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[sillyunknownkitkat]

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Look at how cute she is (it's a collage)

Look at her. She can get me pregnant whenever she wants tbh

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All the dividers in this post are made by me, @sillyunknownkitkat

Please do not use them for your work. I had a really hard time making them :(

All characters belong to @naughtydog companies. I don't own any of them, nor any of the art used.

[rhyrhy]

Child of a Seraphite

Cw: death, grief/guilt, TLOU universe, angst, Abby finds her way with parenthood! 3.k words, Longer read. Not fully proofread

What does it take to pull a woman out of a life fueled by vengeance? The answer: you, and a baby.

M.list

Present Day

The small room was coated in the soft, warm yellow glow of the worn window. That old jacket hung behind the wooden door. The only sounds were of gentle breathing and the faint rustle of sheets against clothed skin.

Little Lev slept peacefully, his tiny hand half clenched around the hem of Abby’s shirt. You lay propped on your elbow beside them, watching the scene unfold. It was precious, really. You, her, lev and the safety of this room. After everything, this felt like a dream. A small smile tugged at your lips as you took in Abby’s half-asleep face. Her head rested heavily on the pillow, her braid draped next to her. You couldn’t resist the urge to tease her.

“You know,” you whispered, careful not to wake lev, “he’s starting to look like you.”

Abby huffed out a sleepy laugh, her eyes still closed. “Oh yeah?” she whispered back. “You seeing a resemblance?”

“Twins. No doubt,” you replied, biting back a laugh. Knowing The three of you looked like you’d been plucked straight from a diversity ad. in the most endearing way possible, of course.

Abby chuckled under her breath, and draped an arm over her eyes. Eventually after some more sleepy snickers she shushed you. You both needed rest before tomorrow. Another day of this new normal you both found yourself tangled in.

Around One year ago

The WLF base was alive with its usual routine soldiers training, patrols heading out, and the familiar buzz of machinery echoing through the safety of the walls. You were in the middle of unloading supplies when some commotion started. You paid it no mind at first, you had your own task to do. Drama was the last thing you needed to be involved with.

When you heard it.

“Abby’s back!” a soldier shouted, running past you. The heavy steps growing faint as they disappeared from your line of sight.

Abby, You hadn’t seen her in god knows how long, not since she left to chase whispers of the Fireflies. The last time you saw her, you’d gotten into a huge fight. You two had this unspoken tension and then she suddenly announces that she’s leaving and has no idea when she’ll be back. It took Issac separating you two to end the discussion with no room for rebuttal. She was going, end of story. All you could do was hope for a safe return or just one at all.

You dropped the crate of supplies in your hands, heart pounding filling your ears as you turned to face the large gates. The thought of seeing her again, made you feel a mix of relieved and terrified.

she had been determined, revengeful, dead-set on her mission that she refused to explain too much of. And now?

There she was. Abby was here.

dirty and bloodied, trudging into the base with exhaustion in every footstep. Some familiar faces scrabbled over to help, looking like she was going to collapse face first onto grass below her tired feet. Those broad shoulders slumped, Your breath caught in the back of your throat as she stopped a few feet away. her eyes meeting yours for the first time in what seemed like forever.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything. You were glad she’s back, you were sorry for the fight, you were pissed that she left you with no hug or proper bye—you wanted to say a million things at once, to save time.

But all that was pushed to the side when you seen a tiny hand reach up out of the old jacket she was tightly clutching…swaddled?

Your voice was low, full of surprise as you stepped closer to her.

“Is that a…?”

Abby shifted on her sore feet, glancing down at the baby before looking back at you. “A baby” she said, almost breathless. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

And then it struck you—there was no one else with her. No backup, no team. Just Abby and the baby.

“Abby- Wh- …what the hell happened out there?” you asked, stepping closer, voice low so the growing crowd of onlookers couldn’t hear. Whispers already starting.

Abby glanced at the baby again, her jaw tightening. “It’s… it’s a long story.”

The ‘long story’

To say this journey’s outcome was the complete opposite of what Abby expected, is beyond an understatement.

Here she was, the same woman who can bench a little over two hundred pounds was captured. At the mercy of the cult the ‘wolves’ The WLF had been at war with. ‘Scars’ Seraphite’s. Hung suspended, her arms and wrists wrenched painfully behind her, the thick ropes cutting into the skin of her neck as she wiggled. Burning with each movement. Her breaths came in sharper gasps, blood trickling from the corner of the small cut on her lower abdomen. Her vision beginning to blur.

“Cut her down” Yara panted out, her back pressed against a large rock, wincing with every breath. Her other arm remained clenched tightly around an old, worn jacket, refusing to let it go even during chaos. The tussle was over now, Three of her ‘own’ now lay dead. Deserved, as it was them or who she was protecting.

“She’s one of them-“ The other scar, cross bow in hand protested.

“Just do it!” she commanded. “Demons are coming, hurry”

With a loud thud to the ground Abby ripped the noose off of her neck. Then quickly staggered to her feet, body on fire from being bound for so long. Small cut stinging on her lower stomach. However, before she could fully orient herself, the wounded young woman thrusted something into her arms. As she couldn’t with her now broken one. Holding it there firmly against her chest.

A baby.

Abby froze, staring down at the tiny, squirming bundle in disbelief. “What the hell—”

“It’s my brother,” Yara interrupted, her voice breaking as she turned to yank the axe of a dead body “We have to go. Now!”

The groups feet were moving faster than their minds, survival being the only thing on it.

But Unfortunately, for the wounded young woman, She’d have to make one last sacrificial effort to keep her brother alive.

Gunned down by wolves as a distraction for the safety of her brother, yara laid there. A sight Abby would never forget. But the one thing she would? The promise she made to now lifeless body. Her last words being…

“You Take him… take him to your people. Promise me, he lives.” Yara’s plea was barely above a whisper, eyes locked onto Abby’s.

And promise, she did.

The air was thick, mixed with the pit of devastation in Abby’s gut. The only thing keeping her moving was her feet. After Yara’s sacrifice, Abby alone with a crying baby that she couldn’t seem to soothe. had to now make her way back to Seattle. What the hell was happening. What the hell was she going to do with a baby. The baby of the cult who’d almost disemboweled her. The child of a scar.

With almost being bitten, annoying cries she couldn’t coo away, and the stench of a dirty make shift diaper Abby was beyond exhausted. This journey was seeming to be more than she could handle, But she had promised the woman who’d saved her life. It had been weeks but That lingering feeling of that rope around her neck sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine. Without yara and the other scar who’d gotten spilt up during the mess of escaping infected, she’d be hung.

Take him, protect him. She promised.

Revenge now taking a momentary backseat..but with that, bring the spawn of the enemy wasn’t going to blow over lightly. despite her reasoning and constant explanations tensions inside the walls rose. A faction within the WLF distrusts Abby for returning with a Seraphite child, now seeing her as a liability.

It was getting out of hand. Lips of other soldiers got looser than needed. However, you seemed to be a solace as she’d seek you out to rant about the growing conflict.

“I mean he’s a child for Christ sake!” “Leave him out to what, Die? Are they insane?!”

You could recite her words like a song at this point. Some days she wouldn’t even knock on your door, just opening it and leaning on it with her arms crossed tightly Across her chest. You would give her the green light to get it all out, and trust it poured out every time. The words were full of colorful language and most importantly hurt.

Those light arm pats and words of reassurance gave her more strength to stand her ground than she’d admit to you, not now anyway. Those looks that were held too long, her shoulder brushing against yours while sitting quite close, or the blush that crossed your face when she adjusted your hold on a weapon you were unfamiliar with. Occasional pillow talk of this farm you’d found, joking of how’d cute you’d look in overalls cleaning up the place. Came pouring back in with light flashes as two came back around each other more. Much more.

It started with you having a little more knowledge in this department, you found yourself doing the little things to help her out.

“Here, uh..try this” you said adjusting the child’s head in the crook of her arm to support his head.

The Light touches and small smiles became another silent reoccurrence. Along with taking lev for a few hours so she could rest. Falling into this oddly comforting position didn’t sway you away. She was asking you for help, she never did that before leaving. Everything was ‘I got it’ or ‘I’ll handle it myself’ but now things were miles different. Amongst this, typical Manny making a passing comment on how well you two coparented, made you both awkwardly laugh. Feeling the cracks from before begin to fill with this new experience.

Yes, You two still hadn’t spoken about where you stood before she left. You decided to choke it back, there was something much bigger now. Another life, innocent and blissfully aware of the cruel words being spat him and his saviors way.

Abby had a decision to make. And fast.

But how is she supposed to turn over this child who clearly was not better off. Yet, her loyalty being doubted was stinging just as equally.

Days blended together as the sky stormed along with Abby’s conflicting feelings.

A situation she’d never thought she’d find herself in, standing with her arm out over the child protectively. The heavy drumming of rain against the metal roof of the outpost and almost drowning out the muffled arguments behind the door. her jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

They wanted him gone.

“He’s a liability,” Isaac’s voice echoed in her ears. “We took you back, Abby. But that… that Seraphite child has no place here.” “If you wish to follow in Owen’s footsteps of betrayal you may do so, outside of these walls.”

They wanted her gone.

Her knuckles brushed her pants, fist clenched. Nails digging into her palm to control her temper.

Isaac’s words felt like they were carved deeper into her skin than any wound she’d gotten these past few months of travel. “You owe us, Abby. His presence is risking the people here, the people who took you in. You choose. Him or us.”

The ultimatum that felt like it had no right answer.

One night, Abby entered your room quietly. The soft click of the door woke you.

There she stood, teary eyed, cheeks stained and a look of defeat smacked on her face. Lev on her hip, had his small head rested on her chest, half awake. Belongings that were once in hand, now dropped next to her with a harsh thud.

before you could ask her what’s going on it came out with a choked sob, ramblings of the past few months and how it was all weighing on her.

You learned of her promise to yara, and you saw the hardened woman who was once full of stubbornness and hatred now a beaten down emotionally drained individual. Pleading for the universe to ease up on her. Tore between the walls that she once called home and failing the child she promised to keep safe, from a woman who now only a memory.

You’d stood frozen in place before embracing the broken woman who looked like her knees would buckle under her with the slightest gust of the wind.

When you pulled back looking at her and the small figure clinging onto her, that conversation washed over you, a lightbulb flickered on.

It was as nuts as it sounded but you asked her anyway.

Before she left the base

“…Like old McDonald?” Abby laughed, listening to you describe a farm you’d come across while traveling Wyoming before joining the base.

You asked her to imagine it. The grass, fresh air, and warm sun beaming down on her skin during the summer.

“Hey, I’m being serious! Give me a broom and hammer I’d make it sparkle. Swear” you joked, and continued to explain how’d you live on the land. Taking the skilled you’d learned to the new environment.

Abby felt a pang of warm air pass over her seeing you in hopes of finding a more peaceful and quiet life. She agreed, but debated with finding the comfort of routine at the base. Losing herself in the conversation. Loving how you seemed to have an answer for almost every rebuttal she threw out.

And now a year later, you asking her if she’d be willing to take this shot in the dark. Making it a reality.

With you. Now.

After a few more days of preparation, she placed one foot outside the gates of base. Looking over her shoulder to the familiar faces she’d once found comfort in only to met with cold gazes because of the small hand she promised to hold. To keep alive.

A few nights before

A heavy sigh echoed as Abby carefully folded small clothes into a not too heavy duffel bag. Uncertainty hung in the air. Was this really what she wanted?

Manny leaned against the doorframe, watching his friend prepare to make a decision that wouldn’t just shift her life but his too.

“You’re really doing this, huh, amiga?”

“I am” she said dryly.

After a few more beats of tense silence weighted between them, He stepped into the room, handing over a small stuffed animal from behind his back. A worn elephant plushie came into her vision, a farewell gift. What a sweetheart he was. Her shoulders eased and she let herself actually talk to him.

Manny softened, leaning down to zip up one of the bags. “Abs, I get it. Just… you better come back if this whole farm thing doesn’t work out. You’ll be missed here. Despite the bullshit, you will”

Abby paused, taking the plushie from his hand, gently packing it away. “Thanks, Manny. For everything.”

“No need to get mushy, not your style” he said with smile. “And , if you ever need a babysitter…you know where to find me.”

“Mhm… I’ll send a postcard, yeah?” She replied jokingly feeling a small weight be lifted.

“Yeah” he repeated and gave her a small ‘you got this’ back pat.

As her other foot stepped outside the gates, she pushed any uncertainty down. She was keeping her promise, for yara…

For herself,

For lev.

The first night settled in Wyoming

Lev, feeling restless had cry’s bouncing off the wooden walls of the semi empty room. Abby sprung awake, heavy breathing as it startled her. With a heavy groan, she made her way over to try and hush the child. After no avail, you felt a small shake on your leg. On the make shift bed that was surprisingly comfortable for the time being.

“Your turn” Abby said with a pout.

You shift in the blankets, taking a moment to take in the image of this hardened soldier, hair a mess, half asleep, holding a baby out to you.

The sight never failed to make your heart swell. A beautiful sliverlining in this world which showed no mercy. A hand slowly made it way to cover your mouth.

Abby tilted her head in confusion, then a small smile crept on the corner of her lips.

“Oh this is funny to you?”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, she followed suit after a halfhearted eyeroll. Yeah, Moments like this were definitely the sweet after the sour. Moments like this, reminded her of the tough decision she’d made. Feet sore, eyes heavy, but a smile on her face.

And you’d be damned if you thought she wouldn’t choose it all over again.

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Note: the idea of baby lev was too cute not to write! It doesn't follow the original story but idk I like this version! And yes I brought out the farm! Abby deserves the peaceful life too! Me writing a happy ending for once Any typos will be fixed LMAO

Thank you for reading!! 💐

[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.

[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 🙏

[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!!!

[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!

[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

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

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

[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 🤨

[ellie-s-list]

Light in the Darkness (7)

Abby Anderson X Fem!Reader, College AU, Part 7

HEHEHEHE HAHAH

I hate that I didn't have this idea in the first place.

TW: Anxiety, overthinking

Chapter Seven→ Betty, Taylor Swift. Week 15

Lyrics: “Will you kiss me on the porch

In front of all your stupid friends?

If you kiss me will it be just like I dreamed it?

“Abby you’re so fucked,” Nora laughed at her friend, peering at her from the couch. She was in Abby and Manny’s shared apartment, currently alone together. 

“I know, Nora, she’s not taking any of my hints,” The blonde complained, pouring a cup of coffee. Abby frowned as add some cream to her drink. “I don’t know, I really do like her.’ 

Nora hummed from her spot on the couch. For fifteen weeks she’s had to hear Abby fawn over you, daydream about you. She even heard that Abby kissed you, yet you chose not to tell her about it the next morning. At least Abby wasn’t mad at her anymore for talking to you and almost giving away her crush. Yet, Nora knows you’ve picked up on Abby’s hints. Who couldn’t? Abby’s been more interested in conversations, reviving dead ones to be able to just see how you would respond. She’s tried hard to stay in your life, talking about you whenever she could get the chance. 

“You kissed her, right?” Nora asked as Abby finished making her coffee, putting away the additives. 

“Yeah,” Abby grabbed her coffee cup, walking around the couch to sit next to Nora. Taking a sip, the blonde sighed. “I didn’t initially remember the kiss, but after I got home and the hangover left, the memories seemed to resurface.” Abby rolled her eyes, leaning her head back on the couch. You were the first girl she’s actually went after, having had previous crushes, but she didn’t think they would like her back. But being the pursuer is hard work, she understands now why Owen used to get so frustrated when she wasn’t showing any hints for him. Abby didn’t mind that your anxiety ruled you sometimes, she cared about you and your wellbeing.

Nora was quiet. She always was thinking, always knew what to say next. Abby confided everything into Nora. Her first ever crush, her first ever female crush, her attraction to you on the first day of class. Nora knew everything, and she’s always given the best advice. 

The silence gave Abby time to reflect on how she even got to be able to talk to you in the first place. At Abby’s request, the professor paired you and Abby up for the final project. Abby didn’t mind volunteering, she wanted to be partners with you, but you didn’t stay behind class long enough for her to ask you to be partners for the first project. So, Abby went to the professor directly to be paired up with you, and it was a great decision. 

You were intriguing at first, always sitting in the same spot, never speaking unless you had to. You weren’t shy, you were able to public speak or speak to others if the time called for it, you just preferred not to talk. A “Hella” introvert as Mel called it.

It was endearing nonetheless, the way you used to speak monotonously with Abby. But after that night at the bowling alley you warmed up to her. You slowly opened up to Abby, and when you told her she “seemed safe”, it took everything in Abby to not crush you in a hug. You looked so innocent with your answer, about ready to burst into tears with how much emotion you were allowing yourself to show. 

“You’re really hung up on her, huh?” Nora brought Abby out of her thoughts of you. Abby was gripping her mug, smiling at the contents of it. “Can you finish this semester without tell her about your feelings?” 

“No,” Abby’s answer was immediate, which surprised her as well. She didn’t have to think about it, she just inherently knew. She had to confirm your suspicions of her cursh on you, she couldn’t keep it in any longer. She groaned, hitting her head on the back of the couch, turning to look at Nora, “There’s no chance that I wont confess, I can’t let her go without even blatantly saying anything.” 

“Do you want her to confess first?”

“It would be easy enough, but I just want a hint that she likes me back,” The blonde decided to place her mug on the coffee table. 

Nora rolled her eyes, “She probably, no definitely, already has.” 

“What do you mean?”  

“She doesn’t pull away anymore,” Nora pointed out, “You even told me she let you pretend to be her girlfriend. You even carried her in the rain!”  

“That doesn’t mean anything!”

“Abby, you’re a fucking dumbass!”

The door opened before Abby could retort, Manny and Owen making their way into the apartment. It seems that they heard what Nora said, both having shit-eating grins on their faces. 

“I second Nora,” Manny says leaning on the back end of the couch. 

“I could literally shit in your bed.”

“Okay, Amber Heard,” He then turned to Nora, “This about her crush?”

Nora nodded, looking back at Manny, “It’s about Abby living under a rock and not picking up on her crushes reactions to her moves.” 

“Oh, you had to tell her too?”

“Wait,” Owen walked over as well, leaning against the couch beside Manny. Abby placed her arm over her eyes, not wanting to see her downfall. “Abby has a crush? Who’s the guy?” 

“Girl, my dude,” Manny slaps him on the back. “Actually, the one who implied she fucks your mom.” 

Owen sputtered, looking down at Abby, who was grinning from behind her arm. To be honest, when that happened she was silently cheering you on. Owen sometimes stepped out of line, and it showed that you didn’t care what he thought. You probably only cared about what your friends think of you, or what people that mean something to you think. 

“I get it, I’m dumb,” Abby said, uncovering her eyes. “What do I do?” 

“Fuck her,” Manny said plainly, like it was the obvious answer. 

Everyone went silent, staring at the man. Abby was blushing, she hadn’t even thought about it, only thinking about how to get you to notice her. How to get you to develop feelings for her. 

“Just tell her,” Owen breaks the silence, not looking at Abby. He’s with Mel now, that fact that he’s still strung up on Abby is his problem. 

“Yeah, if anything it’ll make next semester a little weird,” Nora placed a hand on Abby’s shoulder, trying to comfort her friend. 

Manny huffed, standing up fully, “I stand by my suggestion.” He turned walking towards the kitchen. 

Owen stayed behind, taking to staring at the floor as he spoke. “Abs, if you really do like her, and she’s showing interest, your best bet is to just tell her.” He then retreated to the kitchen, the two girls watching him. 

How could she not have noticed your responses to her advances? She knew you had anxiety, making the first move was out of the question. You had to have clear evidence, had to have her confession on a plate right in front of you before you dared step into any sort of possible trap. You’ve been receptive to her advances, showing that you didn’t mind them and you even gave some back before pulling away. 

“Dude who ate all the mac and cheese?” Manny’s voice came from the kitchen. The night before there was some left over from take out Manny had, and he loved that mac and cheese so much. 

Abby exchanged a look with Nora, smirking. She then called out, “It was Owen!”

“How the-” Owen ran into the living room, avoiding a box of mac and cheese that was thrown at him. 

“Owen, you slimy bitch,” Manny appeared in the kitchen archway, armed with two more boxes of Kraft mac and cheese. He threw them at Owen, and in the chaos that ensued, Nora and Abby retreated to Abbys bedroom. The blonde brought her forgotten coffee, chugging it on her way to her room. Once the door was closed, Nora laid on Abby’s bed. 

“Your presentations tomorrow?” 

“Yeah,” Abby placed her empty mug on her desk, sitting at her desk chair. “I made my decision to tell her after, since it is our last class together until next semester.” 

“You better not chicken out.” 

“I won’t.”

POSTED ON: 4/24/23

WC: 1,405

[how-charming]

More photos for my makeshift archive.

I finished my first week back at university, so I decided to start replaying TLOU2. I stopped a couple months ago, because the transition from Ellie to Abby’s gameplay always throws me off.

But I’ll admit, Abby has some awesome gameplay, and especially some great environments.

The mobile app only allows me to upload up to 10 photos per post, so I’ll have to do these in two parts.

Young Abby when she finds the aquarium with Owen.

Abby sets off on her journey. For these ones, I was just playing around with photographing her character.

[sweetandabitspycho]

I’m going to start writing for him cuz god he is fineeee so please request if yall want

i NEEEEEED yall to make more manny fics he’s so fine

[abbyshands]

hers only

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synopsis; gf!abby does not like clara, the gym trainer who can’t keep her hands off you. so who’s surprised when she loses her composure, channeling her rage in the form of rough, hard sex?

pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader

warnings; abby’s jealous as fuck, a little toxic!abby but not really, use of a strap-on, abby refers to the strap as her dick/cock, and strap is referred to as her dick/cock, throat-fucking (with fingers), fingering, choking, pretty rough sex, degrading (slut/bitch/whore, etc), a little praise, use of baby/honey, one use of y/n BEFORE the smut (sorry, it was necessary), spanking, reader cries, abby gives reader a sensory overload, dumbfucking, etc

a/n; hello! my name is kitlyn, kit for short :) i’m a huge writer, and tlou is my latest obsession. so, ofc, i had to get this fic out for my gf, and much more to come. i hope you like this, and if you have any ideas for me to write, please lmk!

p.s.; your daily reminder (or a fun fact), abby canonically bench presses 205 pounds. i rest my case <3

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she could only make it a few weeks before her annoyance got the best of her.

you were bulking up for an upcoming mission, assigned to you by issac. in the area you would be in, scar presence was heavy, and you wouldn’t be back to the wlf for a bit, so gaining muscle was a necessity.

abby just wished she didn’t have to watch that girl’s hands all over you to get the job done.

she didn’t understand why she couldn’t train you herself, why issac wouldn’t fucking let her. he waved her off, giving her some bullshit about “a lack of focus.”

come on. if she knew you needed to bulk up, if it meant it would keep you safe, she wouldn’t lose her focus just because it was you.

maybe.

but this was the replacement. some other girl in the wlf, hands all over you as she helped you do pull-ups. your body was covered in sweat, and you had been at this for over an hour. the girl, whose name was clara, had her hands on your hips as you lifted yourself up and over the bar again and again.

“c’mon, give me ten more. you got it,” clara said. you were looking at yourself in the mirror as you let out a grunt with each pull-up you did, on your tenth at this point. but you did your best to push through.

“clara,” you groaned. “i can’t fucking—“ you began. but your trainer cut you off.

“don’t use your breath. just keep going. i’ve seen you do it before. you got it,” clara said once more, tone firm. you didn’t think it would be a good idea to deny her. so you went on.

but you were fully oblivious to the pair of blue eyes fixed on you across the room.

you had forgotten that abby also worked out around this time to lift with manny, so it didn’t even occur to you that she was gazing at this whole thing like a hawk.

“abs!” manny said to abby, accent thick. he snapped his fingers in front of abby’s face, and abby looked at him both confusedly, but also annoyedly.

“huh? what, what is it?” abby asked. she had fully spaced out, and her cheeks were red. but it wasn’t because of the workout.

it was your fucking trainer.

“estás bien? i lost you a few minutes ago,” manny said. abby had gotten used to his habit of going back and forth from spanish to english, to the point where she knew a thing or two. so she easily responded.

“yeah, i’m fine. let’s just finish for today, okay? i’m not feeling it,” she excused. but manny could see where her eyes were.

you.

“ah,” manny said. he seemed to understand now, a look of comprehension across his face as he said that. “okay. i’ll see you back at the room, then, sí?” manny asked as he held his fist out.

abby did the same and gave him the small fist bump he was looking for. “yeah, see you.”

once manny had left, abby began to pack up her gym bag. by now, you had finished your pull-ups, and were taking needy gulps from your water bottle. clara gave you a small pat on the back once you had finished drinking.

“that was good. you got any more in you?” clara laughed.

you smiled at her, shrugging. “not sure. i’ve gotta meet my girlfriend soon,” you said. really, it was in an hour or two. but you’d have to shower, change, etc. so, to you, it was soon.

nevertheless, you figured a bit more couldn’t hurt. so, you said, “but i think i can do a few more reps.”

clara just gave you a nod. each time you would bring up this girlfriend of yours, her demeanor changed like that. she’d tense, and pause her words.

you knew what it seemed like, and obviously, you didn’t like clara. but you did kind of need her.

and besides, if abby—fuck, if abby knew? it'd be a fucking field day to say the least.

you ended up choosing back squatting as a way to finish off your session with clara. you ducked your head under the bar, elbows flexing as you removed it from the rack. you caved a little under the heaviness of it, but with clara’s reassurance, you did your best to move.

clara put her arms under yours as you held the bar behind your back. she squatted along with you, body behind yours as she spotted you.

you could only make it ten or so reps before you failed on the eleventh, much to your surprise, as it had never happened to you before. clara put her hands on your chest quickly, and helped you move the bar back up to the rack.

“sorry,” you whispered in a huff, face red from the tension your body had just undergone. clara’s front pressed to your back for just a moment, and you felt a little uncomfy. she had spotted you before while doing a back squat, but not once did you fail one, forcing her to really touch you like that.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. you did fine,” clara smiled. this time, she put a hand on your shoulder, way too close for comfort. and then, she murmured to you, her own face red. “i’m proud of you.”

oh, that was fucking it.

abby discarded her gym bag on the floor. she tossed it somewhere. she would grab it later. but she couldn’t fucking watch this anymore. who the hell did this girl think she was, hands all over you like that? and who knows what she was saying to you? that was abby’s fucking job.

and hers only.

“y/n,” an all too familiar voice said from your left, and you didn’t need to look to know who had spoken.

you were thinking, my savior, once abby’s voice filled your ears. but when your eyes moved to hers, you were sure your soul left your body.

because she looked pissed.

clara moved her hand off your shoulder, and you hated the way she did it—like the two of you had been doing way more than just working out.

“grab your shit, we’re leaving,” abby said firmly to you, and she couldn’t help but send a small glare clara’s way. you weren’t the only one feeling scared, because clara was pale as a ghost. she had known you had a girlfriend, obviously.

but it was abby fucking anderson?

neither you nor clara said a word as you packed up your gym bag. once you had, abby was grabbing you by the waist, and yanking you out of the gym, leaving clara far, far behind you.

“abs—“ you tried, you really fucking did. but abby didn’t want to hear it.

“not a fucking word.”

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manny knew better than to come back to the room once he saw abby eyeing you like that in the gym. it wouldn’t be the first, nor would it be the last, time that abby’s temper had ended in a room full of sex.

as soon as you were inside of the room, abby was grabbing your gym bag from your hands, tossing it far away, and kissing you aggressively. you responded with a whine, but let her, kissing her back with just as much passion. her hand gripped your neck as she all but slammed you onto the door, free hand running over your body like it was a temple she was born to worship.

really, it was.

abby put her free hand under your leg and held it up, pressing herself into you as her tongue battled yours. you moaned into her mouth as her grip on your neck compressed, her fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs.

what a good day to have worn shorts…

when abby finally pulled back, your lips were spilling with drool, lips numb and plump from the belligerence in abby’s kisses. your whole face was hot, and abby’s face was red.

and, fuck, did she look mad.

abby smashed her lips back onto yours, and kissed you all the way to her bed. once there, she pushed you down onto it and got on top of you, her large thighs on either side of your lap.

if you weren’t in for it before, you surely were now.

abby reached her arm out to open the drawer of her bedside table, and it was only a moment or two before she was pulling out a very familiar item.

her strap.

“a- abs, wh- what are you—“ you began dumbly, way too curious to find out what it was she had in mind. but abby wasn’t feeling at all gracious.

you talk when she says you can.

“shut the fuck up,” abby damn near growled at you, the kind of tone she reserved for when she was really fucking angry. you had heard it many times before. when you were on a mission and battling scars. when issac reprimanded her for being careless in the field. when mel pissed her off one too many times.

bottom line, when shit didn’t go her way.

and the idea that she felt that way now both turned you on and scared the fuck out of you.

abby was quick to secure the strap’s harness to her waist. the view of the dildo attached to it always made your mouth fill with drool: black, veiny, seven and a half inches long. she’d made you cum with it so many times you lost count, and it was a million times better than the real thing.

especially when you had abby anderson on top of you, or behind you, or below you, encouraging you to take it like the good girl you were.

she grabbed your hips with fervor, forcing you to wrap your legs around her torso once your bottoms, and underwear, were out of her way. you let out a needy mewl as she slid the tip through your already wet folds, riling you up, just like that.

when your eyes closed as an answer, abby tutted, and moved one of her large hands down to grab you by the chin. “look at me,” she demanded.

and who the hell would you be to deny that?

your eyes were weak and needy as they met abby’s, pupils big with just a touch of fear, heart pounding in your ears. abby spoke firmly, and you could tell that she wasn’t playing around.

you had left fun and games behind the second you walked into this room.

“you’re gonna take this dick as much as i want you to, over and over again. n’ i’m gonna fuck you rough, ‘til you’re babbling out nonsense. do you hear me?”

your body felt paralyzed when those words left abby’s lips, her tone dripping in anger. you couldn’t manage much, and all you could do was nod. but she was not having that.

she squeezed down on your chin, which made you whimper out. “words.”

“y- yes, ma’am, i- i understand,” you weakly muttered out, and that seemed to suffice for her. abby let up on her grip, and her hand moved down from your chin to your lips.

“good. now suck.”

you didn’t delay. you opened your mouth for abby to push her fingers inside of it, index and ring beginning to fuck it. abby could feel your drool as she pumped the two fingers in and out of you, your tongue eagerly wrapping around them.

she doesn’t give a damn in the world as she pounds them to the back of your throat, making you gag, and your eyes close and roll back as she does so.

not for long.

“open your eyes. keep ‘em on me,” abby says in a rough tone, and you oblige a little too quickly. water’s already filling the corners of your eyes, and abby can see that when she looks at you.

and she’s barely begun.

“crying for me already, hm? why am i not surprised?” abby couldn’t help but mock you. you looked so feeble like this, choking on her fingers like the whore you were.

“i’d save your tears, honey. ‘cause there’s a lot more where this came from.”

just as you’re beginning to get used to the rough feeling of abby fucking your face with her fingers, she pulls them out, and you let out a small whimper of disapproval.

but it quickly blends into a moan.

her index and ring, the two fingers that you had just had your tongue around, that were soaked in your drool, pushed inside of you without so much as a warning.

“oh, f- fuck, abby,” you moaned as the suddenness of the moment took over your senses. your thighs clenched around her as she skillfully pumped her fingers in and out of your cunt, just as she had so many times in the past.

abby used her other hand to pry your thighs back open. “ah ah, baby. spread your legs for me.”

just when you figured this couldn’t get any more forceful, abby was pushing a third finger inside of you, her middle one, and using her thumb to rub your clit.

your response was way too fast as you grabbed one of abby’s broad shoulders, digging your fingernails into the freckled skin on it. you let out a loud moan as your eyes squeezed shut, letting it all sink in. three of abby’s fingers deep inside of you, pumping in and out of your wet pussy as she thumbed your clit like a fucking pro.

“fuckfuckfuck,” you groaned, and, god, did abby like that. barely begun with you, and you were already drunk off her touch.

but then again, that’s how it always went.

“look at you, fucking soaked for me. needy bitch,” abby degraded you mercilessly as she curled her fingers inside of you, easily hitting your g-spot.

“mmph, abby…” you could barely manage.

“hush,” she said harshly. your gaze moved up to hers as she fingered you, her usual pale blue eyes big, pupils enlarged. it was clear that she wasn’t letting up any time soon. “don’t talk unless i say you can.”

you didn’t.

abby had you soaking her fingers in your release soon enough, your orgasm spilling over you. she pulled her fingers out of you and moved them to her lips, leaving not even one drop behind as she sucked them dry. the view filled your abdomen with butterflies: that was for damn sure.

if this is how she made you feel with your fingers, you could hardly imagine her dick.

and abby didn’t delay. you didn’t get even a second to process before she was lining the tip of the silicone toy to your cunt, and pushing into you forcefully.

“abby, w- wait, fuck. t- too soon,” you whimpered, but you knew abby didn’t give a shit about what you had to say. she shushed you with her hand, putting her fingers past your lips once more.

“don’t care. you’re gonna take this cock like a good fucking girl,” she emphasized the word as she thrust into you hard. “and i don’t wanna hear shit. got that?”

you nodded, and didn’t try to speak again. you just did what abby wanted you to, sucking on her long fingers to keep you occupied while she pounded into your pussy.

“clara can’t fuck you this good, can she, baby?” abby rasped as each thrust grew more ravenous, both fingers pushing deeper.

so that’s what this was all about. well, really, you figured as much. you knew clara’s behavior would somehow bite you in the ass. but now that you had abby’s words to confirm it, you couldn’t be more sure.

you did what you could to shake your head, but let’s be real. it was abby fucking anderson. speechlessness was never an answer in her books. she took her fingers out of your mouth for the last time, eager to hear you talk now.

“say it.”

“n- no, abby. s’just you. s’only you,” your tongue slurred as the words left your lips, and abby couldn’t help but get off on the way you were speaking, a smug smirk on her face.

“mmhm. only i get to fuck this pretty pussy of yours, y’hear me?” abby let out in a grunt, her drool covered hand settling onto your neck, squeezing down. she was fucking you hard, no mercy as her hips thrust aggressively, pushing herself as deep inside of you as she could possibly go.

you were more than okay with that.

“y- yes, ma’am,” you let out a groan of your own as abby rutted her hips into you, eyes locked on hers. “i’m yours. a- all yours.”

you were a whining and whimpering mess as abby gave you a nod of approval, hand gripping your neck like it was her lifeline. “that’s a good whore. mine and no one else’s.”

“how do you think days like today make me feel, huh? fucking bitch with her hands all over you, gawking at you like you’re hers. well, let me tell you somethin’,” abby snarls. she pulls out of you, tip pressed to your folds, and for a moment, you think she’s going to make you beg for her to fuck you once more. but just like that, she’s slamming back inside, going, arguably, deeper than she had before.

“she doesn’t get to have you. no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good. no one’s ever gonna love you like i do. you’re all fucking mine, like it or not. got that?”

you’re not surprised by the aggression in her tone, but, damn, is she pissed. you can feel her anger seep into your skin as she fucks you like a toy, addresses you like a doll.

and you let her.

“m’sorry, abby, m’so sorry. i know i’m yours. i’m yours, swear to god i am. m’so sorry,” you moan dumbly as she squeezes your neck.

which you’re sure will have marks to show for it tomorrow.

“i know you are, baby,” abby rasps. her hand moves from her neck to your thigh now, and she digs her fingernails into it as she slams into you. “and you fucking should be.”

and again, abby has you cumming, her name rolling off your tongue like music as, this time, it’s her cock you soak in your release. “there you go, honey. know you like when i fuck this pussy like this. that’s it,” abby whispered.

your brain was way too foggy with the aggression of this session with your girlfriend to get your words out properly.

what was is it that abby had said about making you babble again?

“f- fuck, abby. oh, fuck,” you whined, body tired from receiving your second orgasm that evening. but abby was nowhere near done with you: both of you knew that.

abby didn’t speak as she pulled herself out of you, grabbing you by the hips and flipping your body over, so that you were no longer on your back. she forced you onto all fours, your ass poking up into the air. she yanks your bottoms fully off of you from behind, underwear following, and settles her hands onto your ass.

“abby, come on, please,” you all but cry out. you’re not sure how much you can take, not when it’s so sudden, anyway. abby’s anger is slowly going away, your caring girlfriend coming back little by little. but you weren’t quite there yet.

“you’ve got one more in you, baby, i know you do,” abby says softly, and she circles her thumbs over your ass. the move is almost loving.

“and you’re gonna take it, like the good slut you are. mkay?”

like you said. almost.

you grumble, but you can’t say no. not only did you not want to, but when it came to abby, that was one of the last things on your mind. probably. . .not a good idea. so, “mkay,” is what you say in response.

“good girl. can fuck you better like this, anyway,” abby hums. she begins to take your shirt off, and you lift your arms up to help her remove you tank top. and then, who’s surprised, she unhooks your bra with ease, discarding it on the floor somewhere.

the feeling’s familiar as abby pushes inside of your aching pussy once more. you’re sore and tired, brain fucked out from abby’s belligerence. but you need her, just as much as you need the very oxygen in your lungs.

and she needs you.

as if this isn’t enough, her arms move under yours, and squeeze each of your tits. it quickly reminds you of the way clara spotted you earlier, because that was one of the very things that had caused this in the first place.

but this felt so much better.

your eyes rolled back into your head as abby rubbed hard circles into your nipples, eager and needy to get you off for the third time in a row. she knew it wouldn’t be long now. each time she fucked you like this, round after round, your orgasms came in quick successions.

literally.

abby was pushing into your g-spot once again, and the feeling of it all was almost too much. if she wanted you to babble, then she got it: because there was no other way to describe the words spilling from your lips.

“a- abby, fuck, please don’t stop. you feel s- so good, f- fuck, please.” you weren’t making any sense by now, at least not to yourself. but abby knew what you wanted.

because she knew just how to please you.

“keep moaning, baby. you sound adorable,” abby chuckled as she fucked you, hips pushing deep into a spot you didn’t even know you had. “all cockdrunk off this dick, like the whore you are. my whore.”

she just had to add that. for good measure.

“tell me how much you like it. tell me how much you like it when i pound your pussy like this.”

you were licking your lips in the neediest way as she pressed her thumbs into your tits. you couldn’t help but push yourself back into her, that fucking needy for her. “i- i love it, abby. love it so much, fuck. you fuck me so good.”

abby moved one of her hands back from your tit and onto your ass, and gave you a small spank there. “fuck, yeah, i do. never gonna get it this good from anyone else, are you, baby? not clara, not any other bitch. just me, yeah?”

“mmph, mhm,” you murmured, and, fuck, were you on the brink. of course no one else could fuck you like this. no one could fuck like this period. some days, you wished the world could see just what abby anderson had to offer.

but that would involve a hell of a lot of sharing that you didn’t want to do.

“aw, i’m fucking you dumb, huh, baby? can’t even get a word out. dumb fucking slut,” abby smirked, slapping your ass one more time, then massaging the red mark with her thumb. “who do you belong to, hm?”

abby wasn’t wrong. your brain was fogged up, cloudy as she slammed into you from the back, and you couldn’t even see as your eyes rolled back into your head for the millionth time over. your words came out messy, drunken, incoherent. “i- i b—i’m—yours, i b- belong to—to you.”

you could feel your third orgasm bubbling up inside of you as abby pounded you from the back, and she had both hands on your tits once more, gripping both of them as she thumbed at your nipples. your face was hot, your lewd moans filling the room to the brim, as abby filled you.

“f- fuck, abby, don’t stop,” you whimpered out, and you had never sounded so broken before. “g- gonna cum.”

well, that much was obvious.

abby didn’t hold you back. she encouraged you with each thrust of her hips, every one increasing in speed with each second that passed by. she was a pro at this, and she knew it.

“that’s it, honey. cum on my cock, loud, like you mean it. wanna hear you scream for me,” she said with a small grunt, and she said it like it was a demand.

you obeyed.

you were yelling your girlfriend’s name as white spilled all over the silicone that was her dick, a series of pornographic moans falling from your swollen lips. your expression was just that, too: lewd, broken, because you had never been fucked like that in your life.

for the last time, abby pulled out of you, and unsecured the harness around her torso. once she put it to the side, she couldn’t help but put her fingers to your pussy for the last time, scooping a bit of your white release onto them. you shuddered as she did so, and looked behind you, just to see her suck her fingers off.

you lay limp on the bed as abby got up to grab a small towel. gingerly, she began to wipe your body clean, beginning with your thighs. she kissed up them as she did it, and it was so, so different to the way she had been manhandling you mere seconds beforehand.

that was abby for you.

once you were both clean, abby laid down beside you, and pulled you close to her body. she put her hands on your waist, and pressed a kiss to your forehead as you snuggled into her broad chest. you didn’t even feel awkward about the fact that you were the only one naked.

if abby didn’t care, then neither did you.

“you okay, baby? wasn’t too rough with you, was i?” abby asked, her thumb circling your cheek. you smiled up at her, a rush of butterflies soaring inside your abdomen at the small rasp in the way she cooed.

“no, abs. not at all. i mean, i always knew you got jealous, but—wow,” you couldn’t help your giggle.

abby feigned annoyance by giving you an eye roll, but you could tell that she was just being playful. besides, it’s not like she could deny the fact. so she smirked. “what can i say? you just have that effect on me. besides, you have to admit—clara was way too close for comfort.”

“mmhm,” you hum.

“but maybe that was a good thing.”

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