abby's lil fantasy ⋆.˚

jade ; lesbian ; 19 — eng/fil i <3 abby anderson

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My baby Abby <3

Finished my Abby piece! Her at each stage of her life in a different modern au.

I love all of these characters sm and I want them to have the bestest lives so in my head they’re all happy together 😭

I've recently gained a new deep appreciation for abby that I never had before.... I love her downnnn, thats my girl fr

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⸝⸝ abby anderson ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

note: short drabble, semi-nsfw

── morning after

it’s too early, about 7am as you guess with how the sun’s casting through the curtains. you wake up in a bed that isn’t yours, a shirt that feels different yet comfortable, and a weight on your thighs…and maybe a bit of drool?

there’s a bit of shuffling under the blanket, feeling the weight on your thighs move a little as though to adjust position. it embarrasses you more that you feel yourself bare, your eyes scanning the room to see your underwear on the floor along with your bra and the pieces of clothing you wore last night.

you look around the room more, trying not to move so much before a particular picture frame causes your breath to hitch.

“shit.” you mutter, eyes widening a little.

her familiar voice mumbles underneath, her voice filled with grogginess and sleep that has you melting into a puddle again.

you lift the blanket up to peek at her lying down in between your legs.

abby’s cheek is squished as it rests on your right thigh, her firm hand caressing your left. your eyes widen fully as you see her in between your legs like that; connecting the dots from your encounter last night. it doesn’t help that you’re completely naked down there as a blush creeps all over your face.

but god, her shirt smells amazing. it smells like her pine soap and that cologne she uses that gets you so hot and bothered. you urge to close your thighs, but if you move, she’ll wake up completely and you’ll embarrass yourself more.

you stop peeking underneath the blanket and just lie down there before you feel her teeth sinking into your inner thigh. you immediately look under the blanket again, and there she is, softly nibbling as her hooded eyes look up at you.

can it get any better than this?

[anderscnsflwr]

love ur acc, love ur aesthetic, love that u love abby and love that u love chae 💕

YES!! ABBY AND CHAEYOUNG ALWAYS UGHHH

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Retouched this one a bit, new art and writing soon!!!

[anderscnsflwr]

⸝⸝ abby anderson ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

now playing: pushing it down and praying - lizzy mcalpine

note: r!giving, abby!receiving, oral + fingering, rare occurrence of emotional abby, soft + gentle, abby’s first time with a girl, brief mention of jerry's death

── abby finds warmth in places she yearns for.

she’s been complaining to you about her sexual frustrations, of her unfulfilled nights. that however much she tells owen about it, about the absence of feeling between her legs, she just doesn’t feel anything…at least not anymore.

he kisses her in every place she knows is right, but it’s not the same as before. his touches were gentle but never warm. she doesn’t even want sex most of the time.

that every morning, she sees his back as she lies down on her side. in the morning glow that used to feel warm, that now has fallen cold.

it doesn’t help that he became insistent in the relationship when she was grieving. when sleep was the last thing she found herself doing. when her world started to dim.

ever since her dad’s passing, things have been cold. it’s been what? three years? abby doesn’t need a relationship right now, and part of her feels as though she’s still with owen because he was there when she saw that lifeless body.

for once, in such a rare glimpse, abby opens up. it was a stressful day. she couldn’t block out the coldness surrounding her. the books, the gym, nothing was working.

but then she saw you at the stadium base’s clothing area, your fingers softly drifting through each hanger as you search for a new jacket.

you and abby aren’t that close, but every time she talks to you…there’s something she unconsciously chases, something she doesn’t know how to define yet. something she can’t admit. it makes her scared.

how you’d sit down with her at the library, discussing a book she’s been meaning to finish. her coin collection that you contribute to little by little with each patrol.

that one time she let you braid her hair; the closest she’s ever been to you physically. how she leaned in. could that be what she’s chasing? that sudden tingle the second your skin touched hers. softly. those fingers, that face. your voice, your smile.

abby doesn’t love owen anymore. at least not in a way he does.

a person isn’t going to fix nor complete abby, and she doesn’t want to admit that all she needs is a gentle hand.

she approaches you with news she hasn’t told anybody just yet and you look over at her before you stop flicking through clothes.

“hey,” abby calls out.

you turn to her and she feels her heart fluttering. day by day, the feeling she’s been chasing in your presence is warmth. you’re not familiar just yet, but you’re here.

“hi, abs.” there’s your smile. she’s already melting through the concrete.

she loves that in all the conversations you’ve had, you either finished your current task for her or paused altogether. just to listen.

abby braces herself. “i broke up with owen.”

internally, you’re telling yourself, finally. she’s been miserable about it lately. this is not a celebration because you want her, but because her days aren’t exactly on her side.

“you know, i have half of a really nice bottle of mezcal.” you cross your arms, head tilted a little to the side.

abby’s tensed state relaxes a little. nothing like a nice drink to help her wallow her current misery.

“i assume manny doesn’t know about this?” she gives you a little smile, mirroring your slightly tilted head. the mezcal is manny’s, after all…that you may or may not have traded with nora since she wanted a day off.

she adds, “that’s my drink too, you know.”

“i’ll die if i finish it alone.” you say all playfully dramatically, receiving a quiet chuckle from her.

hours pass in your room, on the couch, not noticing that the mezcal’s long gone and the sun’s ready for slumber. neither of you are drunk, though both of your inhibitions are at a low.

the drink’s last drops are abby’s turn, swirling the burning liquid in the glass as she sits opposite of you on the couch. you’re leaning back on the arm rest, a throw pillow close against your chest.

you have this relaxing aura that surrounds you. an aura you don’t even know you have, but something that gets to abby; hitting her deeply.

then comes that conversation, abby’s filter faltering cautiously. mezcal is meant to be taken in such a patient pace, to savor it.

“you’ve had sex with plenty of women, right?” she asks so suddenly, too sudden that you almost throw up, making her snicker as she downs the last of the mezcal.

“is it really that bad?” abby asks.

“no, it was just very direct.” you sit up, shaking your head. your teeth fidget on the peeling skin of your bottom lip, your eyes not meeting hers just yet, trying to find words.

“plenty is an overstatement though,” you chuckle, matching her gaze. “but i have.”

abby lets out more questions. what it felt. if it was the same. her sex life has only been with owen, truthfully; so she wonders. she knows she’s being bold, or will be.

she musters up the courage, letting her inhibitions disappear the second she notices your eyes falling over to her lips.

you’re not oblivious, especially when every second of silence starts to pass, the distance begins to close. shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

it’s all a blur when her hand touches your cheek. faces so close you could see the faint moles and freckles on her face. the small bump on her nose looks more defined, her eyebrows arched. she breathes so close, you could feel it.

there’s a hesitance. a sly distance for you to pull away, for her to push it all down only for you to counter by leaning in.

her lips against yours, a soft kiss. a kiss with no intent. a kiss to feel, but she wants to taste.

you remove her hand from your cheek, then placing your hands on either side of her face. your thumbs brushing her cheeks as she hums into the kiss, only to pull away for air.

abby doesn’t waste any time going for it again, though this time, she softly nibbles your lower lip then soothes it with a little lick. your mouth slightly opens for her tongue to feel yours.

her hand moves to the back of your head and she doesn’t rush, it just stays there holding you against her. you softly suck her tongue and she groans, determined.

she wants more. god, she wants you.

her kisses are demanding though not dominant, like pleading for you to give. to let her feel. you get this immediately, pushing her delicately onto the sofa.

“bed?” you ask, panting against her lips.

she kisses you before answering. “yes, please.”

you and abby stand up from the couch, your kisses never stopping before it’s interrupted by a soft thud. it’s followed by tiny waves of laughter as abby hits her leg on the corner of your bed.

it’s now your mental mission to keep this lighthearted and fun for abby. it’s her first time with a woman after all.

“you okay?” you let out a quiet and breathy laugh as she reassures you that it doesn’t hurt.

she lies down on your bed, flushed as you sit up on her lap before leaning down for more. with each kiss, clothes fall off the bed, tugging them off of each other

“lift up a little.” she does as said and your hands unclasp her bra, watching as the straps fall with a push, freeing her small though perky breasts.

you sit back on your heels, her legs spread as you settle in between. she’s beautiful. a blush flows through your half naked body seeing her so eager beneath you.

she notices you staring. something so unfamiliar and captivating in the way your eyes look over her features, your gentle fingers tracing over her faded scars and light freckles, the little moles kissed by the sun.

your hand patiently slides up through her torso, onto her sternum.

abby watches you lean down to catch one of her nipples in your mouth with a soft suction. your tongue circles around it as you feel it harden.

her breath hitches and you look up at her while continuing your movements. for a moment, your eyes catch hers and she swiftly pulls her gaze away, blushing. you could physically feel her body get warmer.

“good?” you caress her side with one hand while the other’s thumb circles her other nipple.

“very…” her answers consist of deep breaths before attaching your lips to her nipple again, then switching sides.

after a couple minutes of it, you move up to kiss her neck. you softly nibble, but not enough to leave hickies; you don’t know yet if she wants that.

you kiss up her jaw and she lets out soft whimpers that makes your center ache with its lack of attention, but no, this is about abby. you’ll deal with yours later.

finally, your lips meet hers. a smile grows on your lips as she kisses in a way where she chases your lips after every single one.

abby returns the smile. “what’re you smiling for?” she mumbles against your lips.

“this, you, us.”

abby catches your mouth, tongue brushing past your lower lip. the kiss deepens. just the way the two of you want it to be. you pull away to ask her something.

“can you show me how you touch yourself?” you place a hand on her cheek, your cheek touching her other one as you close your eyes. “please?”

the soft plea ticks something in abby, stopping her from being shy. from being so cool about it. she lets go and submits to your gentle ask.

you kiss down her body, savoring it. she’s like a smooth glass of mezcal you may never get enough of. coincidence, isn’t it?

abby leans into each kiss. her underwear is still on, and once your face levels with it, you look up at her for permission. after a single nod, you carefully slip it off and spread her legs.

fuck, she’s beautifully glistening.

her inner labia peeks out a little, hiding her clit only for it to appear when she opens her legs a little more; so you pry it open just right before she spreads her lips to fully show you herself.

abby starts showing you how she touches herself. she uses her slick to spread it onto her clit, making it easier to rub with her middle finger.

“that’s it,” you mutter. “may i touch you?” you look up at her face watching you before looking back down.

“mhm…” she whimpers and your spine shivers at the symphony.

you remove her hand to lean down closer, giving her clit a few flicks before sucking it in your mouth. abby gives out a breathy moan, her hand immediately landing on the back of your head.

she hasn’t felt such a patient and warm sensation in a while. you give her clit little kisses before sucking it again, closing your eyes now as you fully get into it.

seeing you like this, prioritizing her so much and taking your time, abby gets even more turned on.

your middle and ring fingers ghost near her hole, easing into it with no rush. and as both fingers are fully in, you make sure she’s okay.

“comfortable?” you murmur against her clit.

her voice is filled with pleasure and need. “yes, baby.” she groans softly when you start moving your fingers then continue on sucking her clit.

“you taste so good, abby.” you say in between licks and gentle sucks before switching up for stronger suction, rolling her clit with your tongue.

abby’s moans are low and you’re learning that she doesn’t tend to be so loud in bed, but then she whimpers your name like a prayer.

and it motivates you to increase your fingers’ pace, making abby moan a little more. you move in a come hither motion, making sure you hit her good spots perfectly.

you watch her squirm into your touch, watching her hips buck and meet your thrusts. her breasts push out a little as her back arches, with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth slightly open to moan out the prettiest sounds.

abby wants to feel guilty. so guilty for immediately being in bed with someone after ending her relationship, but it doesn’t work. you touch her with care, not like she’s delicate, but in a way where you’re firm and knows she can handle it.

because from what you’ve shown her tonight, you want to know her more. you want to ease into this relationship. you want time to do its thing. no rushing. she knows she’ll have your hand along the way.

for once, she’s in the present.

your tongue flicks her clit while your fingers continue to fuck her, feelings her walls clench. just touching her like this turns you on so much, your lower stomach twists.

so you keep your fingers thrusting into her, moving yourself up so your face levels with hers. you closely see her face contort with pleasure before she opens her eyes and sees you.

your elbow props you up, hand between her legs, thumb rubbing her clit. abby leans up a little to nuzzle her face into your neck as she softly tickles your skin with her breathy whimpers. her hand holds firmly onto your shoulder, making her feel grounded.

she lets out a groan, planting kisses on your neck. “mmph…” her body squirms in gentler motions.

her hand holding on your shoulder now transfers to the back of your neck so she can pull herself closer, spreading her legs wider so your hand has more space to move.

abby’s chest is warm and soft against yours.

she moans quietly. and without warning, she bites your shoulder while her body convulses, hips bucking into your hand as you feel a string of cum rushing onto your fingers, dripping down your palm, slightly soaking the sheets.

the scene unfolding before you is one you could get used to.

your thrusts go slower as she rides her orgasm out. abby suddenly chuckles against your neck, giving it a soft kiss before lying down properly on her back then goes on her side to face you.

her cum coats your fingers and you push them into your mouth, sucking to taste her. abby tastes divine. a taste you want to remain on your tongue.

she sees this and breathes deeply. relieved, relaxed. it’s no longer cold as a warmth wraps around your room’s atmosphere.

you smile at her like you always do while mirroring her position. there’s a few tears that fall from her eyes and you get worried, but she’s smiling.

you’ve never seen abby cry. your heart aches a little.

she takes your hand and places it firmly on her cheek. such an endearing move that you scooch closer to her while she closes her eyes. her hand is over yours on her cheek, pressing softly.

abby turns her head a little bit to kiss your palm. “thank you.” she mumbles, leaning in for another kiss.

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note: it's my first time writing smut and i wrote this at 4am so im sorry if there are any errors huhu

[anderscnsflwr]

⸝⸝ abby anderson ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

now playing: milk teeth - niki

── you start getting what mel feels.

it’s getting late. you sit alone in one of the seats in the now-sleepy stadium near the stock of peppered vegetables and butchered meat. you start wondering. is this what mel feels? of course, there’s some differences, since she’s pregnant with owen’s baby and she’s part of the salt lake crew…but is this what it feels like to know that your partner isn’t fully set in you?

lately, things have been…off. you couldn’t keep lying to yourself anymore. their lingering touches, her wandering eyes.

and fuck, you loved her so much. too much, even.

at first it was okay. you get that abby and owen have gone through things, seen things, that only their crew can understand. like that business they had to take care of in jackson; that even to this day you have no clue what it’s about. every time you asked abby about it, she’d brush it off, saying it’s just some unimportant thing that isaac asked for the salt lake crew to tend to.

so you don’t pry. you ask, get an unstable answer, and just go with it; because in a world like now, you’re often forced to go onto the next thing even though the past is hard to move on from. this has nothing to do with you and abby’s relationship, and deeply, as much as you want to forget it…you ask yourself if she’ll ever let you in.

she’d look at owen like there’s something in you that’s missing. that you’re stable, present, that she’s grounded when she’s with you; but when it’s owen, there’s something deeper. to her, he is home. he is who she sees getting gray with, getting wrinkled.

could it be true that the candle has dimmed and your guts have been buried to rot?

your stomach churns just thinking about it. her sunkissed face, the softness of her touch. her laugh and how she snorts when it gets too funny, or when she pouts at you every time she doesn’t get her way.

time and time again, you wonder if abby sees her effect on you.

your chest gets squeezed, drained, every time it feels as though your relationship with her is nothing but yearning. she has you, you’ve tried to be a good partner, but is it enough? abby feels so far away, but is this all in your head?

her friends were surprised when you and abby revealed your relationship to them, but why? the past? owen? maybe it’s for your own good that you don’t know. maybe you’re only overthinking all of this.

your heart dropped as manny accidentally revealed this afternoon that abby plans on finding owen after he goes missing, after they found out that he killed danny in a patrol instead of a seraphite.

manny knows in himself that it’s not an accident. he slipped up on purpose. he is fully aware of how unfair it is to you; for abby to impulsively choose this risky plan instead of telling you first. that isaac would definitely get her hunted down for going against his orders.

so you decide between two decisions that may ultimately bring you to lose each other. confront her, knowing that she’ll go since she’s too stubborn to listen to you, or don’t say anything. give her a silent out so it doesn’t have to be difficult.

the tiredness reaches you, standing up to head back to your apartment. it’s in a different sector in the stadium, nearly on the other end from abby and manny’s.

but as you arrive in the hallway decorated with protocol posters…

“hey,” it’s abby. she’s stood there. troubled? she looks deep in thought.

“hi…” you respond, not a single light in your tone. it dawns upon her. you already know. fuck manny for telling you, huh? no, not at all. manny addressed this to her the moment she asked him for help.

after a moment of tense silence, she finally speaks up.

“we need to talk.” it’s you who says it. you interrupt her train of thought immediately as you feel the silence grow more and more with each second that passes.

abby’s breath hitches as you sit her on your couch.

“so…” your voice trails, sitting beside her. though unlike the countless times she let you hold her on the couch, unbraid her hair, let your touches linger—there’s a distance.

a distance abby dreads, a distance you choose to have.

“i won’t beg you not to go after him.” it’s venom in your tongue to ever say his name in such a setting. there is no warmth. you’re so cold. abby can’t handle it.

your breathing comes out limited, like if you breathe deeply, she’ll disappear. she’ll leave you with a trace, the dying warmth and her tattooed touch.

“it’s not my place.” your eyes don’t seem to find hers like it always does. “not anymore.”

the decisions-to-be-made tonight are both driven by love. it just so happens that abby’s is ambiguous.

“i just want him safe.” abby speaks, but you reject her words. if this were anyone, she’d find herself furious, frustrated, but since it’s you…oh, you.

“don’t let yourself die in the process.” you purse your lips, feeling your throat growing dry with every ounce of remaining energy you put into this conversation.

abby’s heart aches at how defeated you sound.

“i thought you’d at least fight for it once you found out.” she says so low. anxious.

your eyes finally meet hers. abby knows that look of consideration. it pains you that even a single glance is enough to leave your heart fluttering. you fold so easily when it comes to her.

“i can’t keep lying to myself, abigail.” there’s a wincing in her chest, hearing the soft seriousness in your tone upon using her full name.

“about what?” abby is left confused, but as the distance grows, pieces start to form. she’s not naive.

she realizes. “oh.” wandering eyes.

abby doesn’t like dwelling on emotions, often preferring logical approaches. you’re giving her an out. for once, abby anderson has this force pushing her to fully let you in. to let her emotions through.

no words are needed for you to explain what she’s been making you feel. your face speaks louder than your words. abby isn’t unaware of her unintentional actions; she’s just too much of a coward to address them to you.

“i may never know what it’s like to have you deeply,” you tilt your head a little, looking at her. smiling softly now.

“but i love you, and that’s enough for me.”

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modern!abby anderson with a geeky gf ✶⋆.˚

a/n: i’m sorry in advance cuz some of these feel too specific...i got carried away. abby is lowkey a gamer here!! some of the specific games/shows/movies mentioned here aren’t included in every hc, just single ones

— (mentioned: red dead redemption 2, dorohedoro, boku no hero academia, baldur’s gate 3, homer’s odyssey, epic: the musical)

— there’s a bunch of characters that you pleaded for abby to cosplay in. she isn’t really into cosplaying, but seeing you light up every time you saw the characters you mentioned, she eventually gave in and let you dress her up.

— some characters you’ve mentioned for her to dress-up as were star & stripe from bnha, noi from dorohedoro, and sadie adler from rdr2. after the first time you mentioned sadie adler to her, she dressed up as a cowboy that halloween. best believe you saved a horse and rode something else that night…

— convinced her to play baldur’s gate 3 with you and she romanced the character that resembled you the most, because it really is that deep. she’s normally an early bird, so instead of sleeping late, she schedules the long gameplays when she’s free; seriously, you’ll be up at 11am, see her eyes wide on the screen and ask her what time she woke up…she woke up six hours ago. she gets so locked in, she eventually finishes honor mode before you could even get halfway through act 1. (bonus: she gets lev into it)

— ever since you bought her a rare coin you found online for her numismatist hobby, she’s been going around buying you a new volume of that comic/manga/book you’re currently reading, or a dvd copy of one of your favorite movies. you get random surprises from her, and every time, though deeply thankful, you scold her for spending so much on merch just for you. her only explanation is because she loves seeing how you light up and get all excited.

— you saw a copy of homer’s “The Odyssey” on her shelf once, and as a surprise for her birthday, you bought her the vinyls for “Epic: The Musical”. she played the songs on vinyl and started tearing up, explaining each song to you. she reads so many books, so in combination with that, the way she talks about it includes vocabulary that has you in circles.

— it’s a back and forth when listening to each other talk about interests, though you do find yourself rambling more than abby does; which she doesn’t mind. if it were anyone else, she’d hope for them to shut up.

— acts all playfully smug when she’s better at you in some games you either introduce her to or you play together, but you’re always thankful that she doesn’t go easy on you; it motivates you to be competitive with her when it comes to gaming, and you challenge each other. it’s all in playful fun, and on easy days, the winner determines which chores to do…though abby always backs out and just ends up helping you whenever she wins.

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abby anderson with a filipino gf ✶⋆.˚

a/n: gulp this is me projecting LMAO

— the second she starts courting you, she’ll immediately call your parents tito/tita. they eat it up all the time, and abby trying to say it properly makes you giggle, though supportive.

— unintentionally has a conyo accent instead of a foreigner trying to pronounce filipino words; this is ‘cause she knows some spanish from manny.

— gets curious about certain words and would actively ask you meanings and translations. tries so hard to say it properly and to form phrases. (also because you give her many kisses when she does manage to form one)

— would always have her hand across your thighs when riding a jeepney. often has a resting bitch face when you wear skirts or dresses when in one since it does intimidate people, especially with her physique and all and how she almost towers over most.

— loves tokneneng so much, she pouted a lot when you guys arrived at the street vendor’s stand and there was only one left. overdoes it with the vinegar and cucumbers; and when you try to lean in for a kiss, she’ll intentionally exaggerate her H’s to annoy you.

— the titas love feeding her, telling her to “sharon” (pack up food for herself to bring home.) they give her so much, explaining that it’s to keep her big and strong so she can take care of you properly. how could she say no?

— she’s so charming and suave, your cousins ask her for dating advice. she bullshits it most of the time, though sometimes just uses advice that manny gave her. she knows the advice works because it worked on you; but of course she has charms of her own.

— thought karaoke was ridiculous, and the second you pulled her to sing with you, she just nervously stood there. she managed to loosen up when one of your family members offered her a shot of alcohol. next thing you knew, she was playfully pushing you to the side and singing karaoke with your cousins instead.

— she loves books! so naturally, she’ll look through filipino literature, finding stuff that interests her like “Smaller and Smaller Circles”. you’d introduce her to silly and cliche filipino wattpad books, and you’d laugh at the film adaptations together.

— speaking of wattpad adaptations, she was skeptical of “She’s Dating the Gangster” because of the title and thought it was so cheesy, but by the time you guys finished the movie…she was sobbing. the movie’s main song was stuck in her head for a while and she’d yell “go sexy love!” at you every time you did the smallest of chores.

— unironically likes filipino fuckboy music even though she was resisting it at first. she usually listens to music like radiohead or deftones, but after going to a bar with you and the hev abi and al james songs kept going, she knew damn well. she may not know what the songs mean, but she gets the gist every time the songs play and you glance at her and blush a little before looking away.

bonus: sugar n’ spice by denise julia & gusto with ya by deny are def going to the abby filo music playlist!

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abby anderson drunk hcs! ✶⋆.˚

a/n: first post! not my first tumblr acc lol but i decided to make a new one...happy new year! <3

— would repeat words you say and laugh at it herself as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. her laughter when drunk makes her snort a little more than normal, the occasional hiccup after giggles.

— best believe she’s like a big bear burying her face in every crook of your body. your chest, your neck, your thighs. you’d get confused whether she’s aroused or not, but she makes sure you’re aware.

— normally when you’re alone, she loves being babied. now that she’s drunk, it dials up. she gets so clingy that she’d cling onto your back and whine every time you try to stand up.

— she just sniffs you, and you’d try to pull away when you know you either smell like a kitchen, smoke, or plain alcohol. abby would just pull you closer, telling you that she’d smell you time and time again even if you bathe in a tub of onions and garlic.

— would lie down on top of you, saying “get your hands off me, i have a girlfriend.” in a gruff and playful voice while her face is buried on the pillow beside your head. (think of it like that one scene from bob’s burgers) you act annoyed but deeply find it funny and endearing.

— when drunk in a group setting, she doesn’t get loud, often keeping herself clinging onto your side. she’d cuddle into you while you’re having a conversation with someone and just stay there, loving how you’re rubbing her head and how your arms feel around her.