#wlfs: curious

[veronadragon]

Welcome to Strangetown, Cressida Curious!

First post of my Strangetown and it's Pascal's widdle green baby. Kinda wished for Tycho but at the same time I rather not repeat previous Strangetowns.

Vidcund was so jealous of Pascal and his green baby that he decided he wanted one of his own. He wasn't even on the telescope for a minute and boom the aliens abducted him.

Lazlo: Hey where's Vidcund at? I wanted to make us all 3am pancakes after that crazy birth you just had.

Pascal: Didn't you hear the screaming? Vidcund got abducted, he'll be back in the morning.

Lazlo: Well Watcher be damned.

[misserabella]

what girls can do

abby anderson x fem masc! reader

summary; abby wasn’t gay… right?

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, abby being scared of liking girls, reader is masc presenting!!!, reader fucking another girl (she has a reputation) and abby hears, switch reader and abby, masturbation (abby), kissing, make out, tension and touching in the showers, teasing, praising, praise kink, use of good girl, oral (abby and r receiving), boob and nipple play, hair pulling, hickeys, abby’s first time with a girl…

abby anderson wasn’t gay.

she had liked owen for as long as she could remember. she had even dated him. and sure, the sex was…, boring, to say the least. but that didn’t mean she was gay.

but then…, why couldn’t she look away?

you were working out at the WLF’s gym, white wife beater and grey sweats, hair up on a low bun as you grunted at the effort of lifting weights.

your thighs were spread, shirt slightly sliding up your stomach as you bench pressed. abby’s eyes lingered on the soft plush skin, wanting, no, needing to see more.

she bit down on her bottom lip, too out of focus of her own rutine. she was staring.

even more when she noticed angela passing by. she stopped to talk to you with a flirty smile, which you returned, smirk on your lips. abby heard rumors. rumors about how good you were in bed. how good you could make a girl feel. how they always came back to you for more… angela was an example of it. you had fucked her just a mere couple of days ago and there she was, looking for more.

abby watched as one of your hands landed on the back of her thigh, since she was standing up and you sat on the bench. she wondered how it would feel like. skin against skin. how your eyes would feel like on her.

she shook her head. yeah, no. she was just curious. pure healthy curiosity. she couldn’t imagine herself fucking you, or imagine you in between her legs, tongue out, mouth and chin dripping in…

she huffed, getting up from the machine she was working on and picking up his towel and bottle of water. she was not on the right head space to work out.

her way to her and manny’s room was not long, plopping herself on her bed with a huff and taking from her nightstand a book she had been meaning to finish in hopes to avoid thinking about you at all, which lately seemed to be the only thing she could think about.

that was until she recognized your voice though the other side of the wall, and angela’s, as you entered on your room, which stood next to abby’s.

the walls were so thin she could even heard the first contact of your lips against hers, the lewd smacking and the wet sounds of your tongue sliding against hers.

“you missed me, huh? needy girl…” you voice sounded muffled, but still high enough for her to hear, along with angela’s moan.

abby tried her best to ignore it, focusing on the ink letters of her book. but it was impossible to simply ignore you.

“you’re so wet…” abby’s cheeks flushed, feeling her cunt throb at your words. “you’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? of course you have…” abby closed her eyes, trying to recompose herself. she should probably leave her room and go somewhere else, maybe pound on your door and ask you to keep it down. but somehow, she couldn’t move. she was glued down to her sheets.

suddenly, angela was moaning, and you were grunting. “that’s it. taking my fingers so good, good girl.” abby’s throat dried up. holy fuck. her thighs clenched, and her heart was beating so fast…

“fuck.” she sighed, embarrassed of herself. she shouldn’t be listening to this. but you sounded so good… and she was getting so wet… why was she getting wet? she didn’t like girls!

she tried and think about owen and the times the two of them fucked. she always struggled to get wet, and now? her hand pushed inside her sweat shorts and into her panties, fingers sliding through her folds.

she was fucking soaked.

“holy shit.” she muttered, her index finger touching her throbbing clit, her mind filling up with images of you. of your eyes, your arms, your muscles, your thighs, your chest, your mouth, your hands, your fingers…

she had to bit down on her lip to not let out a pathetic moan.

“look at you. what a dirty girl, i bet you’ve been thinking about this. about my fingers in your pussy, huh?” abby then pushed her ring finger inside her tight warmwalls, a gasp leaving her lips as she followed your voice, imagined it was you who touched her.

she was supposed to be embarrassed, touching herself to you while you fucked another girl on the next room… it was sickening. but she couldn’t stop. it felt good. better than it had ever felt before. and she hadn’t come in so long...

“that’s it. doing so good for me. want my cock, baby? want me to fuck you dumb?” she added another finger in, crooking them against her g spot as her other hand came up her shirt to squeeze one of her breasts, pinching her nipple. she nodded, imagining it was her you were talking to, you were touching and fucking. “you’re gonna cum? gonna cream my fingers?” she could hear angela’s moans, how they became more repetitive, gasps and huffs leaving her lips.

abby was getting closer, her thighs shaking. little low grunts we’re leaving her throat.

“yeah, go ahead. let me see it drip.”

she’d never come so hard before, vision turning white, breath leaving her lungs, mouth falling ajar in a silent scream as cum coated her fingers. her free hand, the one that had been playing with her chest gripped the sheets as her back arched. “fuckfuckfuckfuck…” she fucked herself through it, stilling her fingers inside her cunt once she had fully come down from it. she took a deep breath, her fuzzy brain finally reconnecting to reality. she realized what she had done, and quickly pulled her hand out of her pants, cheeks flushed and eyes unable to stare at the cum making her fingers shine. she hurriedly got up from her bed, quickly taking a change of clothes as she heard still muffled moans and voices. just as she rushed towards her door manny came in, and it only made her flush even more. holy fuck, she could have gotten caught.

“hey abs, wanna-“ before she could finish she was getting out the room. “okay… tremendas prisas…”

she went to the community bathrooms and took a towel, getting rid of her clothes to get into the showers. she slightly cringed at the feeling of her slick making her cunt stick to her panties. the water was just what she needed to calm down, splashing it all over her face.

she wasn’t gay… right? maybe she had just slipped. she was really pent up. maybe it all clouded her mind.

and then, there you were, opening the door and getting inside the bathrooms. abby’s eyes widened as she watched you slowly take off your clothes. you started by your wife beater, your hands gripping the rim to pull it up your toned stomach and chest, one of which hands you had just used to touch someone. abby wondered if you had already cleaned the cum out of your fingers, probably used your mouth and sucked it clean. her cunt throbbed at the thought. even more when she took in the sight of your exposed chest, beautiful perky nipples hardening due to the cold air hitting your newly exposed skin. you shimmied your grey sweats down your strong thighs, staying on your boxers as you made your way to grab a towel. abby’s eyes trained on your ass, even more on the wet patch on your crotch, she wondered if you were as wet as she had been thanks to your voice, if angela had touched you. had she made you feel good? had she made you cum? had she eaten you out? how would you taste? how would you sound? how…

she tightly squeezed her eyes shut, dipping her head back under the water.

“hey.” you said as you got beside her in the showers, opening the water. abby had to control herself to not look at you.

“hey.” she answered.

abby was cute. hell, she was beautiful. with blonde hair, broad shoulders, thick thighs and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. you’d lie if you didn’t think she was attractive. but she was straight. sadly enough. so you two had a pretty standard relationship. that being said… why was she blushing? maybe due to all the steam inside or here?

you discretely looked at her.

your eyes trailed down her toned arms to her little breasts, strong thighs and her plump ass. your tongue darted out from your mouth to wet your lips. she was hot. really hot. owen was, or had been, a lucky motherfucker.

abby caught you staring and her whole face seemed to burst in flames, but of course, you caught her too as you soaped up your body, slippery hands over your chest. you two stared at each other, and suddenly, the room was heavy.

you smirked as you watched her eyes follow your touch over your boobs. maybe she wasn’t that straight, you thought, but then she was looking away.

“abby?” you called for her, and her whole body seemed to tense up. bottom lip in between her teeth.

“yeah?” she inquired, and you leaned against the tiles of the bathroom, looking at her.

“you can look.” you said, softly. you could sense it, the nervousness, the inquiries. you could almost read her anxious and confused mind, could see yourself on her.

abby’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment, her wet unbraided hair falling over her face before she would slightly peek at you. she gulped at the sight. you were completely bare, soft skin in display for her hungry and curious eyes. and you were beautiful. she took everything in. the curve of your breasts, the dip of your hips, the curls on your mound, your toned stomach and thighs…

you slowly walked closer, until you were caging her against the cold tiles, chest almost brushing hers.

“i thought you didn’t like girls.” you muttered, her blue eyes on yours.

“i don’t.” she said, and you scoffed, watching as she shivered when one of your hands took her hip. she was so soft…

you slowly leaned in, ‘till your breaths intertwined. abby looked down at your lips. what the hell was happening?

“are you sure?” you muttered, your lips brushing hers. she felt her heart beating faster inside her chest. “ ‘cause it seems like you wanna kiss me… do you wanna kiss me, abby?” you teased, fully pressing your chest against hers, making her groan. “i think you do…” your free hand came up her face to her chin, thumb pressing against her bottom lip. “why don’t you open up for me, hm?” she followed, her jaw falling and lips parting. “good girl.” you whispered against her before you’d close the distance, hearing her moan in your mouth, your tongue pushing inside her own. her hands came up to your shoulders, fingers gripping you as you lewdly and softly kissed her. for a moment it seemed like she was gonna push you away. she probably should’ve. but she didn’t. instead only pushing you closer, making you hum. your hand trailed down to her neck, where you left it, keeping her in place as you hungrily kissed her.

holy fuck. you were kissing abby anderson. you couldn’t remember for how long you’ve been dreaming about this. you’ve had a little crush on her for years.

abby should’ve feel weird about it, you’d just fucked a girl, put the same tongue that was on her mouth on angela’s, used the same hands that you were touching with to touch the brunette, but instead, she couldn’t just think about how fucking good it felt.

you pressed her against the wall. the hand on her hip going up to her chest, where you cupped one of her tits, kissing her harder. her body arched against you, and her hands found your hair, tugging.

she groaned when you pulled away, kissing the side of her neck.

“fuuck.” she sighed, feeling your index and thumb pinch her nipple.

“that’s it. you like it, hm? like it when i touch you like this?” she nodded, and you smirked. “shit. never thought you’d go for girls.” you incredulously said, to what she reacted.

suddenly she seemed to be lucid, pushing away from you.

“abby?” you inquired, but she was quickly taking her towel, draping it around herself and picking up her stuff. “abby!” you watched as she hurriedly left the bathrooms. her heart was on her throat. she thanked god her dorm was a few steps away from the bathrooms or else the whole WLF would have seen her running practically naked around the halls.

that afternoon abby locked herself on her room and didn’t even got out for dinner.

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days passed by in which you hadn’t heard anything from abby. days in which the only thing she had done had been think about your time in the showers. in which she hadn’t gotten any sleep, feeling your touch all over her body, your kisses, your breath against her skin…

she could hear your voice, remember your teasing. she’d touched herself to it over and over again, facing the fact that yeah, she liked girls. she liked you.

that’s how she had ended up here, in front of your dorm’s door, knocking in the middle of the night. she was biting down on her bottom lip, hands sweaty and shaky and pupils blown. her cunt was aching and her heart was beating fast. way too fast.

she wanted it. she wanted to feel your touch again. she wanted you to kiss her again. to show her what pleasure really felt like. she wanted to know what fucking you felt like. would she moan like angela did? would you talk to her like you’ve talked to angela?

you opened the door, only a pair of boxers and a wife beater on. you seemed to had been still awake.

“abby?” you inquired, fully opening the door. “what are you-“ but before you could finish she was jumping at you, her warm hands cupping your cheeks to bring you in on a kiss. your eyes widened in surprise, still quickly closing when you felt her lips on yours. you hummed, stepping backwards and closing the door once the two of you were inside. you pushed her against it, her tongue inside your mouth, her hands on your hair, tugging as you took her by the waist. “what are you doing?” you pulled away, breathing on her lips with a smirk tugging from your own. instead of answering, she tried and kiss you again, but you didn’t let her, dodging her lips. “nuh-uh. speak.” abby groaned.

“isn’t it obvious?” she inquired, eyes on your lips. she wanted to taste them over and over and over again. she wanted to suffocate.

“i mean, i’m not complaining.” you said, crooking your head to the side. “don’t get me wrong. is just that the last time we kissed you ran away…” abby’s cheeks flushed. “so… what is it that you want, abby?” you inquired, your free hand coming up to push behind her ear a strand of her blonde hair. she shivered.

“i want you to kiss me.” she said, voice low and decisive.

“i can do that.” you said with a smirk before leaning in, pushing your lips against hers before your tongue would enter her mouth, wetly kissing her. you made her knees almost buckle. abby moaned against you, and you pulled her closer to you. your hands, which stood on her waist, crept under her shirt, feeling her abs. “is this alright?” you asked. you didn’t want her to get scared again. she nodded, her hands taking yours to guide them over her chest. “oh yeah?” you smirked. “you want me to touch you?” she nodded. “words.”

“yes. yes, please.” she gasped, and you tweaked her nipples, making her moan.

“fuck. you sound so good…” she sighed as your lips met her neck, crooking her head to give you more space. abby’s hand left your hair to get the rim of her shirt, pushing it over her head to leave her chest exposed. your mouth watered at the sight, a sight that you’ve missed the last couple of days. your kisses trailed down her neck to her chest and her boobs. her hands were back on your hair as your tongue darted out to lick at your nipples, one of your legs pushing in between her legs.

“shit.” she hissed, tugging on your hair. you hummed. “please touch me, please.” she begged, her hips rutting against your thigh.

“get on the bed.” you grunted, and you two quickly made your way to your bed. you thanked god you didn’t have roommates. abby’s thighs parted for you, your lips against hers. she moaned as you pushed down her legs her pajama pants and boxers. abby shivered when the cold air hit her wet folds, moaned when your fingers dipped in between her slicked lips. “fuck. you’re soaked.” you groaned. “you really want this, don’t you?” you teased her. “want me to fuck you? want me to make you feel good?” she nodded. your fingers met her clit, drawing little circles on it and hearing her moan, hips pushing against your touch. “that’s it. just what you needed, isn’t it? poor thing just wanted to feel good…” abby’s mouth fell agape when you plunged one of your fingers inside of her warm walls. “what is it, hm? your little boyfriend couldn’t fuck you good enough?” moans fell from her lips at the pumping of your finger in and out of her, your lips brushing against her own, eyes never wandering from her face. you wanted to see her fall apart. “of course he didn’t, i’m sure he couldn’t make you cum even if he tried. but i can. i’m gonna fuck you so good… gonna make you come so hard you’d be coming back for more. begging for more.” you added your ring finger, curling them and making abby whimper. “is that what you want? want me to fuck you dumb, abby?”

“yes, fuck. yes.”

you hummed. “wanna taste you.” you muttered against her lips, and in a blink you were in between her thighs. abby’s back arched and she gasped when your tongue licked at her throbbing clit.

“oh my god.” she moaned, and you hummed as you felt her grip at your hair. you kept her thighs spread as you sucked on her clit, fucking her open on your fingers.

“pussy taste so good…” you groaned, lapping at her arousal. you were slurping on every drop of her juices you could get. you noticed her squirming, moaning non-stop. it was as if she’d never… “have you never gotten eaten out?” she shook her head and you cursed under your breath.

“owen said it was disgusting.” you felt rage flowing through your body. disgusting?

“does it seem like i’m not enjoying it?” you inquired, and her cheeks flushed, shaking her head no. “exactly. that’s because i love it.” you licked a fat strip up her cunt. “i could drown in this pussy.”

you curled your fingers, hitting her g spot over and over again. her moans were getting louder, her thighs trembling and walls clenching around your fingers.

you knew she was close.

“i’m gonna cum.” she whined, and you only thrusted harder with your fingers, sucked harsher on her clit until her moans came to a stop in a silent scream and cum poured from her hole and soaked your fingers. “fuckfuckfuck!” you hummed as she whimpered, fucking her through it.

you kissed her inner thighs, and left a little peck on her clit before pulling away. she looked absolutely fucked out as you crawled up her body, pushing your lips against her and hearing her hum when she opened your mouth for your tongue. she could taste herself on your tongue. and it was making her wonder how would you taste.

“can i do it too?” she inquired against your lips.

“you don’t have to if-“

“i want to.” she cut you off, and you smiled, kissing her back. “you’ll tell me how, right?” you nodded.

“yeah, i’ll teach you.” and somehow, abby was getting wet again at those words. you pushed your wife beater off, along with your boxers before exchanging places with the blonde, who once she was on top of you couldn’t help but groan.

“so beautiful…” you sighed when you felt her kisses trail down your neck, sucking bruises that had you wanting more. usually you’d ask the girls that you’d fuck to not leave any marks on you. but you wanted abby’s. and you weren’t ashamed of it. her warm big hands cupped your tits. “couldn’t stop looking at you in the showers… you looked so fucking hot.”

“what do you mean the showers? you were staring at the gym too.” you teased her, and her cheeks flushed.

“shut up.” she said.

“why don’t you make me?” you smirked, your face quickly changing to one of pleasure when her hand cupped your cunt, fingers pressing against your puffy clit. “you’re wet.” it was as if she were surprised.

“no shit.” you let out a chocked laughter at the little circles she draw on that little bundle of nerves. “you’re hot, abby.”

“yeah?” she inquired and you nodded.

“been wanting you since the start. too bad you were with owen.” you said.

“yeah. too bad.” she agreed, slowly trailing down your body to lay in between your legs. “but you have me now, don’t you?” she inquired, eyes on yours and you hummed.

“yeah.” but then you were moaning at the experimental lick she made up your pussy, the heavy and earthy taste of your arousal hitting her and making her groan. it was over for her. she knew she’d become addicted. “oh, fuck.” one of your hands laced on her hair, your hips rutting against her tongue. “just like that.” abby hummed, lapping at everything she could get, her strong arms surrounding your thighs to push them over her shoulder and keep you there, at her mercy. “shit, abby.” you moaned her name when you felt her slightly suck on your clit. at your reaction, she did it again, harder, hearing you whine as your back arched.

“you’re sensitive, huh?” she teased, licking at your throbbing clit, and you hissed.

“why don’t you be a good girl and keep your mouth busy with my pussy, hm?” abby swore she could come, her stomach flipping at the nickname. you noticed the blush on her cheeks. “you liked that, didn’t you? like it when i call you my good girl?” she nodded. “speak up.” you ordered.

“yeah.”

“of course you do…” you cooed, taking the hair out of her face. “then earn it. make me feel good.” that’s all she needed to go back in between your legs, sucking and making out dirtily with your pussy. “just like that. atta girl.” abby moaned, her hips rutting against the sheets in need of friction. “use your fingers, come on.” one of her hands came in between your legs, her middle fingers prodding at your hole before slowly pushing in, making you sigh in pleasure.

she started to slowly pump it in and out, relishing in your breathy moans and grunts as she sucked on your clit, after a couple of minutes pushing in a second. wet squelches coming from your pussy taking her thick fingers filled your room, along with her hums and your groans.

“good girl abby, fuck, good fucking girl.” she was eating you like a starved woman, hungry for more. she couldn’t get enough of it. of your taste. of you. “i’m gonna cum. you’re gonna make me cum so hard…” your hips were subconscious rutting against her mouth, chasing your upcoming orgasm. she only curled her fingers faster, sucked harder, until she felt it; the squeezing of your walls around her fingers and your thighs against her face and the cum coating her fingers and tongue. she hummed, suckling and slurping on your juices, on every last drop, making a mess out of her cheeks, lips and chin until you pushed her away due to the overstimulation, pulling from her blonde hair. her hazy blue eyes looked at you, and your heart shuttered. you pulled from her so she could lay on top of you. “so pussy drunk… did you like it baby? liked eating my pussy?” she nodded, opening her mouth for you when you kissed her, feeling your hands cup her ass to thrust her against your pussy, making the two of you moan. “why don’t i teach you what else girls can do, hm?”

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a/n;🤭

[mellowumbra]

~Beautiful edges~

An alpha!Abbywerewolf! x afab!omega!reader

SMUT SMIT SMUT MDNI

will have smut, like prolly gon be nasty need holy water smut. plot! slowish burn. alpha, only female alpha you've ever met. Smut is not under the cut but will be expressed!

⚠️ warnings: porn with plot!! dom!sub dynamic, breeding(r!receiving), vulgar words, VULGARITY, descriptions of genitalia, breeding kink, werewolfheat/rut! overstimulation (r!receiving) power and strength kink

Shummary: meeting an alpha was easy. Trying not to fall in love with one? Harder than it looks.

Here is to ALL YALL freaky sob's that just want to see Abby as a werewolf,,,, I love y'all so much

Also I'm SO SORRY THIS TOOK MY MONTHS FORGIVE ME

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Relocating to the WLF had taken some time to feel somewhat normal and you owed your life to them. You were accepted as one of them, when you were first alone and near death. Omega's in the wilderness alone was a death sentence, but you managed to make your life here wonderfully enjoyable. As close as normal got, it all flew straight out the window when you met Abby Anderson.

Was it strange to meet a female alpha with unbridled power, skill, and rage? Absolutely. Did she scare the ever loving shit out of you? Absolutely. But that didn't stop you from perking your ears to listen every time her name was mentioned.

Abby was a force of nature, she commanded respect without needing to utter a single word. Six feet of muscle and piercing blue eyes that glowed gold and opulent when her wolf appeared. Everyone in the WLF knew about Abby, and were either terrified, infatuated, or a little bit of both. She worked for Isaac, as she was trained and worked like a dog in combat. She led the most dangerous of patrols under Isaac, the man who allowed the WLF to keep you safe, who sent her out to do his worst work.

Being an unmated alpha made it even more..interesting...

As soon as her name entered your airspace, words passed around about the alpha's skills during her rut. You could not stop the onslaught of other companions dishing tidbits during these conversations. Hell you couldn't go anywhere in the past two weeks and not hear about Abby Anderson, the most "skilled" alpha in the entire WLF. You were even more curious to why a female inherited an alpha title. You wondered why you hadn't heard her name sooner, and you soon figured out why. Abby had been in a relationship, and a serious one at that. But, that was over, from what the other omegas in your rounds gossiped about. You were surprised to hear that Abby had been dating a male, a one of almost equal rank as her. Her most recent "pursuits" were women.

You rolled your eyes at Arya's gossip and finished suturing a deep abdomen wound from your most recent patient. The man smiled at you, thanking you for the dressings and ointment. "Hey y/n," Arya says, your other medical assistant and friend catches your attention.

"Yeah? Whatcha need," you ask, wiping down your med tray and discarding a dirty needle.

Arya then asks you if you need to stay longer or if you need to head out. You reply no, you've got nowhere to be. Arya quickly discards her medical garb and ducks out, the sun already set. You sigh and work on seeing if anyone other WLF member needs to be attended to.

Something overpowering and strange enters your sense just after. It makes you stop, startled by the sudden thick air. A strong scent, almost hypnotizing. Abby Anderson is sitting on the bed across from you, blue eyes fixed on your figure. You start, now taken aback at how she appeared almost soundlessly.

"Jesus Anderson you scared the shit out of me," you swore, walking over to inspect a large shoulder wound running from her shoulder to mid bicep. Her muscles glisten with sweat, a now failing stitch job visible against her skin. Her honey hair in a signature loose braid, freckles dotting her neck and shoulders, clad in a gray tank top that exposes her skin to the blistering sun. "Sorry, is' just a habit," she breathes, "I didn't mean to startle you."

Her smile is dizzying but wanton, skin too white. She's in pain.

"It's alright, what are we looking at huh? A mighty alpha needing some help?" You tease, lifting her arm to assess her shitty patch job. Abby hissing at the pain or the figurative jab, you weren't sure.

You smile quietly, adding in a few words of "Alright gimme a second, I can fix you up."

"Thank you y/n, if I tell Manny that his stitch job was shit he'd take it personally," she chuckles dryly to avoid the grimace of you cleaning her wound with alcohol.

The stench almost clears your nostrils of her overpowering scent, almost. With a steady hand, you begin to swiftly move a needle through her flesh. The skin gave way easy to the needle, signalling she must've avoided coming here for a few hours, at least.

"You avoided coming in here, at least since before dinner," you say brazenly.

Abby puffs a quick breath through her nose, unhappy with the answer you've settled on.

"Maybe I did."

You can feel her eyes on you, this whole time. She follows the movements of your fingers, you can hear her nose purposefully inhale quickly at least once, and your cheeks heat at the sudden interest she's taken in you. Her scent is making your mind do flips, alphaalphaalphaalpha repeating in your head by your unhelpful wolf. Your hands almost shaky by the end, Abby rolls her shoulder with the new bandage applied.

"Keep that one for at least the next 2 days, or until you've noticed its leaked through your bandage. Keep it as dry and clean as possible," you instruct.

Abby just flashes you a blinding smile. "You do a good job, I feel better already. Thanks doll," she flashes a wink at you, smirk in her eyes.

That wink makes your ears turn red, palms suddenly sweaty. You roll your eyes to act nonchalant, placing a narcotic in her hand.

"Take these no less than 12 hours apart with food, and I mean it Anderson, with food," you say, fingers brushing one another's as you close her fingers around the pills. A resounding shock zaps through your fingers as fast as lightning, snapping her head up at you. Her eyes flash red just as fast, replaced by their usual blue.

Your eyes are wide, hand zinging from some unseen energy. Abby thanks you silently with a nod, hands stuffed in her pockets, and rushes off.

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Ever since that day in the infirmary, Abby is never out of your sight. During inventory rounds with your other med students, led my Abby's surgeon father, Dr. Anderson. She's always just looming. Your friends start to ask questions when the blonde walks into the infirmary one day, looking as healthy as ever.

You stare curiously as catch her eye, when she throws another wink at you. All your other friends blush and try to look busy.

"You don't look in pain Anderson?" You question, raising an eyebrow.

"No," she chuckles, "but I do want to ask if you had any extra isopropyl alcohol on you? One of my buddies managed to get blood all over a cell, and we need a cleanup," she says, so casually.

You start, but manage to stutter out a response.

"Um y-yeah we have some but it's not here yet, I can bring it to you in an hour or so?" You question, to which she just nods and winks at you.

"Find me in the FOB on the first floor sugar!" She calls out, leaving you a blushing mess.

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Some time later, alcohol in hand, you make your way to the FOB, when a sharp pain in your abdomen makes you lean against a wall in a back hallway. You shake your head, trying to clear your head as your wolf has taken over, screaming for help. Panic ensues. You know any willing male werewolf will hear you, and you sink into a corner.

Someone rounds the corner, and you can't see who it is as your vision is blurry with tears. You turn your head away to ease the embarrassment. The same overpowering scent you remember from two weeks ago invades your mind, and your wolf goes nuts. It's Abby, and she knows exactly what's happening.

SMUT I REPEAT SMUT

"I'm so sorry please don't come closer pleaseAbby," you beg through near tears, your heat blinding and painful. Quick breaths through your nose accompanied with full body shakes makes Abby growl lowly. She knew you needed to be claimed, the pain unbearable for her future mate to endure. A rumble in her throat makes you tilt your head towards the ceiling, breaths coming in faster. That growl is pure power, pure dominance. The fear in your heart of her power comes through your eyes and Abby realizes your fear, and it hurts. Your intoxicating scent fills her nose like a fog, your fight against a need to be taken care of slowly failing. Your heat and scent flies down to Abby's pelvis, unable to stop the whirlwind of arousal she feels.

"Hey, hey look at me," she commands, power still in her voice. She's knelt to your eye level. Don't be sorry baby. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise y/n, I promise. Please, let me take you somewhere safer," Abby begs. Alphas don't beg, they command. Her beg, plea has you staring in her eyes, desperate to believe her.

You pant, fear still swirling in your eyes. Abby just offers her hands, warm and calloused. After not saying anything, she slowly lifts you into her arms. Eyes lidded, mouth slightly parted, your heat addled brain screams at the feeling of power and protection. You can't help but inhale deeply at her scent, your core aching for more. Abby slips you into her room.

"Y/n, please," Abby begs. "I want to help you." Her eyes are a tinge of gold, showing her alpha side. She puts her forehead gently to yours. "I know you have feelings for me," she breathes. "But I won't do a thing unless you say it's okay."

Tears streaming down your cheeks, your eyes widen in surprise. You're lucid for just a second. "Oh god Abby, I-I don't know what to say," you groan, embarrassed. Your heat is blinding, a near total body and mind need to just be taken care of.

"I won't do anything you don't want baby," she cooes, her pet name undoing your resolve.

You take a deep breath and swallow, knowing that all you've wanted is for Abby to make you hers. And only hers.

"I want to be yours. I want to be only yours," you admit, cheeks darkening. "Please tell me you feel this as strongly as I do," you rush out, fully vulnerable.

Abby's turn to be wide eyed is short lived before she lands her lips on yours, desperate and hungry. "I want nothing more then to make you my mate. I- want- nothing more -than to fuck you into -this bed- for hours," she groans as you moan into her mouth. Her lips are warm, your arms reaching out to tangle in her blond hair. Your heat is begging, burning like a fire under your skin. You whine pitifully, Abby now fully aware of your need.

"I know darling, I know," she whispers. Abby lays you down on her bed, kissing you with a new ferocity that made you tug at her clothes. Feeling her strong abs run over your now bare chest made you bite her lip, a low growl coming from Abby's throat. Her mouth kisses down your neck and reaches the softness of your chest. With lips and tongue, she sucks your nipple between her teeth, licking it as it grows in need. Moaning at this was music to your alpha's ears. Your breasts are damp with spit and raised pink nipples fall in her mouth as she attends to one after the other.

She pulls your pants off, letting your heat racked body shiver at the sudden coolness. Her eyes flash a deep gold now, looking you over, a wanting moan leaving her lips.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to see you like this, how long I've been wanting to do this with you," she groans, the obvious bulge in her cargo pants making your mouth water and brain go fuzzy at her words. Her hands sink into your skin, pulling the flesh as she drags her hands down your stomach and over your thighs. Your cunt is wet, glazed over with slick and need. Pink lips swollen at the want of satiation. She kisses you, hand reaching down to palm you, gathering your wetness along her fingers. Your pants have turned into whimpers, into breathy moans.

"You're so wet for me, my precious mate," she cooes, dominance leaking through her words. "I wonder how wet you'll be when I sink my cock into your wanting pussy," you moan at her words, pulling off her pants. A small gasp leaves your lips as her member springs out of her boxers.

"That is a dick of an alpha for sure," you breathe out, hearing Abby chuckle darkly at your surprise. Its shaft covered in small veins, her pink head leaking precum at the sight of your naked body. Abby leans forward on her elbows, soaking up more of your slick on her cockhead, her kisses to your lips bruising. Your scent is making her drunk, the end goal of this mating lost. Ignoring her own desperation, Abby sinks below your waist and licks a long slow strip up your center, capturing your clit in her mouth to softly suck.

"I'm not fucking you stupid until your come all over my face, my pretty mate" Abby groans.

Her name leaves your lips in a yelp, unfettered moans follow. Her tongue is masterful, her lips covered in your shiny arousal. Up and down she moves her tongue, taking time to let herself tongue fuck you, dipping into your wetness. Latching onto your clit, she sucks soft pressure and swirls her tongue. With nothing to grab onto, you resign to tugging at your alpha's long blonde locks, legs high above your head, resting on her shoulders. The muscles in her back flex and stretch as she fucks you.

"Abby, o-o-oh fuck Abby baby pleaseplease alpha please," you moan and moan, dragging your hands through her hair.

At the mention of her title, Abby growls and picks up her pace. You feel the band in your belly tighten and snap within seconds as your orgasm washes over you in a blissful wave. Your toes curl and back arches off the bed, head thrown back in a long and loud moan. Abby continues to fuck your aching cunt into overstimulation, your legs shaking and breath uneven.

"Baby, baby I can't-can't take it anymore," you whine and moan. Abby doesn't stop but unlatches herself and slaps your pussy lightly with her palm.

"You're going to take what i give you angel, and you're gonna say thank you alpha," she hums and holds your jaw with her hand. "Okay baby?" She asks.

"Yes baby," you say softly, lips puffy as Abby captures them in a deep kiss.

"Thank you alpha," you admit shyly, peeking at her reaction through your lashes. Her breathing is ragged, hair undone and messy. Her eyes are a fierce gold, desire evident.

It didn't even take a minute before she slowly sinks herself into you, squelching sounds accompanied. Snapping up her head to you, she examines your features for any sign of pain. Your eyes are half open, lips parted in an O.

"Are you hurt?" She questions, stilling inside. You slowly shake your head, gripping her shoulders and wrapping your legs around her waist. With that, Abby slowly moves through your now sopping cunt. Her breath is short, focusing on not coming too early. You wrap around her like a vice.

"Fuck-fuck fuck baby you're so wet, so tight so warm you're so perfectfuck you are soperfect," Abby moans.

You moan at her praise, tangling your fingers in her hair, reveling in the closeness of your skin. Held up by her strong arms, the muscles in her biceps flex by your head.

"Hold on tight princes," Abby whispers into your ear, nipping at the skin.

Her thrusts start slow and languid, drawing out loud moans at each bury inside you. Your moans only get louder as her Hips snap back into yours at a near brutal pace, relishing in the wet sound of skin on skin. Abby examines your fucked out state of bouncing breasts, loud breathy moans and profanity.

"Fuck Abby fuck ABBY fuckfuckfuck my alpha fuck my alpha," you moan out, whining at the feeling of her cock stretching your walls to a beautiful feeling.

"Markmemarkmeplease baby breed me please baby please," you whine out, surprising Abby at your vulgar confession.

"Yeah baby? Fuck you'resofuckingwet, you take my cock so good baby you want my pups baby? Want me to breed you like a good puppy?" Abby moans, as the slap of wet skin fills the room.

"I bet you'd like me to breed you, huh baby?" Your fucked out smile gives her the answer she needs. "Yes abby please baby breed me please don't stop," you whine.

"Dirty girl, I knew you'd like that," Abby seethes as she bites your neck, sweat on her brow.

"You wanna be all round and fuckin full for me?"

"please Abby please baby yes yes yes!" you exhale a loud moan from your chest, as she leans forward to kiss you hungrily.

In a fast motion, she flips you on your belly, arching your back and pressing your cheek into the soft mattress. Your ass on display as she spreads you to see the slick drip down your thighs. You shake your ass slowly, all shame gone, wanting to be bred like a bitch in heat.

Her hands find your hips again, fucking into your cunt immediately like the world was ending. Muffled moans and screams come from your lips, Abby moaning at your soaking pussy sucking her in and milking her cock for all it was worth. Listening to your moans go up in pitch and your cunt get tighter and tighter told Abby you were so close to coming.

"You'gon come for me baby? Come all over my cock baby, c'mon you can do it. Cream all over my cock my good puppy," she rushes out, hands pulling you back to bounce on her dick.

"Fuck-ff-fuckfuck Abby I'm gon come 'my god I'm gonna come," your legs shake and let your orgasm push Abby into hers. Abby grabs your stretched out hand and squeezes it, to ground you. White hot pleasure consumes you and the heartbeat between your legs races.

You yell her name and moan a loud FUCK, drool sticking to the side of your cheek.

But abby wasn't done yet, your pleasure just comes first.

Abby's groans grow higher and higher, as your pussy pulses around her. As she feels you completely tighten around her, Abby's orgasm explodes. She feels her cock swell and a euphoric feeling washes over at the feeling of her breeding you completely full.

"Fuck baby, fuck baby ohgod," Abby moans as she collapses against your sweat drenched skin. You moan back weakly, shivering at her slow kisses up your back.

"You're so beautiful baby, gonna be so beautiful for me," Abby whispers, pulling out slowly to your disappointment.

"Fuck princess look at you," the alpha groaned, skilled fingers pulling your puffy pink lips apart to watch her cum drip out of your overstimulated pussy. You whine again, sensitive to her touch.

She coos, kissing the swell of your ass cheek.

"Come here princess let me hold you," Abby coaxes, slowing moving your body to lay between her legs. She softly kneads your back as you lay, breathing in her scent. Soft kisses to your forehead manage to lull you into a dreamlike state.

"Rest my precious mate, I've got you baby," Abby breathes, wrapping her strong arms around your figure.

Maybe falling in love with an alpha isn't hard after all.

[seattlesellie]

Ellie n abby eat ass I jus know it. Lmk what/how u think they go abt it

this was supposed to be a blurb. i swear to god.

abby ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚: baby blue

abby swears she likes patrols. she swears she does. they make her feel powerful, important, leave her panting with rushes of adrenaline coursing through her veins. she swears she likes them, but lately, her favorite thing about patrol started being coming home to you. seeing the look on your face, how your eyes light up, how you immediately pounce on her begging for a hug. your smell, your delicate hands trailing shapes down her stomach while she tells you about all the things she saw, all the things she killed. the best thing, however, were the things she brought. a delicate flower, a silly pin, a teddybear, anything that reminded her of you - she’d claim as hers. with her hands covered in blood, the sight of her large arms holding a pink duck plushie was borderline comedic. this one time, she even brought you a “cool looking rock” that she was so ashamed to gift you, but you ended up it putting beneath your pillow. everything she brought you was so special, so you, so abby.

last patrol, abby swore she met jesus. for abby, jesus wasnt the tiny pale blue skirt. jesus was you wearing it. when she found the fabric under a big pile of dusty clothes, her eye’s completely lit up. “oh shit” she muttered, a huge grin on her face, making manny side eye her so bluntly. the abby, the war machine, was giddy over a pale blue skirt?

“its not for me” was all she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

it was a wednesday afternoon, and abby was on patrol. again. the fact is, being without abby was like being without your very own source of holy water. her absence left you wandering around the wlf base like an aimless puppy, searching for stuff to do. one moment you were wandering the cafeteria, and five minutes later, you found yourself laying on top of one the gym benches, counting the cracks on the wall and trailing their shapes on your stomach.

“hey” you heard a familiar voice peaking behind you.

“oh- hey maya” you said, chirpy as ever. “whatcha doing?” the brunette responded, leaning on the wall near you. “nothing much… just laying here” you said with a smile, and got up to face her. “nice skirt” she said, visibly looking you up and down. getting looks from people wasnt new to you. whether it was for your looks, or the fault of your girlfriend, being looked at by curious eyes wasnt an exactly unfamiliar experience.

“thanks, abby got it for me on patrol” you responded with a big smile. talking about her always made you get like this. giddy, smiley, blushing.

“course she did” the brunette scoffed, gave you another piercing look and smiled. you let out a small sigh, suddenly feeling vulnerable at the amount of skin showing. to say that skirt was skimpy would be an understatement. “you look good” she retreated, and licked her lips slightly. you werent stupid, you knew people wanted you. but people also knew better than to mess with abbys girl. what you did notice, was maya’s advances at you. what you didnt, was abby standing in the corner of the gym’s entrance, examining you.

“leave her alone for 5 fucking minutes” she muttered under her breath and scoffed to herself. the jealousy was flooding her, but abby was a stern woman. with herself, and with other people. she knew how to manage herself, how to control her emotions, which is why she knew how to stop herself from ripping the girl to shreds, leaving her a mess on the floor.

slowly, she walked towards you.

big hands wrapped across your waist, startling you, making your breath hitch.

“abs!” you almost screeched. she smelled like wood and pine, she smelled like abby, your abby.

“hey there” she said sofly, still hugging you from behind, planting a delicate, soft kiss on top of your shoulder, squeezing you. abby couldnt help but glare at the girl in front of you, not breaking her eye contact. if that look had a name, it would be the “i’m gonna fucking strangle you” look. the girl rocked from one foot to the other, visibly perplexed. “nice catching up”, she mumbled.

“abs, think you scared her…” you said, turning around to face her. her icy blue eyes were burning through you. uh oh.

“yeah yeah” she scoffed, and immediately dropped her hands from your waist. one moment, she was hugging you. the next, she was benching.

“wh… not even gonna give me a kiss?” you asked, looking lost and confused. not even a kiss?

“mmph” she scoffed, yet again, while lifting another weight. her biceps were bulging through her shirt, shirt slightly hitching up with every lift, exposing her toned, beautiful v- line to you. if you didnt have any self respect, youd be drooling all over your shirt right now.

“abbyy? hello?” you stepped forward and waved your hand across her face. she immediately dropped the weights down to the floor, got closer to you, and whispered in your ear, not touching you for even a second. “that skirt?” she eyed you up and down, like she was examining her prey. “what?” you questioned, slightly pouting at her stern gaze.

“thats what you get up to when im not here?”

it all clicked now. you took a step forward, and said; “maybe if you didnt leave me…” and rolled your eyes at her. she immediately opened her eyes widely, perplexed at your sudden rush of courage. abby hated when you disrespected her. abby hated your eye rolling habit even more.

“what did you just say?” she said, squinting her eyebrows slightly. you took a step back, but if one moment you were in front of her, at the next one, in the speed of light, she grabbed your wrist forcefully and started dragging you behind her. she was walking so fast, her steps so big compared to yours, you basically had to skip to catch up with her. her grip became tighter and tighter, and by the moment you left the gym, she was practically walking you like a dog.

as soon as you stepped inside the cafeteria, someone had the audacity to approach abby. “hey ab-“ the friendly voice said. “not now” she was almost growling. her grip was hurting you, leaving red marks.

“ouch- abby- that hurts” what was she doing? she stopped right in her tracks, turned you around to face her, and her gaze softened for a moment. she grabbed your wrist, planted a soft kiss while maintaining eye contact, and a moment later continued with her dragging.

usually, walking from the gym to her room would take you 15 minutes. today, it took 8.

she opened the door with her key, hand still grabbing your wrist.

as she opened the door, she practically slammed you across it, almost kicking you to her room. “wha-“ was all you could mutter, before she closed the door with a bang, and pushed you on the door, grabbing both of your wrists now. you could feel her hot breath against your neck, and you couldnt help but arch your back, popping your ass ever so slightly. that act made abby let out a mean chuckle. “slut” she whispered to you, but it was more for her to hear.

she pushed up against you, her strong chest slamming you further against the door.

“its like that, yeah?” she whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you couldnt help but whimper. “like what?” you whined.

“like you want everyone to see you, huh?” she cood, leaving you breathless beneath her frame.

“want everyone to see whats mine?”

she whispered against you, hers.

“n- no abby…” you whined, as your cunt started to ache. you felt suddenly so embarrassed, so vulnerable cheeks heating up.

she started panting, getting all worked up from hearing you whine against her. if she wasnt so mad, shed turn you around, make you face her. shed wanna look into your eyes, see you. but she cant, she just wants to ruin you now, ruin you for anyone else but her.

her hand started going further and further up your shirt, and she felt so warm, her hands so big and calloused against your soft skin. she forcefully ripped the lace bra (that she got you) away from your breasts, pinched your nipples harshly, and began toying with them as if they belonged only to her. you moaned at her touch, releasing a sound so loud it could make the entire base explode. could people hear you? yes. did abby give a fuck? absolutely not.

“want everyone to see your ass, huh?” she tsks, as she shamelessly pushed her crotch against your ass, making you whimper.

“n-no abby…” you whispered. abby yanked your hair down, releasing a choked up moan from your lips. that moan mafe her cunt ache just as much as yours.

she sighed, and demanded your answer. “whos ass is this?” she slapped both of your ass cheeks harshly, making you almost scream. yeah, thats gonna leave a mark, she thought.

“s’yours abby” you yelped. her body was so hot against yours, so rough and forceful you could almost see stars.

“who owns this ass?” she asked, bringing both of her hands to wrap around your neck, and your throat felt like it was fucking burning, holding on to your lungs, not letting you breathe in the slightest.

“answer me” she grunted, trailing bite marks down your back.

“you!” you whispered, all choked up, feeling the hot tears leaking from your face. your cunt ached for friction, just something to feel your clit grind against.

you almost say it, almost tell her, how much your pussy needs her, how wet shes making you, how deeply you want to get fucked, but all that comes out of your mouth are desperate little moans and breaths that make abby’s head spin.

“need to hear you say it” she grunts, drops her hands from your throat and lands another harsh slap on your ass, one that leaves her hand practically vibrating.

youre full on mumbling now, drunk on her touch. “you own this ass abby” and fuck, if hearing those words didnt kill her.

she immediately dropped down to her knees, and before you know it, shes yanking your panties down from your aching cunt, the fabric leaving a burn mark on your inner thigh. “ahh abby- ab- abby” you moan incoherent. “thats right, just like that” she said in a high pitched voice, almost desperate.

“my fucking ass” she mumbles to herself, and the next thing you know shes parting your asscheeks with her rough hands so hard you could almost tear in half.

the sight made her breath hitch, and when she finally managed to steady her breathing, a deep sigh escapes her lips. your ass spread open like this for her, the fact that she can see everything leads her to moan and clench her thighs together.

she spat out a huge glob, and as youre whimpering and backing your ass up for her, she starts rubbing the spit on your tightest hole, making it glisten, making the spit run down your thighs like diamonds. “please abby…” you whine. it feels so fucking good but you need more - her hot breaths are caressing your hole, making you clench tight.

she slowly starts rubbing her pointer finger up and down your slit, making your knees buck. you almost fall down from the pleasure, almost crumble beneath her, but her free hand is holding down your ankle not letting you move in the slightest, gluing you to the ground.

suddenly, you feel the warmth of her tongue on your tight little hole. shes growling in it, cupping her cunt because she just couldnt help herself. her tongue goes up and down, and then right inside you, and your mind goes completely numb, fucked out of your ass.

“mmhhm” she mumbles. “so fucking good”, and it sounds animalistic. her hand leaves her core, and she gives you another harsh slap, grabbing your asscheek and smothering it with her hand, kneading it like soft dough, jiggling it like her life depends on it.

her tongue moves from your tight hole to the hole of your pussy, slurping up all of the juices youre leaking, combined with her globs of spit. the sounds of harsh slurping and moaning are leaving her mouth and you feel like youre gonna come undone from just her tongue deep in your ass, and then - she stops. all the contact is gone, leaving you breathless, scratching the door.

“wh- wh” you started panting uncontrollably. you wanted to ask her what she was doing. why did she stop. you couldnt even speak. she got up, not even bothering to clean up the mess that was running down her chin, making it sticky and warm.

“gonna split you in half” she says, and you swore you were gone.

[youronlylie]

I NEED to go on a rant about something, Tlou2 Abby haters are actually something else like.. did you NOT play the game??

In all reality Ellie is the one who takes it too far, she kills everyone close to Abby and wipes out nearly an entire state, she's driven by this thirsty bloodshed for revenge, pushing the ones closest to her away.

Abby makes it her goal to strike revenge on one individual joel, she SPARES ellie and Tommy. All Abby ever wanted to accomplish was a simple well deserved revenge, Joel is by far means not a good person, never the hero, he was human and committed some terrible shit that came back and bit him in the ass.

Abby, is a very well thought out character, her and ellie being direct parallels make the story so much deeper, how can you not sympathize with the both of them? Ellie was on the verge of forgiving Joel after two years of not talking, then he was stolen from her, just like how Abbys father was ripped from her hands.

Another thing, I understand how people are upset by how quickly Abby adopted lev but the way I think about it, it's like Abby at the time sort of feels pushed out of her group just like ellie, she brutally tortured Joel and that had let people have a different perception about her, at the point her and Lev meet she's almost murdered by some scar, LEV helps her and since he's younger I'd obviously think Abby feels some sort of parental responsibility to Lev. Yes its like some sort of betrayal to the wlf but what else was she supposed to do? I think a deeper part of her was curious about the scars, attempting to understand their diverse cultish behavior.

Idk I have more but this was just some of what I knew I had to type out.

[coeurify]

i want to kiss abby when she's all bloody.. blood drippin from her nose.. running down her pretty lips,, yeah

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ under the cut. nothin too crazy, i stopped myself.

The moment Abby stepped onto the dirt of the WLF base, you ran.

All day had been spent tapping your shoes against the ground, fingers pulling nervously at your sleeves as you tried to listen in to what other soldiers were saying about Abby’s outing to another area of Seattle.

Half way through the morning, when the air was heavy with the impending rain— you had heard someone mention that Abby and the others had gone AWOL. No one knew where they were, if they were ok, what they were doing. You shot into panic mode immediately, pushing through soldiers and the gossipers to try and get more information. With nothing to your name but being a medic’s assistant and Abby’s girlfriend.. you were shooed away and told not to worry.

So you sat near the gates like a dog waiting for its owner, ears focused in on any small talk about the situation that soldiers coming and going may have. Your stomach was twisting all fucking day, and no curious glances or attempts to get you to go do something other than pick at the wood of the make-shift bench worked.

The sun was setting when you got the next word, indiscernible mutters about medics being needed, and a few “Jesus they really got fucked up,” from the more annoying group of WLFs. Your head cocked immediately to the gate, which opened slowly.

And there stood Abby. The braid you had woven through her hair this morning was fucked beyond belief, strands sticking out from eveywhere. She rolls her shoulders back, looking displeased from whatever had happened. Her shirt is ripped slightly, stained with dark colors you cant quite make out.

She was bleeding, you notice next. From a cut on her cheek, and a still dripping bloody nose. It made your vision go haywire with worry.. and something you would push deep down inside of you. Your stomach flipped in its spot in your body as you stood from the bench.

You ran. Up on scrambling feet you pressed through groups of tall men who swore at your harshness. Making it straight to the front where people were surrounding the badly beaten group. You watched as Abby flexed her hand, showing the bruises there, and you crashed into her.

The blonde barely moved at the impact, huffing and glancing down to where your head was pressed into her steady chest. “Hi to you too, doll.”

You mumble something Abby can't understand before pressing to your tippy toes and backing up a bit so you can grip her cheeks. Her blue eyes follow you, blinking as the blood from the gash on her cheek bone stains your fingers.

“I was worried sick, Abs,” you pout, “No word all day!”

“Thought I told you to stop being all nosy about my assignments.. I always come home dont I?” Abby mumbles, not unkindly— but still commanding. The sort of tone that makes you weak in the knees and almost forget about the worry pinching at your neck all day. You almost apologize before she continues speaking.

“I'm fine. We just ran into a few nasty groups of trespassers. But I dealt with them..” The blonde finishes, her tone just a bit on the cocky side. Her large hand came to wrap at your waist, easily tugging you close.

The way she says it so simply makes you shiver, thinking of how many people she may have taken down.. just to be left with only a bloody nose and a few bruises. A fire swooped in your chest just from the thought of that, and you press your heels into the dirt.

Right on cue with your hammering pulse, Abby squeezed your side gently, bruised fingers reaching easily across your hip. It sends you further down the path you definitely should avoid in front of all these people. It only worsened when she sniffled, causing the blood to drip down over her lip. The way the red paints over the pink flesh has you wanting to lean forward and lick it up.

The realization makes you blink hard a few times, almost ashamed before her tongue peaks out to lick it away herself.

A blinding mixture of heat and overwhelming calmness you feel knowing that she was alright causes you to make a move before your brain can catch onto the actions, pressing forward with purpose as you catch her lips. Abby makes one slight noise of confusion before hoisting your body closer to her, taking lead in the wet kiss.

You taste metallic on your tongue before the familiarity of Abby’s lips, bitter against your teeth when you part your mouth to allow her more access. Its sticky on your upper lip, warm against the flesh.. and you just don't give a fuck. Seemingly neither does Abby, who is all too happy to continue the public display of affection (for once.)

The drip from her nose starts to stop when a voice scoffs behind you, “Get a room you vampire,” Owen, fucking Owen of all people, causes Abby’s face to break away from your own.

Her lips are a nasty sort of wet red now, droplets smeared across the small space between her nose and lip and then off to the side. “Was just worried about her,” you mutter to the man as he walks away, saying something under his breath.

Abby rolls her eyes, leaning forward with her thumb, swiping the pad of it across your lip. It leaves the skin a light sort of red, flushing you. You were sure you looked some sort of fucked up right now, your girlfriend’s blood smeared on your chin and lips.

You didn’t mind it though, your own palm reaching up to rid yourself of any left over. You were too worried all day about Abby to really care about how messy the first kiss after she got back had been.

And honestly, you both liked it messy.

[risingsh0t]

hi alyssa i hope your well !! i was thinking L and Y for the oc initials asks if ur still taking these!!!! 🥀💌☺️

thank you leg!! <333

logan campbell: tlou. a mess of a person! he was married to his high school sweetheart, but after she was bitten he attempted to keep her around in hopes that a cure would be created. she managed to escape and (he thinks) killed someone. he's so ashamed of this that he literally tells no one and becomes a closed off soldier in the WLF. however, his mentorship of cyrus (my other oc) softens him Slightly, as he comes to see him as a lowkey son...and falling for olga (your girlie 💕) when he's given the job to protect her, softens him even more. he's still a difficult man to talk to and frankly, a pain in the ass. i have so much respect for the people that put up with him lmaoo, but they make him try harder <3

liana rahayu: dbd. a mortician from ferndale, ca. she worked at her family's funeral home before she was swept away to the realm. before the entity took her, liana had just been responsible for her father's body after he suddenly died (unfortunately they're the closest funeral home around), so that makes it even more difficult to say the least! it gets complicated in the realm bc she crosses paths with an alternate version of herself, one who packed up after her father's death and met danny johnson. but it's not all bad bc she also meets toby 💕 (@auricfog :3)

yaz scarlet: scarlet hollow. very adventurous and outgoing (maybe to a fault, considering the circumstances). she runs an online crochet business that she put on hold to visit her cousin in scarlet hollow. she's a big reader which has made her naturally curious and she can talk to animals! her curiosity and new friends have made it hard to leave, bc she's determined to get answers, but genuinely she'd just love to leave and be safe with kaneeka.

yvaine dibra: vtm. brujah embraced in albania in the mid-1800s. never knew her sire and it fueled her anger that she had to figure out her situation alone. she eventually meets aurelie (@auricfog again 🫶) and becomes her bodyguard (and gf hehe). this pretty much becomes her main priority. she associates with others only to the extent that's needed. through aurelie she does form a begrudging respect and bond with arthur (yours again 🫶), but that's about it. but she has developed an interest in studying biodiversity. she has a pet tortoise and toad.

[caitsyoi]

Despite some things that make me super hesitant about TLOU season 2, I was still excited about the little teaser we got. That part of me that is excited to see how the game translates to the show just can't be resisted, I guess.

So anyway, I'm putting my thoughts about the teaser under the cut for spoiler reasons (and so I don't take up the whole dashboard).

Bullet points just because.

I love Catherine O'Hara and I am excited she is in this. However, I'll be a little disappointed if they don't keep that conversation between Tommy and Joel from the beginning of the game. Although maybe this was a fake out and those are clips from two different scenes. Although I think I read that Catherine would be playing someone in Jackson. Maybe they felt the need to address the leadership structure of Jackson, idk.

I thought it was cool that the first scene from the teaser is almost an exact match to that trailer for the game. Always loved that shot Ellie at the dance. Crooked Still better be in the show, dammit.

That shot of Ellie's half finished tattoo tells me we will get Finding Strings. I love the look and atmosphere of that level, and I can't wait to see how they do it in the show. I hope I will like it! I struggled with the first season, in that I had a hard trouble separating it from my love of the game. I'm excited to see it in a different medium, but at the same time, I think I will always just love the game version better. Anyway, this kinda became a ramble. They better include Cat in the show, which is all I'm saying.

Unless they skip Finding Strings all together and that shot is from Ellie's return to the hospital.

Speaking of which, what is that show of Ellie screaming? It looks like she is in a hospital? Flashback, or maybe a dream? Or after the Joel incident? But if so, why isn't her face all bruised and bloody? This was by far the shot I am most curious about.

The horde attacking Jackson directly! I am actually super excited about this because I have wondered how Jackson would defend against that. I mean, I guess they would just shoot them, maybe use molotovs too. But yeah, I like getting more Jackson lore. There's also a shot of two people riding on horseback (think it as Joel and Tommy), so we must be still getting the patrols. I'm super curious as to how they'll do Joel's death. Also, we better get the weed den scene.

First look at Abby! I still wish they had gone with a more muscley woman like game Abby. The show version still looks good, from what I can see in that little shot. We'll see once it comes out though.

Also the first look at the seraphites!! Looks like a male and female scar brutes in the woods, which means we'll get the Abby hanging scene! Or at least we better. Still no look at Yara and Lev, but we have to get them this season if that scene is in it. I wonder when we will get the casting info.

Dina crying with a gun and a lantern. My guess is Joel's death related? I really have no idea though. The actress for Dina did a good job in another movie I saw. I'm interested to see what she does in this role.

Ellie running and just spraying that rifle at something or someone! I'm assuming we'll just get the prologue and Ellie's Seattle day 1 this season. So this could be from either of those, although it looks like she is wearing her Seattle outfit, so this has to be from her encounters with the WLF or something from the tunnels.

Speaking of tunnels, the last shot of the teaser is totally that one scene from the tunnels. The one where Ellie and Dina have to quickly shut the door on that clicker. I wonder if we'll get shamblers in the show. I just hope we see more infected overall.

Who is camped out on the side of that mountain! We can only see one person but there could be another in the tent. Unless that is a rock and not a tent. Anyway, that shot was super LOTRy.

I am so glad we got Jeffrey Wright back as Issac! I hope we get to see some of the scenes they cut!

Overall, I'm super curious as to what they will do in the show! If you are still here, thanks for reading!

[the-other-bird]

Because tradition now: thoughts on the new Tlou episode!

- every interaction between Ellie and Joel was wonderful and heartfelt, just those few scenes hit really, really hard and were very effective

- the escalator omg

- Ellie and Riley, I love them

- family as a reason for Riley to join the Fireflies and how she told Ellie, she still knew what having a family felt like while Ellie never had one and therefore couldn't miss it hit very hard, especially because now in the present Ellie is fighting to keep the person alive who became her family

- the infected in the doll shop was really effective. It makes a lot of sense that we don't have this constant hordes like in the game because this way they are actually menacing and dangerous. Surviving one clicker is hard already. Like one infected is enough to infect them both. I would love to see some more horror elements though

- I wanna know what happened at the 7/11 :D

- Ellie's and Riley's behaviour towards the dead guy is very telling. And makes sense. There's a certain apathy because they grew up in this kind of world, being confronted with death on many levels

- curious how they'll handle the Fireflies. Because Riley says they managed to liberate several QZs. We know they liberated Salt Lake City, but never saw what this actually means. They don't seem to have places like Jackson that are really functioning? So it's probably closer to what the WLF is doing? So I assume we'll see the ending being ambiguous.

- maybe that's just me, but I can't see Ellie willing to sacrifice herself for humanity willfully. Idk. But tbh I'm sure Jerry is full of sht and would never be able to make a vaccine or cure. Like right in the two first episodes we have two experts clearly state that there can't be a cure or vaccine. And that was when stuff still worked.

- very curious for the winter part and I really hope we get to see Joel snap.

[veronadragon]

Vidcund came back and due to me using Merola's time clock he came back before morning. I have the time clock set to 50% slower.

Other than that, nothing else really happened for the family other than Pascal adorably bathing Cressida and Vidcund popping out Achilles.

Not pictured here, Lazlo trying to get aliens to kidnap him too so he can have a green baby.

[euphorial-docx]

I know the tlou fandom is REALLY torn between the ending of the second game, and i know that you like it.

I've seen a lot of criticism from people who hate the ending but don't know any take on people who enjoy it so if you're down, can you do a little dive?

I'm just a casual enjoyer of the game but I like to see the different views and your analyses are often so passionate, it made me curious.

Of course there is no pressure, have a good day if you decide to ignore this question.

‼️SPOILERS FOR TLOU2 AND POSSIBLY FUTURE SEASONS OF THE SHOW!‼️

i feel that a lot of the people who dislike the ending don’t just dislike the ending. they dislike majority of what the game stands for, and from my own experience with people who dislike it, are very stubborn when it comes to the message and overall experience.

“stubborn” as in don’t give it a chance at all. are resistant to empathy towards characters like abby and owen and all the wlf and the seraphites, and sometimes even tommy and dina (which is crazy? dina literally did nothing wrong.) they let their anger prevent them from enjoying it as a story.

but that i think is a discussion for another time.

when only talking about the ending specifically, i like it a lot because it isn’t about ellie forgiving abby, it’s about ellie forgiving joel and forgiving herself for not doing that sooner.

of course ellie does hate abby, but i feel her motivations were more guilt-driven. she pushed joel away for so long, hated him for so long for what he did, and the final scene of the game is the culmination of all that.

at first, she sees that imagine of joel bloodied and beaten, and that drives her to force abby to fight her.

and at the end, she remembers her last conversation with joel, and decides to let abby go.

when ellie said “go. just take him.” to abby, i don’t think she was fully talking about lev. i think she was talking about joel.

throughout the game in her journal, you can see that she struggles with properly acknowledging and processing what happened to joel. she can’t draw his eyes— she can’t remember they look like and they she can’t look at them.

but after sparing abby, she can draw him. she draws his eyes, and she draws a complete image of him, and she draws him in a moment of peace instead of a moment of violence.

and then at the very very end, she cannot play the guitar like she used to— something she clung to while in seattle and whenever she felt she couldn’t talk about joel. the guitar almost brought up trauma for her, i think. but at the end, she leaves the guitar behind.

people often gravely misinterpret the ending, in my opinion. they get all pissed that ellie killed so many seraphites and wlf and abby’s friends, but then doesn’t kill abby, and it completely undermines the “violence bad” message they believe it has— which is just a very shallow reading of this story, and is often some weird kind of weaponized incompetence so they can feel justified in hating it for “legitimate” reasons (because let’s be honest, a lot of people that hate it are simply misogynistic and homophobic. that fraction of people who dislike it is unfortunately overwhelming.)

the story was never about “violence bad.” overall, the world of tlou is very neutral on violence. it’s everywhere, and it’s used for bad and it’s used for good, and it’s used just because it’s an option or it’s the last option, and it’s used selflessly and it’s also used selfishly— the game series was never a message about violence in and of itself.

i think the last of us part 2 is a great game about grief and compassion, how both those emotions can make us do things we normally wouldn’t, so how both those emotions can change who we are and how we perceive ourself— for better or for worse.

to me, it’s not truly about revenge, which is why i think a lot of people hate it. because ellie doesn’t kill everybody that hurt her like most expect from revenge stories.

instead, ellie learned to care for her grief in a way that abby didn’t learn until too late. we can see from abby that killing joel didn’t magically make her better. she still had nightmares, she still missed her dad, it didn’t fix things with owen, she was still grieving, and she was still lost. revenge didn’t do anything… until it perpetuated the cycle of it that got her friends killed.

when ellie decides to forgive herself and lets abby go, she effectively stops the (what could be endless) cycle of revenge they both were feeding.

(i’m sorry if this was a bit scattered. i tried to make sense, but i have so many Thoughts and Feelings about this game. it was almost impossible to be concise lol.)

[joels6string]

curious to know your opinion on abby since you are joel number 1 stan

Number one Joel stan 🥹😭🥹 it’s me, I’m the problem.

Me @ Abby and the WLF.

[booppooo]

Body Guard: Chapter Ten

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader Series

AN: we're nearing the end, hope you guys are still enjoying :) and as a quick reminder please never hesitate to send me some advice to better my writing!

Warnings: injury, arguing

Word Count: 1094

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For the first time in days they woke up warm.

The fire was reduced to toasty embers and the sun beaming through the warehouse windows was cozy. Y/n's leg still hurt, and if they didn't get the bullet out soon it would become gangrenous, but she felt good otherwise. Abby let her clean and re-suture her shoulder, and her eyes didn't leave Y/n's focused expression for a second.

All Abby could think about now was her intricate tattoo, Isaac had become secondary seeing as a war wasn't being waged, but she was still curious about the lack of a search party. Little did she know Isaac was on his feet again.

After Y/n helped Abby tug back on her shirt, the soldier noticed how swollen the doctors leg had gotten. As much as Y/n wanted to wait until they returned to the stadium, the pain in her leg and the fever creeping in her throat wasn't being masked well.

"Let me see your leg." Abby's eyes didn't leave Y/n's.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"Y/n-"

"Please. I told you I'm fine."

Lie after lie after lie. It seemed all Y/n did was fill Abby with false truths. When the time came to be honest, she wasn't sure her word would carry the honor it once did.

Both of them were too dehydrated and fatigued to carry on much longer. Abby would gladly toss the physician on her back and trek along, but her muscles were too weak and she didn't want to risk taunting her stitches. Luckily Abby scavenged a radio and began to tamper with it, hoping to hear word from the stadium. Y/n rested beside her, hands resting on her torso and gazing out one of the dusty windows.

"I don't understand why nobody has come for us yet. I know Isaac is probably dead but that doesn't mean everyone who isn't at the stadium shouldn't be brought back. There's no way those religious freaks found out yet." Radio static prevailed.

Enough was enough; Y/n was a doctor, her job was to save people, brutal honesty was a part of that.

"Abby," she winced sitting up, "I need to tell you something."

This wasn't a good lead, but Abby listened.

"Isaac...he's not dead. Mel did the surgery." A million questions bounced around in Abby's mind, "He sent me and you out to test your loyalty after going AWOL looking for Owen."

"Wh-what?" Abby was in disbelief.

"I-I'm sorry, I should've said something sooner but I was scared and so much had happened and-"

Anger simmered in the soldier's stomach, "All this time," - her fury burned hotter and hotter - "you kept your mouth shut because you were scared?!" Y/n cowered like a dog, her eyes already teary and red.

Abby stood from her spot on the floor and towered over Y/n. Here, the one person she had sacrificed nearly her life for, fought with all her might for, had betrayed her. The disappointment and rage boiling in her veins made her want to scream; she considered taking her items and leaving Y/n to fend for herself. A tear trickled down Y/n's petrified face and her lip trembled.

"I can't," Abby tightened her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut, "I can't do this."

There were so many things she couldn't do. She couldn't leave Y/n, but couldn't stand the sight of her. She couldn't be angry, but her anger somehow conquered her infatuation for Y/n. It took deception for Abby to admit her tenderness for the doctor to herself. And that tenderness was shredding her heart.

Not to mention the dismay she felt for having broken Isaac's trust. Since the day her face had appeared at the WLF, she had promised allegiance and the willingness to give her life for their cause - but years of dedicated were gone in the wind for her first love.

Abby stepped away and let her heart be heavy in the shadows, "My loyalty?" She huffed. Abby wasn't naive, she was too faithful and trusting, and all to show for it was backstabbing.

When her frustration and morose had settled, the blonde retuned to the radio. If one thing could turn her day around, it would be a clear signal. Y/n's back was to Abby as she worked, fearing if her eyes crossed her freckled cheeks she'd burst into tears. All she felt were shame and guilt. There were no words to regain Abby's trust nor the little friendship they had barely developed, but there was a way to ease the tension.

Y/n kept her back to Abby, "It hurt..." she started. She expected Abby's silence, "The needle was so hot at first. Then it was just the stabbing, then it was cold. I complained the whole time." She reminisced of her lover's smile, and let one of her own creep onto her lips. "I was convinced we were going to last forever, and I wanted the constant reminder of how we came to be.

She found the rose thriving over a soft patch of grass. It was by itself, no bush or other roses to keep it company. She cut it and gave it to me, then told me for the first time she loved me." Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, "I miss her everyday."

As heart warming as Abby found the story, it wouldn't mend any wounds. The rose plaguing her mind finally found closure.

"And then one day I stopped missing her. I forgot about her the whole day."

Abby let the radio static soften, and she listened.

"It was one of the scariest days of my life, and when I realized she had slipped my mind for so long I wanted to throw up. I felt so guilty."

Y/n sat up, wiping the tears from her cheeks and sniffling. She was delighted to see Abby already watching her when their gazes met. More tears flowed as she expected. Abby had a hesitant squint in her eyes, it was faint seeing as curiosity reigned.

Through the tears, Y/n smiled at Abby. It was something neither of them did often, but the moment one spread across Y/n's pale face, all the hesitation and resentment in Abby dwindled. The blonde wasn't fond of the way Y/n had swayed her feelings with ease, but didn't bother challenging it.

"But then...you carried me out of the hospital...and I remembered what it felt like to fall in love."

[randomfandomimagine]

Hey there dear! I'm so glad that you're better and back to writing. Now, since you've fallen into TLOU2 fandom I've been thinking of this: headcanon about a fellow WLF female soldier that sided with Abby and is traveling from Seattle to Santa Barbara with Lev until they met the fireflies (Rattles who? They never existed)

I just love this two 🥰 I hope you're good. Bye!

Thank you so much for requesting, sweetie! I’m so excited to write about TLOU and I do love those two myself! I just want to hug them both 😍 

GOING WITH ABBY AND LEV TO SANTA BARBARA

You have known Abby for years and are closed friends

You were there during what happened at the hospital

Being a member of the Fireflies yourself as well

You understood Abby’s obsession with Joel but didn’t share it

Still, you supported her because that day gives you nightmares too

You were with Abby when you came across Yara and Lev

Ever since that day, you couldn’t forget about those kids either

You only fueled Abby’s need to go back to help them

They were just kids and you felt for them, even if they were Scars

During everything that you went through, you stayed together

Even after losing so much, especially so because of that

“We don’t let anyone stop us, okay?” is your mantra

Ever since Abby started saying it, you never forget it

And you are just as determined as her about surviving

And about protecting her and Lev with your life

It had been hard, especially losing Yara as well

But your new family gave you strength, and you them

When you started traveling to Santa Barbara, things felt different

You weren’t just looking for the light, you were chasing hope

Things were looking up, it felt like there was no more danger

Things began being more light-hearted, and you felt safe to be more lively

You had lots of fun with Lev, teaching him new things

He was curious and asked lots of questions

And you also taught him to play games to pass the time

After all, traveling so far could be a little tedious sometimes

"I spy with my little eye... something gray” “Is it the pavement?” 

“You’re a smartass, Lev” “A what?” “Don’t teach him bad words, Y/N”

“Fuck you, Abs, I’ll teach him whatever I want” 

You and Lev had this little secret bet going on too

That you assured you could get Abby to laugh out loud

Lev didn’t think you were that funny and refused to believe you could

It’s little things like those that make you forget about the real world

You have a wonderful dynamic and often joke around 

Lev also feels completely safe around you two to be himself

You’re like a family, for the good and the bad things

And you take care of each other as you make your way to Santa Barbara

When you make it there, it feels like a fresh start, a new life

One in which you can be happy with Abby and Lev as your family

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[dissonantdreamer]

omg someone finally made a tlou2 off-camera video: https://youtu.be/jAAVaKkN8RI

Holy shit! this is awesome! You can really see the physicality of the mocap through the models and how much effort truly went into making this game happen. The spotlights! Oh that’s so cool to highlight where you are in the cut scene.

Love Dina just dancing with herself also Joel hearing Seth be a dick a fuckin’ teleporting to Ellie’s defense XD

I hope they use this camera break to look around at some of the details (cause i have two posts i wanna make that requires details i need to be off camera for) i’m curious to see what little additions were made even though the player theoretically would never see them. 

oh fuck though they have a part baldwin place damn, this angle adds so much more depth to the scene. Oh fuck, there was even a WLF bag that I never noticed.

this is so, so fucking cool, thank you for sharing it with me, anon. I probably never would have found it. <3

[layce2015]

The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel Miller x Reader)

What If (y/n) Died pt 2

What if (y/n) died pt 1

The Last of Us pt 2 Masterlist

The next day, Joel, Aiden and Ethan were standing in front of (y/n)'s grave, visiting and mourning her. The twins set down a couple of drawings they had made for her while Joel set down a rose on the fresh mound. Joel takes a deep breath as he tries to stay strong for his sons but it was getting harder to keep it together, especially when his sons started to cry.

He kneels down and the boys turn to him and hug him, he hugs them back and closed his eyes. Seeing his sons this upset over their mother’s death hurt him more than anything else. She won’t get to see them grow up, bring home a girl for dinner, get married, have a family of their own.

Hell, he won’t get to be with his wife for the remainder of his life as her life was cut short. Even though they live in a cruel and unforgiving world, a part of him had hoped that he and (y/n) would grow old together and maybe die together. Maybe be that typical old couple that sits on the porch and reminisce about their lives, good and bad. That could be the old romantic part of him talking but still, he had hope.

But now that was never gonna happen. She was gone and he was never gonna be able to talk to her, hold her, kiss her, sleep next to her, make love to her...anymore. 

After a few moments of hugging the boys, Joel let's them go just as he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looks up and sees that the hand belonged to Ellie.

"Hey." She greets, softly.

"Hey." Joel said, his voice shaky and full of tears. He clears his throat before he stands up. "Um...Dina said that Maria has the whole town on lockdown. Stables are locked up as well." She said. Joel sighs then curses his brother for not fighting harder.

"Well, looks like we're doing this the hard way." Joel said and Ellie nods. "Dina said she'd stay behind and watch the boys." She said and Joel looks at her. "She sure? I'd hate to put that on her." Joel said but Ellie waves, dismissively, at him. "Her idea. She loves kids." She said and Joel smirks a bit. "Alright, well...I  guess we'll be heading out." Joel said, making Ellie smirk.

They head back to Joel's house, only to see Maria sitting on the doorsteps. Joel raises an eyebrow at this and walks up to her while Ellie takes the boys hands and holds them back. "What are you doing here?" Joel asked her. She glares at him then pulls out a letter then clears her throat. "Maria, I'm headed to Seattle. I have to make these people pay. Ellie and Joel are gonna try to come after me but stop them, especially Joel. I know him. Take their guns. Lock up the horses. Maybe lock them up. Buy me some time so I can finish this. Love you always, Tommy." Maria reads then she looks up at Joel.

"He's going to get himself killed." Maria growls. "Why the hell did he go? It was my fuckin' wife that was killed, not his." Joel said, angrily, just as Ellie tried to covered the boys ears so they wouldn't hear him curse. "She was our family too, Joel." Maria said. "He should've told me he was leaving!" Joel shouted and Maria sighs.

"So, what are you gonna do to us, Maria? You gonna lock us up?" Ellie asked her. "I prefer you two stay." Maria said. "That's not gonna happen." Joel said, gruffly. "I'd prefer you guys stay but I know you two better." Maria said as she looks between the two.

"So it's just you two?" She asked and Ellie and Joel exchange a look before Joel turns back to her. "Yeah." He said. "I told the stables to let you guys out with yours and Ellie's horses. Grab some ammo too." She said and Joel nods. "Thank you, Maria." Ellie said, appreciatevly.

"Do me a favor and bring my dumbass husband home in one piece." She said to them and Joel could see the pleas in her eyes. "Of course." He said. "All right. Get going, you're losing light." She said as she stands up. "I can watch over the twins." She said. "Okay. Ellie, go get ready." Joel said and Ellie nods then turns to the twins. "Okay, little terrors. Let's go inside." She said and the three head off towards Joel's house and enter.

Just as Joel was about to follow Ellie, Maria stops him in his tracks. “Joel...” She said, softly. Joel glances over his shoulder at his sister-in-law, curious to know what else she had to say. Maria gives him a sad look and continues. “The boys had already lost their mother, don’t make them lose their father too." She said and Joel lowers his eyes a bit then looks back at her. "Just...make sure all of you get home safe.” She said.

“I will.” He said and with that, Joel heads inside of his home. 

"Are you going after the people who hurt Mommy?" Ethan asked Joel once they enter their home. Joel looks down at his son and couldn't bring himself to lie to him. "Yes." Joel replied. "Are you gonna make them...disappear?" Ethan asked, unsure on what to say, and Joel sighs but nods. "They won't come back and hurt us, right?" Aiden asked, nervously.

"I won't let that happen, boys. I promise." Joel said as he kneels back down to them. "You two are important to me and I've gotta make sure that these people don't come back for you two." Joel said and both boys hug Joel, tightly, tears running down their face. "Please be lucky." Ethan said, tearfully, which broke Joel's heart.

He pulls back then looks at his boys before he kisses the top of their heads. "It'll be alright. Now, you two need to pack up." He said and the boys nod and head upstairs. Joel sighs, heavily, at this then heads up the stairs himself, and enters his room. He goes into the closet and flicks through his clothes but looks over to the other side of the space and stares at (y/n)'s clothes.

He frowns at this then picks up on of her shirts that was hanging, holds it and looks at it. He brings the fabric up to his face and sniffs it; it still smelled like her and, in a weird way, it was comforting him. Almost like she was still here with him.

I miss you so much. Joel thought as he, slowly, puts her shirt back up then grabs his backpack, his guns and some clothes to pack up before he starts to leave. But a glint of silver caught his eye and he looks at his dresser, where he sees a chain with a woman's wedding ring hanging on it.

He walks over to the dresser, picks up the chain and puts it on around his neck before holding up the hanging ring and brings it up to his lips. He tucks the ring in his shirt before he looks out towards the doorway to see Ethan and Aiden packed and ready. 

"Let's go, boys." He said and the three walk out of the house.

Joel and Ellie finally made it to Seattle after being on the road for about two weeks. The two would talk amongst each other and Ellie would ask him about (y/n), learn more about her. It took a bit but Joel did give her a couple or three memories he had with (y/n) and Ellie would listen intently.

But once they made it to Seattle, the two were in mission mode as they make their way into the abandoned city and tried to follow Tommy's track. They shot and killed any infected or WLF that got in their way. They even met the new infected, the Shamblers, when they had to hide in the abandoned subway after getting chased out of the TV station, which was a lead to one of Abby's people.

The duo fight their way through the subway and make their way to an old theater, making it their shelter. Joel and Ellie check around the building until Ellie found the power generator and turns it on.

Joel smiles once the lights comes on and goes to the double door that leads to the stage area. He looks around at the place and was reminded of his first date with (y/n), which was actually an action film. He smirks then he goes towards the stage and looks around the backstage area until he found a guitar case.

He opens it and sees a guitar that was in great shape. He picks it up then walks back out and sits in one of the seats. He strums a few notes on it then he begins to sing. "If I ever were to lose you, I'd surely lose myself." 

He stops as he realized how true those words have become. He sighs, sadly, then looks down at the guitar and runs his hand over the surface of it before he reaches around his neck and fiddles with (y/n)'s wedding ring. He sets the guitar down then runs his hands over his face just as Ellie comes in and walks up to him.

She places her hand on his shoulder and he looks up at her, tears running down his face. "Joel..." She said, softly, and he looks down. She sits down next to him as he wipes away the tears and clears his throat.

"Anything out of the ordinary?" He asked and Ellie gives him a concerned look before she replies. "Besides a busted old radio from upstairs, there's nothing." Ellie said and Joel nods. "I'll take a look at it." Joel said and he stands up and walks out. Ellie frowns then sighs at this and picks up the guitar and strums it.

Ellie felt sad and guilty about (y/n)'s death, sad that she died but also felt guilty that she didn't get to reconnect with (y/n) just like she's slowly doing with Joel. Even though she was enjoying her time with Joel, it still felt weird that (y/n) wasn't there. Joel felt like he was a shell of himself, like he was on auto pilot. The only time he seemed to be himself was when he killed any infected or any WLF soldiers, which made Ellie worry as he seemed more aggressive and more violent than when she first met him.

"Wish you were here, (y/n)." Ellie mutters as she places her arm on top of the guitar, and leans her chin on top of it.