#strawberry lovers

[tuherrus]

tread lightly on my ground andante andante oh please, don't let me down

#tlou #tlou hbo #hbo tlou #the last of us #the last of us hbo #strawberry lovers #bill and frank #i was vibrating at work when i thought about the prince of egypt kiss with bill and frank so here we are....!

[mimisempai]

From the first kiss to the last... (And probably so much in between)

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[peppercheeni]

okay peeps looking for bill and frank aus, hear me out - Stardust au

frank is the fallen star trying to get home

bill goes to collect said space rock for something important (probably)

& is v surprised when he finds a man instead

just look at that smile

this boy was born to SHINE

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[bathtub-frog]

🍓Strawberry lovers🍓

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[madlysanecatlady]

Light reading

On AO3

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It had been just over three weeks since Frank had fallen into a hole and then set himself about falling again in an entirely different sort of way over the gruff but adorable survivalist who’d dug it. He'd been a bit, understandably, distracted in the moment, and had been a little vague about what a “few days” meant, but he knew three weeks was probably beyond that threshold.

Ok, fine, he amended more honestly with himself as he smiled, watching Bill concentrate on whatever wild chemistry he was doing to keep the generators running. He'd been very deliberately vague about it because he was damn well aware of the fact that he was already stupidly smitten with Bill before he’d even tasted his cooking. And after that, well, Frank knew he was probably a goner.

Besides. Bill didn't seem all that bothered by Frank's continued presence. In fact, in the evenings after all the chores and perimeter checks were done, Bill seemed quite enthusiastic about Frank's being here. It was clear the poor man had been lonely for far too long. He was just as starved for touch as he was someone to show off his truly remarkable cooking talents to. Still, Frank wasn't about to coast along, trading sex for room and board. He’d meant what he said, and he had some pride left to protect.

So after careful, meticulous observation that didn't at all involve any inappropriate staring or flirtatious smiles when Bill caught him looking, Frank was confident he knew enough of the garage’s organizational layout to be of some help in picking up after Bill while he worked. It was simple enough for the most part, tools on their neat little racks, the leftover bits and bobs in their own containers in their own drawers, and the plethora of smelly and dangerous looking acids all carefully labelled went into the fridge. Frank could tell Bill was of a meticulous sort; it was likely how he’d survived and even thrived on his own for so long. Everything had its use and its place, and everything made perfect sense.

So it was odd, to say the least, to spy a toppled stack, more a mess really, of comics and magazines in the back seat of Bill’s otherwise pristine truck. It must have been something Bill had grabbed quickly on an earlier venture out of his safe compound and simply forgotten about in lieu of more important survival things. Seeing his opportunity to be truly helpful, Frank pulled open the door and leaned into the cab to sweep the dog eared and yellowed packets of pages towards himself.

The first small stack he grabbed contained mostly light reading about country living and farming, smart choices if you needed to learn how to survive out here. But of course, Frank couldn't fathom a time where Bill didn't know everything about survival, so he couldn't quite place why he'd pause in his efficient preparations to grab these. It only took a second, but Frank realised with a frown. It was probably quite lonely out here all by himself; he could easily see Bill grabbing these, hoping to spend a few minutes reading, pretending everything was normal, that everything was ok. Frank often wanted to do the same.

‘Don't bother with those,’ Bill’s gruff yet somehow still sweet voice startled Frank as he dove back in for another stack. He paused, a glossy feeling magazine in his hand and half sat in the seat to turn and look at Bill.

‘They’ll probably be fire kindling in winter,’ Bill shrugged. ‘Don’t even know why I grabbed ’em.’

Frank smiled at the careful way Bill always tried to seem so fully above it all. It was a self defense mechanism, he recognised, but Frank was hoping he could worm his way past those iron defenses and let him know it was perfectly ok to care about things every once in a while. He turned to sit fully, facing Bill properly, the magazine in his hand moving into his lap without even a glance in its direction.

‘Everyone can do with some light reading every so often, Bill,’ he told him quietly. ‘There’s nothing wrong with getting lost in an article about fruit conserves or whatever and just forgetting that everything’s gone to hell for a minute.’

Bill didn’t appear to have an answer to that. Actually, Frank couldn’t tell if he was even really paying attention. Bill’s gaze was transfixed on the magazine in Frank’s lap as if it were personally insulting him. As he watched him, Frank noticed a violent shade of red rising up over Bill’s beard and into his cheeks. Curious, he lowered his gaze and eyed the chiseled hunk of a man standing scantily clad and alluring on the cover and instantly understood.

‘Light reading,’ Frank repeated gently with a kind smile. He wasn't judging in the slightest, especially not thinking back to the rather impressive lewd collection of his own he’d had stashed away back in Baltimore. The hard part would be convincing Bill of that fact though.

He put the magazine on the seat behind him, as though to say give that thing no further thought. With a reassuring smile, he reached out and clasped long hands around slightly trembling wrists. ‘Bill, neither of us are Puritans here. I get it. It gets lonely out here.’

Bill pulled himself free, and Frank was worried he was about to turn away and flee. He was readying himself to hold Bill back, to reassure him, but froze when instead Bill reached out to him, cupping the back of his head gently, an odd, wry smile on his face.

‘Not anymore,’ he said so quietly Frank couldn’t be sure he’d heard him say it.

‘What?’ Frank blinked, somewhat stupidly, as Bill moved closer, ducking into the truck with him.

‘It’s not lonely here anymore,’ he repeated before closing the distance between them.

Frank allowed himself to be gently pushed back into the seat, shoving aside the magazines in the way, probably flinging a few of them under the seats. Frank didn’t care, not with the way Bill was kissing him. Actually, he was pretty sure he’d be having a hard time getting himself to care about anything other than this again.

-

It was about a week later when Bill shooed Frank out of the kitchen while he finished up the dishes that he slipped out into the garage to look in the back seat for the magazine. He didn’t bother looking very hard for the original one under the seats – there were others to choose from after all. He simply grabbed the most promising looking one and stole back inside.

He waited patiently on the sofa, cuddling into Bill’s side when he finally joined him. He grinned sideways at him and held up the magazine. ‘Up for some light reading?’

The look Bill shot him told Frank there would likely not be much reading involved.

He was right. They barely made it to page two.

#bill x frank #the last of us #tlou hbo #my fic #strawberry lovers #bill and frank

[use1essgir]

Not the prettiest picture but it tastes so good

+it's under 200cal and keeps me satisfied for a long time

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[fuzzy-devil-trumpets]

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[tapeskingdom]

strawberry themed washi tape

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[stickerskingdom]

Pink Strawberry garden leaf sticker tape

#strawberry gift #strawberry lover #strawberry party #strawberry sticker #strawberry #strawberry leaf #fruit tape #strawberry themed #strawberry lovers #i love strawberries

[severedfloors]

long long time

#thought too hard about the contrast between the cordyceps fungus and the strawberries+flowers so here this is!! #:') #the bones are the lovers of valdona from pompeii if they look familiar #the last of us #the last of us series #the last of us hbo #tlou #tlou hbo #myart #artists on tumblr #digital art #bill and frank #tlou fanart #will def have to draw joel and or ellie soon

[johnnydany]

Strawberry Festival Fruit Lover T-Shirt

Get yours now: https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/40572646-strawberry-festival-fruit-lover

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[thomasdaniel91]

Funny Strawberry Shortcake T-Shirt

Get yours now: https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/37134147-funny-strawberry-shortcake

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[mimisempai]

The way Bill says things is so beautiful, so honest. When he says "I'm satisfied", he has that smile, that expression, even that little sparkle in his eye, like a secret that only those in love share.

And Frank's slight shrug in response confirms it, he knows exactly what Bill is talking about.

Then that final statement, "You were my purpose." which is confirmed in the letter Bill wrote to Joel.

"But I was wrong because there was one person worth saving.

"That's what I did."

"I saved him. "

"Then I protected him. "

It sums up Bill's evolution so well. He made Frank the center of his existence. His paranoia helped him protect a real person. Everything he had learned as a survivalist he put into protecting the one he loved.

His purpose.

If that’s not true love, then what it is ?

#the last of us #the last of us spoilers #the last of us show #bill the last of us #frank the last of us #bill and frank #bill x frank #true love #strawberry lovers #tlou #tlou spoilers #tlou episode 3 spoilers #murray bartlett #nick offerman #Welcome to my midnight ramblings

[peppercheeni]

i wonder what would have happened if frank had been shot instead of bill and how bill would have reacted

okay, I wanted to do some "light research" & got waaaay too invested...

so I turned this response into a mini-fic lol

I'm sorry it took so long, but I hope it was worth the wait! :')

“Get inside!”

Frank squints through the relentless downpour, sifting his focus constantly to avoid the intrusive glow of the flames beyond the fence. He can make out Bill’s silhouette – a dark shape in motion, carved out sharply against an orange inferno. 

Keeping himself low, Frank is acutely aware of shotgun blasts echoing through the air; his fingers instinctively tense around his own firearm. He sees Bill stagger sideways then and a pang of adrenaline propels him forward, into a swift and careful dash across the street.

Ever obstinate, Bill reorients quickly and returns fire. When Frank reaches him and presses a stabilizing hand to his back, Bill jerks away as if he’s been burned.

Frank gives Bill a once over and, though he knows they’re not out of the woods yet, sighs in quiet relief when he can’t find an obvious entry wound. “We need to get inside,” He transfers his gun from his right hand to his left, preparing to wrap his dominant arm around the other man’s waist and drag him out of the street. 

“No!” Bill shoves him away with rough, frantic movements. “No! Frank, FRANK–”

“INSIDE! NOW!” Frank meets Bill’s gaze - icy, furious, and then, very suddenly, something else - something feverish and erratic. Bill's no longer yelling, but the way he’s stiffened mid-action, fear pooling in his glossy eyes; it’s deafening somehow. 

Frank is aware of how his body jolts off-kilter, how he tenses involuntarily and shuffles his feet in an attempt to regain stability, but it is in a numb, detached way, like falling underwater. The arm he’d intended to grapple around Bill’s midsection flails off-course and, for a long, dreadful instant, he is drowning in a sea of vertigo.

It’s the strong, firm grip on his forearm that brings Frank back to the surface. 

He feels himself jerk upwards and crash clumsily into Bill’s side, and his feet are on solid ground again.

Frank doesn’t have to pull now; Bill’s moving with him, arm hooked around Frank’s ribcage, magnetizing their torsos together and plunging them towards the house as a unit.

As the two men tumble through the entryway and into the dining room, lightheaded and quivering with adrenaline, Frank’s head droops, his gaze naturally falling on a blotch of crimson staining Bill’s shirt. And then the dread returns, slamming sensation back into his body so violently, his knees fold beneath him.

“Frank–”  Bill is fully supporting him now, and perhaps he has been this whole time, Frank realizes, unable to lift himself from where he sags against the other man’s heaving chest. There’s pain too – a burning pain in his right oblique, hot and all-consuming.

“I-I’m ooh-okay,”  Frank hisses, and he knows before the words leave his mouth that he isn’t selling it. 

Bill is hoisting him onto the table now – 

Bill, who is red in the face and shuddering with excretion –

Whose hands tremble with stubborn, anxious energy – 

Whose breath comes in short, agonized gasps – 

Bill, who lowers him down so gently and cradles his head to prevent it from knocking against the wooden surface –

“We…We g-got this…”  Frank murmurs, head lulling back, fingers searching blindly for Bill’s hand.

“H-Hold here,”  Bill’s voice is gruff and breathy as he takes Frank’s hand and presses it firmly against the wound in his side, reigniting the raw, fiery agony. Frank takes a sharp breath and shakily exhales out the urge to scream, instead pressing his lips together in a low whimper. 

But it’s okay, he’s okay. The pain will keep him anchored, keep him conscious; it will keep him here with – 

Bill pulls his hand away, and the motion feels so sudden and devastating, it shatters his thoughts into shards. There’s a steady panic building in his chest, as he imagines Bill grabbing his gun and running back outside – outside to finish off the intruders – and leaving him inside, alone and bleeding out.

“B-Bill…?”  

Frank crams his hand more tightly against his abdomen, moaning in anguished trepidation. Above him, the ceiling is a blurring swirl of lights and shadows.

“BILL!”

An urgent clamor of steps signals Bill’s return. Frank releases a strangled breath once he can sense his partner’s familiar presence next to him, tears trickling from the outer corners of his eyes and down the sides of his face. His eyelids droop with heavy relief.

Under less strenuous circumstances, he may have felt foolish – even embarrassed – for being frightened Bill would leave him alone like this, incapacitated and strewn across the table – their table – where they’d shared their first meal. 

Frank can trust Bill to take care of him. He feels such security at this thought – this truth, really – that he relaxes into exhaustion’s treacherous grasp, eyelids bowing into irresistible darkness.

CRASH

The clatter startles Frank awake and he jerks upwards convulsively. Really, he hardly gets his shoulders off the table before flopping back down uselessly, racked with the vengeful reminder of his circumstances.

It is there, trapped between a trawl of fatigue and a scourge of pain, that Frank wonders if he’ll ever come back from this. He supposes, if he doesn’t, he won’t be here to find out.

“D-Dn’t…” Frank mumbles, brows furrowed in agonized concentration, “Do n-naht go b’ck ow-out therer…” Distantly, he is aware that Bill’s saying something in response, touching his hand – but all Frank can hear is the familiar hum of his voice; all he can feel is the ghost of Bill’s skin against his own.

And then he’s sinking again – collapsing back into that empty, terrible, ethereal abyss.

---

Bill’s hands tremble wildly as he pours alcohol over one and then the other. Almost on its own accord, the bottle tumbles from his grip, and Bill can only watch as it hits the ground, hemorrhaging whiskey all over the floor.

Frank utters a strangled cry, loud enough to pull Bill’s eyes away from the mess below. He isn’t quite fast enough to stop Frank from banging his head back against the table.

“FUCK!” 

Bill rubs his hands together, fretful and agitated and, GOD, what is wrong with him? He knows exactly what to do, he has everything he needs; hell, he’s even patched a gunshot wound before. So why now, when it matters fucking most – when Frank NEEDS him – are his always-steady hands suddenly quaking like those of a frightened school boy? 

“D-Dn’t…”  Once again, Frank’s voice pulls Bill out of his head and, this time, he forces himself into action. He clasps his left hand over Frank’s hand – now limply draped over the wound – and renews a firm pressure. With his right hand, Bill digs through the first aid kit.

“Fr-Frank, I…”  Bill knows he’d be wise to keep his partner talking, but his own words drag on his tongue with the heft of an anchor in the sand, “Oh…oooh…okay…al-almost done…”

Sweat drips down Bill’s face as he finally rips a roll of gauze from the kit.

“Do n-naht go b’ck ow-out therer…”  Frank slurs, chest heaving with the effort of it. 

Do not go back out there. 

"I'm right here, Frank," There's a certainty in Bill's voice now, a replenished sense of resolve, "I'm not goin' anywhere." 

When Bill had needed him most – even before he knew just how big of a need he’d truly had – Frank was there, always. And Bill would be damned if he didn’t return the favor now.

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[iinevitable]

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#cute bunny #cute animals #animal lover #lana del rey #girlrotting #girlblogger #girl interrupted syndrome #girlblogging #just girly thoughts #lana is our queen #female gaze #female hysteria #coquette girl #coquette aesthetic #strawberry shortcake #manic pixie dream girl #my year of rest and relaxation #lana del rey aesthetic #lana is god #lana del rey aka lizzy grant #my little pony #ultraviolence #lana unreleased #female manipulator #female rage #femcel #vintage fashion #vintage coquette #chemtrails over the country club #not my pic

[madlysanecatlady]

Paying attention to the little things

On AO3

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Just a bit of paint.

That was really not all that much Frank had asked for. Bill still barely understood why he'd even bothered to fight Frank on his request. Bill had never been one to deny his Frank anything, and he didn't see the point in starting now with something so stupid.

And so he’d mixed up a new battery for the truck, prayed to whatever God may have decided to not forsake them that the gasoline hadn’t turned to water yet and ventured out to hardware store.

Much of the paint was a little worse for wear. A lot of it had dried up, leaving sad, dehydrated powders and gunk sitting in the bottoms of their cans. A few of them had been salvageable, however, so Bill dutifully loaded them into the back of the truck with some lawn care tools and paintbrushes. He secured it all down and was about to pop the tailgate closed when a bright pop of colour caught his eye. He sighed. That pot of overgrown garishly yellow flowers was just the kind of useless crap Frank would adore. Flowers were pointless. They were all show and no function. Of course Frank would say something stupid like brightening up a room was far from pointless, and that it was important to appreciate beauty for beauty's sake or something sappy like that. Bill hadn’t even finished the thought before several pots of flowers had been loaded safely into the truck.

Bill truly couldn't deny Frank anything. Even the things he didn't ask for.

With a bone-weary sigh, Bill grabbed a watering can and made a mental note to increase the number of rain barrels.

It seemed Bill was becoming one of those people who paid attention to the little things.

#bill x frank #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou #the last of us hbo #strawberry lovers #my fic