Abby! (ref Cred To @/abbyspinesoap On Twitter)

wife pleaser (i don’t mean the shirt)

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downtown Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

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comfort; abby anderson

summary; comforting abby after a rough patrol.

wc; 452

a/n; fr not happy with this but it was a cute idea😞 and i need something to post !!!!

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the look on abby’s face says it all as she trudges into the apartment, her footsteps heavy against the floor as she makes her way over to your shared section of the room.

you’re both glad that manny isn’t here right now, knowing him he’s probably out banging that damn scientist again. and it leaves the two of you alone and unbothered for the rest of the night.

abby looks like she’s had such a rough day. the bags under her eyes tantamount to the stress she’s feeling and the lack of sleep she’s been functioning on, her usually bright eyes seeming dull and lifeless. she pulls her tank top over her head and leaves it to fall to the floor beside the bed, kicking her boots off with a subtle thud before pulling her cargo pants down her long legs.

you pull the covers back and make grabby hands at her, “cmere, baby~” abby immediately lets herself be pulled down into your arms with a sigh, her body relaxing from its stiff and rigid state. the tiny bed leaving you in a bit of an uncomfortable position but she couldn't care less right now. all she needs is you.

you lay her on your chest and bring the covers up to warm her exposed body, running your hands up and down her back slowly. she relaxes even further and gently rests her head against you. as she lets her guard down, she takes a slow breath, and when she exhales, there is a slight tremble in her voice, “bad day.“

with a quiet sob, she lets herself cry into your shirt without saying another word. she’s so sore and overall frustrated with her day, and the only way to express her feelings is by breaking down in your arms.

she’s clutching at your body, desperately trying to get closer. she’s a mess, breathing erratically as she tries to calm down. she’s trying to keep herself together, but her tough exterior is crumbling, and it seems that she’s finally letting you see just how much she’s been bottling up. she’s still being fairly self composed, but you can tell she desperately needs comfort.

“shhh…baby, its okay. im right here-” you coo at her and kiss her forehead. she knows its true too, you're the only person she can even let her guard down with and allow herself to be vulnerable with. you're her rock, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

you continue to rub her back and whisper soothing words to her as you wipe her remaining tears. you start to stroke her soft hair until her body goes completely lax and she drifts off to sleep in your arms.

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an; THIS IS SO BAD IM SORRY…..but….dbf!abby fic part 2 coming maybeee tonight !!🤞🏼

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post club partying and you’re at a diner, tipsy and love drunk, messily inhaling a cheese burger and fries while abby devours hers with a little more manners. she’s not as drunk as you and spends most of her time smiling at your drunk swaying/dancing to the overhead radio as you munch on your burger, holding it with two hands, elbows tucked into your side like a child. you’re blasted.

the two of you are sharing a blackberry milkshake with one straw because according to you it’s “better for the environment”

there’s a few other customers but only one waitress, who like every waitress in a small diner, is a 50 year old lesbian with a dry sense of humor. she hums in amusement when she first takes your order. you were oblivious to her, your hands playing with abby’s left one and your eyes locked onto abby’s face, smiling adoringly at her. the blonde hands the waitress the menus with her free right hand, ordering the basic diner meal and of course the blackberry shake with a passionate “one straw please!” coming from you though your eyes never leave her face

when the waitress brings the check, abby has moved to your side of the table. you’re tucked into her side, sucking the last of the blackberry milkshake aka 99% of the seeds through the straw. the waitress places the check next to abby’s plate with a pen.

“you two are too cute,” the waitress says as soft as you can after years of smoking cheap cigs. “it’s nice to see the young ones doing so well. goodnight sweethearts”

and with abby’s strength, a lot of patience, and your sudden burst of energy, you successfully make it back to the car and tucked into the passenger seat. she starts the car, making sure the seat heater is on before you even ask. she snags a sweatshirt from the back and places it over your legs as a blanket. when she pulls out of the dark parking lot where the only light comes from the windows and single sign of the diner, she takes one last glance at your cute sleepy face until it gets too dark to see before driving your drunk ass home <3

-on alternate timelines and universes

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i can fix her

emails i can’t send <3

౨ৎ abby anderson;

one shots:

- taking care of a tired Abby.. (nsfw)

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౨ৎ ellie williams;

one shots:

-wip..

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Thinking about Abby just loving back and head scratchs

You're just sitting on the couch,reading,Abby comes back from patrol tired,like extremely tired.She greeted you with a soft hug and kiss before she goes to shower.She barely has energy to shower but she still does.At home,she usually just wears men's shorts and a t-shirt but this time,she just put on her boxers and grabbed one of your t-shirts and puts it on (which surprisingly fits her and is a little losse on her).She makes her way to you and lays down on the couch with her head in your lap.You put the bookmark in your book,close it and put it down on the coffee table.You hand instinctively goes to undo her braid,you lightly comb your fingers through her hair while she hums in approval.While one hand is gently massageing her scalp and lightly scratching it,your other hand rests on her back.You start to gently scratch her back as well.Abby hums in approval and she leans slightly into your touch.Every night after patrol looked like this,Abby asleep in your lap while you gently scratch her back and head.This doesn't just happen after patrol,it happens most of the time when it's a rather lazy day.Abby either laying on top of you or in your lap,while you gently scratch her back and scalp, peppering kisses to her forehead as well

Something that's not smut for a change