she was beautiful and stole your breath away… No, Abby was literally burning up and covered in sweat.

Her hair was free from her braid that she normally got up early just to fix all over again, and her clothes were sticking to every inch of her skin, but she was shivering like a leaf. Her voice was hoarse, and it wasn’t hard to tell that her breath smelled of vomit. You knew exactly what was wrong when you saw her gulp, and immediately started sniffling. “Oh baby, you’re sick…”

“No!” Abby immediately jumped off the floor, attempting to pull on her pants the rest of the way but getting winded halfway through and collapsing on her bed. “Just tired. I’ll be fine after I…”

You saw her hesitate and when searching her face, Abby looked as if she had just swallowed her own tongue. A hand went to her stomach and you reacted on instinct, dumping out whatever was residing in her small trash bin and holding it between her knees. Abby lurched forward and emptied the entirety of her stomach contents into the bucket.

You’ve seen a lot of gross things in your life, so Abby throwing up wasn’t exactly hard to handle. You held her long blonde hair back away from her face and gently rubbed her back as it seemed almost like she wouldn’t ever stop. When she did, you took the bandanna from your pocket and gently wiped her face, cleaning the tears from her cheeks and the strands of spit on her chin.

Poor strong, invincible Abby Anderson was sick as a dog, and completely in denial. There was no fucking way you were letting her go anywhere today. “You’re staying right here.”

“No, no, Isaac n-needs me at the—”

“To hell with what Isaac needs,” You scowl, narrowing your eyes at her and standing up from the floor. “I’ll radio over and tell him you are too sick to leave base. And I’m staying here to make sure you don’t try to sneak out when no one’s watching.”

“You’re gonna jeopardize your rotation to look after me?” Abby chuckled, and that immediately turned into the most heartbreaking coughing fit you’ve ever heard in your life. She sounded like she just took a cheese grater to her esophagus.

With a wordless glare, you turned yourself around and immediately headed for comms in order to call the FOB and let Isaac know that Abby and yourself weren’t going anywhere. He was angry at first, but after you explained her symptoms, in heavily graphic detail, he finally let it go and allowed you both to stay behind.

You decided to head down to the mess hall and grab a few fresh canteens of water along with some toast, just to see if Abby could keep something down. If not, you’d have to revert to other ways on keeping her from getting worse.

You returned to her room about ten minutes later and saw that she was still trying to leave, just as you suspected she would. “Abby, no! You’re not going anywhere!”

The blonde that you would normally be terrified of when talking to in such an aggressive voice just looked at you like you told her she couldn’t eat cake for dinner. Her face twisted in such abstract sadness and she collapsed into her hands, sobbing like a child.

Well… you didn’t expect that kind of reaction.

“Honey,” You sat down next to her, gently rubbing your hand down her back and holding her bicep as softly as possible. Her whole body was shaking and you wordlessly pulled her against you, allowing the blonde to press her face into your chest and cry until she felt better, which could take hours at this rate. “It’s okay, Abby… Shhh… I'm sorry, honey... I didn't mean to yell—”

“They need me out there,” She sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her hand and looking at you with the most heartbreaking expression you’ve seen her carry in your entire fucking life. If looks could break hearts, this was one of them. Abby did an amazing impression of a wounded puppy. “They n-need me to k-keep them safe a-and—”

“Abby, you can’t keep anybody safe when you’re like this,” You gently reach forward and push the hair away from her sticky forehead, using the sleeve of your long-sleeved shirt to wipe the sweat away from her skin. “You can’t keep yourself safe like this… you could get hurt out there. Maybe even get killed—”

“Bullshit,” Abby chuckled like what you said was some bad joke.

“You aren’t immortal, Abby,” You ran your fingers through her hair slowly, trying to calm her down. “Even you aren’t safe from death, doesn’t matter how much you can deadlift.”

Abby scoffed but couldn’t help but smile at your words as she finally seemed to accept the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere. Wordlessly, she fell over and put her head on your shoulder, leaning against you and happily accepting that your hands were slightly chilly compared to her hot face. You pressed your palms against her cheeks and frowned. You had to bring her temperature down somehow.

“Come on, let’s get you into a shower,” You slowly lifted her off the bed and grabbed one of her towels that were hanging off the side of the top bunk part of her bed that was just used as a storage space. “You smell like puke.”

“Shut up,” Abby snipped back, wrapping an arm over your shoulders as you led her out of the dorm room and to the communal showers which were, for the most part, empty minus a few stragglers that had today off. When they saw Abby, however, they cleared away from her like she was infected with the plague from how terrible she looked.

“You aren’t supposed to shower with someone else,” One of the new soldier recruits said. You let out a scoff and pulled out your pistol, pointing it at her face and looking her dead in the eyes.

“How ‘bout now?” The half-naked woman held her hands up and immediately began walking away, like you scared the shit out of her with one simple gesture. You mocked her with fake sympathy. “Aw, different story? Come on back… Dumbass.”

It took almost all of your focus to keep Abby from hitting the floor as you helped her out of her clothes, stripping them off one by one and creating a pile by the locker as you stripped off your own clothes and hid your pistol under your jeans. Abby immediately started coughing, bringing her arm up to cover it as she pushed her face into her elbow.

The steam and the change in temperature must have shocked her lungs and you suddenly felt guilty. “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t think about the steam… okay, easy… breathe slowly, okay?” You gently rubbed at her back and led her towards the stall on the far end, resting your girlfriend’s beautifully muscular body against the shower wall and trying not to look too turned on by her as you turned on the water.

In the process of turning the knobs to try and get it to the perfect lukewarm temperature, you felt Abby curl her arms around your middle and rest her forehead against your back, pushing her face between your shoulder blades and panting like she couldn’t catch her breath. This was clearly taking a lot out of her, and you needed to work fast, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to comfort her.

“It’s okay, baby… Once you’re cleaned off, we’ll go straight back to bed, okay? Shouldn’t take more than ten minutes, I promise,” You cooed, turning around and slowly leading Abby into the semi-warm water that hit her body and she went stiff at the temperature. You knew she loved her showers blistering hot, but any hotter and it could make her fever worse, maybe even make her pass out.

“Fuck, that’s cold,” Abby whined, hiding her entire body against yours as she held you close and shivered. You slowly adjusted the temperature, making it as hot as you felt comfortable offering her while pressing little kisses against her face. “J-Just a little hotter, please?”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s gotta stay lukewarm, Abby. Come on, you know this; your friends are medics.”

“Can’t blame me for trying?” Abby looked down at you as she stood up straight, her blonde hair sticking to her skin as she leaned down and pressed a little kiss on your lips. You held your breath, knowing she still smelled like vomit, and she knew that she did as well, but was wondering just how far she could push before you demanded she brush her teeth.

“Alright, come on, tilt your head back,” You turned her around and stepped away from the spray, allowing the water to slide down her hair as you ran your fingers through it and scraped them across her scalp. You felt her shiver at your nails on her skin and you reached for the shampoo inside of the stall, gently adding a small amount to her hairline and working it into a lather. “Feeling better?”

“Cleaner, maybe… I don’t know about better,” Abby’s heart was racing like a wild horse, and normally it would be because you two were taking a shower together. But now, it was pure exhaustion. Abby was fighting just to stay standing.

“Okay, well your hair is clean, now just have to do… all this,” You gestured to her body and she rolled her eyes at your words.

“Don’t even; you love all this,” Abby teased playfully, reaching down and gently squeezing your rear as the water raced down her back and kept her warm. You must’ve been freezing in comparison; your skin was so cold! “Baby, come here, you can be under the water too!”

“Abby, I already took a shower this morning,” You chuckled. “This isn’t about me; this is about you.”

“But you’re cold,” She frowned deeper, wrapping her arms around you like it was all she could do to warm you up. You rolled your eyes and kissed her cheek, trying to get her to let you go but she was now standing still, holding you like you might float away if she let you go. “No, stay right here. You're not going anywhere.”

“Abigail,” You warned, using her full name as a threat. She huffed like a child and shoved her face into your neck. “You’ve got like… three minutes left in here, come on—”

“Mm-mmm,” She shook her head, humming a disapproving sound as she kept you still. You couldn’t fight her off even if you wanted to. The only saving grace that could separate you two was if her illness acted up… and that’s exactly what happened. The scent of the shampoo finally reached her nose and Abby tensed up before sneezing, stepping away from you and covering her face with both hands.

She sneezed almost five times and you smirked, grabbing the bar of soap on the shower rack and waiting patiently for her little sneeze fit to be over. When she finally caught her breath and looked up at you, she immediately started pouting. “Fine, you win. Scrub me down already.”

“Mm-hmm, that’s what I thought.”

It was about fifteen minutes later when you both returned to her dorm room, having to walk back in just towels after dumbly forgetting to bring spare changes of clothes for both of you. Luckily, the only people in the hall were the ones that knew better than to look at Abby for more than ten seconds. And you brandishing your gun was also a good motivator.

As soon as you two were back inside, you helped her down and immediately started drying her off after locking all of the doors. Now you two were officially quarantined to keep the rest of the WLF base from getting sick and you didn’t need random soldiers looking inside to see where the top-ranking soldier was on a busy day and why she wasn’t in the field.

Once her skin was dry, you helped her into a fresh set of clothes, sliding on her skin-tight boxer shorts and long-sleeved lightweight sleep shirt that should keep her temperature at a manageable level. As soon as you were dressed in some of her clothes as well, you sat her down on the bed and began to run a brush through her long blonde hair.

“Don’t fuck it up,” Abby warned, like there was any real bite to her voice. You rolled your eyes and began to easily braid her hair like you had been doing it all your life.

“You forget that I did this for you when you broke your damn finger, missy?” You taunted. Abby responded with her middle finger, which you immediately started laughing at when you saw the scar over her middle knuckle. “Yeah, that’s the finger you broke!”

“Are you done?” Abby snapped, and you simply tugged on her hair to keep her still.

“Remind me, how did you break it?”

“…slammeditinthetruckdoor—” Abby mumbled under her breath.

“You slammed it in the truck door,” You repeated, almost like the way she said it wasn’t good enough. A low groan of embarrassment left her as you giggled and tied her braid off at the end with a strip of ribbon that you found on her nightstand. Once you both were finally set, you offered Abby the canteen of water and began to readjust her pillows so she would be sitting up a little straighter on the mattress.

Abby downed almost half the water in the canteen but immediately started coughing again when she pulled it away, her hand going to her chest as she slightly pounded on her sternum.

“Easy, easy,” You cooed softly, rubbing her back and trying to help her breathing, hoping that she would get her breath back and could stop coughing. When she finally did, you rewarded her with a kiss to her cheek and scooted her over a little. “Here, lay down on me.”

“What, why?”

“Just listen to me for once,” You sighed, laying down on the pillows that you pulled off the top of her bunk and watched the blonde sigh and crawl on top of you, wrapping one arm around your middle and resting her cheek against your chest. You gently rubbed up and down her back, slipping your hand under her shirt and caressing her skin and rubbing at the creases of her spine. She was so warm that it almost scared you. “Poor thing… you must feel awful.”

“I do…” Abby whined, sniffling and wiping at her nose again with the back of her hand. “This is the worst thing that could have happened.”

“What have we learned?” You looked down, your nails gently scratching at her back.

Abby feigned innocence. “Mmmm… I dunno what you’re talking about—”

“Abby, we both know why you’re sick,” You looked down at her and saw her avoid your gaze as her cheeks turned a soft pink. “Don’t walk on thin ice when you don’t know how deep the water is.”

“You know damn well that my boot got stuck in the snow and I fell in,” Abby said defiantly, and you could hear it. The more she talked, the more nasally she got, and it wasn’t long until she was breathing through her mouth because her nose was so stuffed up.

“Okay, I’m sorry honey,” You scratched down the length of her spine, making her shudder as she closed her eyes and simply basked in your soft touch. Your gentle caresses and soft scratching felt like heaven on her sore, aching muscles as she was already starting to fall asleep against your chest, her breathing becoming heavier. You continued to scratch at her skin, not even caring how tired your arm was getting as Abby snored peacefully.

Normally she didn’t snore so loudly, but she couldn’t breathe through her nose, and she was incredibly sick, so you weren’t about to hold it against her. Luckily for you, you could fall asleep through anything, so it wasn’t that hard to doze off with her aggressive snoring.

It was about 2 hours later when you heard aggressive knocking on the door and let out a huff of annoyance. Very carefully, you wiggled out from underneath Abby, pulling the blanket up to fully cover her body as you walked over to the door and unlocked it.

“Owen?” You blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light in the hall. “What is it?”

“Manny said that she was sick,” He looked over your shoulder and saw Abby under the blanket on her bed. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” You said, trying so hard not to be aggressive with him. “I’m taking care of her.”

“Making sure she gets enough water? Has she eaten anything? I can run down to the mess hall and—”

“Owen,” You interrupted, staring the man in the eyes. “I said I’m taking care of her. I can handle this on my own—”

“But you don’t know what she’s like when she’s sick. She’s kind of a pain in the ass and she’s angry all the time—”

“Really? Cause she hasn’t been like that at all with me,” You shoot back, narrowing your eyes at him and sliding the door until the only thing he was able to focus on was you, and not his ex-girlfriend. “Owen, do yourself a favor and walk away.”

“But I can—”

“You come into this room, and I will stop you,” You held the door closed even after he tried to push it open. Owen looked like he was trying to set you on fire with his eyes, clearly pissed that you weren’t giving in and letting him see her, in any capacity. “You don’t get it. Abby is at her most vulnerable right now. She’s sick, and she needs someone who will actually take care of her, not make her feel worse.”

“I wouldn’t make her feel worse,” Owen stepped forward, making you lean back to avoid his breath. Did this man ever brush his damn teeth? Apocalypse or not, he had toothpaste, for the love of fuck. “I just want to—”

“She’s not yours anymore, Owen,” You stepped out of the room and into the hallway, aggressively slamming the door and getting in his face. Now he was able to see that you were wearing her clothes and had this aura of protectiveness about you that would make Isaac think twice about challenging you right now. “Abby is dating me. And the sooner you come to peace with that, the sooner you can stop embarrassing yourself.”

“This isn’t about… This wasn’t—” Owen stumbled over his words, looking at you like you were insane. “I’m not doing this because—”

“Then you’d have no problems with me telling Mel that you were here? Trying to take care of her and push me aside so you could?” You crossed your arms. Owen immediately went silent and looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of you, but instead, he walked away almost instantly.

You scoffed as he went down the hallway. “That’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

As soon as you opened the door and returned to the room, you looked up to see Abby standing at the foot of the stairs, the blanket wrapped around her body. There was this pouty look on her face as she looked up at you and you frowned at her expression. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“M’hungry… Can I go and get food?” She was practically begging you now.

“No, you have to stay here,” You stepped forward, leaning down and kissing her forehead. “Go lay back down, sweetheart. I’ll get us some food, okay?”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” You led her back to bed and fluffed the pillows, easing her back down on the mattress and tucking the blanket under her like you were wrapping her up like a burrito. “There, better?”

“Now you’re just being weird,” Abby chuckled, which immediately triggered a coughing fit. You rolled your eyes and helped her drink some water to try and soothe her throat. But now that the blanket got jostled around, she was less comfortable. “Can you do it again?”

She was like a puppy, begging for attention, but ashamed to ask for help. You repeated the process and tucked the blanket under her body, kissing her forehead and sliding her hoodie over your torso, leaving the room in just her shorts, hoodie, and your socks. You didn’t even bother with shoes.

“Don’t go anywhere. I will be right back, okay?”

“Yes, doctor,” She rolled her eyes and tried to go back to sleep as you left the room and headed down into the mess hall. It didn’t take you a ton of time, as the stadium was damn near empty today.

You heard from the soldiers that were on rotation that Scar attacks were getting more and more frequent, and they were taking heavy losses. A lot of people you knew were probably dead and in body bags, waiting to be buried when the ground was no longer frozen. Unless they requested when they joined to be burned… a lot of people actually requested to be burned.

There was this sickening feeling inside of your stomach as you went to the kitchen and sweet talked one of the cooks into giving you two helpings of chicken and rice soup to take with you back upstairs to Abby’s dorm.

The entire walk back, that feeling wouldn’t go away… You knew that if you hadn’t stopped Abby from leaving today… if she had gone out in the cold, braving the snow and forcing her exhausted body to do what it normally does when she feels fine… You knew Abby would have made a mistake today. You knew something would have happened and Abby would have ended up dead.

You pushed open the door to Abby’s room and kicked it closed behind you, slowly approaching her little kitchen area with the pitcher of soup that had more than enough for the both of you. You went into her cabinet and saw that she only had three clean bowls left, sighing and pouring the soup into two of them.

When you came back to her bed with the two bowls and two spoons, you saw Abby rolling over to her other side and looking up to meet your eyes. You sat down on the bed next to her and helped her into a sitting position, offering her the soup. “Slowly, okay? If you start to feel nauseous don’t keep eating.”

“I know,” Abby nodded, obediently following your orders as she took her time eating the soup. You were done in half the time and carried your bowl back to the sink and came back to sit next to her. It wasn’t until you were really looking at her that you noticed she was crying again.

“Abby?” You carefully placed the bowl on the floor and in seconds, Abby was crawling into you, her face pushing into your stomach as her tears stained the fabric of her hoodie on your body. “Honey, it’s okay… it’s okay, why are you crying?”

“Thank you…” She sobbed, her face turning red from the tears as she couldn’t control her weeping and how bad her body was shaking from it. “H-He’s right; I’m a pain in the ass when I’m sick, and you… you’re being so nice and you’re t-taking care of me and I d-don’t deserve it—”

“Hey, hey, absolutely not,” You reached down and took Abby’s face in your hands, wiping her tears away with your thumbs and pressing your forehead down against hers. “You are none of those things… You deserve all of this and so much more, sweetheart… I’d take care of you every single day if you let me.”

“But… But I’m so stubborn—”

“Baby, it’s cute,” You giggled, stroking her cheek with your thumb and smearing the wetness of her tears against her skin. You knew she hated it when you called her cute, but you couldn’t help it. “You have been nothing but adorable all day long, and it made it so hard to leave the room just to go get us something to eat.”

“M’not cute,” She huffed, looking away from your eyes. You smirked and pressed a little kiss on her nose, to which she simply leaned into a little more like she couldn’t get enough of your soft touches and little kisses. The gesture alone was enough to melt your heart.

“I know, you’re my ruthless killer,” You teased. The blonde sighed and dropped her head back down onto your lap and tried to calm her breathing down after sobbing harder than she ever wanted to do again in her life. “Do you feel better, honey?”

“Tired again…” Abby yawned, pushing her face into your thigh and trying to tug you back down onto the bed. “Can you lay down again? Like before, and…”

“Yes, I’ll hold you, baby,” You went back to the way you were laying before Owen decided to ruin everything and you felt her adjust the blanket, so it was back overtop of both of you, her arms wrapping around your body and clinging to you like she needed you to keep breathing.

You wordlessly went back to scratching down her spine and she was out like a light in minutes again.

And if you thought today was rough… The next day was worse.

Abby was still sick, and her guilt reached an all-time high when she saw you coughing and sneezing just like she was.

“I knew the risk, Abby,” You reassured her, sniffling a little and leaning up to give her a kiss, now not worried at all about swapping germs. “I knew I was gonna get sick too. It’s an honor to catch this from you… besides, just means we don’t have to go out and we can stay in until we’re better.”

all dividers made by @cafekitsune

[moonywritings]

something stupid — abby anderson

notes: heavy fluff , reader and abby have no established relationship , enjoy ˖ ࣪⊹ wc: 2,779 | tags: @taissaswifelowkey

you and abby were scavenging for anything that could be of use as you, mel, owen, yara and lev, and alice were seeking refuge in owen's renowned palace of peace; the seattle aquarium. no other WLF soldier, or scar (that you knew of) had any knowledge of this place, let alone thought it to be an AWOL soldier hideout.

you couldn't remember the last time you had been at the FOB, it had most likely been a week, but with the frequent journeys you and the group went on, it had all melded together into one blurry memory.

you both were walking down the abandoned streets of seattle, where infected were rarely ever seen anymore. upon your growing curiosity, (and boredom) you slid into a concealed opening in the wall, covered by a large, rotting board that had succumb to its age.

"abby, through here." you urged, dragging yourself through the large gap with ease. she followed behind you, essentially following your lead during one of your many countless adventures.

shuffling through the enclosed space, abby's arm gently grazes yours, trying to shimmy through as quick a possible.

"why in such a rush, anderson?" you humour her, unable to turn your head from the lack of room, but you could hear the smile on her lips as she replied, "am i not allowed to be afraid of closed spaces?" she questions you, and you just scoff. with nothing much to be said, you finally exit the suffocating crevice. as your eyes danced around the room, you realise you've stumbled into a music shop. abby seems to share the same excitement as she stumbles in after you.

"woah, look at these bad boys..." abby walks around, tip-toes dragging along the dusty floorboards. her eyes are pinned on a vinyl basket, many old, and unopened vinyl cases. she picks one up, softly blowing on the cover to budge off any dust. it was an old rock band, 'ac-dc' it read in bold, fiery red and orange text.

"you think lev would like that?" you ponder, inching closer to her as you both analyse the unopened vinyl. "i think it'll help him let out all that teenage rage." she smiles smugly, packing it in her bag.

"oh you seem to know a lot about that." you smile, looking around the almost near untouched store. it had its fair share of dust and cobwebs, but compared to other places you've visited, this didn't come close to reckaged.

"don't i know." she stands back up, now more keen to find more music to fill the deafeningly quiet aquarium with.

there were all sorts of prizes you just couldn't help but touch. gramophones, cd players, speakers, turntables -- there was just too much to choose from to take to the safehouse.

you begin to browse the vinyls yet again, and notice a '60's' label. wow, wasn't that a long time ago, you mumble to yourself. with abby too busy by the rock and metal section, you start snatching a look at the oldies section.

part of you deep down wishes you could've lived a day back then, just to see what it was like. you knew people at the FOB who were actually alive before the outbreak, even before the new century. you couldn't be more grateful for their stories about pre-outbreak. they were a historical treasure.

and so were these profound albums. you pick one up, the title and cover striking your heart immediately. it was a dull gold, with a face of a man plastered on the side, in three different expressions. it read 'frank and nancy sinatra; something stupid'. the name being 'something stupid' meant it had to be good. you gleefully packed it away in your bag before taking more of a look around.

"we better grab one of these before we head out." you call out to abby, pointing at the dusty gramophone. it featured a large yellow horn, which you assumed was the speaker, and a vinyl player at the bottom with a needle as well as a manual crank on the side. abby gives you an understanding smile, knowing just how keen you were about this shop. it was like a preserved time capsule you heard a couple of the seniors talk about back home.

"yes ma'am" she responds, that childish, beautiful smile on her face spreading colour to each of her freckled cheeks.

pushing aside the raft sized board out of the way of the crevice, you both had a shit-load of bounty in your packs. this was definitely a place to remember for later.

abby's collection included a majority of rock, metal and alternative albums, as well as some cassette tapes for a walkman she found some time ago -- a gift for the kids. well, most of what she collected was for the kids. how generous she was, it made you stifle a smile.

your collection of vinyls was very contrasting from hers. mostly 60's and 50's jazz. it wasn't your usual cup of tea, but you wanted to try something new. after all, you could always come back and get something more your taste.

'something stupid', 'it's been a long, long time' and 'hopelessly devoted to you' were a couple of your favourites you picked out. and you wanted to surprise abby with them.

she had no idea what you picked, except from your purposefully vague description of 'oldies' music.

"so, you happy with your presents?" she nudges your arm playfully, pulling up the straps of her pack. it was kind of hard to stand up straight and not slouch with all the collectibles in your bags.

you hum, a shit-eating grin spreading on your face at her question. she noticed, nudging you harder.

"what’re you smiling about?" abby's braid slid to the side as she turned, bending down to meet your gaze on the walk back to the aquarium. this was about as peaceful as a walk could get in seattle. this specific suburb was a complete ghost town -- not even infected plagued these grounds.

"you'll see." looking up at her, you can feel your heart climb for your throat. those eyes never failed to take your breath away. with an almost hazel brown surrounding her pupil, it almost faded into black as you held her gaze.

she doesn't continue to instigate, only pulling away and holding her pack steady, a solid arm wrapping around your shoulder.

"i can't wait to show the others, especially lev.. he's always humming up a new song to keep himself busy." abby expresses, her arm tightening around you, but it doesn't feel suffocating. it feels relieving. it's as if a soft weight were being applied to your chest, aiding you with every breath you took.

"me too."

after many minutes spent cluelessly setting up a station for your new gramophone, you sighed, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

"which one do you want to play first?" stepping away from the gramophone, abby stands next to you, arms broad and crossed over her chest. her brows knit together as she picks up one of the vinyls you chose. 'something stupid'. she hums.

"i can see why you chose it," she pauses, lifting the cover up to your face, comparing the two. she chuckles, taking the vinyl out of its protective covering. her jokes almost always targeted you, but they never failed to arise a chuckle or an eye roll from you.

"i'm going to pretend you didn't say that." you step closer, grabbing the handle that connected on the side. abby places the large vinyl onto the turntable, and places the needle onto the outer edge of the disc. it started to spin after you turned the handle three or four times.

all you could hear at first was prolonged static, but after a couple patient seconds the melody finally rang through the entire open marina.

your eyes set ablaze as this trophy began to speak to you, the soft instrumentals in the background echoed through the open halls and dock. you'd be surprised if the others weren't able to hear it.

abby visibly shares the same amount of curiosity.

then, a man and woman begin singing, and your faces immediately light up,

"woah," she blurts out, the vibrations from this vintage speaker danced around you, you could almost see it.

"it worked! it worked!" your smile only continues to grow as the melody rings through your ears. you lunge at abby and pull her into a tight embrace. you didn't have much hope in terms that it would work, considering it hasn't been in use since before the outbreak. you were just glad there was one more thing for everyone to look forward to now.

"i've.. never heard music like this." she says, the pure shock still prevalent on her features. her eyes were wide, but in the way that wasn't concerning to anyone. her lips curled just enough to see her teeth, and it's like a breath of fresh air, seeing her so relaxed and full of life. it wasn't often she could be herself.

since jackson, she hadn't had much to look forward to. the nightmares hadn’t stop, as much as she thought they would. it would still prolong her sleep, terrorising her in the dark of night until the rise of the new day. then again... it's like a burden had been relieved of her. maybe this could help get her mind off things. it was like she had more room to be herself. the half of her that was so full of rage and fright, wasn't as present anymore.

"i could get used to this" abby admits, hand on shoulder, eye to eye.

you nod, thoughts traveling to the back of your mind to focus on the now, on abby.

you both stare in awe at the gramophone, it sounds nothing short of magical. your head sways side to side in sync with the rhythm, it'd been so long since you'd heard music.

turning to abby, you notice she's stuck in thought, eyebrows crinkled like when she was deciding on a vinyl. your faces drops to a slight frown, wondering what passed her mind so suddenly.

as you were about to ask, she interrupts you,

"can i ask you a stupid question?"

"shoot."

she stands awfully close, nudging you in a playful manner.

"wanna dance?"

you chuckle, the sincerity in her voice bringing your arms to your stomach.

"you know how to dance anderson?" you question, genuinely curious. if she knew how to, there's no way you didn't already know, too.

"not at all." all of a sudden, she bends down with one arm behind her back and another in front of her, asking for your hand. you almost break down on the floor in hysterics at the sight, she definitely didn't look like a dancer.

her head lifts up to see you laughing at her, and she straightens up.

"if you don't know how to dance, just say that." as annoyed as she wanted to sound, the growing smile on her face proved otherwise.

"no, no, it's just-- okay."

"okay?"

"okay."

abby doesn't waste time, placing her hand on the right of your hip with her other on your shoulder. you can feel your chest buzz at the feeling as you reciprocate the gesture. with your arms placed atop her shoulders, you take note of how firm and broad they are, holding a steady grip on her as she begins to step in a square-like pattern.

"you seem to really like my shoulders." a rush of warmth instantly plagued your neck and face at the immediate observation.

"i don't want to trip over your two left feet." you retort, and she scoffs, muttering a sarcastic wow under her breath.

as you joked about, you swayed along to the rhythm of the song. neither of you knew how to dance, yet it felt so natural when she pulled you closer, your head resting between her chest and shoulder.

"i thought you didn't know how to dance." you speak just above a whisper.

her hand is steady on your hip, guiding you to follow her movements.

"i lied." she chuckles, her smile sweet as sugar. "manny taught me."

' i practice every day to find some clever lines to say to make the meaning come true '

dancing around in circles, you could feel abby's heart pumping through the thin fabric of her black tank top. it was calm, almost matching the tempo of the song.

' but then i think i'll wait until the evening gets late and i'm alone with you '

abby tugs on your waist, wanting you to inch closer as if there was room. her arms keep you upright and on beat. she was your rock, even if you were doing something as simple and sweet as this.

' the time is right, your perfume fills my head the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue '

you take a deep breath in, the subtle scent of pine surrounded you, mixed with an earthy smell. as you exhale, you could swear you felt abby do the same, her hand relaxing atop your shoulder.

' and then i go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "i love you" '

you can feel a heat rise to your neck and the apples of your cheeks. your thumbs rub soft circles into the dome of her shoulders, and it catches her attention. you don't look up, but her gaze is focused on you.

the song starts to fade out, the words repeating,

' "I love you" "i love you" i love you i love you '

"interesting song choice," abby mutters, almost too close to your ear. the warmth of her breath sends shivers along your neck, hairs rising.

she doesn't pull back, even after the song fully fades out and the turntable comes to a complete stop. you both stand there, with each of her arms now wrapped around your waist.

"that was nice." she states rather bluntly, a shy smile evident in her tone.

"it was." you reply, reluctantly lifting your head to meet her eyes, they glint when you finally reach her gaze.

she lifts a hand off your waist to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, letting her fingers trail over your skin.

"you have good taste," her tone is almost sultry, inducing a relaxed feeling in your chest. she always made you feel comfortable, safe even. you loved that about her.

you stay silent, your eyes curiously wandering along her features. her freckles that danced across her cheeks and nose, her arched brows, and her divine eyes, you could stare at them 'till the end of time.

her face is mere centimetres from yours, unknowingly inching closer as you'd gawked at her unashamedly.

you press your face against hers, lips delicately meeting. she doesn't pull away, and neither do you. it was so sudden, but so natural.

her lips are cushions against yours, overlapping passionately, yet slow and deep.

"what's all that noise?" lev calls out from around the corner, and you both jump back, still entangled in an embrace.

as he spots the two of you, his brows crinkle, but he's more focused on where that other-worldly sound was emanating from.

"woah, what's that?" he cautiously takes a step towards the gramophone, afraid to touch it. it was 'old world' stuff after all.

you clear your throat. "that- that's a gramophone, it plays music." you answer, he turns to you again before analysing the music player deeper.

you let go of abby, and you immediately miss the warmth her body provided.

around the corner, mel and owen appear side by side with yara behind them.

"yara, come check this out!" he exclaims, and yara runs to him. they both discuss what the hell the unknown object is, the weird shape of the vinyl player only adding to their strange theories.

"seems like you two had lots of fun." mel comments, eyeing the deep red hues that painted your faces.

all you can do is nod, turning to abby who just smiles, grateful to be in your presence.

"yeah, we did." she wraps an arm around yours, pulling you to her side and failing miserably to make it look casual.

owen doesn't say anything, walking over to the gramophone to speak with the kids instead.

you felt belated as abby kept her firm arm around you, almost encapsulating your figure entirely. her sugary sweet smile returns, catching yours alongside.

you could get used to this.

[moonywritings]

pretty girl ♡

[moonywritings]

ENNABEARRR! DROP ANOTHER MEAN!ABBY DRABBLE AND MY LIFE IS YOURS! (pretty please i luv your writing 🤍)

ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง HEHEHEHE HAIII SWEET NONNIE!!!!! cmere lemme smooch you real sloppy MMWWWAAAHHH. love love love u, here’s mean!abby when you’re on your period…

it would start with her in the middle of her workout at the gym. she feels her phone buzz in her pocket so she pulls it out to glance at it, seeing a message notification from you but deciding she’s too busy read it. so she shoves it back into her pocket and ignores it.

you stare at your phone screen frustratedly, hormones running wild, the dull cramps in your stomach only adding to your dismay. every text you sent was met with a small gray delivered under it. why the hell is she ignoring you?

after a few minutes of groaning into your pillow and squeezing your teddy bear in agony, you decide to fuck it all and call her, something that was reserved only for the most extreme emergencies. as expected, she picks up on the fourth ring with an annoyed “is it an emergency?”

“YES, abby!! why haven’t you answered my texts?” you yell. your hips feel like they’re being viciously yanked apart, tits so sore you yelp at the feeling of your t-shirt brushing against them, and you’re almost certain there’s a giant bloodstain under you.

“what’s wrong?” she asks, panicking and throwing all of her gym equipment into her bag. “do you need me to come home?” and she doesn’t wait for a response to this, she’s already throwing her gym bag into her car and speeding off.

“everything hurts.” you moan, voice cracking as tears start to spill involuntarily from your eyes. “my back and my stomach and my hips and my tits and—” you get cut off by your own sobbing, feeling completely paralyzed as you lay alone and cold. abby is a fucking savior right now, assuring you she’s on her way and she’ll do anything in her power to make sure you’re comfortable once she gets home.

it takes a surprisingly short time for her to get back to your apartment, being greeted by two hungry kittens meowing up at her with their huge eyes. she almost steps right on them as they trail right in front of her feet, perking their tails up and nuzzling against her legs.

finally, she stumbles into the bedroom, finding you curled up under a few different blankets with your head stuffed in her pillow. “baby?” she asks, her voice soothing you momentarily but unfortunately not enough to stop the assault on your emotions right now.

you attempt to turn over and face her, but a sharp pain causes you squirm and roll back into your comfortable nest. two strong arms wrap themselves around you, scooping you up and hauling you to the bathroom. “the sheets, abby.” you moan. she ignores this, peeling off your clothes while she waits for the shower to heat up.

“i’ll be right back,” she whispers. “holler if you need anything.” and you’re left alone to shower by yourself, the hot, steaming water relaxing your muscles and providing the sweetest relief. abby gathers she sheets, scrubbing the small stain with cold water and throwing them into the wash with a douse of stain remover.

abby isn’t a great chef, but she’ll do anything for her baby while she’s in pain. after dumping a few scoops of kibble into each of the girls’ bowls, she grabs a box of pancake mix and gets to work. it takes a few tries for her to make one that’s actually presentable, hands shaking as she tries to maneuver the half cooked batter onto the spatula, but she eventually gets the hang of it. she slides the ugly, torn up pancakes onto her own plate, saving the pretty ones for you, of course.

you tug on one of abby’s torn up t-shirts and a pair of soft sweatpants, tiptoeing out of the bedroom and slumping down on the couch. abby approaches you with a plate full of golden pancakes drowning in syrup, and you notice for the first time how hungry you are. “here, you can pop some pills after you eat.”

“i didn’t know you were a chef.” you giggle, placing a weak kiss on her cheek as a thank you. she rolls her eyes, “yeah, yeah. don’t flatter me.” the two of you eat in almost silence. abby turned on some stupid docuseries she’s been watching. in your opinion, it’s boring as hell, but you’ll watch it as long as she’s happy.

both of the cats curl up on her lap once you’re done. of course she’s their favorite, you curse mentally. abby pulls you closer, wrapping a warm blanket around you and drooping her head on top of yours. “sorry i wasn’t there this morning.” she whispers. “you should’ve called me sooner, though.”

you laugh drowsily, ready to get some quality sleep now that you’re finally comfortable. “you’re a dick sometimes, i love you.”

[moonywritings]

౨ৎ tender and careful abby who takes care of you to the best of her capabilities when she wakes up one day to find you with hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, constantly sniffling and wiping your nose with an endless stream of tissues, looking at her on the verge of bursting into tears. she knows you hate getting sick. knows that you feel completely useless when you get in that much pain, you can’t move. it takes her over 30 minutes to even get out of bed, each time, when you fall ill. clinging onto her arm, weakly mumbling not to leave into her shoulder, and while she doesn’t want to, she has to, to be able to get everything you need. always leaning down and kissing your forehead, leaving her lips resting against your skin for a couple more seconds, frowning at the obvious rise in temperature on your forehead, blatantly ignoring your whines about her needing to stay away from you for a few days until you get better. simply getting out of bed with a grumbled “you being sick won’t stop me kissing you, now, shut up and wait here” knowing damn well you can’t exactly get up. 

౨ৎ tender and careful abby who spends almost a full hour in the kitchen making you some honey tea and soup, soup that she knows you don’t normally eat when you’re not sick, but will eat gracefully when you are. her body moves quickly as she reaches over the counter and grabs one of the lap trays she bought for you the last time you had gotten sick, and carefully places the bowl of hot soup with the tea gently, not scolding herself in the process. something she does quite a lot. eyeing up the candy drawer, abby looked back over at the bedroom door, back to the drawer, and dropped her head between her shoulders slightly. it wasn’t that you weren’t allowed chocolate, you were and abby knew that. but it always made her feel worse because when you got colds, or sick in general, you couldn’t taste the food, and sweet treats like you could, but regardless, your girlfriend shrugged, opened the drawer and snatched a few bars of chocolate, and a bag of candy before placing them on the tray too. 

you were still slumped under the covers and blankets when abby appeared in the bedroom. finally. the messy bun she let you do last night, won’t admit she loved it, but you know, now even more messy. strands of hair stuck to her now sweaty forehead, this is what rushing around to make sure her girl has everything does to her.

wiggling her eyebrows at you when she makes her way to the side of the bed, places the tray on the nightstand, and carefully places the back of her hand on your forehead, pulling it away instantly when she feels just how high your temperature has gone up since she left. “s’not good baby, we need to bring it down, yeah?” she mumbled, handing you the mug of tea carefully. “drink that, then eat your soup. i brought you some chocolate, and before you say anything, yes i know you can’t taste it when you’re sick, but it’s there in case” abby trailed off, waving her hands everywhere while you simply giggled behind the mug of honey tea.

“thank you, abs. always taking care of me” you whispered, almost like a secret between you both.

“it’s my job, yeah? and you always take care of me when i get sick. we take care of each other.” the blonde smiled, holding out yet another item towards you.

a damp washcloth.

“what’s this for?” you grumbled, looking at the wet cloth like it personally offended you. taking it from her hands carefully, placing it on your forehead nonetheless, and sniffling quietly.

“for your temperature, you’re too hot” abby laughed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“you told me that 3 days ago” 

“well, you’re hotter today because you’re sick”

“so you’re telling me i’m not hot when i’m not sick?”

“baby, love of my life,” abby paused to laugh again and shake her head at you. “you are always hot”

“even now?”

“yes, even now. very hot, especially with your blocked nose and wheezy coughs. s’cute when you suddenly sound like a cute duck” your girlfriend winked, disappearing into the bathroom before you could blink. 

quickly gasping in realization at her choice of words.

“abigail anderson, you did not just refer to my coughing as a duck!” 

“i love you!” she laughed from the bathroom.

“yeah, yeah. i love you too” you couldn’t help but smile.

tender and careful abby always being there to take care of you.

[moonywritings]

hii! i recently stumbled upon your owen scar analysis where we see most of his scars, and wondered if it was possible for you to the same with abby? :)

Ohhh good idea. The only reason I hadn't yet is Abby only has a couple scars we don't know the origin of, but I can go over every scar she gets!

Abby's Scars Analysis

First, I'll start with Abby's oldest scars, she has a small scar on her forehead and it's the only visible scar on her younger self. Fun fact, Jocelyn actually has this scar and she's mentioned it's from being hit in the head as a kid with a golf club (lol).

Her older model has a similar looking scar on her right cheekbone. I assume she got these either from being hit with a blunt object or a fall, something like that. Her forehead scar interestingly becomes more noticeable as she ages, it even raises a bit in her Pillars model.

Her chin injury from the car crash does not visibly scar in Santa Barbara.

Next is the other visible scar Abby has when we see her in Seattle. Abby is for the most part not scarred much at the start of the game, she gets a hurt shoulder from Jackson and has some blemishes but these are the only scars we can see. (Her bare torso model is completely unmarked.)

There's two small marks on her arms, one more noticeable than the other. To me, the one on her forearm looks semi recent and looks scabbed. They'd come back from Jackson a few weeks prior, so it's possible Abby was hurt on that trip. But I headcanon it more that she was distracted on patrol when she returned and it was a small stab wound, possibly environmental.

One thing that annoys me about these scars though is that in never heals, it looks about the same from Seattle to Santa Barbara.

Now Abby gets some scars after the theater fight. The wounds Ellie gives her is the bite (which heals) and a stab to Abby's left thigh (which she masterfully shakes off lol.) We don't get to see Abby's bare thigh but it's likely that wound scarred.

The rest of the slashes, which seem to be 4 slashes on her arms and one across her left cheek come from Dina. It also seems as though the arm scars are mostly raised and noticeable, while her cheek scar is more subtle and indented like she tried to stitch it and take care of it more afterwards.

Abby’s next batch of scars are from Ellie on the beach… as if she didn’t suffer enough 😒 She gets a slash on her cheek, a slash on the front and side of her torso, multiple slashes on her arms, especially her left arm which she used to block, a deep stab wound in her left shoulder and a stab wound through her chest.

Here I’m showing her post beach fight textures on her Seattle body (the full Pillars body isn’t complete). You can see how deep the wounds are 🙁

I’m thinking she must have rode the boat a bit down the coast and then looked for supplies to help her and Lev before going all the way to Catalina, so she wouldn’t bleed out…

These are my interpretations of how the beach fight scars might heal. You can see some more of that with my various fan arts of TLOU 3 Abby. I drew over the slash placements, and added in the thigh stab and chest stab scar and some other various scratches she might have gotten. I tried to have them look similar to her scars in early Santa Barbara, raised and a bit pink.

Hopefully the Firefly doctors will help her out a lot with the healing of the cuts and the sunburn and she can just chill for a bit 😢

Bonus skins

This new skin isn't canon or anything and neither is the Eighties skin. In that skin you can see Abby's cheek scar under her makeup, which I thought was cool. But the Badlands skin has a brand new scar that goes all across Abby's cheek to her lips. I think this must be a scrape from some sort of weapon that scratched her. The redness on the cheek makes it seem fairly new

[moonywritings]

this shirt on her

[moonywritings]

𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!

you’re abby’s favorite bartender at her favorite dive bar. she doesn’t take to kindly to people disrespecting her best girl.

warnings: alcohol is mentioned + slight violence

click for palestine! read before engaging with my acc+work

Abby is a regular at your bar. Well, regular is a kind way to put it. At this point, she lives in the dive bar. She’s head over heels for you but has decided obnoxious flirting every happy hour, and a sliver of your attention will suffice. 

Her routine is simple:

Order a beer. From her favorite bartender of course. If anyone offers to serve her it’s deny, deny, deny. She can only accept alcoholic content from her best girl.

Shoot some darts, play some pool, chugging contest. Blah, blah, blah. It’s only fun if she sees you sneaking glances from your station, shooting you a wink while she engages with her team. She likes seeing how flustered she can get you with a thin-lipped smile and wink alone. And the answer is very flustered.

Once she’s seen you steal enough glances, it’s time to go back to the bar and bother you. Sure, order another drink. But, also, flirt with the gorgeous girl serving her. Is that a new shirt? Your hair looks so pretty tonight. She loves the necklace you’re wearing, situated real well between your tits. 

Then stay on the barstool, all night, up until she’s one of the last patrons in the bar. Even though,  she’s gotta be up running drills quite soon after your shift ends. But it’s worth it. If she can make you laugh at least once.

Every time. Without fail. That’s Abby’s routine, and tonight was no different. 

Well, except for the fact that there was some asshole bothering you while you worked. Doesn’t he know that’s her job? Only she can bother you, she’s the only one who does it right. Besides, you looked annoyed while he was talking to you. You never looked annoyed when Abby flirted. Always brushing your fingers on her bicep, giggling as she flexed, giving her a hard time for flinching after a shot. You relished in her attention even. You looked like you wanted to throw up while this guy was talking to you. Abby personally, wants to throw him a punch. Instead, she rolls her eyes and fiddles with the toothpick between her teeth, before calling you over to her. The night’s still early, maybe he’ll back off. She hasn't gotten her slice of your attention yet, so she refuses to let that be cut short. 

“Hey, princess!” She uses a hand motion towards you. Your face lights up as you walk towards her freckled face. You hadn't spoken many words to her all night. It was a relief to see the pilot in her designated stool. 

You throw your towel over your shoulder and place your hands on your hips. “How can I help you, Captain Anderson?” Your tongue pokes between your lips, a coy smile protruding.

Abby rolls her eyes. “I hate when you call me that.” She sighs playfully, “I only let my favorite bartenders call me Abby y’know.” 

You place your hand over your heart, flinching, “Silly me thinking I was the only one.” 

Abby whistles lowly at you. “None of them are half as pretty as you, baby.” She watches as you turn your head to the side shyly. She’s already got you flustered and the night’s just begun. She hasn’t even started throwing darts and flexing muscles with her squad yet.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now. “Promise?” you flirt shamelessly, curious as to what she’ll say.

“Scout’s honor princess,” she kisses three of her fingers and holds them up.

You laugh at her actions. Only Abby can have you laughing at work. In a sticky bar, tight shirt, and light hangover still cascading over you. “Okay, Abby,” You say her name sickeningly sweet. She almost bends over to her knees. “What can I get you tonight?” She smiles, tapping the paper coaster on the countertop, pretending to think. “I’m gonna go with the usual tonight babe.”

You smile, “Boring but expected.” You go to grab a glass and fill it up with ice as a deep baritone fills your ears. “Princess,” the man calls. This new customer was evidently, not privy to the unspoken rules of the bar. He winks at Abby expecting some comradery from a nickname alone. As if friendships are built off disrespecting women. 

You cringe at the nickname and don’t reply. Your legs only move to that call when it’s your favorite captain calling you.

“Oh c’mon don’t be that way.” The man continues. “What? You want a different nickname?” Abby’s jaw is clenched so tightly, that she's sure her molars have cracked. She’s clenching her fist to the point that the white of her knuckles is apparent. 

“She doesn’t respond to that,” Abby replies to the asshole. “She’s got a name.” This man is new sure, but definitely an idiot. He’s choosing to continue squaring off with the Abby Anderson. You know better. You wouldn't disrespect her even with all the alcohol in the world flooding your system. You’ve seen her in a bar fight. She’s never lost.  

“What is this your girlfriend?” He laughs drunkenly. “I mean I’m into that sort of thing,” he snorts to himself. “Why don’t you give us all a little kiss?” He continues chuckling like he’s some world-class comedian. Though, Abby doesn’t seem to find him funny. 

She runs her hand over her face. She looks at you for a moment. “Princess,” she leans in whispering, “How many bar fights in me until you said I was banned?”

You lean closer to her, whispering back, “I don’t think I’m allowed to ban the champ.” Smiling cheekily at her. She winks and clicks her tongue. That’s all she needs as reassurance to kick this guy’s ass.

She gets up from the stool, walking closer to him. Though Abby oozes dominance, when she’s standing over you it’s hard not to shit your pants. She places her hands square atop this guy’s shoulders. “I’m gonna give you just one chance to apologize to my pretty girl or else you’re gonna be banned.” 

The man brandishes off a drunk grin that’s missing two front teeth. “Ban? Me? Ban me? Nah.”

Abby rolls her eyes, “So that’s a no?” She doesn’t even give the guy a chance to answer before punching him straight in the jaw. “See someone else has had the common sense to knock two teeth from that ugly mug of yours, what’s a few more?” She mutters to herself.  There’s slight commotion, but it dies down quickly with the rest of Abby’s aviator squad coming quickly behind her. Beers still in hand, foam coating a few mustaches they ask her what happened. She wrings out her hand, “Go take his picture for the wall of shame and dump him outside.” She huffs, watching her lieutenants follow her orders.

Abby comes to sit by you in her same old worn-down barstool. She smiles as you give her a bag of ice for her hand. “What number fight is that?” You ask her softly and playfully.

“For you or in this bar?” She’s got that look in her eye, nothing but trouble.

You roll your eyes, “Don’t answer a question with a question.” You being to make the drink you never got to give the dirty blonde.

“You’re bossy tonight,” she muses, accepting the drink once you hand it to her, chugging quickly. “Fighting makes me thirsty she muses.”

You repress a smile, crossing your arms over your chest. “So Captain,” you drag out the tightly slightly. Watching as Abby raises her eyebrow at you.

“Princess,” she replies with an edge to her voice. 

“When’re you gonna bite the bullet and ask me out? Hasn’t total endless flirting with me gotten boring?” You lean against the bar top, cleavage spilling from your low-cut top. 

“How about now?” Abby works hard to make sure her eyes don’t come to your spillage. She works overtime in doing so even. It’s torturous.

You hum, “Beating up drinkies doesn’t count as a date you know?” You smile at her, propping your face against your hand.

“Our first date wouldn’t be here,” she smiles toothily. “If that’s the case, we’ve had plenty of dates while I sat in this barstool. We’re married even.” She grins at you.

Your tongue licks your lips, “Moving fast, aren’t you? Focus on the first date, Anderson.”

“Yeah get used to saying that last name, ‘cause it’ll be yours,” she clicks her tongue and winks at you. “How about I come to grab you this weekend? A nice dinner, me you, and no drunks up your ass.” 

“Does this mean I’ll finally be seeing you out of that old navy uniform Anderson?” Your smile captivates your face as you tease her. Only you would make fun of her while she’s trying to ask you out.

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t go home on the first date.” She teases, laughing softly, ‘cause it’s far from true.

“Liar,” you call her out on her shit, carefully grasping the glinting dog tags that lay around her neck. You pull her in for a kiss, for a moment there’s cheering. You know it’s from her rowdy lieutenants. You smile against her lips and pull away. “I’ll see you this weekend?” You say looking at her loved face.

“Sure thing princess.” She’s stunned. “You know what? Put a round on my tab, for celebration.” She reaffirms.

“No doubt captain,” you smile mocking a salute.

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