#one of my favorite songs of this year so far

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And now, on to the main event! Tamlin bringing your fanfiction to life!

Bravery Is In Spite Of Fear by @achaotichuman

“You never lost me.” He murmured, pressing another kiss, this one to her brow, “You have never lost me.”

Am I making you feel sick? by @yaralulu

Be angry. Show me how angry you are.

When Lucien opened his mouth to say another irritable thing, Tamlin shut him up the only way he knew how. He kissed him.

Eternal Equinox by @sonics-atelier

Spring and Autumn, now as one,   A union blessed beneath the sun.   Through seasons’ turn, their love shall bloom,            Eternal life through earth’s perfume.

carry that weight by @fourteentrout

"I need to protect my people in the ways I know how. I'm needed out there more than I am in here." He answered anyway, nodding towards the forest beyond the grounds.

“Does that unmake me? Am I a new being with every form I take?” The High Lord asked without bite. “I am who I am.”

borrowed time by @ipona

"I meant what I said." He looks at Rhys, catching his gaze, holding it for a moment longer than Rhys expects him to. "And who of us isn't a brute, really?"

Songs of Spring by @themildestofwriters

“It’s a song about hope,” Tamlin said, finally, slouching forward and meeting Tarquin’s eyes. “About how, even after the darkest times, I could still find happiness — joy, even. It might take years, decades, centuries, even, but it will pass as surely as night turns to day.”

Tarquin nodded, understanding, and smiled. “Or as winter turns to summer. A true song of Spring, then.”

cosmogeny by @highlordofkrypton

It takes Tamlin a moment to find the words he’d like to gift to Nyx. No matter what they are, Nyx will cherish them, as he has with any other moment in the presence of his light. When Tamlin speaks, it’s with a wistful smile on his handsome face.

“Because I’ve just met you, and it’s always a shame to lose someone, especially someone you’re fond of.”

How Nesta Archeron Learned to Trap A Beast by @achaotichuman

“Ready?” Tamlin asked. Nesta didn’t answer him, just walked into the forests before them. Tamlin let her get far enough into the tree lines that he couldn’t see her before he shouted, “Wrong way!” “Fuck you!”

“I’m here. I’m here Nesta.” He said. “Stay with me.” She whispered, “Please.” There was a moment of pure silence, one that bore into her heavy soul. “I would never leave.” He promised her, “Never.”

The Gown by @goforth-ladymidnight

"I love you, thorns and all, and I always will."

dividers made by @olenvasynyt

[cuntyhunty22]

Hope again.

Paring : Jackson!oldman!joel x reader

Tags : fluff. Mention of death. Mention of K!ll!ng people. Smut. cum licking. Fingering. (This one is more chill)

Minors don't interact

Description : reader has traveled to Jackson, she has been taken in after a tragedy has happened. Reader is getting adjusted making friendships. Slight enemy to lovers. Age gap.

(No abby (let my man live and be happy) (family is around, just happy)

Idk just a little something I daydreamed about. My old man Joel deserves love.

As always there is a "soundtrack" below of songs that gave me inspiration.

~feedback is ALWAYS appreciated ~

•

The initial outbreak happened over 20 years ago... you were about 10 then.. fast forward to now.. you are 30. You have traveled all over looking for safe refuge. Your mom was the first to go.. then before you reached Jackson right outside the gate your sister died in your arms. You fought so hard to keep her alive. You were definitely the fighter out of the two of you. Better with weapons, better with Fighting people off. The savage of the two. But it was she who was the brains , the oil that made the machine work. You made this journey because you heard rumors of a safe haven out here. You were able by some will of the universe to find someone you knew before the outbreak. She found you while she was on patrol. Raiders took over your camp injuring your sister to where she eventually passed from her wounds. That was a week ago....

•

You've been staying in an extra room at your friends home, Maria mentioned your home would be ready this week. She was more than happy to take you in ,as your friend is apart of the council here in Jackson. Maria was waiting on the contractor and his team to finish one thing in the home you'd be staying in. Jackson has been good to you so far, aside from mourning the passing of your sister. You went for a walk around town just getting comfortable. You've started talking to others here hoping to develop some relationships. The apocalypse can get pretty lonely. The others your age seem pretty chill, so far Dina and Ellie have been your favorite. They were about your sisters age. So maybe that's why. Maria is incredible all about her buisness, and her family. But you still in a way feel like an outsider.. no family.. no partner.. just you.

•

"Hey I am headed to getting food with some of the others would you like to join.!?" Dina asked you. "Hey Dina! Um actually yes I would love that!" She gives you a smile. "Perfect I'm meeting up with them down at the hall I was just heading there now." The hall is probably 5 or so minutes away from where you were. "So what brought you here.?"

"Well my sister and I have been traveling, hopping from place to place. Camps, Qzs, But no where ever felt like home. After our mom passed we never stayed in one place and finally we were just ready to settle down. Have a chance at some type of normalcy. My friend who brought me in, I ran into her while she was on patrol.. she seen the raiders attacking us.. which I know you heard about. What happened and what not which brought the passing of my sister."

Dina looked at you with caring eyes. "I know I'm sorry about her."

"It's okay.. that's life I guess. People die everyday."

"Yeah but it doesn't make it any better. So just you then?"

"Just me."

Once you reached the dining hall it's full. Some people you recognized others you did not.

"Hey guys, I brought someone along. Figured she could use the company.!" Dina introduces you to the others that you haven't met yet. You chatted a bit with everyone, it was nice.. refreshing almost.

You finished up and were about to head home when you seen him. Broad shoulders, curly hair, grey through out it, big brown eyes covered by glasses.. handsome old man.. intimidating but at the same time intriguing. Dina and Ellie notice you staring.

"That's Joel." Ellie says. "He's my-"

"Parental advisor" Dina chimes in.

"Oh-.. wow.. so he's like your dad.?" You felt kinda guilty for even finding him attractive now..

"I guess so. He's just Joel." Ellie shrugs.

"Ah- okay..." you trail off hoping it wasn't as obvious as you felt you checking him out. (Hey it's the apocalypse you don't see many hot men.) "well. (You laugh slightly.) I'm gonna go..."

You go to walk away and as you do you end up running right into Joel. His body like a brick wall.. (But the heat of a man's body made you feel a way. )

"Jesus kid you gon pay attention." Joel scoffs. "Who are you? Have I met you.?"

Joel looks you up and down.

You stutter. ( unusual for you.)

"Hi yeah sorry. No we haven't met."

"Didn't think so.. what you another one we let it.. another house I gotta fix that Maria is on my ass about."

"Jesus well when you put it like that.. Joel is it?" You scoff. Because as handsome as he is. He is being a total dick. If he only knew the week you had.

"Yeah I'm Joel." He cocks his head in curiosity, wondering how you know his name.

"Well ok Joel. Good to meet you I guess." You flip him the middle finger smirking at him.

You turn to tell Ellie Dina and the others goodbye. You notice Dina whispering in Ellie's ear something as you walk away. You feel Joel's eyes on you as you make your way out the door.

Once you got back to your room, your friend told you that you would be moving into your house in the morning. In exchange for your house, you would be doing patrols and whatever else Maria needed. You offered to bartend or cook as well, it would be nice to not have to fight for a while.

•

The next morning

Today you were being moved into the house You didn't have much, but Maria made sure you were gonna be taken care of. It was small. But it was a house. Four walls. Something you haven't had in years. A room. A kitchen. A bathroom. Your friend walks you over, Maria is there to greet you.

"Hello how are you doing.?"

"Good I'm good.. thank you.. really.."

"No need, we take care of one another here. We all know what it's like to be a refuge one way or another."

Joel walks around the corner. You lock eyes. And he's even more good looking in the day light.

"This is Joel.. have you met yet.? Maria asks.

"Yeah we met yesterday." You glare at him. Hoping today maybe he will be a bit nicer. (God please be nice. You're too hot to not be.)

"By that glare you are giving him I'm assuming so."

"We met yesterday at the hall, she was having dinner with Dina and Ellie before she ran into me." Joel pipes in.

You scoff

"Yeah and I said I was sorry and then you proceeded to be a dick. "Oh YoU aRe AnOtHeR OnE.. blah blah old grumpy man mumbles"

"Joel, what did you say to her!? " Maria questions.

"All I said was. Oh she's another one I gotta fix a house for or build somethin for s'all.. ya know you been on me and I been tryin. Wasn't meant to be rude"

"It's not what you said it's how you said it Joel." Maria replies. "Everyone has a story Joel. Everyone deserves a chance. Remember when that was you."

"Yeah... anyway.. if you need anythin or somethin needs fixed.. I'm a few houses down." Joel looks at you as he leaves.

"Sorry about Joel.. he's a little hard headed.. he's been through a lot.. Tommy is his younger brother. Joel is a good man.. just takes time to get under his hard exterior."

(Oh I'd like to see under.. wait no. Bad brain. He's a dick.)

"It's fine. I get it. That's what people say about me too, my sister was the easy going.. and I was the dark and broody."

"Sounds exactly like Joel and Tommy. Anyways I'll let you get settled.. in a few days we will get you on patrol, or whatever you feel comfortable doing. Even though in my opinion I think you need a break. I don't want you trying to do anything to put yourself in jeopardy."

"Sounds good thank you again."

•

Maria and your friend leaves, now it's just you. The house is insanely quiet. Something that you aren't used to, and If it was quiet you had to be fully aware of your surroundings. But not here. Here you can relax. You go to the kitchen and see that there was a can of coffee on the counter along with a coffee pot. Coffee is hard to come by.. and so is this pot. Maria left you a note saying it was a welcome present. "Fuck yeah." You mutter to yourself. You make your self a pot.. You then have a flashback when you traded a pair of your sister's shoes for coffee and how she was pissed at you at first until you made her a cup and she forgot how much she loved coffee. You zone out for a moment until you realize you were crying, then there was a knock on your door.

"Just a minute!" You wipe your tears walking to open the door, and when you open it there he stands.

"Hello." You cock your head in curiosity on why the hell he would be here.

"Hi um.. I think I owe you an apology... wait is that coffee.?"

"It is... ummm do you want a cup.?"

(God girl what are we doin.)

"Sure."

"Come in."

Joel follows you, your back to him but you could feel his eyes. Something told you the way he was looking at you was exactly how you looked at him the night before. Joel sits down at the small table, his big broad structure almost too big to be sitting there. You pour him a cup and sit down across from him. Now you can really look at him. The grey patches in his beard, the scars, how his glasses slightly tilt forward on his nose.. and his hands.. god his hands. You sit in silence for a moment.

"You came to apologize.?" You look at him right into his eyes.

"Yeah."

"Okay go on."

"I just said I apologize kid, what do you want a whole speech."

"First off. I'm not a kid let's get that straight. Secondly. Yes or at least an explanation of what you are apologizing for." You lean back making your shirt rise slightly showing your tattoos. You happen to see Joel look.

"Eyes up here old man." You smirk.

"I uh- ok. I apologize for bein an ass. I'm just trying to get things movin and more people are comin in and I took that out on you."

"Mhmmm"

"Mhmmm is all I get.?"

"I'm sharing my coffee, and I didn't kick your ass when you checked me out just now."

"I wasn't.. you are like my kids age. I uh-"

You raise your shirt exposing your fully tattooed stomach, along with scars of your past. Joel licks his lips and lets out a soft grunt. Wiggling in his seat.

" point proven old man, and I ain't your kids age. I am 10 years older than her. You can relax about that now."

"Still a kid to me."

You chuckle.

"You are sweetheart. So that makes ya what.. 30? .. I'm 56. And I wasn't checking you out. You would know if I was."

Him saying that just made this a challenge. Sure you have been with other men.. and woman.. things get lonely.. sometimes you used your body to get things you needed. Not proud of it but you used what you had to your advantage to survive. This was something entirely different. This was a want solely because of attraction. physically. The need of it.

"I already know. I can't tell by how you shifted in your seat, how even yesterday how your eyes lingered on me a little longer than they should."

Joel sets down his empty coffee cup. Standing up

"I should get goin, go check on Ellie, see what else Maria has for me today.."

Joel walks toward your front door

"She's probably with Dina... and thought you were tired of helping."

You stand in front of the door so he can't open it yet. He stands in front of you face to face inches away from each other. Joel reaches around you to grab the door handle. Instead he falls forward pushing you against the door, your bodies touching. His lips above your ear as he pushes your hair back off your shoulder leaning in.

"Thanks for the coffee" he whispers.

You could smell the coffee and cigarettes on his breath. Not thinking your body taking over you run your hands gracefully through his hair. Joel letting out what sounded like a very quiet moan.

"You are welcome.. and I accept your apology."

You lean up opening the door. Giving him a smile.

"Let me know if you need anything okay?"

"I will Joel."

Joel leaves, you watch him walk down the road and he really does just live like maybe 4 houses away. You decided to take a walk it was mid afternoon now, and summer here in Jackson. People are out enjoying the sun. The peacefulness. You just walk..and walk.. observing everything, everyone. Being one with what's around you. In a way you needed this. Time to clear your emotions. Gain some clarity of where you are. Losing track of time or where you were even going. Not paying attention you slam right into Joel... again...

"Oh my god." You look up at him . His brown eyes looking down at you.

"Is this gonna be a habit? Am I gonna have to like wear bright fucking orange or somethin?" Joel smirks.

"Sorry I - " your eyes fill with tears "I'm sorry I wasn't here kinda lost in my own head." You wipe your eyes quickly hoping he didn't notice. (He definitely did.)

"Are you okay.?" Joel touches your arm gently, sending shivers through your whole body. At this point everyone around is watching you.

"God people are gonna think I'm a fucking nut case, I'm - I'm fine Joel. I am sorry this time for running into you. Looks like we are gonna make a habit of apologies." You laugh. "I um I'm going back home."

"You wanna get a drink, maybe you could use one? There's music tonight."

(Joel. And alcohol. Bad idea. )

"Yes I do."

•

•

Not is it every day do you see Joel miller walk into a bar with a woman.. but today wasn't every other day. The community of course whispers. Tales about him and his past.. and now same for you. Things you have done.. how you are unstable, ticking time bomb. You could say maybe you were two peas in a pod and you didn't even realize it.

"Oh my god is that tequila.?" Your eyes light up. "I fucking love tequila."

Joel calls over the bartender. "Whiskey neat.. and two shots of tequila for the lady."

"Oh lady?" You look at Joel, smirk on your face.

" I didn't call you kid" he smiles back at you.

"You didn't ... but giving me tequila well that makes me un lady like. Well hell I don't think I've ever really been a lady. That was my sister's fortè." You sigh realizing you brought your sister up. Figuring now there were going to be questions. Joel now looking at you, observing your body language. Here ya go the bartender says as she sets down the drinks. Without hesitation you take one right after the other knowing damn well that was a bad idea. 2 shots lead to 4 shots.. led to 6 shots.. led to you losing count.

•

The bar was filling up with people on this beautiful summer night. Each time someone new came in their eyes drifted to the pair in the corner throwing back shots , talking like there is no tomorrow with one another. Laughing, subtle touches. An unexpected pair.

That's when Tommy walked in.

"Hey big brother." Joel looks at him not knowing exactly what to say. At this point you have left Joel to go dance, the band was playing and you felt free, felt safe.

"Hey Tommy."

"I seen you two have gotten acquainted.?"

"Yeah somethin like that, um-" Joel struggled with his words because honestly he didn't even know how to comprehend any of this. It's been a long time since he has been on a date if that's what this was.

"It's good big brother.. you deserve some fun, you know her story right.?"

At that point of the night your complete story wasn't told, just bits and pieces.

"No" Joel looks at Tommy concerned

Tommy explains to him about how you were traveling to Jackson. The distance you traveled just you and her.. how you lost your sister. How she died in your arms.. like how Sarah died in his.. (you don't know that.) He then explained how that the next morning when Joel had patrol when they found those raiders. but some of them got away.. the one who killed your sister was one of them. He then explained the lore about you.. your ruthlessness.. how you take no prisoners.. how you are pretty much Joel..

"Hiiiii Tommy!! Where is Maria. She's so nice" (you are sluring your words)

Okay.. um I think I should go home...."

You start walking out..

"Wait let me walk you." Joel grabs your hand pulling you back.

"Goodnight big brother.. take care of the girl.." Tommy gives Joel a wink.

"Always"

•

You stumble out of the bar. I mean you don't get to drink tequila everyday, and it's been a minute since you have.

"Hey easy girl.. hold on to me"

Joel hooks your arm through his to stable you to walk.

"Soooo you save all the pretty damaged ladies.. or what." You giggle.

"No.. this is actually the first time in a very very very long time I have been out with a woman." Joel's voice gets soft as he realizes he is being vulnerable.

"Good because I don't need Savin. I'm done for." Joel stops for a second. Looks at you eyes locking.

"Tommy was right." You look at him totally confused.

"Uh okay sir take me home."

You finally reach your house. Joel opens the door getting you inside. Pours you a glass of water leading you to your bedroom. Very very much intoxicated you start taking off your clothes.

"Hey sweetheart " Joel turns the other direction. You have shed your top and jeans leaving you in a bralette and a thong.

"Oh god quit. You can look. Modesty is not my thing honey. And anyways you already looked at me earlier." Joel turns to look at you. He then really realizes how long it has been. Taking in your curves, how your breast accentuate the bralette you have on. The scars and ink on your skin and how he wants to explore every inch, hear every story. You plop down on your bed. Joel standing in your doorway. You pat the bed on the space next to you.

"Sweetheart... I don't.. maybe that's not a good idea." Joel shakes his head. Fighting between what he wants to do and what he thinks is the right thing to do.

"Oh come on old man.. what's Little ol me gonna do huh?"

Joel sighs because this is a fight he will not win. An urge too hard to fight.

"Fuck it." Joel comes over sitting on the other side of you.

"See how hard was that.." you smile ear to ear, because for the first time in a long time you are actually enjoying yourself.

"Mhm I'm pretty fucking hard.."

"Wait what?" Joel clears his throat.

"Nothing I just said it was hard."

You are lying on your side, inches between you and Joel who is sitting his back against the wall legs down the bed. His hand in the space between you. He catches you staring at his hand.

"What? Why you starin at my hand.? Are you sure you ain't a nut job.?" You push his shoulder, his hand reaching up grabbing your wrist his fingers trailing down your hand interlinking his fingers with yours.

"Are you holding my hand Joel miller?"

"Yeah.. yeah.. is that okay.?" Joel asks nervously.

"It's more than okay.." you roll over closing the space between you. Your head on his shoulder, leg crossed over his. "Is this okay.?" You ask looking up at him.

"More than okay"

"Okay..what about this.." un buttoning his buttons on his flannel sliding it off his shoulders to the floor, your hands running under the hem of his tee shirt then lifting it off.

Joel lets out a grunt. As your hands touch his bare skin. "More than okay."

You slip your leg over him, legs now on either side of him. Sitting up looking at him as his hands fondle all over your body.

"Is this okay.?" You ask as your hands touch his face leaning forward lips inches away. Joel shivers under your touch as your hands leave his face trailing down his body. For a 56 year old his body is still in impeccable shape, scars cover him.

"More than okay." He whispers as you are nose to nose now. Each other's hands exploring each other's bodies like you haven't been touched in years. (Really you haven't.. not like this)

"Kiss me then." Joel pulls back slightly just looking at you nervously.

"Sweetheart.. I- it's been-"

"Just do it Joel."

His calloused hands cup each side of your face, taking his time moving his lips towards yours, eyes never leaving yours. You inch in closing the distance.

"If it's too much it's fi-" your sentence was cut off by Joel's lips on yours. It was gentle and Warm. He pulls back for a moment before going right back in, this time the kiss was more intense, his lips moving at a slow rhythm you mirroring it. You got a bit bold sliding your tongue into his mouth and Joel happily obliged. The kisses were careful until they weren't. It was like breathing again after being underwater. It was fire and gasoline. It was like you couldn't get enough. The more you took the more you wanted. Joel's hands still on your face pulling you in even more each time he would kiss you , each time he would caress his tongue with yours. It's like he was holding on so he didn't lose you. You suck on his bottom lip making him moan into you. Running your hands through his hair, you couldn't help but notice you were grinding your hips into his. Both bottom halves of you still clothed. You in your panties and Joel in his jeans. Joel's hands leave your face trailing down your body. Eyes looking at every part of you. Taking it all in.

You lean to his ear lips grazing it.

"Is this okay.?" As you purposefully this time grind against him feeling his bulge below you.

"Um-ugh fuck sweetheart. You keep doing that I'll make a mess.. it's been years since I've been with anyone."

You stop, now looking him in the eyes.

"Then we can stop.. I don't wanna be something you regret. If it's been that long. I don't know if you have morals or whatever."

Joel chuckels

"Baby girl my morals have been gone for a long long time." He flips you over on to your back. Kissing down your jaw, making you let out a moan you have been holding back this whole time. Kissing back up your jaw slightly nibbling on your ear

"Is this okay?" He whispers.

You grab his hand leading him between your thighs to your heat hot with arousal. He gently moves them to the side, grazing his ring finger down and up.

"By how wet I am, I think it's more than okay."

Joel does this a few times still slightly hesitant with how long it's been.

"Jesus Joel.." you moan. He's barely touching you but it feels like he has taken over your whole body. Then it's like it clicks.. like riding a bike.. his manly instinct kicks in realizing he has this beautiful woman in the palm of his hands. He circles your clit with his thumb, watching you arch bucking your hips up trying to get more pressure. He slides his index finger inside while he has his thumb working on your clit. You were right about his hands, one finger is already stretching you. You pull his face to yours because you NEEDED to kiss him. You needed to consume everything of him you could. Those sweet kisses from earlier are gone and have been replaced with ones with hunger and need. Ones with heavy moans into one another as he adds another finger into you.

Joel now grunting obviously aroused by the sounds you are making as your pussy tightens around his fingers.

"Joel" you manage to choke out. Your lips still against his

"Yes" his breath heavy against you.

You unbuttoned his jeans, able to see the print of his seemingly hard cock. Joel looks down..

"Well that's been awhile since it's been like that."

You graze your nails down his chest causing him to curse under his breath. Hands leading to the top of his underwear. Joel not stopping you. You pull them down slightly, his cock falling out, hard, heavy, and huge. Your eyes glisten at the sight of pre cum on the tip. Your mouth waters at the sight not knowing where you wanted it more. Your mouth. Deep inside your pussy. Or hell even your ass. You gently wrap your hand around it making Joel's body jump. You stroke him, pulling his face to yours. You move your hand up and down, feeling him become harder each stoke. Joel couldn't contain the noises and moans leaving his body.

"Is this okay?" You stroking him, lips kissing down his jaw, down to his neck.

Joel unable to form any type of sentence besides a moan, his hands find your breast kneading them, feeling your nipples harden under his rough finger tips.

"More than okay." He finally managed to reply. Joels hands slip under the band of your bralette pulling it off of you. Throwing it to the floor. Hand's slowly making their way back toward the ache between your thighs. He pulls your panties off in a swift motion leaving you completely naked under him.

"Wanna know somethin?" You look up at Joel who's removing his pants along with his underwear.

"Yeah I do"

He looks at you in a way you only dreamed of a man looking at you.

"I think fate brought us here. I think you and I are more similar than we realize.."

He makes his way back on to the bed, spreading your legs putting himself between them.

"Is that so."

"Yes"

Joel lines himself up to your entrance, barely the tip but you can already feel the stretch. Joel hesitates for a second. Acting kinda unsure of himself until he see you wiggle under him, your body doing the begging for you.

With a gentle thrust he invades you, leaving your body shaking. In and out slowly. Both of you feeling everything of one another.

Joel looking down at you as he fills you completely full. You taking every single inch, his tip hitting that sweet spot. It was just right but still you both needed more and you didn't even know till each line was crossed. Joel's rhythm still slow and steady. Your hand trails to the top of your mound finding your clit who is begging to be touched. You begin circling it, amplifying everything by a mile. Joel notices and this does something to him, something he hasn't felt in what felt like forever. His pace picks up. Thrust after thrust after thrust. The pressure of him building. You wrap your legs around him pulling him even deeper. Your lips kissing his. Hands in his curls pulling on them everytime that spot was touched. It was like your bodies knew one another.

"Where did you come from.?" Joel speaks against your lips.

"The devil maybe." Joel thrust harder. Making you moan into him, his thumb tracing your lips you suck it gently.

"I don't think the devil is as sweet as this is."

Joel thrusts even more, your body feeling like it could either explode or spilt in half. Your stomach burns and you feel your climax building.

"Joel I- oh my god- right there."

"You what sweetheart.. look at me."

"I'm gonna - fuck."

Joel hits that spot a few more times. Your pussy clinging on every thrust. Clinching down on Joel's cock.

You unravel below him, bodies shaking. Joel pulls out and as he does cum seeps down his cock. He was so invested in your orgasm he didn't realize his was right there was well. You stare at him. At the his cum covered cock.

"Can I?" You question.

"Can you-" Joel was cut off by you licking cum off of his cock.

"Jesus fuck-" he curses grabbing your hair.

You smile back at him. Still slightly tipsy but high on what just transpired between the two of you.

"Soooooo." You trail off not knowing what to say after all that.

You lay your head on his chest, laying on one of his arms, the other arm free as Joel's hand trace the ink on your body, some tattoos covering scars, other scars on their own.

"Any of these have meaning.?"

"The scars or the tattoos." You look at him.

"Both."

"Point to one and I'll explain.."

There is a deep long scar on your rib cage covered by dark black fowers.

"This one."

That one was from the Columbus QZ. Mom was in a bad place.. people were bombing buildings. Raiders came in tried to steal the medicine she needed. That's one of my first ones.. probably one of the worst as well.. was deep as hell, I stitched myself."

Joel's eyes focused on you. Watching you speak.

"Ok this one.." points to the somewhat new scar on your chest above your heart.

"You're not gonna like this story. But I'll tell it.. I was involved with a man.. for awhile.. he said he was gonna cut my heart out.. some shit went down. He tried... didn't succeed tho."

Joel's jaw clenches at the thought of a man trying to hurt you. Tracing leaves that wrap around your ribs

"Honestly most of the tattoos were because I was bored. It was something I could go to feel pain but also relief. Therapy I guess."

"Ellie has a tattoo.. it's a moth.. " Joel cracks a smile.

"I seen.. I have a moth too actually. It's on the back of my arm." You show him.

It's beyond late now.. time has flown by.

"So um - I should probably go... it's late.. I don't know if Ellie is home. Should be up early to check on the projects.." Joel runs his hands through your hair.

"Yeahs.. yeah.. that's fine.. umm okay.."

You stutter. Not knowing what this was going to be.. was it going to be a one time thing.. was it gonna be something.. you didn't know.. a part of you wanted to know but another part knew better to get attached to people.

"Hey.. sit up and look at me for sec." Joel's tone sounding serious.

You sit up turning to face him. Both of you still naked, barring everything. Your bodies your souls.

"Yeah?" You look at him.

" I don't do these things.. well I haven't done these things in a long time..."

Your body shifts not knowing where he was going with this.

"I'm just sayin I have a kid well an Ellie.. and I have responsibilities.."

"Joel I'm not here to complicate any of that.. my life has been complicated .. and hard.. I want the opposite. I'm ready to stay in one spot for a while. Be boring for once in my life.. you don't have to explain.. this can just be what it was. Two people who just had a need to fill.."

"You're missin what I was sayin.. I didn't mean that.. I just meant if I put myself here.. it's because I wanted to be.. I wanted to do this with you.. to talk to you.. same thing with the other things in my life.. I'm too damn old to not be that way."

You look at him , slight smile forming.

"Okay." You say.

"Okay?"

"Okay I mean you know where to find me.. if you wanna see me.. if you want to talk.. if you want to pin me to this mattress again. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I have no place else.. no one else." Your eyes water realizing you never really did mention your sister.

"Tommy told me." Joel looks at you, his thumb running across your cheek. "He told me she died in your arms.. that you brought her all this way and she died right outside the gates.. I guess I didn't put two and two together because I heard about that and then the next mornin I did patrol.. "

you look at him, worry in your eyes.. but also curiosity.

"You did patrol the next morning? Did you see them.. do you know where they went.? I killed 3 of them.. but not him.. not the one who stabbed her."

Your body is now shaking.

"Hey, look at me." Joel holds your shoulders

"The ran back the other direction towards the river.. I don't know more than that.

You look at Joel. Your eyes dark.

"I'm about to ask you something serious and I want you to be honest. I've heard the words people say about you.. what you have done.." Joel's body tenses.

"I need to know.. if they come back here.. or if I ever see him.. you will let me kill him. Or you will help me kill him. Maria hasn't put me on patrol for that reason.. she's worried vengeance will take over me and I'll Go off on my own looking. Joel I have to.. if I have that chance I'm going to take it. I'm not saying I'm leaving here to go do that.. I'm saying if my path ever crosses, if that's my fate you will help me carry that out."

Joel looks at you. His eyes watering as he relates to your pain.

"You have my word."

•

Joel gets dressed to leave you, it's early morning by this point.

"Um I'll see you later yeah?" Joel asks.

"I'm sure you'll see me sometime today.. go sleep for a bit old man."

He leaves you with a kiss, as he tuck you in to your bed. You lay there for a moment taking everything In that just happened. How he makes you feel. Lost in those thoughts you eventually drift off to sleep.

•

•

You wake up finally, it's about lunch time. You are definitely hung over. "Fuck I need food." You throw on a tank top, skinny jeans and some boots and head out the door. You can't help but catch yourself looking down the street wondering exactly which one is his house and if he was home... (focus bitch. Ow my head hurts.)

You walk into town, patrol is about to head out. No one you really knew was on it.. even though you were curious what route they were on today and if there was anything connecting to the raiders. You promised yourself you wouldn't do that but here you were.. you needed a distraction.. you needed Joel. You pass the shops, the stables, finally you see him. He's standing outside those glasses on his face, his hands on his hips directing people. Do you walk by.. do you just go get food.. "fuck it."

You walk towards the job site, a house that's being fixed up, others outside as well chatting amongst one another listening to Joel give orders. You are getting closer hoping to not seem like a stalker or hell run right into him again since that's become a habit. You didn't have to try too hard because he's staring right at you.

You are feet away from him now.

"Hey sweetheart. How are ya feelin?"

Smile across Joel's face.

"Hey you. I have headache I was heading to get food. And somehow my path lead me to you." You smirk at him.

"Mhm give me 10 minutes I'll go with you."

"Okay." You couldn't help the wide ass smile that's across your face.

10 minutes go by.

"You ready?"

"Yes I am starving.. my head is killing me, I haven't drank like that in forever." Joel chuckles

"Yeah sweetheart quite a bit of tequila."

You both walk side my side, close but still distance between. It was like a line you weren't sure to cross but you both wanted to. Your hands fall at your side, Joel's hand brushed against yours and just like that your body is on fire. You keep walking and it happens again.. this time he grabs your hand pulling you behind a building. His lips crash on to yours pushing you up against the wall.

"I cant stop thinkin about ya. And then you showed up. Good god. I know it's dangerous getting attached to people but it's you I need." Joel brushes his thumb down your cheek.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since you left, it's like a part of me feels complete with you. The emptiness that I have had is gone."

He kisses you again, grabbing your hand .

"Let's get you food."

You make it to lunch. Everyone is there. Ellie, dina, Maria , and Tommy. You walk in first and Joel walks in right behind you.

You felt the eyes, heard the whispers. But neither one of you cared. You follow Joel's lead as he goes to the table with his family.

"Ellie I told you.!" Dina laughs

"Told her what?" Maria asks.

"Dina swore she caught her checking Joel out the other night." Ellie replies

"Ellie did Joel come home last night.? Or was it super late?" Tommy asks.

"Um I think it was like 6 am when I heard him but I just thought he was getting up."

"Wait Tommy you said you seen Joel at the bar last night.?" Maria asks

"Yeah he was with her."

They all look at one another.

You and Joel make it over to them.

"I um brought company, hope yall don't mind." Joel says.

Dina and Ellie look at you . And you look at them trying so hard not to laugh. Because at least Dina seen this coming.

"No not at all.. I just thought yall didn't like each other." Maria looks at both of you.

"Well we figured out we are more alike than we realized.."

"Is that so? Maria smiles.

"Yep." You and Joel reply at the same time

"Okay I'm starving .. and hungover." You sit down, and Joel sits next to you. Everyone just staring. Joel finally looks at them.

"So Joel why did you get home at 6 am." Ellie asks

You choke on your water.

"Oh I was just up.. wanted to get an early start."

"Bustedddd" Tommy laughs

You chuckle.

"Fineeeee okkkk so we were together last night.. had a bad day went for drinks,. Joel made sure I was alright. No big deal." You smile.

"Till 6 am?" Dina chuckles.

"Yes." Joel replied "fine this is why .. never mind."

You look at Joel who's frustrated in a funny way, you smile stealing a fry off his plate as you do he grabs your wrist like clockwork. His hands liger on you more than they should and just like that cats even more out of the bag.

"Well okay.. you two on patrol tomorrow.. I think I can trust her with you right Joel.?"

Maria says.

"Yep."

Everyone is finishing up heading back to either patrol or whatever else needed done.

Dina winks at you. "Good job Joel she's hot."

Ellie gives you a smile. "I'd like to join you on patrol tomorrow if that's cool.

"I'd love that actually Ellie." You wave as her and Dina leave.

"Hello again.." tommy smiles at both of you.

"Big brother... bring her over for dinner?"

"Sure thing."

Tommy leaves. Now it's just the two of you.

"Family dinner. Family patrol. Welcome to Jackson I guess.. so much for discreet." Joel laughs pulling you in for a kiss in front of everyone.

"Welcome home."

Tags : @ohhoneypascal @megangovier @pedroscurls @iknowisoundcrazy @mandaloriankait

[kaxela]

going to a concert with tetsuro kuroo ♡

" you said you liked my hair, so go ahead and touch it . " ugh, i watched beabadobee live. it was so awesome.

xtra tags : rotting fluff n’ kurooxfem!reader

You could hardly believe it—tonight was finally here. After weeks of counting down the days, you were on your way to see your favorite singer in concert. But the best part? You weren’t going alone. You had two tickets, one for you, and one for Kuroo.

The moment you both stepped into the line, the world seemed to shrink around the two of you. Time, normally dragging its feet, felt like it had wings. In reality, you'd arrived two hours early. But with him? It felt like minutes.

He leaned into you, nudging your side with his elbow. “Bet you’re gonna cry when Bea sings that one song,” he teased, a crooked grin on his face. You rolled your eyes with a playful smile. “Only if you start crying first.”

The two of you passed the time sharing inside jokes, the kind that had been years in the making. You fed each other snacks from the little tote bag you’d packed—fruit slices, cookies, a sandwich you’d split in half. Every now and then, Kuroo would lift your phone to snap a picture, pulling a face, or wrapping an arm around you so tight your cheeks smushed together.

When the gates finally opened, you both rushed toward the crowd floor, hand in hand, weaving through clusters of fans trying to get the best spot. It wasn’t perfect—you were a bit far off from the stage, and your view was partly blocked—but Kuroo, as always, found a way to make it better.

“C’mon,” he said, placing his hands gently on your waist and guiding you in front of him. “You’ll see better from here.”

You tilted your head back to look at him. “You sure?”

He smirked. “Always. Besides, I’ve got the best view right here.” He tapped your shoulder lightly.

He stood behind you like a shield, his arms occasionally resting on your shoulders. At times, he’d lean forward, resting his chin softly on top of your head, swaying slightly with the motion of the crowd. You handed him your digital camera, and he began clicking away—some photos were blurry, others completely off-center—but the ones where you were laughing, mid-movement, captured something real.

Finally, the lights dimmed, and the crowd exploded in cheers. The singer took the stage, bathed in soft blue lights, and began to sing the opening chords. You tried to catch a glimpse, but it was nearly impossible.

Then suddenly, you felt Kuroo’s hands on your waist again. “Up you go,” he said, effortlessly lifting you for a few seconds above the sea of people. Your breath caught. “Oh my god, I can see her!”

He laughed beneath you. “Told you I got you.”

As the concert went on, you found yourself swaying with him to every beat. He’d tap your shoulder to the rhythm of each song, occasionally nudging you with his hip, inviting you to dance. You laughed and leaned into him, letting the music move the both of you. Every moment felt electric—partly because of the songs, but mostly because he was there.

And though the crowd sang and shouted around you, the night felt intimate. It was just you, Kuroo, and the music weaving you closer together.

Then, your die-hard absolute favorite song from the set list finally played. The intense strum and vocals of the song made you lose your breath.

" You said you liked my hair So go ahead and touch it You said you liked the jumper I wore So I always wore it It's really nice to talk to you It's really nice to hold your hand It's really nice to talk to you It's really nice to hold your hand " જ⁀➴ ♡

“Gosh,” you said softly, eyes still fixed on the stage, “this song always makes me feel like I’m seventeen and in love for the first time.”

Kuroo chuckled, then spoke close to your ear. “Guess that makes me your high school crush, huh?”

You turned just enough to glance up at him, your cheek brushing against his. “Kuroo, you are my high school crush.”

The surprise in his smile was real. You could feel it shift in his posture—the way his arms wrapped a little tighter around you, how he leaned down just a little more.

“Well,” he whispered, barely louder than the song, “I’m pretty sure seventeen-you had great taste.”

The chorus swelled, and as the soft guitars hummed around you, he pressed a gentle kiss into your temple. Not hurried. Not performative. Just real.

And standing there, surrounded by strangers, under those glowing lights and the sound of Bea’s voice threading through the night air, you knew this wasn’t just a concert.

It was a moment. One of those moments. The kind you’d remember in flashes—his laugh during the second verse, the way he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear without thinking, the almost-nervous way he looked at you afterward, like you might just be everything he never knew he needed.

[vyladerz]

Season 8 didn't start off with a whole ton of hope. In fact it furthered the continuation of the poor characterization from season 7 with the addition of convoluted lore writing. However, after watching the last episode of this season, this show has restored my faith in it. It's like everything clicked together seamlessly, in a way I haven't seen from this show in a long time.

Now, I had a paragraph of complaints when I first wrote this but I'm choosing to let them go.

"So?"

Who knew the most devastating line in this show would be said with only one syllable. My heart sank down to the pit of my stomach when I first heard Sam say it. Oh man, Jared does such an incredible job at his wounding portrayal of Sam in this scene. This is by far his best performance ever (I'm getting choked up here just visualizing the scene in my mind). Sam's soul was purely human here and what a fragile soul at that. His guilt has manifested into a physical sickness and it's so haunting to see. Dean's reaction and apology elevates this moment to a song of sweet harmony. A duet between two sorry brothers who must put aside grudges and feelings of inadequacy to come together as whole. Finally they are able to see eye to eye after so many brutal instances of them being world's apart. A scene like this understands what Supernatural is to its core.

I wish I had more words to describe everything but I'd need more time. Still, god what a memorable scene. It's become my absolute favorite and I'm both intrigued and terrified to see if another scene later on can top it.

Okayyyy so what else did I enjoy?

-The ending was gorgeous with all the angels falling. (I constantly think about when I'm making fake edits in my mind.)

-I love Charlie episodes. I knew I would fall in love her immediately from the start. I'm glad she got some backstory to add some dimension to her character. She's a character I can definitely see getting far in the show.

-I LOVE BENNY! I miss Benny. Absolutely devastated, will not recover from losing him. Sadly, his character was always destined to be a tragedy. Even so, I will forever long for a happy ending for him. The wound is still fresh though so moving on.

-The whole "I need you" scene between Dean and Cas was everything to me and I will savor that scene forever. I will be craving another scene like this going forward. The desperation and intensity drawn from that moment is what I need more of from this show.

-The Parallels between Castiel and Sam this season was UGH so great. They're so willing to sacrifice every bone in their body not for the world (they can tell themselves that) but to save Dean from disappointment. Beautiful symmetry here.

-Sam and Crowley's dynamic is so fascinating. Crowley being slowly restored of his humanity is something I wouldn't have imagined possible in this show. Having Sam, the man who knows the path of forgiveness more than anyone else be the one to do it is perfect. Such an unlikely duo I'm excited to see explored.

-SARAH?? I didn't expect to see Sarah again whatsoever cause 1.) I thought the show would've just moved on and forgotten Sam's promise to return. 2.) I've unfortunately ran into a lot of spoilers but I never saw anyone talk about this so I really didn't expect it at all. I wish their moment lasted longer with more of a kick to Sam's character. I did cry, a lot, so if they wanted an emotional torment they got it. I'm still glad this scene exists though even after my pain and agony.

I really love this show, I hope that comes across here. I started watching Supernatural this year after years of peeking at it through window blinds. Every song reminds me of these silly fictional characters and everywhere I go I see a Supernatural reference. This series means the world to me and the mold in my brain. I know I'm new here spouting things that have been said before, for what, over 15 years? I'm just catching up to the surface of everything. For this review I wanted to leave my complaints for another time so I could romanticize all the good things that have happened and are to come. So if my next ranking is more criticism than praise, then so be it. I wouldn't do it if it wasn't at least fun!

[tomaturtles]

IT'S KAWOSHIN DAY!!! As well as the last day of Kawoshin Week :') It's been such a blast, gonna miss it when it's over

Kawoshin Week Day 7: Cuddling/domestic fluff! + Sleepover and Spinoffs (again)! Based on the Campus Apocalypse sleepover chapter ☺️

[leenfiend]

who gives a fuck all of this will end

[crispyjenkins]

(AC wip) The Savage Price of Piety

it's desmond's deathday and i wrote like. 9,000 more words to this wip (first two parts here) last week and i want to brag about it, so happy deathday you wet bastard (mostly gen but with a surprise rarepair, time travel/reincarnation, found family, william miles’ a+ parenting, accidental subterfuge, desmond goes by miles mostly, inspired by study of flight by @esamastation but with a twist!, only somewhat historically accurate swears by which i mean probably not at all but leonardo had some Opinions alright) have some (three) chronological but scattered bits of scenes

  “Oh,” Claudia says as soon as she opens the door, seeing Ezio’s rather wretched expression, “you’ve figured it out, then.”

  “You could have told me,” he growls, following her into the entryway and closing the door behind himself. 

  Claudia scoffs, spinning on heel to lead the way further into the building for the kitchens. “I had one conversation with the boy, brother, I was hardly sure of it myself. Wait,” she halts and points a finger at him accusingly, “how did you figure it out?”

  Ezio, quite graciously he thinks, ignores the subtle insult to his intelligence. Sighing, he pushes back his hood before their mother sees him with it on indoors, and runs a hand over his beard. “I had Leonardo visit.”

  Claudia’s face slackens, before twisting into a rage that has Ezio stepping away warily.

  But she punches the wall instead of her brother, a shouted “Gods damn it!” echoing in the narrow space. Then she spins on her heel and hollers further into the residential part of the bordello, “Mother! We forgot about Leonardo!”

  Horrified by his sister and concerned for his mother’s current mental state, Ezio reaches out to put a hand on Claudia’s arm, but he doesn’t get the chance before Maria de' Auditore is shouting right back, “God damn it!”

  Grumbling, Claudia stomps down the hall and leaves a very confused Ezio hurrying to follow; she ignores all his pleas for explanation until she’s stomped into the kitchen, where their mother is pouring two very large glasses of wine, with very little water to cut down the potency. She passes one to Claudia silently, and then they both drink, though luckily they aren’t attempting to down it all at once.

  “I can’t believe we forgot the Maestro,” their mother mutters to herself as she comes over to kiss Ezio on both cheeks, before shoving the still mostly-full glass into his hands.

  “Forgot him for what?” Ezio wants to know, clutching the glass like a mother clutches a babe.

  “To test if Miles really is an Auditore.” It’s said so flippantly, like it doesn’t affect Claudia at all, but she also collapses into one of two chairs at the little tea table under the largest window. Their mother takes the other, massaging her forehead and looking like she’s grieving their family all over again.

  It occurs to Ezio, as he moves to stand next to the table, that she probably is.

--

“It’s all up to you now, Seventeen.”

  Desmond opens his eyes to the dark of the dormitory, faint moonlight cutting over the floor between his bed and Nino’s, and he can’t bring himself to move — even to roll off his arm that is very much still asleep. 

  Clay still haunts him.

  Five hundred fucking years, and his current twenty-four besides, and that fucker still won’t leave him alone. If Desmond were not so familiar with what an actual Bleed feels like, he’d almost think Clay is stuck in his brain the same way as his ancestors. Thank fuck he stopped Bleeding Ezio’s memories and feelings, while still retaining much of the training.

  Fuck, time travel is so weird.

  Or, reincarnation? He’s not sure of much, but he’s sure he was dead, he’s sure he burned, and he’s sure that though his 15th century mother had affectionately called him [redacted], his name is Desmond Miles.

  Or just Miles, he supposes. Sue him, he panicked when Adele first approached him, and the best aliases are ones you know you’ll respond to, right? If only he’d have had the forethought to divorce himself from his... future family’s surname.

  It sounds different enough with an Italian accent that it hasn’t caused any problems, yet. Like making him flinch. Or snapping that he hasn’t been a Miles since he was sixteen.

  Granted, he still has no idea what he would go by instead. Altaïr and Conner would feel weird, while Sef or Darim are just a bit on the nose, and does he look like an Edward? Malik, maybe. His grandmother here, now, is actually from the Levant, so his skin is certainly dark enough that people wouldn’t be surprised by the name.

Except that feels almost akin to naming himself Leonardo.

--

  So instead, Leonardo spends every spare moment with his best friend, sometimes to brainstorm, sometimes to simply be there for him. It’s during one of these visits, he and Ezio once again observing the youngest assassins in the training ring, that he hears Miles laugh for the first time, and it’s as if ice water has been poured directly into his veins.

  Oh fuck. Oh Saints, oh Holy Father, oh fuck.

  “Leonardo?” Ezio asks quietly, head tilted towards him in concern, but Leonardo ignores him to stumble for the bannister to lean over it and stare down at Miles learning a little jig from Tullio, laughing all the while.

  He had only heard it once, truth be told, and it had been Salaí that had caused it, but even three years later, Leonardo remembers the laugh of Rodrigo Borgia’s sinister little shadow.

  Below, Miles doesn’t stop smiling, but his golden brown gaze yanks up towards Leonardo as if knowing his thoughts are about him. His eyes narrow, then widen slightly in realisation, and then he winces and looks away, which is all the confirmation Leonardo needs.

  Turning around, Leonardo grabs a confused Ezio by the arm and drags him from the training room, ignoring his protests until they find the nearest empty room.

  “Leonardo, what—?”

  “Romulus.”

-

[mbat]

oh my singing monsters, why must you have limited time holiday events when im not far along enough in the game to get the little guys that come with them </3

[youremyonlyhope]

The fact that Charlene Kaye has started an all-girl Radiohead cover band called Labiahead and Lena Hall is the lead singer is a string of words that I think would have actually made my 19-year-old brain explode.

And the fact that I very likely am not available to go to their debut concert is an actual travesty. Like, I am so mad.

[oveliagirlhaditright]

"Miss You" by Sweetbox. Somewhat inspired by how one of the Buffy writers said that she thought one of the reasons Buffy and Angel really resonated with people in season three, was how even though they truly loved each other, that still wasn't enough to make it work for them. And sometimes that is the case with real life relationships too, of course.

[mimikyuno]

sasayaku you ni koi wo utau | whisper me a love song

[stuff-diary]

I'M SCREAMING THEY DID THIS FOR ME

[gilfrespecter]

Listening to coinstar by the growlers and thinking about mel so hard I get nauseous

Ridiculous stream of conscious in the tags apologies but not really

[dailybakudekusong]

Today's Daily BakuDeku Song Is: Growing Old On Bleeker Street - AJR

And its tough believing There's someone living out there Happier than me Happier than me We may be lost And gone forever The rain will wash our memory But when we cry We cry together Like it was meant to be

[kindlecorner]

god, seeing the gravity falls alive and well from the book is crazy... that show came out 10 years ago, and it's just wild to me how long fandom lasts...

I mean, I knew people were active, obviously, fandom never truly dies, but it just makes me so happy to see people engaging with fandoms long after the media has concluded or released. it's such a unique culture and connection to media and I just. all things said in done, I love the way people collectively love a thing and spend time engaging with each other based on the pretense of loving said thing.

[purble-gaymer]

my favorite relics of mine from 2014 are these two songs i wrote, one about a guy’s phone breaking while he’s alone at sea and the other about being good at minecraft, that were parodies of “troublemaker” by weezer and “handlebars” by flobots respectively