Abby My Love

non sexual intimacy!!!! bathing together, washing each other, playing with each other's hair, kissing every inch of their body, writing love letters on their back with your finger, connecting their moles and freckles to create constellations on their skin, running your hands up and down their thighs, ugh just expressing physical love without it having to be about sex!!!!

she’s literally the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen in my entire life and i’m not even exaggerating.

photo from abbystanaccount ᡣ𐭩

i can die happy knowing i have the same nose as abby, now she just needs to give me a baby so i can pass on our genetics

abby anderson if you can hear us please save us abby anderson please come back save us we need your beefy biceps and shoulders to save us

omg why did that suck so bad??

let me say the pros first:

young mazino jesse is growing on me. he gets that responsible/sarcastic thing that game jesse has. and the fact that he is shown taking care of all of them in the end is very in character and nice for us to see.

gabriel luna once again slays as tommy. that kiss with maria, the longing???? god. i love him.

the fighting in jackson was a cool idea, would have enjoyed playing a sequence like that in the game, but overall the change hurts more than it helps.

okay that's about it for what i liked lmao! the cons:

where is my pot smoking lesbian love scene. what the fuck.

kaitlyn dever looks like a little kid, genuinely. and so does bella ramsey. kaitlyn has more emotional range than bella but neither of them can carry that rage and heartbreak. neither of them are raw and brutal like they are in the game. they're both trying too hard and it shows.

everything that was changed from the game was worse, and i believe that with my whole heart. why wasn't tommy with joel? the reason tommy goes as psycho as he does it because of the grief he has from introducing joel to abby. why didn't we get dina/ellie patrol route to further solidify their relationship? dina being at the lodge made no sense and added exactly nothing to the plot. why was ellie going to jump right back into patrols with joel? in the game she barely even spoke with him before he died, but in the show apparently they're good enough to just hang out now???

The Scene™ was simply not executed as masterfully as in the game. like, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. the colors were off (where is my cold, dark, shadowed death scene?), the stab was fucking pathetic compared to game abby's yell and final blow, owen didn't get a chance to do his "if we kill them we're no better than he is" which actually gives him a character trait. abby spent wayyyy too much time explaining everything to joel. and joel is like. crying? instead of spitting mad and sneering his way towards a death he always knew was coming. where's the RAGE???? it's all sanitized and therapy-speak and big feelings and sad girls and weak old men. it just doesn't hit as hard.

the show is trying so hard to make us sympathize with abby, even more than the game, and it's so forced as to feel stupid. also, side note, why is she housewifing for owen? she's a bitch to him in the game and i like that about her. why is she rubbing his arms and making him soup or whatever? not my muscle mommy.

no "bigot sandwich" line???? best line in the whole game???

anyways those are my thoughts, i'm sure i'll have more, but come talk with me about them if you want!

wholesome / soft!abby learning how to do things simply because she loves you. (modern au) ✿

━━━━━━━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━━━━━━━━

It was late, just past midnight and the apartment had gone still. You had gone to bed an hour ago, after gently insisting Abby didn't need to stay up finishing the laundry.

But Abby had stayed up anyway.

Not because of laundry.

Because earlier that evening, while brushing your hair out after a shower, you had said offhandedly,

"I've always wanted to learn how to do a proper French braid, but I can never get the hand placement right."

You hadn't meant it as a request. Just one of those things people say when they're sleepy and relaxed, idly untangling their hair in the glow of lamplight.

But it had stuck in Abby's chest in that quiet, persistent way things did when they mattered.

And now she was sitting on the living room rug, her laptop open in front of her, a tutorial video paused on a smiling woman holding a mannequin head.

Abby's fingers were wrapped awkwardly around a sad-looking practice braid made from yarn she'd pulled out of an old craft box. Her brows were knit together in deep focus.

"Under, over... no-under again? Shit."

She rewound the video, watching the woman's hands again. Her own hands were big, too clumsy, and this yarn was too slippery, but she was determined. You deserved something soft.

Something delicate. Something that said, I listen. I care. I want to do this for you.

Eventually, after the third or fourth video and countless redos, she got the rhythm. Her fingers started to move with more confidence, more grace.

It still wasn't perfect, but it looked like something.

Like effort. Like love.

She stared down at the wonky braid, a quiet smile tugging at her lips.

A shadow appeared in the hallway- you, sleepy and wrapped in a blanket, blinking at the light.

"Abs? What are you doing?"

Abby froze. "I-nothing. Go back to bed."

You pad closer, crouching beside her and squinting at the yarn.

"..Is that a braid?"

Abby rubbed the back of her neck, sheepish. "I was... practicing. You said you never learned, so l thought-maybe I could. So I can do it for you."

You stared at her for a beat too long, eyes glassy with the kind of affection that makes your chest ache.

Then you leaned forward and kissed her-soft, sleepy, so full of warmth it almost hurt.

"You're ridiculous," you murmured against Abby's lips.

𓂃₊ ⊹

Later that same week, you walked into the living room to find Abby half-inside the laundry closet, surrounded by the scattered innards of the dryer.

"Should I be worried?" you asked, setting your keys down.

Abby's voice echoed from inside the machine.

"Only mildly. It was making that squeaky noise again. I watched like, five repair videos. I think it's just the belt."

You squint at her. "You hate mechanical stuff."

"Yeah, well. You said you hate calling repair guys even more." Abby slid out, grease smudged across her cheek. "Figured I'd try."

You crossed your arms, trying not to smile. "I’m starting to think you can fix anything."

Later that night, the dryer spun without a sound, just the hum of warm air and fresh laundry.

There were no grand declarations. No elaborate gestures.

Just glue, orbit wires, a silenced squeaky dryer, and the quiet, steady rhythm of loving someone by showing up - over and over again.

18+ smut.

Abby sexting is honestly the sweetest and simultaneously hottest thing to ever exist.

Because at first, she's so bad at initiating it. We're talking comically bad. This girl paces her apartment typing and deleting messages left and right. She's always been better at writing things down but for some reason, learning how to excite you over the phone feels intimidating. But once she trusts you, once she feels truly comfortable, it goes from painfully awkward to fucking devastating in a flash and there's no going back.

They start out slow. Shy. Just this side of flirtatious.

She might send you a selfie in front of a filthy ass mirror, phone angled low, her abs still tight and glistening with sweat from intense core work. One arm casually flexed like she's not deliberately showing off the vascularity in her forearm.

I did hip thrusts thinking about you.

You know that vein down my bicep you like? I made it pop for you today. Wanna see?

You looked really hot in my shirt last night. Just saying.

And somehow, over the course of a few brave conversations between you, this girl becomes a dedicated professional at ruining any chance in hell you have of focusing.

You're at the grocery store, the farmers market, the library... she is thoroughly enjoying making your entire body flush hot. Because at the end of the day, she adores her women with her whole body and soul. She wants to be the one who makes you feel alive.

She wants to remind you how much you mean to her.

How much she needs you.

You'd make such pretty noises if I dragged you into the shower right now.

You ever hear your own voice right before you come? It's the hottest fucking sound I've ever heard.

My hand's between my legs and it's not enough. Not when I know how good your mouth feels. Call me when you're alone, yeah?

But what you're not ready for, are the voicemails she drops on you like an audible aphrodisiac. Once she sees the effect her words have on you through text, she's obsessed with the thought of you laying cozily in the dark, one hand over your mouth, the other clutching your phone, just listening.

Maybe I shouldn't be doing this, but… I can't stop thinking about you. I'm in bed and I can still feel your gorgeous thighs on my shoulders. The way you sound when you're riding me. The way you taste. I swear to god, I'm losing my mind.

You're mine, you know that?

Even when we're apart, you're still mine.

Call me back.

God, her growth arc is so good.

uh...abby in a sleep gown anyone? ૮꒰˶>ᴗ<˶꒱ა♡⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

lowkey throbbing at her nipples!!...

waiting for my butch knight to save me