Non Sexual Intimacy!!!! Bathing Together, Washing Each Other, Playing With Each Other's Hair, Kissing

waiting for my butch knight to save me

I can't get neighbor Abby out of my head.

Hi, guys. I needed a little fluff in my life today. Maybe you do, too. If so, I hope you enjoy this quick blurb. Neighbor Abby has me dream spinning whole ass fanfics in my head. Can the next girl I give my heart to please be this sweet? Kinda had my fill of having my heart torn out. Whew. Biting my tongue with that one. Thanks, universe.

May we never, ever settle for less.

Last summer, you noticed her hauling dented boxes up and down the stone pathway to the fixer upper next door. Nipping at her heels, a hyper German Shepherd puppy and some mouthy dude barking Spanish at her with a smirk permanently fixed to his face.

He was handsome enough and you wondered at first if maybe they were together.

The thought did not make your stomach pull an unexpected, uncomfortable flip.

The woman rocks a pretty magnetic smile, is all.

And you haven't been watching her for months. Sure, you've noticed her. But that's only natural. She lives right beside you, after all. It's impossible to simply ignore her existence.

The way she walks her dog at exactly 5:45am as if she's tethered to a timeline that'll alter the fabric of reality itself should she be even one minute behind schedule.

The way she talks to the pup like he's her best friend in the entire universe and simultaneously, the biggest trouble maker she's ever known.

It's painfully cute and if you linger to watch it play out, it's only because the moment rivals the morning sun.

She's definitely the girl who works her ass off all week long, still managing to keep an immaculate front lawn. A garden peppered with lush roses and wildflowers. Bright green grass evenly trimmed from hedge to hedge.

You hear the mechanical growl of her lawnmower twice a week like clockwork. When you peek through the curtains, you notice her pink cheeks and freckled shoulders, dappled by the afternoon rays, her long golden braid a mess of frizz and exertion.

Sometimes her deep blue gaze flits to yours while she swipes an old rag across her dirt streaked forehead. If you fly backward from your livingroom window at record speed, she's graceful enough not mention it. Not when you bump into each other sauntering out to the mailboxes every Saturday, anyway.

It works for you. You get to admire her from afar and feed your daydreams without ever fumbling through the terrifying reality of being seen by someone who makes your heart pulse into a frantic somersault.

Until recently.

Because of course, with your luck, something shifted. Something big.

Abby doesn't stop when she finishes mowing her lawn anymore. She cuts the motor, rolls the old machine down the cracked sidewalk and fires back up at the edge of your property.

The first time it happened, you almost let your panic ruin a good thing, tempted to blow through your front door to tell her she didn't have to. But she worked so meticulously and with an air of ease you've only ever seen from women too confident to take no for an answer. Not when it comes to kind acts of service.

Not when it comes to matters of the heart.

So, you let her finish. You let her turn your yard into pleasant lines and fresh earth.

Tomorrow will be a good day.

When 5:45am blinks at you from the alarm clock beside your bed, you'll resolve to hop out of bed to whip up a plate of breakfast and hot mug of coffee, something to greet her with when she returns from her walk.

Something to say thank you.

Something to say, I think I can't stop noticing you.

And here's the thing. You figure she might be cordial about it. Give you a polite nod and a gentle, surprised smile before taking her spoils into the house to toss them directly into the bin because you really have no idea what she likes to eat and maybe she hates bacon.

With a body like hers, you can only assume she has a strict regimen.

But the moment her sneakers squeak up the driveway, excited paws clicking alongside her, it's as if she knew you'd be there waiting. Like maybe, she'd been wondering when you'd finally catch a hint.

Like maybe, she can't stop noticing you too.

"I was hoping you'd be here."

When she says it, when her voice wraps around you like a soft sweater warm from the dryer, the sunrise freezes. A moment carved out just for you and this breathtaking girl who looks at you like you hold all the answers she seeks.

"I don't know if you're, like… strict with your meals or whatever. You look like someone who counts macros."

She grins. Gives her companion a quick scrub between his ears. And it's the most beautiful thing. Just, normal. Easy, somehow. Even the small shrug she gives you feels like tenderness.

"I do. But I'm making an exception," Abby says, chewing the corner of her lip, her eyes never once leaving yours. "For you? Always. Wanna come in?"

Skin textures, armpit hair, and stretch marks.

From a nerdy gym rat standpoint, this is so cool to experience in a video game.

I haven't personally seen anyone mention Abby's stretch marks before, but forgive me if it's already been discussed to death.

Still, as a person with a similar physique, my own arms etched with stretch marks, I'm so stoked about this.

What a killer detail for an already badass woman.

lev’s name also literally translates to “heart” so abby healed because she found her heart… cries

Abby didn’t heal by killing the man who killed nearly everyone she loved, her community of fireflies, her father, she healed by understanding why he killed everyone she knew.

She healed by finding and loving a child she didn’t think she would love and betraying people she once looked up to and abandoning everything she thought she knew for the simple love of someone who needed protection. She looked at Lev and finally understood that she would also kill everyone for this child who trusts her.

She looked at Lev and realized her father was killed because he stood between someone who couldn’t bear to lose the last person they loved and a vulnerable child. He was killed because of love. And that is what healed her, understanding why Joel did what he did, realizing that the reason she killed him was so close to the reason why he killed her father.

They’re the same. And if the Lev plot had happened before the revenge sequence, I certainly think she would have given up and stopped looking for Joel.

It’s important that it wasn’t revenge but understanding that brings peace.

The Escape.

ugh i kinda love leah, i wish she had screentime

Leah on patrol for supplies

ellie literally wrote in her diary that she felt guilty when she didn’t think of joel for five minutes and that’s why the entire theatre sequence just doesn’t work for me. that kid is traumatised and guilty for all the time wasted, for those conversations left unspoken. there’s already this insane time jump after joel’s death and you want me to believe that after witnessing his gruesome death, ellie is chirpy and excited about dina being pregnant. that entire sequence looked like a badly written comedy. ellie calls dina a burden because she’s put into a morally difficult situation. it’s not okay and you are allowed to be pissed at her. you are allowed to dislike ellie’s actions—but you know what they stem from. the show’s too afraid to make their own characters unlikable and it hurt the story as a whole.

abby anderson and abby coded characters

more jackson abby photomodes

just wanted to say i changed my username 😭 formerly was “abbyanderstrap” 🫶🏼