#joelxtess

[cherryhead222]

Early Tess for y’all :)) (hbo cuz I also wanted to draw Anna)

I tried I hope you guys like it 🤍

I miss Tess rn…

[venturawriter]

I can only imagine that Outbreak!Joel was sweeter than we ever really got to see. He was guarded but he still cared, just never about his own feelings. He was quick to help and protect Tess when she was injured, being gentle with the gash on her cheek, trying to wrap her ankle with a bandage so that she didn't have to do it herself.

I'm sure, in the same way that Tess rolls into bed with him with tease, there were so many soft moments left without words. How many times did Tess not hold him after a rough day of working, him sitting at the table while she stood strong, holding his head against her stomach, because he just needed her presence to feel human again. He must've been the kind of man to hold on tight to her while she cooked, leaning down to rest his head against her shoulder, kissing her neck every now and then.

Or maybe Frank would make sure to put on slow romantic songs on the radio at night and somehow Tess and Joel would gravitate to each other and end up not really dancing, but just swaying with each other, just being alive together.

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[cherryhead222]

Me when I realize I have free will and I can make Tess smile again at least with my drawing skills❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I love drawing Anna Torv also I miss Tessa so much so this happened:)) This is for my Tess obsessed people 🫂 hope you like it pls tell me if you can even recognize her 😔🙏

[raffinit]

do you think you’ll ever write joel tess fics again?

behold

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It’s a balmy summer day like any other. The sluggish heat of the day wears on into the slow crawl of the evening; not quite sunset yet, though the cicadas are starting their lazy croon from somewhere in the reeds. They’re sitting together on the creaking porch swing, swaying idly in the humid breeze. She sits as she always does — with no respect for his personal space and her feet tucked up into his lap.

He never minds it, always huffs in that old man way of his even though he’s kneading at the soles of her feet like he can’t help himself.

She leans back against the lumpy cushioned backrest and takes a hit of the joint in her left hand — her breath hitched and stifled for a moment before she exhales in a slow hiss.

“So,” she says, passing the blunt to him, which he takes with some disdain. He never refuses, though. “Your birthday’s comin’ up.”

He stiffens beside her, graces her with a sidelong glare that tells her that she should’ve known better than to mention it. It’s always the same, but this time there’s something else in the chipped hazel of his eyes. He savours the puff; inhales and keeps it in for a moment as he turns the blunt this way and that between his fingers. He exhales somewhat sharply, and the smoke in his lungs makes his voice come like the thunder of a John Deere truck. “What about it?”

She shrugs. The smell of weed is sharp in her nose. She never did care for it, but it’s put a nice buzz to her, and she drops her head back against the swing as if bouldered down. “Just thought about gettin’ ya something.”

Joel huffs and takes another hit even though she knows he hates the taste. “I got everything I need.”

“Need, sure, but what about what you want?”

[raffinit]

Hello. Thirding the request for more Joel and Tess content. No one quite writes them like you.

You are IN LUCK, MY FRIEND

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24842422

[anne1marie]