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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Steal my Girl

Joel Miller x fem!reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Joel and reader being sly and silly, domestic fluff, hint of spice, slightly jealous Joel, protective!Joel, no use of y/n

Notes: This idea popped into my head randomly and I just read Joel's voice so clearly so I just had to write it! And yes, the title is a One Direction reference because I just couldn't help it here lol! This is short and sweet but I’m so happy with it so I hope y’all like it too!

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It was late into the night and the last few stragglers finally left the bar. Working at the bar in Jackson wasn’t as perilous as what others did for Jackson, but it was your way of contributing to the community. And you loved to be part of a place where people could relax and let loose for a time. There was one person, especially, that you loved to see relaxing at the bar.

Just as you grinned at the thought of your someone special, a familiar voice rang through the emptiness of the bar, “Excuse me ma’am,” the low Southern drawl broke the silence, “Y’all still open, or did I miss last call?” Joel leaned against the doorway of the bar entrance as he eyed you with a fiery gaze.

You turned around and met Joel’s eyes with a bright smile as you played his little game, “Hey there stranger,” you set your cleaning supplies down as you crossed the space towards him and leaned against the bar, “Sorry, we’re closed up for the night.”

“Well, shit,” Joel scoffed playfully as he stepped closer to you, “In that case, I was wondering if I could take you out for a drink somewhere else.”

You pouted, “Oh I don’t know. I don’t think my boyfriend would like that,” you shimmied your shoulders subtly. It wasn’t often that Joel got into a mood like this, but you absolutely loved it when he did.

“Boyfriend huh,” he shifted to one leg as he rested his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, boyfriend,” you stepped closer to Joel with a fire in your eyes as you spoke in a low tone, “His daughter likes to call him a grumpy old man. He may be a little rough around the edges, but he’s a handsome man with a drawl that makes me melt. And when he holds me at night with those big strong arms, I feel like I’m in heaven.”

A tinge of red creeped up on Joel’s cheeks as he dropped his gaze to the floor, “Well he sounds like one lucky son of a bitch to be able to call you his girl. I hope he treats you right.” Joel moved his hands to your hips as he slowly pulled you flush against his chest and his eyes met yours. Both of your hearts pounded in your chests and neither of you were sure if it warmed up in the room or if it was the heat between your bodies.

“Oh he does,” you reached out for Joel, “And he’s a good man, but I don’t think he’d like some stranger creeping on his girl,” you fiddled with the sleeve of his shirt as you bit your lip, “I saw the way he gave the eye to the new guy in town the other day.”

Joel let out a soft chuckle as he leaned in close to your face, “Well I guess we have to be careful then,” his tone was so low that his words went right to your core as his lips hovered over yours. You giggled against his face as your eyes fluttered closed and you felt the way his lips ghosted over yours in a soft, sweet kiss.

Just as you were about to deepen the kiss, Ellie’s voice interrupted you both, “Gross, you guys! Get a room!”

You and Joel jumped away from each other with a start and your breath hitched in your throat as you gasped. Joel was the first to respond though, “Ellie, what are you still doing out? It’s late.”

“I was on my way back from Dina’s and I saw the lights still on here,” Ellie replied with a shrug, “I thought I’d check if everything’s ok.”

“Thanks for checking, Ellie,” you piped up from Joel’s embrace, “There was some creep trying to make a move on me,” your gaze moved to Joel as you looked at him with a devilish grin.

“Keep that shit at home you guys,” Ellie rolled her eyes as she turned to leave, “We still on for game night tomorrow?” she called behind her before she walked out the door.

“Tomorrow,” you echoed, “Night, Ellie,” you and Joel both said in unison.

“Night,” her voice retreated as she left you and Joel alone once more.

Almost immediately, you felt your skin heat up again as Joel caressed your sides. You met his eyes once more and the look of pure admiration on his face nearly took your breath away, “Shall we head home?” you whispered.

“Yeah, I’ll walk you home, baby,” he replied. He wrapped an arm around your waist and walked at your side as you crossed the room and shut the lights off. Joel added, “So, you noticed that traveler last week, huh?”

“Joel, the entire town saw the death glare you gave that poor guy,” you giggled as you leaned in and kissed his cheek and savored the way his rough beard felt against your skin. “He didn’t know who he was dealing with, but I’m sure he was harmless,” when Joel huffed, you cupped his face and turned him so that his lips hovered over yours, “But there was a shady guy in here just now who tried to steal your girl away.”

A low rumble of laughter escaped Joel’s lips, “Is that so?” he grabbed you tighter as he finally kissed you deeply, “Well I’ll just have to keep a better eye on my girl then,” he mumbled between kisses.

“Why don’t we go home and you show me what that bad man would have done to me if my big strong man hadn't been there?” your voice was low and seductive, and you heard the low groan Joel let out at your words.

“You know I wouldn’t let ‘nothin happen to you, right baby?” Joel cupped your face.

“I know, Joel,” you moaned, “I know I’m safe with you,” you kissed him again as a seal of your words, “Now let’s head home.”

“Yes ma’am,” Joel replied eagerly as he guided you into the streets while he kept you tucked safely in his embrace.

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stargazing-enby · 3 years

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I'm sure this has been asked before, but what are your favourite fluff tropes?

I have no idea if I've answered this question before, but I love it, so thanks!! ❤️ I'm gonna answer with some fluff tropes, but also just general things that aren't necessarily tropes but I love to see in fluff because I can't resist the urge 😂

- Hurt/comfort. It's probably my favourite trope of all time, and I love it SO MUCH when the author goes hard on the comfort 😍 (especially after going hard on the hurt 👀)

- Slice of life. Just. Them being together and happy and soft with each other on a normal day and everything being okay. This is like chicken soup for my soul. 10000% have wept from softness in the past and will probably do it again.

- Coffeeshop AU, university AU, flower shop AU, and just all the Muggle AUs out there! I'm not always in the mood for them, but when I am I always end up giggling and squirming in my seat as I read. I just love stories where life is calm and okay and they fall in love in cute and awkward and snarky and tentative ways 😍

- soulmate AUs, Bonding fics, and all similar stories! They're not always fluff but I love the intensity of the fluffy and vulnerable moments in these kinds of stories 😍 like when they can read each other's mind and they finally open up, or when they have some sort of touch-related bond and finally allow themselves to be physical in a soft kind of way... Ksdkkskdkwfj

- Family fluff. If there is a baby involved, I will 100% die inside.

- Friends to lovers. OK, I'm more of an enemies to lovers kind of person, but WHO doesn't love a good friends to lovers story from time to time??? 😍😍😍

- Found family. For this one in particular, I'm especially thinking of platonic relationships more than romantic ones (especially when an old grumpy man accidentally adopts a small girl XD I'm looking at you, Simon & Marcy from Adventure Time and Ellie and Joel from The Last of Us)

Other things that aren't tropes but I love in fluff fics:

-PHYSICAL. CONTACT. If you ever feel like virtually wrapping me in a soft blanket and kissing me on the forehead, literally all you have to do is write them holding each other. Cheeks pressed against chests, hands in the other's hair, legs tangled... And if they're also opening up or being vulnerable in any other way? 👌🏼❤️👌🏼❤️👌🏼👀💯 Also, them being casually physically intimate when they're together melts my heart every single time. Not to talk about hesitant/accidental/forced touches when they're not together yet and they're dying inside all the while. All these things are THE shit 😍

- Proposals/weddings/confessions/first kisses/everything of the kind. Just. YES

- Softness. Eyelash kisses. Thumbs against cheekbones. Foot massages. Hugs from behind. Small, private smiles. 😍

- Communication. I just love it when they actually express their emotions in a healthy way and listen to the other and want to work together to move past their struggles more than they want to be right.

And probably many more things that don't come to mind right now!!! Just. FLUFF 😍

EDIT: I FORGOT ABOUT FLUFFY SMUT KSJFJSNFNFN

#rockmarina answers #Ask #Fluff #GIVE ME ALL THE VULNERABLE HURT/COMFORT WITH SOFT TOUCHES #GIVE ME THE AWKWARD AND CAREFREE YOUNG ADULT FALLING IN LOVE STORIES #GIVE ME ALL THE INTENSE BONDING/SOULMATE STORIES WHERE THEY TAKE FOREVER TO FINALLY GIVE IN AND ACCEPT THEIR FEELINGS

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sound-of-the-cosmos · 4 years

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Whumptober Day one: Let’s hang out sometime (Waking up restrained/shackled/hanging)

Prompt: Whumptober has begun! I found a lovely list, and I’m really going to enjoy writing these this year

Fandom: (something new!) The Last of Us

Pairing: Ellie x Reader (I don’t know when Part Two starts, but we’re gonna pretend that there’s a period of time where Ellie and the reader go exploring bc Joel is helping with the city)

Warnings: Speak of david, violence, cursing, ptsd, branding

“Hey, hey-” she whispered while holding you tightly, “It’s ok; I’ve got you. they can’t hurt you anymore.”

Who’s idea it was to storm the old barracks, you couldn’t remember. Sitting on the bed, chained by your wrists and ankles in a locked cell definitely wasn’t something you would’ve thought you’d wake up to.

“Wake up!” A low and angry voice jolted you out of whatever slumber you’d been in. The last thing you could remember through your pounding head was exploring an old military building.

A palm meets your cheek, immediately flooding with pain. You hold your face, slowly sitting up and scooting back. “Who the fuck are you?” You growl, unsure how to go about this. You only had your tiny pocket knife on you, and they had guns.

The man who slapped you was burly, with many tattoos and had absolutely no hair. The men behind him held a rifle and a shotgun. “Your friend killed our leader a few years ago. We finally got news, and we wanted her dead. Do you know what he did for us?” The barrel of the pistol the bald man held pushed into your neck, and you gulped.

“David was all we had. He taught us how to survive. What we had to do in order to live after the world went to shit.” A fist collides with your cheek and brow, the pain from the earlier hit paling in comparison to the explosion of agony felt now.

A soft groan escaped your lips, your arms tugging on your confines. “You see, we aren’t too fond of people like your girlfriend. That’s why we’re gonna hurt you nice and slow. She’s gonna know what we felt when we lost David.”

“That and more,” the rifleman joked, but the bald sent him a glare, effectively shutting him up.

“You all can go to hell,” you spat, a small smile crossing your lips. Anger blossomed on their faces, and the male with the shotgun leaves the room for a moment.

“You’re really gonna regret coming here, bitch,” he chuckled, coming back in with a burning rod with a circle on the end of it. Your heart rate instantly picks up, memories flooding back from your boarding school days. They branded you like animals, and it was gonna happen again-

A searing pain erupts on your right rib, and you couldn’t contain the guttural cry of pure anguish. A cloth is stuffed into your mouth and taped to hold it in place. You thrash around, primal fear taking over. You weren’t going to let them do what others had. You couldn’t.

You aren’t sure what was happening. You couldn’t breathe, and your vision was going in and out. Everything was cold, and you knew your mind was blocking out whatever it was that they were doing. You were thankful now, but wouldn’t be later.

Pain anchors you to the present from your wrists and ankles, your binds rubbing away at your skin. Gunshots echo through your haze, and your eyes slowly open, the gunmen lying on the floor in pools of their own blood.

Ellie is standing beside you, unshackling your arms and ankles. Your breathing picks up further, as your mind doesn’t quite grasp that she’s here for you. To save you.

“Get away!” You cry, grabbing at the moth-eaten blanket covering your nude form. When were you stripped? “Don’t touch me, don’t-” You whimper, curling in on yourself. You felt filthy.

“It’s just me, Ellie- Y/n, look at me, please?” Her voice was tiny, and your eyes shot up. “Can I touch you?” She whispered, and you nodded slowly, before breaking down again.

Immediately she moves to hug you, and you’re more than grateful. “Hey, hey-” she whispered while holding you tightly, “It’s ok; I’ve got you. they can’t hurt you anymore.”

#whump #Whumptober #the last of us #tlou ellie #Eliie #The last of us ellie #x reader #ptsd

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unicyclehippo · 5 years

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If you continued that modern bodyguard au into something I would be eternally grateful🙌🏼 If so wish I mean

‘do i have to do this?’

‘do you have to promote your new CD by going to a three minute interview? yes, contractually.’ joel nudges her foot with his. ‘it’ll be fine.’

ellie hums quietly, clutches at her guitar case.

‘what are you worried about?’

the question comes from dina hayes, bodyguard of a week and three days. there hasn’t been too much of an opportunity to use her so she’s come along today more as a learning opportunity than anything. she is to shadow joel and accompany ellie in the studio where joel might not be able to, when he’s off doing managerial work, or if the make-up team bans him from the room again. the question comes as a surprise—not because dina hayes hasn’t been conversational or pleasant to be around, but because ellie’s previous bodyguards hadn’t been and she’s still adjusting to the change.

‘i’m not great with talking,’ ellie tells her, and returns her attention to the window and the slow crawl of the city outside of it.

‘why not?’

ellie shrugs. ‘i’m not here to talk about me, i just want people to hear the music.’

‘because the music is important.’

ellie nods.

‘what if you’re important to someone out there? you’re gay, right?’ the question draws a sharp glance from joel, but ellie just nods again. ‘what if hearing you talk about yourself is really important for a kid who is confused or worried, or just really happy to see that you’ve,’ out of the corner of her eye, ellie can see dina hayes waves a hand in a way that includes ellie and the car and the driver and the guitar and the everything that comes with being a semi-famous artist. ‘made it.’

ellie doesn’t look away from the window. they pass a bank of taxis, orange and black, and the sounds of the city are loud even in the car. the beeping of the walk signal, the chatter of a thousand commuters walking into the skyscrapers that shoot up on all sides. ellie pretends she’s back home among the silverbark gums and that these are just massive, massive tree trunks, but the game doesn’t work so well today. because of the nerves, she thinks.

‘thanks for the suggestion,’ joel says finally into what registers to ellie now as an uncomfortable silence.

ellie blinks, looks over at the other woman who is staring out the opposite window. ‘it was a good point,’ she agrees, and when dina hayes looks over, it is with an expression ellie knows well. confusion, mostly, and a whole slew of complicated stuff ellie can’t divine. ‘thank you.’

dina hayes nods. it’s a little disappointing, because ellie likes to hear her voice, but it’s fine.

there’s a small crowd gathered outside the studio that has to be shuffled away so the car can dip down into the private car park. tires squeal on painted concrete as they follow the parking attendant to their place.

stepping out of the car, even a floor down and many tonnes of concrete between them, ellie can hear the faint screams.

‘ell! ell! ell!’

ellie hoists her guitar case into her arms, flicks her fingers over the catches so they click and stick and click and stick and click and-

‘i hope they have signs,’ joel says mildly, following the attendant to the elevator. ‘i like the meme ones.’

ellie grins.‘you’re too meme literate for an old man. it’s weird.’

‘i’m not old.’

‘ancient.’

‘this grey is all thanks to you, y’know,’ he grumbles. he watches surreptitiously as dina hayes sweeps the parking lot and the elevator and leads them in before taking her protective stance next to ellie. he gives ellie a short nod; he likes her, but ellie already knew that.

‘middle-aged.’

‘distinguished,’ dina hayes chimes in, and joel’s brows shoot up and he breaks into a grin.

‘ha! distinguished, yeah! i like that.’

the studio lights are hot and too-bright in her eyes and the couch is way too soft. ellie scoots to the edge of it and gets a glare from one of the studio hands but no one wants to interrupt the anchors introduction of her to correct her position so she pretends that’s the same as permission and stays where she is.

‘—so please welcome to our studio with me, eleanor knight, or as the world knows you now—ELL.’

the sharp-edged sound of clapping pulls her attention from the side of the set where joel is standing, arms crossed, frowning. he’s a solid stable source of what is real and important in those fake-ass room and ellie pulls in a deep breathe, focusing on him. seeming to sense it, joel’s black eyes slide from the anchor over to her and he gives her a short nod.

‘hello, christine gunnarsen.’ ellie says.

‘good morning! and just chris is fine,’ the woman says with a wide smile of perfect white teeth.

ellie wonders if she’d had braces, and how long for, and whether they’d hurt, and how it is that teeth whitening actually works because there’s no way her teeth are white like that just from toothpaste.

‘ok,’ ellie agrees. nods.

if there is one good thing about news hosts, it’s that they’re usually very good at smoothing over awkwardness. christine “just chris” gunnarsen is a perfect example of this. she sits on the couch opposite ellie and turns so that if ellie managed to ignore the massive cameras and the lights and the dozens of people walking outside of the set, it would feel like just the two of them talking.

‘so, ellie—can i call you ellie?’

‘yes.’

‘ellie, you’re here today because as of yesterday morning, you have released your second album—hopeland. now, this is following your debut album a little over a year ago, the last of us, which was received very well by critics and by the public as well. you had two number one hits from the album—winter, and quarantine zone. that’s a lot of success early on, how are you feeling about this new album?’

ellie drums her fingers on the body of her guitar, cocks her head to the side. ‘joel, my dad manager, says i should tell you that i feel very positive because it’s good music and my fans will enjoy it.’ joel, still exactly where he was, shakes his head, grinning.

chris is smiling too. ‘and what about you?’

‘i had a little more fun with these pieces,’ ellie tells her, and she feels her cheeks turn a little hot and shyness shivers up her back. she tucks a strand of hair back behind her ear and shifts the guitar closer. ‘i tried out some new techniques and so the sound is a bit different in places. maybe the fans will still like it, maybe it’ll draw a new crowd. i’m—excited to find out.’

‘a little nervous too?’ chris asks, and crinkles her nose like this is a joke just between the two of them. ellie knows it isn’t, but she doesn’t mind. she knows the woman is being kind.

‘yeah. very. music is, it’s really important to me. it’s, it’s probably the foremost way i communicate with people. i’m autistic so music is, it’s always been a way of talking to people and understanding them and helping them understand me and i think the first album did that well and this one will show a little more.’

chris looks surprised by the comparative flood of information but rolls with it, nodding. ‘like what? what can we expect from it? this is the CD,’ she says, and picks up the slim box from the table. ‘but it’s available on spotify and iTunes and anywhere else to listen to music, is that right?’

ellie nods. ‘i think my favourite one—i mean, it’s hard to pick,’ she says, and laughs quietly. ‘i wrote all of them, with a little help from some of my friends—‘

‘your co-writer on the CD is listed as howie garzia?’

‘yeah, howie is brilliant,’ ellie agrees and smiles genuinely, properly genuinely, for the first time since she was sat on this couch. she can’t help but pluck out a quick line on the guitar as she says, ‘they’re probably the most musically intelligent person i know. howie has years of classical training in, like, voice and a billion instruments and i was really lucky that they were partnered with me. we had a really great time making this album together and i got to meet my best friend.’

‘i’ve heard so many similar stories of either artists making great friends with other artists or great enemies. what is it about the process of making an album, or this album, that brings people together like that?’

‘it’s a lot of work,’ ellie says with a shrug. ‘more than people might thing. more than i thought when - when i started a few years ago. but when you’re, you’re - when you’re putting your thoughts and feelings and heart down on paper and playing it for someone else to hear it can be a really vulnerable experience, especially that first time or first hundred times, so it’s gonna be with the right person. howie listened and made it better and pushed me to challenge myself to, to not bring it back in? to keep it out there where people can hear it all. they make my music better and me braver so,’ ellie shrugs, cheeks fully warm now, and she ducks her head as her fingers nervously play over the guitar.

‘well, that sounds like a beautiful segue into asking you to please play something for us off your album. we have a stage over there,’

‘what a coincidence,’ ellie says, unthinkingly, teasingly, and is rewarded with a bright laugh from the host and a few others scattered in the crowd. she lets herself be led to the stage and sets about making sure the microphone is at the right height, though this is all stuff they did before ellie went onto the show. she clears her throat, searches the room for joel—there, square and solid—and, without really knowing why, she searches for dina too and finds the other woman staring back at her—bright eyed and proud.

‘i think i stated to say before but i got sidetracked,’ ellie says with a grin, more confident behind her guitar, the microphone, the persona of ELL. ‘this is one of my favourite songs i wrote. it’s called fun and games, and it’s a love song, i guess, to first loves.’

#prompt fill #ellie x dina #video games #bodyguard au

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