#misspomp

Just some pumpkin patch love that I doodled at work :) Abe belongs to @pomp-a-doodles !

Despite having blood dripping from her lips and several bruises starting to form, Ainsley stood her ground as she looked at the larger boy before her. It was the afternoon and Ainsley had finished her chores up early to deal with this ‘bully’ of hers. She had enough of him teasing her and pulling her hair, so she decided to settle things the only way she knew how--by fighting. “What’s the matter? Yeh’ gonna cry Ainsley?” he mocked her--but despite that, he had several bruises, and even a black eye from how hard and fast she swung at him. “No, ah’m just gonna have to kick your butt again and again until yeh’ leave me alone.” She Ah’ don’t care how hard yeh’ fight, yur’ still just a wee lassy who can only do so much! Ah’m bigger and ah’m stronger than yeh’, so who’s gonna kick who’s butt?” he spat back as he grabbed her by the hair and began to try and drag her. “O-Ouch! Let go!” she screamed at him as she attempted to dig her nails into his hands (if only she hadn’t bitten them off prior to). Before she knew it, she heard the boy being knocked off his feet and onto the ground with a loud thud and screams of pain and punches followed shortly after. 

“Why don’t yeh’ pick on someone yur’ on size?” 

A familiar voice rang out, and instantly Ainsley got up to see none other than Abe coming to her defense. He had the boy in a half guard and ground pounded him until he shoved him as well and the two of them began to fight. Ainsely felt her blood begin to boil as he began to hit Abe before she ran over and jumped on the kid’s back, her small arm wrapped tightly around his neck in a choke hold. “Yeh’ leave Abe alone! Yur’ fight’s with me bub!” she growled as she tightened her grip on his throat. “L-Let go yeh’ psycho!” he screamed, and before he knew it, he was being double teamed by them both. 

“Yeh’ don’ fight girls!”

“And ah’ won’t let yeh’ get away with hittin’ Abe!”

The two of the yelled at him as the chastised the poor kid to pure tears. “Alright! Yeh’ win!” he sniffled, his eyes blackened and his bruises getting darker by the second. “Y-Yeh’ just watch yur’ back Croft! This isn’t over! You too Pattern!” he wailed before running away like a poor little Pugkin pup. The two of them looked at each other, their breathing heavy and their bodies bruised and scraped before Ainsley turned and punched Abe in the arm.

“Hey! Wha’ was tha’ for?!” He howled at her before seeing the intense frown on her face. “Ah’ had him! Next time, don’t interfere with my fight!” She yelled at him before crossing her arms. “Had him?! He was practically dragging yeh’, and yeh’ HAD HIM?!” Abe retorted back with an equally agitated face. “Yes! ‘nd what’s  this ah’ hear about yeh’ don’ hit girls? Yeh’ hit me all the time yeh’ pompin’ liar!” Ainsley shot back at him before seeing that mocking grin form on his lips. “That’s cause yeh’ fight like a man Croft, yur’ the exception!” Were Abe’s final words before he took off running, a fuming Ainsley hot on his trails. Despite what went on that day, not a word was said about the fight...it remained their little secret.

((A/N: I had this idea hit me so I decided to write a little drabble for Abe and Ainsley again, back when they were kids and typically Ainsley was the target of bullying by others because she was the scrawny country girl and people thought they could push her around--little did they know that she was a fire cracker waiting for a match to get too close. Also side note, the boy who was bullying Ainsley maaayyyy have had a small crush on her at first but she rejected him and thus started the bullying and Abe couldn’t just stand there and let his nemesis get bullied--only he was allowed to fight her and the vice versa LOL

A/N: Another fanfic featuring ohpomp / dia-de-la-dia ‘s Abraham…feel free to chop my hand of Dia, I’ll try and write something else later on haha ;; v ;; I hope you guys enjoy it!

It was late in the evening, the sun steadily falling behind the horizon. Ainsley sat in her room, tapping her a pen to her lips gently. She had a blank piece of paper before her, her brows furrowed in concentration as she tore through her mind for the adequate words. “Ugh, this is so pompin’ ‘ard!” she huffed as her head fell and hit the hard surface in frustration. She had never done something like this before…then again, she never, ever felt like this before. 

This feeling, it was overwhelming…it was screwing her up and over. She really wish she could just let all of this go and live as if this feeling had never arose in the first place–but she couldn’t. It was here, and it felt like it was going to be here forever.  She lifted her head up from the desk and began to tap her pen against the paper, the soft sound of wood soon becoming background noise to her mind. With a few more taps, she began to scratch a few words down on the paper at hand.

Dear Pattern,

It’s me, Ainsley–of course you already knew that…

she was already displeased with how she started and balled up the paper in one quick motion before she started again.

Dear Abe,

I don’t know why it’s so pompin’ hard to write this letter to you, but I’m gonna give it my best shot. I’m writing this to you, because I’m too nervous to say this in person…

“Me, nervous? Ha, as if!” Ainsley scoffed at her current paper (but indeed it was the truth…so she left it as is).

I’ve been wanting to say this to you for years now, I’ve just never worked up the courage to confront you…and I’m not typically the type to get nervous about anything! I thought I could just flat out say this because hey, what’s so hard about telling the truth right? Well…, apparently, something is very hard about saying this truth. Ever since we were younger, I’ve always admired you. I’ve watched you from afar when I wasn’t busy with my own work, and I’ve seen you grow over the years. However, this isn’t the point of the letter. I’m writing this to tell you something that I should have said before now. Abraham Pattern, I…