#Manny tlou

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

Reading with abs 💗

Cw: bookworm!abby, fem!reader, nsfw, fluff, cuddling with your pretty girlfriend!!, tlou universe, no use of y/n, sucking abbys fingers until she puts them in you

abby held you to her chest, softly rubbing your head as she flipped the pages of her book. Both of you knew Manny would be back from patrol soon, so there wouldn't be comfort in the small apartment for much longer.

reading soft words out loud, abby's voice was gentle as you halfway took in her words. You were more distracted at the way her palm would move from your head, to rubbing its way down your back. She drummed soft patterns against your thin t-shirt, adorning the way your lips pouted in the corner of her eye when she brought her hand back to your head.

a soft hum of protest escaping your lips, wanting her touch on more of you, Abby set her book down on her lap.

"and what do you need, baby?" She asked, smirking softly and toying with your bottom lip with her thumb.

"just.. i dunno" you blushed, knowing anything the two of you did would be cut to an early end with manny's arrival. You looked up into your girlfriends eyes, pouting as she looked back to her book.

her thumb still trailed across your lips, catching you off guard when the tip of her finger went between your lips. She pretended it didnt happen, flipping the page of her book while pushing her thumb into your mouth.

you couldn't help the way you heated up, softly sucking on her finger and letting out soft whimpers as you felt yourself soak your shorts.

abby hummed softly, occasionally dipping her thumb in deeper into your mouth. Spit was gathering around your lips, whines escaping every few seconds as you squeezed your thighs together. Abby felt you stir, turning to look at you as she put her book down. She glanced down at your legs, pushing them apart with a smirk before switching out what was in your mouth, her thumb exchanged for her middle and ring finger.

"mm, taking my fingers so well baby" she praised, watching as your eyes grew teary when she would move them deeper down your throat. She couldn't help but feel turned on herself, her eyes trailing over your pretty pink lips and the way you sucked her fingers.

after a few minutes, abby kept her fingers busy in your mouth while her other hand took your shorts down, noticing your lack of underwear with a smirk. She covered your lower body with a blanket, taking her fingers from your mouth before trailing them across your soaking slit.

"so wet for me baby" abby whispered, gently rubbing your entrance before pushing her fingers in, softly pulsing them as she turned back to her book. Her fingers moved quickly, short gasps escaping your lips and being muffled by your girlfriends muscular arm.

her thumb massaging your clit, you tried to stay quiet, your stomach dropping when the key jingled in the door. Abby didn't stop when manny walked into the room, instead innocently reading her book.

"hey, abs. Your girl sleeping?" He asked, to which your girlfriend nodded, her fingers speeding up inside you.

"read her to sleep, fuckin' cutie" she smiled, feeling your walls clench around her fingers. The way she fucked you, acting so innocent was so strangely attractive, you couldn't help the way it made you feel. As the tips of her fingers kissed your g spot, you bit your lip to stay quiet, your orgasm approaching as your muscles tightened around your girlfriends fingers. She fucked you through it, her speed never slowing down as you bit harshly down on your lips, legs slightly shaking as you came.

"mm, good job pretty girl" abby whispered, disgusting it as pecking your hair. You nuzzled against her, adoring the way she softly rubbed your thighs, never leaving you without her touch as she kept reading.

[l-0-vl-3-y]

Abby taking care of sick reader just something fluffy like that?

Abby taking care of you when you’re sick

cw: intentional lower case sick reader female reader not proof read and fluff!!!

a/n: this is my first post so its not the best😭 but dont be afraid to request or even give me some writing tips!!

• let me just start with this girl goes ALL OUT when your sick. like cmon her dads a doctor she knows wasup

• abby definitely doesnt let you do shit when your sick. cleaning? the house is sparkling. hungry? she already made your favorite soup. coughing? she has cough drops in her pocket. shes gotchu trust.

• speaking of this girl will literally hand feed you.

• abby is also so much more clingy when your sick omllll :((

• she doesnt give a piss if your sick shes spooning you all day.

• also she 100% holds your hair when you throw up.

• after your done shes wiping your mouth telling you everythings okay and then she will literally brush your teeth after (self projecting i HATE throwing up like i literally cry)

• shes also making sure your dranking lots of water throughout the day.

• she will lay you in the couch and wrap you in a blanket then put on your favorite show / movie and cuddle up with you!! (confirmed)

• manny definitely makes fun of her for being so “up your ass” but she doesnt care she would do it everyday if she had to :(

a/n: sorry this is so short i tried my best👎 but anyways leave some suggestions!!!

[melstanaccount]

No crew like the Salt Lake Crew

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days Four - Sunflower

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

For the summary, warnings, and more please visit here.

Previous Chapter

The only thing you feel when you wake up is wet. 

You had fallen asleep on Abby's shoulder so, she checks that your head is okay before she gets up from the floor. “What the fuck, Ellie!”

Both of your clothes are soaking wet, making them cling to your bodies. 

Ellie shrugs, “You two were out like a light. The only way I could wake you guys up was with water.”

“You could have shaken us awake. Not waterboard us!”

“Right, well, I need you two out of here before my parents get home. I don’t want people here when they yell at me for having a party…again.” 

Abby outstretches her hand and you gladly take it. She helps you get off the now soaking-wet floor. 

The two of you walk down the stairs, careful not to trip on puddles of beer, and make your way outside. The contrast between the dark house and the bright sunlight makes you squint your eyes. 

“How are you getting home?” Abby asks as she grabs her keys. They jingle as she grabs them from the carabiner clipped to her jeans. 

“My bike.” You point at the space where you parked your bike last night. Abby looks at you confused. When you look over, your heart drops. Your bike is nowhere to be found. 

“Fuck!” 

You turn and bang on Ellie’s door. Seconds later, Ellie opens it with a hand on her hip.

“What?” You can tell that she’s on edge. Whatever her parents will do to her is clouding her mind so nothing else matters to her right now.

“Have you seen my bike?” You point to the space where your bike was. 

“That was your bike? Some guy drove off with it last night. I thought it was his so I didn’t say anything. Sorry about that.”

“Do you remember what the guy looked like?” “TBH, I was fucking zooted so I don’t remember that part.” You thank Ellie for her time and collapse on her lawn. The shoes you are wearing were okay for biking but terrible for walking. The twenty-minute bike ride from Ellie’s house to yours just tripled. It would take you an hour to walk home. You really hoped that the asshole who took your bike ate shit in front of everyone at school. 

“Do you need a ride home?” Abby asks.

"No,” you lie. You would like a ride home but don’t want to be a burden. 

Abby can see right through your lie. “You are not walking home in those shoes,” she says. 

She’s right. No matter how much you’ve walked in platforms, walking an hour in them would be terrible for your feet. The only person you knew who could do that was Carrie Bradshaw and she wasn’t real.

“Get in the car.” Abby opens the door for you and closes it once you’re tucked inside. The leather seats are cracked, adding to the vintage charm. There are two CDs in the open glove compartment and a pack of gum. Once Abby’s inside the car, she reaches over you and closes it. 

“Sorry,” she says, “My car is a mess.” 

“It’s okay. You should see my room,” you joke. 

Your mother thought that your room was messy when in reality, it was only a little cluttered. Your entire desk is filled with little trinkets and memories from your past life. Clothes are thrown all over the floor from playing dress up one too many times and sometimes paper lays flatly on the floor if you’re too lazy to pick it up. 

“I didn’t know you collect CDs,” you add. 

“Yeah, I do. It’s cheaper than collecting vinyl,” Abby shrugs.

Abby turns the music up a little bit. Some new pop artist is playing and she taps her fingers on the steering wheel, enjoying the music. The car is silent except for the music playing on the radio. 

You can’t believe the two of you were caught like that on the floor. Laying your head on Abby’s shoulder was innocent enough but the fact that the two of you fell asleep like that got to you. You didn’t even drink anything last night so there was no reason why you slept in. Then you remembered why you didn’t drink anything last night. You spilled your drink all over Owen. 

You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and began to chew on it out of fear. What would Abby think when she found out that you spilled a drink on her boyfriend's t-shirt? Would she hate you and never want to talk to you again? Or would she also call you a bitch and hate you forever? Maybe if you came clean she would admire the fact that you were a real friend who never hid secrets from her.

“I have to tell you something,” you huffed out a nervous breath.

“Yes?”

“I spilled a drink on Owen last night.”

“On his J.Crew shirt? That ass.” She shook her head. “It was his favorite shirt and I told him not to wear it to parties anymore because someone would spill something on it. That’s what he gets for not listening to me,” Abby laughed. 

You let out a breath that you didn’t even notice you were holding in and laughed along with her.

“So, we’re cool?” 

Abby nodded, “Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?”

You shook your head and looked out the window, “No reason.” 

By the way that every house on the street looked the same, you knew that you were close to your own. You look over at Abby, confused. 

“How do you know where I live? I never told you my address.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Owen told me you lived by him in the house that just sold.” She bit her lip. 

Abby pulls up in your driveway and you almost curse out loud. Both of your parents' cars are in the driveway. Even though they’re never home, they've given you a curfew. You must be home before 12 in the morning and according to your phone, it is currently 10 am. You were so fucked. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you say as you slip out of her truck.

Abby smiles, “Anytime. And I’m sorry about your bike.”

Abby waits until you’re inside of your house to pull off. Instead of going to the left, she turns right towards Owen’s house. You feel the tugging in your heart when you see the two of them together. It shouldn’t bother you that they’re spending time together but it does. You can’t quite put your feelings into words but they aren’t nice.

"Where have you been and why are you wet?” your mother asks, her arms crossed. 

“Since when do you care?” you shoot back. 

“Some partners from the firm are coming over and we need you to be here,” your father rubs the bridge of his nose, annoyed at your rebellious tone. 

“Why? So we can play happy little family again. No thanks, I have plans.” 

You walk past them and into your room. You don’t have plans but you’d rather walk all the way to hell and back than play into their little act. 

You change into dry and clean clothes, grab your bag, and head out the door. You have no idea how to use public transportation but you’ll figure it out today. 

Your parents don’t argue as you walk out of the door. Some weird part of you wants them to call for you but you know them. You know that they don’t want to waste more of their breath on you.

You don’t care where you’re going. You just need to get away. You take the first bus you see and ride it till the end of the line. It drops you off at a public park. Children scream with glee as they play on the playground, people walk their dogs along the sidewalk, and couples enjoy the cool breeze as they sit and enjoy each other's company. And then it hits you, that weird feeling inside of you that you get when you want something you can’t have. It makes you sit down and watch as the small waves flow through the small duck pond.

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Monday comes around, and you’re in the library with Abby. It’s the first day of tutoring and both of you are nervous. You want to be a good teacher and Abby wants to soak up all the knowledge she can. 

“So, what do you struggle with the most?” You ask, getting ready to take notes. 

“Memorization mostly,” Abby says truthfully, “But I’d like to work on everything.”

You get out a fresh set of flashcards and slide them over to Abby. “Why don’t we start with making some flashcards? You can write down the word and then the definition on the back.”

You observe Abby. She’s hunched over the note cards and writing things down with the speed of a cheetah. Usually, the curtains of the library are closed, causing it to be lit by the sickly white lights above, but today the curtains are drawn, exposing the beautiful sunlight. 

Abby’s skin drinks up the sun. The freckles littered on her skin make unique patterns that not even a skilled painter could recreate. 

You speak before your mouth has a chance to stop you. “Do you know what you remind me of?”

She looks up at you through her lashes, “What?” “A sunflower.” The way that she flourishes in the sun can only be compared to a sunflower. So delicate yet strong. The perfect contrast between the two.

Abby laughs which would cause the librarian to scold her but not today. Today, the librarian is nowhere to be seen. Odd.

The library doors open and the mood shifts. A chill runs down your spine. The librarian is awoken from her nap by the lack of sunlight. The clouds cover the sun and Abby is no longer illuminated by its rays. 

Heavy footsteps can be heard making their way towards your table. 

“Babe, I thought you said you were coming to my place after school?” Owen places his hand on Abby’s back and snakes it up to her shoulder. He looks you in the eye as he does this, making you more uncomfortable than you’ve been in your entire life.

Abby sits up straight and brushes the hair out of her face. “Sorry, I forgot.”

“What’s going on? You never forget to come over.”

“I’m tutoring her. Mr. Miller thought that it would be a good idea considering I have the best grade in that class,” you cut in on their conversation. 

Owen eyes you suspiciously as if there aren’t flashcards and textbooks on the table. 

“We’ll talk about this later,” he whispers, loudly enough for you to hear. He pats Abby’s shoulder twice before exiting the library. 

Once he’s out of sight, you can feel the sun come back out and the librarian knocks out. The sun's rays reflect off Abby's skin and back into the atmosphere. 

Next Chapter

Taglist: @soupycloud

Thank you for reading!

[melsbabydaddy]

lev looked so majestic in this pic and this was literally manny off to the side

bro was giving the thousand yard stare 💀

[elliesspacewalker]

·SFW below·

I feel like Ellie and Lev would get on really well, none of that violent shit- although Lev is 15 (at the end of the game) and Ellie would be what 21, they'd get on so fucking good.

Abby, Dina, Jesse, Manny and Jordon would all be at the rugby field eating at the picnic table and Lev and Ellie are off trying to tackle each other, fighting over the ball and just messing around, while the gang all laughs at their little antics lol.

[zhenyaiam]

First Step

I made it pretty quickly so its not that good. I'm learning too much. So I don't have time. And Manny maybe not so good in it because I was only playing at the beginning of the second part. So yeah.

Warnings :Kissing, bad english

You had this uncanny ability to melt away her tough exterior with simple touches or just a gaze.. Even in the middle of a supply-check, as usual she was always nearby, Abby's jealousy flared when Manny attempted to flirt with you. Her protective instincts kicked in as she pulled him away "Manny" her gaze softening at the sight of you. She pulled Manny backwards. Making him confused and annoyed at the time. "Hey Y/N" She said as her blue eyes looking into yours. She was yours, but you weren't even hers.

You glance at Manny who was pulled backwards from you slighty raise an eyebrow. You look at Abby, the top of your head reached just her shoulder.

"Hey, Abby" You smiled kindly as you turn back to your work.

Her gaze was burning with a fierce protective light as she nodded, "How's it going?" She asked simply, her tone more soft than it usually is when you're there. Her fingers ran through your hair in a seemingly unconscious gesture, causing you to shiver. She glanced over at Manny who was still being pushed away from them and her lip curled into a slight frown before she returned her attention back to you.

.... "Good everything mhm" You nod and glanced at her for a second for a reassure blink and smile.

She leaned her head in, brushing her lips against your cheek as she spoke, her breath ghosting your skin. The way it sent shivers down your spine was embarrassing.

“...good.” She sighed, “Do you need help?” Her words were laced with a touch of sarcasm, knowing you probably didn’t but she just wanted to stay close to you.

You look at her as she kissed your cheek, not really want to make a big deal of it so just shrugged it of now. But it still shocked you a little.

"I.. If you want you can help me" You nodded.

She smiled, her eyebrow arching, “If I want...?” There was an obvious edge to her tone and the way she asked it wasn’t really asking. She leaned in close, a small smile curled on her lips, “No, I think what you meant to say was, ‘I’d love it if you could help me’.” Her words were laced with a tease, but she didn’t wait for a response before she began grabbing supplies and laying them on the counter.

"Oh you can shut up now, Abby." you chuckled and put the next box on the counter taking the things out, writing them in the notebook.

“Mm.” She grinned, “No.” She said plainly, reaching a hand up to playfully brush some hair from your forehead.

She rolled her eyes, “Do you even see the way that idiot is trying to hit on you?” She gestured toward Manny who took out the supplys from the van. Even with her back turned she could tell that he was looking at you time to time.

You just shrug and sighed continue with your job.

“Oh please, it’s painfully obvious that he wants to get in your pants.” She laughed, causing you to roll your eyes and chuckle slightly despite yourself.

"Abby leave him alone. He didn't do anything wrong"

You said as you organized the supplies back in the boxes.

“Oh really? Even when he’s *

always looking at you like that?” She shrugged and leaned against the counter, her gaze following Manny as he loaded the supplies into the room for them. She wasn’t going to give in yet though, “Or when he asked you out? Or that stupid nickname he gave you? ‘Muy Caliente?’” She laughed, rolling her eyes, her nose crinkling.

"Oh shut it, you are just jealous" You chuckled and looked up to her for a moment.

She raised her eyebrows, “And why would I be jealous?” Her words were a clear tease, even her tone was dripping with sarcasm. The corner of her mouth curled into a smirk.

“I’m sure I have no reason to be jealous.” She stated simply, folding her arms behind her back, “I’m sure that the nickname means nothing at allto you.” She rolled her eyes, the smirk widening ever so slightly into a smile.

"Of course not.." You shrugged.

She rolled her eyes again, “Uh huh.” She stepped forward, her eyes flickering with a strange spark for a brief moment as she leaned forward, her hand coming up to brush your cheek. Her voice grew quiet, “And you’re sure that I have nothing to be jealous of?” Her words were teasing, but there was a touch of seriousness underneath them, she wanted to know your answer.

You sighs turning her to face her fully.

"No. Why are you even jealous? You act like we have a thing, Abby" You scoffs.

Abby was just a friend to you.. and you.. You didn't saw Abby more. Abby knew you this way... She though it more likely.

As Abby looked at you, her expression softening at the though of her feelings. She knew that she was only a friend in your eyes, but still, hearing you say it hurt. She was good at putting on the mask of a tough soldier, never showing any emotions and always being hard-willed. But with you, she broke her mask and couldn’t help but feel a little upset about it.

“Mm, I wonder.” She muttered sarcastically, “Maybe it’s because of the way you look at him.” She mumbled.

She watches as you finishing with your work.

She waited a few moments before she finally spoke up, “Hey.. What do you think about Manny?” She asked as she casually leaned on the counter, her fingers tapping a silent beat against the table. She had to hear your reply and what you thought about him, it was driving her crazy.

"I don't know. He is a good company. But he is weird. Sometimes." You turned to her.

She rolled her eyes with a faint grumble before she nodded, “He’s weird sometimes, more likely always, alright. But what else do you think about him?” She took a small step closer, “Do you think of him as a friend? Or… More than that?”

Her voice was soft as she spoke, clearly hoping for a particular answer.

"I would find it hard to even call him a friend" You chuckled.

She breathed a small sigh of relief, her body relaxing. She had hoped for an answer like that, that you would just say that he was nothing more than a weird friend or even just an “acquaintance”, but still a small spark of worry flared up within her.

“So you don’t have feelings for him, right?”

"Noo"

She breathed a sigh of genuine relief, her heart fluttering in her chest as she let her words sink in. No feelings for that idiot Manny, that’s what she wanted to hear. She moved her hand to brush a strand of hair from your forehead, a small smile on her face,

"But why are this so important for you?" You laughed as you looked up to her.

She hesitated, her eyebrows furrowing as she quickly tried to think of an excuse as to why she wanted to know. She couldn’t tell you the real reason, about how she actually felt about you. She was a hard-willed soldier and her emotions never got the better of her, but around you there was an exception.

“Just���” She began quietly, “I don’t think he’s good enough for you." She simply stated.

"Oh, mkay.." You smiled up to her

"Its kind of you, that you worry about me" You smiled.

She shrugged, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. She wasn’t worried… not exactly. She just didn’t want you with someone who wasn’t good enough for you, someone who wasn’t her. She pushed those thoughts away for now, “I.. care about you a lot, okay?” She said quietly, “I don’t want you with some idiot like that.”

She found herself returning your smile as she relaxed slightly, “I’m serious though… You deserve someone who actually appreciates you.” She reached her hand out, placing it gently on the side of your neck, “Not some jerk who just wants you for your looks.”

Her hand began to gently rub the side of your neck with her thumb, the skin-to-skin touch sending a shock through her system as she let her hand linger on your neck. She held back a shudder, “I want you to be with someone who’s actually worthy of you… Someone who takes care of you.” Her voice was soft, a tone of vulnerability peeking through ever so slightly.

"And who would you recommend?...?"  You ask, maybe it was time for act up

She hummed, her thumb still drawing light circles on your neck, her touch incredibly gentle. She was quiet for a few minutes, debating with herself in her mind whether she should be truthful or not. She knew what she wanted to say, but also knew that it probably wasn’t the right thing to say. She was silent for a few moments, hesitating, until she finally spoke,

“Me.” She said quietly.

You look up to her, a litte bit surprised that she was willing to say this. It was clear or most of the time, she liked you. Like you weren’t blind. But it was a surprise Abby had the courage to tell you this. You laughed but not laughed at her you just were in disbelief.

Her fingers gripped you loosely, her hand still resting against your neck, “Why are you laughing?” She grumbled, but it was playful, “Don’t think I’m joking, I’d treat you so much better than he would.”

"Well yeah-" You said your eyes never leaving hers.

“Well yeah? That’s all I get?” Her tone was playful, a slight hint of a whine in her voice as her fingers continued to gently rub your neck. She took another step closer to you, her body only a mere few inches from yours, “What do you mean ‘well yeah’-“ She teased.

You just shrugs.

Her hand gently slid from your neck to rest against your lower back, pulling you slightly closer to her. Her nose gently brushed against yours, her breath fanning over your skin, the corners of her lips curling into a small smirk.

“That’s what I thought.” She muttered quietly with a smug tone.

Her grip against your back tightened a little bit, her fingers gently bunching up the fabric of your shirt as she rested her forehead against yours. She took a quiet breath and closed her eyes, letting herself just enjoy the touch of your body against hers. Her hand continued to rub gentle circles on your lower back as she let her other hand drop from your neck to your waist.

Their lips almost touching

She took another small breath, the tip of her nose gently brushing against yours as her lips hovered just above yours. She could feel her heart beginning to flutter like a frantic bird in her chest, her skin feeling warm from your proximity and the way her feelings were quickly getting the better of her. Her body felt like it was on fire, and it took everything in her control to keep herself from bridging the small gap between your lips.

Her hands gripped you a little more tightly, her fingers digging into your skin with a slight desperate energy as she held herself back. She desperately wanted to kiss you, her feelings and instincts telling her to do it, but her mind told her it was a bad idea. She let out a shuddering breath, a soft groan escaping from her throat involuntarily as her eyes flicked down to your lips, staring at them as her own began to tremble slightly.

Her lips hovered just above yours for what felt like an eternity. The skin-to-skin touch was driving her crazy, and she couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. She wanted to feel your lips against hers, to feel the warmth of your body, to feel you.

In a moment of vulnerability and recklessness, she gave in to her desire, closing the distance between you and allowing her lips to gently press into yours.

She let out a shuddering breath as her lips connected with yours, sending a shiver down her spine as her mind went blank. Your lips felt like the ultimate temptation, the ultimate feeling of pleasure. Her eyes closed as she sank into the kiss, her hands holding onto you a little tighter as her lips moved against yours in a slow and gentle rhythm.

You break the kiss for a minute, you were in shock, then going back, it was too good.

She was in a slight daze from the kiss, her mind still trying to process the feeling of your lips against hers. But the moment you broke the kiss, she let out a small whine of protest, her eyes fluttering open to look at you. She was about to question why you had broken the kiss, but her words were quickly silenced when you reconnected your lips.

Her heart fluttered in her chest, a wave of warmth washing over her body as the kiss continued. Her hands gripped you tighter, her body instinctively moving closer to yours, craving more of the sensation. Her mind was fuzzy and clouded, every other thought pushed aside, her mind focused solely on you and the feeling of your lips against hers.

But when the kiss would got passionate Manny interrupted them.

When the kiss began to grow more passionate, deep, and heated, it was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Abby’s breath hitched in her throat and a mixture of anger and surprise filled her. She reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, her eyes snapping open quickly to glare at whoever had interrupted the moment.

"Oh Manny can't you say something when you come here?!" You asked him, in an annoyed tone. Sometimes it was too much of him.

He chuckled, a small smirk on his face as he replied with a casual shrug, “Sorry, I just came to see where you were.” His eyes flicked subtly over to Abby, taking in the very obvious sight of them both being flushed and panting, “Looks like I interrupted something though.”

"Well im here, I finished with the supply check if you curious"

He chuckled again as he raised his hands up in a “surrender” manner, “Alright, alright, I wasn’t trying to be nosy.” His gaze flicked back over to Abby, a mischievous tone in his voice, “Just doing my duty of being a loyal best friend and making sure no one’s taking advantage of you.”

You raise an eyebrow

He smirked, glancing back and forth between the two of you, his eyes filled with curiosity and amusement. He decided to push your buttons a little more, “So, what was going on between the two of you before? Looked pretty hot and intense in here.”

You sighs together with Abby.

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying himself as he continued to tease you both. He pushed his luck and went a step further, “Yeah… it looked like things were getting pretty intense. I’m surprised you didn’t end up on the desk" he laughs mockingly and turning to walk out "Get a room next time. Anderson."

[ps5captures7]

ELLIE WILLIAMS and ABBY ANDERSON in The Last Of Us Part II (remastered) [2024]

Captured On PS5, By Me

Capture dates - ??

Post date - Saturday, March 16 2024

all likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated<3

[anulativxx]

you mean to tell me you can switch ellie’s guitar to a banjo??😭

someone write about banjo ellie 🙏

[thingsasbarcodes]

The Last of Us: Part II - All Cutscenes

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

meow little snippet of chapter two of good luck, babe! meow i hope u guys like it meow meow meow meoowowwwwwwwwww

[punkrockmads]

Manny's Gym Shorts

Abby Anderson x Gn! Reader

Summary: You spend a peaceful morning with Abby before the gym

Author's note: A lot of my fics are usually implied Fem! Reader since most of my audience uses Fem! Identification but I noticed this one didn't have any real gender specifications so I marked it as Gn!

Also: I know I've been MIA for quite a while. I've been really struggling but I'm slowly getting back into writing! This fic is a little short but it's still good! I love you all!!❤

Waking up to the warmth of June's morning sunshine always starts your day off right. What makes it even better is the feeling of two strong arms wrapped around your torso and the gentle rise and fall of the chest beneath your head. Abby's heartbeat thrums softly below your left ear like a calming, steady melody.

Subconsciously, you delicately trace the tips of your fingers up and down her arm, feeling every muscle and admiring your girlfriend's strength. Your right hand finds its way to Abby's unbraided hair, gently combing through the soft, golden locks. You know Abby's awake when she lets out a small, quiet groan. Her grip around you tightens a little as she takes a deep breath. You look up at her, watching as her pretty blue eyes flutter open. "Hi." She whispers, and you feel like you're falling in love with her for the first time all over again.

"Hi." You smile, moving to rest your chin on Abby's chest. She looks down at you, tracing her knuckles over your cheek. "Sleep good?"

"Yeah." Abby nods. Her voice is raspy and thick with sleep. "Did you?" You nod in response, watching her with an adoring smile. "Good." She hums. You listen as her breathing changes from its relaxed pace to its awake and aware pace. Her inhales become deeper, her heart speeding up the tiniest bit. "I don't wanna get up." She sighs.

"Then don't." You laugh quietly. "Lay in bed with me forever." Abby chuckles, rolling the two of you onto your sides. "Do you have an assignment today?"

"No." Abby shakes her head. "But I gotta go to the gym in a bit. I missed a day."

"Can I come?" You ask. "I can spot you."

"You mean stare at me the whole time?" Abby smiles knowingly.

"Same thing." You shrug.

"Okay." Abby nods. "But we gotta get up." You whine into her shoulder as she sits the two of you up. "You wanted this!" She chuckles. "Come on, get dressed."

You look over to Manny's bed, seeing it empty. "The fuck did he go?"

"Out on rotation." Abby replies, standing up and stretching. "He had to leave early to relieve Nick from guard duty."

"Gross." You mumble. But you're not entirely paying attention as you watch Abby change into a dark red tank top.

Abby rummages through her bottom drawer. "Dammit." She mumbles. "Hey, have you seen my gym shorts?"

You think for a moment. "I'm pretty sure they're in your hamper. You wore them last time right?"

"Of course I forgot to wash both pairs." Abby laughs. "Manny's it is, then." She walks to his side of the room, grabbing a pair of black gym shorts out of his dresser. "You saw nothing." She warns playfully. You nod, laughing as you grab one of the shirts you leave behind for whenever you sleep in Abby's room. You change into it, deciding to just wear the shorts you have on.

"It's pretty outside." You mumble as you pull on your shoes.

"It is." Abby agrees. "You wanna go on a walk later?"

"Can we stop and play with the dogs on the way?" You ask, your face lighting up.

"Of course." Abby nods, laughing softly. You take her hands in yours as she leans in to kiss you. You kiss back, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on your skin. The two of you pull away after a moment, and Abby leads you into the hall. "C'mon. I wanna try to beat my record."

[l-0-vl-3-y]

guys there isnt enough manny tlou fics </3 (theres literally nun.)(also me begging people to make some)

[urmomssidehoe69]

So sad the tlou universe didn’t get the Ultraviolence album 😔 but they at least got born to die 🤭 so how many tlou characters do you think listen to Lana 🤨

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days Three - Champagne Coast

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

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Previous Chapter

For the first time in a long time, you’re excited for the weekend. Usually, you’d stay home playing computer games, reading, watching TV or movies, and rocking back and forth while the spray from the shower falls on your head. While you enjoyed doing those things, you finally had something to do. Something that teenagers like you should do.

Ellie’s party was tonight and despite you having an entire closet full of clothes, you still didn’t have anything to wear. You open up Pinterest on your computer and search ‘party outfit ideas’ but everything that was coming up was very outdated. While you appreciated the party scene of the 2010s, you wanted to fit in, and that required a lot more than a turquoise peplum top and a mustache skater skirt. 

You settled on something that you would have worn to a low key party back in California. A black sheer long sleeve, a jean mini skirt, and bug tights clung to your body in a way that you could only describe as ‘tight.’ You looked at yourself in the mirror and for the first time in a long time, you thought that you were beautiful. With a little mascara, concealer, and lip gloss, you were ready to go. 

When you put on the mini skirt, you didn’t consider the fact that you had to bike to Ellie’s house. You looked around your empty neighborhood and sighed with relief. Everyone was inside eating dinner or getting ready for bed so luckily no one was out. 

You mount your bike and curse at the cold breeze that travels through your tights. The thin layer that covered your legs did nothing to protect against the cold Washington air. Thankfully you were smart enough to grab your leather jacket on the way out so you weren’t freezing to death, but living in California for seventeen years did not prepare you for this. 

Ellie’s house was about a twenty-minute bike ride away from yours. The ride had been smooth until you got to an uphill part. You hopped off your bike and walked up the hill, not wanting to exert yourself more than you needed to. Despite the hill messing up your flow, everything was still going fine. That was until you heard a car honk at you. 

The headlights of the truck blinded you. You squint your eyes and put your arm up in a way that would block the harsh light from your eyes. 

Owen pulled up next to you. “Need a ride?” he asked, a toothpick dangling from his lips. 

You’d rather ride your bike downhill into oncoming traffic than get in a car with him. You don’t know how Abby does it. 

“No thanks,” you said as you mounted your bike once again and peddled faster than your life depended on it. 

Owen sped off. You prayed that a police officer was hiding around the corner, ready to prosecute anyone who was speeding at this time of night, but maybe the higher power in the sky was done answering your prayers. As you pulled into Ellie’s driveway, you saw his car parked haphazardly on the street. You leaned your bike against her garage and walked to the front door. 

You would have knocked but you doubt that anyone would hear you over the music. You turn the knob and you’re greeted by the smell of alcohol, sweat, and weed. People are dancing, drinking with their friends, and gossiping in a circle. You make your way through the house, looking for any familiar faces but every corner you turn you’re met with a wall or people who don’t know who you are. 

That is until you see Dina and Jesse sitting on the couch accompanied by someone you haven’t met before. He looks to be around your age, maybe a little bit older. He has mid-length hair pulled up into a man bun and an untidy beard. Your friends from California would have thought that he was cute.  

Dina sees you and waves at you to join them. You walk over to them, stepping over a few stray red solo cups and sit on the armrest of the couch. Your shoulders drop and you smile softly. You can finally let your guard down now that you’re around some familiar faces. 

“You look amazing. You need to tell me where you get your clothes from!” Dina gushes over your outfit while you try not to let the compliment get to your head. 

It took you a while to get comfortable in your body. You would always compare yourself to your friends. They were the girls with the perfect beach bodies. You would wear whatever they wore and eat whatever they ate, but your body never looked like theirs. You hated yourself for existing in the body that you were born with, but one day something clicked within you and you finally started to appreciate all the things your body does for you. Once you were comfortable in the body that the Universe gave you, you were able to express yourself in the way that you wanted. 

The man sitting next to Jesse clears his throat and Jesse's eyes light up, almost as if he remembered something that he had forgotten.

“Oh, right. This is Manny.” Jesse points to the guy next to him who outstretched his hand to shake yours. His hands are a bit rough and calloused which means that he must work with them a lot. 

You introduce yourself to Manny and smile politely at him. There’s something about him that makes your heart melt. Maybe it’s his smile or the way that his hands feel in yours. 

“Manny’s the Captain of the wrestling team and the president of the ceramic club,” Dina comments.

“Oh? How come I’ve never seen you around school then?”

Jesse snorts, “Well, he’s either making out with his girlfriend, making bowls in the ceramics classroom, or smoking in his car. Either way, he’s never in class.” 

Manny hits Jesse on the back of the neck. “Hey, Nora’s not my girlfriend anymore and I do go to class.”

“Yeah, barely.”

Ellie waltzes over with a blunt and takes her place on Dina’s lap. She takes a hit, inhales it, and exhales in Dina’s face. This exchange makes Jesse gag. 

“Get a room!” he jokes.

Ellie scoffs, “It’s my house!”

“Break it up, you two.” Dina laughs and takes the blunt from Ellie. 

As they get into their own conversation on the couch, you get up and make your way to the kitchen. You aren’t much of a drinker but since you’re here you might as well live a little. You nearly jump for joy when you see the red bottle of grenadine on the table as well as some Sprite. No one can ever go wrong with a Dirty Shirley. 

As you pour everything into a cup, you sense someone’s presence behind you. Maybe it’s just some random kid who had the same idea as you, but once that dirty smell hits your nose, you crinkle your nose. 

“I didn’t know you drank. I thought you were a good girl” 

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops. You never want to be called a good girl, especially from Owen. You don’t want to turn around but you have to. God only knows what he’s doing behind you. 

You turn and walk backward, staring at him like he’s Ghostface and you're one of his unlucky victims. Your back hits the edge of the counter and your drink spills a little on the floor. He’s got you caged now, there’s no way you can escape without him catching you. You look at everyone dancing and chatting. Oh, how you wish you could have been one of those carefree people just letting loose on the dance floor. But no. You just had to get a drink. 

“You know, Abby doesn’t need to know what happens between us. I know you two are friends and all but-” he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you spill your drink all over the front of his shirt. 

You don’t know what gave you the courage to do that but the fact that he was so willing to cheat on Abby, one of the nicest people you’ve met at Lakeview just irks you. You could never betray Abby like that. 

Owen looks down at his shirt which gives you the perfect chance to escape. 

“This was from J.Crew you bitch!” You hear him say as you push through the people in the crowd. You say ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ as you move through them. Some of them give you dirty looks as you pass by but that's a problem for later, right now, you need to get somewhere quiet and secluded. 

You run up the stairs and into the first room you see. You slam the door behind you and slide down it, your chest heaving as you try and catch your breath. You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your head on them.

“Ellie doesn’t want people-” Abby says before she turns around. When she sees that it’s you, she kneels in front of you and asks “Are you okay?”

You haven’t seen Abby since Mr. Miller suggested that you tutor her. You wanted to ask her what was wrong but you never got the chance to. She seemed too delicate to answer questions at that moment.

You look up at her and nod, “Yeah, I’m okay. I just needed a break.” 

Abby sits next to you. “I get it. Sometimes these parties get a little too much for me so I come up here. It’s their guest room so Ellie doesn’t really care but upstairs is still off-limits to randos.” 

“Abby, what was that in the hallway the other day?”

Her smile dissolves into regret as she looks at you. The events of that day replayed in her head. “I’m sorry about that. I guess I was just upset that I was finally bad at something.” 

“Hey, maybe you can tutor me. I need math help and you’re in AP Calc so I’m pretty sure you’re a math wizard. If you do that then we’re even.” 

“You, little lady, have yourself a deal.” 

You shake hands, sealing the deal.

Next Chapter

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Thank you for reading!

[melsbabydaddy]

r.i.p abby, u would’ve loved making gym thirst traps and hated booktok gooners

r.i.p owen (literally), u would’ve loved fidget toys and hated not being able to pet manatees

r.i.p mel (literally), u would’ve loved disney world and hated tiktokers who stress their animals out for vids

r.i.p manny (literally), u would’ve loved tinder and hated MAGA

r.i.p nora (literally), u would’ve loved asmr organization vids and hated people who don’t wear shoes in public

r.ip jordan (literally), u would’ve loved the ps5 and hated sigma alpha men

r.i.p leah (literally), u would’ve loved kesha and hated people obsessed with a serbian film

r.i.p nick (literally), u would’ve loved late night city drives and hated family guy