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just locked myself out of my house fr 😎😎😎
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listening to creep at 5 am before work has to be unhealthy
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this was so good omg, the way you described Abby’s jealousy >>>>>>>>>>
like holy fuck im living for ittttt!!!! the anger !! the emotion !! the drive !!
i am so ready for what comes next 🧘♀️i have never jumped to read something so fucking fast omg i love you and I’m so proud of you always <3
don't look at me like that unless you mean it
seasons don’t fear the reaper ♫ nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain
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a/n: hello hello hello!!!! i am crawling back from the trenches to update for this series!!! i've gotten a few comments here and there of people telling me how much they've enjoyed it so far which has made my heart grow 3x bigger. thank you to everyone who has been so patient with me and still following along <3 y'all mean the world to me!!!! enjoy buddies <3
word count: 1.3k (for good reason i promise)
pairings: joel miller x f!reader
warnings & tags: minors dni, abby's group pov, direct consequence of the last chapter, swearing, lots of tension!, depictions of violence, whatever you know of TLOU part II- throw it out the window from here forward — please tell me if i missed anything!
The gas station stood under the muted glow of the moon, its once-red sign now an overgrown relic, its letters lacking the shiny luster they had decades ago. The windows were boarded up with rotten wood, and the interior had been stripped down to its very foundation. It was the best refuge offered in the miles they trekked– the only, really.
Abby stormed across the linoleum floors, the rubber soles of her boots striking with an angry cadence, one maintained from the moments they stopped running. She carelessly slung her pack off her shoulders, letting it land haphazardly on the side, and drove her knife into the countertop. Planting her hands to steady herself, she murmured curses under her breath, a volatile symphony of emotions reverberating in the stale air.
The others trailed behind her, one attempting to make themselves inconspicuous by being the last– a futile effort given the charged atmosphere.
"Couldn't think of a name that didn't start with the same letter as your own?" Abby's voice cut through the silence, her anger evident even without turning to face her target.
Mel avoided looking at her hunched figure. The tension between them had been going on for months, and this was certainly the breaking point. Abby had been set on one mission for years, and all it took was five minutes for Mel to screw up. Your escape forced them fleeing farther than Abby preferred, dismantling their camp in haste and running until they felt some semblance of safety over the border into Idaho.
Embarrassment colored Mel's face as she weakly rationalized her guilt, "I told you it wasn't a good idea to begin with."
Abby scoffed and rolled her eyes, a sardonic smile curling on her lips, "What you should've told me was that you're totally fucking incapable. Would've been crystal clear, then."
Mel swallowed hard, feeling Abby's rage descend upon her like a palpable force. Glancing at the others, most avoiding eye contact due to their own discomfort, Mel crossed her arms and tried to find the courage to defend herself once more.
"I did my best."
"Well your best wasn't good enough," Abby retorted without missing a beat, finally turning to face Mel. The moonlight streamed through the cracks of the boards just enough to illuminate the intensity of her glare and furrowed brows.
It was clear that Nora and Manny's sentiments aligned with Abby's, yet they chose silence over confrontation. Jordan and Nick, perpetually indifferent, remained on the fringe, more interested in the thrill of hunting and hurting enemies rather than the unfolding of drama within their group.
"Listen, what's done is done, alright?" Owen placed his hand on Nora's back, an action that sent a pang of jealousy through Abby's stomach. She eyed them both with disgust and forced herself to swallow down the brewing nausea. "Now, our best bet is to head back to Seattle. We can regroup–"
"Se- What?" Abby's eyes widened at the suggestion. "No– We're not-"
"We don't have a choice," he cut her off and took a step towards her, concern evident on his features.
"The hell we don't!" Her voice thundered. "We're not going back!"
"You're being reckless!" Owen snapped back with an accusatory finger, "We can't afford-"
"Four years!" Abby seethed, her frustration pouring out, "Four fucking years, gone to shit because of her!"
Owen's jaw clenched, tired of the constant hostility towards Mel. "You're looking at a whole town to go after us, you know that, right?"
She pressed her lips into a thin line.
"What then, Abby? You wanna start a war with these people, is that it?" His voice raised with each word. "We can barely keep up with the Scars!"
The weight of the past bore down on Abby, her blind rage and need for retribution chaotically clashing with the pragmatic choice he presented, one that resonated with the others as they too recognized the impracticality of her rage.
Her clenched fists trembled at her sides, torn between her relentless pursuit of revenge and going about it all sensibly. She would've almost agreed with him– almost– if it hadn't been for the small voice that came from behind him.
"He's right."
The room plunged into a deafening silence, the air undeniably thick with tension now more than ever. Mel's figure was almost entirely shielded by Owen at this point, her provocation igniting an instant outrage.
Abby's features darkened and she ripped her knife from the counter, raising it as she stormed towards Mel. How dare she? It was bad enough that she embodied a constant reminder of everything Abby and Owen could've been, but now she had the audacity to defy Abby despite being the one responsible for this entire mess?
Owen caught her arm and she lunged against his hold with a powerful shout, "Fuck you!"
He pushed Abby back just enough to create distance, opening his mouth to speak but only being met with a forceful shove and resounding slap. "And fuck you, too!"
Abby's chest heaved as she backed up and glared between the two; one a former friend, the other a former lover– both nothing more than traitors to her now. She scoffed and shook her head, swiftly turning on her heel to retreat through a backroom and subsequent door outside. Manny exchanged a quick look with Nora before slowly trailing after her, while Owen watched her storm out with an apathetic expression and a loose arm wrapped around Mel in a half-assed attempt of consoling her.
Outside, Abby leaned against the cool brick of the building, her skin radiating a heat that would surely be more welcomed in the winter versus now. The bitter taste of frustration lingered in her mouth and it seemed like nothing could soothe the tumult within, not even the loud buzzing and ticking of insects around could snap her out of it.
She slid down the wall until she hit the ground with a soft thud and rubbed her hands over her face. She felt so much all at once– anger, grief, sorrow, resentment. This was all she could think about, all that she worked so hard for, only for it to be ruined. She couldn't fathom being forced to take ten steps back when she was so close to ending this nightmare.
Quietly, Manny joined her side. Her leveled counterpart, the one that could ground her when she was too close from flying off the handles. At one point in time, Owen had been that for her, but it ended long ago– back when he still believed in this mission, when he still believed in them.
Manny understood Abby's turmoil well– hell, he harbored the same resentment. He figured him to be another asshole left in this world to begin with, but the belief was solidified once he broke Abby's heart.
However, he also recognized the necessity of unity.
"Abs..." His tone was soft, "you know I've got your back, right?"
She shifted slightly, nodding and meeting his eyes. "And you know I hate Owen just as much as you do... fuckin’ idiot seems to forget these two are the reason we winded up here, but–”
Abby gave him a pointed look, to which he defensively held a hand up, "Maybe we should go back to Seattle."
All Abby could muster was a half-hearted scoff before Manny spoke again, "I know it's not what you want– but now they know, and now they'll be expecting… Think of it as a chance to make no mistakes next time."
She looked back down between her knees, reluctantly acknowledging the wisdom in his words with a nod. She sighed, her shoulders easing a bit of tension, "We were so close, Manny."
"I know, Abs," he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his voice carrying the weight of shared disappointment. With a gentle jostle, he infused a touch of optimism reserved for moments like this, "But listen... Just when they think we're gone, we'll be right under their noses, yeah?"
The thought was enough to make her crack a smile.
#joel miller x reader#my talented ass moots#birdie 🥹#talented birdie!#joel miller x f!reader#tlou#joel miller fic#tlou fanfiction
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some love from me (& pixel joel) to you! ❤️💕
thank youuu <3
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(im very late im so sorry <3)
BUT THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER I LOVE ITTTT THE TALENT !!!
if y’all haven’t read nini’s work i highly recommend you do bc it’s absolutely jaw dropping !!
and if y’all haven’t checked out bri’s masterpieces, i also highly recommend you go tun and check it outtttt
love my babes dearly and y’all are so talented <3
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆
this has been MONTHS in the making, trying to figure out an edit that's good enough for my dear twin @ilovepedro's incredible series deja vu and i think i finally got it. nini u already know how much i love you, in this life & in the next!! <3
go ahead & listen to mother bey while reading this, u won't regret it!!
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PEDRO PASCAL ━ Hot Ones
Happy Valentine's/Galentine's Day!
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Every timeeeee
Fr I play this game just to see more of my man and continue observing his 93 kg body🤤
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pinterest moodboard game!
thank you @bastardmandennis , @honeyedmiller, @pertinentpostmortem and @nostalxgic for the tag <3
open pinterest and make a moodboard of the first 9 pictures that appear!
lol it’s just prince charming/older man aesthetic
no tags bc im late lol
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I have something rlly rlly inappropriate to say. 😄🫶🏽
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y’all fuck january, all my homies hate january
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haven’t seen one for gaz yet and i do NOT tolerate gaz erasure
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doing my lifeguard certification over again and i actually miss having it as a semester long class and not shoving it into a week of learning 😆
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i love him and his curly hair and his smile and his plump lower lip and the lines on his forehead and the funny way his beard grows out and the more prominent grey patches on his chin and the dimple on his cheek and the thick frames of his glasses and and…
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