#Owen moore

[sadslay]

- NEED YOU ⋆☆ 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings - inspired by, mentions of scars & blood, nsfw content, this is short im so sorry

the first time you saw abby was when her and her people came to the seattle claiming to be fireflies. you had only heard whispers about the group, but no more then a week later abby was sitting in your waiting room with a bloodied face and fists. when you called her in she sat down quietly with her hands gripping onto the bed. the first thing abbys eyes stared at was the scar sitting in the base of your neck.

“abigail right?” you asked, beginning to gather what supplies you needed to clean her cuts.

“just abby.” she corrected, watching you closely as you spun back around with some clean water and a rag.

you knew exactly what brought abby here. an hour or so earlier there was an altercation with one of the young soldiers and it resulted in them getting up on medical leave while abby only came out with a few cuts and some bloodied knuckles. although you didn’t know the exact reason as to why abby lashed out, you were able to put together the pieces. from what you had read on her file and what you had heard around the base, abby was a fifteen year old ex-firefly that had recently just lost her father. you knew what headspace abby was in right now and it was not something that could be ignored.

“how long have you been at the base for?” you asked, fully knowing she had been here for nine days.

abby sat in silence as you cleaned the sticky drying blood from her left eyebrow before quietly replying, “just over a week.”

once you had cleaned the blood you were able to see the small cut running through the end of her eyebrow. lucky for her, it didn’t need stitches only a bit of medical tape to prevent infection. the silence between you and abby was heavy but surprisingly not awkward.

as you taped up her eyebrow, she asked, “i don’t need stitches?”

you shook your hear as you grabbed a near by cloth to begin cleaning the cut on top of her cheek. “no.” you spoke softly. “but your cheek’ll need stitches.

the rest of her visit she didn’t talk. you told her that the stitches were not dissolvable so she would have to come in a weeks time to get them removed and at the end of it all, she quietly thanks you and left swiftly.

⋆☆

carefully removing her stitches with a pair of tweezers and surgical pliers, you put all your focus into making the whole process as pain free as possible. you had noticed abby fiddling with her hands, most likely to keep herself distracted, and you could feel her eyes lingering on the base of your neck. no doubt she was intrigued by your scar, just about everyone was, but abby was different. abby hadn't once asked about your scar or looked at it in a disgruntled or disgusted way, in fact she rarely looked at it, but when abby did, she looked at it with intrigue.

"did you pick a job yet?" you asked quietly, managing to pull her eyes away from your neck.

"no." she replied quietly. "the job i wanted was taken." she added, the disappointment in her voice was so clearly evident.

you removed the last stitch, allowing abby to take in a deep breath as you put your tools down on a near by table. "n'what job was that?" you questioned.

“anythin’ in medical.” she shrugged as you began to clean your station. you let out a soft chuckle as you peeled off your rubber gloves making abbys eyebrows furrow. “whats so funny?”

you weakly shrugged as you turned back to abby, subtly assessing her face to see if she needed a cover while it continued to heal. “just didn’t expect that from you.” you mumbled, beginning to gather a small amount of medical tape to cover the cut on her cheek. “thought you’d wanna be a solider.”

abby scoffed. “just cause i’ve gotten into a few fights?” she asked as a smirk began to ghost over her lips.

gently applying the medical tape to her - mostly - healed cut you tried your hardest not to smile. “well yeah, ‘nd from the looks of it you can throw a good punch.” abby grinned, clearly proud of herself. “i treated her ya know?”

“you put her medical leave?” abby asked, raising an eyebrow as she watched you closely while you began to pack up your station.

“god no.” you chuffed. “i’ve sent worse injuries back into the field, it was issac that put her on medical leave.” you explained, beginning to take off your green medical apron and hanging it on the back of your office door. “it’s ‘cause he realized that if she couldn’t handle a civilian then she shouldn’t be a solider.”

abby thought for a moment, eyeing you up and down as this was the first time she had seen you out of uniform. “he’s got a point.” she mumbled nonchalantly as she remained completely focused on you.

“i could put in a good word for you ya know?” you mumbled, leaving up against your desk. “he owes me a favour.” you added as a soft smirk began to creep onto your lips.

“you think i’d be a good solider?” abby asked, pushing herself away from the medical bed to stand opposite to you.

you nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “i think if you got into gym and really trained you’d be one of our best.” you admitted. “then you get some good benefits around the base.” you added. abby folded her arms across her chest and thought for a moment. “maybe you can tag along with me one time.” you shyly suggested.

“i like the sound of that.”

⋆☆

as seasons passed you and abby grew incredibly close. first it started as weekly catch ups at the gym and the odd visit to your office after hours as she’d refuse to have her medical done by anyone else, and then it became more frequent. abby would stop by your office before she would get sent out to do a run for issac and any chance she got she would invite you to lunch in the food hall or even drop off lunch right to your office.

with all of abby’s attention you quickly become infatuated. abby had a way of making the simplest things give you butterflies. you quickly realized that your feelings towards abby were not just platonic and after years of fighting you had come to terms with the fact that you had fallen in love with her. so when she asked you to travel halfway across the country - on a limb that the man that you had only heard stories about- to hunt down the man had killed her father you had to go with her.

while the group had stopped in butte for a few days, you found yourself scavenging around the rundown motel when you overheard abby talking to owen. you stopped in your tracks, quietly listening as the pair hadn’t spoken in months.

“‘cause she’s fuckin’ useless.” owen muttered in a hushed whisper.

you heard abby let out a sigh causing your eyebrows to furrow. “we needed her hear incase we got into trouble. she’s a good nurse.”

were they talking about you?

“what about mel?” owen asked. “just cause you wanna fuck her-”

“watch it!” abby snapped. “i brought her along because your fucking girlfriend can barely do her fucking job.” abby quipped her voice was stern as she grew more frustrated at own. “i bought her along because shes fucking useful, no other fuckin’ reason.” she spat.

after that owen stormed off, walking out into the hall were you stood opposite to each other. he gave you a pathetic smile before walking straight past you. slowly you began to fill with frustration as you march towards the door own had just walked out of.

“you know if you wanted a fucking medic to come on this fucking scouting mission then i would have sent one of my students with you.” you snapped bitterly as you slammed the door behind you.

abby frowned as she realized you had heard her conversation with owen. “come on,” abby groaned. “you know i didn’t mean it like that.” she mumbled, looking down at you as she inched closer to you.

you rolled your eyes at the blonde, coming to your wits end with her as she had been distant from you for weeks. “how’d you mean it then?” you quipped.

“it means i like you dumbass.” she smirked, taking that final step to bring the two of you together.

scoffing at the idea you tried to step back, “if you like me so much, how come you’ve been avoiding me?” you asked, bumping into the door behind you.

abby smiled at your naivety as her arm rose, boxing you in against the wall. “because i can’t control myself around you anymore.” she spoke barely above a whisper.

chocking on your words only made abby’s smile grow. “shhh,” she coed. “i know you like me too baby.” abby hummed, her nonchalant cockiness about the whole situation made your cheeks flush pink.

“do not.” you tried to protest, even you could hear the bullshit making abby chuckle under her breath. “fuck off.” you spat, barely louder then a whisper.

“you really want me to go?” abby asked, her head dipping slightly to be at your eye level, only for you to avoid her eye contact all together. her hand parted from the wall before shortly reconnecting her hand with the the bottom of your chin. “look at me.”

only abby could make a demand sound so soft you thought. you hesitated for a moment, knowing what would happen if you did look at her, but you were weak at the knees and desperate for any attention from abby. your eyes finally met abby’s turning your stomach into knots.

“you really want me to leave baby?” she asked again, her breath kissing your ear.

looking up at her, you began to feel light headed as something you had dreamed about for months, maybe even years was finally beginning to come true.

“please don’t make me say it.” you shamefully whispered, as abby slowly combed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“oh baby.” she snickered, her soft seductive chuckle gave you goosebumps. “but i want to hear you say it.” abby smirked.

there was no point in fighting it anymore, abby knew you liked her, there was no more denying it. “i want you to stay.” you spoke ever so softly. abby grinned as you took in a shallow breath before continuing to whisper, “i want you.”

that was all the confirmation that abby needed, to hastily press her lips against yours. it was so messy and polarizing to anything you had ever experienced before. abby’s hands grabbed firmly onto your hips as she pulled you against her, her touch alone was enough to make your knees buckle. your hand grasped onto the base of abbys neck as you almost felt light headed. the whole experience was so euphoric but ethereal at the same time.

“so needy baby.” abby breathed into your neck almost making you audibly moan.

desperate for some friction, you pulled yourself even closer to abby. “shut up.” you breathed, barely able to have a coherent thought as you began to rub against her thigh.

abby let out a breathy chuckle as her hands dipped down to your thighs before hoisting you up to sit around her waist. her hands held onto your ass firmly, relentlessly squeezing as she slowly lowered herself to the ground. as she sat down with her back pressed up against the door your legs knelt on either side of hers.

her hands roamed up and under your thin singlet, scratching at your skin before her hands returned to your ass. you rolled your hips against hers making your core tighten as your hand snaked up her arms to her neck. you slowly pulled away, leaning in close to abbys ear as she continued kissing the soft spot of your neck. your breathing was heavy and everything that abby was going made you feel so, so good.

as you leant up against abbys ear, your finger tips scratching the back of her neck you whispered, “i need you.”

[abbystanaccount]

The Salt Lake Crew on their way to Jackson 🏕️

[melsbabydaddy]

nsfw slc headcanons cause it’s 3 am and im restless 👍

+ these are all completly self indulgent and i can have fun cause i can

warnings: nsfw talk (mdni), slight mention of weed and alcohol, talk of several kinks, i wrote this for myself

abby -

human embodiment of “damn u on the edge of the bed u bout to fall off”

she gets sooooo nervous and fidgety

easily flustered

but i feel when she gets used to someone, she gets more confident. she’ll be more likely to engage in stuff.

her strap hangs

not really kinky but likes hair pulling (both giving and receiving)

probably also something to do with spit

loves the bond of having sex, being so close and vulnerable with someone

her head game is immaculate 100/10

talks them through it in that low, breathy voice of hers

owen -

despite what most think, i don’t think owen is bad in bed lol

boat scene was at a really inconvenient time and a spur of the moment

normally, he’d be very careful when with someone, last thing he wants to do is hurt them

def makes cheesy jokes and gives sappy compliments while doing it

eye contact is everything to him

gives a lot of neck and chest kisses

likes when his back gets all scratched up during

does it deep and slow until he’s about to cum then he kinda rabbit fucks cause it feels so good

the aquarium is his favorite place cause it’s safe and romantic

prefers making love over just fucking

manny -

man has experience

whispers and moans in spanish, mainly cussing and praise

has a tongue and fingers that have people seeing stars

a considerate gentleman

has a whole box of love letters from his various partners

very big on consent, never wants to pressure someone into doing something

either has a good supply of protection (if it’s somehow available in the apocalypse) or has the strongest pull out game ever

will never turn down a blowjob and always returns the favor

long, breathless moans when he cums and his body always completely stills

gives the other crew members sex advice

mel -

could never fuck while a dog was in the room, especially alice

big giver, often forgets about her own pleasure cause she so focused on the other person

so squirmy when she gets head, literally have to hold her down by her hips to hold her still

lowkey probably has a breeding kink

not in a freak way but in a “i like the bond of family and crave the security” type of way

gasps and squeaks more than actual moans cause she afraid of being too loud

alcohol makes her flirty and frisky

secretly likes being bent over and flipped around like a doll

cums super easy, like to the point she’s embarrassed

squirter

nora -

focuses more on her job but every woman has needs

fucks causally and tends to avoid romance cause that’s too much drama for her

very direct and honest about this

likes to be worshiped

will do it back, but she expects it first and they have to earn it

loves riding someone’s face, enjoys having control as she gets eaten out

fucks slow but hard

quickies in the med tent when it’s empty

low, raspy praises and directions

usually gone by the morning after a one night stand

jordan -

canonically grunts a lot and is loud

does not care one bit that people can hear

eats pussy for his own pleasure, often causing overstimulation

likes having his hair touched, tugged on, and petted

praise gets him weak, tell him he’s good boy and he fucking melts

will never admit that to anyone

whimpers and gasps when he cums, also bucks his hips a lot

likes it rough and hard unless he’s feeling lovey, than it’s fast and passionate

deep, messy kisses

has taken the strap before and loved it

leah -

also canonically loud

probably a loud moaner and a screamer if it’s real good

100% takes dirty pictures and keeps them under her bed and uses them to masturbate

loves having her tits sucked on

very experimental and likes to try new things she sees in old magazines and movies

queen of giving aftercare

covers her partner in hickeys, wants to mark them everywhere

absolutely feral when ovulating

cowgirl position is her fav

can cum like 15 times in a row

nick -

loves slow, hip rocking fucking

close, tightly pressed, skin against skin is the best for him

cockwarming >>>

lots of low grunting and moaning

says “just the tip” a lot and it never is

the beanie stays on

thinks fucking while high is best thing in the world

def fucks on really slow patrols and stake outs

always finishes on the chest or in between the thighs

has been in a surprising number of threesomes

pls tell me if u like this so i can have an excuse to write and post more 🙏

[tlouonmedia]

Abby, Mel & (unfortunately) Owen

TLOU ISRAELI THEMES PALESTINE DRC SUDAN ALL IN ONE THREAD

[ladyblackbirdart]

“𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝!”

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞?”

“𝐍𝐨! …𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝.”

INKTOBER DAY 5: Fish

What do you know, I ended up loving the style from yesterday so much that I did it again. This time for baby Abby and Owen 💖 The letter Ellie finds in Owen’s boat at the end of the game weighs heavy on me often. There’s no denying Abby loved Owen very much 😢💔 they were just babies.

[womenaremymew]

same vibes

[sleepytownzzz]

quick abby + owen sketch // requested by @abbystanaccount <33

[gatutor]

Owen Moore-Mae West "Lady Lou. Nacida para pecar" (She done him wrong) 1933, de Lowell Sherman.

[moodstabilizr]

“owen didnt do anything!!!” when ellie went to the aquarium owen picked protecting abby over the mother of his unborn fucking child. after cheating on her. after planning to leave her and go to santa barbara. owen moore when i catch u…owen when i catch u owen when i catc

[lvnchh]

to anyone who defends Owen’s actions because 'he loved Abby,' don’t forget that he wanted to escape with Abby, leaving Mel, a pregnant woman, alone on her own. I don’t like Mel or Owen, but that’s still not good, man

[waterfront-aquarium]

two birds, regina spektor [x] // abby anderson & owen moore, the last of us part ii

[stop-right-there-criminal-scum]

since I'm back into Fallout and still love TLOU, I made some SPECIAL mockups for what I think some character's stats are

[abbystanaccount]

finally updated my photoshop and generative fill do be making me giggle

[courtana]

THE LAST OF US PART II (2020) | dev. Naughty Dog

[ch-4-eri]

Did Owen post this

[melsbabydaddy]

nothing

(my version of the salt lake crew’s ride back to seattle)

wc: 940

warnings: mention of gore & violence, mention of joel’s death, angst, abby’s inner turmoil, slight jealousy?, no one is happy or in a good headspace, layout of vehicle doesn’t really make sense just go with it pls

・❥・

the silence was the worst of it. the trip down to jackson had been filled with talking, laughing, jabs and jokes. most of the time, abby had been able to almost pretend they were just taking a fun road trip, as if they were normal people before the outbreak. now, no one was smiling or laughing or even talking. they barely even looked at each other.

nick and nora were up front, him driving and her in the passenger seat. music hadn’t even been considered, even though the pair usually fought over what to play. nora just stared out the window, forehead pressed against the cold glass as she watched the snow blur past as it fell from the bleak sky. nick’s gloved hands were gripped tightly on the steering wheel, a lit cigarette balanced between his fingers. every now and then he’d take a long drag from it and puff the smoke out the small crack in his window. abby’s nose wrinkled at the smell, but she said nothing.

mel was tightly curled up against manny on the seat across from abby and owen. her small body was nestled under his jacket as his arm was draped around her. she had long since fallen asleep, her dreams black and red. sometimes she’d mutter something that abby couldn’t make out. she couldn’t help but stare at her friends stomach, the thought of her being pregnant with owen’s baby stuck with her. she wouldn’t let it consume her, though. she couldn’t. had they told the others? was she the last to know or the first? what would the others think? was she being ridiculous?

manny gave abby a knowing look and a gentle almost-smile. his eyes were tired and dark. he would soon be asleep, too, she could tell. his head was rested on top of mel’s, treating her like a teddy bear. it would’ve been cute and funny if things weren’t so sour. he gave her foot a gentle nudge with his. a simple and silent way of telling her everything would be alright. would it?

jordan and leah were cuddled close on the very back seat. their legs intertwined as her head rested on his chest. leah had dozed off a little after mel did. she held jordan close, even in her sleep she didn’t want to let him go. jordan was wide awake, staring at the roof of the car. he was still too angry to sleep. the sting from the slash on his face kept his anger hot. mel had disinfected the wound before putting a patch over it and it only made him feel slightly better.

before they had piled in, she had seen jordan talking lowly to owen. he was all teeth and spit, fists clenched like he was going to hit him. abby wasn’t worried. there was no need to be. owen and jordan always fought. he wasn’t really going to shoot him in the basement. jordan just has a temper. that’s the way it was. this trip didn’t change them. didn’t make them worse.

abby almost wanted to smack jordan for being so reckless. what if he had pulled the trigger? by accident, of course, he would never on purpose. they weren’t those type people. who could do a thing like that?

her gaze drifted over to owen. she tried to not make it noticeable, but in the cramped space it was almost impossible. he looked… so out of it. like he was far gone, off in the stars. and it wasn’t in the good way. normally, owen is always in his own little world, day dreaming and yearning for better things. but this was different. he was just staring blankly at nothing. his gaze wasn’t focused on anything. gently, she placed a hand on his knee and he flinched. it was a small, barley noticeable movement, but it was there.

it made her heart throb, squeezing in on itself. but she was overreacting, she just snapped him out of his thoughts, there was no reason for him to be skittish around her. they were ex-lovers and still friends. they trusted each other. he knew her and she knew him. she gave his leg a slight pat, unsure of how to move forward. he looked at her with those empty eyes and smiled, but it wasn’t a real smile. she knew what his real smiles looked like at that wasn’t even close.

feeling awkward, she withdrew her hand and put it on her own thigh. blood was crusted under her fingernails. his blood. joel miller’s blood. it should’ve made her feel good. should’ve made her feel proud, avenging her dad and all the fallen fireflies. but it didn’t. she felt almost nothing. sure, he was dead and he suffered, but everyone they lost was still gone and now they were going back to seattle where they live under the constant threat of being bitten by infected or hanged and gutted by scars.

was it all worth it? it had to be. she didn’t drag her friends 800 miles south for nothing. she didn’t spend all that time beating a man to death for nothing. mel didn’t tourniquet his leg for nothing, jordan didn’t get slashed in the face for nothing, the others didn’t wrestle joel and tommy down for nothing, she didn’t convince owen to come for nothing.

but that’s what the whole trip back felt like. empty, dark, nothing. it felt like the black void of the ocean sucking abby down into the coldest depths. it felt like being lost in a snowstorm, no line of sight, no warmth. just cold nothingness.

・❥・

author’s note: omg this is so short and bad and was written in like an hour but tell me what u guys think and don’t be afraid to make requests cause i want an excuse to write more!