Please tell me we didn’t have sex last night (3/4)
You can read the first part here, and the second part here
So because I originally promised to update this a couple of days ago, you’re getting a slightly longer chapter! You’re welcome ;) Thanks for everyone who liked/reblogged and commented, I love all of you!
After finishing her shower and drying herself off, Abby feels much better. Her headache is reduced to a minor throbbing and her nausea is nearly gone. Entering her bedroom, she quickly puts on some underwear, a pair of leggings and a baggy sweatshirt. Marcus’ shirt is still lying on the bathroom floor and after debating for a couple of seconds she picks it up and throws it in the laundry basket. They might not have parted on the best of terms, but Marcus did take care of her while she was being ill, so washing his T-shirt was the least she could do. She might not be brave enough to drop it off herself, but she could always ask Thelonius to make sure Marcus got it back, they were friends after all.
Abby’s just about to turn on her laptop to go over some notes when a noise and a muttered curse from outside her bedroom makes her freeze.
There was someone in her apartment
Feeling a slight panic attack coming up, Abby glances around her room, looking for her phone. When she doesn’t immediately find it, she starts to search her room for something she could use to defend herself. Her gaze lands on her bedside lamp and she quickly unplugs it before picking it up.
Quietly opening the door, Abby makes her way to the kitchen, adrenaline coursing through her veins only to abruptly come to a halt when while rounding the corner she comes face to face, or rather face to back, with none other than Marcus.
Wait, what? What is he still doing here? And is he making breakfast?
Abby is a sweet little old blind long haired Dachshund who just wants to
be held. She is truly a purse puppy. She will walk a bit to go to the
bathroom,eat, get a drink, but her favorite position is in your arms.
She is so easy and mellow and rarely makes a peep. She even loves to be
dressed up, her foster momma makes sure she’s always in style.
When Abby and Jackson are getting Raven on the floor while she's seizing Abby keeps saying "okay baby okay baby" and my HEART! Earth mom Abby activate
You know what hurt me? That Abby was losing another daughter. And she didn’t bring her up from a child, but she adopted Raven after she lost Clarke and Clarke went off on her own and she had to accept that she couldn’t keep Clarke safe. And now here she is, being told she has to let her second daughter go, too. She keeps mothering these children who are intent on throwing themselves into the void (sometimes literally) in order to save humanity.
Listen Abby, you need to pick yourself a sweet little puppy child next time, not these ferocious guard dogs.
Problem is, Abby is herself a ferocious guard dog, dressed up in polite poodle clothes. Hey, did you know standard poodles are actually pretty closely related to wolves, it turns out?
Pride walked into Washington D.C’s NCIS headquarters in search of you. It was time for you and Pride to head back to New Orleans. The case with Jethro was over. He spotted his friend, padding up to his desk.
“Gibbs, have ya seen [Y/N],” Pride asked, looking around the squadroom.
The Marine got up from his desk, motioning for Dwayne to follow. Pride furrowed his eyebrows forward as he followed Gibbs towards the elevator. Soon they were down in Abby’s lab.
Pride heard you squeal from Abby’s office. He would have been worried if you had been in any other building, but you were in Abby’s office. The two of them entered the office. Puppies were crawling all over your lap, nibbling on your hands and sitting on your lap. Pride smiled as you giggled with puppies covering your lap completely.
ok but do you know what I really want from the ghostbusters sequel???
Kevin’s mom goes out of town and he has to bring in Mike Hat to stay at the HQ and the team instantly falls for the big puppy. Like Patty, Abby, and Erin were all PUMPED when the pure-bred boarder collie stubbles through the door, (not unlike his owner) and immediately gallops over and starts licking their faces and asking for belly rubs, the whole nine yards ofc, and everyones happy and blinded by doggy cuteness all except Holtzmann who swears up and down that she’s 1000% a cat person and is incessant that Mike only stays for a week UNTIL the pupper himself pads over to her work station all by himself, looks her dead in the eye and puts his lil doggo face right in her lap and she just m e l t s. The dog has done it. He wore down Holtzmann of all people and by now she’s taught him to jump up on the chair and grab a tool from her disastrous work bench if she ever requires it and oops now she only calls him Dr. Hat and insists everyone to call him that and whenever they leave to kick some ghost ass she sets a special little alarm to remind Kevin to take him out every half-hour. (Kevin thinks it isn’t necessary but she still sets it every time they leave)
mrs. cooper, who had a boxer puppy named abbi that was actually mine at heart, passed out candy and bunny plushies and let me use her porch to play pirates and had the coolest granddaughter
good friend from up the street we played really, really complicated games with. nobody has ever played barbies harder than this. there was a lengthy, emotional plot, drama, questioned the value of life. also our elephant toys looked similar, so we married them
me, who named the apple tree a papple tree because i thought the apples it produced, which were very definitely just apples, tasted like peaches, and claimed one tree to be my tree of playing. you couldn't touch my tree. i loved my tree.
the big golden great dane named maggie that i tried to ride like a horse. showed up at completely random times. never understood that she wanted me to pet her, not sit astride her as we rode into narnia
maggie's evil twin, who we never saw but heard howling in the night, the reason i believed werewolves were real until i was 9
the person with the cow-themed kitchen, with the cow salt-shakers and the cow apron and the cow chairs. gave me a sea horse plushie with a torn tail out of spite. used to hunt for tiny tomato frogs in their rock garden after they disappeared mysteriously
the crazy cat lady with three feet of bushes obscuring her house from view, making it look like an urban jungle. her cats populated the woods and i thought they were in a cat gang, which meant the cat lady was a werecat lady, because only cats can be in a cat gang. staked out her house with binoculars. did not know how to work binoculars, mission failed.
sometimes i like to pretend that lexa is still alive. that she was saved by the one and only abigail griffin. that she magically ran in the exact time that this pure soul was shot. abby having her medical kit on hand and yelling at everyone to “make way” even though literally titus, murphy, and clarke are the only people there. abby telling clarke what to do and what not as she was trying to stop the bleeding after taking the bullet out. lexa still being that same dramatic cutie tryiing to comfort a sobbing clarke. clarke still bringing lexa water to stop the bleeding and abby going “i already took the damn bullet out now move clarke while i stitch up your wife”. clarke not knowing what to do with the water so she throws it at titus “your lucky my mom came through a magic portal”. titus being ashsmed and deeply apologizing as clarke ignored him and went to lexa. murphy being quiet and watching with sad puppy eyes. abby finished saving lexa. lexa and clarke being dramatic together as they kissed. abby slapping titus while giving murphy a high five. “LONG LIVE CLEXA!!”
I just kind of assumed that Marcus Kane would have game, but after the cheek kiss and his “what was that?” reaction, it is CANONICALLY obvious that he is absolutely clueless and it delights me beyond belief.