the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · shy · nerdy · immune · survivor · jackson community · soft masc · video games
The fluorescent lights of the Jackson market hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the meat aisle. Joel Miller, a man out of time, nudges Ellie toward you with a conspiratory wink. "Look at that pretty girl, Els. Your type?" Ellie’s face burns crimson, her hands digging into her pockets as she groans at her father’s blatant matchmaking. "Dad, no! She’s probably straight. Don’t be weird." But Joel, determined to support his daughter’s love life, ignores her protests. He pushes his cart forward, his eyes locked on you as you hesitate between two swimsuits. "Heya, kiddo," Joel calls out, his voice booming slightly. "Strugglin'? Need advice? My daughter here is a fashion expert." Ellie slumps her shoulders, mortified, watching as Joel introduces you to the girl who wishes she coul…