Tiny little Abby x reader ficlet time !! In which Abby is worried, and the reader is a little bit of a dumbass (affectionate). A little angsty and a little sweet.
Also very short and not super proofread.
“This is so unfair. Why are you flipping your shit so bad?” Yes, you were pouting like a petulant child. But to be fair—you were also currently being dragged away from everyone else like one.
“Flipping my shit?” Abby scoffs. “Who even says that, are you twelve?”
“No, but you're treating me like I am.” Your face is scrunched up in annoyance. You'll maintain your innocence just a bit longer. Even knowing exactly why she's upset with you.
“You're lucky you got away with only a few scratches and bruises." If you didn't know her, you might not notice the worry hidden just beneath the anger. But you do know her. “That was stupid. And I know you know that.”
“Maybe. But it's not like you've never done anything stupid and impulsive,” you grumble. You were acting far more prideful than you truly had the right to be right now.
And you'd swear the look that earns you from Abby could burn right through you. Despite your defensiveness, you do feel a bit embarrassed (and guilty).
“Don't deflect.” Abby says plainly.
“I'm not deflecting!" You huff loudly. “Why are you so mad? I'm fine,” you gesture over yourself. “See?”
A sigh. “That's not the point, you—” she cuts herself off, aggravation dissipating into something quieter. For a brief moment, you can see the fear behind the anger.
“I, what?” You question gently.
“You could have died.” The words are mumbled, like she doesn't want to say it.
Oh. You can feel the shame wash over you, realizing your recklessness impacted more than just you. That this wasn't just your average scolding. “I'm sorry,” you say softly.
“It's fine, you just scared me a little,” Abby says. “God, you really are an idiot.” Despite her words, the concern in her tone and gaze is more than evident.
“Okay. So maybe it was kind of stupid.” You can't help but to yield. You step a bit closer, “but—as you can see, I'm okay. And I will try to be less stupid in the future.”
“You better,” your words seem to have softened her just a bit. "I'm serious."
“I promise,” you take her hand. “Really.”
“Good,” she leans in to kiss your cheek. “Because if you pull some shit like that again, I'll kill you myself.”
“Wow. You're mean.” But your pout and feigned offense only serve to make her laugh.
You're grateful to hear it.