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bestfriend! abby who gets items she knows you like while picking up another bar of that pine soap she likes…to hand them to you later….and maybe convince u to let her stay a bit…

bestfriend! abby who’s tone will change immediately once you start talking to her. she’ll be groaning at manny for something he did earlier….but then you’ll tap her on her shoulder….and the lilt in her voice brightens and all the anger is forgotten.

bestfriend! abby who has never forgotten your birthday. ever.

bestfriend! abby who will purposely brush shoulders with you while walking beside you :/ like bruh you’re not slick

bestfriend! abby who intentionally doesn’t save a spot for you when sitting together with other friends, just so that you’re forced to sit in her lap. she’s a freak. lawl.

bestfriend! abby REFUSES to let anyone interrupt u while you’re having a conversation. If you’re talking to her and someone else tries to catch your attention, she’ll glare at them and go “she’s busy.” like ok.

bestfriend! abby who never ever asks to have a bite of your food. on the other side tho…she will beg u to try a bite from hers. she likes watching you eat. and her ass likes indirectly kissing u. dork.

bestfriend! abby who is banned from going on patrol with you because you claim she dotes on you more than she actually kills infected. because of that she absolutely despises it when u go on patrol because she’s not there with u.

bestfriend! abby who found a cute stuffed animal while patrolling once and named it after you. You don’t even know it exists.

bestfriend! abby who protects the friendship bracelet the two of you made when you were still fireflies like the galaxy will explode if she doesn’t. she lost it once (it was tangled in her blanket) and damn near cried.

bestfriend! abby who kisses your skin every time you fall asleep on her in the privacy of your rooms. whether it’s your temple, the top of your head, your cheek….anywhere but your lips. she wants to save that for when you’re conscious.

bestfriend! abby who refuses to sleep if you’re not cuddling during sleepovers. even if you’re sweaty and hot asf she don’t gaf. u best believe her arms with he wrapped around you in some way.

bestfriend! abby who gets deeply offended when you just mention another person when you’re with her. even if it’s not in a romantic aspect….if you’re talking to her she doesn’t want the conversation to be directed to anyone else. she refuses to elaborate about the furrow in her brows and the pout on her lips.

bestfriend! abby who accidentally let the nickname baby slip out loud and was so embarrassed she had to leave to the bathroom to calm herself down. she in fact did not sleep that night.

bestfriend! abby who needs u bad. horribly. her desire for u is insanely impressive.

line cook!abby has two different modes during a lunch or dinner rush: weirdly calm and terrifyingly competent or one minor inconvenience away from burning the entire restaurant down.

line cook!abby works the grill and flat-top primarily, usually alongside her roommate (and best friend) manny. the two of them argue like an old married couple most of the time, which you find hilarious.

line cook!abby has a personal beef with ticket machine. she had broken at least 5 in the entire time she’s worked there, and marlene tells her that the next one is coming out of her paycheck. but it never actually does.

line cook!abby who says things like, “behind”, “move”, “corner” like a drill sergeant.

line cook!abby’s work uniform consists of an array of oversized band tees or cut off tees, cargo shorts or sweatpants and a bleach stained apron. she wears her hair in a neat braid down the middle of her back, or in a messy bun. but if her hair is pissing her off that day she’ll throw it into a low ponytail, put on a backwards dad hat and call it good enough.

line cook!abby apparently “has a thing for pretty waitresses” according to manny. but the only waitress she’s ever been soft on is you.

line cook!abby is addicted to caffeine. she cannot go a whole shift without pounding at least two energy drinks or an extra large iced coffee.

line cook!abby constantly checks to make sure you’ve eaten during your shift. and if you try to tell her you’re too busy or you forgot? suddenly a basket of fries or a grilled cheese will appear next to you while you’re ringing in an order at the kiosk. and she’ll mumble a stern, “go eat. now.” before disappearing back behind the line like it’s no big deal.

line cook!abby who runs extremely hot. if she’s not on the line you can usually find her in the walk-in trying to cool herself off and grumbling about how, “marlene needs to fix the damn air conditioner already.”

line cook!abby is always in control of the aux in the kitchen when she’s working and is not afraid to smack anyone who tries to change the music. you and manny can usually tell what kind of mood she’s in by what genre of music she’s playing. so if creed, matchbox twenty or theory of a deadman is blaring when you clock in, you already know she’s been having a rough afternoon.

line cook!abby wears her irritation and annoyance plainly on her face. she’s snarky and short with almost everyone, but the minute you ask for something? she visibly softens, and does whatever you asked for without question.

“abs, can I get another basket of fries, please?” and with a soft flutter of your lashes or a warm smile, she’s folding immediately—dumping a fresh batch of fries into a basket and sliding them into the expo window without uttering a single complaint.

“christ, you are so fucking whipped, cariño.”

line cook!abby keeps a bandana in her back pocket or a clean towel draped over her shoulder to be able to wipe the sweat from her face throughout her shift. the one time she didn’t seem to have one and had to use the hem of her t-shirt, you nearly dropped an entire tray of food.

line cook!abby has the biggest praise kink. you tell her something she made was delicious? instantly bashful, ears turning pink as she ducks her head and tries to pretend you didn’t just turn her insides to mush. and you’re absolutely tucking that information away for later.

line cook!abby gets weirdly possessive over kitchen tools. she once threatened manny that she’d scrub their toilet with his toothbrush if he ever touched her knives again.

line cook!abby absolutely cannot flirt like a normal person. so she shows her affection in subtle ways like: not complaining or giving you shit when you mess up an order, carrying the ice bucket up to the bar for you because it’s “painful to watch you struggle”, staying late to help you roll silverware after she finishes her own closing duties, playing paramore’s entire discography during a shift that you’re both working together just because she heard you tell leah that they’re one of your favorite bands.

line cook!abby always walks you to your car if the two of you are scheduled to close together. even if she finishes her closing duties faster than you.

line cook!abby absolutely despises remakes or substitutions on orders, and she’s not afraid to let someone know just how much it annoys her.

“the menu says no substitutions, can’t people fucking read?”

“abby, they’re literally allergic to onions.”

“sounds like a personal problem.”

line cook!abby always has a toothpick or pen shoved behind her ear, or stuck in between her teeth. she’s also constantly chewing gum—mostly because she knows it annoys the hell out of manny but baby girl has a oral fixation. she just doesn’t want to admit it.

line cook!abby will absolutely complain about having to close, but it’s secretly her favorite shift to work. especially if you’re on the schedule.

line cook!abby takes a lot of pride in her work, even when she’s slammed and is glaring at every new ticket that comes through like they personally insulted her. but even then she never lets a plate go out on the floor looking like a damn mess.

the one exception she ever made was the time your ex came in and made it their personal mission to make your night a living hell. so when she found you crying in the walk-in not long after, she ‘accidentally’ let that burger burn to a crisp before sending it out with a satisfied smirk.

line cook!abby who always seems to smell like a combination of fresh citrus, old spice and smoke from the grill, no matter how often she washes her clothes.

line cook!abby is constantly burning her hands on something. half the time she doesn’t really react anymore besides cursing under her breath or mumbling a barely audible, “yeah that was fucking dumb, abigail.” to herself.

but if you are in the back when it happens? you’ll insist on helping her bandage it until she finally relents with the most adorable scowl.

line cook!abby is terrible at hiding her jealousy. while she doesn’t cause a scene, or become overly possessive—if she sees a customer flirting with you, she absolutely makes it everyone else’s problem.

she’s slamming pans harder than necessary, muttering constant curses under her breath at the grill, shouting for “someone to run this fucking food already!” the second it appears in the expo window. lev finds it a little too hilarious and is always roasting her when he’s bringing clean dishes up from the pit.

line cook!abby is extremely sentimental. you wrote her a little thank you note on the back of a discarded receipt once before you two started dating and she still has it taped to the inside of her locker.

line cook!abby isn’t big on pda, but when she realizes how much her touch seems to affect you, she makes any and every excuse to get her hands on you when you’re working together. whether it’s a hand against the small of your back as she passes behind you in the kitchen, curling a finger into the loop of your jeans to pull you out of the way when another staff member is dashing around the corner, sneaking up behind you to rest her chin on your shoulder when you’re ringing an order in.

she thinks she’s being subtle most of the time, but abby is about as subtle as a bull in a china shop.

a sound cuts through you and abby. a small cry, sharp and startled.

abby turns to see a little girl trip over her own feet, skinning her knee on the concrete. before abby even moves, you’re already there, helping her.

you crouch in front of the girl, she looks about nine years old. “hey, hey. it’s okay. you’re okay right? look at me, sweetheart.” you don’t rush her, most importantly, you don’t panic. you put your hand on the girls back.

abby watches you brush the dirt from the child’s palms and knee, careful around the scrape. you take out wet wipes from your purse and softly dap around the injured area. you ask her name, you tell her scraped knees are proof that you’re brave. the girl sniffles and nods, she believes you immediately. you even buy the child ice cream, she loves strawberry flavour with sprinkles, so you got her what she wanted.

something in abby’s chest just, warms up. your thumb wipes tears the same way you smile at her when she comes back bruised from work.

you give her a tiny high five as she licks the ice cream and runs back to her people, looking over her shoulder once to wave at you with a wide grin.

you retreat back to abby,and she’s still frozen. she’s staring at you like you just punched a hole clean through her future.

you turn, a little sheepish. “she’s so cute isn’t she?”

abby opens her mouth and then closes it. rubs the back of her neck. there’s a heat behind her eyes she wasn’t ready for, something heavy and stupid.

“yeah,” she mutters.

abby’s mind is playing this scene on loop. her thoughts keep circling the same forbidden little what if’s like it’s a live wire. you looked so motherly, right by the young girl’s side. if she didn't know you, she would have assumed you were her mother — and would have been very disappointed to know that such a pretty lady was already taken.

she's so absorbed in her thoughts that she accidentally walks into a lamp pole. but even then, as you cradle her face to check on her, she still has this dreamy look on her face. you, the mother of her children... that sounds nice.

and abby anderson built like a tank, suddenly has to look away so you don’t see the way her blush and heart’s already trying to build a home around the idea.

that night, abby brings you home earlier than usual. soon as the door is shut, she's kissing you like she wants to devour you til nothing is left. you're positively responsive of course, but you seriously wonder what's gotten into her head. she's usually passionate yes, she likes to take her time... so you're stunned when she carries you, not even to the bed — but to the kitchen counter.

she immediately grabs the washed strap from the sink and straps-up. the strap is long as hell, girthy and downright filthy. by the way, you didn’t even use it. the reason why it’s in the sink is cause abby recently bought it off a website and washed it, left it on the drying rack. so this whole strap thing, it’s new to you.

“abs, abby, hey. maybe we can go to our bedroom?” you ask. she was so blinded by her lust, she forgot that you aren't aware yet of her need to knock you up.

“huh? oh— mhm yes, sweetheart. c’mon, up.” she lifts you up, carries you and runs to the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed as you giggle. what has gotten her so worked up?

once you’re comfortable, she pounces on you. “oh fuck, thank you,” she murmurs between kisses, “thank you.”

her hands and lips were all over you, mumbling praises and thanks. then after kissing your lips one more time, she pulls back. “can i put it in?— the strap, can i put it in?”

aww she’s sooo cute! asking for permission, who could say no to her? you nod your head fast, with a huge grin. “baby, yes please put it in.” she then pushes your knees to your chest. and you can feel how she's holding back, it’s almost painful.

“this position allows me to reach your womb more easily, called a mating press! funny name, ain’t it?” she laughs to herself, her pussy throbbing against the strap base, of course she’s thinking about breeding you.

filling you up with her imaginary seed then looking at your pretty pussy and just-fucked face. how your hole can barely hold her cum she dumped in you, milky white droplets leaki—

“abs, you gonna put it in or what?!” you snap her out of her lustful thoughts.

“oh, hey ahem… yeah, yes sorry.” she slowly aligns the cock to your pussy. are you excited or scared? both. will it hurt? you don’t know.

“i’ll go slow, baby. don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.” she reassures you, then she puts her warm large hand on your stomach. “on the count of three, i’ll put it in ‘kay?”

“one, two… and three.” her voice is so gentle and warm, you could pass out just like that. you exhale loudly once she’s in. it’s a huge stretch, burns a lot. does not feel good, at all.

“abby, feels uncomfy.” you squirm.

the last thing abby wants you to feel is pain and discomfort. “hurts? burning? alright, alright it’s okay. just take deep breaths. just the tip for now.”

you take deep breaths, in, out, in, out. then she slowly moves while her hand is still on your stomach, the other caressing your cheek. doesn’t feel that bad anymore, oh it feels too good. why haven’t you hopped on a strap earlier? “abby! ooh, abby!”

this is one of the first times she’s heard you moan that loudly. is she in heaven? these noises sound like music to her ears, she’s obsessed!

she wants to make you moan louder, wants to fill you up with her kids— no, needs to breed you. make you a mommy, breastfeeding your little babies, maybe breastfeed her too.

abby moans with you too when she picks up the pace. her hips slapping against you, slap, squelch! slap, squelchhhh!!!!

she’s hitting all the right areas, you’re gonna cum in no time. and just to make it worse (better) she also started rubbing your clit, making you moan louder and louder. you’re close to your climax.

[ I SORTA GAVE UP HERE IM SO SORRY ]

“c’mon, oh fuckkkk, baby, you’re so hot!” she whines as she grinds on the base of the strap desperately while sloppily thrusting in you. “w-wanna breed you…” she murmurs.

you were completely fucked to hear what she said when you were at your peak as you screamed her name. but she doesn’t stop, you wanted to tell her to stop, to push her away… but you kinda liked it.

“i wanna fill you up,” she moans, too lost in her own world. “wanna make you have my kids.”

“abby!! what?” are you even hearing this right? she wants to make you pregnant? well you know that’s impossible given that you both are females and she’s using a silicone strap on you.

“i just wanna make you a mommy,” she whines loudly. she sounds like she’s crying, oh, she is crying. an evil smile spreads across your face. abby anderson crying just cause she can’t breed you? that’s sooo hot.

“but i know i can’t make you a mommy!” she frowns. you love hearing her call you mommy. “i wish, i wish, i wish!” now she’s getting deeper and deeper in you. what is she trying to do now? go into your womb?? “i’ll take good care of you, you know that. baby, you’ll look so pretty with my kids. beautiful wife, w’ beautiful kids…”

she holds your cheek like how you held hers earlier outside, her tears dropping on your chest while she still thrusts in you, though now her hip movements are slower, getting tired.

abby had quite a few orgasms from looking at you, and grinding on the strap base. the room is quiet now once she stops, just the both of you panting.

“sweetheart,” abby sighs, eyes closed. “my gosh, you did so so well for me. it’s unfortunate i can’t put babies in you.” she pouts as she slowly pulls out. she falls back on the bed beside you, turning her head to look at you in awe.

“abby, oh abby,” you giggle, looking back at her with heart shaped eyes. “adoption is an option, and i am ready, only if you want to.”

“okay, but it isn’t the same! they won’t have your pretty eyes!” she says. “well, let’s clean up. stay right here, i’ll come back.”