#roof repair jackson

[sameheart-sameblood]

Need You Now

gif credit: @javier-pena

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: when your new life in jackson leaves little time for each other, you and joel sneak away looking for some privacy

words: 3.6k

warnings: 18+, smut, car sex, fingering, unprotected sex, soft joel strikes again

a/n: apologies for this *gestures at the whole fic* i was horny and joel is hot

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You’re surrounded by people, yet all you can focus on is Joel. That’s not unusual. You could be in a room of hundreds and still hone in on his whereabouts in an instant, like some kind of heat seeking missile.

 It’s how it’s always been with you two. He’s the heat, you’re the incessant missile. Being together for a few years, you’d think that your draw to him would have lessened slightly. But it just seems to grow stronger with each passing day. 

Joel knows it, too. He remains in conversation with Maria and a group of her devoted followers but you can’t miss the ghost of a smirk as he senses your eyes on him. He teases you by bringing the beer he’s holding to his lips, leaving them lingering on the rim much longer than necessary. 

Joel finishes his swig, running his thumb gliding across his lips to collect the residual beads of moisture left behind. Asshole. He’s toying with you and there’s nothing you can do about. 

As you wander home from the party later hand in hand, you pull him aside. The shadows of the Aspen Trees lining the pathway gives you some seclusion as you press your lips to Joel’s. He grunts in surprise but quickly melts into your embrace. Only the sound of Ellie and Tommy calling your names make you break apart. 

You hide for a moment longer as the hunger for each other threatens to overtake you once again. “I need you,” your voice comes out as a whimper. 

Joel cups your chin, bringing your face up to meet his. He kisses you quickly, “I know, honey. Soon.”

******

Life in Jackson was peaceful and idyllic but it left a few things to be desired. The biggest problem was the lack of privacy. Tommy and Maria had been nice enough to put you up in their house the past few months. The one they offered you across the street from them needed repairs. All of the unoccupied houses in the community had varying levels of damage that needed to be addressed before you could move in. 

They had let you pick out the house you wanted, a truly generous offer that had left you speechless. The last one you had seen was a milled log cabin on the bank of a large pond within the Jackson boundaries. The house was tinier than some of the other offerings but it just felt right. It felt like home.

One look at Joel had told you he felt the same way. The two of you gazed in awe at the cabin that would soon be yours, your arms encircling each other. The peace was broken by Ellie grumbling, “You guys would choose the most ‘old person’ house in town.”

You grinned, used to her saying whatever thought crossed her mind. “What would you expect from two certified old people?” Joel grumbled at being called old but kissed you on the top of your head, pulling you closer. 

One arm still encircling Joel, you reached out to Ellie. “Come on. It won’t be so bad. You can decorate your room however you want.” She shuffled towards you, trying to hide how desperately she wanted to be included in the scene of domestic bliss. 

“Can I get first pick of rooms, too?” she asked hopefully as she snuck into your embrace. 

Joel reached around you to tousle her hair. “Not a chance, El.”

******

Your cabin, cute as it is, has a few pressing matters to deal with before it can be occupied. The cosmetic issues have been fixed but the roof is due to be completely replaced and the floor needs reinforcement. While those are finished, you’ve been crashing at Tommy and Maria’s house. 

The one free bedroom they have to offer is your current home. The bed is shared by you and Ellie while Joel takes a mat on the floor. Ellie, to her credit, has offered to switch spots with Joel several times. But as she and you both know, he’s too proud to accept the offer. You’re his girls and he won’t have you sleeping on the floor if there’s any other alternative. 

The close quarters have, to put it bluntly, put a dent in your sex life. Back in Boston QZ you at least had the privacy of your apartment to sneak away to. There was also no fourteen year old there to cramp your style. You love Ellie to bits but you’ve also never met a bigger cock-block before. 

Since you’ve arrived in Jackson it’s been all hushed quickies that you were certain someone would walk in on at any second. Maybe a different person would thrive under that kind of pressure but you want Joel to yourself. 

The morning after the party, you’re the first one up, probably because you’re the only one without a hangover. Well, you and Ellie. She’s still asleep, though, too. You decide to make breakfast as a thanks to your hosts. The pancake batter is resting as you begin to crack eggs for omelettes. A pair of arms envelopes you from behind as Joel’s sleepy voice croaks out a ‘good morning’. 

You lean back into his chest for a moment, smiling as he hides his head in the crook of your neck. “Coffee’s brewing,” you offer. 

“God bless you,” Joel murmurs as he releases you. You giggle as you watch him pour a massive cup and begin sipping without any sugar or cream. 

The rest of the household wanders in soon after. Tommy catches sight of you working the griddle and pats your shoulder. “Stay as long as you want,” he grins through a mouth full of barely cooked pancake. 

Around the table, the five of you fall into easy conversation. Ellie regales you all with a few of her latest puns and Tommy and Maria share their plans for the day. Eyes fall on you and Joel, waiting expectantly to hear what you’ll be up to. You open your mouth to admit you don’t know when Joel speaks for you. “We need to get some timber for the house. Thought we’d go scout some out.”

Tommy nods, “Good idea. I’ll come with you.” 

Joel interjects, “No, you’ve done enough for us already. We can manage this ourselves.” He says it nonchalantly but you don’t miss the way he’s quick to refuse Tommy’s help. “Think we can borrow your truck?” Joel adds. 

As Tommy, Maria and Ellie clean up breakfast, you pull Joel aside. “Timber, huh?” you tease, raising an eyebrow. 

He grabs your ass, then leans in to whisper in your ear, “Had to find some way to get you all to myself.”

After the house clears, you and Joel prepare for your outing. You don’t know exactly what Joel has in mind but you know from the look in his eyes earlier it probably doesn’t require much in the way of clothing. Sifting through the pile of Maria’s clothes she had offered when you first arrived, you find a red sundress with white flowers dotted on it. It’s completely impractical. But you’ve grown tired of worn jeans and flannels. You want to feel pretty for your impromptu date. 

Joel likes your decision too. He whistles in awe as he sees you walk up to the truck. Your face heats as you beam shyly at the approval. You duck into the backseat, stuffing your backpack full of sensible clothes to change into later into the footwell. 

Joel grabs you from behind and turns you around, pressing your back against the car. He cages you in, kissing you fiercely. “You trying to kill me with that dress, honey?” he sighs.

You pat his cheek, then push him gently away. “Come on, cowboy. Can’t keep that timber waiting.” 

The drive takes you past Jackson security. They wave you through after they hear where you’re planning on heading. Joel has to assure them that you’re fully armed and prepared for stepping outside of the safety of the community. 

It’s been awhile since you’ve been past the safety of the walls. You should be nervous but all you feel is anticipation. For the first time in weeks, you have Joel truly all to yourself. 

“You wanna tell me where you’re taking me?” 

Joel smiles at you, “I saw a clearing by a little lake when we made our way into town last supply run. Think you’d like it.” You can tell he genuinely means it and you smile at him. 

“How long will it take to get there?” you ask as you start rubbing his thigh, wandering dangerously close to his belt buckle. 

He chuckles, “10 minutes or so. Think you can wait?”

No. You’ve been waiting long enough. 

You shrug, face deceptively calm. “Might as well get started without you.”

Joel glances at you, smile falling away as he sees you toying with the straps of your dress. “What are you doing?”

You offer him your best doe-eyed look of innocence. “Nothing, Joel.” The strap of your left shoulder falls and you pull at it more to expose your breast. “Just taking care of myself since you won’t do it for me.” Definitely not teasing you like you did to me at the party last night.

Joel curses under his breath but doesn’t say anything else, his ability to string together a coherent sentence seemingly gone. You smirk as you pull the other strap down, completely exposing your chest. Your hands wander across your skin, paying extra attention to your nipples when you catch Joel side-eyeing you. 

Chuckling at his expense, you pull up the hem of your dress. One hand wanders between your legs as the other continues to play with your hardened nipples. Your clit throbs as you rub it and you let out a relieved moan as you reacquaint yourself with the feeling of pleasure. It hasn’t been that long but god it’s felt like forever. 

You sneak a glance at Joel and find his eyes trained ahead, knuckles white on the steering wheel. His jaw clenches and relaxes over and over. It gives you great joy to see how much you’re affecting him already. 

The prairie fades away and trees begin to rapidly rush past your window. Joel’s doing his damndest to make it to the lake before he completely loses it. He won’t dare pull over a second sooner. It would give you too much satisfaction to win at this little game and he’s too proud to admit defeat. 

At first, you play up your pleasure to get more of a rise out of him. But soon, the sighs and moans you’ve been exaggerating become very, very real. You don’t want to cum like this, not without his full attention. But you can’t stop now that you’ve started. Subtly, you slow down the rubbing of your clit and silently urge him to get you to your destination. 

After a few more minutes that feel like hours, the car stops. You open your eyes and are met with a sight that makes you briefly forget what you were just in the middle of. The lake in front of you isn’t the biggest but it’s blue like a jewel, the hue bright and clear. It’s gorgeous and you can’t wait to go for a swim. 

Joel has other plans at the moment, though. You hear his seatbelt unbuckle and he leans over the console, grabbing the back of your neck to make you focus back on him. Your gaze meets his and you know you’re in for it. His eyes, usually a soft, warm brown have turned almost black. They bore into you as he reaches over with his free hand to start rapidly rubbing your clit. 

It’s so much better than what you were doing and you close your eyes, basking in the sensation. Joel stops his fingers and tuts, “You keep your eyes on me or you’re not getting anything.” Usually, you’d think about pouting. But you need him and so you just nod vigorously as he rewards you by beginning to rub again. 

You settle in, angling yourself more towards Joel and spreading your legs to grant him better access. With his eyes still locked on yours, he moves his fingers down from your clit and shoves two inside of you. You gasp in surprise as he starts fucking you with them. Joel’s usually the lovemaking type but you’ve teased him too much and he needs to teach you a lesson. A lesson you will enjoy but a lesson nonetheless. 

Never once do his fingers stop, aided by the slick you’ve built up on the car ride. Moans are drawn out of you, seemingly of their own volition. Your eyes travel down to gape at the sight of his hand working between your legs but he tightens his grip on the back of your neck. He pulls your face closer to his as he watches you, knowing you’re a goner. 

Joel’s fingers curl inside you and you’re done for. You cum hysterically, eyes never leaving his. Joel slows his strokes but continues rubbing lazily at your walls, helping you down from your high. He pulls you gently to him and kisses you, back to sensitive Joel. 

Finally, you close your eyes, relishing in your orgasm. Joel doesn’t stop you. You don’t even realize that he’s left the car until you hear your door click open. Still in a haze, you’re lead out of the front seat and ushered into the back. You watch as Joel climbs in to sit next to you and closes the door. 

You grab for him, pressing your lips to his. It starts sensual and romantic, then quickly devolves into a sloppy make-out session. Joel pushes you to lay down on the seat so he can climb on top. Instead, you push him back into a sitting position so you can clamber onto his lap. 

Joel steadies you while you get into position straddling him. It’s uncoordinated and you smack your head on the ceiling. Imagining how clumsy you must look, you let out a laugh. Joel joins in, caressing your face as you smile at each other. 

Once the giggles subside, you take his face in your hands. “I’ve missed you.” 

The admittance sobers him and he grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. “I’m right here, honey. I’ll always be right here.”

It’s amazing how he can always make you feel as giddy as the first time you admitted your feelings to each other. Your heart leaps, fit to burst and all you can think to do is show him how good he makes you feel. Leaning down, you kiss him with as much passion as you can muster. 

You could get lost in the feel of Joel but the sound of a muffled moan coming from him pulls you back to attention. Continuing the kiss, you reach down and start undoing his belt buckle. Years of practice have made you an expert at getting him out of his pants in seconds. But it’s been a minute since you two have done this and you’re so excited you find your fingers don’t seem to work. 

Joel smirks as he reaches down to help. He undoes his belt but moves his hands aside so you can continue. Reaching down, you slip his cock free and encircle it, beginning to slide up and down at a languid pace. A soft thud brings your eyes back up and you see Joel has leaned back against the headrest. 

Labored breathing fills the truck as you press your lips to Joel’s now exposed neck. You suck red marks along his skin that others back in Jackson are sure to notice. Joel curses but grabs your wrist to encourage you to speed up. You do as requested but soon feel a throbbing between your legs. “Joel,” you whimper and his eyes shoot open to see what’s wrong. 

He reads your expression and nods, helping to lift you so you can position his cock at your entrance. Slowly, you lower yourself and the two of you groan in unison. The feeling of him and the realization that you can take as long as you want makes your head spin. 

But it becomes apparent that this is gonna be a quick fuck too. “I’m not gonna last long,” Joel confesses. 

He’s not the only one. Even just staying still with him inside you is making it hard for you to focus. “It’s ok. I won’t either,” you murmur. 

Joel grabs at your sides to encourage you to start moving. You roll your hips against him and Joel’s head falls back against the headrest again. Smirking, you continue the pace. The realization hits you that Joel has entirely too many clothes on. Thankfully he’s wearing the denim shirt with snaps you love so much. You rip it open, exposing his weathered chest and lovely soft belly. 

Joel comes to, watching in fascination as you bend down to start kissing his chest, leaving marks there for only the two of you to admire later. The roll of your hips stays consistent until you moan when Joel’s cock hits one of the more sensitive parts of your walls. 

The sudden snap of his hips makes you stop in your tracks. You look up to meet his lust clouded eyes and recognize that he needs release and he needs it now. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you bury your face in his neck as he begins to fuck up into you. 

Sobs cascade out of you as the pleasure begins to bubble up. They’re muffled into his skin, though. “I wanna hear you,” Joel orders and you nod, leaning back to let your wails fill the truck. They grow louder and more desperate when Joel slows his hips, bringing his mouth to your breasts, sucking on one nipple then moving to the other. 

Joel gives one last kiss to each breast, then continues fucking you, hips pistoning up with a fervor you’re not sure he’s had since you’re first days as a couple. Your back arches as you cum, not even able to give him a warning before it happens. You stay that way, paralyzed with bliss as Joel chases after your orgasm. 

Collapsing into his chest, you come down from your high as he ruts into you a few more times before spilling his release inside. His cock continues to pulse as he wraps his arms around you. Sighing, you turn your head, pressing your cheek to his chest. His rapid heartbeat soon slows and you lie there for a few minutes listening to its strong pulse. Joel hums a song you don’t know as he rubs your back. 

“That’s nice,” you murmur, “What is it?”

Joel answers quietly not wanting to break your little bubble of serenity. “Just something that’s been floating around my head the past few days.”

You straighten up and kiss him. “You’re something special, Joel Miller.”

He looks up at you, a loopy smile plastered on his face. “You’re the only special thing about me, honey.”

A look of incnesed shock flashes onto your face, making Joel laugh. He might not truly believe that there’s nothing special about him but also…he very well could. His confidence and self-worth are maddeningly low for someone who most others would label “the whole package.”

Your thighs tremble from riding him and you long for a nap but you won’t rest until you’ve shown him just how much he means to you. A brush of your lips against his own makes his softened cock, still nestled between your legs, twitch with interest. He may not be as young as he once was but his lust for you never fails. 

“Guess I didn’t do a good enough job just now of showing you how exceptional you are. Let’s try again, shall we?”

It takes a few more hours of fucking, interspersed with a brisk skinny dip in the lake, before Joel admits defeat. He concedes that, yes, he is unique, admirable and all of the other complimentary adjectives you’ve bestowed upon him. 

The sun begins its descent towards the horizon and it becomes apparent that your day must come to an end. Joel slips back into his jeans and shirt as you abandon the dress to the bottom of your pack in favor of a more practical hoodie and khakis. You’re already going to get enough questions about how you spent a whole day in the woods and yet have no timber with you. Best not to give more fuel to the rumors by showing up in a disheveled sundress. 

“So what’s our story for today?” you question, slumping back into the passenger seat. 

Joel considers the question as he turns the key in the ignition. “The truth?” he shrugs. 

You laugh and shake your head. “Yeah, we’re definitely not doing that.”

Joel puts his arm on the back of your headrest as he looks behind to reverse back onto the drive way. “I’ll take the long way back. Give you some time to think about what you wanna tell them.” You roll your eyes and he puts a comforting hand on your thigh as he drives. “While you’re at it, think of a few more excuses we can use for next time we need a day like this.”

“You planning on this becoming a regular thing?” you tease him. 

Joel squeezes your thigh as his eyes crinkle with amusement. “Well, I’m no fortune teller but we will be sharing a house with a very nosy teenager… ”

Oh, right. You’re going to need a whole arsenal of excuses to get some privacy. But the thought of the three of you being a content, little family makes it all worth it. 

******

[galaxyedging]

Joel Miller x f!reader (no age gap)

Sort of Tommy Miller x f!reader

WC:1.7k

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex. Phone sex. Male masturbation.

Summary: After Joel's confession about him and Tommy. You make a little dirty confession of your own.

Follow on from Damn Yoga Pants

Radio Sex

When Joel had made his confession about that time that he and Tommy shared a woman had been done when he was completely out of his mind. He couldn't be held responsible for what he said while he was balls deep inside you with you wearing those cursed yoga pants. It wasn't his fault.

Maria may not see it the same way if that story ever got out. After swearing you to secrecy, he came clean to his brother. "Maria knows." Tommy carried on sipping his beer as Joel looked at him blankly. "What? She's my wife. I tell her everything. Besides, you think you're the only one who gets off on sharing?"

That is how Joel found out one of the best kept secrets in Jackson. Maria and Tommy were swingers. "I guess you guys take that shared ownership thing to heart." Joel had quipped. His little brother just gave him a shit eater grin from behind the lip of his beer bottle.

When Joel had returned your repaired yoga pants, along with a promise to find you more someday, you had decided to give him a little reward. "I know you don't want to talk about that story with Tommy…"

"Er…" Joel looked a little uneasy. You were his girl. He wanted to tell you everything but some things weren't his to tell.

"...but I thought I owed you a little scandalous revelation of my own. I used to work…onaphonesexline."

"You what?!" Joel smiled broadly.

"I was in college. I needed the money. Besides there's no shame in sex work!"

"No, there is not. I'm smiling because I know you're my dirty girl but I didn't know you could be a dirty girl for anybody. That's kind of hot." Teasingly he nipped at your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "There might be a market for that here in Jackson. We just found some new radios too. Tommy and I were going to have a look at them later."

Having enough of his teasing, you decided to tease him back. "You and Tommy, huh? Well, maybe Tommy would like to be my first client. I know how you boys love to share."

"You don't know the half of it…" and that is how you found out the best kept secret in Jackson.

One of the guys from down the street came by later on to get Joel's help with fixing up his roof. After that Joel went straight over to help Tommy. Leaving you with not much to do with your afternoon. Rather thankful since you were one of the town's doctors.

Deciding to treat yourself to a relaxing bath. The after effects of Joel's teasing burned between your legs. You took the time to cool it off as the water cooled around you.

Joel arrived home just before dark, Ellie swung by for a change of clothes and she was gone again. Joel sat next to on the sofa, whiskey in hand. His trusty backpack sat on the floor next to him. A few bursts of static rang from it and he picked it up.

"Sounds like that's for you, Darlin'."

"What do you mean?" Joel didn't answer, he simply pulled out the new radio. Next, he fished out a headset that he looted from one of the upmarket stores near the ski resort. It plugged into the radios that the others had brought back. It allowed you to be completely hands free on the radio. Something that Joel planned on taking full advantage of.

"You're going to warm my cock while you get Tommy all hot and bothered." There was no question in his tone but you knew you could say no. Not one part of you wanted to.

Taking the headset you slipped it on. "Hello?" Came Tommy's smooth voice. He sounded relaxed. You wondered if he'd sunk a few whiskies when he came home too.

The whiskey on Joel's tongue warmed your taste buds as he kissed you. "Don't be shy, Baby. Do your thing. You remember what to say, right? Do you have to ask him what he's wearing?" The slight sarkiness in his tone made you want to wipe the grin off of his face.

"Hi, Tommy." You lowered your voice into the sultry tone you used to use in your working days. "How are you?"

"I'm just fine, Sweetheart. How are you? You must be all tense from having to put up with my pain in the ass brother all the time."

Joel paused in the middle of pushing his jeans down his thighs when you laughed. "What did he say?"

Covering the mic you mouthed 'I'm on the phone'. Joel responded to your sass by dragging you up to your feet to strip off your pyjama pants and pull you onto his lap.

"I bet he's getting all worked up in the wrong kind of way." Tommy laughed in your ear.

"Mmmhmm." You confirmed.

Joel decided he didn't like whatever was going on between you and that he would remind you both why you were there. In one long thrust he buried himself inside of you. "Oh, god, Joel."

"Guess the old man got a little impatient. So tell me. What did guys used to ask you to talk about?"

"They'd usually want me to stroke their egos while they stroked their dicks."

"Well, I don't know about my ego but I do plan on stroking my dick." The sound of you sucking in a breath echoed in the headset. "Does that surprise you?"

"A little."

"I'd been through a lot in my life, even before the outbreak. If I get an opportunity to enjoy myself now, I take it. Jerking off to your pretty voice, while simultaneously pissing off Joel, that'll give me a whole lot of enjoyment. Now, why don't you go ahead and give me something to listen to. What are you wearing?"

"Not much, just an old boyfriend shirt."

"Old boyfriend, huh? He must have been an idiot to let you go."

"Oh he was. He was stubborn and grumpy too."

"Sounds like a real catch."

"He had some good points. He was hung like a horse and ate pussy like a last meal on death row."

Both brothers breathed deep at your filthy outburst.

"Is that what you like? Taking a big cock and having your pussy licked?"

Joel could feel you getting wetter from whatever his brother was saying in your ear. He saw the way you bite your lip before you laughed lightly. Joel didn't think of himself as a jealous man. Still, in that moment he suddenly wanted all your attention on him. Bucking his hips up, he drove deep inside of you the tip of his cock hitting a spot that had you crying out.

"Bet I could make you cry out louder, Sugar." Tommy's voice was like honey in your ear. Out of the two of them Tommy definitely got more of the natural charm. Joel could turn it on when needed but it flowed effortlessly from Tommy.

"Oh, I don't know about that."

"Maybe I'll get to show you one day. Joel brags about how naughty you are for him. I bet you'd love to take a married man's cock."

"I thought I was supposed to be the one talking dirty here?"

Joel twitched inside you. "Shall I tell you what I really like?" Locking eyes with Joel you braced your hands on his broad shoulders. Digging your fingers into the muscles there as you began to ride him. "I love making a man so fucking cockdumb that he spills his dirty little secrets to me. I wonder what I could get you to confess to."

"You want to know a dirty secret? Joel boasts about stuff but he never gives me any actual details. A couple of times when I've gone home drunk after talking with Joel, and not wanting to disturb Maria, I've jerked off to my own made up scenarios. My brother might have a lot of shortcomings but his choice in women ain't one."

The thought fuelled the chase for your high. Joel began babbling curses below you as you bounced harder and faster on him.

"Remember last month when you had that argument with Chris over his patrol route? It was late and you two were outside the stables? I heard every word because I was on the other side of the wall with Joel's cock down my throat and my fingers buried in my pussy. We thought you might turn and come into the stable so Joel fucked my throat while I rubbed my clit and rode my fingers. I nearly choked on his cum as I came. Part of me hoped you caught us and saw Joel's cum dripping down my face so you know what a dirty girl I really am." You struggled to get the story out in your breathless state.

"Shit, Doc, if I'd have known I would've come running."

"I bet you would have." You grinned. In another bound of frustration Joel started to drive his hips upwards to meet you.

The cry that came from you made Tommy chuckle. "The thought of you with cum over your face, that is something. Getting me closer just thinking about it." He gave a long moan that made your pussy clench. Joel was too busy slamming into you to notice. "Do you know what I'd prefer?"

"W-what?" Your voice shook with Joel having you right on the edge.

"To shoot my load right in that tight little pussy until I drip out of you. I know you like that. Do you want it? Do you want my cum?" His voice was tense with holding back.

Your cry of 'Fuck, yes!' set off a domino effect. Tommy came over his bare stomach, chanting your name as his hand sped up on the tip and milked the last of his load. Hearing Tommy you came around Joel with a whimpered 'Oh, Baby.' Joel's orgasm came last. He lazily dragged your hips back and forth to use you to his full pleasure. The three of you rode every last wave of ecstasy before succumbing to a spent peace. You and Joel held each other as Tommy whispered something in your ear. When Joel asked later you denied that his brother had said. "Sweet dreams, Doc. Maybe soon we can make some dreams come true.

[something-tofightfor]

Your Eyes Outshine The Town

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (Just Too Good To Be Gone pairing)

Word count: 9,586

Rating: M - language, light sexual content, but nothing graphic 

Warnings: If you don’t want to know certain plot spoilers from The Last of Us, you shouldn’t read this. 

Summary: Joel and Ellie’s first Christmas in Jackson is going to be special for a lot of reasons - even though the town’s celebration is a tradition you’ve become accustomed to over the years you’ve spent in Wyoming.

Author’s Note: An anon asked if I was going to write something for Joel for Christmas, and even though I said no and this isn’t what I *was* working on, it’s just as important. (That other piece will hopefully be ready to go for the premiere of the show, and it is SPICY). 

This takes place about 7-8 months after Joel and Ellie return to Jackson, and a few months after Help Me Get Away From Myself. 

Merry Christmas to all that celebrate - and to those that don’t, I hope you have a safe and happy weekend! 

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Song Suggestion: “This Christmas” by Donny Hathaway

When he woke up to snow covering the ground in Jackson for the first time, Joel froze in front of the window in his bedroom, staring out at it. 

It wasn’t that he’d never seen snow before; he’d seen plenty. 

It wasn’t even that he hadn’t seen snow in Jackson before, because it had been spitting snow for the previous week - squalls that blew through the city, coating the remaining leaves and branches on the trees and bushes for a few hours before it dripped away, leaving everything damp. 

But it was the first time he’d seen the undisturbed streets and sidewalks, the first time he took notice of the way that it covered the roof of the house across the street from him, thin wisps of gray smoke curling from the chimney in the early morning light. 

And when he looked back over his shoulder at his bed - where you were sleeping on your side, one hand tucked beneath the pillow, blanket pulled up to your chin, he let out a slow breath, closing his eyes and nodding. This is life now.  My life. 

Instead of having to worry about what the snow used to mean  - chilled, damp clothes and waterlogged socks from moisture leaking through hastily repaired boots, a lack of dry firewood, freezing nights spent huddled around whatever small source of warmth could be created  - that morning, the snow only meant that the entire city would be a little slower… and that he could take it easy. 

So on that morning - Joel’s first real snowfall in Jackson - he turned away from the window after giving it one last look and then climbed back into bed next to you, one arm slipping around your waist as he urged you back toward him. 

You mumbled something, the man unable to make out what it was, but you settled your hand over his and squeezed, sighing out his name. “Couple inches of snow out there.” You sighed again, humming - and that time, Joel did catch your words. 

“Knew it was coming.” You yawned, body stiffening briefly. “Go back to sleep, Joel. Just for a little while.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. 

— 

That morning was the first of many snows throughout November and the beginning of December, and as the days got shorter and colder, the snow melted less between storms. 

It turned the streets into slushy messes and the sidewalks into ice. It resulted in the need for either a fire to be lit constantly, or one of the multiple space heaters he owned to be plugged in and turned on - but he didn’t mind. 

He didn’t mind because despite the chilly patrol routes and extra layers he had to put on, it was always worth it to come home to his house and see Ellie’s light on, to see smoke coming from the chimney in her roof - to know  that she was alright, and that they didn’t have to repeat the previous winter. And we never do again. 

But even the seven months that he’d been back in Jackson - the integration into the community and the gradual decrease of his anxiety over every moment of every day - hadn’t prepared him for the night he’d been heading toward the diner to meet you for dinner and he’d seen a large tree in the center of the square, multiple people working to put it upright. Is that a Christmas tree? 

He’d stopped in his tracks again, blinking slowly as he watched men with power tools constructing a base around the trunk. It’s a damn Christmas tree. Making a mental note to ask you about it while the two of you ate, he shook his head and then stuffed his hands into the pockets of his tan jacket, raising his shoulders and ducking his chin below the collar of the coat. 

— 

“Of course it’s a Christmas tree, Joel.” You sipped from your coffee mug, the steaming liquid inside warming you as you swallowed. Wish it was coffee and not tea. “Didn’t Tommy tell you? He said that he was going to ask you to let Ellie know.” 

“He didn’t say shit.” Joel leaned back in his chair, the remnants of his dinner - runny egg yolks and toast crumbs - smeared across the surface of his plate. “I was just walkin’ here and saw that they were puttin’ it up.” 

“Yeah. Some of the guys hauled it back the other day. They pulled it down off the mountain behind my place.” You rolled your eyes. “Not like anyone’s been skiing there in a couple decades, so it might as well do something for this town.” 

You watched the subtle twitch of his lips at your joke, but Joel didn’t say anything else, keeping his eyes on you. It was strange to you sometimes, to remember just how much of life in Jackson he and Ellie hadn’t experienced yet, and Christmas - likely his first safe Christmas season, and maybe Ellie’s first real celebration of the season entirely - was only the most recent thing you could think of. 

“So you should tell Ellie. It’s nothing like old Christmas celebrations used to be, but she wasn’t… she won’t remember those likewe do.” Tightening your hands around the mug, you shrugged. “She might like it.”

“She’ll love it.” He reached across the table, fingertips sliding beneath yours and urging one hand away from the mug. You let him, twisting your wrist and pressing your palm to his. “Especially if there’s lights.”

“There are.” You grinned at that, eyes moving up from your joined hands to his face. “Not a lot of them, but there are lights. And since the tree’s huge, lots of kids make ornaments every year - out of pinecones and sticks and string and all that … and the night they turn it on, everyone hangs their ornaments.”

“What happens to ‘em?” You heard the interest in his voice and it made your heartbeat surge with happiness, like it did every time Joel let his guard down and indulged in moments of normalcy. “At the end of the season?” 

“Most of the time they’re ruined. Jackson gets a lot of snow in the winter, as you can see.” You gestured toward the windows, indicating the softly falling snow outside, and he nodded. “But the ones that aren’t a mess? The kids can take them back if they want, but most of them don’t remember what they made, so…” You shrugged. “They just get tossed.” 

“Do you want to tell Ellie?” He released your hand, drawing his back toward his body. “You are coming over tonight, right?” 

“I am.” You’d been spending more time at Joel’s place ever since getting back from the trip to the cabins at the end of September, but since what you had was still new, you didn’t want to wear out your welcome. “Where’s she at right now?”

“Probably out somewhere with the kids she’s in school with.” He scratched the side of his neck. “She came home earlier this afternoon and dropped her stuff of and then ran off with that dark haired girl, Dina?” 

“They’re probably at Dina’s house, then.” You took another drink. “If we head back now, we can get a fire going before it gets too cold in your place.”

“Yeah.” He stood, reaching for his coat and pulling it on, your eyes following his movement. “Even though when you say we I know you mean me.” 

You stood, too, holding back a snort, and only a minute later, the two of you were making your way down the snowy street and back toward his house, both of you with your heads covered and ducked down. 

Neither of you spoke much as you walked, hurrying toward your destination, but when you were safely in his front hall, the door shut behind you, you groaned, shivering as you took your jacket off again. He hurried into the living room and knelt down to light the waiting fire, and you followed, perching on the end of the couch cushions. “I only meant you because you’re so much better at starting fires than I am.” 

“Yeah, sure.” He looked back at you over one shoulder, smirking. “You just like watching me like this.” 

“You caught me.” Rolling your eyes, you tried to hide the surprise in your voice at the bold way he flirted with you - the action very uncharacteristic of Joel as you knew him to be, but something that was happening more as he spent each additional day in Jackson. “How can I resist you when you’re kneeling in front of a -”

“Anybody home?” You heard Ellie’s voice before you saw the girl, and even though you caught Joel’s flinch at the sudden sound, he relaxed quickly, turning away from you and back to the fire. 

“In here, Ellie.” Leaning back, you crossed your legs at the ankle, still keeping your eyes on Joel’s broad shoulders. “Both of us.” 

— 

“Did you guys see that big tree?” He was still busy with the fire, coaxing the remaining embers from that morning alight with scraps of kindling, but he knew the girl was excited from the sound of her voice. “Dina said that Jackson’s Christmas is really cool, and that everyone goes, even the people that don’t celebrate. That means she’s going to be there too, with her family, and -” 

“Slow down, Ellie.” Tiny flames licked at the wood, and once he was satisfied  that they’d catch, Joel stood, brushing his hands off on his jeans. “Apparently my brother was supposed to tell me what was goin’ on, but he didn’t. I just found out about that tree a couple hours ago, too.”

“I’ve never celebrated Christmas before.” The girl plopped down onto the chair, leaving only the space next to you open. Oh, you little shit. “What’s it like?” 

“Well.” You leaned in, putting your feet flat on the floor and resting one elbow on the arm of the couch as Joel sat next to you. “There are cookies. Lots of cookies. And some of the adults like to sing old Christmas carols. I was telling Joel earlier that a lot of the kids like to make ornaments to hang on the big tree, so you can definitely do that, too.” 

He watched as the girl’s eyes widened, Ellie looking between the two of you in excitement. He loved seeing that expression on her face, and though he’d only had the opportunity a handful of times - seeing the sunrise on the way out of Boston, looking out and over a lake on the outskirts of Pittsburgh, and when they’d stumbled on the giraffes in Salt Lake City the three clearest in his mind - he looked forward to seeing it more often. And now I might get to. 

“Are there presents?” You laughed at that, shoulders shaking as you leaned over and toward him, Joel’s arm going around you to steady your body. “Because I’ve read that -

“Yeah, Ellie, there are presents at Christmas.” Joel heard you clear your throat, the man’s eyes narrowing in anticipation of whatever it was that you were about to say. “But most of them are handmade - scarves and socks and clothes. Food, from the people that are really good at it.” 

“What else would there be?” She blinked, frowning. “I mean, what else do people need besides -”

“Back before, Ellie…” He paused, thinking. “Christmas presents weren’t about the things you needed. People would buy stuff just because they thought someone else would like it, even if it wasn’t useful.” 

“Like movies and music and video games.” You pointed to the shelves across the room. “That kind of stuff was what people wanted, to keep themselves occupied when they weren’t at work or in school.” 

“Jewelry was another big one.” Joel smiled - showing teeth - as a memory came back to him. “I remember one year, Tommy was seein’ this woman. Had to be … I don’t know, three, maybe four years before everything changed?” Ellie leaned in closer, eyes wide and focused on him, and he felt you shift closer, your arm going around him. “And he wanted to get her somethin’ real nice for Christmas, so he tried to find a necklace for her.” Joel rubbed at his face with his hand. “And I shit you not, it was probably the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, had this big ol’ flower charm on it.” He paused, laughing. “He was so damn proud of it, and when he gave it to her for Christmas, we were all waitin’ to see what she’d say and …” 

“And?” It was you that spoke up, fingers curling into the soft flannel that covered his ribs. “What did she think?” 

“She loved it.” Joel scoffed and Ellie laughed hard, the girl’s giggle warming the room up even more than the fire already had. Oh, I love hearin’ that.  “She didn’t take that goddamn thing off for months, and then when they broke up, he found it in his mailbox and smashed into pieces even though she was the one that ended it.” 

“Was he mad” Ellie’s foot tapped on the floor, her hands gripping her knees. “Tommy? Was he -”

“No. See the damn thing was made of real gold, and so he took all the broken pieces and sold ‘em and then he and I went out and got drunk.” 

It was a good memory - one of the last Christmas gatherings that they’d had as a family, a couple cousins and one uncle driving in from various parts of the state to celebrate, but he’d forgotten all about the necklace until that moment. Wonder if Tommy ever thinks about it. “People used to make Christmas lists, Ellie.” You spoke up again, Joel turning his head to look at you. “Put stuff on them that they wanted or needed so that if people were going to get them a gift, they knew what to look for.” 

“Do you make lists here?” Ellie blinked slowly. “Since there are presents?”

“Some of the kids do. They put things on them like toys and books and clothes and so a couple weeks before Christmas, someone takes all those lists and goes through what we’ve got in storage to see if anything fits. It’s not always exactly what they asked for, but usually … usually we can get something for everyone since we have so much stockpiled.” 

“I didn’t know that.” Joel’s voice was quiet, and when you met his eyes and shrugged, he knew immediately that you were one of the ones that did the searching, even though you hadn’t told him as much. “That’s real nice.” 

“Yeah. And it works out for the kids that don’t celebrate Christmas, too. The tree in the center of town is a Christmas tree, and no one would ever say otherwise, but it’s just sort of become … a symbol of the holidays in general. Warmth and comfort and happiness and all that.” 

“Makes sense.” He gave you a small smile - and a single nod of his head before turning his attention back to Ellie. “So yeah. I guess we get to celebrate Christmas this year, kiddo.” 

“Cool.” Her smile lit up her face, eyes brightening. “So when is it?” 

“The lights will go on in a couple days, but the town celebration is December 23rd.” You sat up straight, Joel watching as you adjusted the hem of your shirt. “So you’ve got some time. And,” you continued, turning your attention to him. “Since this is the first Christmas here for both of you, if there’s anything you can think of that you want or need… let me know.” There was another pause and then you kept going, Joel barely able to conceal his laugh at the glint in your eyes. “Because I can put in a good word with Santa Claus.”

Ellie, on the other hand couldn’t stop herself from laughing and the two of you joined her moments later, Joel pulling you against his chest and kissing the top of your head.

He hadn’t given Christmas much more than a passing thought in years - but as he sat in his cozy living room, laughing with the two of you, he knew that it wouldn’t be the case that year. 

– 

“We’re going to be late if we don’t hurry up.” 

Ellie was nearly bouncing up and down as she waited for you to pull your coat on, the girl bundled up in a thick jacket of her own, along with a hat and a pair of gloves sticking out of one of her pockets. “I’m coming. It’s fine, though. We won’t be late.” 

“What took you so long to get back? I thought you didn’t work today.” 

“I didn’t. Someone took my shift so that I could make sure everything was done for tonight.” You’d gotten sidetracked checking names on the gifts that had been collected, making sure that no one was left out, and before you’d realized it, it was an hour until you were supposed to leave. “Took me a little longer than I thought it would.” 

“Joel’s probably already there. He left hours ago for Tommy’s. Radioed over to make sure I was going to leave on time, and - “

“Well you did.” Smiling at the girl, you picked up your own walkie, pressing a button on the side. “Joel? If you’re still at Tommy and Maria’s, we’re getting ready to leave now. See you in a few.” 

It took a few seconds for his response - a quick ‘Gotcha. See you soon’ - but as soon as he’d spoken, you and Ellie headed for the door, the girl walking next to you with her hands stuffed into her coat pockets. “Did you ask for anything this year?” 

“No.” It was the truth - sort of. You’d hinted to one of the bakery girls that it would be great to have an extra loaf of sourdough so that you could make Joel and Ellie a nice breakfast on Christmas morning, and you’d put your name on the list for a replacement space heater, but aside from that, you hadn’t thought of anything else that you needed. Because I’ve got exactly what I want. “What about you?” 

“You already looked at my list.” She glanced up at you and adjusted the straps on her backpack, waiting a few seconds. “I know you did, so -”

“Yeah, but I mean … did you mention anything to Joel? To Cat or Dina? To Maria and Tommy? Anything that you didn’t put on that list?” 

“No. I didn’t… I didn’t want to ask for anything because it feels… weird.” You understood where she was coming from - and needed her to know it.

“My first Christmas here was like that, too. I didn’t want to ask for anything because it just felt… weird. The world’s gone to shit, and I’m asking for presents, you know?” She nodded, quickening her steps as you reached the corner of Kelly and Cache, making a right and going north toward the center of town. “It’s ok to want things, Ellie. You’ve had a tough year and a half, and I know that you’ve been through a lot more than most of the kids that grew up here, but you do still have a couple years til you’re an adult.” 

“I’ll remember that for next year.” She reached out and squeezed your hand, keeping hold of it briefly. “Why do you think Joel didn’t want to walk with us?” You had your theories, but didn’t want to mislead the girl - even unintentionally, and so you just shrugged, urging Ellie to walk faster. 

“There’s hot chocolate, Ellie.” You fell into step with a few other residents of Jackson as you got closer to the center of town, your eyes focused forward and waiting for the first glimpse of the massive tree and booths set up around it. “Hot chocolate and cookies and music. And sometimes, someone’s doing magic tricks and -”

“Last year at Christmastime I thought Joel was going to die.” She let out a shuddering breath and stopped walking, turning to face you. “And this year we’re here and we’re celebrating, and it just seems so… so fucking wrong, and -” 

“Ellie.” You stopped, too, and then stepped closer, crouching down so that you could look her in the eye. “He didn’t die. You kept him alive. And you keeping him alive meant that he ended up bringing you back here. And yeah, I know it’s a lot to take in, especially when you grew up in a place like Boston and haven’t ever experienced this before.” She nodded, her wide eyes glistening with tears. “I’ve told him this so many times, and now I’m going to tell you. There is nothing wrong with letting yourself experience life when you have the opportunity to.”

“But -”

“No. Ellie, you’re here. You’re alive. You’re surrounded by people that care about you. You get to be a teenager. It’s not wrong. You don’t need to feel guilty. That’s why we’ve worked so hard to make things in Jackson as normal for everyone as we can.” Reaching out, you laid a hand on her shoulder. “And that means for you, too.” You couldn’t imagine what those weeks had been like for Ellie and Joel, or what had gone through the girl’s mind during them - but you didn’t want her to dwell on the past. Not now. Not tonight. “If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here. But tonight … don’t think about any of that, alright? You two deserve this.” 

“I… I can try.” She sniffed, using the back of her sleeve to wipe at her nose. “For him.”

“No.” You stood, hand still on her shoulder. “Don’t try for him, Ellie. Do it for yourself.” You watched her for long seconds and saw the look in the girl’s eyes change from sadness and apprehension to one of resolve, her shoulders squaring. 

“Yeah. Ok.” 

— 

He was waiting for the two of you on one of the benches just outside the square, and Joel was doing something that he hadn’t had much time to do in years: people watching. 

There were people in Jackson that he hadn’t ever met, but for the most part, Joel was able to place each person that walked by - some of them raising their hands to wave at him, others giving him a single nod of their chins as they hurried past. But each of them had a look on their faces that he hadn’t seen in such abundance since before the outbreak. Happiness. They’re all… happy. 

And he supposed that he was happy, too - content and satisfied in a way that still seemed foreign to him on most days. But it was easier as more time passed, and he was stunned to realize that he didn’t feel like he had to be on alert at every moment - even when he was out in the open and exposed in the way he was while sitting on the bench. 

But it was more than that - he didn’t feel his heart twist in his chest when Ellie was out of sight anymore, and he often found himself leaving his house without a weapon, the only thing in his pocket his house keys. 

The rate at which he’d settled into life in Jackson had stunned him - and he knew that meeting you had been a major part of it. But also.. The way Ellie took to her helped, too. He still had his days - just like anyone - but while a year ago he would have thought it impossible that he’d be in the position he was currently, Joel found that he had nothing to complain about. 

That realization was reinforced when you and Ellie came into view, the girl’s head covered by a dark knit cap and yours shrouded with the large hood of your jacket. She was walking close to you, and for long moments, he did nothing but watch, making note of the way that the girl looked up at you, her cheeks rosy from the cold - and of the way you paid attention to not only what she was saying but also your surroundings, never focusing on one thing for too long. 

Unlike many people in Jackson, you hadn’t completely let your guard down despite how often you reminded him that it was safe within the walls, and he appreciated it. You looked out not only for yourself, but for the people that you were with, and when people meant Ellie? That was worth everything to Joel. 

He pushed off of the bench and made his way toward you the two of you, weaving through everyone that was milling around. “Hey, you t-” The words caught in his throat when Ellie broke away from you and sprinted toward him, throwing her arms around his body and pressing her cheek to his chest. What’s goin’ on? “Ellie?” He hugged her back, the action almost automatic in a way that he hadn’t ever believed would be possible again, and when he felt her trembling in his arms, he looked up at you, brow furrowed. 

You shook your head, mouthing the word “later” and he understood immediately, his hands moving from Ellie’s back to her shoulders. She let go a few seconds later and then took a step back, drawing in a long breath as she tilted her head to look up at him. “Sorry. I’m gonna go find Dina and Jesse. Bye!” 

She darted off, leaving the two of you standing a few feet apart. “What in the hell was -”

“She feels guilty about being here.” Stepping closer, you reached up, touching his stomach with one gloved hand. “After what you went through last winter.” Oh. “And about more than that, too, but you were the first thing she brought up, and I think it’s … it’s overwhelming for her.” 

“I’m sure it is. It’s overwhelmin’ for me, too.” Nodding sympathetically, you gave him a tight smile. “Should I go find her?”

“Nah.” Closing the final distance between you, you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, the tip of your nose cold against his skin. “Just let her find her friends. She’ll be alright. And I’m sure seeing you here tonight with me and Tommy and Maria will help.” He hummed in reply, unwilling to let you go - and you didn’t seem to mind. 

“Can’t take you two anywhere, can we?” His brother’s voice from behind him startled Joel, the two of you separating, though he kept his arm around your shoulders. “Always gotta be right next to …” He trailed off as Maria took her place beside him, the man wrinkling his nose. “Alright, I guess I have no room to talk.” 

“You don’t.” You put your hand on your hip, leaning into Joel’s side. “I’ve seen the two of you Tommy Miller, and Joel and I aren’t anywhere near as bad.”

“She’s not lying.” Maria winked at him, and Joel’s smile grew, the man’s posture loosening. “Good to see you here, Joel.” 

“Wouldn’t have missed it.” Clearing his throat with a cough, he looked around the square, his eyes lingering on the tree. “Never would have heard the end of that from any of you.” 

“Got that right, big brother.” Tommy was smirking and Joel rolled his eyes, the four of you heading over for the hot chocolate table, each of you grabbing a cup of it. “Don’t tell anyone.” Tommy waited til you were a few feet away before reaching into the interior pocket of his jacket and pulling out a flask. “Got the good stuff.” 

You held out your drink just as fast as Maria did, Joel joining shortly after, and once all of your cups had been sufficiently spiked, Joel was surprised to hear the other man clear his throat and ask everyone to raise their cups. “What’s this, Tommy? I thought it was Maria’s turn to -”

“Told him he could have this one.” Maria’s voice was quiet, and he watched her slip one arm around Tommy’s waist, tucking herself under his arm. “Go ahead, Tommy.”

You moved closer, and Joel watched as you raised your cup and then looked at him expectantly, not breaking eye contact until he’d lifted his hand an acceptable amount, too. They’re all in on this, whatever it is. 

“To another year in Jackson.” Tommy paused, glancing down and then back up, his eyes locking with Joel’s. “To the first Christmas with my brother in … too goddamn long.” He sucked a breath in, eyes widening, and Joel knew that you felt him stiffen, but the slow movement of your hand over his back never stopped, the motion soothing him even though Tommy’s words caught him off guard. “To all the things none of us ever thought would be possible again.” 

There was more that Tommy wanted to say, but Joel saw him falter, heard the tremble in his voice, and so with a single nod, he pushed his cup forward and clinked the edge of it with Tommy’s, you and Maria joining in before all four of you sipped the drinks. Shit, I wasn’t expectin’ that.

You took the cup from him without him having to ask, and once Maria had done the same from her husband, Joel moved forward and wrapped his arms around Tommy, hugging him as tightly as was possible through their thick jackets. Damn, I really wasn’t expecting this. They stayed locked in an embrace for a long time, Joel’s heart pounding, and when Tommy straightened up, he was barely holding his tears back, lips pressed together in a tight line. “Won’t be the last, Tommy.” 

“It better not be.” You cut in, leaning closer. “Kinda like having you around, Joel Miller.” I like being around. That was all it took - and Joel didn’t miss the silent acknowledgement Tommy shot you, or the way his chest rose and fell when he took a deep breath after taking his cocoa back from Maria. “We’ve got what, twenty minutes before this starts?”

“Yeah.” Maria checked the clock, nodding. “I’ve gotta give my little speech in about twenty, and then we pass out the presents.” She sipped her drink as the four of you walked closer to the tree, more people nodding hello as you passed. “And then the party starts. The little kids are gonna sing for us, so …” She trailed off, clearing her throat. “So we’ll see what happens.”  Smooth, Maria. 

You split off from them a minute later, tugging on Joel’s arm as you pulled him off in the direction of Ellie and her friends, but you stopped short of reaching them, the two of you taking a seat on a different bench. “Just wanted to give you a minute, Joel. After the Ellie hug and Tommy’s toast, I thought … well, I thought you needed it.” You put your hood down before turning your head to look at him. 

“I do.” He leaned in, lips finding your temple. “Thank you.” You didn’t say anything in reply, but you did lay your head down and against his shoulder … and despite the fact that Joel wasn’t used to being so open with affection in public, he had to admit that with you, it was growing on him. 

— 

The time that the two of you had sitting on the bench was cut short when Ellie ran up, Dina and Jesse in tow. She stood in front of you, her hands on her hips. “Can we stand together?” She wet her lips. “For the presents, I mean?” 

“Of course, Ellie.” The words rumbled through him, and even with the layers separating you, you could feel his chest moving, the man nodding at the girl. 

You loved seeing them together - loved watching as their relationship changed in front of your eyes, and even though the moments earlier had been difficult, they were proof that being in Jackson was the right thing for both of them. They could still be out there. Still be … alone. He would have taken care of her, you were certain of it, but you knew what could happen, and that you didn’t want to even entertain the thought of it happening to them. 

Making your way over to where the crowd was gathered, you took your places near the front, Joel’s hand holding yours tightly, Ellie on his other side. Dina and Jesse stood close, the three teenagers talking quietly between themselves. 

As you scanned the crowd, you were struck again with how normal things felt - and even though it was only for one night, it made you smile. There were still people guarding the walls, still people out on patrol - even more ready and waiting to spring into action on a moment’s notice … but inside the walls of Jackson, you could forget about that for a few hours here and there. And we do. And it’s what keeps us … going. 

Squeezing Joel’s hand tighter as Maria moved to stand in front of the tree, Tommy a few feet away with his hands behind his back, you grinned at your friend, giving her a nod. “She’s going to make this short, Joel. She hates public speaking.” 

“Not as much as my brother.”  Joel snorted, the sound quiet. “No way.”

Maria opened her speech by thanking everyone for coming and making a few general announcements - that snow removal duty lists were posted in the community center, that hours would be changing in some of the stores to coincide with the colder days and decreased amount of light, that the food pantry was going to be freshly stocked early in the new year, and that typical amounts of things were expected. 

You were used to these announcements, and so while she spoke, you watched Joel, the man taking it all in with a look of surprise on his face - which you understood. You’d heard about Boston and rationing from Tommy. You understood shortages and fighting for supplies - and you’d only had to do it for two years while Joel and Tommy had done it for many. Just another thing to love about this place, Joel. 

You gripped his hand tighter, Maria’s words changing into the holiday portion of the night. She reminded everyone that while the Christmas tree was the focal point of the celebration, it was not the only winter holiday that the residents of Jackson celebrated - and that the night was meant to honor those traditions too, both through food and other decorations that were placed around the plaza. “And it doesn’t matter what holiday you’re celebrating, there’s never a bad time for a present, right kids?” 

A chorus of cheers erupted around you, and like many of the people in the crowd, you clapped and laughed along with them. Maria thanked you by name along with the others that had acted as Santa’s elves to make sure everyone’s wishes were granted, and at that, Joel released your hand and wound an arm around your shoulders, pulling you as close as he could while Ellie leaned forward and beamed at you. “It’s no big deal,” you whispered, cheeks burning. “I just like doing it.” 

“It is a big deal and you know it.” He murmured the words into your ear, voice low. “Take some credit for once.” Alright. Agreeing with a nod, you settled back into place as Maria called out names a few at a time, the children of Jackson walking up to take their gifts from her. 

Ellie, Dina, Tara and Jesse were called as a group, and you caught the surprise in her eyes as she turned back to face you. “I didn’t ask for -”

“Go.” Gesturing with your chin, you winked. She made her way to the front of the crowd and took the box from Maria, stepping back to where you and Joel were standing, her lower lip caught firmly between her teeth. 

“You gonna open it?” Joel shifted on his feet, curiosity in his tone. “Probably should. It is a -”

“Yeah, I’m…” She frowned. “This is my first ever Christmas present, so …” It made your heart thump in your chest, and while she was focused on the gift in her hands, you and Joel shared a look, a quick shake of your head enough to keep him from speaking. You both had gifts for her to open on Christmas morning, but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. “Who’s it from?”

“Think of it as being from Jackson, Ellie. It’s not from one specific person.” You leaned forward. “But I did pick it out.” That was all it took, the girl tearing open the paper to reveal a brightly colored box, one hand pulling the lid off while the other held it steady. 

“Oh, cool!” She grinned up at you, the smile wider than you’d ever seen it on her face. “Art supplies? This is …” She swore under her breath, looking down at what she held in her hands. “Pens and pencils? New notebooks?” She went quiet, staring into the box, and when she looked up at you, it took everything in you to keep your composure. “Thank you. Thank you so much, I… damn this is cool.” 

“You’re welcome, Ellie.” Reaching over, you squeezed her shoulder. “Just make sure you have fun using them, alright?” The girl assured you that she would and then turned around to show Dina and her other friends her present, the four of them talking excitedly about what they’d received. “That went well.”

“You made her night.” He turned to face you, setting his hands on your shoulders. “Thank you.” 

“Of course. Anything to make her smile.” He stared at you for a few seconds and then leaned in, kissing you on the forehead. “What was that for?”

“I’m gonna have to leave you here for a little while. I hope that’s alright.” He stepped backwards, watching you with slightly narrowed eyes. “Stay here with Ellie?” 

“Where else would I go?” He didn’t say anything, turning away from you and stopping next to the girl, leaning over to say something into her ear. You watched with curiosity, and when Ellie stepped next to you again a few seconds later, her eyes bright with excitement, you knew that something was up. “What’s going on, Ellie?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off, opening the box she held again and pulling one of the notebooks out. “What should I draw first? I thought maybe I could go to sketch the horses in the stables, but I’ve already done that, and …” 

She was distracting you and you knew it, but you let it happen, inching closer to the girl and suggesting a few other things for her to draw - the mountains, the town square, some of the people in Jackson, Ellie jotting down a few ideas on the first page. “You know, it’d be easier for you to hold that if you put everything else in your bag.” You tapped her on the back. “Why did you bring this anyway?” 

“I didn’t know how long we’d be out and I wanted a place to put my gloves and hat so I wouldn’t lose them.” She glanced up at you. “Habit, I guess.” That makes sense. “Will you help me?” You nodded, unzipping her backpack and then taking the box from her, leaving the girl holding only the notebook and a pencil. As you tucked the box into the empty pocket and zipped it, you heard the crowd cheering again, your gaze raising from her to the space in front of the tree - where Joel was standing, holding his guitar, Tommy and Maria next to him. “Surprise.” 

 “Ellie, what -” You watched as the younger kids began to make their way toward the front of the crowd, Tommy and Maria talking to the second man, whose fingers were wrapped around the neck of the guitar, flexing every now and then. “Ellie, is he -”

“Just watch.” She pulled on your hand with one of hers, and you stepped through the crowd, too, breath caught around a lump in your throat. 

You’d heard him play before - the man’s nimble fingers strumming notes on his porch and at Tommy and Maria’s, occasionally joining in with his voice, too, but you’d never known him to play for more than a few people at a time. And nearly everyone’s here tonight. “We can’t do anything about the singing,” Maria started, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled. “But Joel’s agreed to play as a live backing track for a few of the carols tonight, if everyone’s alright with that.” 

The kids cheered and some of the adults - including Tommy and Maria - clapped, but it was Ellie’s whistle from right next to you that carried the loudest, Joel’s eyes snapping immediately to her - and then to you, his gaze focused but also a little smug. 

Maria slid the microphone into the stand and then lowered it, pushing it in front of Joel, who slung the guitar’s strap around his neck, getting it into position. 

The first notes rang out over the square - Jingle Bells - and the crowd immediately joined in. But you couldn’t take your eyes off of Joel, watching as he moved his fingers over the frets and strings without lifting his head, the crown of it - and his thick dark hair illuminated by the lights on the tree. For the first time in nearly 20 years, you didn’t join in with the carol singing, one hand lifted to cover your mouth instead. “Are you ok?” Ellie nudged you. “Is this a -”

“Ellie,” You turned your head as the song ended, Joel finally looking up and giving a single nod. “He’s here because of you right now.” She sucked in a breath as he started another song - Frosty the Snowman - the man lowering his head again as he played. “Remember that, OK?” 

“Yeah.” The girl sniffed and then nodded. “Yeah, he is.” You returned your attention to Joel, making note of the set of his shoulders and the way he didn’t fumble a single note, even in the cold. 

He played a couple more - short ones like We Wish You A Merry Christmas and Deck The Halls, and then took a pause, looking up and inhaling deeply. His eyes landed on you and you nodded, gloved fingers of one hand pressed to your lips. “This is gonna be my last one.” He cleared his throat, while still strumming, his voice audible through the mic even though it was quiet since it was positioned so low. “It’s about a reindeer named Rudolph.” 

The kids cheered again, and when Joel started playing the actual song, it didn’t take them long to nearly drown him out with their voices. About halfway through the song, you watched his fingers falter, though he caught himself almost immediately. But then, out of the corner of one eye, you watched as Tommy turned away, bringing one hand up to wipe beneath his eyes. What’s going on? 

Joel finished the song and then pulled his hand away from the strings, fingers curling into a loose fist, and you watched as he steadied himself by taking a deep breath, chin still tucked to his chest. The rest of the crowd was busy clapping and cheering, so they didn’t see Joel raise his hand in the same motion as Tommy - but you did - and so did Ellie. The girl said your name and you turned toward her, uncertain. “Why is -”

“I have no idea, Ellie. I’ll go find out though.” She glanced down at her notebook - a quick sketch of a man and a guitar visible on the page - and then back at you. 

“OK. Let me know if he needs anything. I’m gonna go and work on this.” Telling her you would, you made your way toward where Joel had moved off to, partially out of view next to the tree, Tommy close by. 

You didn’t want to interrupt, but when you heard what your best friend’s husband had to say, you didn’t need to. 

“Haven’t heard you play that in 20 years. Not since the last Christmas with Sarah.” 

— 

He’d almost made it through - almost, but then his fingers had started playing Rudolph, and he hadn’t been able to stop them. It hit him harder than he’d expected, the familiar notes coaxed out with the picking of his fingers, and even though he’d heard the crowd singing along, he hadn’t really heard them, the memory of Sarah and Tommy’s voices joining his in front of a well-lit Christmas tree in a previous life had been all that he could focus on. 

He took a moment when the song ended, catching his breath, and then nodded once at the crowd before he headed for the side of the tree and found Tommy standing there, the man’s eyes rimmed with red. “Fuck, Joel.” 

“Yeah. I know.” There was nothing else to say, and so he waited, pulling the guitar from around his neck and gripping the neck of it as he held it by his side. 

“Haven’t heard you play that in 20 years. Not since the last Christmas with Sarah.” 

He heard your gasp at Tommy’s words, and when both men looked your way, Joel’s chest got tight at the sight of your expression - eyes wide and your body rigid. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.” 

“You’re not.” Joel spoke, taking a half step toward you. “Not even close.” You moved toward him and though you were hesitant, you reached for his hand, Joel looking down as you took it. For once, your hand looked bigger than his, encased in the thick gloves you wore, and it made him smile, though the expression was gone only a few moments after it appeared. “Tommy’s right, though. Used to play Christmas songs for us after we opened presents. Rudolph was … was her …”

“It was her favorite.” Tommy cleared his throat, moving closer, and Joel only nodded again, fighting back tears. “So Joel always played it last because he knew she’d go nuts adding in all the little … whatta you call them? The extras?” He laughed. “Like a lightbulb and like Monopoly?” 

“We used to do that, too. Right after ‘Santa came to say’ it was always the biggest, loudest ‘ho ho ho’, and -”

“Yeah.” Joel interrupted, tightening his hold on your hand. “It was.” 

“It was good to hear it again, big brother.” Tommy cleared his throat and reached out, clapping a hand on Joel’s arm. “Real good.” He pointed with his free hand at the front of the tree, where the crowd had started singing again, led by Maria and a few of the other women. “But I’m gonna go sing with my wife now, if that’s alright.” Yeah. Yeah, it is. 

He nodded in reply, and when Tommy had brushed past you, telling you to have a good night, it was just the two of you left - and he didn’t know what to say. You knew about Sarah. You knew what losing her had done to him, and you never pushed him to talk more than he wanted to about her. But tonight, I want her to. I want her to … “Did you sing for her, Joel?” Still holding his hand, you led him over to the bench next to his guitar case. “Not just for Christmas, but … when you played?”

“I did.” It was the right question - and one that he was more than happy to answer, Joel nodding as he zipped up the case. “Started out when she was little - I’d sing her nursery rhymes, the ABCs… all of those. When she got older, we’d sing songs on the radio together. She could play a little by the time she was eight or nine, and it was…” He sat back up, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of one hand. “It was nice to have somethin’ we both liked.” 

“You took her to concerts, right?” He nodded. “Bet that was fun.” 

“It was.” He looked up, the clouds all but gone and the moon and stars shining brightly. “We’d try to go to one every time a band she liked came through Austin. Took her to see shows at the fair sometimes, too.” 

“I miss the fair.” You leaned your head against his shoulder, sighing. “All that food? The games?” That got a short chuckle out of him, Joel nodding as he rested his cheek on the top of your head. “Who was her favorite?”

“Can’t remember the name now. Something Drops. Was the last show we saw together before it all happened.” It was easier to talk with you about Sarah than he thought it would be, but even though that was the case, he felt his breaking point rapidly approaching. “Sorry I didn’t tell you about tonight. I didn’t know … I didn’t want to get your hopes up and then back out last minute.”

“It’s fine. I’m really glad you played. It was nice to see. And hear.” The crowd was beginning to disperse, everyone breaking away from the main tree and heading for the booths that surrounded it, and Joel figured that it wouldn’t take long for Ellie to find the two of you. 

You shivered next to him and Joel hummed your name, waiting until you sat up to look at him. “There anything else to stay here and see?” 

“Not really, no. People are going to start heading home soon. It’s cold as shit, and once the singing’s done, it’s just socializing.” 

“We should get going then.” He looked down, eyes on his guitar case. “Want to get this back into the house.” He stood and reached out to take your hand but you surprised him, bending down and grabbing the strap of the case, rising to your feet and sliding it over one shoulder. “I can carry that.”

“I’ve got it, Joel.” He opened his mouth to protest, but you shook your head, giving him a soft smile. “Let’s go find Ellie.” 

— 

Two hours later, the three of you were back at his house, Ellie tucked into her garage for the night and you sound asleep in his bed. But even though he’d taken you to bed - the sex slow and gentle, more roaming hands and lingering mouths than anything else, Joel was wide awake. 

So he slipped out of bed, kissing your temple and coaxing a quiet sigh from your lips before he turned the space heater on and headed downstairs, pulling his boots and jacket back on. His guitar was leaning against the wall in his entryway and he grabbed that, too, carrying it onto the porch and lighting the lantern before he sat down. 

He plucked a few notes once he was settled, but his eyes were trained forward - the man staring out at the street in front of him, on the single light in the neighbor’s upstairs window, and then, finally, on the stars again, his fingers picking up speed as he continued to play. 

The notes carried out into the still night air, and even though he wasn’t playing anything in particular, Joel felt himself relaxing, the weight of the emotion from playing in front of the town and playing Sarah’s song bleeding out of him. 

He wasn’t surprised when, a few minutes later, he heard the door open and you stepped out onto the porch, blanket wrapped around your shoulders. “Didn’t mean to wake you.

“It’s alright.” Shrugging, you lowered yourself onto the railing, bracing your back on the support beam. “Unless you’d rather I go back inside.” 

“No.” He played another note and then pulled his hand away, raising it to scratch the back of his neck. “No, stay.” 

And you did, leaning back and staying quiet, content to listen to Joel strumming the guitar in the frigid darkness. He was content, too, the man humming under his breath as he played, the creaking of the rocking chair he sat on quiet enough so that the music drowned it out. 

But when he switched to a different song and started singing along as he played, he heard your sharp intake of breath, watching the way you leaned forward as he brought his gaze in from the horizon to meet yours. 

It wasn’t one that he played often - and because he’d wanted to keep things short and sweet for the kids earlier, he’d only practiced it a few times after finding the Christmas sheet music he’d used to refamiliarize himself with the songs. But it was one of his favorites, and it seemed natural to play it that night. Especially for her. 

He wasn’t the best singer - and he knew it - but you didn’t seem to mind as you listened, head tilted to one side and your eyes closing briefly as he reached the first chorus, your smile growing from a small one into one that overtook your face. Is this really all it takes? All I need to be… 

When he paused between verses to take a breath, you stood, keeping your eyes on him, and Joel found himself unable to look away. I don’t want to. He stumbled over the notes but you didn’t seem to notice, leaning back against the wood again as you resituated the blanket, drawing it tighter around yourself. 

He finished the second verse and then started another chorus but stopped abruptly, setting the guitar down and standing, taking the two steps it took him to reach you. “Joel, wh-” You breathed out the words, unable to do much because of the way the blanket was wrapped around you, and let him tip your chin up, mouth opening slightly in surprise. 

“I know I’m not the easiest person to be around.” He stroked your lower lip with his thumb, frowning. “And I know I drive you an’ Ellie crazy sometimes.”

“You do.” You winked at him, Joel scoffing and blowing out a puff of air, his breath visible, even in the low light. “But we don’t mind.” 

“Good. I hope it stays that way.” Leaning in, he kissed you, his eyes finally closing as your mouths met. You stretched your arms out and enveloped him in the blanket with you, the pressure of your hands on his upper back pulling him in even closer. 

It was unbelievable to him that a mere 8 months earlier, he hadn’t known you, and as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips and into your waiting mouth, he groaned at the realization that whatever he felt about the timeframe of your relationship, you likely did too.”We should go inside, Joel. It’s freezing out here.” 

You spoke against his cheek, but Joel didn’t move toward the door, instead winding both arms around your body and hugging you tightly, keeping you rooted to the spot you stood in. “I think I can warm you up.” He sighed, kissing you again. “In fact, I know I can.” 

The truth was that he was in no hurry to move - and for a man that had spent two decades of his life constantly looking over his shoulder and thinking three steps ahead, it was a drastic - but welcome - change for him. 

He felt it then, the thing that had been slowly growing inside him over the previous few months threatening to spill from his lips. Oh, shit. As he stared at you, again focused on the look in your eyes, he saw it in them, too - though he knew that you were reluctant to admit it. Because she thinks it’ll scare me. 

And it did - it terrified him, after so long of keeping everyone at arm’s length - including Tess - for the sake of ease. But as the two of you made your way back into the house, Joel grabbing the guitar along the way and you locking the door behind you, he understood that the terror he felt was a very different kind than he was used to. And it feels… good.

You both headed up the steps and back into the bedroom, Joel stopping to turn off the space heater before he climbed in next to you. “C’mere.” You rolled toward him and he pressed his forehead against yours, holding you like that. I think I’m fallin’ in love with you the same way you’re fallin’ in love with me. But what came out was something else - not quite as revealing, but still just as meaningful. “Can’t wait to spend Christmas with you. Didn’t think it’d be like this again.” 

“Yeah, well…” You kissed him, then, your mouth lingering on his, and he knew that he was right - that despite all of his previous objections and promises to do everything to protect himself, he did love you. An’ she loves me, even if we can’t say it yet. “You’re stuck with me, Joel.” 

He laughed, the sound little more than a quiet huff, but it was interrupted by you pushing him onto his back and staring down at him, the smile still on your lips. Alright. This I can … this I can do. “Gonna let me warm you up now?” With a single nod, your mouth descended again, covering his. 

—

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[anarchosimdicalist]

Jenny Lau for @rainymoodlet's Rock of Love BC

Name: Jenny Lau Age: 40 (adult) Gender: Trans woman Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Bisexual Career: Freelance Photographer Likes: Gardening, any music with shouting in it, getting into extensive debates about things she cares about, weird little trinkets, woodwork, lentils, her bicycle (named Laura). Dislikes: Formalities, most technology except cameras, people who value their career over anything else, oil companies, pessimism, overly sweet food, holiday music, cops. Traits: Hot-headed, Maker, Green Fiend.

Background:

The music scene in Jackson Roth's hometown was small but lively. In the early days of Iron Revival they shared the same few dingy pub venues with the same few groups of young people with big dreams, weighed down by second- or third-hand instruments. One such group was a gloriously shitty hardcore punk band by the name of Tooth Decay, their lead guitarist a withdrawn, angry kid who, at the time, didn't have that much of an opinion on Iron Revival one way or the other, but was a staple at their shows if only for the atmosphere and cheap booze.

But while Iron Revival shot right out of their home town and into successful music careers, Tooth Decay... well, decayed. Their bassist moved towns, and the more the remaining members tried to paper over the hole left behind, the more they descended into petty fighting instead. After one fateful band practice ended in the three of them physically brawling, they all agreed to go their separate ways. The backup guitarist found a different band, the drummer called it all quits and got a full-time job instead, and the lead guitarist was left aimless.

But time went by, and the sad teenage boy who used to play lead guitar for Tooth Decay grew up, found community, and eventually became a much happier adult woman. Jenny moved around a lot, from city to city, punk scene to punk scene, civil disobedience to civil disobedience. She started and ended a few other bands, but became content to watch the next generation of punks take over - though she kept writing songs in her own time. Iron Revival's success where Tooth Decay had spectacularly failed bothered Jenny for all of five minutes, but getting to brag that they once shared what could loosely be referred to as a “green room” back in the day made it worth it. On hearing about Jackson's new show, she thought it would be funny more than anything. Certainly, she doesn't expect him to recognise her - a lot has changed in the last 20 years or so, after all.

Nowadays, Jenny lives a patched-together, eclectic life in Moonwood Mill. She grows most of her own food and does a little freelance photography just to get by. She spends more time outside than in and likes collecting things, her little trailer less of a home and more of a museum of random shit she's found or made. She knows at least a handful of punks in every city from here to Evergreen Harbour and a good few besides, so whether you need a lock picking, a roof fixing, or some help with your house plants, chances are she knows a guy. She's not one to be fucked with, but she's generally a chill person if you don't get on her bad side.

Fun Facts:

Has been arrested at least a few times, all for various acts of protest.

Good with children. Wants kids of her own but so far it's never really happened.

Besides guitar, she can sing very well. Tooth Decay had no lead singer, but the four of them all taking turns.

Horrendous with any other kind of technology, but could tell you a lot about bike repair or extremely specific camera models from the 60s.

Pretty good cook but can't follow a recipe to save her life.

[borhapparker]

💋 - love letter for Joel with the prompt of meet cute gone wrong. Hopefully takes place in Jackson. Thank you and congratulations!

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Jackson had been your refuge since the first time you encountered Maria and Tommy while searching for a safe place to spend the night. While they hadn't meant to pop in and disturb you, they were glad to find someone else they could invite into their newfound land.

While reluctant at first, there had been a lot of trust to gain, and Maria was a little harder to crack than Tommy. After weeks of working hard and observing their leadership in Jackson, you managed to prove to her your loyalty and trust, breaking that outer exterior she built around her, as you considered her family.

They knew you inside and out, sometimes making you feel like they knew you better than you knew yourself. But this wasn't always the case, and it somehow made you concerned when they forgot you never wanted to share a home with other people. Especially people that popped into your home with no warning.

While making repairs one day to your home, the one Tommy and Maria had let you choose for yourself, the front door had creaked open. Freezing, a chill crept up your spine, as you placed your tools down, before slowly heading to the door.

"Woah, Joel, this house is huge!" a girl's voice exclaimed as her voice bounced off the walls.

"It is a nice house, I guess."

There's two of them?

Placing your back to the wall, you hid from plain sight, wanting to hear them before they see you.

"Do I finally get a room to myself?" she asked as you heard the other person sigh.

"Yeah you can, Ellie." you heard them place their things down before the person sighed again. "S nice, gonna take some getting used to."

You slowly rounded the corner, a hammer in your hand from the box of tools you had at your feet. Just a precaution.

Quickly heading to the living room, where the voices were now located, you reached the unknown person, grabbing them in a slight chokehold with the hammer held next to their temple.

"Don't move." you threatened, as the person stiffened, before the girl, who you could now place a face to, pulled out her knife.

"Let him go," she threatened, as you smirked, "Or.."

"Or what? I have the upper hand here."

"Ellie, listen to her, drop the knife."

The girl relunctantly listened, dropping the knife on the ground and putting her hands up.

"Now, who are you guys and how did you get in my house?"

Ellie, the girl in front of you, tilted her head, both confused and angry.

"This is our house, what are you doing with a hammer?"

You sighed, "Fixing my house. If you guys didn't tell, it's inhabited already. So move on."

Pushing the man out of the chokehold, he stood next to Ellie, both of them now as confused as you were, none of the information they gave making sense.

"Who led you to this place?" you asked, lowering the hammer as they put their arms down.

"Tommy did, he said we could live here."

You shouted angrily, swinging the hammer as it stuck into the wall, before you stormed out, noticing Tommy across the way in his yard. "Tommy! Get the fuck over here, now!"

He turned, eyes wide, a slight smirk on his face before trudging over. "Y/n, everything okay?"

"No! Everything is not okay! Why the fuck would you give two random people my house to live in when we decided that was my place! I told you guys I don't like sharing!"

Tommy crossed his arms, "Maria and I decided you needed some company. Joel and Ellie came today and they need a place to stay. So they will be staying under the same roof. Besides, you have four rooms in that house, you can share."

Fucking Tommy and Maria messing with my shit.

"Fine." you sighed, crossing your arms.

Turning around, you paused, noticing Joel and Ellie watching the exchange from the patio, both arms crossed over their chest.

"Who are they anyway?"

Tommy smiled, exchanging a glance with the two strangers on your patio before turning to you, "That's my brother Joel, and her adoptive daughter Ellie."

Dropping your arms from in front of your chest, your eyes widened. "You're fucking with me."

He shook his head, smiling. "Nope. So play nice."

Walking to the patio, you pointed a finger at Joel, "We are not sharing a bed. Or a room."

"Fine by me." he shrugged, a slight smirk on his face.

At least he gave me a good-looking guest. Maybe he'll prove to be useful in fixing the house.

[write-r-die]

Man's World - Part 5

Masterlist

I'm in a writing mood lately and I'm choosing not to question it. This is a bit of a filler chapter before the real action starts.

We walk toward the edge of camp, where trucks, buses, and shipping containers are arranged into a sort of perimeter wall. Most people at least nod to Miss Ally in greeting; the soldiers all greet her by name - most with the reverence with which they’d greet a military commander (the Boss).

The tents become sparser the further from the center of camp we move until we approach the double-ring of trucks, RVs, trailers, and shipping containers that mark the perimeter of camp - a makeshift wall for our little city, designed as much to keep August’s people in as it is to protect from outsiders.

There are gunmen on the roofs of some of the massive vehicles. Somewhere nearby, Depeche Mode is playing on a crank radio.

“Sy!” Miss Ally calls out as we approach a loose group of soldiers.

The biggest one turns our way. “Miss Ally.” He walks in our direction. He’s tall and muscular and has cropped brown hair and a vigorous beard. Judging by his bearing, he’s some hybrid of a football player, a Navy Seal, and a frat boy at an old Southern university.

As he comes closer, I think I recognize him, but I would have remembered someone looking like that. Probably some weird side effect of the concussion.

“Sy,” Miss Ally says again when he’s in front of us. Didn’t Stiva mention someone named Sy?

He pushes his sunglasses up, resting them on the top of his head. He looks even more familiar now. “Good morning, Miss Ally. What can I do for you?”

“I’d like you to put this young lady to work in one of the stock trucks.”

Sy crosses his arms over his chest as he takes stock of me. “You the one that shot at the Boss during the last raid?”

“Mm-hmm,” Miss Ally says.

Sy nods. “Good. Keep him on his toes.” He extends a large, rough hand. “Syverson.”

I take it and shake once before letting it drop. “Lilah.”

He turns and starts walking without giving me any warning first and I nearly have to run to catch up.

“You pregnant or something?” he asks once we’ve cleared the densest part of camp.

“What?”

“I’m trying to figure out why August hasn’t killed you, since you tried to kill him.” 

August, he said, not the Boss.

“I think he just wants to sleep with me.”

Syverson gives me a quick once-over. “That tracks.” 

It hits me then – who it is that he resembles.

“Are you and August related?”

Syverson glances at me again. “Cousins.”

It’s not that they look similar, exactly, though the likeness is uncanny - the only tangible differences that I can see are that Syverson is slightly more muscular and August’s hair is a little darker. Their demeanors are entirely different, enough that it counteracts the physical resemblance. 

I have the urge to explain all this to him, but an image of Jack’s bored, disinterested face flashes before me, and I decide against it.

We head to the outskirts of camp, where lorry trucks, RVs, U-Hauls, buses, campers, and even a handful of humvees have been arranged in a double-ring that encompasses the whole camp in a makeshift border wall designed as much to keep our people in as it is to keep strangers out.

Depeche Mode is playing from a crank radio beside one of the gunmen keeping watch atop a lorry. A couple of mechanics are cursing  as they attempt to repair a busted solar panel atop an RV. There are a few mean-looking dogs on chains scattered about. 

Syverson isn’t sure exactly what he wants me to do yet so he sort of just turns me loose. 

They don’t seem to mind me wandering between the vehicles and investigating what’s inside. School buses packed with books - school books in one, historical nonfiction in another. One of them is just for children’s books, stuffed with multiple copies of Bunnicula and Percy Jackson and even Twilight. 

There are a few “lady trucks” as the soldiers call them, packed with enough pads, tampons, and menstrual cups to last all the women in camp at least a year. It’s kind of nice, in a weird way, that they thought to stock up on period products. I doubt it was August’s idea, but the trucks’ very existence is proof that the powers that be do care about women’s wellbeing. Kind of. 

Guards linger near the more important vehicles, the ones that house “valuables,” which I assume means medical supplies and ammo and such. I don’t ask for details or to look inside; they’d say no if I did anyway. 

I’m poking around in a school bus that has coincidentally been turned into one of several makeshift libraries, when August Walker shows up.

“Bossman!” somebody calls, drawing everyone’s attention. The men all straighten up where they’re standing. They don’t salute as he walks past but they do dip their heads in respect as he goes by. Almost like bowing. Almost like he’s a king.

I hate how my heart thumps as he comes close enough for me to make out his features. I’m disgusted at his behavior this morning and for his general dickishness last night but Miss Ally is right. I’m attracted to him. There’s no use denying it.

Syverson steps closer to him and they start talking. I can’t hear very well but the gist of the conversation comes through. He wants to pack up camp by the end of the week. It’s time to move on.

I creep to the front of the bus toward the open door to so I can hear better while doing my best to stay out of sight.

“The place is dried up,” August says to Sy.

The others are listening like me but pretending that they aren’t – also like me. 

“We’ve gotten anything and anyone that could possibly be of use,” August continues. “We’ll do one last sweep through the suburbs tomorrow night.”

“How many guys do you want?” Sy asks.

“Five. It’ll just be escort duty while a couple of Miss Ally’s people poke around. I’ll lead myself.” And then he raises his obscenely large hand, finger pointed right at me though he doesn’t turn to look. “You’re coming too,” he tells me. 

Syverson looks my way, even though his cousin does not. He gives me another once-over.

“Me?” My voice is nightmarishly shrill. How the fuck did he even know I was here? Did he plant a tracker on me while I was asleep or something? “I’m – I won’t be of any use. I thought we established that.”

“You’ll have to earn your keep somehow,” August drawls. “You’ve chosen not to take advantage of the easier option, but if you change your mind, it’s still on the table.”

Syverson tamps down a smirk, raising his eyebrows as he turns to see my reaction.

I can feel my ears heating with the force of my anger. My first thought is, how can I inflict the same harm on him that he has inflicted on me? My second thought is how embarrassing this is for him to say in front of his men. And then I think that I hate all fucking men, but especially this one.

“You must be around a lot of women that will settle for substandard men,” I finally say.

I see eyes widening and smirks growing on the soldier’s faces but they keep trying to pretend that they aren’t listening – except for Sy, who grins and swivels back to his cousin to see his retort.

August is smirking slightly as I step out of the bus and start walking back towards the center of camp. As I brush by him, August murmurs, “If you want proof of what I can do, I’ve got no shortage of witnesses.”

That just pisses me off.

That night, I dream of August. Of myself in that other woman’s position. I wake up sweating and wet and frustrated with myself. How am I going to get through this supply run?

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Talking it Over- HRC column

Hillary’s weekly column: 21st January 1997 Inauguration Day for Bill and me ended early Tuesday morning after a whirlwind tour of 15 Inaugural Balls. We arrived at the White House around 2 a.m. exhausted but exhilarated. We were also famished. We hadn't eaten since lunch and headed straight to the refrigerator in our private living quarters. As we ate leftovers from a family dinner Bill and I had missed earlier that night, we chatted and recalled our favorite moments of the day. It all began with a prayer service at the historical Metropolitan AME Church in Washington. I couldn't have thought of a better way to start Inauguration Day and the day honoring Martin Luther King Jr. 

As Bill prepares for another four years in office, he knows that he won't be able do his job alone. He needs his faith and people of faith to support him. The morning service, which brought together representatives from Christianity, Judaism and Islam, boosted the congregation's spirits and reaffirmed my belief that much more unites us than divides us. Friends from throughout Bill's life spoke and sang at the service. Bill Hybels, pastor of Willow Creek Community Church outside Chicago, spoke of the visits he and my husband have shared every month for the past four years, praying and talking together, strengthening their faith and building a friendship. Jesse Jackson and Tony Campolo, an evangelist minister from Philadelphia, delivered sermons challenging us all to remember our obligations to the poor. And Jennifer Holiday closed the service with a rousing rendition of "Amazing Grace" that lifted the roof and our hearts. After the service, Bill and I returned to the White House, where we greeted congressional leaders who had come to escort Bill to the Capitol. As we drove to the Capitol, I looked out the window and saw people already staking out seats along the parade route. I also saw a few protesters, who reminded me of the greatness of our democracy and our right to disagree with each other openly and peacefully. It was cold and overcast as Chelsea and I took our seats with Tipper Gore and her children at the oath-taking ceremony. I held Bill's Bible open to a passage he had selected - Isaiah 58:12 - which he later used in his speech when he said we should all be "repairers of the breach." When he repeated his name after Justice Rehnquist, "I, William Jefferson Clinton," tears welled up in my eyes, and I thought I was going to cry. I felt proud and awed as I watched my husband walk toward the podium on the West Front of the Capitol, looking out toward the mall and the Washington monument. 

I had been worried about Bill's voice for three days. It had turned hoarse on Friday, and I had pleaded with him to stay in for the weekend. (I am known in my family as an incurable worrier.) But Monday, his voice was strong and clear. As Bill began his speech, the sun emerged from the clouds and bathed him in light. Chelsea and I were amazed by the weather's good timing. After the ceremony, we went to Statuary Hall, one of the most historic rooms in the Capitol for lunch with members of Congress. The menu was composed of dishes Thomas Jefferson served 200 years ago while he was in the White House. I sat between my husband and House Speaker Newt Gingrich (who, ironically, was seated to my left). Chelsea sat next to Strom Thurmond, who at 94 is still one of the Senate's greatest charmers. When Sen. Warner presented the President with the traditional gift of an already-framed picture of the morning's ceremony, I did not remember the same event occurring four years ago. Looking back, I realize I was too anxious and overwhelmed to take in the details of my husband's first inauguration. This time, I was much more relaxed and savored every moment. I was thrilled at the number of people who had come out on such a cold day to watch the inaugural parade. Bill, Chelsea and I walked the last few blocks to the White House. We saw familiar faces in the crowds and waved to them. Bill even caught sight of a man he had worked with on the Senate Foreign Relations Committee while he was a student at Georgetown University 30 years ago. The parade itself had everything from mariachi bands to polka dancers to gymnasts. I was especially pleased to see groups that I had personally invited, including Florida A&M's prized marching band and the Yelm, Wash., Elementary School Choir. The hardest part of the day was finding the energy to change into our formal wear for the evening's balls. I was afraid to nap between the parade and the balls for fear of not being able to get up. But before we knew it, Bill and I were in the motorcade, dropping in on one ball after the other and dancing to "Unforgettable." The energy of the people having a good time kept me going, even as my feet protested with every step. And when Bill and I returned to the White House, we realized we had carried all of the day's good feelings home with us.

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Roof Care: Simple Steps to Protect Your Home in Brooklyn and Queens

Hello, folks in Brooklyn and Queens! We all value our cozy corners and safe havens—our homes. And there's one unsung hero that deserves a bit more spotlight for keeping us snug and secure: our roof. Here’s a straightforward guide on maintaining your roof without any fuss, ensuring it continues to shelter you effectively.

The Big Deal About Roof Maintenance

Maintaining your roof isn't just about dealing with problems as they come. It's about prevention. Here’s what a well-maintained roof does for you:

Keeps the Weather Out: Your roof defends against rain, snow, and even the summer heat. A small compromise in your roof can lead to big problems inside your home.

Lowers Energy Costs: An intact roof is great for insulation. It keeps warm air in during the winter and out during the summer, helping to manage your energy bills more effectively.

Maintains Your Home's Value: A good roof is a huge plus if you ever decide to sell your home. It’s one of the first things inspectors and potential buyers check.

Prevents Costly Repairs: By addressing small issues now, you can avoid expensive repairs later. Regular maintenance helps extend your roof’s life.

Easy Roof Maintenance Tips

You don't need to be an expert to keep your roof in good shape. Here are some simple maintenance tips anyone can follow:

Visual Inspection: Twice a year (spring and fall are good times), take a walk around your home and look up at your roof. Check for missing, damaged, or worn-out shingles and any signs of sagging or uneven rooflines.

Clean the Gutters: Keeping your gutters clear is crucial. Blocked gutters can lead to water backing up and damaging your roof. Make it a routine to clean them out in the spring and fall.

Trim Tree Branches: If you have trees around your house, make sure no branches are hanging over your roof. They can scratch the roof materials or fall on the roof during storms, causing damage.

Deal with Moss and Mold: If you see green or black spots on your roof, that’s moss or mold, which can hold moisture and degrade roofing materials. You can clean these off or have a professional handle it for you.

Knowing When to Call the Professionals

Some tasks are best left to the experts, especially if:

The Damage Looks Serious: If you see extensive damage or areas that need major repair, it’s wise to call in a professional roofing contractor.

After Severe Weather: If there's been a major storm or extreme weather, get a professional to inspect your roof to ensure no hidden damage needs attention.

If You’re Unsure: Whenever you're in doubt about doing a roof task yourself, hiring a professional is the safest choice. They have the tools and the know-how to do the job safely and effectively.

Choosing the Right Roofer

Finding a reliable roofer is important. Look for someone with good reviews, proper certification, and clear pricing. A trustworthy roofer should be willing to explain their process and provide a detailed quote.

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Elevate Your Space with Professional Painting LLC: Your Trusted Painting Partner

Are you searching for top-notch painting services in Henry County and surrounding areas? Look no further than Professional Painting LLC! With over 25 years of industry experience, we're dedicated to transforming residential, commercial, painters near me and industrial spaces into stunning works of art.

Expertise You Can Trust

At Professional Painting LLC, painting isn't just a job – it's our passion. Our team of skilled professionals brings unparalleled expertise to every project, ensuring exceptional results that exceed your expectations. Whether you need interior or exterior painting, our attention to detail and commitment to quality shine through in every brushstroke.

Comprehensive Services

We offer a comprehensive range of painting and home improvement services to meet all your needs under one roof. From residential painting to commercial and industrial projects, we have the expertise and resources to handle it all. Our services include:

Residential Painting: Whether you're refreshing a single room or giving your entire home a makeover, our residential painting services will breathe new life into your space.

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Specialized Services: In addition to painting, we offer specialized services such as cabinet, deck, and drywall repair. Our skilled craftsmen have the expertise to restore and revitalize any surface, ensuring a flawless finish every time.

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Finding the Best Roofing Company in Jackson GA

Your roof is more than just a layer of protection; it's the shield that guards your home against the elements, keeping your family safe and secure. Maintaining or repairing this vital part of your house roofing company Jackson GA, is not just important but crucial.

Why Roofing Contractors Matter

Roofing is not just about fixing shingles or patching leaks; it's about ensuring the structural integrity of your entire home. A well-maintained roof enhances the aesthetic appeal and adds value to your property. Conversely, a poorly done job can lead to costly repairs and compromise the safety of your loved ones.

Expertise That Matters

The best roofing company in Jackson GA, brings expertise. Professional contractors have the knowledge and experience to accurately assess your roof's condition. They can identify underlying issues that an untrained eye might miss, preventing potential problems.

Moreover, reputable roofing contractors use high-quality materials and follow industry best practices during installations or repairs. This ensures durability and longevity, saving you from frequent maintenance hassles and expenses.

Safety First

Roofing projects can be risky, especially for those who need the proper training and equipment. Professional roofing contractors prioritize safety, both for their team and your property. They adhere to safety protocols, use protective gear, and have insurance coverage, giving you peace of mind in untoward incidents.

Compliance and Permits

Navigating local regulations and obtaining permits for roofing work can be daunting. The best roofing company in Jackson GA, handles all the necessary paperwork and ensures compliance with building codes. This saves you time and effort and prevents potential legal issues in the future.

Warranty and Guarantees

Reputable roofing contractors stand behind their work with warranties and guarantees. If any issues arise post-installation or repair within the specified period, they will rectify them at no extra cost. Such assurances reflect the confidence and reliability of a trusted roofing company.

Cost-Effectiveness in the Long Run

While it may be tempting to opt for cheaper alternatives, investing in a reputable roofing company ultimately proves cost-effective. Quality workmanship and durable materials translate to fewer repairs and replacements over time, saving you money and adding value to your property.

Customer Satisfaction Matters

A reliable roofing company values customer satisfaction. They communicate transparently, provide detailed estimates, and keep you informed throughout the project. Excellent customer service ensures a smooth and hassle-free experience, making you a satisfied client and a potential referral in the future.

Choosing Wisely

When selecting a roofing contractor in Jackson GA, consider factors such as experience, reputation, certifications, and customer reviews. Ask for references and examples of past work to gauge their expertise. Remember, the best roofing company may not always be the cheapest, but they offer value, reliability, and peace of mind.

Your roof is the crown of your home, and entrusting its care to the best roofing company in Jackson GA, is a decision you won't regret. From expert craftsmanship to unmatched customer service, they ensure that your roof looks great and stands strong against the test of time and weather. So, choose wisely, and let your roof be a testament to quality and reliability.

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Elevate Your Home: Choosing the Right Roof Replacement Company in Kalamazoo, MI, and Unveiling the Excellence of Jackson Roofing

Whether you're considering a roof replacement in Kalamazoo, MI, or exploring roofing services in general, making the right choices is crucial for the long-term protection and aesthetics of your home. Let's delve into the key considerations for selecting a top-notch roof replacement company Kalamazoo, MI, and explore the excellence of Jackson Roofing.

1. Roof Replacement in Kalamazoo, MI: A New Horizon for Your Home

Assessment and Planning: Begin the roof replacement journey with a thorough assessment and planning phase. A reputable roof replacement company in Kalamazoo, MI, should conduct a comprehensive inspection, consider your specific needs, and develop a tailored plan for the replacement project.

Material Options and Quality: Explore the material options offered by the roof replacement company. From asphalt shingles to metal roofing, ensure that the materials are of high quality, durable, and suitable for the climate in Kalamazoo. The right materials contribute to the longevity and performance of your new roof.

Local Expertise and Compliance: Choose a roof replacement company with local expertise. Local knowledge ensures compliance with regional building codes, understanding of climate considerations, and familiarity with the architectural styles common in Kalamazoo, MI.

2. Jackson Roofing: Exemplifying Roofing Excellence

Reputation and Experience: Jackson Roofing is recognized for its outstanding reputation and extensive experience. With a proven track record of successful roofing projects, they bring a wealth of expertise to ensure your roof replacement meets the highest standards.

Comprehensive Services: Beyond roof replacement, Jackson Roofing offers a comprehensive range of services, including roof repairs, inspections, and maintenance. Their versatility allows homeowners in Kalamazoo to rely on a single source for all their roofing needs.

Quality Craftsmanship: Jackson Roofing is synonymous with quality craftsmanship. The skilled professionals at Jackson Roofing ensure precision and attention to detail, guaranteeing that your roof replacement is executed with the utmost care and expertise.

Customer Satisfaction: Explore customer testimonials and reviews to witness the satisfaction of previous clients with Jackson Roofing's services. Positive feedback is a testament to their commitment to customer satisfaction and delivering exceptional results.

Conclusion: Embarking on a roof replacement project in Kalamazoo, MI, is a significant decision for your home. By selecting a reputable roof replacement company with local expertise, a range of material options, and a commitment to quality, you ensure that your investment contributes to the long-term durability and aesthetics of your home. Jackson Roofing, with its outstanding reputation and commitment to excellence, stands as a reliable choice for homeowners seeking top-tier roofing services in Kalamazoo.

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Professional Pressure Washing Services in Jackson, NJ: Restoring the Beauty of Your Property

Introduction

Maintaining the exterior of your property can be a challenging task, especially in Jackson, NJ, where the diverse climate can take a toll on buildings and surfaces. Over time, dirt, grime, mold, and mildew can accumulate, leaving your property looking dull and unattractive. Thankfully, professional pressure washing services in Jackson, NJ, offer a reliable solution to this problem. In this article, we will explore the benefits of hiring experts to perform pressure washing, discuss common applications, and shed light on the importance of professional services for your property's longevity.

1. The Power of Pressure Washing

Pressure washing, also known as power washing, is a highly effective cleaning method that employs high-pressure water jets to remove stubborn dirt, debris, stains, and pollutants from various surfaces. In Jackson, NJ, where properties endure the challenges of both hot summers and harsh winters, pressure washing is an essential service for maintaining the appearance and structural integrity of buildings.

2. The Benefits of Professional Pressure Washing Services

2.1. Restoring Curb Appeal

The exterior of your property is the first thing visitors and passersby notice. Over time, it accumulates dirt and grime, making it lose its appeal. Professional pressure washing services in Jackson, NJ, can restore the property's curb appeal by removing dirt, mold, mildew, and stains, making it look fresh and inviting.

2.2. Prolonging Longevity

Mold, mildew, and algae growth can cause structural damage to your property if left unchecked. Regular pressure washing by professionals can prevent these issues from deteriorating the building's exterior and extending its lifespan.

2.3. Enhancing Property Value

Whether you're planning to sell or rent your property, its appearance significantly impacts its market value. A well-maintained property with a clean exterior can fetch a higher price in the real estate market. Pressure washing services can be a cost-effective way to boost your property's value.

2.4. Preventing Costly Repairs

By removing contaminants that can cause damage to your property over time, professional pressure washing services can help you avoid costly repairs and maintenance in the long run. It acts as a proactive measure to protect your investment.

3. Common Applications of Pressure Washing

3.1. House Washing

Over time, your home's exterior can accumulate dirt, dust, mold, and mildew. Professional pressure washing can effectively clean various materials like vinyl, brick, stucco, and wood, restoring the shine and vibrancy of your home.

3.2. Deck and Patio Cleaning

Decks and patios are susceptible to dirt buildup, algae growth, and stains from fallen leaves or barbecue spills. Pressure washing can revitalize these outdoor spaces, making them inviting and safe for family gatherings and entertaining guests.

3.3. Driveway and Walkway Cleaning

Driveways and walkways can quickly become stained and slippery due to oil spills, tire marks, and dirt accumulation. Pressure washing can remove these stains, restoring safety and aesthetics to your property's pathways.

3.4. Roof Cleaning

Moss, algae, and debris can accumulate on your roof, compromising its integrity and reducing its lifespan. Professional pressure washing can remove these harmful elements, preserving your roof's condition and preventing potential leaks.

4. Importance of Hiring Professionals

While pressure washing might seem like a DIY task, it's essential to recognize the advantages of hiring professionals for the job.

4.1. Expertise and Equipment

Professional pressure washing companies in Jackson, NJ, have the experience, knowledge, and specialized equipment required to tackle various surfaces effectively. They understand the appropriate pressure levels and cleaning agents for different materials, preventing any damage to your property.

4.2. Safety Concerns

Using high-pressure equipment without proper training can be dangerous. Professionals are well-versed in safety protocols and can handle the machinery with care, ensuring a safe and accident-free cleaning process.

4.3. Time and Efficiency

DIY pressure washing can be time-consuming and labor-intensive. Hiring professionals saves you time and effort, allowing you to focus on other tasks while they quickly and efficiently restore your property's exterior.

Q: What is pressure washing, and how does it work?

A: Pressure washing, also known as power washing, is a cleaning method that uses high-pressure water jets to remove dirt, grime, mold, mildew, and other contaminants from various surfaces. The water is sprayed at high pressure, effectively dislodging and washing away the unwanted substances, leaving the surface clean and refreshed.

Q: What surfaces can be pressure washed?

A: Pressure washing is versatile and can be used on a wide range of surfaces, including but not limited to:

Vinyl and wood siding

Brick and stone walls

Concrete and asphalt driveways

Wooden decks and patios

Roofs (depending on the roofing material)

Fences

Sidewalks and walkways

Pool areas

Q: Is pressure washing safe for all surfaces?

A: While pressure washing is generally safe for most surfaces, it's essential to hire professionals who understand the appropriate pressure levels for different materials. High-pressure settings on delicate surfaces like wood or shingles can cause damage. Reputable pressure washing companies in Jackson, NJ, have the expertise to adjust pressure levels accordingly to protect your property.

Q: How often should I schedule pressure washing for my property?

A: The frequency of pressure washing depends on several factors, including the location of your property, climate, and the level of dirt and pollutants it encounters. As a general guideline, it's recommended to pressure wash your property once a year to maintain its appearance and prevent buildup of harmful substances.

Q: Can pressure washing remove tough stains and mold?

A: Yes, pressure washing is highly effective in removing tough stains, mold, mildew, and algae from various surfaces. The high-pressure water jets can dislodge and wash away even deeply ingrained contaminants, restoring the surface to its original condition.

Q: Is pressure washing eco-friendly?

A: Professional pressure washing services in Jackson, NJ, can be eco-friendly when they use environmentally safe cleaning agents and follow sustainable practices. Reputable companies are conscious of the impact on the environment and take measures to minimize any harmful effects while delivering exceptional results.

Conclusion

In conclusion, professional pressure washing services in Jackson, NJ, offer a range of benefits for property owners. From restoring curb appeal to preventing costly repairs, pressure washing is a valuable investment that contributes to the longevity and value of your property. By hiring experts, you can ensure a safe and efficient cleaning process, allowing you to sit back and enjoy the renewed beauty of your property. Don't hesitate to reach out to a reputable pressure washing company in Jackson, NJ, to transform your property and make it shine like new once again.

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Roofing is an necessary aspect of any building, protecting it from the elements and providing insulation to preserve a friendly indoor temperature. However, it can be challenging to know where to start later it comes to roofing. Here is a beginner's guide to roofing, whatever you dependence to know. Different Types of Roofing Materials The first situation to decide later it comes to roofing is the type of materials to use. alternating types of materials have alternating advantages and disadvantages, as a result it's important to decide what works best for your building and budget. Here are some of the most common types of roofing materials: Asphalt shingles: These are the most well-liked roofing materials in the US. They are durable, affordable, and come in a variety of colors and styles. Metal roofing: Metal roofing is becoming increasingly well-liked due to its durability and longevity. It can last stirring to 50 years or more, and is often made of recycled materials. Clay or authentic tiles: These materials are more costly than asphalt shingles or metal roofing, but they are also more durable and can last stirring to 100 years. They are also fire-resistant, making them a well-liked choice in areas prone to wildfires. Slate roofing: This is the most costly roofing material, but it is also the most durable and can last stirring to 200 years. It is also fire-resistant and low-maintenance. Factors to decide later Choosing a Roofing Material When choosing a roofing material, it's important to decide a few factors, including: Climate: alternating materials are enlarged suited for alternating climates. For example, metal roofing is great for areas later stifling snowfall, though clay or authentic tiles are ideal for areas later hot and abstemious climates. Style: The roofing material should get along with the style of your building. For example, asphalt shingles are great for traditional-style homes, though metal roofing is enlarged suited for modern-style homes. roofers leeds reroofing leeds leeds roofing repairs roofing repairs leeds roofers castleford https://commercialsecurityguardcompan767.blogspot.com/ https://commercialsecurityguardcompan767.blogspot.com/2023/03/commercial-security-guard-companies.html https://jacksonsroofingcontractors.blogspot.com/ https://jacksonsroofingcontractors.blogspot.com/2023/03/jacksons-roofing-contractors.html https://commercialsecurityguardcompan395.blogspot.com/

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Easy Roof Care for Brooklyn and Queens Homes: Keeping It Simple and Safe

Hey Brooklyn and Queens! Your roof is your home's first line of defense against the weather, but it doesn't have to be a headache to keep it in shape. Let's break down some straightforward tips for maintaining your roof and when to call in the pros for a little extra help.

Why Care About Your Roof?

Just like wearing a hat on a sunny day protects your head, taking care of your roof protects your entire home. Here's why you should keep your roof in good health:

Avoid Water Damage: Little leaks can become big problems fast, leading to costly repairs inside your home.

Save on Bills: A roof in good condition helps keep your home's temperature steady, cutting down on heating and cooling costs.

Boost Your Home’s Worth: Whether selling soon or in the future, a well-maintained roof adds curb appeal and value to your home.

Keep Everyone Safe: A damaged roof can be a hazard. Regular care helps keep everyone under your roof safe and sound.

Simple Steps to Maintain Your Roof

Taking care of your roof doesn’t have to be complicated. Here are some easy ways to help keep your roof in great shape:

Regular Checks: Take a walk around your house now and then, especially after big storms. Look up at your roof and check for missing shingles or other visible damage.

Clean Those Gutters: Full gutters can cause water to pool and damage your roof. Cleaning them out in the spring and fall can help keep things flowing smoothly.

Trim Overhanging Branches: Branches that hang over your roof can scrape against it and drop leaves that build up. Keeping trees trimmed back can prevent damage and reduce debris.

Keep an Eye on Moss: Moss might look quaint, but it can hold moisture against the roof, damaging materials over time. If you spot moss, it might be time for a closer look or a clean-up.

When to Call the Professionals

Sometimes, you need to bring in the experts. Here’s when to call a professional roofing contractor:

Significant Damage: If you see multiple areas of damage or large patches of missing shingles, it’s time for a pro.

After Severe Weather: If there’s been severe weather, even if everything seems okay, a professional can make sure there’s no hidden damage.

Safe Access: Roofs can be dangerous places. If you’re unsure or it’s unsafe to check something yourself, better to call in someone with the right tools and experience.

Why Trust Us for Your Roof Repairs?

Need a hand with your roof in Brooklyn or Queens? Here's why we're the right call:

Local Knowledge: We're familiar with the weather challenges and roofing styles in Brooklyn and Queens.

Straight Talk: We explain what needs doing and why in clear, simple language.

Quick and Reliable: We’re known for being on time and thorough, so you can get back to enjoying your home without worry.

Keep Your Home Covered, Comfortably

Remember, your roof is crucial, but taking care of it doesn't have to be stressful. With a little regular maintenance and help from knowledgeable pros when needed, you can protect your home easily and effectively.

If you’re noticing signs of wear on your roof or just want peace of mind that everything’s okay up there, give us a call. We’re ready to help keep your roof strong and secure!

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