#married couple

[din-miller]

Late Night Baking

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Comfortember day thirteen: baking

Warning: injury, blood, hurt/comfort, it’s actually mostly just comfort, implications to sexy times, married couple, set in Jackson

A/N: ‘you can’t have comfort without hurt - Justice joy’

“It’s been a while since I’ve baked,” You announced, startling the two ‘bakers’ fumbling their way around the kitchen, “But if I recall correctly, the batter is supposed to go in the bowl, not on your body and clothing.”

Joel turned around, a small white handprint stark against his black shirt, right where his heart is located; his hair almost completely white – which, whoa is that ever a look – and a dusting of flour is generously canvassed across his body.

Ellie giggled, herself covered in flour and what looked like egg yolks in her hair, while Joel blushed and wiped his hands free of baking ingredients, “You weren’t supposed to be home until late. We weren’t expectin’ you.”

“Clearly,” You hummed, “What is all this?”

Joel grabbed a whisk off the floor, most likely a result of you scaring him, and waved it in the teen’s direction, “Apparently Ellie’s school is doing a baking contest.”

You sent Ellie a look, “And you’re just now telling us?” You glanced at the clock, “At ten o’clock at night?”

“Hey, I wasn’t planning on telling you at all but then Maria had to go run her mouth at dinner and boom, now we’re here.”

“And what is it that you're attempting to make?”

“Cupcakes?” Ellie offered with a small wince.

You took in all the ingredients laid out messily across the kitchen, lips pressed together tightly to suppress a sigh, “Please tell me you’re not using baking powder…”

“I told you!” Ellie exclaimed, glaring at Joel, “I told him to use baking soda. Tell her Joel, tell her I told you.”

You raised a brow at the man, awaiting his answer. He rolled his eyes, “She told me so.”

You gave a little ‘aha’ before stretching out your stiff joints, “Get this all cleaned up and we’ll start again. Right now I’m going to have a shower.”

“Need help?” Joel asked, back turned to you as he set the whisk in the sink, then, after a beat he turned around flushed to the nines and Ellie awkwardly cleared her throat as all colour drained Joel’s face, “i, no, it’s – you have a cut and I wanted to know if you needed help cleanin’ it. That’s all, I swear.”

Right, the barely visible scratch you got out on patrol today.

“It’s nothing.” You waved him off, because really, it’s barely even bled.

Ellie leaned forward like she’s trying to observe how deep the cut is without actually appearing like so. As nonchalantly as possible she said, “Just let him check you over.”

Knowing you weren’t going to win this, you sighed and pointed a finger at her, “Fine, but I want this kitchen spotless by the time I’m done.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening,”

“I spent the last seven hours killing infected, you can manage to clean the kitchen, you understand?”

Maybe it’s your tone or you look as rough as you feel because Ellie bit her bottom lip and said, “Yes sir.”

You nodded at her, a silent thanks before taking Joel’s hand in yours and leading him up the stairs to your ensuite bathroom. Once inside, the door closed, Joel gave a small hum and brought his lips to yours.

“Did I miss anything exciting today?” Joel stepped back enough to let his hands work at slowly undressing you, brown eyes taking in every inch of your body, looking for injuries. When the only one he could find is on your cheek he breathed out a deep breath of relief.

You leaned into his hands, eyes closing as you breath in his familiar scent, letting it comfort you the way it always does, “Nothing worth mentioning, honey.”

His hand cupped your cheek, “Then how’d you get this?”

You scrunched up your nose, cheeks flooding with embarrassment, “I accidentally let the kickback catch me.”

Joel doesn’t even try to hide the grin on his lips following your words. The bastard. He tilted your cheek to the side studying the cut. It’s not deep, barely bleed but a cut is a cut in Joel’s eyes and cuts are not to be taken lightly.

He grabbed a clean washcloth and started to wipe at the dried blood, his other hand cupping the back of your neck when you hissed and pulled away, “Darlin’ I need to clean it.”

You closed your eyes, letting him continue without pulling away. Once Joel decided it was clean enough he backed away and you shivered as his warm body was replaced by cold air biting at your naked skin.

As he rinsed away the blood soaking into the cloth, you leisurely took in his clothed figure, knowing what lies beneath the fabric. Not that you’re wanting or expecting anything to happen, you don’t have the energy, but you can’t deny how attractive your husband is standing in just his pjs that Ellie had picked out last Christmas. You laid your hand on his chest, thumb brushing over the fabric, “Ellie wake you up?”

He shrugged, then gently pressed a kiss to the corner of your cut, “Kid didn’t mean too. I fell asleep on the couch, she didn’t know I was there.”

Your hand slipped under Joel’s shirt and pulled it over his head, “What did I tell you about waiting up for me?”

“That it makes you happy?” Joel tried. When you levelled him with an unimpressed glare, he tried a different approach, “That it makes you horny?”

“Joel Miller it does no such thing!”

He looked down at you, a smirk on his lips and mirth dancing in his eyes, “If I remember correctly, the last time I waited up for you I got the ride of my life.”

“You must live a boring life.” You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his pjs, waiting for his nod before pulling them down over the globe of his ass, hands tracing every inch of the skin presented to you.

Joel’s head dropped down onto your shoulder, face hot with a blush. The one he always gets whenever you treat him like a man who should be worshipped, “Never a day boring with you honey.”

“I like to think that’s true,” You turned the showers handle to hot as Joel stripped himself of his remaining clothes, “Let’s shower before Ellie burns the house down.”

Joel snorted, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s passed out on the couch right now.”

You gesture for him to go in first, not out of politeness but more so to make sure the water is comfortable temperature wise, “If she is we can do the baking ourselves. I don’t really want to have another shower tonight.”

Joel pulled your naked body against his, “But you’d look fancy with a flour moustache my darlin’.”

[kindlythevoid]

One of the best parts of Fellowship of the Ring is finding out about Aragorn and Bilbo’s friendship. Like I’ve seen people talk about how they collaborated on the song together, but I have yet to see people talk about this:

“[Bilbo] turned to Strider. ‘Where have you been, my friend? Why weren’t you at the feast? The Lady Arwen was there.’”

Bilbo Baggins, The Fellowship of the Ring pg. 261

Like. Bilbo was definitely one of Aragorn/Arwen’s chief shippers and no one can change my mind about that.

[aro-culture-is]

Aro culture is wanting to complain about not getting to see much of a favourite celebrity in a TV series after a certain point until the new season next year, but not wanting people to think that means you have a crush on them. Alternatively, aro culture is wanting to gush about celebrities you like without people automatically assuming it's a crush.

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[malikson]

the fact the flag is not just the guardian of the gays but the guardian of the lgbtq+ community

[biti-illust]

[The Last of Us] [Bill/Frank]

The Last Wine For Us

It really surprised me that I became a fan of “The Last of Us” after watching the TV series (I haven’t played the game but I’ll consider it). I’m a M/M romance sucker so it’s only natural that I’ll love Bill and Frank’s story, but my love for Joel and Ellie really caught me off guard…😳

I probably will also draw Joel and Ellie’s fanart since I have read some fanfics of them, and I often draw what I read, so… No promise here, please enjoy my art of Bill and Frank for now, their love was so beautiful, it touched me deeply…🥹✨

[babydarkstar]

still unfathomably envious of my irl who’s getting married. it’s literally only bc shes a dyke

[koraryuu]

[quietwingsinthesky]

what's a nonconsensual body modification to keep you alive and also dependent on the person who messed with you between friends, right. well, not friends. acquaintances. fellow jailbirds. forced allies. two people who share a bed and contemplate how good it would feel to kill each other every other day.

[renxmaiden]

Ren referring Jeanne by her actual name > Maiden

[maroonafternoon]

I will be honest. I am having a hard time.

[falsenote]

Born to Win (1971) / The Last Married Couple in America (1980)

[getting-messi]

:(

[shekilledherself]

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[alloutshirt]

disclaimer : this is a personal life vent look away

shouldn’t be sharing this but i need to take it off my brain (wow reading it back it really sounds like i lost my mind but unfortunately it’s all true and not all of it fits in 30 tags lmaooo)

[longroadstonowhere]

so

i’m playing a knowledge cleric in my dnd campaign, and the religion we’re using is a really loose structure, half teacher half librarian kinda vibe (and yes i decided to play this character before the library school thing happened), but clerics are something a little extra than just a follower of a religion, right? like, you get your magic powers from your god, so i figure there’s something more happening there for whatever cleric you play

but me, i’m not one for pages and pages of backstory, i’ll figure things out while i’m playing but i mostly just give myself sketches and outlines to work off of, so i present my dm with ‘i had a dream that god told me to look for something, but i don’t remember what i’m supposed to be looking for, and i’m not even entirely sure it was god’

and that’s where we start the campaign, dude in his early forties with a fair amount of knowledge and a not-insubstantial understanding of people finally striking out into the world, and the first major event he runs into involves someone he trusted turning out to be a blood cultist, and he doesn’t really learn from that because surely that was just a one-off weird thing, like not every person you run into will be lying to you, that can’t happen

and it’s happened again and again and again - he finds someone who is scholarly, or helpful, or even of his faith, and he trusts that they’re genuine, or at least that they won’t harm him, and then he is betrayed and it’s getting worse and worse (bodies are starting to pile up around him and some of them are those he created, when he barely took the martial training offered at his temple, only accepting because any knowledge is knowledge worth having, but now death is at his fingertips), and he still wants to believe

the worst of it is that he’s been getting visions, and at first he believed they were from his god, because why wouldn’t he? who else could get inside his head this way? but he’s found that these visions (at minimum, some of them) are coming from a former brother of the cloth, someone who believes their god is lying to everyone and is willing to destroy the entire faith because of it, and he’s recruited so many people of my character’s faith that they can no longer be implicitly trusted, and they’re even being forced to attack and die for this man’s beliefs

so my character is finding that he can’t trust anything implicitly - his siblings of the cloth, the world they live in, even the thoughts in his head - and he still wants, so much, to believe in the inherent power of information, of knowledge, in knowing that even if it’s the worst pain you’ve ever known, knowing is still better than not knowing

and it’s so rewarding to play through faith in this way, to be presented again and again and again with the same choice, the same burden - do you trust this person? do you believe they are who they say they are? how many lies can you hear before you stop believing anything at all?

but lies can tell you the shape of the truth, and that’s all that my character can hold onto sometimes

[isdalinarhot]

if i had a nickel for every time i came up with a ship name for a pairing that was in the fandom general consciousness but did not have an Official Name for various reasons and then people other than me and my friends started using it then i would have two nickels. which isnt much but its weird it happened twice