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drizzledrawings · 1 year
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Im so normal about father daughter relationships
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CARNAL!joel
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psychedelic-ink · 1 year
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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐝
pairing: pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader
genre: angst, smut, romance, slow burn, mutual pining, secret relationship
series summary: After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.
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chapter summary: you have your first girls' night out with Olivia and of course, Joel is at the same bar— waiting for his date.
warnings: alcohol consumption, piv sex (between joel and ofc!asha sorry y'all but don't worry reader and joel are gonna get there... eventually), a bit of hurt/comfort vibes, sex for comfort
Chapter Three || Chapter Five
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The bar is much more crowded than you expect, but then again, you haven't been going out much so you wouldn't really know. Despite the sweaty crowd, the fans do a good job of circulating the air and it smells nice, like strawberries.
Olivia is sitting across from you. There’s a small wooden bowl of unshelled peanuts on the table, she reaches over and takes one. You’re a bit nervous. You're barely paying attention as you absentmindedly shove the nail of your thumb into the pad of your forefinger, lost in thought. Your eyes lift to Olivia just in time to see her dark brows furrow with concentration as she deftly peels the thick shell off the nut, a bit of tongue peeking out above her glossy bottom lip.
She looks nice, you observe. Her white knitted tank top accentuates her breasts, and the mustard yellow ring around her waistline draws your eye to her curves. You can see a shimmer to her dark skin, little specks of gold that catch the light. You assume it must be the body spray she's wearing. Meanwhile, she pushes a successfully deshelled peanut between her lips. You suddenly feel uncomfortable with your own outfit. 
You had made an effort, mostly because Tommy had insisted, but you couldn't imagine going out in sweatpants anyway. You're wearing a burgundy dress, the sleeves going all the way to your elbows and the neckline delightfully deep. The dress is a bit too short for your comfort, and you find yourself tugging it down whenever you stand up, but it elicited a whistle from Olivia when she first saw you, so you decide the trouble is worth it.
When Olivia throws the remains of the peanut shell to the floor, you frown. 
“I don’t think you’re supposed to litter.” 
“Look around babe,” she answers, taking another peanut. “It’s the concept.” 
Suddenly you’re abundantly aware of the peanut shells on the floor acting as decor, your lips form a simple oh. Before you turn back to Olivia, you see multiple people throwing their shells to the floor. The waiter appears before you can get the words out.
“What can I get you, ladies, on this fine evening?” 
“I want a long island ice tea,” Olivia smiles, her green eyes flitting to you. 
In contrast to Olivia's effortless smile, yours is awkward and forced, the corners of your lips trembling slightly.
“A greyhound please,” 
“Anything else?” 
Olivia throws more shells to the floor, “Are you hungry?” 
“A bit.” 
She proceeds to order a mixed plate of deep-fried everything, which your stomach has no objections to. When the waiter leaves, you finally reach out and grab a peanut for yourself. 
“I see you every day, can you relax?” 
“Sorry, it’s just…” you swallow. “It’s been a while since I went out. I’m just a bit excited. I’ll return to normal, promise.” 
“I bet you’ll feel much better after we get some alcohol in your system,” she leans closer, and so do you, your nail ferociously battles the salty shell of the peanut. “You don’t go out much with the boys?” 
“Boys?” 
“Duh, the brothers,” she grins, tapping her nails against the table's surface. “Tommy and Joel, don’t they ever take you out?” 
“Not really. I mean Joel is mostly busy with work and Sarah. Tommy comes by to fix up the room.” 
“Ohhh, that’s right, you two were working on that little project of yours,” the waiter comes back with their drinks, leaves them, and moves to the next table. “How is it like spending time with him?” 
A soft chuckle falls from your lips, “He actually wanted to come tonight, but I said no,” when Olivia shoots you a confused glance you grin. “Girls only.” 
“Hell yeah it is!” she exclaims which is followed by a cheerful woo, she lifts the cold glass to her lips and takes two gulps. Her red lipgloss stains the rim. “How is the room going by the way? Have you managed to paint anything yet?”
“We barely started, last night we cleared out the room,” you rub the side of the glass with your thumb. “And no. But that’s enough of me, what about you?”
Olivia’s face lights up at that. Her parents recently came to visit from Boston and she was quite excited for them to meet Pyrrha. The two had been dating for two months but their chemistry was instant. Olivia had described it as love at first sight when she came to work the next day— she never even believed in love before, her words not yours, and it took her by surprise.
But Pyrrha, she said that day, They’re different. 
You’re confused as to why the memory makes you think of Joel but it does. The heat of alcohol burns your cheeks. You force yourself to smile at what Olivia is saying. You catch her train of thought mid-sentence. The meeting with the parents had gone without a hitch. You’re happy for them. Olivia is one of those rare people that genuinely deserves to be happy. And you’re just about to say that. Your lips part, and at the same time you reach for a peanut, with the corner of your eyes you notice the waiter coming to your table with a large plate—
Then you see him. 
Joel fucking Miller. 
At the bar. 
Alone. 
His eyes are glued to the door, his leg bobbing up and down. When the waiter lays the plate in front of you both, you can’t even look to thank him. Olivia does it for you and follows your gaze. Her eyes go wide, bringing her half-full glass to her lips. 
“Holy shit is that the Joel?” she lets out a soft whistle. “I wasn’t aware he was the type to wear a leather jacket, it suits him.” 
“Yeah that’s new,” you mutter, balking. “Why is he even here? Should I say hi?” you ask frantically, eyes moving back to Olivia. 
“Only if you want to,” she clicks her tongue, looking amused. “And it looks like you really do,”
“Do you think he’s waiting for someone?”
“Well he’s alone now so go on, he won’t bite—unless that’s your thing, I bet he has some nice chompers,” 
“Ha ha very funny—” 
He catches your eye over the shoulders of a group of people moving past, and for a moment, time stands still. His eyebrows slowly raise, his gaze intense. Your heart pounds in your chest, every muscle in your body taut.
You blame your reaction on the two sips of the cocktail you had. Joel’s eyes flit to the entrance one last time before turning to you again and smiling, a slow nod made as a greeting. 
It’s supposed to be left at just that. You’ll smile back and the whole interaction will be over. 
However, you forgot about Olivia. 
She turns towards him, arm casually draped over the back of the booth, and waves in an animated manner, “Hey, Joel!” she calls out, you nearly laugh at the way he jolts, confusion etched between his brows. “Why don’t you come over?” 
Seeing no other choice, Joel grabs his beer and walks over. You’re left in slight surprise when he sits next to you, the close proximity forcing your legs to press together. He has a kind smile when he looks at Olivia. 
“Hi, I’m Joel,” he says, offering his hand. Olivia takes it with a grin. “But I guess you already know that.” 
“I do,” she coos. “I’m Olivia, the designated best friend.” 
“So I’ve heard.” 
Olivia winks at you, her wide smile providing comfort, “Nice to know she talks about me.” 
“Only good things,” Joel chuckles. “You two havin’ a girls' night out?” 
“You know it!” she laughs, fingers moving around the rim of the glass. “Also, this poor girl tells me you guys never go out? Is there a reason for that or are you guys just hermits living under a bridge?”
“Olivia!” 
She waves you off, bottom lip pushed out. “I’m only kidding, he knows that. You don’t mind, do you Joel?” 
You’re surprised at how relaxed he is. You've forgotten that he's actually a pleasant person, capable of engaging in a conversation. It's not that you ever thought of him as unpleasant, but he just never seemed to be that way with you. His booming laughter rattles through the air, and the familiar lines of his face that you've come to admire smooth out in the presence of Olivia. You can't help but admire the power she holds - the power to make anyone feel at home, as if the world is nothing but a playground for them to enjoy. The only time you've seen Joel act differently was during the moment you shared on the porch, a moment that has never been repeated.
You realize you never really saw him after that. 
“I don’t mind at all, darlin’,” he tuts, throwing an arm over the back of the booth. The heat his arm radiates makes you straighten, little needles prick into your skin. “Why didn’t you tell us you wanted to go out?” 
It takes you a second to notice the question is directed at you. You lick your lips before meeting his gaze to answer. 
“I don’t know actually. I guess I never thought about it. Besides, you two are busy.”
You don’t expect to see his eyes soften, you shiver at the feeling of the tips of his fingers brushing alongside the back of your neck, “We would’ve made time.” 
“We should all do something together one day,” Olivia chimes in. “Like we should have a dinner party or something. Anyway—” she suddenly slaps her hands over the table and pushes herself up from the comfort of the booth. “Need to use the little ladies' room. BRB.” 
You watch helplessly as Olivia leaves, the air around you two grow uncomfortable, like cold air filing a hot room from a window crack. Joel’s fingers are still moving over your skin, a feather-light touch. A soft sigh parts your lips and you close your eyes. 
You don’t know what to think. 
“Seems like you’re in good company.” he hums, tilting the beer bottle to his lips. 
You’re disoriented by the remark, you assumed he felt the awkward energy too, but maybe it’s just you making up things that just aren’t true. 
“She’s the best,” you answer as you force your body language to relax. You lean into the back of the booth, allowing his palm to loosely cup the back of your neck. “I think she likes you, which is good. I want her to like you.” 
“You do?” 
“Of course I do,” you finally turn to him, his dark gaze bores into yours, a soft expression of surprise painted over his face. “I mean, who doesn’t want their friends to get along? That’s pretty much a universal want, isn’t it?” 
“It is.” 
“So why are you here? Your schedule is so packed that I’m surprised you give yourself the time to breathe.” 
“Tommy complains a lot about it, huh?” 
You grin behind your glass, cold condescension smooths over your lips. A chill settles at the base of your spine. “Maybe.” 
There’s an awkward pause after that, you can’t quite place why. He takes two long sips from his beer as if waiting for the ground to swallow him. He only speaks when you start to shift in your seat, not really knowing what else to do. 
“He set me up on a blind date,” he blurts out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “That’s why I’m here,” 
“Tommy…set you up with someone?” 
“Well him and Isaac,” he swallows. “Is that bad?” 
You turn to him, eyes widening momentarily, your heart sinks into your stomach, “No, of course not. Why would that be bad?” 
Joel starts to peel the sticker of the beer bottle with his nail, a hum echoing from the back of his throat. A chuckle drops from your lips. 
“I think it might be good, yeah? To have some fun, to meet someone? Tommy and this Isaac might be on to something,” 
“Yeah, I guess…” he clears his throat. “It’s been so long, I don’t think I’m any good at flirtin’” 
“You’ll do just fine, Miller. You’re quite charming when you want to be.” 
You playfully slap him on the back—which in hindsight probably didn’t look as playful as you thought in your head. He stiffens at the gesture, and you quickly pull back your hand, wrapping your fingers around your glass. 
You don’t expect him to stare at you, which forces your gaze back to him. 
“You think I’m charmin’?” 
His question lingers in the air when you notice a woman walking in. She’s mesmerizing, your eyes following her like a moth to a flame. It’s downright impossible for your to tear your gaze away from where they had fallen. Her dark skin glows under the bar light, and her wild, curly hair frames her sharp, angular face. A nose ring glints in the light, catching your eye. You can't help but notice that she's incredibly tall, even taller than Joel and Tommy. With pinched brows, she looks around frantically. Joel’s gaze is still glued to you and your cheeks heat up. 
“I think your date arrived,” you murmur and he finally follows your gaze. “She seems nice. And for the record, I don’t think you need to worry about the flirting part,” 
Joel swallows his body somewhere in between getting up and wanting to continue to sit. You finally nudge him in the shoulder, giving him the last incentive to get up and go before she leaves. 
“Go,” you smile. “I’ll see you later.” 
He leans in and your heart stops beating—the moment is a pocket in time, a memory you’ll always remember until your bones mix with the earth. His lips touch your cheek, warm, slightly wet from the beer. Your lips part with a gasp, mustache tickling your skin. There’s a brief moment where he pulls away and holds your gaze, only an inch away from your lips, his gaze drops to them momentarily. 
“See you later, neighbor.” 
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Joel was against it, simple as that. 
But when Tommy and Isaac basically cornered him, saying that he needed to relax and let out some steam—whatever the hell that meant—he didn’t really find it in him to say no. He did need a distraction. From you, mainly, but that was beside the point. He felt tense, his knees ached, and a night out didn’t seem too bad when he put two and two together. 
So he begrudgingly accepted to go out. And rolled his eyes when Tommy and Isaac high-fived each other. 
What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to be there. With his luck, he shouldn’t have even been surprised, of course you would be there, life loved making a mockery of him.
You were with a friend—Olivia, he recalled from Tommy’s stories—and opted to just nod as a greeting. That was what normal people did right? Just briefly greet each other and move on. 
A minute later he found himself sitting next to you and officially meeting Olivia. He was sweating through his damn leather jacket. 
When Olivia left to use the restroom, you asked him why he was there. He didn’t want to answer. In fact, he didn’t even want to go on the date anymore. He wanted to stay with you, spend the night drinking and laughing.
At that point in time he didn’t care that he was placing himself between a rock and a hard place. He just wanted to spend more time with you, get to know you. Because frankly, he didn’t know much. 
It was mostly his fault, he distanced himself. But he had to when Tommy’s pupils were forming literal hearts whenever he talked about you. Joel could see it. He wasn’t stupid. 
He had to go on the date. No matter how warm your skin felt under his fingers tips, he had to. For his young brother’s sake, he couldn’t allow himself to succumb to whatever he was feeling. It wasn’t right. 
The kiss had happened unexpectedly. You looked so soft under the dim lights, so kind, he couldn’t help it. He saw disappointment lingering in your eyes. It made him fear something he never allowed himself to think about. A kiss to the cheek among friends, it was normal, it was nothing. 
He was only imagining the way you gasped when his lips touched your cheek. 
But if that’s the case, why is he still thinking about it? 
Asha has her arm wrapped around his, the leather jacket he heard so much shit about draped over her rounded shoulders. Her sharp rings dig into his arm, a welcomed sting to pull him away from his thoughts. She’s a nice person, a bit stubborn, independent. He learned that she was a journalist, and loved her job, but it meant that it was hard to find good dates. And one day as she was browsing through the hardware store she bumped into Tommy, they became fast friends. 
Honestly, he can’t even blame Tommy for wanting to set him up with Asha. By all means, she’s a great woman. 
“You didn’t have to walk me home by the way,” she says with a charming grin. “But I do appreciate it.” 
Her steps slow and Joel mirrors the speed. Asha squeezes his biceps before pointing towards her home, “This is me,” she wets her lips, and he noticed her shoulders going stiff. “Would you like to come in? I can show you my vintage turntable?” 
Joel finds himself nodding, allowing him to get dragged by the hand into her home. The first thing he smells is wood, a familiar scent that makes him feel at home. It smells fresh. And when he looks around he can see why; the living room is littered with wooden furniture, some of which looked handmade rather than store-bought—which impresses him almost immediately. There are multiple large green-leafed plants, a couple he recognizes because Sarah would point at them whenever they visited Ikea, asking for one. He often said no. 
There’s a divan pushed against the wall, soft looking pillows thrown haphazardly on top. Asha reaches for the light, a soft yellow brightening up the interior. 
“Sorry for the mess,” she says, though she sounds unbothered. “Would you like anything to drink?” 
“Do you have beer?” 
She smiles, “I have beer.” 
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Apparently, the turntable was in her bedroom. 
Neither of them spends much time talking about it—not that there is much to talk about a turntable. It’s nice, it looks cool, and that’s pretty much all Joel’s vocabulary and come up with. Asha scans her collection of vinyl records until her gaze rests on Nina Simone's "I Put a Spell on You." She grasps the record and slides it out of its sleeve, placing it gently on the platter.
The plaque glints in the dim light of the room, casting an ethereal glow that seems to complement the sultry, bewitching notes of the song now filling the air. Asha closes her eyes and lets the music wash over her, feeling the haunting vocals of Nina Simone wrap around her like a warm embrace. Joel watches with amazement as she starts to sway with the music. She takes his hand and guides him into a slow dance. 
Looking up, Joel’s eyes linger on her glossy lips. She smiles fondly, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. His hands feeling too sweaty for comfort, Joel grabs her hips, squeezing tenderly as the dance leads them to the bed. They strip each other slowly, eager kisses being traded in between. Her lips find his collarbone, sucking a bruise into his skin and dragging her tongue up his neck. A shudder rolls up his spine. 
It’s been long since he’s been intimate with someone. Very long. 
He feels a mixture of guilt and pleasure, he can’t stop thinking about the way you gasped when he kissed your cheek, but at the same time, Asha’s fingers around his cock are a beautiful sin. He needs to stay away from you anyway— and let Tommy navigate through the relationship how he sees fit.
Her strokes are fast and hard, eager. Joel lets out a groan before crashing their lips together, he licks into her mouth, swallowing her moans and thrusting into her palm. It’s a much different kiss from the dreams he had with his neighbor, dreams he didn’t allow himself to think about when awake. 
She gasps when he buries himself into her, she’s tight, warm. His body melts into her, sloppy kisses pressed into the swell of her breasts. She answers him beautifully, a symphony of delicate moans, she doesn’t talk much, in fact, she doesn’t speak at all, not even when Joel asks if it feels good—she only moans and whimpers. 
Asha wraps her legs tightly around him, pushing him as he thrust forward. He moves faster, his strokes deeper. Her back arched beautifully, her nails digging into the slope of his shoulders. Beads of sweat gather at his tailbone. His built-up tension from the past years bleeds into her, all his frustrations, anger, all of it pushes him to move his hips faster—harder. 
The skin above his stomach grows taut, Asha quivers underneath him, legs trembling against his back. She squeezes him dry, cunt pulsing around his dripping cock and holding him there. Joel grunts into her skin, his teeth sinks into her spasming flesh. 
Only then she whispers the first she’s spoken since they stumbled into the bed, “Come on my face,” she breathes heavily. 
He’s never been asked that before, it lights something inside of him, something primitive and animalistic. With his cock in his hand, he straddles her chest, stroking himself until he stains those soft lips and pretty face with his spend. He squeezes his eyes shut, nostrils flaring as he stifles the pleasure that rakes painfully across his back. 
When Joel opens his eyes, it feels like someone has poured cold water on him, all he sees is you.
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taylorswars · 1 year
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Flawless | Ellie Williams
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Modern!Ellie x Fem!Reader
Summary: It's prom night, probably the last night you and ellie have together before college, and well, no one invited you, but it did not matter, because you had your best friend.
Warnings: None! Just Ellie being such a simp. Let me know if there's any! <333
A/n: Hello everyone! It's not my first time writing but it's my first time writing something for tumblr and I'm very nervous, also english is not my first language so please be nice to me, I hope you enjoy. And my requests are open so if you have any please send one ! <333
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Your green dress slides down your body, a silly music playing on tv. You anxiously checked your phone for the sixth time since you started getting ready, what if Ellie gave up the idea of going as friends? She haven't texted you since yesterday. You weren't sad because no one asked you, actually you were happy as hell for spending more time with Ellie, the girl you knew since kindergarten. And you were fucked.
You liked Ellie, you couldn't deny it not even if you wanted, and she didn't felt the same way, obviously, and it broke your heart in a thousand pieces. The green-eyed girl had you head over heels, and she would never know about that
Ellie was a handsome girl, of course she was, then why did no one asked her to prom? And you heard rumors that she declined every boy and girl who approached her with the intention of asking her out. But why? Was she waiting for a special someone? Who? Even thinking about it made you want to throw up.
⠀⠀⠀𝅭ㅤ𝅭ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤㅤִㅤㅤ୨⠀♡⠀୧ㅤㅤִ⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀ㅤ𝅭ㅤ𝅭
When you were finishing your makeup, you heard a knock on the door, you ran downstairs with shaking hands, your whole body was covered with anxiety. And when you opened the door, it was like an angel opening the gates of heaven to Ellie. She got drunk on your ur sweet fragrance and almost blacked out.
"Hey, young lady, are you ready to party all night?." She asked with a giant smirk on her lips.
"Of course I am!" You answered. "So, what do you think? Do I look pretty?" You could swear you saw her eyes sparkling while she scanned your whole body.
"You look gorgeous, absolutely flawless." You felt your cheeks burning and your smile only got bigger. "Thanks, el, you look amazing too." You looked at her black suit, you wanted to say she looked hot, but the idea of saying something like that to your best friend who you secretly loved made your legs tremble.
⠀⠀⠀𝅭ㅤ𝅭ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤㅤִㅤㅤ୨⠀♡⠀୧ㅤㅤִ⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀ㅤ𝅭ㅤ𝅭
The prom was... noisy, not to say worst, you didn't really enjoyed these kinda stuff, but you wanted to have happy memories with Ellie so bad. It will be hard to stay friends the same way as it was before you two head to college. You won't talk to each other everyday and won't be face to face either. You wanted Ellie to miss you the same way you were going to miss her. Keeping this secret was painful, agonizing, and so fucking hard.
The mirrorball lightened the dark room as both of you entered. There was loud music and a lot of students, literally a nightmare. Ellie smiled at you: "Hey, do you wanna dance with me?" She held your hand softly, secretly hoping for you to jump in her arms and fill her face with sweet kisses.
"Sure." You said, dragging Ellie by the hand to an empty spott. The song was fast and heated, but it didn't last that long, and a slow and beautiful song started. You looked at Ellie as if you were asking her if she wanted to dance that one with you too, and she immediately took you in her arms, hands in your waist and a huge smile in her lips.
She practically melted in your touch when you wrapped your arms around her neck, and you two started moving to the song, the darkness of the room made you able to only see her emerald eyes staring at you like you were a rare jewel, and for a moment you could swear she loved you like you loved her.
"Y/N?" She whispered after a quick second in silence.
"Yes? What's wrong?"
"Why don't you talk to me about college? I mean, you talk about it with all of our friends, you make plans, but, with me you avoid until you can't."
Your heart skipped a beat, words burning in your throat.
"I- I don't think we should talk about this now."
"Then when we're going to talk about it? I'm leaving in a few days and I didn't had the opportunity of telling you the news-"
"Don't you understand how much it would hurt me to see you leave?"
Ellie was speechless for a moment. You seriously didn't knew?
"What do you mean? I would be sad if you left first to!"
"Not the same way I will, Ellie."
"Why? What's the difference between us?"
"I'm in love with you." You said in a whisper and Ellie almost thought she heard it wrong.
"You what?"
"I wasn't planning to tell you this, I thought I could get over you with some time but it's been almost five years and I don't know what to do. And now we're going to different places and I can't stand the idea of being away from you."
FIVE YEARS? FIVE FUCKING YEARS?
"Last week, I got transferred, Y/N, we are going to the same college."
"W-What? Are you serious? Why?"
"Because I can't stand the idea of being way from you too."
Is she saying what you think she's saying?
"In what way?"
"I have loved you for years too, silly."
You couldn't help but smile at her words, Ellie loved you?
"I can't see your face very well right now. but I know you're smirking." You said, she laughed.
"Of course I am, you know me too well."
Ellie was quiet for a second and you knew she was thinking about something, until you saw her leaning.
She kissed you. And you never felt happier, because the girl you loved was pressing her lips on yours, and everything stopped.
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The Last of Us Part II by eclipsedfantasy
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ellie!
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i love drawing her sm :33
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I'm not crying you're crying
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invisiblue · 1 year
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Still thinking about that kiss, the gentleness of it all. The way the infected noticed that Tess was one of them. No rush, no anger. "Here, come. You're one of us, don't be afraid". She was connected to them already. It's a new ecossytem that is growing and seeking survival, combining both fungus and humans qualities somehow. I'm really excited to see what else they are going to do with the infected.
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"You’re right. You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad. And we are going our separate ways."
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strmborns · 1 year
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TLOU: Long Long Time
The Las of Us episode 3 spoilers bellow
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“You ask a lot of goddamn questions,” I looove chatty Ellie, how how I missed her
The crushed clicker almost gave me a heart attack
Ellie stare off with the infected was so intense…my gods
Ellie blaming monkeys for the infection 😂
Joel is so innocent to think pancake mix was sold worldwide 😂😂
I’m loving this “how the infection started” bits and pieces we are getting. I don’t remember the first game very well, but I don’t remember so much insight into pre outbreak stuff. And about the massacres the military committed, it shows us more and more what the game/show is really about
I know is said this before but I need to say it again, the make up is absolutely amazing, the little “mushroom” coming out of that infected’s head… absolutely amazing.
“Arby’s didn’t have free lunch, it was a restaurant,” I WAS WAITING FOR THIS LINE 😂
I love that Bill is a crazy conspiracy theorist, but he is kinder than most people during the apocalipse. He was willing to let Frank go, and later let him into his little sanctuary
I love Bill, he is into cooking, so is so proper, pairing his wine with his food, that he cooked with so much pleasure… what a guy. Frank was head over heels by the end of dinner
The piano scene brought tears to my eyes
Bill needed human interaction and he didn’t even know it
Bill and Frank for me have such an amazing relationship. Two people find each other in the middle of a disaster, they just needed human interaction and from their interaction the most beautiful kind of love bloomed
Bill, Frank, Tess, and Joel met because Frank and Tess started talking on the radio, all because Frank wanted friends. This is amazing!!
Frank traded a gun for seeds. Amazing
“Call Joel. He will take care of you,” my heart…
Frank’s last day… I couldn’t stop crying
I think the show is so much sadder than the game because in the game they don’t have time for all of the background story, but the show is literally the main story plus the background
“You were my purpose,” this show is killing me. And Bill’s letter tore my heart out
I know Bill and Frank’s story is so much different from the game, but I personally looooved it.
Joel’s face when Ellie told him he needed a show 😂
I didn’t believe when they said this was the best episode of the season, but man…
What a fucking episode
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Ellie William from The Las of Us what do you think? Also FREE $500 on my profile for everybody.
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