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moncherellie · 9 months

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water polo player! abby

a/n: hey!! i know i said id be posting for ellie first but this thought hasn't left me for a month. i love the though of this oh my god i am feral. thanks for reading! rb or comment to support a lil fic author :) also i'm gonna be referring to water polo as a super gay sport and that's because it is xoxo i mean high contact with buff women. like.

-content/warnings: 1.4k, mentions of contact sport violence, smut scenes (strap, riding abby, nickname 'beautiful', semipublic sex in a locker room, fingering, oral (both receiving), gn reader but has a pussy, mentions of roughhousing in water/ drowning (not really drowning but yk)

men dni.

water polo is one of the most intense sports- it's high contact, rough, with a high probability of being punched, getting a black eye, etc

but when you're as buff as ms abby anderson here, it's not as big of a deal

there aren't really many set positions in wp, but the most important one is center- placed front-and-center of the goal, they're the person everyone looks to to get a good shot

center has to be dependable, strong, and fast

abby is perfect! her drive is amazing (ahem ahem) and she's constantly swimming like crazy to get into position so her team can rely on her

she started in high school, learning the ropes and getting to know the sport

got crazy good, and was definitely a very proud varsity athlete. she knows she's good, so why shouldn't she flaunt a bit?

im gonna be honest she absolutely wore her varsity jacket for way too long during freshman year in college

she joined her collegiate team (possibly on a small grant/scholarship) and met the most amazing team

it's hard to be queer in sports a lot of the time, but her entire team is queer/allied!! she has a space to be herself which she really appreciates

she blossoms on that team

every girl at her college absolutely drops their panties for her im not even kidding. its not even that fun to her because she just wants someone to love, not just a hookup

((that doesn't mean she rejects them all though))

the pretty center draws crowds to the natatorium

and that includes you, of course

you're a friend of the goalie and you're not all that into sports, but once you hear that the hot girl you've been thirsting over in org. chem is there?? it's all over, goodBYE

you are seated right in the action, front row of the bleachers, cheering in school colors, pretty eyes glimmering in the bright sun, sweat drops dripping down the front of your shirt

abby is fully focused on her game but when she's benched she gets a liiiiiittle distracted ngl

like i said though, she's mostly game face

but after a win? she feels like she's never lost. she's pure confidence and she decides to keep the streak going and see if she can successfully get your number

it's slightly awkward because when abby gets closer she sees that wow you are so much more attractive than she first thought when she had chlorine water in her eyes

so she just doesn't ask you out lolol she bails and bugs the goalie about you for the week leading up to the game, asking who you are, if you're coming next time, if you like this or that

her hands are so large and strong from gripping that ball... just imagine what they could be used for !

her thighs are absolutely massive- she has to stay above the water somehow, and the kicking she has to do has sculpted her into a thunder-thigh goddess

eating her out is insane because she fucking clamps down on your head with her thighs LMAO

broad shoulders that you can hold while riding her

strong shoulders that you grip and squeeze onto for dear life every night before a game as she plows into you for "good luck"

-the room is filled with the rhythmic slapping of her skin against your thighs as she grips your hips and bucks up into you.

"taking it so well for me, huh? my little good luck charm..." and you can't say anything. you just whine as you feel every muscle in her body working overtime to treat you just right

the veins in her forearms throb and pop out as she bounces you up and down, touching and squeezing and groping everywhere she can. she looks up at you cheekily, biting her lips and grinning. "there we go, beautiful, look 't you go"

"i'll be sore tomorrow" she says. it isn't a complaint. she says it's her favorite workout

yeah she says she's done but she's also finger fucking you in the locker room during half-time

-"sorry coach, i'll be quick, i promise!" abby lifts herself out of the pool with pure upper body strength, muscles tensing and water dripping off her like some kind of lesbian wet dream. when she promises haste, she means you'll be quick, because you know the drill. you're already amongst the rows of lockers as abby pushes you against them, sliding past your underwear and shoving her fingers in. her thumb is on your clit, middle and ring fingers finding your g-spot immediately and going at it relentlessly. "think you can do 5 minutes for me, beautiful?

-you can because she won't accept anything else. you're cumming all over her fingers, groaning at the overstimulation as she fucks you through it. when you're done, she pulls out, inserting her fingers into her mouth and cleaning them. you shoot her a playful dirty look as she jogs back out the locker room door

-"thanks for the pep talk, babe!" girl.

she wins every game and says it's because of you

it's sweet, but she's just that good of an athlete

but if you met her because you play too? oh get ready for a whole 'nother world

you're her defense during practice, in the trenches with her and jumping over her shoulders to make sure she doesn't get the ball

but she'll do petty shit to fluster you, like turning and kissing your shoulder and holding your hand in the middle of wrestling for position like ???

-"anderson!" the team captain reprimands. she gives a cheeky smile and puts her game face back on, pinching your thigh underwater where nobody can see

water polo players' love language is straight up drowning people. like the coach yells for everyone to meet him in the corner of the pool and instead she's fucking barrelling toward you, wanting to pull you under

when you're waiting to practice throwing the ball into the goal, she'll slide under the surface and tug at your ankles to pull you

when you come back up, she's giggling like a child and acting like it was another teammate

-"abby, i know it was you, you idiot!" you say, grinning

despite not really having jerseys like in other sports, abby will have you wear her team merch with logos

you wear last year's team shirt to bed, her flannel pants to class, her two-piece tops when you go to the beach with her

you go crazy for her when she's in her polo suit. they're tight so that players can't get grabbed, but it's tight in all the right places

it showcases abby's broad shoulders and slutty waist, curving around her chest and tastefully contouring her back muscles

thank god for this sport, you think

she always complains about how the suit rides up her butt, giving her a slight wedgie, but it gives you perfect access to her tight ass

smacksmacksmack

-"can you hold off for one minute, babe?"

-"no."

it's like there's no person attached to that ass. and she's just as obsessed with yours dw! she uses those big hands to grasp your entire cheek and land a harsh slap! on there that makes you jump. she just smiles n laughs

water polo! abby who takes you out to dinner after games and ends up stealing your food because "ohmygodbabeimsohungryyoudontevenunderstand"

it's like she's never eaten

speaking of eating... (im sorry)

she will throw your legs open when she eats you out. if you try to shut them she'll use the full force of her forearms to pin your thighs down and dig her face deeper in your pussy, sucking and licking like a woman starved

who wrote that. i didn't. anyways..

you put her hair up in a fishtail braid for her !! then she'll ask you to put her swim cap on and give you a cute smile when you screw it up

-"i fucked it up! sorry!"

-"babe it looks great" while she's tucking all her shorter hairs into the bottom of it

if her team is winning by a lot, she'll mess around a bit and point at you after she scores a goal, and you roll your eyes and your face feels hot because she's so ridiculous

but you do feel a lil special.

anyways water polo abby mi amor :3333 take me in the locker room

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devilsjacket · 1 year

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Now accepting tlou requests

#x fem reader #x male reader #x gn reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #joel miller x male reader #dina woodward x fem reader #dina woodward #joel miller #dina woodward x gn reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x gn reader #abby anderson x male reader

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starphires · 9 months

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GIRL DINNER.

୨୧ PARING. abby anderson x gn! reader

୨୧ SUMMARY. the new tiktok sound inspires you to let your girlfriend know what your girl dinner is.

୨୧ WARNINGS. fluff, suggestive content, established relationship, pet names, hints at basketball! abby

୨୧ AUTHOR'S NOTE. first text au!!!!!! couldn't help but use GIIIIRLLL DIIINNER as inspiration of this 💔 i also really hope the format of this isn't too confusing! but if it is pls let me know <3

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you

BABY

wait

you're at practice :'(

my life with an athletic gf abs 🤍 haha photo

abs 🤍

you're at practice :'( and i am now done with practice

you

omg baby >o<

how was practice?

abs 🤍

long, and achy, the new girls on the team is really slowing practice down

missed you you loved message

you

long, and achy, the new girls on the team is really slowing practice down BOOOOOO! that must've been pretty frustrating do you wanna come to my dorm? could give you a back message :D abs 🤍 loved message

missed you i am going to eat you abs 🤍 loved message

abs 🤍

BOOOOOO! that must've been pretty frustrating very i wanted this captain position, but god is it tiring

you

and i'm very proud of you for taking it on!!!! so so so proud abs 🤍 loved message

abs 🤍

do you wanna come to my dorm? could give you a back message :D a message you say 😏😏

you

ABBY

unless...

abs 🤍

so you'd be up for it? you ! message

you

always up for it

you're my girl dinner 😋

abs 🤍

girl dinner?

you

mhmmmmmmm

it's from a tt

but trust i put A LOT of effort into my dinner 😁😁😁 abs 🤍 ! message

abs 🤍

yeah you do baby you loved message

omw rn

you

omw rn drive safe! abs 🤍 loved message

setting up my bed rn bc i am abt to encounter a 5 course meal 🍽️ abs 🤍 haha message

reblogs & feedback is appreciated (^ｰ^)

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kindtim3 · 2 months

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my beautiful girl - wife!abby hcs

౨ৎ warnings - sfw, gn!reader, anxiety (abby) & i think that’s all but pls lmk if there’s any part that needs a warning 🧡

wife!abby loves country music!! from taylor swift to beyoncé to dixie chicks to luke combs.

wife!abby does have a wide range of music taste though, she can listen to just about any kind of genre.

wife!abby’s specialty dinner is chicken wings 100%.

wife!abby gets your wedding bands/rings polished on a weekly basis.

wife!abby wants to have kids so SO BAD. like it makes her heart swell every time she thinks about having a kid that’s half her and half you.

wife!abby is a disney adult. or really just an amusement park adult in general!

wife!abby needs to be touching you in some way. it’s not in a possessive or jealous way, she just gets this ache in her when youre right in front of her and she’s not touching you.

wife!abby loves to dance with you. slow dancing specifically.

“hi,” abby whispered, her chin resting on your shoulder as she wrapped her arms around your waist from behind. abby gently gripped your hand and spun you around, “dance with me? please?”

wife!abby supports all of your hobbies and interests!! whether it’s financially or emotionally or both, she’s right there. she loves to see you so passionate about something.

wife!abby loves to travel with you. it’s all the little things that really make her feel so happy, like you concentrated on a map while she drives, the way your face lights up when you try a food you guys don’t have back home, staying up late in hotels with you, making reservations at restaurants for two. she wants to do it all with you again and again.

wife!abby is great at communicating what she’s feeling.

you could see it all over her. her eyes unfocused, the grip she had on your hand loosening, her leg bouncing. “hm?” you hummed, tilting your head to get a better look at abby. “don’t feel like being here,” abby mumbled in response,“the people here wear me out.” abby took a deep breath, looking to you with a small, weak smile. she was trying her hardest to stay at this party, but she couldn’t do it anymore. you nodded your head in record time, instantly getting up, “i’ll drive, don’t worry about it, okay?”

wife!abby loves to write you notes. she’ll put them in your books, your bags, even your shoes.

#bey writes <3 #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson headcanons #abby anderson hcs #abby anderson tlou2 #abby x reader #wife!abby anderson #wife!abby x reader #wife!abby anderson hcs #wife!abby anderson headcanons #abby x gn!reader

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bl00d-bunny · 1 year

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Stay - Abby Anderson

-pairing- abby anderson x gn!reader

-summary- abby wants to go get revenge, you want her to stay. for this request here.

-warnings- angst, not proof read

-word count- 440

“You’re really gonna do this?” You see her muscle tense under her shirt. You know she doesn’t want to look at you.

“I have to,” She can’t look at you because if she does she’ll break.

You knew she had intel on where Joel might be, but it wasn’t solid. You’d told her it wasn’t a good idea. You moved closer, your hand on her back her eyes fell to the floor.

You wanted to hold her. Block out all the bad and just hold her. You’d fooled yourself into believing she could let it go, let him go. You knew she was in pain but you also knew this wouldn’t fix it.

“This won’t change anything, you know that,” you rested your cheek on her spine, feeling her ragged breathing.

“He needs to pay,” your arms around her now as if that would make a difference. She pulled herself away from you to continue packing her bag.

“Please,” you whispered “don’t do this,” finally she met your gaze.

She moved to stand in front of you, hand on your cheek. It was your turn to watch the floor now.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” she kissed you as if she was just going on a supply run, not to hunt down an old man to seek out her revenge.

You stood silently watching her as she crouched at her bag once more she zipped it up before securing it on her back, and making her way to the door.

As she reached her hand out to open the door, reality came crashing down. She was really going through with this and there was nothing you could say or do to stop her.

“I won’t be here,” it was all you could think to say but deep down you knew she would still go.

She looked at you one final time, both of you taking your time to remember each other's features. You wanted to scream at her, tell her how stupid she was being, how much you loved her but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak or even move.

Abby opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it, choosing to turn away and open the door.

You felt your heart in your throat as you watched her leave, tears beginning to cloud your vision. Once the door was shut and she was gone, you rushed over hand flying to the handle but you couldn’t open it.

Everything you both had said echoed through your head. You couldn’t chase her, you couldn’t wait around to see the person that getting revenge would turn her into.

#bunny writes #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x gn!reader #abby anderson x you #abby x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson angst

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dykeomania · 8 months

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as hockey season approaches:

an extended headcanon that's been in my head for a year. character-analysis-y. ellie. abby. messiness. this was just in my notes app, it's mid, y'all can have it.

i have this scene that I've written and rewritten in my head a million times where it's hockey!ellie (college athlete) and all of her friends/exes/lol? who are on the team (cat, riley, and dina) sitting in the farthest back row of a solemn team meeting.

ellie's a stellar forward. abby's a stellar goalie. they play for the same team, but the friction is crazy. and see what had happened was -- everyone knows that ellie and abby's friend groups don't like each other. and alright, fine, coach marlene has worked to create an environment where that can simply be at lax. but anyone with a set of eyes and basic common sense can tell that what happened was simply six years worth of whispers behind hands and shit-talking in group chats brought to fruition, and it's curious how it didn't happen sooner. the explosion, to put it lightly, in which during both of their sophomore seasons at BC when ellie checked abby's shoulder on the ice after a failed near-goal-face-off, which turned into expletives flying through the plexiglass like bullets, which turned into helmets flying and both of them being on the ground of the ice wailing at each other, was clearly an overdue manifestation of eachother's frustrations and presumptions. it was unclear who shoved who first but, alas, it was irrelevant.

and as entertaining as it was to watch, no one won. because let's really get into it: ellie can't help that she's trailer park trash. she can't help that she grew up in bumfuck, wyoming and moved to fucking dorchester / haverhill / wherever the fuck while abby got to spend the summers with her family on the cape. she can't help that abby is daddy's-money-fuck-you-rich and they get to go their winter cabin over christmas break, and ellie doesn't want to go home because she hasn't really faced her father figure since she left for college and frankly, she doesn't know if she wants to.

she can't help that she's the first one in her family to do this and she had to work for everything -- her scholarship to the prep school that both her and abby went to, her athletic scholarship to BU -- whereas abby is a third-generation-doctor in the making who could simply just afford to be anywhere. she can't help that the end of the day, despite all of the work she's put in, she still has to be here. and look at the back of abby's fuckass fishtail braid.

abby on the other hand, can't help that when everytime she searches the stands for her dad's face during games, she only sees most of ellie's family waving banners and flags. she can't help that that's how it's always been. she can't help that her dad doesn't have time to care about the work she's putting in to school and to hockey, and she can't help that ellie gets to be normal -- gets to sleep, gets to party, gets to hang out and fuck whoever she wants with no consequence, and never, ever invites her to the fucking pregame.

she can't help that ellie doesn't spend as much time thinking -- about working out, about watching what she's eating, about socializing; seriously, how the fuck does she socialize so effortlessly despite being the dimmest fucking person she's ever seen--

like, it's six years in the making. from boarding school, to now.

all those punches, all that yelling, all that cussing, all that spitting,

and yet, no one won.

and you know what? maybe if they knew about how much they actually had in common, things would've turned out differently. they would be pleasantly surprised to find out that they could have conversations about their relationships with their father figures, and how thanksgiving is typically the worst holiday of the year. how to some extent, at the end of the day, it's all for a photo op. ellie is naturally good at hockey and is having a great time in college, but has a degree to bring home to her family, and to her demise, she wants that degree to have "astrophysics" on it. abby doesn't even know if she wants to go to medical school. but she knows that if she doesn't get in, despite everything that advantages her (which is a real fucking possibility according to her, given that she got a C-in orgo) it'd just be another reason for her dad to not look at her. and really, that's all she wants. just to fucking be seen.

but unfortunately, no gives a fuck about that.

so ellie will continue to keke in the group chat with her friends and abby will continue to openly talk shit with hers, and who knows? if shit doesn't hit the fan, then maybe they can get to a point in the conversation where they can finally agree to just let shit slide. maybe ellie will finally agree to start inviting abby to their fucking pregames.

but as of rn, ellie's gonna keke in her group chat.

because no way abby just tried to call out ellie's dating habits when she's fucking one of their coaches on the low--

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #abby anderson #i guess dare i say #ellabs #lmfao #gn

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twistnet · 1 year

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stockings [ abby anderson ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; you surprise abby with a decorated living room in an old cafe, complete with her own custom stocking

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader + general fluff [ surprises, kisses + sweet moments ]

it was no secret to you that abby had a bit of a soft spot for christmas time. even though, you were pretty sure christmas hadn’t been celebrated since the end of the world, but it still seemed that remains of the holiday still lingered around in desolate stores.

while abby never really spoke about why the holiday had meant so much to her, you assumed it had something to do with someone that she had been close to. more so, abby always had an affinity for old world items -- such as her collection of state quarters, so it wasn’t much of a surprise for her to have some liking to the holiday.

you had practically begged owen to let you utilize the old cafe and turn it into a christmas wonderland. it took some time, but he finally relented after getting you to agree to leaving the decorations up so he and mel could enjoy them as well. and once you had his okay, you got to work collecting lights and old decorations to decorate the lounge as best as you could. even going as far as to mimic a holiday set up from an old magazine you had found in the city.

it took you a few weeks to finally get everything put together, and to a point where you could surprise abby. and you managed to figure out an excuse to get her to travel with you to the aquarium under the gauze that owen had requested help with something. and abby had eagerly gone along with it.

“where’s owen?” she questions the second the door closes behind the two of you, “i don’t know, maybe he’s up in the cafe? he didn’t exactly tell he where he needed the help.” she seemed to take the answer, following you up the set of stairs towards the old cafe.

you gently fumbled with the keys, hoping that she would enjoy everything you had set up just beyond those doors. once getting it unlocked, you turned to abby with a slight smile, “can you close your eyes for me?”

abby eyes you curiously, brow raising before dutifully closing her eyes with a heavy sigh. you pulled the door open side enough, before coming to abby’s side and gently guiding her up the steps before bringing her to a stop, “are you ready?”

at your words, abby opened her eyes. a gasp falling from her lips as she took in the scene in front of her. you had turned the couch around, a red blanket thrown over the back to add some color. an old wardrobe turned on it’s side was now functioning as the backdrop for a fireplace, complete with candles, garland and stockings. and then in the corner, sat a christmas tree covered in lights and ornaments.

“when did you have time to do this?” abby questioned, turning to look over at where you stood. you shrugged, “you are always gone for patrol and side jobs for issac, so i snuck off with owen and we put this together. i hope you like it.”

“like it? i love it! this is amazing! the best thing anyone has ever done for me!” she smiles, rushing in your direction to wrap you up in a hug, and press kiss anywhere she could reach. once she’s done, she steps back and walks over to get a close of up everything you’ve put up.

you watch he slowly spin around the small area, taking everything in until she steps and rushes toward where the stockings hang, “you made me a stocking?” she questions, tears nearly brimming her eyes as she brushes her fingers over the letters of her name.

“yeah, it took me forever to find the letters. and even longer to find a working iron.” you smile, crossing the room to join her at her side, “no one’s ever made me a stocking.” she whispers quietly, looking over at you with a soft smile, “well, i guess i’m the first then. should i be prepared to made you one every year?”

abby shakes her head, “no, this one’s perfect.” she smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 || 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

“𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳“

Inspo: Johnny Cash - Hurt

Pairing: Abby Anderson x gn!reader

Summary: You left because of the obsession and of the heartbreak Abby caused you and countless others. And when you find peace, a sense of forgiveness, she just has to come back and fuck everything up. Including hurting the man who took her father away. The man you considered a friend.

Warnings: Angst and slight gore

Words 2705

“Clyde, if you don’t knock it off, I will stab you with this fork, brother.” The thunderous laugh coming from the older man echoed through the Tipsy Bison. His languid movements were restricted by the countless shots he had taken in an attempt to make up for the snowstorm going on outside the walls of the bar.

People had taken shelter under the warm lighting above and candlelit tables where most people were sat. Drinking their worries away with you trying to get a meal in. But the man beside you and his infectious laugh was proving to be a challenge. Not that you were complaining. It was better to be in here than out there walking home.

But you were happy to have a beer nearby as it helped remove the worries of what was happening outside of Jackson. There had been no sign of Ellie, Joel, or Tommy for the past few hours. You had tried to go to their posts and bring them on home, but Maria was quick to shut that down. Finding you too valuable to be out there in that blistering storm looking for people that might just be at an outpost buying their time before the storm passed through.

So, here you were. Drinking away the anxiety as you tried to ignore the feeling that something was terribly wrong was happening. Perhaps finishing off this bottle and plate of mashed potatoes and steak might help you. But if you were being honest, you knew that since you came here and met the people residing in the walls, your anxiety had always been at an all-time high.

“Kid, you need to loosen up a little,” Clyde gruffly told you, collapsing on the stool beside you. Bumping shoulders with you as you sighed in annoyance. “Everything happening outside is fine. Calm your horses and relax for a moment. They’ll be back before you even know it.”

You knew the man was likely right. He was way older than you, around the age of Eugine. But you still couldn’t shake this gut-wrenching feeling that something was going on. And it irked you not knowing what that thing was.

Perhaps they had made you. Figured out your past well enough that they could already start to piece together a story that likely wasn’t true. They didn’t have to believe your words if they believe in themselves enough to kill you or send you out to the hounds.

Because honestly, you had no quarrel with them when you likely should have. In all honesty, you had been looking for a new place to call your home that wasn’t a 4x4 cell. Not to mention having to be cut and beaten by a man you had once called your commander. You had just been lucky enough to have a heart and see the act of a man protecting his daughter. Because, truthfully, what Joel did to your people- the Fireflies, you couldn’t have blamed him one single bit.

He was doing what he thought was right. Now, did he act upon it the right way; that was still debatable. But the intentions behind it were justifiable. And either way, you had no insurance to know that Marline would’ve distributed that cure accordingly. She might’ve used it as a power move to assert dominance over others. So, in the grand scheme of things, he made the right decision. Although the man had been a heartless bastard around that time, he had a heart. You could see it every time you shared a beer with him at his house or at the Tipsy Bison.

But, if they thought of you as a threat, a person seeking revenge, then so be it. If they wanted to kill you, then you could accept that. That was something everyone had to come to terms with sooner or later. And it's not like you could completely blame them for taking the steps to keep themselves and their people safe.

Even with that acceptance, it didn’t make things any better when you could only guess they caught wind of you. All you could do is sit and expect the worse to come.

The doors to the bar swung open with a loud bang, attracting everyone’s attention. Howling winds were now louder with an opening as you turned to find Maria with a jacket, gloves, and hat on her head. Eyes wide and frantic as they finally caught yours.

“Y/n, I need you for a second.”

Instantly, your mind went rampant with all the possible scenarios that could occur. You could walk out and be shot in the head like an injured dog. Or she could banish you without any supplies and leave you in the freezing cold. But nonetheless, you ignored those thoughts and grabbed your jacket and gloves. Slipping them on before following the woman out of the bar, slamming the door on your way out.

“What do you need me for?” You called out over the winds, eyes squinted as you trudged through the pits of snow that reached the middle of your shins.

Maria didn’t reply, opting for a small glance. But it was enough for you to see the tears in her eyes as she continued to lead you through the storm.

It felt like forever before you finally reached the stables. The lanterns outside of the structure illuminate a figure crouched down with their head in their hands. The closer you got, the easier it was for you to make out the bun and beige jacket. Dina. Past her, there were individuals moving around inside the structure that you couldn’t make out.

That anxiety rose.

“Dina!” You called out over the winds, noting Maria falling back a few steps behind you. The girl looked up, tear-stricken eyes being masked by the flush of the cold. You placed a hand on her arm, gently moving her towards the stables to keep her warm where both of you could think properly. “What the hell is going on?”

Dina’s lips parted, but nothing came out. Her mind was unable to comprehend and fabricate a sentence that would be substantial to answer your question. She could only glance in the direction of the voices that could be heard within. You glanced in the direction, looking back at the girl for a moment before moving inside.

As soon as you moved inside, you noted the harsh metallic scent hitting your nose. Then you noticed Ellie sitting against one of the stable doors. Her eyes were hollow and aimless as she stared ahead of her. Dry blood underneath her nose as she could visbly be seen trembling.

Tommy was leaning against a pillar, waving off some of the men trying to help patch up his face that was blood. His right eye was damaged far beyond repair, but you could make out the shaky breaths he took in. Body shaking as he bowed his head.

Seeing Jessie untying something from the back of the horse, you walked over with a frown. “Jessie, what happened?”

He looked up at you for a moment, swallowing the lump in his throat before standing to his feet. “Something happened outside the walls,” he began. “I went to relieve Joel and Tommy at their post, but never found them there. Somewhere along the way, Ellie went off to follow some tracks and we did the same. Came up on a house where tire tracks could be found. We… We were too late.”

Your eyes flickered down to the tarp wrapped around something. Glancing back up at Jesse, you moved past him and pulled your knife from your hip. Grasping the rope tied around the tarp and cutting it. A sliver of what was inside was revealed. It didn’t take you much time to see that all too familiar jacket. Causing your eyes to sting as you exhaled shakily, pulling the tarp back.

A hand clasped over your mouth as you stared at the bloodied features of Joel’s face. The left side of his head caved in with a weapon. The cracks of skin and his skull leaking brain matter with his left eye swelled up to the size of a golfball. Blood scattered across his features and soaked in his beard and hair.

In your time getting to know the man, he showed kindness to you that you didn’t deserve. It confused you at times when you had heard this man killed all the Fireflies but still had a heart with love and care willing to be shared with others. He was far different than anyone could’ve known, including your ex-girlfriend, who you knew was responsible.

And it might’ve just been that fact that left a bitter taste in your mouth. Angered by the loss of a father and wishing death upon the person responsible was understandable. But acting out on it, seeking revenge for something that would only destroy yourself, that was something you were disgusted by. Especially by the woman you had shared a bed with for countless nights and defended with tooth and nail. But it had only ended up with your throat sore from the screams and cries that were ripped from your lungs.

Lowering your hand, you shook your head with tears running down your cheeks. Nose twitching as your lips wobbled, containing whatever yell of sorrow that fought to break through.

Abruptly standing to your feet, you cut the rope connecting Joel’s sled to the horse. Grabbing one of the assault rifles hung by the stable doors and hopped onto the horse. “Y/n, where are you going? You can’t go out there right now.” Jesse told you, standing by your side as you turned the horse around.

“I’m going to hunt down the fuckers that did this,” you told him bitterly. “And then, then I’m going to destroy everything they love.”

Tapping your heels on the side of the horse, you took off in a sprint. Leaving all the yells and pleads from the others behind you as you passed through the gates into the storm. One person in mind that you knew could be responsible.

Abby.

A shiver ran down Abby’s spine as she stepped out of the beaten-up Gas Station. Eyes flickering to Manny and Nora who were attempting to syphon gas from one of the pumps. She never understood why they did it when it was likely going to be empty. But she decided to make themselves look like fools when they came up empty.

They’d run out of gas after having to speed away from Jackson and get far enough away. Abby was just using this time to relax and be overjoyed by the fact that Seattle wasn’t that far away. A few more hours and she would be able to sleep in a comfortable bed that wasn’t her sleeping bag. And maybe then, she could comprehend the idea of Owen getting Mel pregnant.

But that would’ve been too easy, wouldn’t it?

The clicking of a gun got her attention, unable to respond before she felt the muzzle of a weapon press against the back of her head. A whistle sounded and the others turned to find Abby with her hands raised in surrender. But their eyes widened in shock.

“Put your guns on the ground and kneel.”

Abby felt her stomach churn at the familiar tone of your voice. Eyes flickering shut with a shaky exhale coming from her lips. “Y/n?” Manny inquired, eyes squinting. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” You nudged Abby’s head against the muzzle of the weapon. “I swear to god, I will kill each and every one of you.”

From the doorway of the Gas Station, both Mel and Owen appeared. Stepping out, but freezing when they saw you hiding behind Abby with a pistol in your hand and pressed against the back of her head. “Y/n?” Mel muttered, eyes wide in shock that you were indeed still alive.

“I know what you did,” you growled. “The innocent act doesn’t look cute on any of you. So, how about we get down to the reason why I’m here, hm?”

You spun Abby around, pressing the pistol to her forehead. But the moment she met your eyes, she found a ruthless killer instead of an old lover. She’d hoped that whenever the both of you met again, you would still have that faint light of love held for her. Except, she was met with utter and unkempt rage. Not just for what she just did, but for what she’s done to you.

“You killed someone, Abby. Someone I know for a fact didn’t deserve what you gave him,” you said. “I should just kill all of you for what you did.”

“Do you mean Joel?” Nora questioned, a laugh slipping past her lips as she frowned. “Why the fuck does it matter? You hate him as much as we did.”

“That was correct, for a time. But you guys don’t know the type of shit storm you’ve started.” Shoving Abby back, you kept your aim focused on her as she slowly turned towards you. “I mean, you practically rang the dinner bell for every goddamn wolf to come hunting.”

Abby truthfully didn’t know what to say. For a time, she remembered you to be as bloodthirsty as she was to kill Joel. He killed your friends all for a girl. Nothing about this made sense to her.

“He killed my father, Y/n,” Abby spat. “He had it coming to him.”

“Watch it!” You warned. “I should fuckin’ kill your just for everything you’ve done to me.”

“Y/n-” She attempted.

“Say another goddamn word and I promise it will be the last words you speak, Abs.” The girl clamped her lips together, hands still raised as you stepped towards her. “You lost my trust and loyalty the moment you and Owen had me locked up for something I didn’t do. And after all this time, you still can’t accept the fact that your daddy is dead, huh?”

There was some part of Abby that wanted to speak up, maybe even kill you for making such a comment. But from her feelings, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. You two had grown up together and for a moment, loved one another unconditionally. She knew she fucked up and she didn’t blame you for holding a large resentment towards her. But she expected you to be a little bit relieved knowing her father’s killer was put to justice.

“People die, Abby- Grow the fuck up!” You exclaimed. “This obsession that you and the rest of you fucks have held is only going to be your downfall. And when the time comes and I am brought alone to wreak havoc in your lives once more, you best believe I will do it with a smile on my face.” You growled, shoving the girl back again as she stared at you in disbelief.

She expected you to shoot her right there and then. Get payback for selling you out to Issac all those years ago. But she was surprised when you relinquished your pistol to its holster. “Stay the fuck away from Jackson.” Your eyes flickered over her features, hands shaking in need to wrap around her throat.

But you held back that anger and shook your head, lips curling into a smile. “And if I ever see your face again, stitches won’t fix what I do to you.”

Backing away, you hopped up onto your horse and looked down at the group. “You should get that vehicle up and go soon-” You fired your rifle into the air, causing them all to flinch and duck. Only earning a wicked smirk from you as you lowered the weapon, grabbing ahold of the reigns. “Wouldn’t want this to be our last meeting.”

And just like that, you rode off in the direction you came in. Leaving the group to scramble and hurry with getting the truck up and running. Already hearing the screams of Runners in the distance. But Abby stood still, wondering if you would indeed keep your promise if you ever saw her again.

#tlou #tlou 2 #abby anderson #abby anderson x gn!reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson angst #the last of us #the last of us 2 #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson fanfiction #x gn!reader #gn!reader #the last of us x gn!reader #the last of us x reader

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elsmstrss · 1 year

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abby anderson headcannons: abby as your gf >:)

whaaaaa? she writes abby too?!!? yeah this is not a safe space for abby haters ok!! she is hot and i need her so i do what any normal person would do: write all my silly little thoughts about her on the internet :)

tags: abby x gn!reader , headcannon , lapslock , fluff , short and blurby (like actually this time) , abby's arms , yes i tagged that

abby never lets you do anything on your own. if she notices you struggle even a tinsy bit, she's at your side in an instant to do it for you.

you can't reach something on the top shelf? abby's muscled arm shoots into view, grabbing whatever you needed.

having trouble reconfiguring your gun after cleaning it? abby's already pulling all the pieces over and clicking parts into place.

she so very overprotective !!

she has to have an eye on you at all times. whether it be at parties, on patrol, or even just at the dining hall; if there is any sort of possibility of you getting hurt, she will avoid it at all costs.

puts on a dominant front but everyone knows you have her wrapped around her finger.

it could be 3 am on a random tuesday and if you offhandedly mentioned that you were craving chocolate, she would dissapear for a few minutes before returning with a chocolate bar in her hand.

"babe! you didn't have to," you give her a peck to the cheek, smiling because it was maybe your plan all along.

abby wouldn't be crazy about physical touch, especially in public. but she LOVES the feeling of your body weight on hers. it grounds her.

whenever you two are laying in bed, maybe watching a movie or napping, she'll randomly pull your body on top of hers, not saying a word. you try to move off and say your heavy but her grip on your waist forces you in place, refusing to let you go. "you're warm," she'd mumble.

she'd always pull you into her lap too. you're just her personal weighted blanket tbh

she can always tell when something is wrong. she can read you like a book, and always knows exactly what you need in that moment to feel better

she absolutely adores you.

sometimes you catch her staring at you while you're cleaning around the apartment, or as you're conversing with somebody. you're eyes lock from across the room and there's just this fond look on her face. it makes you blush every time because how can she make you feel so special without saying a single word?

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson headcannon #abby anderson ff #abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson tlou2 #tlou2 #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x you #abby andersons arms !!!#yes i tagged it again #the last of us #tlou #tlou fic #abby tlou

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coqvttes · 6 months

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For the picnic event:

Can be SFW or NSFW—Would love to see something w Simon Riley and the song “Heart On Fire In Mexico” by Abby Anderson. That first verse is just so Ghost coded I need to see it😭🫶🏻

Love your writing! Congrats on 600!!!🎉🎉🎉

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 thank you, love!! and thank you for the request, i agree the song is so ghost coded! x

sfw : suggestive, gn!reader, groping, making out, alcohol consumption.

“she was a dark-haired juárez beauty”

he’s been captivated by you from the moment you walked into the pub, his eyes trained on the way you sway your hips just the way he likes. he catches a whiff of the seductive scent of your perfume and internally groans.

“flirtin' with a g.i. joe off-duty”

you laugh with the bartender and he thinks it should be him you’re laughing with. he clenches his fist before chugging down his pint. you hadn’t noticed the stranger staring at you from across the bar until he begins to approach you. a flush spreads across your cheeks as you turn to face him, he’s ridiculously tall, huge and handsome.

“workin' him for tips at a bar in mexico”

“can i uh- can i get you a drink?” his voice is deeper and gruffer than you expected, his accent is thick and god, so are his arms. you eye him up and down before nodding bashfully. the handsome smile he flashes you sends butterflies straight to your stomach and you too find yourself drawn to him.

“one cigarette smoke break by the back door”

one drink turns into something much more and you find yourself sat atop the hood of his car out the back. your legs wrapped around his waist as his brawny figure shadows over you perfectly, keeping your body flush against his. his palms kneading your arse desperately. your gentle fingers grasping onto his shoulders tight, needing him as close as possible.

“turned into a pack on the hood of his ford”

he crashes his lips against yours, groaning faintly as his rough fingers rub circles into your thighs before sliding up under your jean shorts. he grins against your hot mouth as you gasp against his lips, the passion in the kiss knocking the air out of your lungs. he makes you weak. you look him right in the eyes and you feel that your heart has been captured by him, the stranger in the bar.

“wherever he is now, the devil knows”

you never did catch the strangers name, and you’ll never know where he is, who he is, or if he even yearns for you the way you yearn for him.

but you’ll always remember the touch of his hand, the sound of his voice, and the taste of his lips.

#꒰ ୨୧ : coqvtte's picnic event ꒱#꒰ 🍓 ꒱ — rasberry jam #simon riley #ghost cod smut #ghost smut #cod #call of duty #call of duty smut #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod mw x reader

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andersonlore · 5 months

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honestly want abby to fall asleep on top of me- snoring n everything. her head on my chest, leg hiked up on my waist n all. i’d neverrrrr let her move.

literally want nothing more than this. abby’s leg hiked up around your waist her head laying against your chest and snores coming from her pouty lips. all of her weight rests on top of you, but you welcome it. you were supposed to leave a few hours ago to meet some friends, but you don’t have the heart to move her. so you just rub her back, run your fingers through her hair, smoothing over the top her head. abby whispers your name in her sleep, and it makes you smile.

it’s never like this with her. she usually likes to be one who holds rather than being held. you take comfort knowing how vulnerable she lets herself be around you. her soft breath on your exposed chest, her hands subconsciously land on your hips as her thin sheets barely hold over her hips and yours, her bare skin feels like heaven. strong, freckled back is a sight to see, and you can’t help yourself watching her. you never want to leave this moment, always want to say right here in serenity with her.

#✭・۪ ⊹ ֗ ray nd her nonnies #wow i just made myself feel so single w this 😭#yeah okay abby need u on top of me rn #rayne answers #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x masc reader #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x gn reader #rayne writes

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moncherellie · 10 months

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c.2023 @moncherellie. do not copy works. translate only with permission. tws provided if apply. no underage/ noncon/ incest/ stepcest. if gn reader and smut, reader has female anatomy bc that's what i got

mlist below... enjoy!

<3 ellie williams

-try it on (+ai audios): nsfw- ellie wants to have you in the victoria's secret fitting room (782 words, semipublic sex, fingering, gn reader)

-the red line (+ai audios): sfw- the alluring girl you meet on the subway and the yearning of first love (4k words, fluff, ellie and reader are whipped for each other, slight mentions of homophobic hometown, fem reader she/her used)

-it was never meant to be : sfw- you're the charitable princess about to be married, and ellie is the knight hopelessly in love with you (1.8k words, knight!ellie x princess! reader, angst (?), happy ending, fem reader she/her used, feminine reader, mention of marrying a man)

-you failed to dom ellie, now...: nsfw- you think you have what it takes to top ellie williams? she'll fuck that confidence out of you (930 words, dom! ellie (success), use of a strap (ellie wears, reader receives), refers to it as ellie's cock lol, afab gn reader)

-the few truths on the seven seas : sfw- there are few truths in the world of a pirate, except for the given: captain williams loves you (1.4k sfw, gn reader, fluff, slight angst/yearning, mentions of pirate violence, kinda historical (?), innuendo, r gives ellie a massage but nothing happens lol)

-no room for the holy spirit: nsfw- you're the perfect church girl. ellie is the rebellious preacher's daughter. what could possibly go wrong? (4.5k, nsfw, female reader, semipublic/car sex, reader receiving oral, religious mention, religion-fueled homophobia mentions)

-heartbeat/himeros: sfw- ellie left you 3 months ago, but accepted when you came crawling back. the only problem is that you have a girlfriend now- oh, and ellie still loves you. (1.3k, sfw, angst, gn reader, sex mentions, ellie is SAD!, reader is cheating on new partner, reader is a lil manipulative, toxic relationship overall)

-giving loser!ellie head for the first time: nsfw (886, gn reader, cunnilingus [e receiving, r giving], ellie's first time, fingering)

<3 abby anderson

-water polo!abby hcs: sfw+nsfw- our favorite gay athlete (1.4k words, fingering, semipublic sex, oral, strap, gn reader

-vocality drabble: nsfw- what does abby sound like in bed? personally, i don't think she's a moaner, except when... (fem reader, oral [both receive and give]

#masterlist #cherry info ౨ৎ

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devilsjacket · 1 year

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Might start writing for the last of us soon :)

I’ll write for:

Ellie Williams (fem reader only)

Dina Woodward (fem & gn reader?)

Abby Anderson (any reader?)

Joel Miller (male reader only)

If there’s a question mark besides something it means I’m not entirely sure but you can still request it !

Send in requests but I may take time to do them since I’m going to be replaying the games to boost my memory 😭

#fem reader #male reader #gn reader #x male reader #x fem reader #x gn reader #joel miller #joel miller x male reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #dina woodward #dina woodward x fem reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x male reader #abby anderson x gn reader #tlou #tlou x reader #tlou x y/n

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ohlawdthebirds · 11 months

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Suit and Tie

Abby Anderson x gn! Reader

This fic was inspired by a drabble written by @toasty-melons! This one specifically.

Also, pretty sure this photo was edited by @abbystanaccount, but I could be wrong. Please correct me if I am!

You were a bit scared to approach the mirror. You weren’t sure if you’d like what you saw looking back at you, whether the suit would look as good as it did when you saw it in the store. Looking back on it, you were more than hasty in your purchase, not even bothering to check the size. But even if it didn’t look good, you had no other options. You silently cursed yourself for waiting until the last minute to find a formal outfit for Ellie and Dina’s wedding.

The original plan had been to wear a dress, sure, but as the wedding date got closer and closer, you found yourself wavering in your decision. See, the problem wasn’t wearing a dress, far from it. The problem was that you had recently found yourself leaning outside the comfort zone your wardrobe provided. Maybe it was the beautiful butches and studs your social media feeds graced you with, maybe it was your girlfriend donning a suit herself for the occasion, or maybe it was simply curiosity. Either way, the day before the wedding you rushed to your local mall and bought the first suit you saw.

The suit itself was nothing remarkable. A single-button black blazer with black slacks to match. Your dress shirt was a clean, crisp white and the tie that came with it was a skinny thing, the same midnight black as the blazer and slacks. It was simple and you’d paired it with the cutest chunky loafers you found in the depths of your closet. It was a miracle everything fit, snug yet comfortable enough to dance in once Ellie inevitably goaded the DJ into playing the entirety of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of The Moon.

You inhaled deeply, holding it for a beat before slowly pushing the air through your teeth. This would be good; things would be just fine. You stepped closer to the mirror, eyes immediately catching on the lopsided tie strung around your neck.

“Aw man, you gotta be kidding me,” You began fiddling with the tie, crossing it over itself to try and resemble something close to a Windsor knot. No matter what you tried, it kept coming loose. A quick glance at the Casio on your wrist revealed you had little more than an hour to finish up and head over to the venue. Your fingers quickened, frantic.

Heavy footfalls sounded from behind you. Your girlfriend, Abby, came into view in the mirror. You halted your tying, opting to pivot and stare at the eye candy she was.

God, you told Abby nearly everyday just how gorgeous she was (to which she would blush and scoff) but today? In a navy-blue three-piece suit, complete with brown loafers and her wire-frame glasses, your lover was something out of a sapphics wet dream. Her hair was out of its usual braid, blonde locks down and wavy at the ends. “You good, babe? Seem to be, uh, struggling with that.” Abby did a poor job of holding back a laugh.

You rolled your eyes. “Hush. I’m trying to get this tie done because we have to leave soon.”

Abby came closer, thick fingers reaching out to release the tie from your grip. “Want some help? My dad used to have me help him tie his ties when I was younger. Said it was a good skill just in case I needed to ever help out my husband or something.”

This time it was you struggling to hold back a laugh. “And now look at you. Not a husband in sight.”

Abby snorted at this, beginning to adjust the fabric and folding it over itself. “Nope, just someone I hope to make my wife someday.”

At this, you stilled. Looking up into those sky blues, you felt a smile creeping onto your lips. “Wife, huh? Well, you’re gonna have to wait until Ellie and Dina have their day, they’d kill us if you proposed during the reception.”

Abby completed the tie and straightened it around your neck, gently checking for creases and wrinkles. “I know, lovely, I know. That’s why I have an elaborate proposal planned. But you’re not gonna know when it’s happening.” At this, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Oh? And how do you know I don’t have a more elaborate proposal planned for you?”

Abby stepped back, smoothing down your shirt and buttoning your suit jacket. She dusted your shoulders free of lint. “You might, I wouldn’t know. I expect to be surprised, since you’re so confident in it.”

You shook your head, amused by your girlfriend’s antics. “Don’t worry, you’ll be plenty surprised. Now let’s get going, we don’t wanna miss the ceremony.”

As Abby turned to leave, you found yourself reaching out and turning your girlfriend back around.

“Wait.”

The confused furrow in Abby’s brow smoothed out once your hands began tugging across the fabric of her suit, similar to her movement on yours only moments earlier. You swept your fingers over her blazer, flicking off fabric pilling and loose threads. You slid your hands down her vest-covered chest, briefly tucking your hands into the spacious pockets and smoothing out the fabric within. Finally, you reached up and straightened her tie, making sure it laid flat down on her torso.

“There you go gorgeous. Now we’re ready to leave.”

Abby smiled at this, a soft one reserved for these more intimate moments. “Thank you, my love. Let’s go.”

On the way out the door, you found your hand drifting to your secure tie. “Your dad taught you well, babe. Maybe you can pass those skills onto Lev when he gets older.”

Abby barked out a laugh. “Absolutely, I’ll definitely do that. He’s gonna be the ring bearer in our wedding, after all.”

And off the two of you went, to celebrate your friend’s special day and begin planning one of your own.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #tlou2 #this was inspired by my yearning to own a suit

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