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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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You peeked in on him, smiling when you noticed how he starfished all over the bed…he always was a bed hog, even if he denied it. His hair was a mess, mouth open slightly but for once he looked relaxed and comfortable. It was a rare sight to see, but you loved it so much. Popping into the room, you brushed a few rogue locks of hair out of his face before pressing a kiss to his cheek. He made a small sound, but didn’t stir further.

SPRAWLED OUT JOELLLLLL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SPRAWLED OUT JOEL SPRAWLED OUT JOEL SPRAWLED OUT JOEL NAUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRR STARFISH BOYYY

Ok i personally as an tshirt lover and cotton booty shorts enthusiast, support the tee shorts movement. Not everyone has to like it but yass purr slay *i* love them AHAHHAHA thats all HAHAAH

That was until you felt a strong, familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist. You yelped softly as he pulled you against his warm body and laughed, causing the sound to reverberate through his chest.

🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 ok but the strong arms from behind 🤨🤨🤨🤨 gurl what why are you acting like this is a plot twist who else did you think it was gonna be 👎👎 boo

Also joel LAUGHING 🤨🤨🤨🔪🔪🔪👎👎👎👎👎 MEGA boo

“Relax,” he whispered in your ear, voice low and husky, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine. You made a small sound as you became more pliable in his grasp, feeling like putty as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “maybe you should be more careful - listen better. Never know what or who could sneak up on you.”

You tacky as fuck shut up.... But ill give you a pass cos the shoulder kiss is cute

“There’s no one or anything I’m typically on the lookout for,” you turned around so you were facing him, a pout on your lips. Joel was tempted to kiss it away, “you don’t let me go outside very often.”

SO WHY WERE YOU SHOCKED GIRL MAKE IT MAKE SENSE ok i get it ur jittery sigh it be like that

“Yeah,” he nodded, his cheeks warming up at the tender look of affection on your face, “you mentioned that you’d always wanted one…”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 HELP WHAT A PUPPY UGHHHH HES SO GROSSSSSS HELLPPP MEEEEEEEEE

“I remember a lot,” he shrugged it off like it was no big deal, “and I like you a lot. So, here we are.”

🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 ITS GIVINGGGGGGG HIGH SCHOOLLLLL CRUSSHHHH HEELPPP

“Anything with you is perfect,” you insisted softly, “whether or not you believe it.”

“And I’m the romantic?” he tutted softly as you pretended to scowl at him, “baby.”

Yall corny as fuck

[sad single crying]

“Only if you’re willing to fully commit to this dance party.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THEY SUCH LOOOOSSSEERRRRSSSSSSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 CRYING

okay i got one for you 👀 joel and reader dancing in their kitchen to old records and ellie seeing them and teasing them then they all dance together and spend the night in

AN | How about a little found family fluff?Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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It wasn't often that you got some time alone with Joel. Sometimes it felt more you were passing ships in the night…or always surrounded by someone.

But this afternoon it happened to be just the two of you, not a single other person. It was almost too quiet. Which you’d complain about, if it hadn’t been for Joel’s soft snores sounding throughout the space. He was exhausted and you couldn’t blame him for taking advantage of a mid-afternoon nap on the rare occasion that it presented itself.

You were half tempted to join him in bed, but thought better of it, knowing that absolutely nothing would get down if both of you were napping. And there was always something to do.

You changed into some comfier clothes, sliding on a pair of shorts and an old shirt of Joel’s before padding into the kitchen to clean everything up. It wasn’t your favorite thing in the world, but you like the bit of normalcy it brought to life. Although you supposed that this, the current messy statement of the world, was normal now. It had been over twenty years and you’d stopped holding your breath for things to return to how they were. All you could do was make the best of it…Joel and Ellie helped a lot with that. You had no clue where you’d be without them.

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A few hours had passed and you’d gotten the space all neat and clean and were rummaging through the fridge for what to make for dinner.

“Joel!” you tried to make it sound like you were reprimanding him, but it felt flat and made him laugh even harder, “you’re a jerk! You could have given me a heart attack.”

“That is for your-”

“Safety,” you mocked, but there was nothing but reverent fondness lacing your tone, “I know, you worrywart.”

His expression was hard as he studied in silence for a few moments and you wondered if you’d done something wrong. But before you could ask, his face softened and he leaned in to pepper kisses across your face, which only caused you to giggle, the feeling of his beard tickling your skin. You felt his hand brush against yours, and took his hand, threading your fingers through his, “Joel.”

“C’mon,” he tugged on your hand gently, and started to back up towards the bedroom. You didn’t move for a moment and instead shook your head, both of you knowing that it wouldn’t take much for you to comply with him, “baby. You’re killing me here.”

“Dramatic much?” you snorted in amusement but gave in, letting him tug you along, “what would you ever do without me, Joel Miller?”

“Suffer,” he sounded so sure that you shook your head in amusement, “you don’t want me to suffer, right?”

“I dunno…”

“Alright, alright,” he huffed, gently nudging you onto the bed, “that’s enough out of you.”

You made yourself comfortable on the soft sheets that still smelled like him, that were still warm from him. You sighed softly as you looked at him, squealing as he perched himself over you, caging you in between his arms as he dipped his head down to kiss you. Okay, this wasn’t too bad at all.

Joel kissed you until you were both soft smiled and wild eyed. You put your hand on his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek as you looked at him sweetly. It was almost too much for him to bear; to feel so safe and loved.

“What are you thinking?�� he closed his eyes as he leaned into your touch, turning his face so he could press a kiss to your palm.

“Thinking about you should stay in bed with me-”

“What about - “

“It can wait,” he insisted quietly as you beamed at him. Honestly? You would never say no to him, “stay with me. Just for a little while…who knows when we’ll get the chance again?”

“Okay,” you pulled him back to your lips, “you’ve convinced me.”

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It was dusk by the time you’d stirred from slumber, still tangled up with Joel. You were curled into his body, his arm lazily draped over your waist and legs tangled together. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you stared outside the window at the pretty pinks and lavenders on the horizon. You cherished moments like these; the quiet, still ones that didn’t involve anything other than just being. It was a rarity these days.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered, dragging his lips along your shoulder. You hadn’t even realized he was awake. You were about saying something deep and sweet but then your stomach rumbled loudly throughout the otherwise quiet room.

“Thinking about how hungry I am and how it’s time to make dinner,” you laughed, the sound going straight to his heart as you pulled out of his grip. You grabbed your (his) shirt off the floor and slipped it back on as he lightly groaned, frowning at you, “calm down - it’s not like you’ll never see me shirtless again!”

“But I’d enjoy it now…”

“The sooner you help me make dinner, the sooner we can get back to bed-”

He was at your side before you could even finish what you were saying, which just caused you to laugh. His hands found purchase on your hips as he steered you towards the small kitchen. But before you could get to cooking anything he stopped you for a moment, “I have something for you.”

“What?” you asked in surprise and he nodded eagerly, “Joel, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know,” he trapezed towards the closet, digging through it for a few minutes before pulling something out and holding it up to you triumphantly, “ta da.”

You looked between him and the object he was holding for a few moments, heart constricted with affection. You felt the familiar sting of tears at the back of your eyes as you looked at the man you loved. Joel’s expression wavered for a moment, unsure of how to handle your reaction.

“Joel,” his name caught in your throat as you took a few steps closer, “a record player?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his cheeks warming up at the tender look of affection on your face, “you mentioned that you’d always wanted one…”

“I mentioned that like once,” you exhaled softly as he set the player down on the table. You brushed your fingers along the top, admiring it with soft eyes, “a long time ago. You remembered.”

“I remember a lot,” he shrugged it off like it was no big deal, “and I like you a lot. So, here we are.”

“Just like, huh?”

“Well, you know,” he pulled you into a hug that you happily returned as you buried your face into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him, “like to an extreme. Love. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you pulled back and leaned up to kiss his cheek. You had tears in your eyes and he tenderly brushed them away with his thumb, “thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he insisted with a gentle bop to the tip of your nose, “now we can make good use of those vinyls you like to collect.”

“I knew they’d come in handy for a reason!”

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The two of you were sitting around the table, finishing off the last bits of dinner, stuffed but happy. So happy. You practically couldn’t keep the grin off your face as the two of you talked about anything and everything that crossed your minds.

After a while, you grabbed the dirty dishes and cleared them off before putting them into the sink. Realistically, you probably should have washed and put them away, but you didn’t want to. Not tonight - that was a tomorrow problem.

You’d heard Joel get up, but what you hadn’t heard was him grabbing a record and setting it up on the player. Not until you heard soft music flowing freely into the room. You made a small sound of surprise before turning around to find him standing there with a smile on his face and holding his hand out to you. You laughed softly, a fresh wave of emotion washing over you as you took his hand.

“May I have this dance?” you bit your bottom lip between your teeth - a sight Joel was sure would kill him one - but nodded softly. How could you ever say not to him? You couldn’t. You’d known that for a long time.

“You may,” he took your smaller hand in his, the other hand settled on your waist as he started to sway with you to the music. He’d picked an older album, songs that were old when you were young, but that were soft and romantic. He might have been rough around the edges, but once you managed to break his walls down slowly, you realized he was a soft hearted, kind, gentle man. You were just glad he’d chosen you to give his heart to.

You pressed yourself to him, resting your chin on his shoulder. His arms might have been your favorite place in the world - everything just felt so right with him.

“You’re a real romantic,” you smiled sweetly at him and he didn’t even have it in his heart to tease you. Instead a deep rosy flush started to settle in his cheeks as he offered you a shy nod.

“It’s not like I can really take you on a date,” he sounded disappointed in that but you shook your head. Nothing really mattered, not when you had him, “so this while have to do for now.”

“Anything with you is perfect,” you insisted softly, “whether or not you believe it.”

“And I’m the romantic?” he tutted softly as you pretended to scowl at him, “baby.”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me,” you laughed, but neither of you loosened your grips. You would have been content to stay like this forever.

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It was getting late into the evening and the two of you were still listening to music, but you’d switched to something more upbeat. You were dancing around like fools, eating dessert in between stolen kisses and sweet touches. You were having so much fun that you almost hadn’t heard the knock at the door.

You were about to open it when Ellie let herself in, her eyes widening in surprise at the two of you. You were both disheveled and bright eyed, drunk on laughter and kisses.

“Hey Ellie Bean,” you grinned and wrapped her into a hug before she could say anything else. She looked between both of you before reaching for a piece of chocolate and popping into her mouth, “what’s up, sweetheart?”

“Nothing much,” she made a small sound of excitement at seeing the record player. It might have been vintage to you, but to her, a girl born into this reality, it was a whole other world, “wanted to see what you two were up to. I had a feeling you’d stashed all the candy away when I couldn’t find it anymore!”

“Had to save it for a rainy day,” you grinned as you held out your hand to her. She looked at it with a raised eyebrow for a moment before shaking her head with a huff of laughter and taking it, “now that you’re here, you can dance with us!”

“It’s not a rainy day,” despite her best efforts, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face, “and you two have officially lost it!”

“Let loose kid,” Joel took her hands and swung around with her and your eyes lit up with happiness at the two of them. There was no one you loved more in the world than these two people - your family. She was laughing, a sound that suited her beautifully as the two of them danced around like fools, “it’s okay to have fun sometimes, you know.”

“Oh?” she looked at him with both eyebrows raised high, “you might want to keep that in mind too.”

“You both should,” you cut in and took one of each of their hands, “we all should!”

“Fine,” they both murmured at the same time, such a father and daughter duo.

You stopped for a moment, looking at both of them with a fervent intensity and feeling your heart swell happily. You gently took Ellie’s face in your hands before pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I love you, Ellie Bean.”

You turned to Joel before repeating the gesture, “and I love you too, Joel.”

“Fine, fine, fine,” she pretended to wave you off but you could see the smile on her face, “can we stop being sappy and get some more chocolate?”

“Only if you’re willing to fully commit to this dance party.”

“Deal,” both of them echoed as you looked between them in sheer amusement.

“I’m in,” Ellie grinned.

“I’m in,” Joel sighed, but it was a fond sound.

“Me too,” you promised them, “all in always.”

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #your honor i must clarified i meant all of this affectionate #yes meeting adjourned

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heprevaricated · 8 months ago

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little snippet of my two oc's. cut off WAY earlier than intended cuz still gotta....write it

ALSO its supposed to be cringe, istg i will die on this cringe hill

word count: 1016

“Thanks again, for letting me use your shower.”

Jace eyes Quinn from the side as he pushes his door open.

“You’re thanking me for letting you shower..?” Jace asks, stepping into his room with a confused Quinn following right behind him. Jace’s bedroom, despite his circumstances, is still filled with his belongings. Mostly his various types of video games and his computer. There’s a few boxes piled up in a corner. Quinn can sort of tell that not all of those boxes even hold one object in them. “Do you even get showers at home? Should I call someone?” Jace raises a brow and plops onto his desk chair. Quinn lets out a small laugh and closes the door behind him.

“My moms take up most of the bathroom. Saying it’s difficult to even shower is…an understatement,” Quinn lets out a sigh and grabs his shirt to fan his chest.

“Oh, poor you, huh?,” Jace snickers, swiveling in his chair. His green tips of his hair swishing around. Quinn pouts and looks around the room. It’s basically the same, despite all the boxes around. Jace’s room has the same dark blue bed, or is it called navy? Quinn contemplates but catches Jace smirking at him and quickly looks away. His attention is now on the stacks of video game boxes. Quinn walks over to them and trails his finger along them. He notes down every game that’s here, because, well, he knows how many games Jace has. Digital and physical. From shooting games to cooking games to…wait. Quinn squints and grabs a certain game: a game he never saw before. He turns around to see Jace staring at him. Was he already staring at him?

“Mm, what?” Jace asks, a bit reluctant. He narrows his eyes and they flick towards the game for a mere second.

“Why are you buying new games?” Quinn carefully waves around the game box with a curious stare. “I mean, I’m not saying you can’t. I can’t force you not to — and I’m not trying to! But, won’t it take longer to pack if you buy new things?”

Jace swivels in his chair, his socks gliding across the floor. He furrows his brows and lets out a sigh. “One game isn’t a lot to pack. I’ll cram it in there.”

“But, Jace, one game could easily turn into twenty.”

“When I can afford twenty games in one sitting, I’ll totally call you to help me sort all that shit out.”

“Mm I’ll probably answer,” Quinn mutters, trailing his finger along the box before putting it back. Quinn then claps his hands which used to startle Jace, but now he just sees it as normal. Which, it is. “Okay, time to shower. I..cannot handle sticking to my clothes anymore.”

“Grossssss,, get out,” Jace grimaces and points towards the hallway outside his door. “You know where the bathroom is.” Jace then swivels around in his chair to face his computer. He frowns as he thinks of when he finally has to take this down. He bites his lower lip and pushes the power button, pushing that thought down for future Jace. He leans his chin on his hand and hums, fiddling with the mouse.

“Hey, so-“

Jace flinches, letting out a yelp which he quickly stifles. Quinn jumps as well and lets out his own yell of surprise. Jace slowly turns to stare at Quinn who makes a guilty smile.

“Uhm, haha...sorry,” Quinn rubs his hands together and Jace just stares and he settles for embarrassed silence. “Soo, I have no clothes! None whatsoever. I got so distracted ‘cause you came out of nowhere and I kind of followed? I have no clue, so here I am. No clothes.”

“Wow.” Jace says. Nothing else followed except for silence and Quinn’s pitiful smile. Jace’s lips quirk upward and he eventually grins before letting out a loud laugh. His chair creaks from his laughter and he wobbly gets up, and he attempts to compose himself. “Pfft..that was..cute.”

Quinn smiles nervously, airing his shirt out. “Me forgetting basic essentials is cute to you?”

“Yep,” Jace says, popping the p’s. He then moves past Quinn, careful not to touch him. Quinn follows right behind. He reaches his dresser drawers and pulls out some clothes. Quinn stares at them and is about to comment on it but Jace gives him a look and Quinn settles for coughing instead. Jace continues searching before finding a shirt that is..strikingly similar to Quinn’s size.

“Oh that’s mine.” Quinn slowly grabs it and holds it up before his eyes sparkle. His mouth slightly opens and then peers at Jace with a huge smile. “I’ve been looking for this! I lost it a while ago.” Jace raises a brow before he stares ahead at his drawers. Am I hoarding more of his clothes, he thought. Jace can feel his face heat up and he just searches his drawers because ultimately, he knows he will probably find more of clothes of his.

“I think that’s mine.”

“Also mine.”

“Wow, you even have my socks?”

“Underwear too..you basically have my whole closet.”

After the underwear discovery, Jace turned to Quinn who was holding a handful of his clothes. Jace’s eyebrows were knit and his brown upturned eyes were casted down. He cupped his face in his hands and groaned. “I swear…I am not a stalker..”

Quinn chuckled and nodded, “I know. This just means that I stay here way more than I thought..and your dad most likely got our laundry mixed.” Quinn then tries to hold Jace’s hand, a way to reassure him, but fails and drops all his clothes on the wood floor. Jace and Quinn both stare at the clothes before snickering together. Quinn crouches and clutches them all in his hands again while Jace grabs a loose sock and plops it into his pile.

“Alright, out, go shower. You’re sticky and gross,” Jace lazily orders, pointing out the door. Quinn softly chuckles and leaves the room, making his way to the bathroom down the hall.

#snippet #writing

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