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chai-berries · 5 months

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post club partying and you’re at a diner, tipsy and love drunk, messily inhaling a cheese burger and fries while abby devours hers with a little more manners. she’s not as drunk as you and spends most of her time smiling at your drunk swaying/dancing to the overhead radio as you munch on your burger, holding it with two hands, elbows tucked into your side like a child. you’re blasted.

the two of you are sharing a blackberry milkshake with one straw because according to you it’s “better for the environment”

there’s a few other customers but only one waitress, who like every waitress in a small diner, is a 50 year old lesbian with a dry sense of humor. she hums in amusement when she first takes your order. you were oblivious to her, your hands playing with abby’s left one and your eyes locked onto abby’s face, smiling adoringly at her. the blonde hands the waitress the menus with her free right hand, ordering the basic diner meal and of course the blackberry shake with a passionate “one straw please!” coming from you though your eyes never leave her face

when the waitress brings the check, abby has moved to your side of the table. you’re tucked into her side, sucking the last of the blackberry milkshake aka 99% of the seeds through the straw. the waitress places the check next to abby’s plate with a pen.

“you two are too cute,” the waitress says as soft as you can after years of smoking cheap cigs. “it’s nice to see the young ones doing so well. goodnight sweethearts”

and with abby’s strength, a lot of patience, and your sudden burst of energy, you successfully make it back to the car and tucked into the passenger seat. she starts the car, making sure the seat heater is on before you even ask. she snags a sweatshirt from the back and places it over your legs as a blanket. when she pulls out of the dark parking lot where the only light comes from the windows and single sign of the diner, she takes one last glance at your cute sleepy face until it gets too dark to see before driving your drunk ass home <3

#fondness oozes out of her #abby anderson x reader #abby brainrot era #mads’ headcanons #if you are reading this — hi 🫵🧡🤍🩷#i have never went to a club but i have done post event diner vibes

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chai-berries · 10 months

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sorry but i think only abby’s girlfriend can reblog this post :/

#imagine i was mean and turned off reblogging #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby brainrot era #IMDBIWHQUHZJSW #I NEED THIS ON A SHIRT #JUST LIKE MY ELLIE ONE #ITS A NEEEEEEED #and post #if you are reading this — hi 🫵🧡🤍🩷#mads’ edits

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chai-berries · 3 months

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click here if you love abby anderson, support palestine, and/or identify as a lesbian <3

#REBLOG PLEASE :)#abby anderson x reader #;)#tlou #ellie williams x reader #abby anderson #if you are reading this — hi 🫵🧡🤍🩷#ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson smut #ellie williams smut #<- tagging to spread awareness #lmao

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chai-berries · 11 days

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all my friends support palestine and know neil druckmann is a zionist

A Kiss for The Ping Pong Champ (#22)

when manny said he was planning on throwing a party that night, he didn’t tell abby that it was gonna be at their apartment. so when she comes back home, covered in mud and twigs from a dumbass mission she willingly signed up for, it’s to a party in full swing and spilling out of their front door. the mission was a basic one and abby got pretty filthy but she’d take just about anything that means exploring zombie filled treasure troves. her side of the room is steadily filling with books and pins and little trinkets. she had her current “best find yet” in the breast pocket of her jacket.

abby first hears the party from the stairwell and she practically stalks towards the front door, tired and irritated but not surprised. manny and abby have both hosted parties in their penthouse apartment plenty of times in varying amounts of success. it’s just abby forgot about it and had made plans with you and now they’re fucked.

she smiles politely at everyone she walks to her bunk. grabbing her shower caddy and some clean clothes, she sneaks back out and into the communal showers.

twenty minutes later, abby is clean and back in the packed apartment. manny greets her with a wave and she responds with a prominent middle finger and a sarcastic smile. he cackles, startling the girls beside him.

she gets herself a drink and finds some guys from the gym that she sometimes trains with. one of them, joe, was defending his poorly made joke to abby and the others when abby sees movement from the corner of her eye.

“uh excuse me please?” abby fully turns to see you scooting awkwardly past a group of people. you meet her eye and grin, shouldering past the last person and are soon within her reach.

“hi,” you breathe

“hi,” abby echos.

you look around the party. “i didn’t know there was gonna be this many people when you asked me to come over. i thought it was just gonna be us —”

abby itches to touch you. the itch wins and she gently puts a hand on your shoulder. you stop talking.

“i honestly had no idea about the party. i’m just as surprised as you. do you wanna leave?” abby looks up to see where manny is.

“no,” you say a little too quickly. “i’m cool with staying if you are.”

you share a smile.

“ok then let’s get you a drink. nothing spectacular but they are interesting.” she leads you over to a table where people are mixing up drinks. she goes past all the mixes and shitty liquor and pulls a small bottle out of a box.

“here,” she hands it to you. “it’s wine. from 1993. you said wine ages well and you’ve been wanting some since last christmas sooo” she trails off and suddenly feels like she shouldn’t know that you like wineries and napa valley history and god she’s so weird but you’re smiling at her so that has to be good sign, right?

“abby, this is amazing! thank you,” is all you say but the relief that fills abby is embarrassing. this time it’s your turn to lead you both to abby’s little corner in the front of the penthouse. everyone is mostly in the upper stairs area, besides nora and leah who wave at you both as you pass by. you sit down on abby’s bed and she follows. a silence passes between you as the party becomes ambience. abby remembers her surprise and reaches into her jacket’s breast pocket. she closes her fist around the item and scoots back so her back leans against the wall and her feet hang off the bed. you follow her movement with your eyes. she makes eye contact with you for a brief second. you note that she looks bashful.

“i, uh, found you something while i was out.”

“yeah?” you turn to sit sideways on her bed, one leg tucked under you.

“you gotta close your eyes first.” you close your eyes and hold your hand out, a big smile on your face. what you can’t see is that abby is easily caught off by your smile and almost misses dropping the mysterious item into your hand.

“okay you can open your eyes now.” you do so.

in your hand is a necklace. a long gold chain and a pendant. you untangle the necklace and hold it up. the pendent is the letter of your first name. the necklace as a whole is in pretty good condition with only a little chip on the pendent.

“oh abby,” you look up and see the girl blushing. “this is so sweet! i love it. thank you.” regardless of how uncomfortable it will be, you lean forward to hug abby tightly. “thank you again, abs” you whisper and kiss her cheek before pulling away.

you quickly undo the clasps and ask abby to put the necklace on you. after a failed attempt of putting it on while sitting, you both stand up. you turn your back to abby and she very ceremoniously places the necklace on you. once it’s clasped you turn back around to face her. you reach up to adjust the pendant so it sits in the middle, by your sternum.

when you look up, abby is already smiling at you. she opens her mouth to say something when someone calls her name.

she rolls her eyes and answers with a reluctant “yeah?”

it’s joe again. “it’s raheem’s birthday and he wants a beer pong rematch.”

“right now? i’m busy.” she glances at you.

“yes now. he heads out on that week long mission tomorrow morning.”

abby closes her eyes and lets her head fall back. it’s raining outside and she can hear the rain above her head. she exhales heavily through her mouth. she looks back at you and you have the most understanding eyes in the world and abby both hates and loves it.

“okay,” she says to joe. “one game and he gets the bad beer and im taking that nice stuff.”

joe holds his hands up. “righto, captain.”

abby rolls her eyes again. she looks back at you. “this okay? just one game and they’ll leave me alone.”

you roll your own eyes but there’s a smile on your lips.

“abs it’s fine. i promise. now go, because i think joe is coming back over here.”

and sure enough he was. abby briefly squeezed your hand before heading up the stairs. you walk over to nora and leah, who have been joined by a happy drunk whitney. they were getting up to join you to watch abby kick reheem’s ass, all of you making up abby’s cheer squad.

the cups and sacred ping pong balls are already set up. you make sure to stand where abby can see you and you can see her. and she makes sure to wink at you before shooting the first ping pong of the game right into one of raheem’s cups. the boy groans loudly and his friends cheer on abby. abby holds her hands up, shrugging off the attention. you bite your lip to stop smiling at her antics. your eyes catch movement as she pulls up the sleeves of her henley to her forearms, making her arms look even bigger. pulling the sleeves up also shows off her bracelet collection. including one that you made her months ago. she’s never taken it off so it’s worn and faded. but the sentiment is still there and it makes your heart ache with love for her.

while raheem takes his time aiming, you continue watching abby as she stretches her arms over her head and twists her upper body back and forth. you suddenly remember that abby just came back home from an overnight mission and there were currently over twenty, mostly drunk, people shoved into her apartment. she’s probably exhausted but putting on a good show for these people that look up to her. you make a mental note to ask her if she wants to come back to your place until the party’s over. your room is smaller but ten times quieter. you continue to zone out a bit, watching abby while thinking about abby as the game continues in front of you.

unfortunately (but fortunately for you) everyone knew the end score pretty quickly. abby had four out of six cups left on her side while raheem had two left on his. the crowd was engaged in the action like it was a tennis match. manny had even moved to stand beside abby as her right hand man. your eyes stay locked on her.

it was raheem’s turn and everyone watches as his ball hits the rim of the cup but bounces away. the crowd groans for him. abby steps up and without even trying, sinks the ball into the cup closest to raheem. the crowd cheers. raheem goes again and makes it. abby downs the cup and wipes away the little bit that missed her mouth with the back of her hand. she picks up a ball and closes one eye to aim it perfectly before letting it go. the ball arches in the air and lands in its target.

the people cheering for abby lose their minds. manny starts to shake abby excitedly. joe and a few of the other boys from before surround her. you hear manny say something about getting abby “a drink fit for champions”. you watch abby smile and joke with her friend until the crowd by the alcohol table blocks her from you.

beside you, nora clears her throat. you stop searching for abby and look to nora.

she’s fighting off a smile.

your brows furrow in confusion. “what?”

nora shrugs. “i don’t know. i just wanna know when did you get thirsty? where did my innocent friend go?”

“what are you talking about?”

“c’mon. you are so obvious. you were practically undressing abby during the whole game. we are in public, girl. have some class,” nora laughs.

you look down. “i’m not undressing her with my eyes,” you mumble. nora scoffs

“i don’t know why you are so in denial. you have the girl,” nora’s eyes move over your shoulder. “and speak of the devil and she shall appear. hey abs! congrats on demolishing raheem! i just know he’s going to be sulking about this in the clinic for months.”

abby shrugs. “all in a day’s work.” she turns to you. “you okay?”

you smile at her. “yeah i’m fine. nora was just bullying me.” you pout. abby’s head swivels to nora who has the common sense to be already walking away with leah and whitney shuffling behind her. “it’s fine. it wasn’t serious.”

abby looks back towards you. “okay…do you wanna get outta here? i feel like if i stay, someone is gonna wanna challenge me again or something.”

“yeah! i was just gonna ask if you wanted to come to my place? ya know, until the party clears out.”

abby blushes. “yeah i’d love to. let me just grab my bag.” she moves to go down the stairs but stops at your hand grabbing her bicep.

“wait abby?”

she stops a step below you. “yeah?”

she is taller and generally bigger than you because of her muscles but having her be a step down makes it easier for you to cup her face and very gently press your lips to hers.

the gentle kiss is met with abby’s own passionate response. she reaches for your waist. your hands go from her face to her neck and then down to her shoulders.

you pull away first. “and that’s a kiss for the ping pong champion”

abby opens her eyes and hums in response. she squeezes your waist and let’s go, walking down the stairs to grab her bag. when she comes back she simply takes your hand in hers and interlaces your fingers.

just like the way she arrived, abby smiles politely at people who say hi but doesn’t stop walking until the sounds of the room fade away and she can only hear you and the sounds of both of your feet along the hallway.

#ITS FUCKING 2K WORDS ??? LMAOOO #if you are reading this — hi 🫵🧡🤍🩷#abby anderson x reader #abby brainrot era #mads’ headcanons #abby anderson x you #abby anderson fluff #the number game #number 22

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chai-berries · 11 months

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i love opening the abby anderson x reader tag every morning like it’s the newspaper and i’m a dad in the 80s checking to see how the economy is doing

#i have sooo many fics to read #but i always look when i don’t have time to READ #AHHH sorry to all writers!! i will get to them i prommy #abby anderson x reader #if you are reading this — hi 🫵🧡🤍🩷#abby brainrot era

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chai-berries · 10 months

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rugby!abby playfully tackling you during the early part of you guys dating. she’s showing you how to throw the ball and the different stances defensive does to take opponents down. you’re teasing her as you sidestep to run past her and she goes for it, tackling you. she’s holding back her ultimate strength because she obviously doesn’t wanna hurt you but it’s still a firm hold as she takes you both down. you’re cushioned by both her body and her instincts to be gentle with you. you catch your breath then start to laugh hysterically, abby watching you in surprise. you get up and get in a running start pose, winking at her before you’re sprinting down to the end that abby named your goal. she’s quick to jump to her feet, following you soon after with a smile of disbelief and amusement on her face. she’s falling in love with the weirdest [and cutest] person she’s ever met.

“c’mon abby! i’m going to win~” you sing.

as soon as she hears you sing her name like you’re falling for her too, abby decides she’ll always let you win [even though she denies doing it every time]

#please!! god!! please!!!#i want her to tackle me 🥴🥴🥴#i wanna be a jock’s gf so bad if you can’t tell #you: 😈 her: 😧☺️#rugby abby! rugby abby! rugby abby!#rugby!abby #rugby au #abby anderson x reader #mads’ headcanons #if you are reading this — hi 🫵🧡🤍🩷#abby brainrot era

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chai-berries · 10 months

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because abby is the hottest member in the itty bitty titty committee (sorry ellie) she doesn’t wear a bra at home or when running errands. basically if she’s not at work, school, or practice, she’s going sports bra-less. and goddamn does she look sooooo goooood! *~*

sometimes in the morning you will sit outside for breakfast. you’re completely bundled up but abby runs hot so she’s just wearing bottoms and a short sleeve t-shirt. a shirt that is just tight enough for you to see her nipples as they harden from the breeze. you are able to keep your eyes up for the first few minutes but suddenly abby moves and ding! your eyes are there. you feel like such a creep but c’mon! it’s nipples on boobs! your girlfriend’s boobs! it’d be a crime not to look. unbeknownst to you, abby is aware of your inner monologue, being able to read you so well after so long together. she saw you glance at her chest when she first felt the breeze. she was onto you. and if she happened to push her chest forward in a faux stretch, who’s gonna know?

#GOOOOOOOD MORNING BABES #i wanna smother myself in her chest <333333 #building an imaginary life with abby beats going to therapy #if you are reading this — hi 🫵🧡🤍🩷#abby anderson x reader #mads’ headcanons #abby brainrot era #(•)(•)#idc what size i am looking #edit: had to fix some misspelling cause it bugs me :)

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chai-berries · 9 months

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smoking with ellie is something else,,, like she gets so Cocky about it. yeah yeah she looks hot when she’s staring at you as she inhales and exhales with practiced precision. she just looks so fucking cool. she’ll pass you the joint with an eyebrow raised and an unsaid “you ready?” because you’re relatively new to smoking. well, at least smoking the good shit ellie gets her hands on. better than the stuff you got from your half-assed flirting with the drug dealers at your high school. but now, it’s college and it’s been… a while so it’s like you are a newbie.

and god is ellie just the best teacher. she watches your form, her brows furrowed. she’ll tsk at you when you don’t inhale right, plucking it from your fingers to show you how to do it. how to inhale, not just into your mouth but into your lungs. when you take too big of a hit and are coughing your lungs up, she’ll pass you her personal water bottle [that’s covered in fading stickers].

she definitely doesn’t smoke a lot when she smokes with you for the first few times. she just gets reasonably high, in case you go too far and need her to help you. but it’s nice overall. you guys are smoking in the dorms, with a fan blowing the air out the window and a genius invention of spray that specifically covers the smell of marijuana. thank you joel! ellie being supposedly “cool” with the R.A. on your floor helps too.

ellie will soooo light the joint for you because you’re kinda bad at lighters. “it’s probably because it’s childproof and you’re practically a child, awww” “shuddup!” and yeah it’s true you’ve hurt your finger using a lighter, but you also don’t wanna give up the feeling you get when ellie leans forward, cupping her hand around the flame as she brings it to the end of the joint. you’re watching her and she knows it. she keeps the flame going until you’ve pulled enough and then her hands are down and the moment is gone… until she needs to relight it cause you are a storyteller when you’re high and will forget you have the joint until she takes it from you or flicks the lighter to get your attention.

#totally not projecting onto this fic 👀#didn’t add shotgunning with ellie cause it would have killed me #ellie williams x reader #mads’ headcanons #ellie brainrot era #if you are reading this — hi 🫵🧡🤍🩷

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chai-berries · 9 months

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you and abby are in the kitchen, cleaning, and she’s playing your shared throwback playlist through the bluetooth speaker. low by flo rida and t-pain comes on and you’re two coffees in and something just comes over you. abby laughs in shock as you get into it, doing everything from the running man to twerking as you put away the utensils from the dishwasher. you are in your own world, your own nightclub in the middle of the day. halfway through you gesture for abby to join you, making overexaggerated moves to make her laugh loudly. she quickly makes her way over to you, shimming her shoulders. you guys dance like you’re in middle school, half grinding, half just you guys doing a noncompetitive dance battle until the song fades. it’s embarrassing how out of breath you both are (shouting lyrics while dancing takes it out of ya) but once you guys make eye contact, you’re breaking out in giggles. she’s laughing so hard she almost falls over and seeing her stumble makes you laugh harder until you guys are even more out of breath.

“stop! it hurts,” abby whines out, clutching her aching abs.

you have to turn your back on her to stop the laughter from bubbling up.

“okay. whew! i think im done,” you halt another laugh when you turn around and see abby bent over. “oh my god are you good?”

“yeah” abby stands straight up. “that hurt my abs more than any gym session has. my god.” she breathes out. once you guys are on the safe side of the laughing fit, she pulls you into her body, arms resting on your shoulders. she rocks you guys as the playlist continues on in the background. it’s just the music for a minute before abby mumbles into the side of your head. “i wish i knew middle school you. i bet you won all the dance battles.”

you snort. “you are giving middle school me too much credit but thank you for saying i won our dance battle”

abby leans back. “i didn’t say you won.”

you put your index finger to her lips, shushing her.

“it’s okay baby. you can’t win every battle”

abby rolls her eyes halfheartedly.

“shuddup,” she says, but the word is soaked in the syrupy sweetness that she saves for you and you only.

#the song is under the read more :)#anyone else have dance battles as their love language?#being goofy with your loved ones is what it’s all about!#goofy abby is my favorite abby #mads’ headcanons #if you are reading this — hi 🫵🧡🤍🩷#abby anderson x reader #abby brainrot era #abby anderson #dj mars

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