#but it's been living in my head for awhile now

[melwnst]

────── ⋆⋅☆ BABY TALK, S.W

summary. Resting in bed with sam, you propose something that might actually make him the happiest man alive.

⭑.ᐟ why did I lowkey get baby fever from writing this because I know Sam as a dad is just…. Too hot. Please interact and send requests if u have any<3

word count. 692

supernatural masterlist/full masterlist

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It's easy, getting lost in time when you're wrapped up with sam in bed, his head on your chest, his arms around your waist, just the sound of his light breathing and the sun breaking through the curtains, whether the sun is going up or down, you’re not exactly sure, it’s like time is stuck, the world is still.

One of Sam's hand is tracing patterns on your waist while your hands caress his hair. You're almost sweating because of how much heat radiates off of his body, but you wouldn't change a thing.

You wouldn't change the way he touches you, or the way his arms feel so strong around you, the way it makes you feel protected and safe, or even the way it makes your core grow hot at the proximity.

Sam's vulnerable, and you love that. You love that he can cry, that he doesn't have any of that toxic masculinity that his dad try to teach him when he was younger. You love how close he is to his emotions and that he knows how important it is to let them out, and to let you in.

Sam's cried in your arms before, just like you have in his. You don't talk about those moments, because even with how in touch he is with his emotions, he's still a man. He still gets embarrassed, so you know it's better not to mention it.

If he does mention it, you listen.

You listen because you love him, and because you know that he needs you to hear him. He needs to know someone in this world other than his brother understands him.

You know that Sam's not asleep, because his hand is still tracing patterns, his breath still sounds like he's at peace and like he'd rather be here with you than anywhere else right now.

'Do you ever think about kids?' You break the silence.

Sam's head perks up, his hands moving up to your arms.

'Of course I do. I thought you didn't?' He's surprised, but he doesn't show it. Something in him lights up, he hopes.

'I think I might've changed my mind.' Your hand is still in his hair, the other one on his cheek.

'What?' You're pretty sure you witness the light in his eyes come back. You hadn't seen that in awhile.

'I mean it. Think about it, we'd make pretty cute babies don't you think?'

Sam almost jumps at that. He's not resting on you anymore. His legs lay on each sides of your body, you've never seen him smile so big.

'You're actually serious?'

'Yes, baby. I think I'm ready. Our lives aren't as hectic or dangerous anymore, I just want us to be normal, you know?'

Sam doesn't answer. Or maybe he does, by kissing you. Maybe that kiss is worth a million words. Maybe this is a better answer than anything he could've given you.

He kisses you softly, then he kisses you harder.

He kisses you harder because he's never wanted you more than in this moment. Not because you just said you want kids with him, but because for the first time in his life, he's allowing himself to think about it fully. He knows he won't pressure you, that if he talks about it, you'll want to hear you. He won't be scared to mention it anymore, because now he knows you want to.

He's never wanted you this way, because now he knows that it's a new beginning. It doesn't matter how long it takes. There’s no pressure.

He's wanted to be normal his whole life, and until you came, he never thought he'd let himself lead a normal and safe life.

Now he knows he will. He knows he'll be with you, maybe with a little one, maybe a couple.

He's never been happier.

He's never felt such peace or calm.

Because now he knows he's done, for real.

He's done not being normal.

He's done hunting.

It's just you and him now.

And the future promises to be good to the both of you.

[hsangel64]

the weight of sacrifice

pairings: ellie williams x fem miller!reader and dad!joel miller x daughter!reader

synopsis: it all happened so fast you had to do someone even if it meant putting your life at risk

warnings: TW: BIG BIG BIG use of gore like i went into detail about some things, angst lots of angst, cussing, use of y/n

a/n: for some context ellie and reader are already together, joel and reader were at the hospital together, joel is readers dad!! i have been doing a bit of fluff so i wanted to do an angst one! i have had this on my mind for awhile now so i hope you guys like this! requests are open!

you didn’t know how you ended up in this situation, you weren’t thinking straight but all you could think about was to save your dad. everyone in the room was unknown to you. you knew this was a bad idea you knew something wasn’t right, you tried to reason with your dad and he didn’t listen. your dad, you and tommy were just on patrol, the horde being too strong and saving the girl who was about to kill him. it wasn’t hard to put two and two together to realize these people had to have been apart of the firefly’s and were coming after your dad for killing everyone in that hospital. for not saving the world, for taking that away from everyone. whatever the reason was you had to stop her.

“wait he didn’t do anything!!!” the woman turned to look at you waiting for you to continue.

“he didn’t do anything, i promise it was all me. take me not him!” you yelled out and everyone’s faces were turned to you.

“y/n no!” he yelled wondering what the hell you were doing. you could tell the girl was taking in everything you said.

“pick her up.” pulling you up they pulled your dad away and hit you across the face, falling to the floor in front of her. you felt the room start to spin knowing you were going to die here.

the day you and joel took ellie from the firefly’s

driving back to jackson after what went down felt wrong. you didnt want ellie to die so you killed everyone in sight, you didnt want it to end this way but ellie meant more to you guys than anyone.

“are you okay?”your dad broke the silence between you two.

“oh uh yeah im fine.” there was a slight pause before he spoke again.

“we need to lie to her.” your head snapped towards him baffled at him wanting to lie to her.

“what…why can’t we tell her the truth.”

“because we can’t okay?” raising his voice as he talked so you stopped talking and silently agreed. all you could hear was the hum of the car moving not wanting to say anything more. you knew why he told you to lie, it made you feel dirty knowing what you both did. they had a chance to a cure and you took that away from the world. you knew ellie would’ve never talked to you again if she knew, so you stayed quiet. you never told her and when she asked you said you didn’t remember anything. that they knocked you out and you woke up in the car on the way to jackson.

the day ellie and joel came back from salt lake city after their talk.

the day they came back was the worst day you’ve ever had, you were and ellie basically lived together so you were in her home when she came back. waiting the full week felt like forever, you didn’t know where she went and you had so many questions. hearing the door open you whipped around to see ellie dropping her backpack by the door, running over you touched her face to see what was wrong.

“baby i was so worried where were you?”

“did you know joel lied?”

“lied about what els?” she pushed you away and walked past you taking her jacket off.

“lied about the cure, the hospital everything that day.” oh shit.

“what? n-no no of course not.”

“don’t lie to me again please, did you lie or not.” you knew she had found out, you knew there was no way around this.

“ellie…”

“i can’t fucking believe you!” ellie raised her voice and threw her jacket to the ground making you jump.

“look ellie i had no choice-“

“no choice? you’re my fucking girlfriend.” she finally made eye contact with you and you saw tears forming in her eyes. you walked over to her and before you could even touch her she pushed you away nearly making you fall to the ground.

“els please let me explain-“ your voice cracked feeling the giant lump in your throat. she was pacing now.

“explain what that you lied our whole relationship? that we could’ve saved the world and you took that from me?!”

“els-“

“no shut the fuck up, i don’t want to hear it. there’s nothing to explain. i should’ve died in that hospital y/n! my life would’ve fucking mattered and you both took that from me.” the tears were in full affect now, feeling your chest tighten as you let out a sob.

“you matter to me ellie, you matter to joel, to everyone.” you put your hands on her face again wiping the fallen tears.

“the whole world would’ve been saved you guys fucked that up and now we’re stuck here in this world.” she stopped for a second looking away. “the other day i went and helped the kids with a drill, you know what that drill was meant for?” she walked closer to you. “the drill is for when we have raiders or a horde of infected. i could’ve saved those kids from this world that were living in. that was my fucking purpose.” you flinched away slightly hearing her raise her voice slightly.

“els, you are my purpose. who knows if that cure even was able to work, what if we ran the risk of you dying and not even being able to save the world. do you realize how devastated i would’ve been, if it was all for fucking nothing?”

“but we don’t fucking know that, what if it did work. i would’ve saved the world.”

“i would’ve lost you either way ellie, you matter so much to me and we were both so selfish and im sorry we did it but if we had the chance to do it again im sure we both would do it all over again. a million times over again.” you were pouring your heart out to her, you couldn’t lose her even if things weren’t going to be the same you weren’t going to lose her.

“i can’t do this shit anymore i need time. a break from…this.”

“a break?” your heart shattered.

“yes a break, i need time i can’t be with you right now.” you shook your head, you knew there was no way to sway her decision. so you nodded and grabbed your duffle bag and packed you clothes that you had in her room. she was sat on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands.

“i love you so much ellie i hope you know that.” you said as you walked out of the small garage.

the festival day

after your fight you had kept to yourself, talked to no one, nothing made you happy. your dad tried, he offered movie nights consisting of your favorite movies that you’d watch together, during the summer would offer to take you down to the lake for a lake day like old times, he would get you your favorite foods and even traded some of his precious coffee beans for you. you felt into a deep depression and obviously with it being the apocalypse there weren’t many resources, he had you start to go to the town therapist, gail, she was nice and helped but you just felt numb. ellie felt like everything to you and now she wasn’t. you had seen she had gotten close to dina and it made you feel like shit you had to watch from afar as they got closer and closer.

after the argument word went around quick and everyone knew ellie williams had dumped you, the rumors were endless and made your life hell, just hearing whispers from others and looks when you were out, not that it was often. your dad wanted you to get out more, this was a great opportunity, the festival. you knew she would be there, you wanted to see her but you knew dina would be there too. you really did not want to go to this thing but your dad had insisted it was going to be good for you. having been up in your room all day every day, missing patrols, not eating, just everything, he wanted you to get out even if you would see ellie. it had been a bit since you two had broken up, you have tried your best to talk to her, reason with her, bringing her flowers, trying to talk during patrols but nothing. she really wanted nothing to do with you and you couldn’t blame her one bit. you lied through your teeth for years to her and you shouldn’t have listened to your dad, you should’ve just told her the truth. you had wondered if she thought about you, wondered if she worried about you at all. or if she didn’t care at all and was healing from this all together.

ellie would be lying if she didn’t think about you, i mean besides riley, you were her first everything. she had barely seen you for the past few months, some weeks she even worried that you had died and she just didn’t know. you had gotten skinny and you looked tired, she noticed it when she did see you. ellie was worried about you, she still loved you a lot, she still cared for you and wished things were different but that feeling of betrayed got to her and she knew she wouldn’t be able to go back to you and that hurt her.

dina helped filling the void, she had a small crush on her but nothing like what she had with you. ellie knew this was shitty for using dina but you weren’t an option. her and dina haven’t actually done anything but she has been flirty since her and jesse broke up. she had pulled ellie to this festival, she really didn’t want to go.

you had threw on some unwashed jeans and a hoodie putting on deodorant to not smell like total shit. staring at the mirror in you room looking at your tired eyes and giant eye bags, groaning you walked downstairs to see your dad waiting by the door putting his jacket on.

“dad do i really have to go.”

“yes yes you do, all you do is sleep and stay in that room of yours, you need to get out and get some fresh air with everyone else.” he walked over to you and put his hands on your shoulders.

“please try and have some fun tonight, and don’t drink too much for my sake.” you rolled your eyes at him as you both walked out the door. you felt like a vampire, feeling blinded from the moonlight and the bright lights of the town. you felt drained, feeling like if you saw ellie you would burst into an ugly heaving sob. slightly resenting your dad for making you come, you both walked into the party and you were already dreading being here.

everyone was looking at you, you could already hear the whispers about your appearance. walking straight to the bar abandoning your dad to get a drink in you to at least bare the night. when you walked up you saw her talking to jesse, you made eye contact with her and stopped in your tracks, biting your lip to stop you from crying. walking the rest of the way up to the bar you asked for something strong. trying to keep your distance away from her your attention got caught by dina dancing around the dance floor with some guy. your eyes stayed on her as the song ended she made her way over to ellie saying a few words that you couldn’t make out and took ellie towards the dance floor. your face dropped keeping your eyes on them as dina pulled her close to her starting to sway side by side, all the air escaped your throat only being able to keep your eyes on them, ellie looked so happy with her. it gutted you, made you dizzy and want to vomit.

you had to look away but you couldn’t, you physically couldn’t. they got closer to each other now laying their heads on each others shoulders, you and ellie at made eye contact not even realizing the tears that had fallen down your face. she looked like she had a small frown on her face looking at you, she got pulled away slightly and her focus was back on dina. dina kissed her, she kissed ellie and you didnt even know how to react. holding your breath trying to restrain a sob. you could only hear your own breathing and heartbeat, almost felt like you were dying. getting pulled out of it hearing sean yell out a slur to both of them. it all seemed to happen so fast, your dad was up there within a minute defending ellie.

“what is wrong with you?” you picked up the argument and made your way closer to listen.

“he had no right-“

“and you did?”

“i don’t need your fucking help joel.” you ran your way through the crowd, pulling your dad away slightly.

“don’t you fucking talk to him like that.”

“this doesn’t involve you.” you stood closer to her almost face to face.

“it involved me when you yelled at my dad.”

“get out of my face.” she said so only you could hear.

“don’t fucking get on him for defending you.” she pushed you away and ran out of the building, you fell into joel slightly and scoffed at ellie’s actions. you didn’t realize what you were doing but you followed after ellie out of the building catching her halfway to her house.

“ellie!” she kept walking so you picked up your speed.

“ellie lets talk please!”

“what could we possibly talk about?”

“i- i don’t know, lets just stop for a second and talk please.”

“what do you want? to embarrass me again? tell me to leave joel alone when he had no reason to defend me?”

“he was fucking helping you ellie believe it or not he cares about you.”

“i didn’t need help thats the problem!” she started to walk back away not staying to hear what you had to say.

“it doesn’t matter ellie you can’t hate us forever.” stopping in her tracks she scoffed and started walking again causing you to follow behind and grabbing her shoulder. she whipped around and she slapped you. it surprised you, grabbing your face from the stinging pain that caused you. ellie’s expression dropped going to grab onto you, you pulled back. tears forming in your eyes yet again, feeling embarrassed for even trying to talk to her. ellie instantly regretted it and went to hold you causing you to flinch away.

“hey wait i-im sorry i really didnt mean to do that.”

“no don’t fucking touch me.” you shook your head moving around her to go run into your house.

“y/n! wait please im sorry!” you felt her behind you as you walked into the house, slamming the door in her face and running up to your room. you fell into your bed sobbing into your pillow the rest of the night.

ellie knew she fucked up, she fucked up bad. she wanted to go in there and console you, hold you and apologize profusely. ellie didn’t know what happened it just happened so fast. she ran back home, feeling the sobs come out of her chest.

4 hours before

you had patrol with your dad and tommy, you guys had been out really early due to the huge hoard of infected that had been seen close to jackson. you initially weren’t supposed to be here but you begged your dad to go this morning wanting to take your mind off things. it was terrible to think but maybe even get lost and never seen again. you knew ellie and dina had patrol together today, it made your stomach churn and your face grimaced at the thought of them getting to hang out today, especially after the events of the night before. you had been so tired from clearing out the places by jackson, it was cold and you were sick of it. meanwhile ellie and dina had just gotten their horses to head out.

“where are joel and tommy?” ellie asked jesse.

“they went out early with y/n to clear up some areas been out for awhile, so im gonna switch out with them so we can take their place and they can take a break.” she nodded, hearing your name knowing you were out there made her feel uneasy especially knowing she wasn’t there with you. she wanted to try and talk to you before she headed out but ended up sleeping in due to her crying herself to sleep.

they all went on their way, ellie just following behind dina since she didn’t know the trail they were taking. she sighed, ‘here we go’

2 hours before

ellie and dina had been cozying it up in a library due to the storm, whilst you had been caught up in a hoard. you guys had been running for what felt like hours, helping some girl out in the process. you felt weary about newer people, but you had no time to think about that right now. you had blood all over you, feeling the sweat pour down your head as you fought for your life. tommy had pushed the cart to get you guys out of there and back to the lodge where your horses were. feeling like you could breath, even if it was just for a second your dad had asked if you were doing okay you nodded feeling like you couldn’t speak. you felt a ringing in your ear as you saw the banging on door from the infected. your heart beating out of your chest not knowing what was to come. your dad pulled you and your hearing faded back into the loud bangs and screaming of the infected.

ellie and dina were laying on top of each other just having smoked and then had sex. laying with each other on the couch in the basement of the library. they were telling each other the stories on their scars when they heard running footsteps and jesse yelling for them. they rushed up off the couch to get some clothes on.

“are you kidding me?” jesse scoffs and turns around to let them change.

“you’re supposed to be on patrol.”

“there’s a blizzard outside.”

“is that weed?” jesse questioned as he took in the surroundings.

“why are you here?”

“people are counting on you, you get that? what we do matters!”

“then why aren’t you at the fucking lookout?”

“because tommy, joel and y/n didnt show up!” ellie shot her head up, and she got up swiftly.

“what do you mean?”

“we’ve been waiting for an hour, i was looking for their horses until i saw light.” ellie felt speechless, what if you guys were in trouble. dina turned to her.

“maybe they just went back to town.”

“without being replaced? no way.” ellie walked over to her bag grabbing it swiftly making her way to shimmer. you better be alive.

just minutes before

you guys had made it to the house finally feeling some sense of relief. the girl was with a bunch of other people, this didn’t feel right like you’re trapped now. you felt weird, you knew something was up and you wanted to leave.

“dad, i think we should leave.” you said in a hushed tone not wanting to give your suspicions away.

“what we jus’ got here.”

“this doesn’t feel right, i don’t trust them we should leave.”

“babygirl, its fine we will be alright.” he scoffed and tied up his horse walking away from you. you tried to trust him and relaxed your shoulders walking into the other room with everyone. you made sure you had your gun on you in case anything happens. you had drowned out their conversation until tommy elbowed you.

“that’s y/n, joel’s daughter.”

“y’all act like you heard of us or somethin’…” you saw the girl pull out a shot gun you weren’t able to react quick enough when the two people next to you grabbed you and knocked you over. your head slammed against the floor making you groan in pain.

“get off me!” you yelled seeing your dad with his leg basically shot out, you knew it you knew something was off.

now you’re here squirming as much as you can to get set free to try and help your dad, you didn’t know what else to do. you were panicking tommy was on the floor passed out and your dad had a blown out leg, how were you supposed to fight these guys. you were fucked. you had no other choice but to save your dad, you knew you wouldn’t come out of this alive.

ellie was frantically riding through the storm yelling for you guys hoping and praying you guys were safe, especially you. she found a house so she made her way over to try and find a way inside.

“please be okay.” her voice was shaky she felt tense and her stomach was in knots. making her way down and finding an opening in the house, she ran in and heard yelling. shit. she ran towards the noise finding a staircase and a door at the end leading towards whatever was down there. she could hear joel yelling your name. running down the staircase she opened the door slowly to find joel sitting being held down by two guys and you on the floor all bloodied and beaten. she gasped and ran in with her gun in hand, but she got tackled and pushed down.

“you’re gonna fucking die!” she yelled groaning at the scene she saw. she looked at joel seeing tears in his eyes, he looked defeated mumbling your name. he lost a lot of blood too much blood. she turned her attention back to you, seeing you stare at her, she didn’t want to look at you. you didn’t look the same her heart churned and she felt nauseous knowing you would die at the hands of some girl.

“baby get up! y/n fucking get up!” she wanted you to miraculously get up, she wanted this to be a bad dream. she swore she could see you mouth ‘i love you’ to her.

“please stop!”

“babygirl you gotta get up! please…” joel pleads, he feels his body start to slow down due to the loss of blood, he’s hoping he’s dying. he can’t bare to lose another daughter.

“please don’t do this!” she pleads and pleads hoping for that second that someone might come in and save them, save you.

“baby please get up!” her pleads going unheard, getting more desperate as they came out. the whole world seems to stop, her ears ringing not hearing anything else but her own sobs. she saw the golf club rise up and come right back down.

“noooo!!” all life comes back to her, hearing the crush of the club hitting you, making her feel queasy at the noise. the ringing noise was back as sobs rack her body as she sees all life leave your eyes. all her memories of you come crashing within a moment, before she could even think or do anything she was knocked out.

as she woke back up dina was in front of her telling her sorry, ellie hoped she would’ve woken up and she was in bed with you. there you had been lifeless on the ground, she could barely see your face covered by the blood. she wanted to look away but she couldn’t, seeing your lifeless body just laying there. she so badly wanted you to magically wake up and be okay. her eyes fell on joel who had just barely woken up checking his surroundings and his eyes falling on you. her body ached from laying there her head pounding, she tried to get up as quick as possible her body dragging against the floor to get to you. the path felt so far away but you were so close. moving the hair from your face she grimaced at the hair sticking from the dried up blood. her breath hitched as she pulled the hair away seeing what was left of your face, your eye covered and the other closed. she didn’t know where it came from but she started screaming, her throat hurting from the pure force of her screams. she picked herself up and pulled you into her lap, tears invading her eyes and her screams louder by the second.

joel soon after screaming with her, the emotions hitting him like the plague. wishing this wasn’t real that he had lost another daughter. his youngest, his pride and joy that he couldn’t protect, just like sarah. jesse was helping tommy up as he stumbled back seeing the scene in front of him, his own voice getting caught up in a gasp.

“no please wake up!! fuck! help me please someone! she has to wake up please please…” ellie sounded desperate her voice slowly becoming more and more pleading for someone, something to come help. joel had tried his best to crawl to ellie, holding her as close as possible. more people from patrols came down gasping at the image in front of them, helping joel up and pulling ellie away. she thrashed around in dina’s arms wanting to go back to you.

“please please! i need to hold her! she’s going to wake up please!!.” she pleaded and slowly stopped and all she let out were whimpers and whispers of pleads. she knew you weren’t coming back, she knew she didn’t have another chance to apologize, she didn’t have another chance with you. ellie forgot about why she was even mad at you, why she had stopped talking to you, all she wanted was you back and you weren’t coming back. she regretted everything, she wished she could’ve said i love you or kissed you one last time.

the ride back and anything after that was a blur, ellie felt dead she felt like her heart stopped and she was just in purgatory. when she got back to jackson she didn’t even want to go home, knowing you weren’t going to be there. ellie wanted to be left alone but she didn’t at the same time, she didn’t know what she wanted really. she stayed with joel not wanting to leave his side knowing how he must feel right now. they had taken him to the infirmary to get his leg treated, ellie had gotten treated and waited just outside after. sitting on the steps not moving staring at the snow that was coating the ground.

“hey kiddo…” joel came back out with a patched up leg. ellie whipped around to see him staring at her holding his arms out. she jumped up and crashed into him, the tears coming back like a wave. they stayed like that for a little bit soaking in the warmth of each others bodies until ellie pulled back.

“m’sorry i got your shirt wet.” she sniffled and wiped her face.

“is’okay kiddo…they uh they’re gonna have a small lighting for her and were gonna bury her, i think you should be there to say goodbye.” she nodded and that was a response enough for joel. he pulled her back into a hug the smell of him reminded her of you, it brought her comfort. when she held you, you didn’t smell the same you only smelt of blood and she hated it. ellie couldn’t stop smelling it and seeing you laying there.

she stayed with joel, picking out an outfit for you to wear, getting you ready to be buried and helping him walk over to the cemetery with her. they hadn’t shared much words between each other but being each others company right now helped them both. standing next to each other at the lighting, ellie had barely listened to what maria was saying and all the speeches. her thoughts were all jumbled, thinking about how you had looked. they had let it be open casket, which ellie thought was a shitty way of saying goodbye to loved ones. tommy had went first seeing your cleaned off face being able to recognize you but your face was still not intact, it made his gut drop and he swallowed loudly. tears coming to his eyes as he sees how cold and pale you look. he kisses your forehead and walks to the side to let ellie go next.

she didn’t want to look she didn’t want to believe that you were in your casket at the age of 19. it wasn’t supposed to be like this, you weren’t supposed to be in there. she slowly made her way over and peaked in the casket seeing you cleaned from the blood, you face wasn’t the same. she let out a loud sob and felt her knees buckle underneath her, joel held onto her as she sobbed looking at your lifeless body.

“im so sorry baby…please come back please. i need you here i can’t live life without you here.” she sobbed with her body over the casket, she grabbed your hand and she didn’t feel the warmth of your skin, it felt cold. ellie pulled herself up and tried to warm you up, kissing your hand and blowing into it thinking it might help. she wanted you to feel warmth before you were buried into the cold icy ground.

“i love you so much, please wake up.” ellie sounded desperate, joel was crying seeing you in there and seeing ellie hunch over your body. he was thankful that he was able to say goodbye to you but kids shouldn’t die before their parents. he felt like he failed again as a parent it should’ve been him in there and not you, he knew he should’ve done something. he kissed your forehead and said goodbye to you, they all walked off and they lowered you in the ground. ellie felt like she couldn’t breathe, her heart was pounding out of her chest and she had cried to the point of a headache. she started to feel the soreness from getting beat up, she needed to lie down.

the ceremony ended and everyone dispersed back to their homes, saying sorry for your loss as they passed ellie and joel. ellie didn’t say anything, she just stared at the ground. they all left and it was just ellie, joel, tommy and maria.

“let me know when you want to leave, i’ve got your back don’t worry.” tommy whispered to joel as they hugged. ellie knew what they were going to do, they were trying to leave to find those people and leave you behind. she wasn’t going to let that happen. tommy left with maria and left them alone together.

“were you just going to leave without me and think that would be okay?” her voice sounded hoarse, her throat in pain from screaming.

“i don’t want you going kiddo, we don’t know what were up against.”

“exactly why i should go, you have a blown out leg joel.”

“ill make it work, i don’t want you goin’.”

“im going i don’t care, she means a lot to me too. i love her too i have the right to go and help.” joel knows she’s right, he has a blown out leg for crying out loud, he can barely walk. he sighs and nods.

“you’re right you’re right…ill come get you, were leaving later tonight.” they both walked back to their respected homes. ellie ran into her little garage and grabbed her backpack to pack what she needed. ellie felt anger now, she felt the rage build up in her to find who did this and kill them she felt thirsty for blood and needed to get revenge. it was all for you, she knows if it was her or joel you would’ve been long gone by now she wanted needed an outlet to let her anger out and it was getting revenge. she was going to find and she was going to kill every last one of them.

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a/n: i kind of gave up at the end up i’ve had this in my drafts for months and wanted to get back to writing!

[skywalkoverme]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐫: One Shot

𐙚 James Kelly x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Night at home with your fiance while ovulating.

Warnings/contains: breeding kink, dom! male, sub! fem, outside sex, ovulation, choking, hair pulling, teasing, not proof read-- english is not my first language!

a/n: In my head, James has a breeding kink so here you are. Mwah!

Word Count: 2k // More soon on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

Initially, it was quiet.

With your daughter in your arms, you step into the kitchen, “Frankie. Time to go.”

“It’s not even 8pm-” James’ brother protested as he crushed out the cigarette in the stained ashtray, taking a sip of beer. He was trying to act as if he was going to stick around awhile. He probably wanted to. “I’m sure the little darling can stay up with her favorite uncle.” He scrunched his finger at the little girl.

“James.”

Frankie rolled his eyes, putting the beer on the table. “Fine, guess I’ll head out.” He got up from the table and passed by you, ruffling your hair like you were a teenager, rather than nearing thirty and a mother of a little girl. He stopped at the front door, looking back at you with a smirk. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Like hell.”

You lay your daughter in her bed and pulled the covers up to her neck. Your sweetheart looked so peaceful, sound asleep. You closed the door gently, not wanting her to be woken up.

When you walked into the living room, you could see your fiancé sitting there, beer in hand. He sat in his usual spot on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table. It was almost like clockwork, the exact same scene you had seen many, many times before. You began to rearrange some mail and pick up glasses, taking them into the kitchen. “How was work?”

“Fine.” He said softly, flipping through channels; His arm outstretched with his palm on the back of his head. James settled on an old western movie before taking another sip of his beer. A silver chain lay over his collarbones and down the center his chest. You took a deep inhale, watching him from the corridor.

“You want dessert?”

“Not now, no.” You bounced your bent knee. “Why are you hidin’, Doll?” He looked over his shoulder.

“I’m right here.”

“Yeah, but you keep touchin’ stuff, cleaning.” He said gruffly and waved his hand. “I ain’t seen ya all day. Come sit down.” You found your place on his lap. James ran his callused palm over your soft thighs; his fingers went through your shorts and up your hip. You leaned on him, soft kisses from your neck down to your breasts.

“What’s this one called?” Your fingers buried in his short hair as he pressed his face on your tits, rather distracted by your curves.

“Red River.” He mumbled and tugged at your flattering tank top. “You smell so nice~ like vanilla cream cake.”

“Thank you.”

You sipped from his cold beer before placing it on the table. James pulled you with him as he lay back, your thighs spread around his hips. “Are you tryin’ to get fucked, pretty girl?” A firm slap met your ass; you bit your lip, grinding against his buckle.

“I can’t show you affection…?” He smirked, and grabbed your cheek, playfully squeezing, “I missed you~ You’ve been gone all day.” You sighed dramatically, taking his thumb into your mouth. He just sighed, shaking his head slightly as if it was a lost cause. Then you had to go right ahead and suck on his thumb. That was just like you.

He watched you silently for a moment, his thumb still in your mouth. You were so soon to be a mess right now and yet trying to get him to cave. “You’re damn lucky you look so pretty.” You took more of his fingers into your mouth. It was like a damn switch had been flipped. He was starting to get wrapped around your little finger, as usual. He had a weakness for you, and you knew it, always had known it. “Flattery.” He said with a scoff, his hand still against your face.

“Is it working?” It was. That much was obvious. Your hands ran up his sides beneath his white tank.

“You know damn well it does.” It was almost impossible for him to resist you when you start buttering him up.

“You wanna cum in my pussy?”

“Y- yeah.”

“Is that right?” You teased; your fingers grazed his nipples.

He was trying to stay as cool and collected as he could, but that almost broke him. “Y- yes, Baby.” He let out a heavy breath, leaning down to press his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath. “J- Just let me look at ya, ok?” You knew he was holding out to tease you. Rather than waiting, you bounce your hips on him. James sighed deeply as your ass jiggled on his belt. It was so obvious how you were trying to rile him up. He was starting to lose control, just as predicted. He took another deep breath near your neck, taking in the scent of your hair. “You are just asking for it. And I’m in the mood to give you what you want.” You playfully hummed and rose off him. “C’mon, I just said I’d fuck you! Wait!”

“Shhh, the baby is sleeping.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He followed, holding his pants up, heavy breaths from his lips.

You wandered to the back porch, holding onto a tree trunk. James licked his lips upon seeing your bare feet pressed on the sod, and supple curves beneath those clothes. “You know me~ I like sex with a view.” Past the sod, dusk settled over the field of green. He was watching you silently for a few moments, watching you get into position as you pulled your panties to the side. He let out another heavy breath, pushing up behind you, his body pressed against yours. “And what do you think you’re doing…?”

“Oh, don’t be modest.” He said, gently caressing your pussy with two digits. He leaned down, nipping at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “Didn’t I tell you about walking away from me, baby?” You could only nod as he suckled hickies on your skin. “I’ll make sure you learn that lesson.” He grabbed your hip with one hand, the other grabbing your hair and giving it a sharp pull, so that your face was facing him. He wanted to see every expression on your face as he gave you what you needed.

“James, sweetie.” It was obvious from just the expression on your face how much you were enjoying it. He pulled your hair again, getting your attention and forcing you to look him in the eye. “I adore you.”

“You are somethin’…” He was tracing you with his fingertips, running them over the curve of your ass. He wanted to ruin that pretty hole with his big cock but wanted to take his time taking you apart before that. “Spread out for me, doin’ whatever I tell you on the first command...what’s gotten into you?”

“Tell me I’m yours.”

He gripped your hair tightly, forcing you still as his warm cock pressed on you through his boxers. “You’re mine, baby. You belong to me. You know that don’t you?”

“I do.” You said through heavy pants as your ass held his cock.

He leaned closer, pressing his mouth against your ear so he could whisper to you. “And you’re gonna let me take whatever I want, right? Whatever I want, because you know you’re my good little girl.” It took your all not to nuzzle into his palm. He loved how eager you were, how willing you were to do whatever he asked of you, when he asked it of you. He rubbed his fingers against your wet slit, sliding them in with ease, getting them nice and wet. “You’ve been waiting for me to take care of you all day?”

“Y- yes, I have.”

“What is it you want to ask me, doll, hm?”

“Please…cum in me….” You whimpered as he fingered your pussy, tightly curled to your core.

He pulled your head back by your hair again, his face right next to yours, his fingers still inside of you. “You want me to give you another baby, huh? You want me to fill up your pretty pussy again?” He was holding you close to him, his hips pressed against your ass. He was staring into your eyes, not letting you break eye contact. “Now that I think about it…you were a brat yesterday. Is that why you’re so sweet today?” You said nothing, simply smiling under him. “Yeah, I figured.” He chuckled, using one hand to rub your thigh lazily before giving it a squeeze.

“You’ll forgive me, right?” Without much warning, James finally slips his length inside of you. He growled as he felt your tight pussy wrapped around him, getting right back to that familiar place inside of you. You shut your eyes tightly and grabbed his palm on your hip. “M- Nghh~” Your thighs trembled with his first strokes.

“You know I will, princess. But you were acting up again, weren’t you? You know what happens when you act up.” He pushed you up onto his lap until your face was right next to his. He held you by the hips, grinding you gently back and forth, his mouth close to your ear. “I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve came in you. You’ve got this pretty, and fertile body, you just need someone to plant a baby in it, don’t you?” He sucked on your neck, embracing your skin roughly.

“I need dick.” You pout and pull him closer. He could tell you were ovulating, but he loved when you acted like this. He grabbed your face and kissed you softly.  

“You want me to fill you up, huh Doll? You want me to knock you up, give you a baby?” He ran his shaft through your cunt; precum and your wetness covered his cock. You grind against him, savoring every second of him. “You’re just desperate for it, aren’t you? You want me to pump a baby into that tight little pussy. Say it.”

“I want you…you to get me pregnant~”

“You’re just a little breeding machine, aren’t you? That’s all you’re good for, baby?” He leaned into your ear, nipping at the tip and chuckling. You tried to focus on his warm, gentle touch but as his cock pushed against your cervix, only desperate and breathless whimpers left your lips. “I haven’t made you take all of me for a while.” You nodded and held onto his neck. “You can take it, its ok.”

James hugged your sides, guiding your body up and down. “D- feels so good~” A rather distracted and helpless plea, “Please…keep going.”

He leaned forward, making sure you were pressed tightly against him, his eyes locked on yours. “You’re my pretty girl.” You nod with him, “You know I love you, baby, right?” Again, you nod, your legs closed around him, “You don’t have to hold it in. Finish for me, baby.” The tight feeling in your core released as you stared in his blue eyes, squirt sprays from your cunt onto his body; you soaked his tank and boxers with a gentle pulse. He lay a soft touch on your pussy and grazed your clitoris. “Do you want me to cum inside?”

“Yes.”

He leaned down to kiss your neck as his hands ran over your body, gripping your hips and giving them a rough squeeze. You let out a helpless moan as you felt your pussy fill to the brim. From your core, you could feel him throb inside of you. He loved to do that. He knew how oversensitive you got and loved to push you until you cried and trembled. “Shhh, let me take care of you, baby.”

After a few moments, he carried you around his hips, and into the house once more. James gently stroked your cheek as you were taken into the bedroom. He kicked the door closed and pulled off his tank top.

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A/N: Some squirter representation!!

More soon on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

dividers: @/uzmacchiato

[kiana12113]

Hi! I'm not often requesting something but I just spent the last few hours reading your hcs and I must tell you that there are the best ones I've read so far!! I just wanted to ask if there is a possibility of making more Micah Bell, I can't hide that I love his character and I would gladly read more about him. Wish you a good day! <33

꒰ঌ MICAH BELL HEADCANONS ໒꒱

Aaa, i’m honoredd! Thank you so much ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆_ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝ i’ll try my bestt. hope i got this right. XD

ps. sorry this took so long, i had to go to the hospital and rest awhile. (´ε｀；)

WC: 1.6k

Micah Bell who rides alone.

Micah Bell who, from birth, up until now — was taught to be stone-hearted, cold, and to live as an outlaw amongst people who he should not care about. He lives merely for himself, for the thrill, to kill, and to survive — within any means. He does so ‘without care’, proudly announcing the fact.

Micah Bell who says things more as a statement to convince himself, rather than those who happen to hear. He’ll always hide in that mask of his, though. Acting like he doesn’t need anyone, or anybody, despite chasing expectations since childhood.

Micah Bell who doesn’t care — and helps people expecting something in return. So, at first, when he sees you, shivering around in Colter, the man shrugs and goes on with his day. He should be doing something better — he thinks. But he keeps seeing you around, like an idiot, and it irks him. He decides before it irritates him too much, that he might as well get you out of the way.

“Hey, woman. You look stupid.” He says, giving you his coat. He looks annoyed, like he’s doing it against his will. And then he leaves, immediately after, not wanting to hear a comment about what he just did.

Micah Bell who raises a brow when he sees you around the camp, mumbling and commenting, just loud enough so you can hear it. “So, when ya gonna—” But you don’t even spare him a glance. “Huh.” And he stands there, lips slightly agape as his eyes follow you around. “Hey, wait.”

Micah Bell who is nosy and impatient. He has his leg moving up and down, pretending to look busy. He can’t help but often steals glances at your way, oddly curious about what you’ve got going on. He’ll curate little plans in his head on how he’ll be able to throw you off from your focus, and get a reaction out of you.

Micah Bell who won’t say it out loud, but the only reason he’s been pissing people off on purpose was to have even some form of communication. No one talks to him willingly, that much is given.

But you did, once — on purpose. You asked him about something, and it turned into a little conversation. Maybe talking properly with you was enjoyable, maybe. He still had to sort that out.

Micah Bell who doesn’t sleep, ever. It’s vulnerability, to some extent — he’s too untrusting for that, the average person would assume. And the man’s an insomniac. He couldn’t sleep, even if he tried. Too haunted by his own thoughts to close his eyes without them running around and making a mess of his mind. He’s always by some trees, alone. He likes to think the loss of sleep couldn’t possibly affect him.

Micah Bell who eyes you around like a hawk. He has his body slumped, cheek rested on his first as his eyes continue to follow wherever you go. At first, he doesn’t even try to hide it — but after that time you looked straight back at him, he learns to be subtle; and he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t want to admit the fact that it made him feel caught.

Micah Bell who loves the idea of pissing you off, of making you mad — but he can’t. He’s always frozen in place, grumbling insults that don’t reach your ears. Every time the man approaches you, he has to think about what to insult you with first. He wasn’t really trying to pick up a real conversation, was he? But he was, unfortunately for him.

Micah Bell who’s become accustomed to the scene of you, wherever, whenever. The smell of you, the voice of yours.

Micah Bell who is an insufferable, nasty man — but sometimes he chooses to be confusing. One time he’ll be running that loud mouth of his, about some nonsense, and the next thing you know, he’s giving you some kind of revolver he’s found. Talked big about ‘high quality’ and how hard it was to get. When you asked why was he giving it to you, he chuckled. “Ya wound me — you ain’t even grateful?” He doesn’t answer the question, because truthfully, he doesn’t know either.

Micah Bell who isn’t concerned, nor worried about anyone else’s wellbeing except for him. Except you, too, apparently — because he’s been leaning against that tree for the past few minutes, keeping an eye on you. He figures, he might as well stay there, since he doesn’t sleep anyway. You and that fever of yours.

Micah Bell who isn’t some kind of lovestruck fool. Hell, he didn’t even know love. For as much as he knew, it was just some word that made everyone crazy. And he knew very well in his heart (if he had one) that he wasn’t supposed to be a victim of it.

Micah Bell who pushes down that feeling bubbling inside him. He knows exactly what it is, but is convincing himself that he doesn’t — and that it isn’t there in the first place.

Micah Bell who does realize, one night — that he’s a nasty, lonely man. One that didn’t deserve to be saved from that feeling, the feeling that has been gnawing and clawing him from inside making its way out. How his heart would throb, and mind would hurt, like several daggers were simultaneously inserting themselves in between the flesh. His skin is tough, thick — not to be penetrated so easily, and yet, there you were; making him an utter fool and highlighting the pinnacle of his stupidity like it was nothing to you at all.

He’s sat alone, like always, and thinking. With a cigarette pursed between his chapped lips, the smoke exits his lungs as quickly as it entered. Micah Bell, ‘lone wolf’, is searching for something, someone. You, who takes away that feeling of loneliness.

Micah Bell who spews insults at your direction like breathing air. Mindless, without thought, quickly — only for one purpose — so that he won’t be obvious. Acting like your mere presence irritates him, and yet, he can’t get enough of it either.

Micah Bell who doesn’t know romance. One would say he’s akin to a blind man trying to get through a maze. But when your fingers graze over his face, all over the stubbles in his beard, he’d like to try, a little— to understand. He hates the way you’re treating him, the way you’re making him hesitate, making him think so much, making him soft — but he sure as hell won’t be telling you stop soon.

Micah Bell who has kissed many, unfortunate women before. Just for the sake of it, for the kick — for the yells and cries of complaint he’d get after. But not like this, no. Your lips were soft, sweet, unlike others. Your hands were fragile to him, dainty, like porcelain. You allowed him that, and he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. This sickening feeling in his stomach, it hurt his ego — though it also stopped the bleeding from within, soothing the need he’s been hiding deep and away for so long.

He’d scoff, tease you for a bit. Talk high of himself for a bit after, masking the surprise he felt.

Micah Bell who felt wanted, for once. Sick man turned tentative; gunner turned thinker. Maybe now he could understand his brother a little more. Though deep down, he’ll forever hear the voice of his father telling him how he’s failed, and how he’s fallen to the hands of some woman.

Micah Bell who finds himself solace in your hands. And his thoughts drift away, like a boat in the ocean of his mind. His words are quiet, almost like a whisper. It’s breathy, like usual, but with thought. He’ll ask you, almost like a joke — if you’d run away with him if he asked. He hopes you would, but maybe he’s pushing his luck.

Micah Bell who is asleep. Dozing off, next to you. He makes almost no noise, chest heaving softly and gently — a complete opposite to when he’s awake. He’s peaceful in this state, and most of all, comfortable enough to lower his guard.

No, you don’t tolerate his actions, what he’s done. What vile things those calloused hands had done and that mouth has said. And yet you stay, ever the more patient and endearing. To die alone, a silent death — was what he had imagined for himself. Now, he’ll have to postpone it a little later.

Micah Bell who feels like a teenager, clueless, learning, again. He had thought he was too old for all of this already, and someone from his past ought to drag his body back to hell. But then again, he’d crawl out, just for a little moment to ask you again. “Darlin’,” “I don’t take ya for an unintelligent woman. But ya really… chose me?”

Micah Bell who lets himself relax, unwind, like he’s been tense his whole life.

Micah Bell who’s got his hands covered in blood, and now he’ll have to pay the price. And maybe, just this time, he’s actually valued life more than simple-minded selfishness. Maybe, in another life, though this one was good enough — he’ll be a greater man than he was.

Micah Bell who rides alone, with the thought of you in the back of his mind.

[cccakessslicemeee]

Spoilers for fantasy high read at your own risk

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I wanna see Fig find out about all the shit Bobby Dawn and how it personally affected her mom. Like I don't think Sandra Lynn would ever tell Fig about that. At least she would tell-if pushed the softest version of what she went through. Probably chalk it up 'yeah well... It was a really difficult time. I made my bed and that's where I got to stay for awhile. It was a mistake and I learned from it." But she's clearly doing that thing where she doesn't want to be too open or too vulnerable because all that shit happened in the past right? It doesn't matter now and she shouldn't make her daughter feel bad for HER own mistakes. It's just a thing that happened.

I feel like Sandra Lynn wouldn't tell Jawbone. Or maybe do that thing where she just says a lil bit to give him an idea but she doesn't tell the full story. He'd know though. He's been through some shit of his own and he would definitely have an idea.

I like to imagine it happens so organically.

Like Bobby Dawn returns to town. He's done nothing wrong. He's just doing a little shopping and he runs into Sandra Lyn while at fantasy grocery store. Fig and Kristen are probably there Figs looking at pre ripped jeans and Kristen is probably trying to convince Sandra Lynn to pick up a huge thing of protein powder. They don't need it they still have half a tub of that nasty shit at the manor.

Sandra Lynn sees Bobby Dawn as he comes around a corner. Probably got milk or bread. Maybe both? He's a white conservative so I soupy his grocery list is super complicated. Maybe eggs if he's feeling the light of Helios blessing. Anyway they stare at one another for a moment but he smiles first. Sandra Lynn turns away and grabs something off the shelf.

Bobby Dawn can't let it go. He must say something. All he has to say to get under her skin is just a simple hello. And she's shrinking into herself.

Kristen puts herself between Sandra Lynn and Bobby and also says hello. She didn't think he'd be coming back to town anytime soon. And he agrees. It's not his job to know everything, only to follow under Helios light.

Fig is baffled. Her mom is such a force of nature usually but now she's so...quiet? What the fuck??? Fig looks to to her mother who just focuses on the grocery list but her hands are shaking. Maybe with an unspoken rage or fear but it's not ..this is so weird.

Bobby's eyes don't meet Kristen. They are set on Sandra Lynn.

"I think it's so fascinating that you choose to continue living in broken homes."

Sandra Lynn does not react. She's in a store. She's buying milk and eggs and a shit ton of pork for a barbeque later and pool cleaner and a bag of coal and all this other stuff .. she can't.. she can't be.. she cannot just leave. She has shit to do and this asshole doesn't fucking matter anymore. Why won't he just leave?

I like to think Fig reacts before she even realizes what she does. It's not a spell or a punch and even Kristen has to kinda duck (fall honestly) out of the way to avoid being smacked upside the head with a bass guitar. It catches him in his stupid mouth and his glasses are flung nine isles over. Fuck this guy. Broken home? BROKEN?

"maybe shit has to break so it can be fixed and it comes back better than it ever was!" Fig wacks him again. He's prone. The man is pissed and scrambling to get away.

Kristen is like haha yeah fuck him up!

Sandra Lynn turns to see what the fuck Fig is doing and it's a lot. She feels like she's a failure because Fig should not be fighting her demons. None of this should be happening. She thinks about saying something like "you can't just beat up on people shopping" but she doesn't. Her mouth doesn't seem to be cooperating and her hands won't stop buzzing.

Kristen cast a zone of calm on Sandra Lynn and it helps sure but she's still so uncomfortable.

Bobby Dawn scrambles away and Fig absolutely chases after him but stops short when she gets to the threshold of the store only to scream obscenities and then come back to her mom who still seems so messed up?

They get the stuff they need and head home. Just this interaction has Sandra Lynn all discombobulated. She's having some thoughts and old memories she buried bubble up on loop. Her mind becomes a hellscape she just can't seem to escape from.

She remembers the bad things but worse than that she remembers the good things. When he was kind and kissed her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair telling her she was the most beautiful woman in the world and quite possibly the best ranger he's ever witnessed. She remembers snuggling up to his chest and whispering sweet nothings back and forth. She remembers sharing meals and making plans. She can't forget the first night she slept behind a dumpster. It's everything all at once. Good and bad and ugly.

Where the fuck is Baxter? Oh right. He's sleeping at the manor or playing tug of war with jawbone. (Jawbone lets him win all the time)

They get home and she's real quiet. Stuck in her head reliving memories and what not. Baxter goes to her and he knows he's glued to her side and she's in tears nearly..but not quite.

Jawbone asks what's up. Sandra Lynn says something about "It doesn't even matter I should feel like this anymore it happened so many, years ago. Everything's fine now. I have a home."

He makes tea. He sets his paw on her hand and let's her have the floor. She doesn't talk, he doesn't make her. They just sit there for awhile.

Fig talks. She's so pissed about that Bobby Dawn guy. How come he has this effect on her mom?? What the fuck? Kristen agrees but she's well aware of Bobby Dawn and his...less than stellar work in the church. It's a hard night.

Fig is a bitch on a mission now and Sandra Lynn won't talk but maybe Gilear will? She presses him. He's not quite the guy to spill other people's secrets but Fig feels like she has a right to know. So he tells what he knows. She's livid. Not at him tho and she reassures him of that.

I like to imagine that days go by and Sandra Lynn is still very much on edge. Like spacing out and accidentally dropping mugs or over filling her coffee cup. Just a mess. Adine is doing her best to follow her around subtly and just not really sure what she can do other than hover around. Fig can't be around to see her mom like that. It hurts so bad seeing someone so capable struggle to put the milk back in the fridge.

Sandra Lynn is so certain she can just push through this. She'll be fine. She's done it before.

Adine assures her that "They are gonna murder that guy so hard."

[gravityglitch-blog]

"Falling To You"

Uzi hadn't known what to expect when she had jumped into the pit at the heart of the old cathedral.

Maybe to fall for hours before being dashed to pieces in jagged darkness.

Tumbling out into the midst of outer space was the last thing on her mind.

Floating in stardust, a planet in fiery death throes before her, she wondered if any of this was real. It was nothing like what she'd heard of in school (though now she wished she'd paid more attention.) For one thing, she could breathe. She could still hear her heart thrumming away inside her. Wasn't space supposed to be an airless eternity where no one could hear you scream? To test her theory, Uzi shouted an expletive at the top of her voice, a word that would have made her dad blue-screen on the spot if he'd heard her. The sound echoed into the void, slowly fading away. Well then, not outer space as she knew it. Another cruel illusion of the Solver? She didn't have time to think about it, because another scream cut the silence. Some distance away, there was a burst of light, like a door opening and closing quickly.

And then N was there, spinning head over feet and struggling to steady himself. He was clutching a red canister to his chest as though life depended on it.

"N?!" His gaze locked on her at once, relief washing away the fear and confusion on his face. "Uzi!" "What are you doing here?" she demanded. "The whole point of this was so you could escape! Her words carried an edge of anger, but they didn't cut. She was too happy to see him.

She'd thought she would never see him again.

Wrestling with the canister in his arms, N answered, "I don't want to escape! I want you!" Finally she recognized what the object was: a fire extinguisher. He pulled the trigger and used the ensuing burst as a makeshift jet, extending his wings to help with power and direction, guiding himself towards her. The madness of the last few days crashed into her, releasing a peal of near-crazed giggling. "What are you even doing?" "I saw it in a movie once!" Uzi swiped her hands over her visor, hoping to hide the tears that had begun to glow in her eyes. "You were supposed to get away! You were supposed to be safe!" Gliding ever closer, N cried out, "I'm not losing you!" Uzi tried to kick and propel herself forward, as though she were swimming, but only managed to throw herself into a dizzying spiral.

The universe stopped whirling as soon as N got near enough to scoop her into his arms.

All of the barriers shielding her heart crumbled. She wrapped herself around him and began scattering kisses and heartfelt insults all over his face.

"You are so stupid!" (kiss) "So, so stupid!" (kiss) "Why?" (kiss) "Why did you do this?"

Tightening his embrace, making no effort to hide his own smile or tears, N said softly, "We made a promise, remember? No matter what, we would stick together." Uzi rested her forehead against his, letting her hands drift through his hair and over his shoulders to assure herself that he was real. Her question came out as a tired whisper. "What will happen now?" "It doesn't matter," N said, running his thumb along the edge of her cheek. "Whatever it is, we'll take it on...you and me."

[tunamayojazz]

mithruns of the week...eat well beautiful

[mcsiggy]

Do yall like, know how to enjoy something w/o constantly criticizing it? don't you want to enjoy something-- anything for what it is? if it gives you joy and makes you happy, you dont have to be critical and pick a part about it to be a 'real' fan of the thing, or to show you're aware of the whatever problems it has.

just liking and enjoying it is enough.

[caterpillarinacave]

y’all I am losing my mind

[seventh-district]

why have i suddenly been gripped with the desire to get back into fishkeeping

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

"I'm not hypomanic," I say at midnight after spending a day downing a huge coffee, energy drink, and soda, on the first day in months I got to experience sunshine

[aria0fgold]

Yaknow what, I'm just gonna be thinking about the House and the newfound knowledge I've obtained in regards to its anatomy and connection with its inhabitants. As well as what I can do with that story wise considering that I DO! have an abandoned house connected with my OCs.

[yoshistory]

kind of going insane with power knowing how much money im going to get in after being on unemployment and going to food banks for what felt like forever

[bastardlybonkers]

Poor bumblebee he’s gonna be stuck for awhile figuring out his door wings but in the bright side some of his other friends (Autobots that don’t know flutters unless someone told them) he can get away with for now with them while he learns hopefully Starscream help him keep it in check.

(Also is Megatron and Optimus alive in this AU I can’t tell cause I was gonna make a comment on how it would be interesting if Megatron saw this since he’s been around the jets and everything that even he would know the flutters and would debate if he should tell prime it just shrug it off??)

its less of an au and more just 'idw but afterwards starbee happened' so unfortunately my guys are not among the living...well i mean ig megs could be imprisoned for life idk its left kinda ambiguous. but hes probably dead 😔 the idea of them finding out about their relationship IS very funny though i think megatrons processor would fall out of his head and optimus would short circuit

[windyremedy]

stressful shenanigans

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

scenario: your husband’s reaction when your child tells you to “shut up” wasn’t what you expected.

Keitaro Bakugou had always been a troublesome child but not in the way that others might assume. Yes appearance wise he’s practically a carbon copy of his father and yes he’s loud and confident as well but he’s also very much like his mother, mischievous. So when you brought up the idea of pranking his father he was all in.

While you two were plotting, your dear husband was with your youngest and oldest boys. All sat around the living room enjoying each others presence with him reading a book (yes with glasses) and your children playing a co-op video game.

The plan you two came up with was that he would tell you shut up when you nagged him about his chores or something. It was actually your idea to do this one in particular since you saw it circling around TikTok awhile ago. So he shouldn’t know about the trend but then again he wouldn’t have known anyways since he doesn’t really use the app. Kei was a lot more hesitant in executing this plan not necessarily worried about his dad’s reaction but more so on how you’d feel. But after you explained to him that you know it’s not malicious in any way he agreed.

So to set the scene he stormed out the door, putting more pressure in his steps basically stomping downstairs.

“I SAID I’LL DO IT LATER!!!” he yelled out loud immediately capturing the attention of his brothers and father.

The oldest, Ryuu, looked at him with pure judgement as Kei glared or tried to at your crossed arms figure. Takeshi the youngest had a confused expression, and Katsuki although was astonished at the audacity of Kei’s attitude (as if he wouldn’t have gotten it from him if it’s the case) was mostly wondering why he was shouting at you when out of the three brats he was the most mama’s boy there was.

“Kei I’m telling you to clean your room now.” you said with finality in your tone.

“So what? It’s my room I’ll clean it when I want to.” he groaned turning around.

At that Katsuki had already closed his book and stood up ready to intervene.

“You need to listen to me Kei—“

“Can you just shut up already!” he shouts raising his voice in a manner he doesn’t ever typically reach if at all.

Then a deafening silence echoes throughout the usually loud household with Ryuu gripping onto his controller looking like he wanted to knock some sense into his brother and Takeshi’s eyes widening as his mouth hung slightly open at the disrespect being displayed. On the other hand Katsuki seemed to shift to his pro hero mode, serious and unwavering purpose to set things right.

“Keitaro Bakugou I know you did not just shout at your mother like that.” he spoke firmly, devoided of its usual warmth.

He stalked closer to the unmoving boy. “—that’s your room right? well this is our house and if you want to keep living here I suggest you apologize to your mother right now—“

Before he could scold Kei any further you stepped in placing a hand around his abdomen.

“Wait! wait— Kats he’s just joking, we’re just joking.” you intervened now fully hugging his side as your accomplice gives him a nervous grin.

Ever so clever Katsuki immediately connected the dots, just exasperated at both your antics.

“You two are gonna be the death of me.” returning your hug and affectionally grabbing Kei around the neck to join.

“I should’ve known, Kei’s bad at acting.” Ryuu mentions from behind as Takeshi nods in agreement.

“Yeah, he’s also bad at Minecraft.”

Having heard that Kei threw his head up from his parents arms, trying to defend himself while recoinciling with his father.

“The creeper crept up on me!”

“Oh really? I wouldn’t have guessed.” Ryuu sarcastically answered.

As the three kids continued to argue or well— two oldest as the youngest one encourages the feud. Bakugou broke off from the hug and put Kei with the other two on the couch. Noticing their father’s disapproval at their little quarrel they quieted down.

“You three should know better than to argue with us infront of you. As punishment you’re gonna go to your grandparents tonight.”

The trio blinked up at him in confusion. They’d always argue at times even when you two were around and never got this so called penalty.

“How is that a punishment?” Kei asked in genuine perplexity.

“Well it ain’t really so much for you, m’ just gonna have a long talk with your mother tonight. Can’t have her encouraging this kinda behavior.” he fauxed a grave appearance as he glanced at you with a different intention unknown to the boys.

Oh you were in for it now.

You are so fucked.

©windyremedy

[lycanr0t]

life is really like. testing me the past 4-5 years and boy it's. getting to me. like what do you do when every time a small good thing that you fought tooth and nail for happens a bigger, worse, MORE time sensitive and MORE invasive and WORSE thing happens that directly voids the good thing??? what do you do?