#mel tlou2

[melsbabydaddy]

mel is so short next to everyone else and it makes me giggle every time

my girl is quite literally 3 apples tall 🩷

[savacinematics]

women, and the ones who destroyed (loved) them

song: Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead

[punkrockmads]

Braids

Abby Anderson x Mel

Written for @melstanaccount

Summary: Mel comforts Abby as she grieves the loss of her father

An: In this Au, Mel and Abby are dating, and they don't leave the hospital to join the WLF, they all stay there. The beginning starts off with younger Abby and Mel, and skips forward to them as adults.

"She hasn't left her room in weeks." Nora whispered to Mel. "I don't think she's been eating enough, either. I found the food I left for her yesterday in the same spot this morning. She barely touched it."

Mel nodded, a concerned frown on her face. She knew Abby was in pain, grieving the loss of her dad. Since the day he was killed, she hadn't left her room. She barely spoke to anyone, but people could hear her quietly crying if they walked past her room. After about a week, the crying had stopped, replaced with a sickening silence. Mel's daily check-ins were the only way anyone knew she was alive. Mel wished with everything she had that she could take her girlfriend's pain away, but she knew all too well that she couldn't. All she could do was be there for her. "I'll talk to her." She said softly. "She just needs time."

Mel knocked on Abby's bedroom door softly. "Abby? It's me." She said, listening for an answer. When she didn't get one, she opened the door a crack. "I'm coming in, okay?" She stepped inside, immediately finding Abby curled up in her bed, facing the back wall. Mel closed the door, sitting on Abby's bed slowly. She gently reached out, tracing her finger over Abby's puffy, tear-stained cheek. "Hey." She whispered.

Abby's eyes fluttered open, her watery gaze on the wall in front of her. She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with Mel just yet. Her body ached, and she was pale. Her usually bright eyes were dull and cold, an icy atmosphere around her. She felt numb at times.

"Nora says you're not eating much." Mel brought up softly. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind Abby's ear. "I know you're hurting, and I know it's really hard to think about taking care of yourself right now, but... I'm scared." She whispered the last part. "I don't wanna lose you. I hate seeing you so heartbroken." Abby closed her eyes, allowing Mel to continue tracing her fingertips along her cheekbone. "You always take care of everyone else. Let me take care of you now, okay?"

Abby hesitated for a moment. But something in her made her nod, turning to look at Mel for the first time in weeks. She was beautiful. She was light. Abby felt bad for not seeing her for so long. They both knew it wouldn't be easy, but Abby saw a glint of hope in Mel's eyes, and that was enough for her to try. For her? Anything.

Mel smiled softly, something she hadn't been able to do in days. "Okay." She whispered, squeezing Abby's shoulder gently. "How about you take a nice warm shower, and I'll run to the cafeteria and bring you something good to eat after?" She suggested.

Abby nodded, sitting up slowly. She needed this; needed Mel's soft, caring nature to guide her to the start of her healing. "Eat with me?" She asked. Her voice was raspy and quiet, her throat dry from not speaking for so long.

"I'd love to." Mel nodded, smiling softly. She kissed Abby's forehead, taking her hands and helping her out of bed. "Want me to start the water for you?" She asked. Abby nodded, lacing her fingers with Mel's.

Mel got Abby set up in her bathroom, making sure she was safe and comfortable before leaving to get them food. When she made it back to the room, she could hear Abby sobbing. She opened the door quickly, setting the tray down as soon as she saw Abby sitting on her bed with hot, frustrated tears pouring down her face. Her hair was out of its usual braid, still damp from finally being washed. "Hey, hey... what's the matter?" She whispered, sitting beside Abby and rubbing her back.

"I can't do it!" Abby sobbed. Mel frowned, confused for a moment until she spotted the brush by Abby's pillow. "I tried to braid my hair." Abby sniffled, wiping her face in a poor attempt to dry the tears. "My dad showed me a million times... and I never listened. I thought- I thought he'd always be here to show me again!" Abby wrapped her arms around herself tightly, more tears falling as breathless sobs escaped her.

Mel's heart broke. She pulled Abby into her arms gently, running her fingers through her soft, damp hair. "It's okay." She whispered. "I know it hurts." Abby nodded, clinging to the back of Mel's shirt as she cried into her shoulder. Mel held Abby in her arms for what felt like hours, gently rocking the two of them side to side as she rubbed her back and whispered soothing words.

Eventually, Abby's sobs grew quiet, replaced with quiet sniffles. Mel moved to sit behind her, turning her gently. "Can I see your brush?" She asked with a voice so gentle Abby felt it wash a bit of the pain away. She handed her the brush, letting out a deep breath as she felt her carefully brushing the little knots and tangles out of her hair.

In the quiet solace of Abby's room, Mel braided her hair. She was careful, making sure she didn't pull her hair or snag one of the many knots that seemed to reappear immediately no matter the circumstances. She poured love into each strand she touched, a gentleness only Mel possessed making Abby finally relax. The tension in her shoulders dropped, the tight frown on her face relaxed, and she let herself breath. The moment wouldn't last, but there would be more to come. More hope, more reasons pushing her to get out of bed.

"There." Mel smiled, kissing the back of Abby's head softly. "All done." Her hands dropped to Abby's shoulders, squeezing them softly.

Abby turned around to face Mel slowly, wrapping her arms around her waist. "Thank you." She whispered, closing her eyes as she pressed her cheek against her shoulder.

Mel rubbed Abby's back, hugging her tightly. "You hungry?" She asked. Abby nodded, making relief flood through Mel. "Okay." She smiled.

"So every time you pass one under, you add a little bit of hair." Mel instructed. "Just like that." She smiled, looking in the bathroom mirror as Abby watched. Abby held a smaller mirror in her hand, using it to watch Mel's instructions. Abby's hair had grown quite a bit since they were kids, and maintaining it was something important to her. It was a reminder of her dad; a way to keep him with her. So, she asked Mel to teach her how to braid it properly.

"I think my hands are too fat." Abby chuckled. "I can't keep a grip on the strands."

"You don't have to hold them tight." Mel laughed. "You just separate them with your fingers. Like when you run them through my hair. Try it." Mel took the mirror from Abby's hands, guiding them to her hair. Abby carefully copied Mel's instructions, braiding her hair slowly. "There you go!" Mel smiled, kissing Abby's cheek. "That's my girl."

Abby smiled with pride. "Thank you." She said. She let Mel help her, feeling her soft hands following along with hers. Not long after, Mel secured the braid with a hair tie, kissing the back of Abby's neck. Abby turned to face her, hugging her tightly. "I miss him." She sighed into her hair.

"I know." Mel nodded, wrapping her arms around Abby's waist. "I do too. But I know he's very proud of you."

"For braiding my hair?" Abby joked, smiling softly.

"Sure." Mel chuckled. "But also for being so strong, and courageous, and smart." She added. "I'm proud of you too."

Abby's face heated up, her cheeks and ears turning red. She felt happy knowing Mel was proud of her, and so was her dad. "Shut up." She smiled.

Renders made by the incredible @melstanaccount GO SHOW HIM SOME LOVE OR I'LL BE VIOLENT

Younger Abby and Mel:

Older Abby and Mel:

[endure-and-surv1ve]

short melabs comic :3

[melstanaccount]

Two post-apocalyptic parents that could have been

[effiredux]

i havent seen anyone write for mel and she’s just so cute guys pls hear me out

[youareabirden-art]

[ch-4-eri]

They could have served muscle mommy X petite princess but the writers really done fucked up so bad ✋🏻

[tlouonmedia]

Abby, Mel & (unfortunately) Owen

TLOU ISRAELI THEMES PALESTINE DRC SUDAN ALL IN ONE THREAD

[starlightmoon08]

why is she so wobbly 😭

[hatosaur]

late night draw; i think of abby and mel sometimes

[melsbabydaddy]

FLASH WARNING!! ⚠️⚠️

i wanna kiss her dainty hands all over

[purpleturtledove]

Abby Anderson - Seattle Day One - On Foot

[punkrockmads]

Mel Headcanons!!

I did my best to organize these, but they're all incredibly random with no real theme so I'm sorryyy!!😭

TLOU Universe HCs:

Mel has a pile of those adult coloring books that she always picks up on patrol thinking she'll enjoy doing them but never does because she hates how everything looks so boxy

She doesn't like cooking very much but she will spend hours making home cooked meals for her patients and has done so multiple times for Manny's dad

Mel found Alice wandering the streets as a puppy and saved her from infected and brought her back to the stadium

She learned how to do Nora's hair when they were kids cause Nora wasn't properly taught and accidentally got a brush stuck in it

She keeps her hair short because it got grabbed by an infected when she was younger

She fell asleep in the truck on the was home from a long patrol and drooled on Manny's shoulder (he was not amused but let her sleep)

Mel thoroughly enjoys Cards Against Humanity

When she swore for the first time, everyone was in shock and Manny nearly choked to death on his drink

Mel's laughed so hard she's peed herself and Leah has pictures of the exact moment

Miscellaneous (some Mel x Abby x Nora because fuck you I'm not sorry):

She likes playing cute games like Stardew Valley but also loves games like Until Dawn (even though she's really bad at quick time events)

Mel has stepped on a pack of earrings before and instead of yelling in pain, she fell back and sat there stunned for a few minutes before getting up like nothing happened

Mel is the first person to stick up for Abby if someone's making fun of her and vice versa

She's cried to Abby and Nora about her appearance and they always make sure to comfort her and make her feel like the queen she is

Miss Melon sleeps with fuzzy socks on cause her feet get cold so easily

She always forgets to bring gloves on cold days so Abby and Nora both keep spare pairs (sometimes she intentionally doesn't bring them and begs to stick her hands in their coat sleeves)

She loves banana pancakes and cries every time someone makes them for her

Mel isn't a huge fan of baths but will take them if Nora or Abby ask her to join them (Abby especially finds them comforting)

Abby's had to carry Mel home while she was drunk because she kept trying to go into a closed gift shop

She came out to Manny before she did to anyone else

Mel has accidentally gotten locked in a stairwell at a mall and had to call Abby and Nora as well as the fire station to get her out

She's forced Abby to sit in the backseat of the car because she kept fucking with the radio, Abby did pout the entire ride home

She cried the first time she got pulled over because the thought she'd go to jail for a broken tail light

She's helped Abby through so many panic attacks that she has a system put in place

She's accidentally dropped an entire thing of chili powder into a pot of chili and just kept stirring because she was fed up

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days Six - Friends

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

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

Previous Chapter.

Rain in California was scarce. No matter how much you prayed for the water droplets to fall from the sky, your prayers were never answered. In Washington, the rain never stopped. 

The grey clouds should have been a sign that it would rain, but you weren’t looking at the sky. The whiteboard in front of you displayed some boring war movie. One thing about Mr. Miller is that he thinks a movie will help the class more than a textbook ever could. Last week, he had you watch some Clint Eastwood film about cowboys that went into space. 

In other words, Mr. Miller is an extraordinary teacher. 

Twenty minutes before the class ends, Mr. Miller pauses the movie and turns on the lights. The entire class groans as their eyes get adjusted to the white lights. 

Mr. Miller reaches into his bag and brings out a stack of white papers. One by one, he hands out the last test you all took. It wasn’t about space cowboys (although you wouldn’t have minded that). It was about the three branches of government. 

When he gets to your table, he slides your test to you and does the same to Abby. Meet me after class , is written on the front in red letters next to your perfect score. You hear Abby sigh in frustration. You know that this is hard for her, especially with the softball season coming up and their field is still in shambles. There’s so much pressure on her shoulders and no one is cutting her any slack. 

The bell rings and students jump at the opportunity to leave the classroom. Abby and you stay behind, slowly packing your things into your bag. 

Mr. Miller pulls up a chair in front of you both. 

“Now, I know you two have been studying together and I can see Abby trying in class but it’s not transferring to the test. That’s what I need you two to focus on. I want you to succeed, Abby. I really do but you need to practice a little bit more,” Mr. Miller says before pushing off his chair and returning to his desk. 

You and Abby make your way to the door. 

“Wait,” Mr Miller holds his hand up. “If it helps, you two should go to each other’s houses. Maybe being in a familiar environment could help you focus better.” 

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Your bike is still missing. The posters that Dina and Jesse helped you put up are slowly starting to bleed as raindrops fall on them. 

You pull your hood over your head and your headphones in your ears. You curse yourself for wearing canvas shoes on a rainy day and get to walking. The cold air nips at your face and the wind ruffles your clothes. 

Most days, the roads are clear but that’s not the case today. Cars are bumper to bumper and their horns are blaring. It must be true that people can’t drive when it rains. There are multiple people from your school that you recognize. None of them even bat an eye at you until you see the familiar truck that carries the unmistakable scent of dirt. This time, it doesn’t just smell like dirt and must, but there’s a flowery scent that carries through the chilly air. 

Their arguing is muffled due to the windows being rolled up, but you’re almost certain that you heard the words “pregnant” and “cheating.” You aren’t much for gossip but you really wish you could be a taco wrapper tossed in the back seat right now. You want to know what’s going on because by the looks of Abby’s tear-stained face, it isn’t good. 

Abby gets out of the car and slams the door. Owen’s protests are muffled by the sound of rain hitting the concrete sidewalk. 

“Abby, are you okay?” you ask.

She turns and looks at you in surprise and then, as if she doesn’t know who you are, turns and walks away.

The rest of the walk home is spent thinking about what you just saw. You’ve never seen Abby and Owen fight but that didn’t seem like just fighting. Over the past few weeks, Abby has been a different person when Owen is around. She never smiles or talks like she used to. The girl she once was is gone and she’s been replaced by this stoic robot. 

When you get home, you take a warm shower and get changed into some different clothes. After the day you’ve had all you want to do is relax and watch TV but your phone rings as soon as you sit down on the couch. 

Dina’s voice nearly causes your heart to fall out of your chest. 

“Have you heard?”

“Heard what?” “Owen got Mel, the captain of the cheerleading team pregnant. Everyone is talking about it!” 

“Are you serious?” “Yeah. Poor Abby. She suspected that Owen was cheating on her for a while but she never had any proof until now.” 

Dina loves gossip but she has a way of handling the information so delicately. It makes one think why they are vainly talking about another human. But this isn’t gossip. This is simply one friend passing on information about another friend. Regardless, you care about Abby and it seems like she needs someone that she can trust right now. 

Dina wishes you a good night and you hang up. Your house is silent which only serves as another confirmation. You need to call Abby. 

The phone rings a total of five times before she answers. 

“Hello,” she says and it’s obvious that she’s been crying. 

“Are you okay?” 

“I-” she sighs. “I’m fine. Look, I’m sorry for what you saw today. Owen and I are having some…problems right now.”

“Abby, I know what’s going on. If you ever need anything just know that I’ll be here for you.” 

You don’t know if she’s grateful or not because you can hear her sniffle and then cry as the emotions get to her. 

“You're a really good friend,” she says through tears. 

Something about the word ‘friend’ gets to you. It makes you swallow your words and smile through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, friends.”

The phone is silent for a while. The only thing you can hear is Abby's sniffles and the sound of crickets chirping outside. And that’s how you fall asleep. On the couch while on the phone with your friend.

Next Chapter.

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