#omg tess is writing again

[withclawsandsympathy]

ROSEWOOD

Art: @witchy-worm

Writing: @withclawsandsympathy (AO3: callsigntango)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Other Tags: Angst, Animal Death, Case Fic, Claustrophobia, Mentions of Torture, Mild Body Horror, We Talk About Purgatory

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: Months after Mrs. Butters leaves the bunker, intent on finding a home of her own, a peaceful section of pines set deep into the American heartland becomes anything but. Haunted by Purgatory at every turn, and forced to confront the consequences of decades of torture and abandonment at the hands of his predecessors, Dean and Cas set off to solve a string of disappearances in the forest where they stumble across a familiar face -- and an all-too-familiar feeling.

Excerpt:

Dean believes a lot of things. He believes the manner of his death was decided by his father the very night that yellow-eyed demon ripped his mom away from him. He believes he’ll die, broken and bloody and alone on a hunt, and anything Cas does only delays the inevitable. He believes he doesn’t deserve to be saved. Dean knows Cas will do it anyway. He realizes a moment too late that he and Cas have been staring at each other silently for several beats. Dean clears his throat, pushing off from the tree he was leaning against. His jacket, half-stuck to the bark and sap of the pine, makes a ripping sound as it peels away from the trunk. The tree emits an eerie groan with the sudden absence of Dean’s weight against it. Scowling, Dean scrubs a palm against the canvas sleeve to wipe away the sap. His hand comes back dark red. The smell hasn’t quite hit his nose before Cas speaks the word forming in Dean’s thoughts. “Blood.” The tree groans again, the sound cutting through the silence as several more pines join the rising chorus around them. The hairs on the back of Dean’s neck rise in return. The sound Dean had once mistook as trees creaking and swaying in the wind now formed the painful wails of something wounded. Then the trees began to scream.

Coming this October to @deancashorrorfest!!

[messrmoonyy]

omg hi messr! i hope you are doing well<3 do you think you could write something along the idea of tess who’s in denial of her feelings for reader and reader who’s got no clue about them but likes her back? i absolutely love your writing !! 💟

Tess servopoulos x reader

Wc- 1k

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Jackson knew how to throw a party, that was a fact. And Maria also seemed to take any and all excuses to do so. Tess didn’t actually know what the current one was in aid of, only that she didn’t really wanna be there. She’d only turned up because Maria had practically dragged her there. Telling her she needed to mingle. That she couldn’t just keep to her family and go on patrol and nothing else. But she was quite happy with that if she was honest.

“ y’know it’s a party right? “ Joel spoke, startling Tess back to reality again. Unknowingly having been zoned out for… she didn’t even know how long.

“ I don’t like parties “ she mumbled into her glass, sipping at it slowly and glancing over at the man beside her. He was so different in Jackson. So much more… loose. Free. She often wondered if that was how he was before. If the man she saw glimpses of so often now was the same man that had been a goofy girl dad, running Sarah around to soccer practice and sleepovers.

It was nice. She liked it. She liked seeing him find some joy.

“ I know. But you could at least pretend. Mopin around over here on your own “ she scoffed at that and turned on her stool to face him a little more

“ I like watching “ Joel scoffed then

“ yeah I know. Watching her “ her eyes darted over to him in a glare to find him not looking at her, but out towards the crowds of people dancing.

To you.

You were spinning around with a couple of the kids. Holding their little hands above their heads so they could twirl in circles without falling over. Earlier you’d been dancing with numerous others, an old guy whose wife had died last year. The kids. Literally anyone that had come up to you. You were so loved in town. In fact she’d never heard a single person say anything bad about you.

“ this ain’t the Tess I know “ Joel said, voice almost sympathetic. God they were getting soft “ Tess I know goes after what she wants “ Tess simply shrugged

“ and who said she’s what I want? “ Joel scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. He looked like such a dad.

“ you must think I’m stupid. I hate to break it to you Tess. Anyone with a working set’a eyes knows you’re fawning after her “ she rolled her eyes at him. Even though it was very much the truth “ y’know she likes you too right? Ellie was paired with her the other day. Wouldn’t stop askin after you apparently “ that did peak her interest but she tried to look unfazed.

“ oh like everyone knows somethings going on with you and that woman who tends the greenhouses? “ she said with a smile trying to deflect the conversation over to his equally as odd love life.

“ don’t you change the conversation “ she didn’t blame the woman honestly. Truly it was hard to resist Joel and his southern charm when he truly turned it on. And she was happy for him, she was. Joel deserved a little light. More than most. “ just tell her you like her so you can stop lookin so miserable over here. Ask her to dance god damn do somethin “

Truth was maybe she did had a little crush. Which was so unbelievably pathetic. She was a grown ass woman and yet she felt like a giddy schoolgirl anytime you entered the room. She hadn’t even realised she’d liked you at first. In fact Joel had been the one to point it out. Which was stupid, again. She had never been scared to go after what she wanted. Cocky and confident enough to get what she wanted when she wanted it.

And yet… you. You that she hadn’t even noticed she was falling for. The one she found herself looking for on the patrol rota to see if you had been paired. The one that she felt so comfortable around. Felt like her old self. Not the one that had to be that cocky confident person to seduce some random girl into her bed.

She was so unbelievably fucked. Not that you knew. She was far too embarrassed to ever even mention it.

“ it’s not like that “ she watched as you stood with Maria now, laughing at something she said. The kind that made your eyes crinkle and your teeth show.

Joel sighed beside her and took a seat on the stool next to hers.

“ Tess “ he sounded a little more serious now “ you deserve… you deserve to have love “ it sounded awkward coming from him. Like he didn’t really know exactly what he wanted to say or how he wanted to say it. Joel had never been very good at voicing emotions or discussing them. Much like herself “ I mean… damn I am no good at this “

She still hasn’t stopped watching you and to her slight embarrassment you finally looked over in her direction. You seemed confused for a moment, trying to process who you were looking at. Then your face grew into a beaming smile, waving at her before excusing yourself from your conversation with Maria.

Joel seemed to notice too and stood up as you weaved through the crowds.

“ Tess. Just stop acting like you don’t have a future. Because you do now… you deserve to be happy. Alright? “ he excused himself as you reached the bar where Tess had been sat all evening, bright smile still on your face. Your cheeks were rosy, skin a little shiny with sweat from all the dancing you’d been doing.

“ you been hiding here all night? I was wondering when you’d turn up and you’ve been here all along huh? “ you’d been waiting for her? Looking for her?

“ parties aren’t really my thing sweetheart “ you gave a small laugh, leaning back against the bar and turning your head to face her.

“ no? So don’t wanna dance with me then? “ she looked over at you, mouth a little dry even after only just having sipped her drink. You were looking at her carefully, seemingly intensely interested in her answer. She wanted to kiss you. And that shocked her. But god did she want to kiss you, looking at her like that. So beautiful that it made her chest ache. And it terrified her.

“ I don’t really dance “ you pouted slightly and your eyes seemed to be genuinely sad with her answer

“ not even with me? “ part of her wanted to. Wanted to shake off all the stupid reasons holding her back. Shake off her pride. But even with you standing there, offering her a chance to be around you some more. She couldn’t.

She downed the last of her drink and stood up from her seat with a small sigh. Mostly in annoyance at herself and her unwillingness to let herself be vulnerable. To let herself be… normal.

“ I’m out on patrol early. I should probably get home “ the sadness in your eyes was unmistakable and she had to look away.

“ okay… I’ll see you tomorrow? “ your bright smile had returned and she nodded, watching as you slipped back through the crowds. She stopped by the door on her way out, looking back to see you dancing with someone else. She ignored the odd feeling in her chest and headed for home.

[from-the-clouds]

joel miller x reader who used to be his neighbor that he had a thing for. she was close with sarah and would even watch her sometimes. years later they see each other again when she’s sent by marlene to help tess and joel deliver ellie and they catch up and there’s still a spark. reader finds out about sarah and maybe she’s even wearing a friendship bracelet sarah made her back then to make it even more sentimental.

omg it's crazy you sent me this ask because i've been turning a concept in my head over like this for the past week or so!!!

I definitely want to write it, but I was thinking of it as maybe a 3-4 part series with flashbacks between past and present.

if i do write it i will absolutely tag you!! love this idea

[imaginespazzi]

NIVI! Bestie, how you doing? I miss ya! I FINALLY have a bit of spare time to just breathe and what better way to spend it than write a lil (long) review for GH.

The entire flashback killed me a little (a lot). Poor P 🥺

While I was hoping against all hope that we’d find out that Azzi was actually in the crowd somewhere that P wouldn’t spot her, I love that you didn’t end up going that route. Like you said, that would have been too easy and no doubt, if Az was there and P somehow spotted her, they probably would have been back together by the time it took P to get back the locker room lmao.

But wait, not even Tim and Katie went to watch her play her first game there?? Damn, BIG BIG SAD.

Like, the ex-wife reporter gal (I know her name but she doesn’t really exist in my mind you know hahah) got to witness P’s first game in person and Azzi didn’t??? I’m SICK. SICK, NIVI!

Drew asking if he should call Azzi really broke my fucking heart, Nivi. I can’t really blame him for having so much resentment towards Azzi; watching his sister, who he worships, break like that and never be quite the same again would make me resentful as hell too. Like, I too, would be telling Paige towards the Empire State.

Despite all that though, and maybe it’s my complete bias towards Azzi (it most definitely is), I’m still giving Azzi the benefit of the doubt about what all went down.

I think P said in a previous chapter that she knows Azzi had her reasons but wishes Azzi could have just looked past them. And so, I do feel like princess had valid reasons, albeit reasons they probably could have worked through, but still.

And then coming back to present day, omg, LET STEPHIE HAVER HER SODA!

But nah, Stephie turning to P and asking who could ever break P’s heart (broooo, that was just diabolical, like ok Stephie girl, CALL OUT YOUR MUM even though you have no idea it was her lol).

LOVE LOVE LOVE Azzi finally putting her foot down with the whole P constantly giving into Stephie and her whims and demands. I know P wants to be Stephie’s parent but she really gotta start acting a bit more like one ya know. I know that she’s probably scared to overstep boundaries and so it’s always easier to go down the “spoiling” route than the “discipline” route but girl please, just say no every once in a blue moon – it’s standard character building!

I’m just gonna ignore how it ended cause Stephie DOES NOT deserve that. Lil pookie just wanted a soda and instead she gets that?! UGH.

Random side note: they do be having A LOT of pizza in this fic!

What’s next?

I’m so excited for us to eventually get Azzi’s POV on the whole breakup! I think the part that interests me most, and maybe I’ve said it before and you’ve already touched on it before (so excuse my goldfish memory), is that they broke up.

Cause like I get Azzi maybe just not being ready for an engagement or marriage, but to break up? I mean, yes of course I also understand that Azzi not being ready to marry P and them being on different pages in that regard is enough grounds for a breakup but I also struggle to think that P wouldn’t have fought for them to still be together regardless? Like did it really have to be marriage or nothing? It's giving Rory and Logan (love me some Gilmore Girls and yes admittedly, I am team Logan) 😭😩 Idk am I even making sense, I’m just having a brain fart tbh lol.

Man, I’m so curious what Azzi does in that moment after overhearing the Liberty plan – does she just book it out of there and straight to Cancun with Stephie??? And like oof the Stephie/Paige angst we’re about to witness… but like I’m actually hella curious just how Stephie reacts to it – cause like she could just become extra clingy and be begging her Miss Buecks to stay or does she just go full on sour grapes mode and give P the biggest cold shoulder silent treatment ever. OMG is she about to go call Aunty Chérie again?

ALSO, this is all still before the season starts?? Bro that next training session boutta be TENSE. Jana and Tessa just be there side-eyeing lol.

I just need the pookies to make up you know. Like I know deep down Drew wants his pookie back, like come on Drew, GIVE IN!

P.S: Babes, if Dallas ends up with the no 1 pick, we might have to re-evaluate this whole fic! 🤪

Favourite line:

“Stephie, no” Azzi repeats, pinching the bridge of her nose as Drew and Paige exchange nervous glances. 

“Stephie, yes,” the little girl argues, stubbornly crossing her hands over her chest. 

^I just love bratty Stephie 😂

Anyway, thank you for feeding us angst fiends, but if you could please fix this ASAP (when you have time) and get back to some fluffity fluff fluff, that would be much appreciated!

P.P.S: I’m sooooo pumped for Azzi to come back – like Geno trying his hardest to not grin every time he gets asked about when she’s coming back, like OK GRANDPA we get it, you’re desperate to get her back on that court too. I’m watching you though – you are on notice! Those knees better be taken care off 😤 Also, UNC preparing for Azzi even though Grandpa’s already said she’s not playing – I LOLed but like so fair though cause I could actually see him contemplate putting Azzi even for 5 mins if we’re not doing too hot. But that ain’t gonna happen cause tbh UNC ain’t move me much and so I feel like we should win semi-comfortably but those were my famous last words too before the NC State game last year sooo 🫠

I just love college ball being back! I must admit I kinda love watching Notre Dame play (I hate that I do, I’m sorry!!) I’m really liking Liatu King!

Alright, I think that’s long enough omg lol.

Love ya, bestie. Take care always! 💗

-🙋‍♀️

OMG OMG OMG BESTIE I'VE MISSED YOUR REVIEWS SO MUCH I'M SO GLAD YOU HAD TIME TO DO ONE THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY TO SEE <3

I almost, almost did add in a line about Azzi being there but yeah, in the end I think it was also realistic for her not to be because seeing Paige would've been hard. But that doesn't mean she didn't watch the game on TV with shiny proud eyes every time Paige did Paige things on the court.

I love how people are in two camps of calling Azzi an opp or sticking to the well it's Azzi, princess obviously had her reasons lmao.

Yeah I think Paige is just so afraid of overstepping her boundaries and in way she kind of needs Azzi to give her permission to do that but if she wants that role, she's gotta take the curses with cuddles that comes with having children lmao.

LMFAO they do have a lot of Pizza lol. It's just easy to write in I guess for like what a child (and Paige) would definitely eat lol.

GILMORE GIRLS REFERENCE!! But babes for the first time in your life, you've lost me by being team Logan. TEAM JESS4LIFE!

Wouldn't it be funny is she brought up Clemence again?

Jana's about to be hella pissed at them I fear like how dare they...again.

Drew wouldn't be so mad at Azzi if he didn't miss her.

AZZI COMING BACK THIS WEDNESDAY BABES I'M CALLING IT!!! But fr grandpa be smiling so hard every time she's brought up like he's salivating for her comeback just as much as we are.

[mistermaxwellboucherdieasilived]

Doing @charlottan's book tag game Hiiiiiii Charlotte :) And thanks Skippy for tagging me

Favorite books: We'll Fly Away by Bryan Bliss, The Street by Ann Petry, Notes From my Captivity by Kathy Parks, Hunger Games trilogy (Catching Fire is my fave I think), Darius the Great is Not Okay by Adib Khorram SOOOOO GOOD, Long Way Down by Jason Reynolds, More Than This by Patrick Ness

Favorite authors: Sorry for this some of these I've read literally one of their books. But anyway. Jason Reynolds, Lemony Snicket, George Orwell SORRY, John Webster, E. Lockhart LOVEEEEE HER

Favorite genres: Realistic fiction, lgbt coming of age/romance, YA but I don't consider that its own genre, novels in verse, early modern british drama sorry, survival narratives (idk if theres an official term)

Book(s) you're currently reading: Sort of The Hunger Games trilogy because I'm writing a paper on it, about to start reading Stone Butch Blues (for fun) and The Ministry of Utmost Happiness (for class)

Books on your to read list: Stone Butch Blues, The Poet X, The Hate U Give, The Handmaid's Tale, House of Leaves (THIS SUMMER I WILL)

Books you loved as a child: STARGIRL BY JERRY SPINELLI <3333, Nature Girl by Jane Kelley, Captain Underpants (the whole series), Animorphs series, any scary stories collections but especially David Lubar's Weenies series, A Series of Unfortunate Events <33

Preferred book length: Like 300-400 pages

Books you couldn't finish: Omg so many.... Sense and Sensibility, Tess of the D'Urbervilles, The Scarlet Letter, Romeo & Juliet, Julius Caesar... these are just for school

Fiction or nonfiction: Fiction<333333333 I <3 narratives

Buy, borrow from library, or read online: Library LOL. I also love thriftbooks

Author you've read the most of, but DON'T recommend: Laurie Halse Anderson. Sorry. Okay.

Favorite book character: At the moment, Katniss Everdeen.

If you at some point stopped reading but then started again, what book/books got you into reading again: What most sparked my interest in literature for school was probably Macbeth or Heart of Darkness. I stopped reading much around freshman/sophomore year but one book that really brought me back would be You Asked for Perfect by Laura Silverman. I remember reading it in one sitting and feeling like myself again because I read it so fast lol. Smiles

Tagging @verpaso and anyone else who wants to heart

[cuntdestroyer3000]

Fictional men Lana album assignments

Ok so I’m always thinking about this, my fave fictional men are literally so lana coded and I have decided to assign them her albums hehe

Javier Peña- Honeymoon

First up we have my husband, Javi. Javi is 100% Honeymoon like COME ON. He’s so Salvatore coded. Honeymoon is all about romanticism but the darkness within it. And Javi is so cunty in his little tight pants like he’s so honeymoon. Also the lyrics of 24 align with him so well it drives me insane.

“Catch me if you can working on my tan, Salvatore. Dying by the hand of a foreign man happily.” Salvatore

“If you lie down with dogs then you’ll get fleas. Be careful of the company you keep” 24

“We both know the history of violence that surrounds you. But I’m not scared, there’s nothing to lose now that I’ve found you” Honeymoon

“It’s no wonder every man in town has neither fought nor found you” Honeymoon

“When I’m down on my knees you’re how I pray” Religion

“I was so wrong not to doubt your Medellín, tangerine dreams” Salvatore

Joel Miller- Norman Fucking Rockwell

Next we got Joel HEHEHEHEHE JOEL omg ok so this one is a no brainer: Joel is Norman Fucking Rockwell. Like come on how is he not. Like so many of the songs remind me so much of him. I could write a whole ass essay on this one. The whole Joe(L) part of How to Disappear like AHHH R U SERIOUS?? Also happiness is a butterfly and hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have- but I have it. HOPE IS A DANGEROUS THING FOR A MAN LIKE JOEL TO HAVE BRO. I feel like the aesthetic of NFR isn’t very frilly either, she’s in her wetsuit at the beach, in her lil shorts yknow? And I feel like that fits with Joel. Also the color green is very prominent in that album and I rlly associate that color with Joel. I feel like NFR can reflect the relationship Joel would have with a love interest but also the relationship he has with Ellie, like if you take her lyrics out of context I feel like it could relate to the relationship he has with her bc she really healed him and changed him and like broke down his walls which imo is all that NFR is about.

Anyway here’s some lyrics that I associate with him:

“You’re just a man, it’s just what you do. Your head in your hands while you color me in blue.” Norman Fucking Rockwell

“Maybe I can save you from your sin.” mariners apartment complex

“All the pills that you take, violet blue green red to keep me at arms length won’t work” cinnamon girl

“Joe(l) met me down at the training yard, cuts on his face cause he fought to hard. I know he’s in over his head, but I love that man like nobody can, he moves mountains and pounds them to ground again.” How to disappear

“If he’s a serial killer then what’s the worst that can happen to a girl who’s already hurt?” Happiness is a butterfly

“You don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are when you’re lying in my arms.” California.

-This is so him he j needs to be held. The fact that he was the little spoon w Tess :’(

NFR is just so Joel don’t even argue with me.

Negan Smith- Ultraviolence

Next we have Negan and I feel like the choice is pretty obvious. Ultraviolence is probably Lana’s darkest album and it fits him so fucking well. He literally wears a fucking leather jacket like that is Ultraviolence in and of itself. He’s also just a violent person and violence is how he deals with things. I can really see the relationship between him and a female oc being like ultraviolence: really toxic but she can’t get enough. So many lyrics for him. So many

“He hurt me and it felt like true love” Ultraviolence

“I can see my baby swingin’, his parliament’s on fire and his hands are up” West Coast

“When he calls he calls for me and not for you” Shades of Cool

“You’re fucking crazy” Cruel World

“Lay me down tonight, I’m your favorite girl.” Fucked My Way Up to the Top

“You didn’t warn me at the time, but you were worth it anyway” Guns and Roses

“You’re my cult leader, I’ll love you forever, I’ll love you forever” Ultraviolence

“If you send for me you know I’ll come and if you call for me you know I’ll run” Old Money

“Get a little bit of bourbon in ya, go a little bit suburban and go crazy” Cruel World (when he went to Alexandria, got drunk, played pool and murdered a dude)

“But I can’t fix him, can’t make him better” Shades of Cool

“Loving you is really hard” Ultraviolence

“I wait for you babe that’s all I do babe you don’t come through babe it’s just what you do” Pretty when you cry

HE DONT GIVE A FUCK ABT U BITCH CAUSE UR PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

Tommy Shelby- Born to Die

At first I was vibing with Tommy being Ultraviolence but he’s more Born to Die. His whole outlook on life is very consistent with born to die- when lana said I wish I was dead already. Tommy feels like he’s already dead after surviving the war. He’s Born to Die because although he’s dangerous and a lil toxic he can be very loving and he’s always so gentle with his ladies. And when he falls he falls hard (i.e. Grace) also Off the the Races?? That’s literally Tommy bro

Lyrics:

“My old man is a bad man but I can’t deny the way he holds my hand and he grabs me he has me by my heart” Off to the Races

“Come take a walk on the wild side let me fuck you hard in the pouring rain. You like your girls insane” Born to Die

“I’m in his favorite sundress watching me get undressed” Video Games

“No one even knows how hard life was I don’t even talk about it now because I finally found you” Radio

“He headed out on Sunday, said he’d come on Monday. I stayed up waiting anticipating and pacing but he was chasing papers. Caught up in the game it was the last I heard” Blue Jeans

“I don’t know how you get over, get over someone as dangerous tainted and flawed as you” Million Dollar Man

FINALLY

Pedro Pascal- Did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean boulevard

Ik I said fictional men but Pedro is the source of my comfort in this cruel world and I had to include him. I feel like Pedro is this album because it’s Lana’s most personal album. In the other albums on this post she’s kind of creating these stories but with tunnel it’s very personal and real. Since Pedro is an actual real person I feel like this is an appropriate choice since he has a lot of depth just like tunnel. Also Pedro really cares about family- his relationship with his sister, and has suffered loss to suicide just like Lana has. And tunnel explores themes of family, loss, healing and trying and struggling to find love. Like bro Pedro is Sweet. He’s sweet and he’s Sweet. Yknow?

Idk abt lyrics bc idrk what he’d resonate with but here’s the songs i associate with him:

The Grants, Did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean boulevard, Sweet, Kintsugi, Paris Texas, Fishtail, Let the Light in, Taco Truck x vb

Ok that’s all thanks for listening🖤🖤

[thewulf]

Hii

Love your writing first of all! Just read everything and I'm dying for tlou.

Can you do a Joel Miller x Franks Younger sister reader?? I haven't seen any fics with her. Maybe she's a bright ray of sunshine to Joel's grumpiness?

Can it be a 3/4 and 1 (cross was my fav omg)? where each time he comes to Bills compound he starts liking/falling for her each time? One of the scenarios he does fall for her it's when Bill and Frank make her go with Tess and Joel back to the QZ because they're going to do the deed?? Then maybe the last one is when they have to go back after Tess dies and she can't get herself to go into the house knowing what they did? Super angsty but hella fluffy? You're so good at that!

Sorry if it's too detailed. You can change whatever!

Ahhh! I've been dying to get a Joel Miller request. I've been obsessed with The Last of Us!

Babe this is so good (and thank you for all the compliments!!). I'll definitly add this to this list.

I'm finishing up a Bucky Barnes x Reader and then I'll probably get on this one! Unfortunately my next class just started up so I'll be slowing down a bit again but I'll be trying my best!!

[hypnotisedfireflies]

Can you rank your stories from your most to least favorite? Interested to know now there are so many.

HA.  Omg anon.  Okay.  This will be hard so you’re getting an explanation under each as to why it is where it is on my list. 💙

1. Drifter’s Dawn

It’s the OG and it’s the thing that got me writing again. There are parts I would like to improve but I think I’ll pretty well leave it alone.

2. Spite

I feel bad putting this above Dusk but Spite accomplished a lot that I didn’t include in Dawn and wish I had.  Plus I’m proud of the little arc across this story?  Of all the things I’ve written, stuff in Spite is stuff I most wish had found its way into Dawn (excepting that one chapter in The Knight of Cups which I did then include in Dawn).

3. Drifter’s Dusk

First time writing Joel’s POV, plus Tess lives, blah blah blah.

4.  The Knight of Cups

So loved writing for Tommy and being able to examine Tessjoel from an outsider POV.  I also liked being able to extend the early days which I feel I rushed over in retrospect in Dawn, like the learning to shoot stuff, the caravan of people and the graveyard, etc.  This is kind of the stuff I most want to go back and write more of when I get the chance.  It’s quite a narrow period of time really, but I would like to explore it some more.

5.  Cassius blue

This is my least-read story which could be down to it being only two chapters?  But I like that it was just Tessjoel for the majority of it and I got to get inside Joel’s head at kind of a crucial time in their story, when he really started to drift away from Tess and become the Joel we see in TLOU.  You know, they’re somewhere they’re kind of safe, Tess doesn’t “need” him and he can wilfully or subconsciously disconnect to torment himself with the past.   This couldn’t really get much of a look-in in Dawn because it was all Tess's POV.  I also liked writing Sarah for the first time and making nature kick their asses.

6.  Blood Orange

Got to play with a different narrative style and that was fun.  Wrote this one totally different to everything else in that I basically wrote the chapters out of order and rearranged it – blocks of text and action into other chapters, etc.  Also it’s fun writing Tess fucking up.

7.  Shots Fired!

I really meant the whole prompt thing to be works of about this length but I prefer longer-form so this is likely to remain the shortest work at 8k.  Anyway, I was happy with being able to accomplish a lot in a shorter amount of words, ie, Tess realising she has family blah blah blah.  Also establishing some stuff with Ellie.

8.  The Last Day on Earth

I don’t hate this or anything, it was just a pain in the ass to write and the least enjoyable for that reason, but I am fine with the finished product.

Snowqueen of Texas and the Ensemble aren’t finished so they don’t get ranked yet.

Thanks for your question anon – I’d love to hear readers’ rankings of this series so far, too!

[justagalwhowrites]

Bestie! Today, I got enough courage to read "Yearling's" new chapter. I knew it would hurt, but it hurt way more than I thought. You have a gift for writing. I love it. The whole chapter felt like a spiral of hurt, despair, and hopelessness that broke my heart for Joel and Bambi. In the middle of all this, two things felt like an arrow to the heart. I don't know if it was your purpose, but the image of Bambi leaving Joel's shirt and coat over Maria's couch, even if it was just out of necessity for warmer clothes, feels like a tangible action that will translate into the physical and emotional distance between them in the upcoming chapters. I’m not ready for it.

The other one was Joel's. Seeing him swallow his feelings, pain, and tears (not completely successfully), trying not to scare Ellie, hurt. I feel like he accepts and thinks he deserves the pain and loneliness that is coming from him, and now that he fully understands how important Ellie is to Bambi, he doesn't want to be the reason for it to break and cause Bambi more pain even if it causes him more pain. Have I gone too much down the rabbit hole? Joel loves Bambi. Your words make me think that taking care of her in any way he can from the sidelines, protecting her, and giving her everything he can (like keeping the bond with his daughter) is what will keep him somehow sane through this time. Please correct me if I'm wrong!

Also, Ellie taking care of him in her gruff way was a balm to my heart. Seeing their relationship almost fully mended gives a little hope. I hope the next chapter will come soon. Until then, I'm crossing my fingers, hoping those hands and broad body are Joel. Thanks for the chapter!🥹❤️❤️❤️

OMG Hi Bestie!

I'm so sorry it took me so long to get back to you OMG!!

For starters... yeah the coat thing was on purpose. I knowwww 😭 there's a lot of push pull coming soon and the physical mementos of their relationship are going to play a part. But that Bambi found the coat to be such a place of safety for her that she wore it even in the heat only to strip it off in the snow and leave it behind?

And definitely not down the rabbit hole, you got that exactly right! Joel is trying to cause minimal damage right now, both to Bambi and to Ellie, and he figures the best way to do that is to absorb it all himself. He's trying to swallow it all, he's being the human shield from the shrapnel . In a way, I think Joel defines himself by who relies on him in some way. When he was a young man, before Sarah, that was his brother. Then he had Sarah, too. Then he didn't and it was Tommy again, then Tess, then Ellie. He is, at his core, a caretaker. He picks his people carefully because once he cares about you he CARES. He'd kill for you, die for you, do anything and everything for you. And that includes bearing the brunt of the emotional pain of the relationship imploding.

And OMG Ellie being full on daughter Ellie 😭I love her so much, she's so sweet and she loves so hard. She tries to be cool about it but she cares so deeply, she loves Joel so much. I just adore them.

Thank you so much for reading and for being patient while I got to this ask!!

Love you!!!

[writernopal]

Here come the gecks! Kamala, Carol (after Captain Marvel) and Sokka! I have more they just hate posing for me.

OMG LOOK AT THEM AHHHHHHH, they're so cute WAAHHHHH (for those unaware of where this is coming from, it is related to this ask and I mentioned wanting to see Tess's lizard buddies!)

Also you have no idea how feral that tiny hat is making me. I want to write a Western with Lizardfolk in it SO BAD. I've said it once, and I will say it again: I WILL NOT REST UNTIL AXTAPOR SAYS YEEHAW.

[bacarasbabe]

How would you describe your writing style?

Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

What are your favorite fics at the moment?

if you want, dear Tess! hope you're doing well, I adore you and your writing!

- elle/@ohheyitsokay

Oh my dear Elle 🥹 thank you for the ask! I'm doing well, thank you for asking! I hope you've had a good weekend and are doing well yourself 💕

50 - How would you describe your writing style?

Hastey, rushed. Revisiting my fics after taking a break from writing, I wish I would have forced myself to slow down. I can tell when I'd have an idea and rush to publish it because I was just so excited about the story. When really I should've refined it a bit more and taken the time I think they deserved. That's one of the reasons I haven't published anything recently. I'm actively working on stuff right now, and I have a few chapters of BTDT that past me would've posted without thinking. But I'm really trying to take my time now and make my writing something I can be proud of later on.

51 - Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

Not to a huge extent. I think I read a lot more fluff than what I write. I also read a lot more multi chapter fics than what I write. But other than that, I'm pretty predictable in the types of things I read. Happy endings, romance, smut. I'll verge off the beaten track every now and then sure, but who doesn't.

69 (hey oh!) - What are your favorite fics at the moment?

Oh man! Ah, okay this was actually really difficult to answer because there are so many good fics and writers. There's a lot I've been rereading for comfort lately that are kind of older and some newer ones in completely different fandoms. So here's just a FEW of the things I've been reading lately.

Hot Venom by Startabi (Adrian Chase x Reader)

This — which isn't necessarily a fanfic, but a response to a story promt (science fiction, war, ai)

Omg, there were two others I was going to put on here, but for the life of me, I can't find them anymore! I searched for them for over 30 minutes—I'll have to try again later, unfortunately. There was a writer who was writing a really cute story about a medic and Master Chief from Halo. It took place before and during the events of the first game, I believe, and was really interesting.

The other fic I can't find anymore was an amazingly smutty fic about Simon "Ghost" Riley from Call of Duty. I've been playing COD since high school, so I'm very glad that his character has gained popularity recently. And the pics some of these artists create 🥵 damn

I kinda feel like that was an anticlimactic answer 😂 but I'm tired. I'm also very behind on my tbr. One day I'll he 100% caught up. Might take a few years but *one day!*

[slidersimp]

i just wanted you to know i think about “at my side” every day. how adorable Tess is how amazing the usage of ASL is, plus found family and dealing with trauma and icemav and mavdad 😭 it’s a fic specifically catered to me!! i’ve been trying to make my way through your other fics but at my side gives me comfort so i’m rereading it yet again. i love that you included the picture of inspiration for piper and tess theyre BEAUTIFUL animals

Me, looking at the absolute devastation I have in my docs to kick off chapter 4: haha angst who???

But seriously though, thank you so much!!! You've really got me crying at the club rn omg this is so sweet! Honestly I feel very similarly about this fic, I'm the one who wrote it and it still feels catered to me, it's very funny. My sister has made fun of me so much for it, the amount of tie-ins to my real life is unreal. The ASL is less personal but definitely something I'm very into as I'm studying it at the moment but omg the trauma and the found family is sooo close to me. A lot of the stuff I've been writing about with Mav is very informed by my dad's experience with PTSD, Mav has it worse but that experience has definitely given me a window into seeing what if might be like for Mav. For people with PTSD, community is really important to the healing process and just making them remember they have people around them, and for Mav I think that would be getting his family all together which is what I'm trying to do with this fic. Hence the found family, which is also one of my favorite tropes.

Not to mention, I think my experience with my dad also informed me on how PTSD doesn't just affect the person who has it, like obviously Mav has it the worst but it hurts to see someone you love in a state like that, so Mav's family is going to do everything they can to help him. Some of that works itself into the fic unintentionally on my part, but I see it there in the moments with Bradley and especially in how Slider is acting around Mav. (Omg Slider in this fic too, I wrote it and I'm still like what the hell, how did he get such a main role in here?)

And then of course the animals! I'm so much more of a dog person than I am a cat person (I love cats, I have absolutely nothing against them, I think they are wonderful, lovely creatures) but DOGS. Omg. I have had dogs that have been so fucking smart they could probably do math better than I could and I have had dogs that are funny and silly and sometimes a little stupid but I love them!! I love Tess and I love the idea of her being a wonderful conniving genius and I love the idea of her supporting Mav and helping him and just jakghkjskjsd. Also I'm glad you liked the pictures! I had to include them lol, they're so beautiful, I think if I saw Tess (the real one because I stole her name too) in person I'd just die on the spot. She's gorgeous.

I just realized I didn't talk about Icemav! I have so many feelings about them because their situation seems soooo difficult to me considering their work and their shared trauma. The end of the last chapter was me kind of trying to address those complications but I'd really love to get into that going forward. I will be writing some solid Icemav fluff for this fic I swear.

Omg okay I need to wrap this up but thank you soo much you've inspired me to keep writing and I really hate that I have to do homework today instead of just writing this fic omg. I'm so sorry chapter 4 has been taking me so long but I am trying and I can't wait for you to read it!!

[messrmoonyy]

OMG. OMG. OMG YOUR ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF WRITING TESS!? WHAA WTF THAT'S GONE BY SO FAST 😭😭 OH MY GOSH. I've only been reading your fanfics since like February/march. But the first one I read. I was OBSESSED with your writing. Still can't believe you've been writing for her for a year 😭. You're probably the best writer I know in existence like how tffff do you write that amazingly for Tess. (And any character in general) Anyway just wanted to come on here and say congratulations for having such a nice community who loves your writing and I hope it stays like this.

Eee thank you! Thank you for always being so supportive! I feel like the lil community around my fics has had its ups and downs lmao but it is at a pleasant place rn. And again I am so grateful about each and every person that lends their time to my writing.

I literally can’t believe a year had passed that’s mad.

Ty again!!

[simpingcowboy]

General Thoughts on the first episode writing through my tears No spoilers:

I'm so glad I didn't go back and watch play-throughs of the game! It's exciting getting to experience this all over again!!!

There's overall not a lot of dialogue so far which I like. It has that "cut-scene" feeling when you're playing the game! I hope that makes sense lol. But the visuals are gorgeous!! Trust your eyes and mind will not be bored for lack of talking!!!

I mostly forgot the actual backstory of these characters, seeing Joel's again fucking broke me. I was sobbing for like 10 minutes.

I love who they picked for Sarah!!! She was darling! I know alot of yt men are upset about some of the casting choices but I do not care. Sarah was perfect!! And I will stand by the casting of any women or POC in this series <3

A note on the visuals. They're just incredible. Seriously. Each scene is crafted so perfectly. The color palette changes to fit the mood. It's a really immersive experience! The last wide shot we end on is the kind of stuff I'm really looking forward to!!! I know we'll get lots more of that in upcoming episodes

Not too much to say on Bella in this episode, other than she plays bratty annoying teen really well lol

Pedro's acting is top tier! The mannerisms he's already established are so lovely. I do see what he's said about it being similar to a lot of varying other roles he's played, but Pedro manages to make it totally new! He's always exciting to watch! He embodies Joel beautifully! And I can't wait to see how he pushes Joel's character even further!!!

TESS IS FUCKING BADASSSS I LOVE HER!!!! Omg my queen <3 I don't want to say much...but if anyone is writing/or knows of a Tess x Joel pegging fic...I would love to read it lmao

So much is given to us in this first episode it's just a tad overwhelming for me but still enough to follow. I am excited to see more of the story unfold!!

[javier-pena]

okay in all seriousness, i think this is the single hottest fic i have ever read, it felt like i was reading something i would love to write if i was braver, i never ever wanted it to end, and i'm so so sad i can never again experience reading this for the first time

first of all, i love love love voyeurism, i actively need to challenge myself to NOT include it in fics i write because it's getting ridiculous but from now on i'll be able to tell myself "well, no matter what you do, it'll never be as hot as what ms covetyou did" and that'll hopefully help me to write some other tropes as well, because i'm still trembling when i think about what you did with this, it's just 😖 god i need to chew off my arm or something

ms reader is so so so fucking relatable!!!!!! if i could watch joel and tess fuck, that would be the highlight of my life omg, i too would be sitting absolutely still if they told me to just so i could watch ..... and i too would be thinking about both of them afterwards while i ... took care of things. but i also love how ms reader was included despite her just watching, especially when you wrote, "when you nod again, tess rewards you by pressing a kiss to joel's mouth, and you can feel as you almost chase it with your own lips" that was such a neat way of putting it!!!

unfortunately, i can't recall what happened during oral sex (m receiving) because when tess said, "maybe next time i'll let him come in me and you can clean me up, pretty girl" i must've blacked out and it took me about 10 minutes to regain conciousness. but i'll still be thinking about joel asking, "who you gonna come thinkin' about? me or her?" FOREVER

i'm also obsessed with the way you ended this fic, "you think joel miller is quite a nice man to be kissing here, in an old apartment block at the end of all things" at the end of all things????? that's so poetic god i love that!!!!!

nothing left to prove

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader, Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos, Joel x Tess x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: voyeurism (consensual and not), cuckolding/cuckquean, unprotected PIV, oral sex (m recieving), masturbation, praise kink, brief spit kink, little bit of choking (as a treat), bisexual reader, asshole Joel, no use of y/n word count: 5.8k summary: Some risks are worth taking.

A/N: this is the last in my planned oneshots for SWAT this month! if you have any uh... 👀 questions, comments or concerns, my ask box is open. I love you all, and thank you so much for welcoming SWAT back with open arms.

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Like most things where Joel was concerned, you're not entirely sure what made you do it.

One minute you were walking down the street - the bustling midday crowd rushing from one job to another, stopping by street vendors if they were lucky enough to have the cards to trade - and the next, you were mindlessly heading in the opposite direction.

It's not like you didn't know not to follow him. He'd warned you before - men in his line of work were always the target of something, and following after him, even acknowledging him in public, made you a target too. It was dangerous, and it was stupid.

Still, you did it anyway.

Without thinking, you had turned and followed, hands tucked into your pockets and collar drawn up over your face in an effort to keep back the bitter chill of wind. There was something too enticing about seeing Joel swagger down the street with someplace he clearly had to be. Something so enticing you couldn't resist. Even from the distance he was rapidly putting between you, you could tell it was him. Your eyes were locked onto his broad frame as it parted the stream of footfall, and his long, heavy strides carried him further and further away from you.

It was a fight, walking upstream through a throng of people going the direction you should've been, but you made it out of the other side and hurried down the sidewalk after him, barely a few minutes behind if your shorter strides were anything to go by.

Out of nowhere, he slinked down an alley, stealthy despite his size. You stalled on the corner of the block once you reached it. In any version of reality you'd been taught to keep away from places like this if you knew what was good for you. Things lurked in the shadows that you didn't want to encounter, and yet, here you were, embodying stupid as you contemplate throwing yourself down a dark alley after a man who was nothing but trouble.

You're still going to do it, of course. Nothing could stop you now, even as you waited with impatient jitters in your hands for an older couple to shuffle past.

Then, the way is clear and you can finally slink down the same alley Joel had turned down not five minutes before. He could have been long gone, of course. That probably would have been for the best.

But he wasn't.

A familiar Texan drawl tells you as much. There's no tinge of threat to it, just casual chat from what you can piece together, so you slip further down the alley and into the shadows. You make careful steps, trying to be silent as you step over rubble, until you reach the mouth of another alley and tuck yourself tight against the wall.

You hear him clearer from here. Whatever he's saying in the darkness sounds positively encouraging, and then you hear the other voice. Softer. More delicate. More breathless too.

Unable to hold yourself back anymore, you finally turn and peek down the alley to see the tall sillhouette of Joel pushing up against the much smaller one of someone else as they're pressed against the wall. He presses forward, and the gasp you hear tells you all you need to know. The rattle of his belt confirms it. Then, with a slow grind of his hips, he keeps on a steady pace as he fucks her right in the alleyway where anyone could watch - you're watching after all.

And you can't tear your eyes away.

The snap of his hips gets quicker, shallower, the longer you stare. His hand had long disappeared around her front, probably to rub tight circles over her clit as you peak around the corner of the alleyway. Her arms move, fists balling tight by her head, opening and flexing, gripping the worn brick as Joel works himself in and out of her from behind.

He's whispering too. No doubt talking filth in her ear, spurring them both on as he thrusts in and out of her wet heat. You're entranced by the muffled sounds of it all - the heavy rustle of his jeans, the soft whimpers, moans, and groans - and soon your core is clenching as you watch with debauched curiousity.

You stand there against the wall, watching, as minute after minute ticks by. And then, the biting wind comes back, this time carrying a high pitched moan towards you, and you try to focus on the shape of her in the darkness as she shakes against the wall, barely keeping herself upright as she comes around Joel's cock.

But, instead of plowing onwards, fucking her until she walks away with him dribbling down her leg, he delicately pulls out. You hear praise mumbled into her hair, where he kisses her, before he turns in your direction to tuck his still-hard cock back into his pants.

Your heart is pounding, you realize, when you throw yourself around the corner to hide from him. He hadn't seen you. Neither of them had. You were sure of it. Then when you hear the murmured sounds of thanks followed by footsteps, you peer back down the alley.

Only to watch as Joel's eyes flick up to yours in the darkness just as his fly zips, and you scurry away knowing you'll pay for whatever this was later.

The note had come through your door before you'd even got home that day. You knew it was from Joel before you even opened it, and when you finally did in the darkness of your room after stuffing it into your pocket so your dad wouldn't see, your heart had practically jumped out of your mouth.

my place. friday. hour before curfew. don't be late.

J.

So, here you were, a little before an hour before curfew in an apartment block across town from yours. Being here was risky - who knows how long you'd be inside - but it was a risk worth taking as far as you were concerned. You didn't even have to knock as you approached his familiar door - it opens as soon as your feet step outside of it to reveal a stern looking Joel Miller.

"Get your ass in."

He doesn't wait for you, doesn't usher you inside or pull at your clothes. He simply moves inside and stands there, back turned, arms across his chest, waiting for you to close yourself into his space.

Whatever you'd expected when you held that note, even going as far as touching yourself thinking about what was to come, the silent treatment never came to mind. Joel didn't do silent - not with you, anyway. He always had something to say and was always ready to make sure you knew it. Now, he was stood there, silent and stoic as ever. You watch the rise and fall of his shoulders for a moment, before an anxious ripple pulls its way through you and you're speaking to the back of his head.

"I'm sorry, I -"

"Y'ain't," Joel says, turning to look at you with a scowl on his face. "Knew exactly what you were doin' - you ain't fuckin' dumb, sweetheart. Or maybe you are, given how fuckin' stupid it is to pull that shit with me."

He steps toward you then, closing the vast distance between you in just a few strides.

"You've been gettin' bold. Bold means stupid, and stupid gets you killed. Now, I don't give a shit how you are with me in here. Out there you don't know me, you don't even look at me, and you sure as fuck don't follow me."

"Am I not allowed to -"

"No," he says simply, and you snap your mouth shut just as Joel pulls open your jacket and peels it off your shoulders, daring you to stop him as he stares daggers into your eyes.

"I didn't mean to -"

"Get caught?" he finishes, raising an eyebrow at you as he tosses your jacket to the side and kicks lightly at your feet to prompt you to take off your boots.

For once, Joel is wrong. Massively, glaringly, wrong. You did mean to get caught. You realized as much the second the smile spread across your face after reading his note. You realized too that you liked more than just the promise of Joel's threat to you when your fantasies of his stern words and rough hands had turned into watching that scene in the alleyway all over again.

And maybe he knows all of that too, because one second you're standing sheepishly in his living room and the next he's pulling you toward him and growling in your ear.

"Couldn't help yourself, could you?"

You shake your head, breathing him in now that he's so close you're practically chest to chest.

"If you wanna watch so fuckin' bad..." he starts as he tugs you further forward, pulling you into him as he steps back and back until you find yourself in his lamplit bedroom.

It's different. Not noticeably, at first, but then you see it.

In the corner is a chair, dragged in from its usual place at Joel's the dining table. There's barely room to walk around it, but Joel hauls you over to it anyway and pushes down on your shoulders.

"You're gonna sit your ass there and watch," he says as your knees buckle and your ass collides with the chair. "Got it?"

Dumbstruck, you blink up at him. You don't know what's happening. You don't know what you're going to be watching, here in this room with no one but you and Joel. There's something very big, and maybe very obvious, that you're missing, but before you can search your brain for the answer, he's pinching your chin and forcing you into an exaggerated nod. 

"I said, got it?"

You continue to nod and trail your eyes after Joel as he strolls back out of the room, leaving you perched there on the edge of the seat. You're in half a mind to follow him, but then a knock on the door startles you and you listen out as voices carry through the open doorway. 

It's Tess. You're sure of it. You'd only met her twice, but she wasn't exactly a person you forgot easily, and your late-night fantasies certainly wouldn't let it happen either. They spend a few minutes talking while your mind runs away with itself, their soft voices too light for you to hear where you sit, forgotten, in Joel's bedroom.

Their hushed conversation turns to something else as you listen, and the heavy sound of clothing hitting the floor reaches your ears and it's all you can do to keep yourself rooted to the spot. You said you'd sit, sure, but from here you can't watch anything, you can just wait in anticipation as the sounds of groaning and clothing being stripped off gets louder and louder.

You see Joel first. It's impossible not to as he's pushed backwards into the room by Tess, shirtless and belt hangling loose around his waist. And then you see her, clothes seemingly intact and her lips attached to his, hands grappling with his shoulders and scraping red trails down his bare chest until the gasp you were trying to contain slips out from your mouth.

She looks to you, lips swollen and hand steadily trailing back up Joel's chest until it clasps softly around his neck.

"Didn't tell me I'd be sharing," she says, and you watch as she grips the thick column of his throat beneath her deceptively strong fingers.

He swallows, hard, just about stifling a groan. "You ain't. She's stayin' right there. Ain't you?"

With wide eyes, you snap your mouth shut and nod.

"That right? You like watching, pretty girl?" Tess says, her eyebrows high as she leans into Joel, his thick fingers finding her waist.

You nod again, taking them in as they press into each other, and try to bite down the pang of jealousy that creeps through you. It's not that you want them to stop. Not at all. You do want to watch. You've never been more certain of anything. You want to see them, you want to be here as they come apart. You'd give anything to trade places with either of them, too, you think, but mostly, what you want is to slot yourself right between both of them.

Instead, you're stuck here on this fucking chair, uncomfortable and antsy as their hands roam and she tugs down Joel's jeans.

"Likes doin' as she's told, too," he groans, as Tess's hand makes it way down to the front of his boxers and squeezes the lump you'd been desperately trying to avoid looking at.

"Sounds like someone I know."

She laughs. She laughs, and it's all you can do to keep yourself on that fucking chair, not throwing yourself on the floor at their feet and begging that they let you join in. They might even let you, you consider. But you also knew there wouldn't be the same satisfacation in that. You wouldn't be able to savor and hold onto every sound and movement, keeping it locked away in your mind until later, if you were too fucked out and silly with it to know which way was up and which was down. And fuck did you want to watch Joel do all the things to her you wished he'd do to you, the things you wish you could do to her too.

So, you were going to do as you were told. You were going to be good. And you were going to watch.

When you nod again, Tess rewards you by pressing a kiss to Joel's mouth, and you can feel as you almost chase it with your own lips.

"You're gonna sit there," she says, pressing another kiss to his mouth, "and you're gonna keep watching, pretty girl. And keep those hands right where I can see 'em."

Planting your hands on your thighs, you watch Joel kick off his pants, standing now in nothing but boxers. Tess presses him back, pushing until he stumbles into his bed and lets himself collpase down onto it and shift back until he's resting on his elbows. Your eyes dart between them. She's practically eating him alive, hooking her own fingers into her jeans and pulling them down as Joel palms himself over his boxers. Then, in one elegant move, she flicks her pants off and climbs over the bed onto him, spreading her legs wide as she settles herself down onto his stiff cock.

Joel bites his cheek, keeping his hands soft on her creamy thighs as she rolls her hips over and over his, grinding her cunt against his length. He doesn't move. Doesn't pull her shirt off or force her down harder with a bruising grip to her thighs. He simply lets her use him until she's panting on top of him, his toes twitching and curling as he stifles his own moans.

Falling forward, her hair briefly shields them from you. You can hear it though. The wet, appreciative sounds of their mouths working against each other, tongues lapping against one another while Tess rocks back and forth across his length where it's trapped between them.

"You're gonna fuck me, Texas," she growls into his mouth, flicking her hair to her other shoulder so now you can see the flush that's rising up Joel's neck. "And make it good."

He flips her with a grunt, rolling her over easily and slotting himself between her spread thighs. You're breathing heavy as you watch on with hazy eyes, imagining the feel of him between your own thighs, or her hair over your shoulder as she kisses you, making biting kisses into your neck.

And then, when your eyes focus on the room once more, his boxers are gone and you're staring at the back of Joel, completely nude, and it has you suddenly sitting up straighter. Even with his hand pressed somewhere between her thighs, drawing out soft moans from her, all you can focus on is his back.

You're not unfamiliar with it, of course. You've seen him nude before. But you've never seen him like this, splayed out over the top of someone with one leg hitched up as he slowly rolls his hips and grinds his bare cock over a clothed pussy. You've never seen the way his back ripples and his ass flexes with each rock forward, or the way he keeps his toes curled as he moves. You've never seen that silvery scar to his side either, visible only by the angle he's in in the lamplight.

You've never seen him with thighs wrapped around his waist either, pinning him down to another body while soft hands snake around his back. It could be you. But it's not. It's her, and that's somehow better and worse all at once.

Tess groans and tilts her head back, letting her grip around his shoulders slip to slide her own hand down between them, replacing his.

His own fingers are glistening when he pulls them away from her core. If you could move you'd lick them clean, taste her off of them, but you're stuck here watching, balling impatient fists on your thighs. And then, he's shifting into position, letting Tess tilt her hips until he's right there, and he presses forward, slipping into her wet hole with a groan.

"Fuck, that's it, make me come."

It's hot in here. You're listening to Tess say the filthy things Joel usually says to you, and it is so fucking hot in here.

So hot, you realize, that your cheeks are burning and your hands are sweating where they fidget on your thighs, and when Joel thrusts home, deep, and Tess cries out, you moan with them, and it's like they've just remembered you're there.

They turn and look at you, Tess's eyes catching yours first, but Joel soon following. But then she's dragging his focus back to her.

"She's being so good, Joel," she says as he tucks his head into her neck to press soft kisses there. "Thought she'd be rubbing her cunt by now but look at her, she's doing so good."

"So fuckin' good."

You groan when he says it. You can't stop it, or the way your hands flex and want to reach out for either of them.

"She likes that. She likes being a good girl."

And you do. Even as you spread your legs wide and try not to rock into the seam of your jeans and make yourself come.

Then, as if you had never made a noise at all, Joel is pulling out and pushing in deep all over again, drawing out moan after moan from Tess.

Just like that, you're back to being the dirty voyeur in the corner. Ignored and desperate, and one second away from pleading with them to let you have a taste of something, anything. You don't. By this point, as Joel's ass flexes into the space between Tess's thighs, you don't even need to. You can almost feel every movement, every inch, right from where you're sat, fully clothed over the other side of the room. You can feel the slow stroke of his hips between yours, feel her heavy breaths tickle your cheek, the hard grind against your clit. You almost gasp when she does, and you catch yourself rocking your hips to each roll of theirs.

"Fuck, that's it, Texas," she says, as he kisses her neck again.

It's not hard to see he's different with Tess. 

He's softer, less rough, but just as hard. He's as silent as you've ever heard him, that filthy mouth stalled in his head, but also as loud as you've ever heard him be. He's grunting and groaning and panting as he fucks into her, huffing in quick breaths and goading himself on with stacatto nods of his head, desperate not to stop, to keep going, to make her come, until he's groaning frantically, pushing through the pain and ache in his muscles.

And then it hits you that maybe he is like this with you.

Maybe Joel Miller is just as fucked out and loud now as he is with you. How were you to really know - you were usually too deafened by your own screams and focussed on the feeling of him inside you, to really notice much to anything else.

He shifts her, maybe the most he's dared lay his hands on her, until you're no longer watching from somewhere behind and instead looking from the side as Joel pounds down and down into Tess's cunt, her head thrown to the side, stealing glances at you as you worry your lip with your teeth. You're breathing so hard you're almost whining, nodding whenever Tess makes a particularly deep moan that you can feel push through your own chest, until Joel looks up at you and smirks.

"Fuckin' likin' this, huh?" he groans. "That's it, sweetheart, you wanted to watch. Fuck. Fuck. Keep watchin'."

You whine then. You can't stop it, and you don't care. You're ready to sob, could probably come untouched right here if you thought about it hard enough, but you don't. You don't want that. You want to focus on the way he fucks her, and the way she sounds as she meets every thrust, because you know it's all going to be over soon.

You know, because Tess is grabbing his hand, forcing it between her legs and threading her hand through his hair and pulling a moment later.

"There. There. Ohh -"

His arm flexes and moves between them, rubbing over her clit as he slips and slides inside her. You're leaning forward in your seat now, hands gripping the edge, ready to move whenever - if ever - they give the word.

And then, with an open mouthed silent scream, she tenses beneath him, the pulsating grip of her cunt making him stutter his thrusts but never the movement of his fingers, until she falls limp, delivering a swift punch to his arm to make him stop a moment later.

So, Joel stops.

Completely.

For the second time this week, you watch as Joel doesn't come inside someone else.

He holds himself deep in her as she floats down from whatever cloud he'd just launched her to, panting and wiping sweat from his forehead. And then, when she opens her eyes, he kisses her, and you're floating right along side them in the ether, entranced by the way she pulls herself out from underneath him, and pulls her clothes back on while he watches after her, cock stiff and neglected, covered in his own precum and her slick.

You expect her to turn to Joel, but instead she rounds on you the moment she's dressed, and cups your heated cheek in her palm.

"Maybe next time I'll let him come in me and you can clean me up, pretty girl."

And with a pat to your cheek and a nod to Joel, she leaves, shouting out behind her.

"Twenty minutes, Texas. Don't be late."

"Not gonna take twenty minutes," he growls, standing and rolling his shoulders while you still sit on the chair he'd pushed you into.

He's wild eyed, staring at you as you practically drool down your own chin at the sight of him. His thick cock hangs heavy between his legs, twitching as his muscles flex and contract. His fists ball tight by his sides, eyes dark as he looks down at you, sitting still and obedient and good right where he left you. You can smell the sweat on him, smell how much he smells like Tess, and you want nothing more than to roll yourself in the sheets they'd just made a mess off.

"Bring that mouth over here," he grunts, beckoning you over with two fingers that had been buried in Tess not long ago.

You let out a desperate sigh of relief as you slip to your knees right from the chair and make an upright crawl the short distance to Joel and his weeping cock. He smells just like you remembered she tasted like. Sweet, tangy, musky. And then, he nods down at you, and you take your first tentative lick of his slick coated length, and you're groaning, holding on to his thighs to steady yourself.

His hand finds the back of your head, stroking briefly at your neck, sending prickles across your heated skin. Despite the sweat, his hands somehow feel cooler than you, and the sensation of them on your skin somehow grounds you, holds you back from falling into a heap and sobbing, begging, screaming in frustration. You're so pent up, that all you can do is make strangled groans as you look up at him with teary eyes as you lick over and over his cock with a broad, flat strokes of your tongue.

"That's it, that taste good?"

It does. It tastes better than it ever has. Him and her, all together. You liked how you tasted off of him, but this was something else entirely, and all the while that soft promise of next time runs rampant through your mind, stalling your moan of agreement right as it pulls out of your throat.

"Shit," he curses as you gently lick a drop of cum weeping from his tip. "Good fuckin' girl. Like that too, don't you? Can't get enough."

With a groan, he's suddenly pulled away from you, and you whine at the loss, before he's crouching in front of you, grabbing you roughly by the face and kissing you, plundering your mouth with his tongue.

"Mm!"

"So fuckin' good."

You don't know if he's talking about you, or the taste in your mouth, but you preen anyway, eyes brightening when he stands up, gripping his cock firmly in one large hand. "She creamed all over my balls too, sweetheart. Don't want to miss a drop now do you?"

Eagerly, you lap at the soft skin of his balls, swirling your tongue and groaning as you clean the taste of her off of his sack. He's slowly pumping his cock, squeezing the tip, cursing, as you work your tongue over his delicate balls, massaging them with your tongue before sucking each one into your warm, wet, mouth.

You can't help but slip a hand between your own legs as you work your tongue back and forth over him. The taste of him and her together on your tongue is sending your eyes practically rolling in your head, making you groan as you lick from his balls up the length of him and attempt to suck him down and lick every drop of her you can from his skin. Over your jeans isn't enough though, the sensations too muted by the thick fabric, so with a pop you pull yourself from Joel, look him in the eye, and tug your jeans open. Fuck, if you haven't earned at least a little bit of relief, and you stare at him, daring him to stop you as your fingers slide down and find your sopping wet cunt inside your ruined panties.

He groans when your eyes lose focus, your finger sliding over the twitching bundle of nerves that had lay neglected by not one, but three people.

"That's it. Touch that pussy while you suck me, sweetheart."

You do, swiping your finger in slow soft circles as he guides the tip of his dick back into your waiting lips. "Can still taste her, huh?" he says, when you groan at the taste of him again.

"Mhm."

"Can't get enough of it can you. Fuck you're so fuckin' desperate. Look at you. Rubbin' that little thing with my cock in your mouth."

You suck and bob your head, twirling your tongue around to taste every inch you can reach of him. You're aching, panting, grinding into your own hand as you suck him. The heat in your core is searing you, making you sweat beneath your clothes. If you had a hand to spare you'd be tearing them off of you, but you need your hand between your legs right now, and without the other to steady you, you'll be falling flat on your ass in no time.

"Finish me first," he says, noticing your desperation and the way your hips buck into your own hand. "That's it. You can come after. Fuck, that's it. So close. You wanted that pussy so bad, didn't you?"

You groan around his cock, the many ways you wanted her pussy flashing through your mind as you slide Joel's cock between your lips, until he's yanking you back, making you gasp and your fingers stop the steady circles you were making over your cunt.

"You want this too, don't you?"

"Yes," you moan, watching as he starts to jerk his cock in his fist. You don't even think as you open your mouth wide, tongue out and waiting for him to make a mess of you.

"Good fuckin' girl."

He jerks his cock faster, your saliva and Tess's cum slicking up the movement of his fist as he brings himself closer and closer. He steadies one hand at the back of your neck again, suddenly spitting down into your waiting mouth, making you groan as his spit hits your tongue and slides into your mouth.

"Keep that there. Keep that right fuckin' there."

He pants, chest heaving above you as you look between his dark eyes and the dripping head of his cock. He's so close. You can see as his muscles tense and twitch, one hand resting on his twitching thigh, the other holding off, slowly jerking your clit, until you slip your hand underneath him, cradling his balls, and gently squeeze -

Milky white spurts shoot into your mouth, his tip pressing down onto your tongue so you can taste every drop as he milks it from himself, your own hand massaging and tugging lightly on his balls until he's empty, tapping the tip on your tongue and wiping away the last remnants of the release you hold in your mouth.

"That's it. Swallow it all sweetheart."

The bitter salt of him coats your mouth as you swallow, not a drop wasted.

"You still want it?" he asks then, nodding down to your open jeans. Your own hand has stilled between your legs, fingers that were moving steadily are still now, hooked into you while you waited as promised until after you made him come. Now, the after was here, and with swollen lips and glassy eyes you nod up at him.

"Go on," he says softly, and you pull your dripping fingers from your cunt to coat your throbbing clit. "That's it. Wanna see you rub that fuckin' thing. Who you gonna come thinkin' about? Me or her?"

"Both," you gasp, pressing your face into his bare thigh, your fingers steadily building up and up the pace. "Both of you. Looked - fu - so good."

His hand strokes your hair, holding you to him while you work your fingers between your legs.

"Yeah? You liked that? Just like watchin' so fuckin' much don't you."

"Ye-eah. But," you whine. "Wantedtojoinin."

He laughs then, soft and gently above you. You don't see it. Your eyes are pressed shut and you're breathing in nothing but the smell of his skin right where his thigh meets his groin. You're ready to lose yourself in it all now. You don't care what you look like or if he's looking at you. You just care that you're pressed to him with your fingers between your legs, finally getting closer and closer to relief you'd been aching for since you saw him in that alleyway.

"Know what this proves though, don't you?" he asks, and with a harsh yank of your hair he pulls your head so you're looking directly up at him, fingers working swiftly over your clit as you gasp. "You know how to be a good girl and do what you're fuckin' told after all."

You nod, letting the drop of your head tug your own hair even more. "Yes," you say desperately. "Yes, I'll be good, I'll be good."

"Then show me. Gotta show me how good you come thinkin' about my cock in that cunt."

"Uh-huh," you nod again, and suddenly the jerk of your fingers over your clit and the thought of watching Joel's cock slide up and down Tess's slit, tasting his cum as it drips out of her hole has you exploding against your palm.

You barely hold yourself upright as you come, eyes pinched shut and jaw slack, Joel's hand in your hair probably the only thing keeping you from collapsing. And then, when the last of your orgasm has run through you, your fluttering cunt finally ceasing its twitching, Joel gently releases you, and you slump down on your knees, falling to the side until you're curled on the floor, propped up by the end of his bed.

You rest your head on his mattress and sex rumpled sheets, blissful and floating as Joel finds his clothes around you. Then, he nudges you up, murmuring encouragement as you stand and shake the fuzzy feeling out of your head.

Joel spots your look of surprise at the darkness outside. Curfew is rapidly approaching now, and if you're not careful you won't be home in time before you're free game for any FEDRA asshole that you come across.

"Still got time," he says, passing your jacket as you stuff your feet into your boots and ushering you out into the dim corridor.

To your surprise, he follows you out, throwing a bag over his shoulder before noticing your curious look.

"Won't be around for a few weeks," he explains. "Got some stuff to do."

He doesn't elaborate, and you don't ask. You don't move either, locked to the spot in front of the door as he locks it, and tucks his key away inside an inner pocket.

"And, just so we're clear, sweetheart. I don't expect to be sharin' you with anyone while I'm gone."

"You really need me to tell you I'm not gonna fuck anyone else?"

His raised eyebrow says it all, and you roll your eyes. You both know you won't, wouldn't, don't even want to, but to stroke his ego you say as much anyway, and he gives a satisfied nod.

You kiss him then, right out in the hallway before he can turn and leave, or push you away. Only, he doesn't. He never does. Never has. Probably never will. And, even out in the hallway where anyone could see, you think Joel Miller is quite a nice man to be kissing here, in an old apartment block at the end of all things.

"Keep yourself out of trouble," he murmurs into your mouth, and, before you know it, he's stalking away down the hall and, in a blink, he's gone.

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Happy STS!

Tell me about the hardest challenge you’ve faced while writing. How did you overcome it?

~tabswrites

Happy STS, Tess!

This is something I'm still working on which is, getting desensitized to what I've written.

I write alone (I prefer to), and sometimes an idea has been kicking around in my head for months, and when I get it down, add all the bells and whistles, I read it back, and I'm like, oh yeah, this is pretty cool and move on. There's nothing wrong with that, but it's become so ordinary at that point that it doesn't impact me very much, so I end up thinking that it's all very boring. Then someone else will read it and go OMG, THE SUSPENSE, THE TENSION, THE STORYTELLING, and I literally have no idea what they're talking about LOL. Anyway, I endeavor to make my writing cool to me again and hopefully, that will help me appreciate those bits a lot more!