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hi!! could you write something domestic/fluffy with abby? maybe something like her or reader cooking breakfast for the two of them and the other waking up and just admiring the cute little domestic life they have đ idk iâm a sucker for shit like that đ«¶
a/n: iâm getting through the asks in my inbox as fast as i can promise! also i'm currently writing my first big abby fic so... stay tuned babes
the first thing abby notices when she wakes up is the empty spot beside her. she stretches her arm out, feeling the cold side of the bed where you usually lay. it's rare that you wake up before her, abby usually has time to go on her daily run, come home and start showering before you drag yourself out of your shared bed.
sitting up and picking up the clothes that had hastily been thrown on the floor yesterday, abby starts smiling at the memory of the previous night's activities. she had taken you out to a nice restaurant to celebrate your anniversary, she had wined and dined your ass as you put it, and when she took you home you were more than happy to show her how grateful you were for the romantic night out.
walking out of the bedroom, following the delicious smell of something cooking, abby's mind replayed the way you kissed her last night. the way you looked at her, that love and adoration in your eyes, the way your soft lips felt on hers.
the smile on her face grew even bigger when she finally got to the kitchen, seeing you next to the stove, flipping pancakes. you're wearing one of her t-shirts, the material hanging off your shoulders.
for a few seconds, abby just watches you. leaning against the doorframe. she's soaking it all in- you, cooking in your shared kitchen, in your shared apartment, in her clothes. it's almost as if time has stopped outside of your little home together, it's like it's just the two of you in the entire world. just by looking at you, abby has been consumed with a warm, happy and calm feeling.
in a little bit, abby will break out of her trance and walk up you, wrap her arms around your waist and rest her chin on your shoulder. you'll greet her with a soft "mornin' abby" and lean back into her touch. you'll ask her to get some plates, she'll give your exposed shoulder a kiss and open the cabinets.
and when you finally get to sit down to eat your breakfast, she'll mumble a thank you for the pancakes before stuffing her face. youÀll just smile softly at her before happily replying; "anything for my girl"
abby anderson is made of sunlight đ
a/n: couldnât stop thinking about christinaâs sun monologue to meredith in greyâs anatomy, so i had to get that in here (sorry not sorry)
i've said this before and i'll say it again, summer is abby's season. not only does it bring out her pretty freckles even more and give her pretty skin a sun-kissed glow, it's the time of the year she can reach her final form.
abby is just the embodiment of summer.
you first realise it the very first time time she smiles at you. when she shows you her pearly whites, and her entire face lights up, you realise it. that abby anderson is the sun.
she has an ability to spread a sense of warmth through you, an ability only she and the sun has. when you pull a smile out of her the way she makes you feel is the same feeling you get when the sun starts showing again after the winter.
think about months of darkness and coldness, there being no difference between night and day- and then think about how it feels when the sun appears again. being blessed by the warm feeling on your face as you let the sun shine on you.
think about how it feels to soak in the summer heat, how it feels to lay down on the grass or sand. when the warm sun allows your entire body to relax in a way that it never has before.
thatâs what abby does to you, thatâs what she does to everything around her. i think youâll tell her one day, and sheâll be speechless. youâre arguing with her, and arguments with abby comes rarely. she spreads too much happiness through your veins for you to ever make you mad.
itâs the way owen treats her that starts it. it angers you, and what makes you even more angry is the way she allows it. itâs as if she believes she deserves it, as if she canât see that sheâs like the sun.
you try to talk sense into her, but itâs not working. instead, she gets angry with you. youâre not met with the beautiful smile youâve grown accustomed to, but instead a scowl. she starts off with defending owen, but then you say that she deserves more. and that you canât believe why she lets someone step over her like that.
she starts pressing you, asking what it is to you. sheâs angry and offended for owen, which only spurs you on more. after that itâs downhill, you open your mouth and canât stop.
âabby, youâre a great soldier and extraordinary friend.â sheâs still mad at you, you see the way her nostrils flare and the way her fists clench.
âdonât let owen eclipse that.â the anger runs off you, and suddenly youâre speaking more quietly. a little bit breathless, and youâre reaching out your hand but suddenly retract it. as if you were about to reach out to her. and you can see that abbyâs calming down as well, the fire in her eyes slowly disappearing.
âheâs very⊠charming. but heâs not the sun. you are.â you leave her speechless and you canât help but swallow. wait for her reaction, for her to say something. instead she only looks down at the floor, and then up.
when you meet her eyes again, the fire is completely gone. instead her eyes are filled with something that makes you feel warm in that way she always make you feel. gone is the angry abby, and here is the sun youâre used to.
abbyâs the embodiment of summer. itâs like someone picked down sun from the sky with their very own hands and placed her here. you keep on staring at her, and the sun beams back at you.
i need comphet!abby to see me for the first time and then immediately start questioning her sexualityđ€đŒ
a/n: i fucking love comphet!abby, thank you for this anon. also iâm 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 hasnât 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 âsorryâ it was like you shot an arrow through her heart.
god, youâre cute. and beautiful.
she blames it on the fact that youâre just too pretty, sheâs human after all and all humans appreciate beauty. abby wonât realise why she felt that way until much later on, long after sheâs 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.
itâs not until youâve sparked up a friendship that it dawns on her, that the movies were right about love. she just hadnât been looking on the right direction.
abby would literally reply to her girlfriend's texts with: one more âđ„șâ and youâre getting bent over yes i think about modern!abby a lot
not only that but sheâd text you it when she knows youâre busy. abby canât help but smile to herself when she hits the send-button, knowing youâll be pressing your thighs together and thinking about her bending you over, running her big hands over your back and having her way with you.
all you did was reply đ„ș when she messaged you that she misses you, oh, and also when she told you sheâd have dinner ready when you got home âcause she knows youâll be tired from work, oh, and a third time when she told you she couldnât wait till you get home.
and abby canât wait till you get home, especially not after you only replied đ„ș to that message. sheâs gonna make sure to show you she means business when you get home.
Abby Anderson- AI generated fics.
some reader-insert stories iâve had AI generate for me.
some of these scenes might not make sense or might be repetitive. I mean this is AI lol.
Abby and Reader being mommies <3
In the quiet moments between scavenging and navigating the post-apocalyptic world, a bond deeper than survival blossomed between Abby and you. Amid the ruins of the old world, love took root, and the two of you found solace and strength in each other's company.
As time passed, your relationship deepened, and a shared dream emerged â the desire to build a semblance of family in a world that seemed determined to erase such notions. It was against this backdrop that the idea of a child took shape, a glimmer of hope in a seemingly endless struggle.
Months later, in a small, hidden enclave that you and Abby had come to call home, the soft cries of a newborn filled the air. Together, you held your daughter in your arms, her tiny fingers wrapping around yours, a symbol of resilience and the enduring power of love.
Abby's protective instincts, once reserved for the harsh realities of survival, extended to your little one. With a careful touch, she cradled your daughter, her eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and unwavering commitment. The challenges of the outside world were still ever-present, but within the confines of your makeshift home, a sense of warmth and belonging flourished.
One day, as Abby was teaching your daughter how to fashion makeshift toys from scavenged materials, you couldn't help but smile at the scene. "Look, kiddo, a little doll from these scraps. It's not as pretty as the ones from the old world, but it's made with love," Abby said, her gaze softening as she handed the tiny creation to your daughter.
Your daughter, still learning to grasp objects, giggled and clumsily reached for the doll, her eyes lighting up with joy. You joined them on the makeshift rug, your heart swelling with gratitude for these simple yet profound moments of family.
As the days passed, you and Abby took turns soothing your daughter during restless nights. One evening, after Abby had settled her back to sleep, you found her gazing at the stars through a crack in the makeshift roof.
"She's a blessing," Abby said, her voice tinged with emotion. "I never thought I'd find this in the midst of all the chaos."
You wrapped your arms around her, sharing a silent acknowledgment of the journey that brought you to this point. "We found something worth fighting for," you replied, your gaze meeting Abby's with a shared sense of determination.
Late one evening, you found Abby sitting by the dim light of a makeshift lantern, a book in her hands. Your daughter nestled against her chest, her eyes wide with curiosity as Abby read a story about the world that once was. "And they lived happily ever after," Abby concluded, her gaze meeting yours with a soft smile.
Together, the three of you faced the challenges of this new life, weaving a narrative of love, resilience, and hope. In a world defined by loss, your family stood as a testament to the strength found in unexpected connections, turning the bleak canvas of the post-apocalyptic world into a canvas colored by the bonds of love and the promise of a better tomorrow.
One afternoon, you and Abby found a quiet corner of your enclave, surrounded by makeshift pillows and blankets. Your daughter, now a little explorer, crawled between you, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"What do you think, little one? Shall we build a tower?" Abby suggested, reaching for a pile of scavenged items that could pass as building blocks.
You chuckled, "Sounds like a plan. Let's see if we have an architect in the making." The three of you began stacking the items, each block met with an enthusiastic giggle from your daughter.
As the tower reached an impressive height (by post-apocalyptic standards), Abby playfully pretended to lose her balance, causing the tower to wobble. Your daughter erupted in laughter, her infectious joy spreading to both of you.
"Who knew the apocalypse could be so much fun?" Abby quipped, a playful glint in her eyes.
Another day, as you prepared a makeshift dinner, Abby joined in, holding your daughter in her arms. "Hey, little chef, wanna help stir the soup?" Abby asked, guiding your daughter's tiny hand with hers.
With exaggerated concentration, your daughter mimicked the stirring motion, a proud grin spreading across her face. "Good job, sweetheart! You're a natural," Abby praised, exchanging a proud glance with you.
As you all sat down for the meal, your daughter attempted to feed herself, resulting in a charming mess. "Looks like someone inherited your eating skills," Abby teased, wiping a small smudge from your daughter's cheek.
"Like mother, like daughter," you replied with a laugh, savoring the precious moments of family amid the challenges of survival.
Late at night, as you and Abby settled your daughter to sleep, a quiet lullaby filled the air. Abby hummed a gentle tune, her fingers brushing softly against your daughter's cheek. "Sweet dreams, little one," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody.
With a shared smile, you and Abby retreated to a quiet corner, reflecting on the day's moments of laughter, mess, and love. In the glow of dim lantern light, your makeshift enclave became a haven filled not only with survival but with the rich tapestry of a family sculpted by the enduring bonds of affection and shared joy.
One evening, after your daughter had drifted into a peaceful sleep, you and Abby found a quiet moment on the makeshift balcony of your enclave. The dim light of the fading sunset painted the sky with hues of orange and pink. With a shared glance, you leaned against the railing, a comfortable silence settling between you.
Abby spoke first, her voice soft, "Remember when we first met? It feels like a lifetime ago."
You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "It's incredible how much has changed since then. We've built something special here."
Abby's gaze lingered on yours, a depth of emotion shining in her eyes. "I never thought I'd have thisâa family, a home. I owe it all to you."
Brushing a strand of hair from her face, you replied, "We've built this together, Abby. It's not just me. We found something worth fighting for in each other."
As the night settled in, you and Abby retreated to the warmth of your enclave. With a makeshift blanket fort and a flickering lantern, the atmosphere became intimate. The two of you shared stories, reminiscing about the past and dreaming of a future beyond survival.
"I used to think the world ended with the outbreak, but maybe it's a chance for something new," Abby mused, her fingers tracing patterns on the blanket.
You leaned in, capturing her hand in yours. "Maybe it's a chance for us to build a different kind of worldâone filled with love and moments like these."
In the soft glow of the lantern, surrounded by the remnants of the old world, you and Abby found solace in the simplicity of connection. Together, you embraced the present, knowing that every shared moment was a small triumph against the chaos that surrounded you.
In the quiet moments between scavenging and navigating the post-apocalyptic world, a bond deeper than survival blossomed between Abby and you. Amid the ruins of the old world, love took root, and the two of you found solace and strength in each other's company.
As time passed, your relationship deepened, and a shared dream emerged â the desire to build a semblance of family in a world that seemed determined to erase such notions. It was against this backdrop that the idea of a child took shape, a glimmer of hope in a seemingly endless struggle.
Months later, in a small, hidden enclave that you and Abby had come to call home, the soft cries of a toddler filled the air. Your daughter, a bundle of energy and joy, became the center of your makeshift world. She toddled around, her curious eyes taking in the remnants of a world she would never know.
Abby's protective instincts, once reserved for the harsh realities of survival, extended to your little one. With a careful touch, she cradled your daughter, her eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and unwavering commitment. The challenges of the outside world were still ever-present, but within the confines of your makeshift home, a sense of warmth and belonging flourished.
One day, as Abby fashioned a small toy for your daughter, you couldn't help but smile at the scene. "Look, kiddo, a little doll from these scraps. It's not as pretty as the ones from the old world, but it's made with love," Abby said, her gaze softening as she handed the tiny creation to your daughter.
Your daughter, still learning to grasp objects, giggled and clumsily reached for the doll, her eyes lighting up with joy. "Mama made this for you," you added, exchanging a proud glance with Abby. The three of you sat together, surrounded by makeshift toys and the warmth of shared laughter.
One afternoon, you and Abby found a quiet corner of your enclave, surrounded by makeshift pillows and blankets. Your daughter, now a little explorer, crawled between you, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"What do you think, little one? Shall we build a tower?" Abby suggested, reaching for a pile of scavenged items that could pass as building blocks.
You chuckled, "Sounds like a plan. Let's see if we have an architect in the making." The three of you began stacking the items, each block met with an enthusiastic giggle from your daughter.
As the tower reached an impressive height (by post-apocalyptic standards), Abby playfully pretended to lose her balance, causing the tower to wobble. Your daughter erupted in laughter, her infectious joy spreading to both of you.
"Who knew the apocalypse could be so much fun?" Abby quipped, a playful glint in her eyes.
Another day, as you prepared a makeshift dinner, Abby joined in, holding your daughter in her arms. "Hey, little chef, wanna help stir the soup?" Abby asked, guiding your daughter's tiny hand with hers.
With exaggerated concentration, your daughter mimicked the stirring motion, a proud grin spreading across her face. "Good job, sweetheart! You're a natural," Abby praised, exchanging a proud glance with you.
As you all sat down for the meal, your daughter attempted to feed herself, resulting in a charming mess. "Looks like someone inherited your eating skills," Abby teased, wiping a small smudge from your daughter's cheek.
"Like mother, like daughter," you replied with a laugh, savoring the precious moments of family amid the challenges of survival.
Late one evening, you found Abby sitting by the dim light of a makeshift lantern, a book in her hands. Your daughter nestled against her chest, her eyes wide with curiosity as Abby read a story about the world that once was. "And they lived happily ever after," Abby concluded, her gaze meeting yours with a soft smile.
"I think our little one enjoyed that," you remarked, watching your daughter's eyes flutter closed in contentment.
"She's got good taste in stories, just like her parents," Abby replied, her arm wrapped around both of you. In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of a broken world, your family stood as a beacon of love, resilience, and hopeâa testament to the enduring power of connection in the face of adversity.
One evening, after your daughter had drifted into a peaceful sleep, you and Abby found a quiet moment on the makeshift balcony of your enclave. The dim light of the fading sunset painted the sky with hues of orange and pink. With a shared glance, you leaned against the railing, a comfortable silence settling between you.
Abby spoke first, her voice soft, "Remember when we first met? It feels like a lifetime ago."
You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "It's incredible how much has changed since then. We've built something special here."
Abby's gaze lingered on yours, a depth of emotion shining in her eyes. "I never thought I'd have thisâa family, a home. I owe it all to you."
Brushing a strand of hair from her face, you replied, "We've built this together, Abby. It's not just me. We found something worth fighting for in each other."
As the night settled in, you and Abby retreated to the warmth of your enclave. With a makeshift blanket fort and a flickering lantern, the atmosphere became intimate. The two of you shared stories, reminiscing about the past and dreaming of a future beyond survival.
"I used to think the world ended with the outbreak, but maybe it's a chance for something new," Abby mused, her fingers tracing patterns on the blanket.
You leaned in, capturing her hand in yours. "Maybe it's a chance for us to build a different kind of worldâone filled with love and moments like these."
In the soft glow of the lantern, surrounded by the remnants of the old world, you and Abby found solace in the simplicity of connection. Together, you embraced the present, knowing that every shared moment was a small triumph against the chaos that surrounded you.
As the night deepened, the fort became a haven for whispered confessions and shared laughter. Abby's eyes sparkled with a tenderness that transcended the harsh realities of the world outside. "I never imagined finding such joy in the midst of all this," she admitted, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on your arm.
You smiled, savoring the warmth of the moment. "We've created something beautiful hereâa family, a home. It's a testament to what love can withstand."
Abby leaned in, capturing your lips in a lingering kiss. In the quiet intimacy of your makeshift fort, surrounded by the echoes of your daughter's dreams, you and Abby discovered that, even in a world shattered by chaos, love had the power to rebuild and redefine.
In the aftermath of your shared intimacy, the atmosphere within the makeshift fort shifted. The quiet, previously punctuated by hushed whispers and gentle exploration, now became a sanctuary of shared contemplation. Abby's fingers continued their soothing pattern on your arm, tracing invisible lines that mirrored the unspoken connection between you.
As the lantern flickered, casting a warm and intimate glow, Abby's gaze met yours. The vulnerability exchanged in those quiet moments spoke louder than words ever could. The tangled sheets and the soft rustle of fabric served as tangible reminders of a shared history, a refuge created amid the chaos outside.
Your daughter, oblivious to the complexities of the adult world, stirred in her sleep, prompting a shared smile between you and Abby. It was a testament to the delicate balance between parenthood and maintaining the essence of your relationship amid the challenges of the post-apocalyptic reality.
In the quiet aftermath, you found solace in each other's arms, the fort transformed into a haven where the weight of the world could be set aside, if only for a moment. Conversations unfolded naturally, blending moments of shared laughter and introspective musings.
Abby's voice, a comforting melody, filled the air as she shared stories of her past and dreams of the future. The vulnerability exchanged in the aftermath of your shared intimacy created a space for honesty and a deeper understanding of each other.
As the night progressed, the makeshift fort became a place where love, connection, and shared intimacy intertwined with the echoes of a once-forgotten world. In the dim glow of the lantern, surrounded by the remnants of the old world, your family, forged through love and resilience, stood as a testament to the enduring power of connection in a world reshaped by hardship.
The morning sunlight seeped through the cracks in the makeshift fort, signaling the start of a new day in your enclave. Your daughter, full of boundless energy, tumbled into the room with an infectious giggle. Abby and you exchanged amused glances, already anticipating the flurry of toddler antics that would follow.
"Good morning, little explorer!" Abby exclaimed, scooping your daughter into her arms. "What adventures await us today?"
You joined the playful banter, "Maybe a quest for the legendary toy stash? I heard it's guarded by the fearsome plush dragon."
Your daughter's eyes widened with excitement, her tiny hands clapping. "Dragon! Dragon!"
Abby grinned, playing along, "Alright, brave adventurer, we shall embark on a daring quest to uncover the treasures hidden within our fortress!"
The fort, now repurposed into a castle of imagination, became the backdrop for the morning adventure. Boxes transformed into mythical creatures, and discarded fabrics became royal capes. Laughter echoed through the enclave as your daughter, Abby, and you embraced the magic of storytelling and make-believe.
After the epic quest, the three of you settled in a cozy corner, surrounded by a makeshift picnic of scavenged treats. Abby produced a small wooden box, a relic from the past, filled with a collection of colorful buttons.
"Look what I found on our last scavenging run. A treasure trove of buttons!" Abby announced, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
Your daughter's eyes widened, fingers reaching for the vibrant buttons. "Buttons! Pretty!"
Abby carefully spread the buttons on a cloth, and the three of you began sorting them by color and size. Each button became a tiny world of discovery, a moment of shared fascination and joy.
As the morning unfolded into afternoon, the fort became a space for creative expression. Crayons and pieces of salvaged paper turned into an impromptu art session. Abby, armed with a makeshift crown of twigs, declared herself the "Queen of Crafts," eliciting peals of laughter from your daughter.
In the midst of the artistic chaos, you found a moment to capture the scene with a makeshift camera fashioned from scavenged materials. Abby posed with exaggerated regality, while your daughter, adorned with a lopsided crown of her own, giggled in delight.
As evening approached, you and Abby took turns reading stories to your daughter, the makeshift lantern casting a warm glow on the tales of adventure and friendship. Your daughter nestled against Abby, her eyes heavy with contentment.
Abby whispered, "She's got a love for stories, just like her parents."
You smiled, appreciating the simple joy of these shared moments. "Our little bookworm in the making."
The night settled in, and as you and Abby tucked your daughter into her improvised bed, the fort transformed into a sanctuary of dreams. The rhythmic sounds of a lullaby hummed by Abby filled the air, lulling your daughter into a peaceful slumber.
In the quiet moments that followed, you and Abby found a corner of the fort to share a quiet conversation. The glow of the lantern reflected the smiles exchanged between you, a silent acknowledgment of the richness these small moments brought to your lives amidst the unpredictable landscape of the post-apocalyptic world.
As you gazed at the makeshift family you had created, surrounded by remnants of the old world and the warmth of shared laughter, the fort became more than just a structure of survival. It was a canvas for love, creativity, and the enduring strength found in the unbreakable bonds formed amid the challenges of this new reality.
Abby, tracing patterns on your daughter's makeshift bedspread, remarked, "I never thought I'd find this kind of happiness in a world like ours."
You turned to her, sharing a tender smile. "Love has a way of finding us, even in the most unexpected places."
Your daughter, even in her sleep, let out a soft sigh, a testament to the security she felt within the fort of your family's making. As you and Abby settled into a quiet night within the fort's embrace, the echoes of shared laughter and whispered conversations lingered, weaving a tapestry of connection that outshone the shadows of the world beyond.
Sick reader
As the grip of illness tightened, every movement became an effort, and the fort that once symbolized comfort felt like a battleground. The warmth of Abby's hand on your forehead provided a fleeting moment of relief, but the persistent chill refused to subside.
Abby's voice, a soft melody of concern, cut through the fog of your discomfort. "You're burning up, love. We need to bring that fever down."
A feeble nod was your response as you buried your face in Abby's neck, seeking solace in the familiar scent of her. "I feel awful," you admitted, your voice muffled against her skin.
A gentle hand cupped the back of your head, Abby's fingers threading through your hair. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here."
The makeshift bed felt more like a sanctuary as Abby tucked you in with extra care. The soft touch of her fingers against your cheek brought a brief reprieve from the persistent ache.
Your daughter, sensing the gravity of the situation, wobbled over with a concerned expression. "Mama sad?"
Abby, ever the pillar of reassurance, knelt down to her level. "Mama's not feeling well, sweetheart. We're going to take care of her, okay?"
Your daughter nodded solemnly, her tiny hand reaching out to pat your arm. "I help Mama."
As Abby moved to fetch a damp cloth to cool your forehead, you clung to her with a desperate whine. "Abby, it hurts everywhere."
Abby returned promptly, pressing the cool cloth against your forehead. "I know, love. This will help. Just focus on getting some rest."
Despite the discomfort, a soft smile formed on your face as Abby's fingers traced soothing circles on your arm. The fort, once a backdrop for joyous play, now became a haven for healing.
Hours passed, the ebb and flow of fever dreams blending with the comforting presence of Abby. Your daughter, determined to contribute, presented a small cup of water, her eyes wide with earnest concern.
"Drink, Mama. It make you feel better," she urged, mimicking Abby's earlier actions.
You took a sip, the simple act bringing a momentary sense of relief. Abby, sitting by your side, squeezed your hand in silent encouragement. "Good job, sweetheart. You're helping Mama a lot."
As night fell, Abby nestled beside you, providing a reassuring presence. Your daughter, curled up on the other side, clutched a makeshift teddy bear, her eyes fluttering with exhaustion.
Abby's voice, a lullaby in the quiet night, soothed your restless mind. "Try to rest, love. I'll be right here."
You shifted, seeking comfort, and Abby adjusted to accommodate your weakened state. With a sigh, you murmured, "I just want to feel better."
"I know," Abby whispered, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on your arm. "We'll get through this together."
In the stillness of the fort, time seemed to blur, but Abby's unwavering care remained a constant. As the fever ebbed and flowed, moments of lucidity brought a renewed appreciation for the warmth shared within these makeshift walls.
Days melded into nights, and with each passing moment, your strength slowly returned. Abby, ever attentive, kept vigil by your side, offering comfort in the form of gentle touches and encouraging words.
One afternoon, as the haze of illness lifted, your daughter toddled over with a bright smile. "Mama better now?"
You managed a weak but genuine smile. "Much better, sweetheart. Thanks to both of you."
Abby chimed in, her eyes reflecting relief. "You did great, little one. Mama's on the mend."
In the aftermath of sickness, the fort, once a refuge for playful adventures, transformed into a symbol of resilience and love. Your daughter, with her tiny hands and unwavering spirit, and Abby, with her steady presence and tender care, had turned the battle against illness into a testament of familial strength.
As the fort embraced a newfound tranquility, the echoes of shared laughter returned, this time layered with the triumph over adversity. With Abby by your side and your daughter's infectious giggles filling the air, the makeshift enclave stood as a sanctuary of love, resilient in the face of life's unpredictable challenges.
Now, with the worst of the illness behind you, Abby suggested a change of scenery. "How about some fresh air, love? A little walk might do wonders."
You nodded weakly, appreciating her thoughtfulness. As you slowly made your way outside, supported by Abby's steadying arm, the cool breeze carried a sense of renewal. The fort, while comforting, felt confining after days of illness.
Abby guided you to a quiet spot where you could rest. The dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a gentle glow. You leaned against Abby, taking in the serenity of the moment.
"Better out here?" Abby asked, her eyes filled with concern.
You smiled, feeling the warmth of the sun on your face. "Much better. Thank you for taking care of me."
Abby pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. "Always, love. That's what we do for each other."
As you savored the tranquility, your daughter toddled over, a flower in her hand. "Pretty flower, Mama!"
You accepted the gift with gratitude. "Thank you, sweetheart. It's beautiful."
Abby joined in, "Our little gardener is quite the artist."
With newfound energy, you engaged in a simple game of peek-a-boo with your daughter, laughter replacing the earlier pallor of sickness. Abby's watchful eyes reflected both.
Amid the attempt to enjoy the fresh air, a sudden wave of nausea surged within you, a stark reminder that the remnants of illness still lingered. Clinging to Abby for support, you felt a bead of sweat forming on your forehead.
Abby sensed the shift in your demeanor, concern etched across her face. "Love, are you okay?"
You attempted to nod, but a sudden bout of nausea overwhelmed you. Without warning, you lurched forward, and Abby swiftly guided you to a more secluded spot, away from the makeshift fort.
Your daughter, sensing the tension, toddled after you, her eyes wide with worry. "Mama? What happened?"
Abby knelt beside you, holding your hair back as the unfortunate events unfolded. The fort, once a sanctuary, now witnessed a raw and vulnerable moment.
You tried to apologize through the discomfort, "I'm sorry, Abby. I thought I was feeling better."
Abby, ever composed, offered reassurance. "It's okay, love. These things happen. Let's take it slow."
As you leaned against a tree, catching your breath, Abby fetched a makeshift canteen filled with water. "Take small sips. We'll wait here until you're ready to go back."
Your daughter, though puzzled, attempted to bring a sense of comfort. She handed you a soft cloth, her tiny hand pressing it against your forehead. "Cool, Mama. Make you feel better."
You managed a weak smile, touched by her empathy. "Thank you, sweetheart. Mama just needs a moment."
Abby's supportive presence and your daughter's genuine concern created an atmosphere of understanding. The fort, no longer just a backdrop for play, became a sanctuary for vulnerability and acceptance.
After a few minutes, as the queasiness subsided, Abby helped you stand. "Take it easy, love. We can head back whenever you're ready."
As you leaned on Abby for support, your daughter clung to your free hand, her expression a mix of curiosity and compassion. The fort, once a symbol of resilience, now bore witness to the nuances of recovery.
With each step back, the fort felt more familiar, and the sense of unity within this makeshift family strengthened. Abby's steadying presence, your daughter's innocent concern, and the shared acceptance of vulnerability turned the episode into a testament of the genuine connections forged amidst the challenges of the post-apocalyptic world.
As you settled back into the fort, Abby fetched a blanket and gently draped it over your shoulders. "Rest here for a while, love. We'll take care of you."
Your daughter, undeterred by the recent events, nestled beside you, offering a small plush toy. "Bear makes everything better, Mama."
You chuckled weakly, grateful for the simplicity of her gestures. "You're right, sweetheart. Bear does help."
Abby, sitting close, spoke softly, "You've been through a lot, but you're doing great. We're here for you."
In the quiet aftermath, the fort became a haven of recovery, a space where vulnerability was met with unwavering support. As you closed your eyes, enveloped in the makeshift embrace of blankets and love, the fort echoed not just with laughter but also with the resilience found in shared moments of acceptance and care.
Abbyâs hot voice
As the night settled over the fort, casting shadows that danced in the dim light, you found a moment of quiet intimacy with Abby. The makeshift walls seemed to cocoon the two of you in a secluded space, away from the remnants of the day.
Abby, sitting by your side, traced gentle patterns on your hand as you gazed into the darkness beyond. The air was charged with a subtle energy, prompting you to speak your thoughts.
"You know, Abby," you began, your voice soft in the stillness of the night, "I've always loved your voice."
Her gaze shifted to you, curiosity in her eyes. "My voice?"
You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah. It's soothing, comforting. I love listening to you talk, especially late at night like this."
The shadows seemed to embolden your words as you continued, "It's more than that, Abby. I think your voice is really hot."
Abby's eyebrows arched in surprise, a mixture of amusement and warmth in her expression. "Hot, huh?"
You chuckled, feeling a hint of bashfulness. "Yeah, hot. There's something about it that just... I don't know, it gets to me."
A playful glint sparked in Abby's eyes. "Is that so? I never thought of my voice that way."
"It's true," you insisted. "Especially when you speak softly like you do now. It's like a secret shared between just the two of us."
Abby's laughter, a gentle melody in the quiet night, resonated with the vulnerability of the moment. "Well, I'm honored to have a 'hot' voice, then."
The fort, witnessing the exchange, felt like a sanctuary for confessions and shared intimacies. As the night wore on, you found comfort in the soft cadence of Abby's voice, the warmth of shared laughter, and the unspoken connection that deepened with each whispered revelation.
AINT NO WAY @abbygf GOT DEACTIVATED CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP FIND REBLOGS IM CRYINGG (especially of the stepmom sevika p1 and 2 đđ - i got it guys :DDD)
these are the ones i've found so far
omg y'all i recently watched a play through of tlou2 and fell in love with abby now this is making me think of all the content i missed time to cry again-
Okay I just finished watching a full gameplay of The Last of Us 2 and I just have to say that it was amazing. The characters, the small dialogue, voice acting, scenery, and the messages that make me question what this game is really about. Is it about the last of the human race because of an apocalypse or last of sane humanity?
The parallels between Ellie and Abbyâs lives made me question who really is the bad guy and what made them turn out that way. But after all, it turns out they were super similar characters and had the same goals. Although it was the gameâs intention to make viewers believe that Abby was the bad guy at first, it was revealed that through her perspective that she was just like Ellie.
Personally, I think the final fight between Ellie and Abby could have been a bit deeper. Maybe with a final word to each other about why they did what they did or maybe Abby questioning why she let her go (but that probably wouldâve been too clichĂ© and unrealistic).
This game was amazing and I loved watching CoryxKenshin and Berleezy do the play through. Shoutout to Naughty Dog and everyone in participation of the game it was amazing!
i donât know, but the way he says âAnd may your death be swiftâ makes me giggle bc why is he saying it like that
"abbys not a lesbian! the boat scene happened! shes bi if anything stop trying to deny her attraction to men!" i.... dont.... give... a FUCK. men get so mad if you have a lesbian headcannon... like why are you upset about multiple moving pixels on a screen. clock in please
confused on why sm men are mad and confused on people calling/hc abby as a lesbian when her whole ass fanbase is damn near only lesbians and sapphics who weren't blinded by bias and thinks she's sexyđ
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