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hey loves, i just wanted to be transparent on here for a second. i don't feel like, pressured, to put this out there or anything but i hate that i'm not as active on here anymore and i miss you guys so much :(
i'm going through a really difficult time lately. i've decided to basically call it quits with my relationship and everything with that has extremely difficult to navigate/deal with for numerous reasons. secondly, my job requires a lot of my attention and focus since i'm still relatively new. it's been a wonderful experience so far but it's super consuming of pretty much all my energy, which i know it'll get easier as time goes on but for now it's just a lot.
just those two things alone have been a lot for me to take on with everything else i have to tend to in life. if you took the time to read i love and appreciate you 🫶🏼
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hello my loves i miss you all so much!!! life is kicking my ass but i think about you all daily <3
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happy weekend babies i miss you all sm on here & hope everyone is doing wonderfully 💕✨
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i, once again, have played chicken with the sun.
the sun won.
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hello frens just poppin to say hi and i love u all muah 💕
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ARTHUR MORGAN RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2
hello! it's been a minute since i've posted a set from my gameplay, so here's another :)
much love to you all, always. 🩷
- anna xx
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MAAAAAAAC i love u 🥺🥺
ngl i was a little apprehensive writing it from this perspective even though it's short because this is really where i'm throwing canon to the wind and venturing off into this universe i've created for reader, joel, and ellie— but i am very glad that it was received well thus far so thank you & everyone who's invested in this silly lil story 🥹🫶🏼
your endless support is like a warm blanket and i'm so grateful for you 🩷🩷🩷
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.
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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
|| series masterlist || main masterlist ||
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#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller fic#tlou#the last of us#tlou fanfiction#annasmasterlist#anna writes
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some love from me (& pixel joel) to you! ❤️💕
OMG MARI HI LUV HOW ARE YOU?!🥹🩷🩷🩷 HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!!
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night shift is rocking my shit. all i wanna do is sleep and write ffs 🥲
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Hiiii I saw the other anon you got about your joel x reader series so I just wanted to come on here too and say that I also love your writing and am eager for another chapter!! I never wanted to message you before bc I didn’t wanna sound pushy or like I was demanding you to write more. But since you said it motivates you…. 🙈
Anyways I love your Joel x reader and can’t wait to see where you take them. I was so excited when they finally *boinked* hehe and i can’t wait for them to *boink* again 😏 ok byyeeee!!
anon u gave me a proper belly laugh with that ending LMAO
thank you so much for the kind words my friend!!! please feel free to send a message to my inbox any time, whether it's a comment or question or whatever u have in that brain of yours!
like i said in the previous ask, i've drafted out the next few chapters and i'm very content with where the story is heading for them! i will admit this story turned out being more for me to take on than i expected so i'm always thinking that my plots/subplots are getting messy or don't totally make sense or that i've got the pacing all wrong, but reading these sweet messages from you lovely people on here put me at ease and reassure me that i'm doing okay & on the right track 🩷
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hi darling 💕 i wanted to know if you are planning on continuing your joel x reader series? i am honestly obsessed with it haha. no pressure at all, i’m sure you are so busy, just curios. hope you’re having a great day! ⛅️🩵
hello anon!!!
i most definitely am planning on continuing my joel x reader series! i've made a few comments on my ao3 in reference to other comments like this that it's been hard to find the time to write and give the story the proper love + care it deserves :( the latest works on it have just been drafting out the next few chapters really— but to hear that you're enjoying it has made my night 🩷
i started a new job recently & i have school at the same time (both are full time) so my free time is scarce but i think about very often! and honestly it's comments like these that also encourage me to get back to it so thank you for the lil boost my friend 🫶🏼
&&&& i hope you are having a lovely day/night hehe!
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was gunna write and then life™️ happened. 😔
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spotify daylist
rules: Go to Spotify, search for your daylist, and share the unhinged title of the playlist and 5 songs from the playlist (since it's got recommended tracks in there I'll let y'all pick).
thank you @tinygarbage for the tag ily bae 🩷
title: energy summer evening
you right — doja cat ft. the weeknd
ribs — lorde
eventually — tame impala
i hate u — sza
is there someone else? — the weeknd
no other tags atm but anyone is obviously free to participate! ❤️
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using only song titles of one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people.
thank u @lumoverheaven & @bastardmandennis for the tags even tho i'm extremely late to this lol 🩷
artist: young the giant
what's your gender: panoramic girl
how do you feel: mind over matter
if you could go anywhere: apartment
favorite mode of transportation: tightrope
your best friend: my body
favorite time of day: darkest shade of blue
if your life was a tv show: something to believe in
relationship status: you + i
your fears: oblivion
no tags atm but anyone is welcome to participate!!
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