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shadowhearts-ponytail · 4 months

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thinking about frat boy abby…

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a/n: this is just pure smut thoughts I had abt abby. I'll write more after the holidays!

warnings: 18+ content, strap talk, mention of cunnilingus, no actual smut just nsfw headcannons.

words: 446, shorter than usual :(

shes so cocky and full of herself. always showing off. bragging about her muscles all the time. anytime she sees you she'll flex for you and try to impress you. she'll pick you up and say it's sooooo easy for her to manhandle you.

imagine being fwb with frat boy abby. oh my god all I can think about. she'll jokingly flirt with you in front of your friends but if another one of your friends does it, she's pissed. crossing her arms and huffing with a big pout.

she'll ask you to come back to her dorm that night. you know to "gently remind you how much you mean to her." and by that I mean she'll fucking rail you into the mattress.

if she can even last that long. usually she'll go to the bathroom and message you to follow her in. and the moment the bathroom door is shut, she's pulling your clothes off faster than you can even process what she's doing.

I bet she flexes her biceps when she eats you out. her huge hands on your thighs with her broad shoulders and arms on display as she laps at her sensitive folds. she'd totally look up at you and flex her arms to make you squirm.

ugh bringing you to frat parties just to fuck you in a bedroom upstairs. girl is always strapped. pushing you up against a wall, her massive hand covering your mouth, well more like half your fucking face. you grip onto it to ground yourself as her strap invades your weeping hole. small grunts coming from her lips.

I just know she'd want to watch her strap go in and out of you. she'd lean back a bit to see your hole swallowing her strap, praising you the whole time.

"atta girl. there you go. look at you. doing so good for me."

she'd speed up or thrust her hips into you with even more force and coo softly with her big arms around you. "you can take it. you've done it before. cmon, don't give out on me now, doll…"

she loves a noisy girl. your moans get her going. God, does she love it when you whine and whimper and make little pathetic noises. or when you beg. she could get off on that alone, and she has before.

especially with the base of the strap bumping her clit with every thrust. she's done for. she'll hide her face in your neck and just ramble incoherently about how good it feels then slow down to a stop.

in conclusion I'm a slut for abby's strap good god

#abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby anderson #the last of us #18+ content #tlou #tlou2 #abby tlou #smut #the last of us 2 #abby and lev #abby angst #abby anderson x you #abby smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #mine

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jinxedgods · 8 months

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thinking of how terrifying ellie must be from abby’s perspective. you’re killing some guy and this random scrawny girl busts in, but you stop her. she screams,”you’re all gonna die” but you ignore her because these are just the pleads of a desperate person, right? you go back home. you settle into routine. you aren’t paranoid at all. overnight, all of your friends are dead. you are shocked when you discover 2 of their bodies. there’s a map left behind showing all of your locations and marking progress towards eliminating all of you. you only evaded your would be killer by chance. someone has infiltrated your territory and has been meticulously plotting to kill you and your friends and you had no idea until it was too late.

you try and give up on revenge. a year-ish later you’re in an entirely different location. a slave tied to a pillar and dying of exposure. you think you’re hallucinating, but its her. its her and she’s come all this way after all this time to kill you.

and you don’t even know her name

#abby and lev #abby anderson #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #ellie williams #tlou #ellie is a terrifying spectre of death and I love her #ellie did nothing wrong

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levmada · 1 month

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NOT EVEN A MAGIC TRICK COULD CHEER LEV UP😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#this was so funny #the special outfits are so funny #tlou 2 #lev tlou #abby anderson #abby tlou #tlou part 2 #the last of us part 2 #tlou #the last of us #kane plays

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dean-samw67 · 1 month

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In case y'all didn't know this is my wife and son

Look at my beautiful family ❤️

#video games #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson #tlou2 #tlou #the last of us #the last of us 2 #lev tlou #lev tlou2 #my beautiful family #im abbys backpack #lgbtvideogames #lgbt #lgbtq

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ghostlysleuth · 6 months

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commission for @/vilgefortz23 on twitter!

#the last of us #the last of us part 2 #tlou #tlou2 #abby anderson #tlou lev #trans pride #commission #queer art #my art #fanart

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writerslittlelibrary · 25 days

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I'll protect you, princess au

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summary: you're the princess of the most important kingdom in the world. every illegal organisation in existence has it out for you, and after a particularly dangerous situation, that almost ended in your death, your parents have decided to give you a personal guard to protect you. what happens when this knight messes with every rule you've ever known?

pairing: knight Abby Anderson x princess reader

warnings: at one point it’s mentioned that being gay is forbidden (does that need a warning lol???)

genre: fluff, forbidden love

words: 1634

a/n: I'm not even gonna pretend that I don't fantasise at night about me being a princess, and sneaking around with knight!Abby. could you even imagine?! Abby is literally a perfect knight. she's sweet and protective and strong and god I'm experiencing gay panic

I'm imagining this to be set in a more mediaeval world, like once upon a time :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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Your father had always been a cautious man. Being the most powerful Royal family in the world came with its risks, and after you almost got killed last year, he had assigned you with a personal guard.

You were a bit sceptical at first, yet your father assured you she was the best trained person in the entire country. With her protecting you, nothing could happen. She was strong, and she was well trained to be able to tell whether people were sketchy or not from a mile away.

You still weren't sure, but you were quick to change your mind when you finally met her.

She was insanely attractive. She looked super strong, but when she went to introduce herself to you, she had the sweetest smile you had ever seen. She was polite, and yet she looked like she could lift you up and throw you down a cliff. To say she didn't make you feel things would be a lie.

She had been by your side for a few months now, and you couldn't deny how nice it was to be able to go out into the world without having to worry about people harassing you.

Abby was always there, no matter what you did.

Whether you went horse riding, or decided to have a little picnic by the lake, Abby would join you, and she would either keep you company, or stand at a safe distance. Whichever you preferred at the moment.

Today was one of the days that you felt like going out for a ride. The weather was great, and after the heavy rainfall you had been experiencing for the past couple days, you were craving some nice spring sunshine.

“Are you almost ready, milady?” Abby asked after knocking and opening your door.

“I'm nearly finished,” you replied, pulling your boots on and making your way towards the door. “Will Arthur be joining us today?” you asked Abby. You were oblivious to the face she made. You figured she simply did not like Arthur, but to Abby it was so much more than that.

Arthur had been the guy your parents had been pushing you towards.

You were growing up, and it was time for you to try and find a husband. Arthur was a prince who came from your neighbouring kingdom. His family was rich, and his people were pleased. His family was well respected, and because of this fact, your parents were greatly interested in a union. You, however, made no effort to show interest in Arthur, and so, your parents had decided to invite him over to your kingdom, to hopefully create a spark between you two.

It was safe to say that Arthur was head over heels for you, but you could not say the same.

He was kind, sure, but he was too sure of himself. He was convinced that every girl in the kingdom was obsessed with him, and that he was the greatest prince that the kingdom had ever seen.

Every time he made a comment about his greatness, you tried to kindly explain to him that what he was saying was probably not true. However, Abby was less kind, and every time Arthur made a comment that insulted either you, or any other girl, she was quick to shut him up.

Arthur didn't like Abby, and Abby didn't like Arthur.

“I believe I heard him say he's not very fond of horseback riding, ma'am,” Abby explained, knowing full well that she never made an effort to ask him.

You let out a sigh of relief. “That's a shame,” you said, trying, and failing, to hide your satisfaction.

“Shall we go then?” you asked Abby, who nodded and stepped aside, allowing you to exit your room and walk ahead as you made your way to the stables.

Abby walked behind you, exactly three steps, like she always did. She wasn't too close, neither was she too far. You liked it that way, unaware of the fact that Abby liked it just as much. She felt at ease, knowing she was the one protecting you.

When you arrived at the stables, your horses were already prepared. You thanked the stable boy and took the reins of your horse, waiting for Abby to copy your actions.

She did, and together you walked outside.

“Where should we go today, princess?” Abby asked, getting onto her own horse after you had gotten onto yours. You simply shrugged in reply, looking out into the forest.

“I'm not too certain. We could, perhaps, just ride around, and see where we end up?” you suggested, looking at Abby for approval. She smiled.

“Of course, princess. That is a wonderful idea.”

After riding around for a few hours, you ended up at a beautiful lake. The sun reflected off the water beautifully, and the grass field around the lake was breathtaking. You stopped there, getting off of your horse and tying it to a tree.

Abby copied your actions, tying her own horse to the tree before following you towards the water.

“What’s on your mind, princess?” Abby asked while she gave your side a slight nudge.

You sighed, looking over the water to take a moment to collect your thoughts.

“What do you think about Arthur?” you then asked Abby, who sighed and looked away from you, thinking about how to say what she wanted to say, without sounding too rude.

“I think his family is rich, and that he is the textbook definition of the perfect prince,” Abby said, turning back to look at you again. “Why do you ask?”

You sighed, turning to face Abby as well.

“I don’t think I want to marry him, but I don’t want to disappoint my parents. They appear to really like Arthur, and he seems kind enough, but he’s so full of himself. Besides that, I just don’t…” you stopped yourself, nearly spilling your deepest secret.

Abby quirked her eyebrow, looking at you with much interest now.

“You don’t… what?” she asked.

You sighed again, turning your head away from Abby.

“I am not attracted to him,” you said, hoping to satisfy Abby with your answer. Of course, she knew that that wasn’t what you were going to say.

“Not attracted to him, or to guys in general?” Abby subtly questioned, patiently waiting for your answer.

You gasped, turning to Abby like she had just spoken of the devil.

“Abby! How dare you suggest such a thing. You know that is forbidden,” you corrected her, to which Abby just smiled kindly at you.

“It is just us two here. I promise you that whatever you tell me, I shall not tell another soul,” Abby promised, reaching for your hand and rubbing circles at the back of it.

You sighed softly, gathering your courage before speaking again.

“Do you think it is wrong? To be attracted to the same gender, I mean,” you asked Abby, looking at her with questioning eyes. Abby simply shook her head.

“I don’t. Do you?”

You sighed once more, before nodding slightly.

“I am not certain. I cannot deny these feelings I have. But I cannot let it hinder me from becoming the queen my people need. One day, I will have to make an heir. I will become queen, and I will need to have children. That’s just the way it is,” you explained.

Abby smiled at you.

“You know, when you are the queen, you get to decide that. You could make new laws, that would state that the next heir, wouldn’t have to be your bloodline. You could give someone else a rightful claim to the throne,” Abby suggested, and after thinking about it for a little while, you turned to her, nodding.

“In that case, I do prefer girls. I wish I could tell the one that I like…” you confessed, and Abby smiled.

“You’re secret is safe with me, princess. And if we’re being honest here, I do prefer girls as well,” Abby confessed, chuckling at the way you head whipped around.

“You do?!” you asked in surprise, and Abby nodded.

“In fact, there happens to be a girl I like as well,” Abby told you, smiling at the hint of disappointment that flashed over your face.

“You know, I think she likes me too,” Abby then continued, waiting to see your reaction.

“Will you tell her? Will she accept it?” you asked Abby.

“That depends. May I kiss you, princess?” Abby then asked, placing her fingers under your chin to get you to face her.

You’re cheeks flushed to a bright red, but yet you still nodded, biting you lip while staring into Abby’s eyes, waiting for her next move.

Slowly, Abby leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft, passionate kiss. After she pulled away, she smiled sweetly at you.

“And? Do you think she’ll accept it?” Abby asked you, smiling when you nodded excitedly.

“I think she’ll be delighted to know you like her,” you responded, giggling when Abby gave you a small kiss on your cheek.

“We should go back to the castle. Your parents will start wondering where you are,” Abby then said. You looked around, noticing that the sun had already started setting. Your dinner would be prepared soon, and you knew how much your parents disliked you being late for dinner.

“Do you think we’ll be able to share a moment like this again…?” you asked Abby carefully after you walked towards your horse, mounting it.

“Don’t worry, princess. There will be plenty of moments like this,” Abby assured you, climbing onto her own horse and following the way home.

Maybe you feelings weren’t that scandalous at all. Maybe Abby was right. Perhaps you could bend the rules, should you become queen soon…

(Wouldn’t it be cute to make a part 2, with queen reader and Abby who find Lev, and assign him as the next heir 🫣)

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#abby anderson x reader #abby and lev #abby x reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson #tlou au #tlou fanfic #tlou2 #tlou #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #the last of us fic #the last of us part two #wlw #lesbian #reader insert #lev tlou #yara tlou

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ladyblackbirdart · 16 days

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“If we find Fireflies, we’ll celebrate with strawberries…If we don’t, we’ll console ourselves with strawberries.”

Santa Barbara Abby Anderson as requested by someone cool on insta 🫡 this could use a few more hours of rendering an’ all that but I no wanna :3 Touch the pic for higher quality or whateva

Also, I’m so sad Abby and Lev didn’t get to have Lobster and Strawberries for dinner that night in Santa Barbara 😭

#POOKIE 💖#Abby Anderson #this might be the best Abby I’ve ever drawn #abby tlou2 #lev tlou #abby the last of us #the last of us pt 2 #the last of us part 2 #tlou #tlou 2 #abby my beloved #Abby Anderson x reader #tlou fanart #tlou fandom #Abby defender 🫡#ALSO yeah I know strawberries don’t grow on vines 😅

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elliespuns · 15 days

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Joel saving Ellie vs. Abby saving Lev [pics: vp_tlou]

#the last of us #tlou #joel miller #joel tlou #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie and joel #abby anderson #abby tlou #lev tlou #abby and lev #the last of us game #tlou game #the last of us part 1 #the last of us part 2

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sleepytownzzz · 3 months

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spores ahead.

#fan art #not fully happy with this one but that’s okay i got a bit lazy 🤷🏻‍♀️#digital art #art #drawing #the last of us #tlou 2 #the last of us part 2 #tlou art #abby anderson #abby anderson fanart #abby and lev #lev tlou2 #lev tlou #sleepytownzzzart

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kblartplace · 6 months

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Día 29: linterna (lantern)

Long time ago I did a picture with Abby and Lev in Halloween and I think it's a good way to continue that idea.

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shadowhearts-ponytail · 4 months

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oh my god hey !!! I loved your smuty frat boy abby fic !! gosh the ides of her flexing while she fucks you kills me ! 😍 anyway happy holidays !! 🎀

hii sweet girl! thank you, happy holidays to you too!

yes yes! I love thinking about abby flexing when she fucks you! like I mean cmon, look at those fucking arms.

imagine abby fucking you from behind in front of a mirror. one hand in your hair, yanking and pulling your head back to force you to watch her flex in the mirror as she slams her fake cock into your pussy.

lifting her free arm to flex the muscles in her bicep to show off. posing and smirking as she sees you looking at her through the mirror.

"like that? huh? like how strong I am, baby? that turn you on?" her voice is full of cocky confidence as she thrusts into you even harder than before.

"cmon you know you like it."

she'd let go of your hair to flex with both arms in that strong man pose where she lifts both arms and clenches her first to flex.

I just know she'd kiss her biceps too. cocky bastard she is.

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jaythedagger · 1 year

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*cracks knuckles*

#minus manny and jordan #you guys still piss me off #tlou #hbo tlou #the last of us season 2 #ellie williams #abby anderson #the last of us #lev #jesse #dina #tommy miller #yara #the list is honestly endless #jaytalks #jaymemes

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sweetyluvs · 8 months

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𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

doctor! abby anderson x fem! florist! reader

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: on a soft autumn day, a blonde comes into your shop not quite knowing what she’d like. you assist her, and little did you know you’d be seeing her more often.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: hello! i’m so sorry i haven’t been posting as often. School is starting up soon and i’ve been so busy with this and that and blah blah blah— so i’ve decided to just make a series so i can focus on this until i get to your guys’ requests!! they will be answered, but once i find the time. <3 (not proof read..)

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 - slow burn, soft! reader, nervous abby, modern au, fluff!

the light glow of the autumn sun lightly shining through your flower shops cotton curtains lit the room in a soft way.

low hums came from your lips as you arranged ordered flower bouquets, the smell of the orchids and baby breath fanning inside your nose gently, the nice scent easing your worried nerves.

your attention drifted from the flowers to the light ding of the bell above your old wooden door, eyes shifting to the entering person.

a beautiful blonde walked through, her muscular physique popping out like a sore thumb— the tight doctor uniform that curved her form was eye catching, luring you in as if you were a moth to a flame.

the sound of the door shutting had snapped you from your brief daze, shaking your head you preformed your customer service smile.

“hello, welcome.” you spoke softly, grasping at the braided girl’s attention. Her blue eyes met yours and an unfamiliar spark of electricity flooded your body— cliche, you know, but.. so real.

“hi..” she replied back in a low whisper, almost as if she was awestruck.

“is there anything i can help you with?” your question seemed to snap her from her own daze, eyelids coating her blue eyes two times quickly.

“oh— um.. yes, actually.” you smiled at her reply, eyes closing softly.

“with?”

“uh, so, i have this friend who graduated 8th grade and i wanted to get him some flowers,” she says, her tone determined.

“that’s sweet.” you giggled, looking away in order to sniffle your way to her, missing the light blush of her cheeks.

“do you maybe have a vague idea of what you are looking for?” you questioned, coming out from behind your counter to make your way to the many flowers around the shop.

“i.. i don’t,” she confessed, rubbing the back of her neck bashfully.

“i’ve never bought flowers for a thirteen year old.” her tone was shy, as if she was embarrassed to admit to such.

“that’s alright. would you mind telling me a little bit about his hobbies? what he enjoys? favorite color?” you inquired, watching as the blondes face scrunched.

“well, he likes sharks. they’re his favorite animal.. he likes to swing on swings, and go on walks.. he likes the smell of baked goods.. and i’m pretty sure his favorite color is blue.” she rambled lightly, smiling dearly at the thought of her close friend. Your heart warmed at the affection on her face, your own smile growing genuinely.

“he sounds like a nice person.” you commented before moving around the stronger girl, her eyes catching your form tightly with each move you made— picking few flowers from special clusters scattered throughout the shop.

Abby couldn’t help but admire your attention to the flowers, the way you thought hard about which one would be perfect. although you’ve never met her friend, she could tell you were trying to create an image of the boy from the very few things abby had told you.

Her eyes trained on you even as you went to the back, disappearing momentarily behind the doors before coming back out.

you hadn’t noticed her eyes on you, too focused on your enjoyment and fulfillment of placing a bouquet for this boy.

“here, tell me if you think this would suit him.” You held out the done bouquet gently— abby’s eyes widening at the beauty.

It was combination of flowers abby had never seen. the different colors and shapes fading together like an orchestra of immense talent. you were incredible at this.

“oh, wow,” abby gasped, her bigger hands wrapping around the end of the mixed flowers. They were covered in a small silk wrap, a tight blue bow keeping them together.

“it’s beautiful.”

heat rose to your cheeks, smiling shyly. “I hope it reminds you of him.”

“it does. although, i’d like to keep it for myself,” she laughed out. “i’m not sure that a thirteen year old will admire it as much as i am..”

her words had your heart doing little flips inside your chest, tummy hugging your insides.

“oh— i’m so happy you enjoy it so much. I hope your friend does as well.”

“me too..” she says, smiling at you. your eyes caught one another’s once again, the air froze with the pounding of your hearts.

Something about her ocean blues had you wishing for more. the sweetness within them was so cute, you weren’t exactly sure what you wanted.

the doorbell once again grabbed your attention, causing you to subconsciously welcome the new customer before turning back to the braided girl.

“um.. that will be $8.45.” you quickly said, desperately trying to ignore the flush of your cheeks.

you watched her formed arm reach for her wallet, fingers delicately taking out a $10 and handing it to you.

“keep the change.”

you were about to protest, claiming it wasn’t necessary— when she spoke first.

“I’m abby, by the way.” she said, of to which you stare at her for a moment.

“and my friend is Lev. thank you for the flowers, miss..” her eyes glanced down to your badge, a small smile lacing her features.

“..l/n.”

you were slow to speak, too flushed to reply; and before you knew it she was out the door, the next customer calling for assistance.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you hadn’t known that the muscular blonde doctor, abby, would fill your mind as often as she had.

her ocean blue eyes that met yours like a key to a lock, her strong build that seemed as if she could carry anything and everything on her shoulders with no problem, her soft voice that had blush rising to your cheeks like a silly school girl, and oh— her kind words about your bouquet had done something to you.

creating bouquets was your passion, your hobby— something you loved with all your heart. To others, they are flowers bunched together with cute patterns; but to you, they say a million more things than words ever could.

they sing songs to you, they whisper words in your ear, they tell you where they go and who to give them to, finding the person they were grown to belong to. Their colors fading together as perfect as the universe and its stars, the sea and sands— two lovers and a kiss.

so when she complained not only your work, but truly saw the beauty of the flowers— it had your heart beating in a rhythm unlike any you’ve felt.

and hence she had taken up the majority of your mind, her features, her words— everything. but, in all honestly, you felt silly. you’d only met her once, and she hadn’t even learned your first name. you knew you’d probably never see her again, which was fine, truly. you were content with the single time words she had said to you.

a small hum of delight slipped past your lips at the comforting smell of your freshly baked eclair snuggled in wrap resting in your palm. the heat of the oven still present on its soft form, the smell of the still hardening chocolate and cold custard seeping from the small hole at the end of the pastry, your eyes gleaming with excitement.

It was a chilly morning, and you’d asked yourself; “what is better than a warm eclair and pumpkin spice latte?” nothing.

so that’s how you got here, rushing through the busy morning streets of Seattle and trying to make your way to your shop, without losing any of your breakfast.

soft ‘excuse me,’ and ‘Pardon me’s’ left your lips with each person you accidentally bumped in your rush, earning nothing but a subtle nod.

alas, the soft beige of your place came to view, windows misty from the cold autumn air.

your doc martens were the only sound on the floor now, echoing off building as you left the horde of busying people behind. You frown, eyes catching onto some flaking paint from your shops outside. You’ll have to get it repainted, which means you have to pull out the funds, find the color, call the guy— too much for your morning brain to comprehend.

you murmured a familiar tune under your breath, pulling out your keys to unlock the door to your shop, the wood creaking and bell ringing above you.

The familiar smell of flowers flooded your morning senses, instantly sending your mind into its common place of content.

you gently shut the door, making your way to behind the counter and placing down your eclair and drink. wrapping your pink apron around your body, tying the string tightly behind your waist, You finally have the time to eat your food.

you let out an excited squeak, laying out the wrapping of the eclair out and gently ripping off a piece of the pastry, which let out hot steam from the warmth.

you popped off the lid to your drink, dipping in the small piece you had. you smiled widely at the sight, blowing a few cool gusts on the sweet before placing it in your mouth, shutting your eyes in satisfaction at the flavor. you hadn’t had the time to fully indulge yourself in the flavor; the warmth— when once again the bell above the door had your attention.

you sigh silently, cursing yourself for not locking the door— but all sideways thoughts crash when your eyes land on the figure walking through the frame.

an all too familiar muscular girl, a long blonde braid falling down her back. You swallowed your bite quickly, wiping off your hands and putting the lid to your drink back on within a few seconds even you were surprised with your speed.

“hello, welcome in.” you said, a soft crack in your voice. embarrassment flooding you for a moment. The blondes eyes met yours, the newly found spark of something unfamiliar tinges in your chest uprising again.

“hello,” she replied, walking up to your counter. you weren’t sure if it was your light morning grogginess, or if she was really so close you could smell her perfume— or was it cologne?

“I don’t know if you remember me? from last week?” she commented, her words making you spiral from embarrassment.

“of course i remember you. i remember all my customers.” you responded back, sending a closed eye grin.

“oh— okay. um.. good,” she huffed a small laugh.

“i— I uh, wanted to say thank you for the bouquet. Lev really likes it. i think he has a kein eye for flowers that i didn’t know about.” she said in a laugh awkwardly, her arms shifting from her hips to your counter, not knowing where to land. you smiled warmly, liking the thought of another flower lover.

“that’s wonderful to hear. I’m glad he enjoyed them so much.” you didn’t quite know what to do with your hands, either. switching from underneath your counter to fiddle with your apron.

the smile that abby sent you was killer.

you could feel your cheeks heating up like the very oven that had baked your eclair. silence ate at the air for a while, abby looking around at the flowers.

“you know, i never got your name.” suddenly feeling self conscious of how your voice would act.

“Y/n.”

“y/n,” she said, testing the waters of how it feels on her tongue. your face warming. “i like it— it’s.. pretty,” abby cut herself off, sending you a smile. “like you.”

you swore your face blew a thousand different shades of red. you’ve never been openly flirted with, her words causing your throat to dry up.

you only stare at her, watching silently as she lets out a laugh to your embarrassment.

the door bell rang, signaling the entrance of the other customers. Your eyes reluctantly bounced from her figure to the entering ones, familiar faces reaching them.

“y/n!” dina yelled, smiling widely beside jesse, before her smile fell and she went pale upon seeing who was at the counter.

“Dr. Anderson?”

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