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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.

omg abby fingering herself thinking about her sister's friend face down on the bed, full weight on top of her as she take the strap from behind while being called pretty??? 😔❤️‍🩹 stay strong abby! you'll get there someday

a/n: rewritten and done!

she should feel guilty. she really should. this entire thing is not ethical in any way.

but this feels way too good to be thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. no, all abby can think about is how good her fingers feels inside of her, and what she would do to you if you were here. here in her bed, in her arms.

it’s embarrassing how worked up abby already is. her skin is damp and warm, and she’s already clenching around her two fingers. this is really your fault, you’re the one who has her this worked up.

it’s all your fault, your sweet voice, your pretty face and how flustered you get around her. abby loves how easy it is to make you crumble, she just loves your little school girl crush on her.

you drive abby fucking crazy, and she wishes you were here right now. she’d start with pulling you into her lap, sliding her hands down your body. she’d press a few kisses on your neck before working the buttons on your jeans.

just the thought of getting to slip her hands down your pants is enough to have abby moaning. she thanks her lucky star she’s all alone in the house, ellie sleeping over at dina’s, joel visiting tommy and maria.

abby thinks about how she’d get you real wet with her fingers, maybe even get a taste. “oh fuck” slips past her lips, and she works her fingers faster. she can feel her high coming, fast. if she wasn’t alone, abby would probably have been more embarrassed.

abby thinks about the blue strap hidden in her closet, thinks about what she’d do to you with it. imagines you pushed down onto the sheets, ass up. she knows she wouldn’t be able to resist teasing you, rubbing the toy against your lips without slipping it in for real. she’d wait till you were begging, begging for her.

“oh my god, yes” abby’s getting more and more breathy, and the muscles in her stomach are tightening. it’s the thought of your face as you cum on her silicone cock, that gets her there. she can see the way your eyebrows would scrunch up, your mouth would fall into an silent “o”.

abby thinks about the way you’d clench on the toy, how your toes would curl. she thinks about how she’d continue to fuck the toy into you even after you’ve reached your high, how she’d bend down and press her chest against your back.

abby feels her cum run down her hand as she lets out a fucking whimper. she thinks about how you’d moan her name as she whispers into your ear, how pretty her girl is for her.

the urge to kiss abby, sit on her lap, bite her neck, squeeze her boobs, let her fuck my pussy with big fat strap and breed me 😞👉👈

— minors dni

okay first of all, abby’s boobies<3 second of all, i’ve had this scenario in my head for so long, like imagine riding abby but she’s sitting up, at the edge of the bed with her feet planted on the floor. you’re in her lap, riding her and working your thighs till they burn.

faces turned against each other so you can kiss her pretty lips and pretty tits how much you want, and so she can get a full view of your face when she’s fucking up into you. abby has her hands on your hips and your breathless, the sight of you in combination with the way the strap presses on her clit is enough to her moan.

it doesn’t take long for you to give up, letting abby take full control and slamming you down onto her. with shaky arms you move your hands from her shoulders to behind her back, and you move your face so you can press kisses all over her tits. sucking down on the skin, leaving what soon will turn into small bruises all over her chest.

it’s just that feeling of being so close to each other that really gets you both going, your basically hugging onto each other. abby loves you in her lap at all times, especially when neither of you are wearing any clothes.

when you start getting close, abby’s there whispering in your ear. up until now, she’s mostly let out moans and grunts, but she can’t stop herself from letting out a breathy; “you’re gonna cum all over my cock, pretty girl?”

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.”

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.

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-i have this thing for reader gettin injured badly in front of abby like. abby turning around to smile at her and reader being shot at the same time (but not dying) just very heavy angst with abby's heart being destroyed

sorry for the silly thought but i had to share it!!

a/n: not a silly thought, i love this prompt!! also here’s some angst for y’all, not really in the headspace for writing smut tonight:P

abby always thought that someone getting hurt on her watch was the worst thing that could ever happen.

the guilt, that unbearable guilt, the guilt she knew would come after if she ever were to let that happen. no, it was her responsibility to look after her partners, and abby would never let something like that happen. she couldn’t let something like that happen. being one of isaac's top soldiers came with many responsibilities, one of them being always protecting the other wolf members.

someone else getting hurt on her watch meant that she had not only failed her partner but also isaac, and abby would never do that. could never let isaac down, never disappoint him after everything he’s done. no, she just couldn’t.

this night however, abby realises that she was wrong. it wasn't someone getting hurt on her watch that would be the worst thing, but you getting hurt on her watch. she

can feel how her heart rips in two, she can swear she almost hears her heart breaking as you gasp out a sound of surprise as you’re hit. when she hears your cries of pain, she doesn't once think about how she's failed isaac, or how she’s failed a fellow soldier. no, all she can think about is you.

there's a panic clawing inside of her chest, and her hands are clammy. her heart is beating fast, adrenaline is pumping through her veins. she needs to get you back before it’s too late, needs to save you before you’re too far gone.

it's her fault, she knows it. there is no one to blame except herself. she had been the one to convince you to come out with her, she hadn’t cared that it was dark.

all she could think about was showing you the field of wildflowers she had found the other day out on patrol. abby wonders how someone like her, who’s always thinking about safety, safety, safety, could let this happen. how someone who’s been trained like her could let this happen.

she shouldn’t have let you out of her sight. now, you’re laying in her arms, struck by an arrow some fucking scar or something must have shot at you. it doesn’t matter though, abby’s already made sure they’re dead.

she’s never pulled out a gun faster in her life, but at least you’re safe now. they can’t try to hurt you again, and can’t hurt abby before she gets you back to safety.

she can tell you’re in pain, and your groans only make the heavy feeling of guilt inside her stomach grow.

tonight, abby has been forced to face her worst nightmare. you’re hurt, you got hurt on her watch, and if she had just used her brain a little bit more you wouldn’t be in her arms, on the verge of unconsciousness.

she’s trying to get you to stay awake, but it’s hard to focus on maintaining a conversation with you while running as fast as she can with you in her arms. she’s pleading to something, someone, that you’ll make it.

seeing you hurt is enough painful as it is, abby doesn’t know what she’s do if you’d actually die.

when she finally gets there, she doesn’t even think about how disappointed isaac will be when he hears about this. doesn’t think about how she’s letting everyone down as the supposed top soldier, all she can think about is getting to someone who can help.

everything after that becomes a blur. abby’s moving on autopilot, and the heavy feeling of guilt inside of her doesn’t go away even after you’re taken in for medical care. in fact, it only grows as abby is left completely alone with her thoughts as she waits.

she wonders what you’ll say if you wake up. when you wake up. wonders if you’ll look at her differently, if you’ll look at her with disappointment. she fears you’ll be disappointed she couldn’t protect you, couldn’t do her fucking job.

it feels like hours, almost days, until someone comes and gets her. when they first walk up to her, she fears they’re here to tell her bad news. abby fears her worst nightmare has really come true.

luckily, you’re okay. you’re okay. even if abby let you down, didn’t do her job, failed you, you’re okay. and suddenly, it feels slightly easier to breathe. the sense of guilt doesn’t go away though, only grows more and more as she follows the doctor into the room you’re staying in.

she expects you to be angry with her. abby thinks she’s gonna be met with your angry scowl when the door is slowly opened and she catches sight of you in the beat down hospital bed.

but she’s not. she’s met with a tired smile, and a raspy whisper of her name.

her first reaction is shock, and she just stands in the doorway frozen. she’s just gone through the worst experience ever, and it takes a while for her brain to fully grasp the fact that it’s over. you’re okay. you’re here in front of her, and you don’t seem disappointed in her. the feeling of guilt inside abby becomes smaller.

it’s not until you try sit up, and gasp out in pain, that abby becomes able to move out of her spot. before you can blink, she’s moved across the small room and is standing next to you. grasping your hand and telling you to please stay still, your body needs rest.

you try to grip her hand, but she can tell you’re still not completely fine. your body is tired, it’s in pain, and you need to rest. “you- you scared the shit out of me out there, you know that?”

when the side of your mouth pulls into a small lopsided smile, abby feels the heavy feeling inside of her become even smaller. it’s still there, but doesn’t feel as consuming as before.

her eyes are darting across your face, searching for some sign of disappointment. worried that you’re just hiding how much she let you down by letting that fucking idiot hurt you, worried you’ll lash out any minute on her for not doing her job.

but there’s no sign of disappointment, or even anger. looking past how exhausted you seem, you actually just look happy to see her.

“thanks for saving me, abbs.” your voice is still slightly raspy, and abby uses her thumb to stroke on the skin of your hand. she doesn’t say anything, only giving you a hint of a smile back, but the heavy feeling in her stomach has grown even smaller now.

it’s weird. the worst thing abby could have ever imagined happened tonight. but you’re okay now, and even if her guilt is still there and might always be, it’s smaller. it’s manageable. abby tries to breathe in and out, make sure her voice doesn’t wobble before she speaks.

“try and get some sleep, i’ll stay here with you.”

chef!abby who has to pick up a cake in a new place and meets baker!reader 🥺

ugh the way i would kill for this trope in a romcom movie! i can totally see it, abby somehow ended up being the one who’s responsible for manny’s birthday and she can’t for the love of her life understand why. abby might be a chef, but she’s worthless at baking. always have been, always will be.

so, she does the only thing she really can. she calls her local bakery and places an order, and she goes to pick up the cake a few hours before manny’s birthday get-together. it’s a small, slightly hipster, bakery and abby can’t help but smile when she steps inside the doors. it’s cute, and it’s calm, a big difference to the stressful and high maintenance restaurant she’s currently working in.

the door has a little bell on it, notifying the staff that she’s here. abby hears a sweet voice call out; “coming!” from the back, and no matter the sweetness of your voice she couldn’t have prepared herself to see you.

“wow, you’re beautiful…” and abby feels her face burst into flames when you let out a shy chuckle at her words, realising she actually said that out loud. she can see you attempting to rub the flour on your hands on your apron, before pressing the keyboard at the register. abby wants the floor beneath her feet to open up and swallow her whole, even more so when you bring out the cake and she remembers what design she had requested.

“… funny.”

“excuse me?” abby rasps out, and when you give her a small smile it feels like her heart grows a few sizes. you’re adorable, in your little apron with handprints of flour on it. “i said, i thought it was funny. the cake design.”

she coughs awkwardly and shifts her weight around on her feet. “it’s for a friend- it’s like… an inside joke.” abby pulls out her card, quickly paying for it and praying that her cheeks aren’t as red as they feel like. god, she can’t believe she thought it would be a good idea to order a cake with frosting that says “congratulations, whore” on it.

“tell your friend congratulations then, hope they like the cake.” abby doesn’t know what possess her, if it’s your cute smile or your sweet voice or your pretty face, but she manages to muster up some courage. abby makes sure she doesn’t leave without your number, and she makes sure not to leave before asking you out so dinner. and abby knows, she knows, that her heart grew a few sizes when she saw your smile as you let out a soft “sure”.

credits : @dinasno1gf on Twitter

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credits : @dinasno1gf on Twitter