#miles keller

[bitchinbarzal]

He’s Here | Just Fine AU

Kaia’s hand was crushing Clayton’s.

She didn’t mean to — wasn’t even fully aware of it — but he didn’t let go. Not for a second. Not when her whole body shook, not when her sobs broke between each breath, not even when the nurses spoke in low, fast voices and the doctor calmly told her to push again, just one more time.

He didn’t let go.

And Kaia… she didn’t dare stop. Not now. Not this close.

The labor had been fast and brutal. She hadn’t even been sure it was real when the first contraction hit — just thought she’d stood too long, needed water, needed rest. But within thirty minutes she was doubled over in the car, Clayton speeding through red lights, her hand clutching the center console as she whispered, “Please. Please be okay. Stay.”

And now, here. The hospital room was too bright. Her skin was on fire. Her body was betraying her in strength and also saving her, one breath at a time. But all she could hear was her own fear. What if something goes wrong? What if he’s not crying? What if—

A sound cut through her thoughts.

A cry.

Sharp. Wet. New.

Kaia froze.

Clayton’s breath caught in his chest.

The nurse smiled. The doctor exhaled. And a moment later, a squirming, red, furious baby was held up, his tiny fists flailing, his scream echoing off the walls like salvation.

Kaia collapsed back against the pillows with a broken sob. Her legs trembled, her hands shook, but her chest cracked open with something she hadn’t felt in months.

Relief.

Joy.

Hope.

Clayton pressed his forehead to hers. He was crying silently, arms trembling, whispering, “He’s okay. He’s okay. You did it, baby. He’s here.”

When they placed the baby on Kaia’s chest, her heart nearly gave out.

He was warm and slick and so, so small — his skin pink, his cry softening instantly as he felt her heartbeat beneath his cheek. Her hand instinctively curved over his back, cradling his head.

And in that moment, she wasn’t afraid anymore.

“I didn’t think I’d ever feel this again,” she whispered. “Not after…”

Clayton kissed her temple. “He’s here.”

She nodded, eyes full of tears. “He’s really here.”

They stayed like that for a long time — the three of them tangled together, breathing in the smell of new life, Kaia gently rocking, Clayton whispering over and over: you’re safe, you’re safe, you’re safe.

Then came the question.

“Have you picked a name?” the nurse asked softly.

Clayton looked at Kaia. She nodded.

“Miles Hall Keller.”

The nurse smiled. “That’s beautiful.”

Miles — for the distance they’d come.

Hall — for the sister who couldn’t stay, but would never be forgotten.

Keller — for the name they shared now, through everything.

Clayton reached down, kissed his son’s head, then Kaia’s.

Kaia just stared at Miles — at the soft tuft of hair, the pink wrinkled cheeks, the fingers wrapped around her thumb — and whispered, “You stayed.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, she believed it.

The hospital room was quiet — calm in the way only a post-birth haze could bring. Kaia was propped up against pillows, Miles curled against her chest in his tiny blue blanket, breathing slow and even.

Clayton was pacing near the window.

Not anxious.

Just waiting.

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” he asked, glancing at Kaia.

Kaia didn’t look up from Miles. “She’s stronger than we think.”

They both knew this moment mattered more than most. Elodie hadn’t met Hallie — hadn’t been there for the last time — but she knew. She’d seen her parents cry. She’d heard their quiet conversations. She knew what it meant to lose someone before they ever got to stay.

And now… here they were.

The door creaked open.

Elodie peeked in first, wide-eyed and cautious, her curls still messy from where she’d pulled them into a braid herself. She stepped in slowly, gripping Weston’s hand.

Behind them was Michael Kesselring, who had been tasked with keeping them company at home. Weston had yogurt on his sweater. Kess looked exhausted.

“We’re good,” he whispered. “They’ve been asking every five seconds.”

Kaia smiled gratefully. “Thank you.”

Kess nodded and stepped back to let the kids through.

Elodie stood near the bed, frozen. Her eyes flicked from Kaia to the bundle in her arms. “That’s him?”

Kaia nodded. “This is Miles.”

Clayton crouched beside her. “Wanna come say hi?”

Weston didn’t wait — he toddled forward and practically launched himself onto the edge of the bed. “BABY!” he shrieked.

Miles startled but didn’t cry.

“Shhh, buddy,” Kaia whispered, smoothing Miles’ back. “Gentle voices.”

Weston grinned. “He’s so little!”

Elodie climbed up carefully, much slower than usual, and sat on Kaia’s other side. Her fingers hovered near the blanket but didn’t touch.

Kaia turned her slightly so she could see Miles’ face.

And that’s when Elodie’s eyes filled with tears.

Kaia stilled. “Bug?”

“I just…” Elodie sniffled. “I’m glad he’s here. I was really scared he wouldn’t be.”

Clayton sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay to be scared, baby. But he’s here. He’s safe.”

“I brought the bunny,” Elodie whispered, pulling a small pink stuffed bunny from behind her back — the one she had picked out months ago for the baby. “I thought maybe he’d want it.”

Kaia’s heart cracked wide open.

“You want him to have it?” she asked softly.

Elodie nodded.

“Then I think he’d love that.”

Very gently, Elodie tucked the bunny beside Miles. He twitched in his sleep, one tiny hand curling toward it.

“I like him,” Weston declared proudly, hugging Kaia’s arm. “He doesn’t yell yet.”

Elodie smiled, wiping her eyes. “He’s cute. He looks like Daddy.”

Clayton chuckled. “Poor kid.”

Kaia leaned her head against his shoulder, her arms wrapped around both of her babies. “He’s perfect.”

For the first time since they arrived, Elodie leaned fully into Kaia’s side, resting her head against her shoulder, just quiet. Still.

Kaia kissed her curls. “You did good, big sister.”

Elodie’s voice was a whisper. “You did good too.”

Clayton reached over, rested his hand on top of theirs — his family, all here, all whole.

And for that one, perfect moment, all five of them fit.

Exactly where they were meant to be.

[slaughter-books]

Day 25: JOMPBPC: Book Pile

A beautiful pile of fantasy and contemporary books! 📚💛

[korshrimpski]

utahhockeyclub: introducing: Clayton Keller

[fishssoncauyay]

hey tails do you know who Alex Keller is?

[tuttle-did-it]

Murder, She Wrote, 'Thursday's Child.'

John Anderson (Psycho, ST:TNG, Quantum Leap, Perfect Strangers, MacGyver, Matlock, Dallas, M*A*S*H, Quincy ME, Hart to Hart, Lou Grant, Barnaby Jones, etc)

Vera Miles (Psycho, The Man Who Shot Liberty Vance, Simon & Simon, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, The Love Boat, Helen Keller, Trapper John MD, Magnum PI, Fantasy Island, Columbo)

Episode aired Apr 7, 1991 S7E19

[bug-bites]

hiii!! im bug, my pronouns are they/them, and this is my new writing blog!!

here are some of the things i write headcanons for!! i probably will end up writing for more but i primarily writ for atsv and cod right now ^_^

i think im gonna mainly focus on miles (both 1610 and 42), gwen, pav, hobie, margo and peni for atsv

and as for call of duty: price, soap, ghost, gaz, roach, alex, farah, alejandro, rudy, graves, könig, and horangi

eventually, i'll probably start writing for more characters and from other sources but this is it for now <3

[darlinimamess]

i love blocking people as freely on tiktok as i do here

[regen-kommt]

@cuntkant BITTE erinnere dich da dran

Make sure you say "I wonder what they're doing right now..." about your comic relief friends every now and then so the episode can cut to their B plot

[luvcrs]

wishlist starter for @grcveyacd. / based.

miles let out a grimace as he glanced out his window. he knew there was a storm expected but he hadn't thought it would be this bad. he was glad he had been prepared ahead of time given the fact that the power was now out. as he was about to settle in on the couch, the doorbell rang. he groaned and mumbled, "who the hell is outside in this?", yanking the door open. standing there was his neighbor (who he sort of had a crush on), completely sopping wet. "you okay? what are you doing out in this weather?" he didn't question it before ushering them inside.

[pupsmailbox]

NEUTRAL LEANING MASC NAMES︰ abner.　 abram.　 adam.　 adrian.　 alex.　 alistair.　 andreas.　 ariel.　 arlen.　 arley.　 arlo.　 ash.　 atlas.　 auden.　 august.　 austin.　 avery.　 bailey.　 baron.　 barrett.　 baylor.　 beauden.　 bee.　 bellamy.　 bennett.　 blair.　 blaise.　 bowen.　 brayden.　 brendan.　 bronson.　 bryce.　 byron.　 caius.　 caleb.　 callahan.　 callan.　 calloway.　 callum.　 camden.　 cameron.　 carlin.　 carson.　 casey.　 cassian.　 chandler.　 chase.　 cody.　 cole.　 connolly.　 corban.　 corwin.　 cyrus.　 dallas.　 damion.　 damon.　 daniel.　 darius.　 davis.　 dawson.　 daylon.　 denver.　 desmond.　 devin.　 doran.　 dorian.　 drew.　 elian.　 elias.　 ellery.　 ellison.　 emery.　 ethan.　 evan.　 ezra.　 fallen.　 farren.　 finley.　 ford.　 foster.　 gabriel.　 gannon.　 garner.　 gavin.　 gentry.　 graham.　 greer.　 griffin.　 guthrie.　 harley.　 harlow.　 hartley.　 hayden.　 henley.　 henry.　 heron.　 hollis.　 hunter.　 ian.　 irving.　 isaiah.　 jace.　 james.　 jameson.　 jared.　 jeremiah.　 joel.　 jonah.　 joran.　 jordan.　 jory.　 josiah.　 jovian.　 jude.　 julian.　 juno.　 justus.　 kalen.　 kamden.　 kay.　 kayden.　 keaton.　 kellan.　 keller.　 kelly.　 kendon.　 kieran.　 kit.　 kylan.　 landry.　 lane.　 lennon.　 leslie.　 levi.　 leyton.　 liam.　 linden.　 lowell.　 luca.　 madden.　 marley.　 marlow.　 marshall.　 martin.　 mason.　 mathias.　 mercer.　 merritt.　 micah.　 miles.　 miller.　 milo.　 morgan.　 morrie.　 morrison.　 nate.　 nevin.　 nick.　 nicky.　 nico.　 nicolas.　 noah.　 noel.　 nolan.　 oren.　 orion.　 owen.　 parker.　 percy.　 perrin.　 peyton.　 pierce.　 porter.　 preston.　 quincy.　 quinn.　 reece.　 reid.　 reign.　 rein.　 remi.　 remington.　 renley.　 riley.　 river.　 robin.　 rollins.　 ronan.　 rory.　 rowan.　 russell.　 ryan.　 rylan.　 sam.　 samuel.　 sawyer.　 saylor.　 seth.　 shiloh.　 soren.　 spencer.　 stellan.　 sterling.　 talon.　 taylor.　 thaddeus.　 thane.　 theo.　 toni.　 tracy.　 tristan.　 tyrus.　 valor.　 warner.　 wells.　 wesley.　 whitten.　 william.　 willis.　 wylie.　

NEUTRAL LEANING FEM NAMES︰ abigaël.　 abilene.　 addison.　 adrian.　 ainsley.　 alexis.　 and.　 andrea.　 arden.　 aria.　 ashley.　 aspen.　 aubrey.　 autumn.　 avery.　 avian.　 ayla.　 bailey.　 beryl.　 blair.　 blaire.　 blake.　 briar.　 brooklyn.　 brooks.　 bryce.　 cameron.　 camille.　 casey.　 celeste.　 channing.　 charlie.　 chase.　 collins.　 cordelia.　 courtney.　 daisy.　 dakota.　 dana.　 darby.　 darcy.　 delaney.　 delilah.　 devin.　 dylan.　 eden.　 eisley.　 elia.　 ellerie.　 ellery.　 ellie.　 elliot.　 elliott.　 ellis.　 ellory.　 ember.　 emelin.　 emerson.　 emery.　 evelyn.　 ezra.　 fallon.　 finley.　 fiore.　 florence.　 floris.　 frances.　 greer.　 gwenaël.　 hadley.　 harley.　 harper.　 haven.　 hayden.　 heike.　 hollis.　 hunter.　 ivy.　 jade.　 jamie.　 jocelyn.　 jordan.　 jude.　 juno.　 kelly.　 kelsey.　 kendall.　 kennedy.　 koda.　 kyrie.　 lacey.　 lane.　 leighton.　 lennon.　 lennox.　 lesley.　 leslie.　 lilian.　 lindsay.　 loden.　 logan.　 lou.　 lyric.　 madison.　 mallory.　 marinell.　 marley.　 mckenzie.　 melody.　 mercede.　 meredith.　 mio.　 misha.　 monroe.　 montana.　 morgan.　 nico.　 nova.　 oakley.　 olympia.　 owen.　 page.　 palmer.　 parker.　 pat.　 paulie.　 perri.　 petyon.　 peyton.　 phoenix.　 piper.　 priscilla.　 quinn.　 raven.　 ray.　 reagan.　 reece.　 reese.　 remi.　 remy.　 riley.　 rio.　 river.　 robin.　 rory.　 rosario.　 rowan.　 ryan.　 rylie.　 sacha.　 sage.　 sam.　 sammy.　 santana.　 sasha.　 sawyer.　 saylor.　 severin.　 shannon.　 shelby.　 shiloh.　 skye.　 skylar.　 sloane.　 sol.　 soleil.　 sterling.　 stevie.　 sutton.　 swan.　 swann.　 sydney.　 tatum.　 taylo.　 taylor.　 tracey.　 valentine.　 vanya.　 vivendel.　 vivian.　 vivien.　 wren.　 wynn.　 yael.

[bitchinbarzal]

Left in the cold | C Keller

summary: after a fight about clayton’s intentions with a woman at and event his anger has him making the worst decisions.

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Clayton’s jaw was tight as he stood in the middle of the team charity event, his grip on his drink firm. You had been arguing for most of the night, hushed, forced smiles in front of donors and cameras, but the moment the last handshake was over, things started boiling over.

“You could’ve at least pretended to be in a good mood” you snapped under your breath as the two of you made your way toward the exit.

Clayton scoffed “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I needed to put on a performance while my girlfriend is acting like I’m the worst person in the world”

“Maybe if you actually listened to me instead of getting defensive, I wouldn’t have to!” you shot back, slipping into the passenger seat of his car with an angry huff.

The drive home was tense, Clayton’s hands tight on the wheel as you sat rigid in your seat. The event had been important; funds raised, PR boosted but none of that mattered when you were fighting like this.

“You were flirting with her, Clayton” you finally said, voice quieter but cutting.

His knuckles went white on the steering wheel “Are you kidding me? She’s a team sponsor, Y/N. I was being polite”

“Polite is one thing. Laughing at every word she says, letting her touch your arm, leaning in like she’s the only person in the room? That’s something else”

Clayton exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw locked “You’re being ridiculous”

That was it. That was the last straw.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and snapped “Pull over”

He shook his head, still staring straight ahead “No”

“Clayton, pull the damn car over!”

With a sharp jerk of the wheel, he swerved to the side of the empty road, tires crunching against gravel. The moment the car was in park, you threw the door open, stepping out into the cold night air.

“Are you serious right now?” he called after you, following as you stormed a few steps away.

“Yes, I am serious!” you yelled, finally turning to face him “I am so tired of feeling like I have to fight for your attention!”

Clayton groaned, raking a hand through his hair “Y/N, you are the only person I care about, and you know that”

“Do I?” Your voice cracked “Because I don’t feel like I do!”

His breath hitched, and for the first time that night, something softened in his face. But then, just as quickly, the anger came back, washing away whatever moment of understanding had flickered between you.

“You know what?” he muttered, turning on his heel “I’ve had enough of this”

You watched in disbelief as he got back into the car, slamming the door shut. Your heart pounded in your chest as he started the engine, expecting him to sit there, cool off, maybe argue some more.

But then the car started moving.

“Clayton!” you shouted, stepping toward the road. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even hesitate.

You watched as his taillights disappeared into the night, the sound of the tires fading until there was nothing but silence.

Clayton barely made it a mile before regret hit him like a punch to the gut.

“Shit” he muttered, slamming his hand against the steering wheel.

He pulled a sharp U-turn, his mind racing. He never should have left. Never should have let his anger get the best of him. You were standing alone on the side of the road, and he had just driven away.

But when he got back, you weren’t there.

His heart dropped. He parked haphazardly, jumping out of the car, scanning the area “Y/N?”

No answer.

His stomach twisted as he pulled out his phone, calling you. Straight to voicemail.

Panic settled in his bones. He tried again. Nothing.

He checked every nearby street, every corner, calling your name into the night. He flagged down a passing car, asked if they had seen anyone walking—no luck.

After an hour of searching with no sign of you, he drove straight to the police station.

Filing a missing persons report was one of the most terrifying things he’d ever done. The questions felt like static in his ears. When did you last see her? What was she wearing? Does she have a history of disappearing?

Clayton ran his hands down his face, feeling sick “No,” he answered hoarsely “She doesn’t just disappear”

Another hour passed. Still nothing.

Desperate, he pulled out his phone, texting the team group chat:

Clayton: Has anyone seen Y/N?

The three dots appeared almost instantly, and then a text appeared.

Logan: She’s at your place, man. She showed up like an hour ago. Didn’t say much, just asked for the spare key.

Clayton exhaled sharply, relief flooding him so fast he felt lightheaded.

Without another word, he bolted out of the station, driving home faster than he probably should have.

When he opened the front door, you were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, staring at your phone.

The moment you saw him, your eyes flashed with something unreadable—relief, anger, exhaustion—all at once.

“You left me” you said softly.

Clayton swallowed hard “I know”

“I had to walk back alone. I had to find a way home alone”

“I know,” he repeated, voice cracking. He moved toward you cautiously, guilt weighing him down like lead “Y/N, I—”

“Do you even understand how scared I was?”

His stomach twisted “Yeah,” he admitted “Because I was terrified too. I went to the police station. I thought—I thought something happened to you”

You looked down at your hands, exhaling shakily.

Clayton knelt in front of you, resting his hands on your knees “I messed up. I let my anger get the best of me, and I left when I never should have. And I swear to you, Y/N, I will never, ever do that again”

You studied his face, searching for something—maybe sincerity, maybe just proof that he meant it.

After a long moment, you whispered “You really scared me, Clay”

His throat tightened “I know”

Silence stretched between you before he finally reached for you, hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure if he had the right anymore. But when you leaned into him, letting him wrap his arms around you, he knew he wasn’t too late.

“I’m so sorry” he murmured into your hair “I love you, and I’m so damn sorry”

For a while, you didn’t say anything. But then, finally, your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.

“I was so scared”

It felt like his heart was breaking in his chest and he couldn’t stop it.

[luvcrs]

miles doesn't really intend on getting anything done tonight. he lets out a chuckle as she pretends to fall asleep. fair enough, he thinks to himself. "hey, you know there a lot of people who find this stuff quite interesting." his thumb begins to trace circles gently on her skin as he just appreciates having her close. it's felt like a whole lifetime since they were so close. "hmm," he pretends to think, then leans a bit closer towards her. "now that you mention it, i could use some help just ironing out a few of the minor details. i'd say you make the perfect assistant."

she pretends to fall asleep for a second , feigning a snore as her head lulls to the side before sitting up right again . “sorry — what was that ?” teases with her eyebrows raised , smile tugging the corners of her mouth upward . “did you say you need help finishing ?” teeth sink into the flesh of her bottom lip , feeling the warmth of his hand on her skin awaken something inside of her . something she’d otherwise fail to acknowledge , but she was determined to win this one . show him he couldn’t say no to her .

[bullet-prooflove]

Pause: Mitch Keller x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dolphs-darling @Watermeezer @queenslandlover-93 @redpool

Companion piece to:

Her Name Was Lola - You meet Mitch's wife.

Lola becomes the third wheel in your relationship. There’s been a war brewing between the two of you since she turned up in Tulsa, a silent one that’s waged every night she steps into the casino and sits herself at the bar.

“Why haven’t you banned her?” You ask, furiously wiping down the counter and Mitch sighs as he adjusts his cap.

“Because Sunny, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.” Mitch explained and you’d clenched your jaw so you didn’t bite back with something truly scathing.

You understand the sentiment behind it, Mitch wants that divorce and he wants it as soon as possible but having Lola here, it’s detrimental to your mental health. Part of you wants to claw her damn eyes out and the other part wants to sob, because the evidence of the promise that Mitch broke it’s staring you right in the face, wearing his class ring.

The only solace is those nights when you’re on stage. You sit up there strumming a tune,  singing your heart out and for a moment Mitch’s entire attention it’s focused on you. You can’t express how good that feels, to be the centre of his world again, the only woman he has eyes for. It’s gone the instant you step off because he’s back to Lola, pleading his case.

“I feel like we’re drifting apart a little.” You say to him later that night when everyone else is gone and the two of you are putting away the glasses. “I feel like you don’t see me anymore.”

“That’s not true, Sunny girl.” He sighs as he places his hand on the bar. “I just want this so badly.”

“Well maybe don’t.” You say, your fingertips hooking on the loops of his jeans and drawing him taut against you. “Maybe just enjoy the time we have together, without her and wait the year it takes.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to marry me?” He asks as he looks into your eyes and you can see the hurt reflected in them as your palms come to rest on his chest.

“I’m just saying put it on pause for now.” You tell him.

“Pause.” He repeats, his hands clasping yours to his heart. “We’ve been on pause before and it damn near ruined us. I want to move forward, I want to marry you-”

“I want that too but this situation, it’s not good for us.” You whisper as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “Mitch, I can’t…”

Your voice breaks and he closes his eyes, his nose bumping lightly against yours.

“Sunny.” He says firmly. “We are almost at the finish line.”

“No Mitch, you’re almost at the finished line.” You say pushing him away. “I fell behind ten miles ago but you’ve just been too focused on the goal to notice.”

“Sunny…” He begins but you’re already drawing away from him.

“I have to go.” You say, picking up your guitar case. “I can’t be here right now.”

You leave then and Mitch, he lets you because he knows better than to follow you when you get that resigned tone in your voice. When he gets home that night the lights are off and there’s no trace of you, he realises there’s clothes missing, the overnight bag you usually take on tour.

It’s happening again, he realises. You’re leaving him because Mitch, he just doesn’t fucking listen. He hasn’t been hearing what you’ve been trying to say to him for weeks, you can’t cope with Lola being in his life, you can’t stand to see another woman with his ring on her finger.

You pick up when he calls, he hears the sound of traffic in the background and he knows you’ve already left Tulsa.

“Where you headed?” He asks despondently as he leans back against the door frame of the bedroom, his gaze fixed on the bed he's sleeping alone in tonight.

“Dallas.” You say softly. “There’s a couple of places down there that will give me a gig. Probably Houston after that, Memphis, Nashville.”

It feels like you’ve plunged a knife into his chest. With each stop you get further away from him and Mitch isn’t sure that you’ll ever come back.

“Will you come home Sunny?” He pleads, his voice breaking as he says the words “Please?”

“No Mitch.” You say, and he hears the resolution in your voice. “No, I can’t.”

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[facewithoutheart]

Thanks for the tag @youarenevertooold ♥️

It’s storming here so I guess I’m awake now. I’ve been deep in novel hell but I think I’ve finally banged my head against the wall for so long it’s broken through to the other side. Looks nice over here. Oh, you’ve got snacks?

Anyway, I had several good writing sessions yesterday & @skeedelvee helped me come up with an absolute banger of a copier/printer name. Feel free to name the break room coffee machine if you’re feeling inspired!

“What are you putting in your mug? Whiskey?” Cindy, one of the first grade teachers whose last name Hawk always forgets, tries to peer around his shoulder as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the carafe.

“It’s the free shit we get every day, Cindy, now back off.” Hawk gently caresses the cartoon pig on his mug. “Piglet needs her space.”

Cindy rolls her eyes and backs away. She’s been trying to flirt with Hawk unsuccessfully since he started. Unlike with Miss Keller, he’s never been tempted. Something about Cindy rubs Hawk the wrong way; she feels like the type of person who’d jam the copier and then leave the mess for someone else to clean up.

Hawk would never leave Freddie Prints Junior in such a state.

For the longest time I haven’t been able to find my “funny” in this story but it’s starting to peek out. Or, at least I’m laughing at my own jokes. Same thing, right?? (Although, I guess in this case I’m laughing at Skee’s joke???)

Ps if you wanna follow my nightmare, I blog about my original writing journey on #swept away

Tagging @raenestee, @thewholelemon, @bookish-bogwitch, @martsonmars, @sillyunicorn, @palimpsessed, @fiend-for-culture, @ileadacharmedlife, @skeedelvee, @roomwithanopenfire, @mooncello, @whatevertheweather, @aristocratic-otter, @artsyunderstudy, @bookishbroadwayandblind, @cutestkilla, @jyae23, @rimeswithpurple, @orange-peony, @monbons, @forabeatofadrum, @run-for-chamo-miles, @stitchyqueer, @blackberrysummerblog, @best--dress & @stardustasincocaine ok I tried to catch everyone who’s tagged me recently plus some folks I haven’t heard from in awhile but this is an open tag if you wanna share your works!

[notspiders]

Liminal Spaces w/ COD:MW

Part 1

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Credits for some of the ideas goes to: @angelcqre , @roller-rink-haruno , and @sentientcave / @bluemoonrover. I love all of you so much, thank you for the support!!!

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It's more than just Task Force 141.

Don't like them? Consider these following options! :) Watch your back.

Phillip Graves - The Farm:

There's really nowhere to run off to. Good luck.

His Shadows are the farmhands and the scarecrows.

His animals are... weird.

His horses are a bit too smart, and you think you seen them peering through your bedroom window. Which is nice, until you remember you're on the second floor.

They're... always crunching on something. Why is the family of mice decreasing?

Why do the dogs look human-like? Is it the eyes?

But, you know, ignoring them... the BBQ and steak isn't so bad. You'll get the juiciest steak here. The best baked bread...

Oh, hun. You're cooking, by the way.

He's waiting on that blueberry pie too, you know.

Look at the closet. It's filled with his favorite clothes for you. :)

Why don't you bend over that counter and let him...

Oh? No? You're saying no?

That's adorable. You now have until three to lay on his lap. :)

Alex Keller - Highway

Well you do have to be in a car for this. Walking is a bit of a pain. :/

The endless highway... Sometimes you'll spot a car driving by. But they disappear when you try to speed up to them.

There's an occasional gas station smack in the middle.

And maybe the next hundreds of miles there's another...

Always stocked to the max. Anything you want, it's there.

It's cool inside too.

He's always there too.

You can keep driving but you need the gas. It'll be a pain to have your car broken down in the middle of nowhere. And the sun is scorching hot.

Oh!

Princess needs somewhere to stay, yeah?

That motel looks sus but a place is a place, and a bed would be nice than the hard car seats.

You know...

Alex can do more than just fill your car. :)

Laswell - Cruise Ship:

The cruise ship is always moving in the waters. You don't know where it goes, or when there will be land, you feel like the boat has moved for hours but...

All the clocks are not working. It's all frozen. The day is not changing either. No clouds either. Perfectly sunny.

You have everything in this empty cruise ship. The rooms are always open for you.

Beds are clean, no matter how many times you mess up the sheets, when you exit the room and enter it again- it's back to its pristine state.

The bathrooms are neat. The shampoo and conditioner go great on your hair. There's other products- makeup, medical, more toiletries- in the drawers, should you ever need them.

Theaters, arcades, casinos, restaurants- all free for you to use.

It feels great, if it didn't feel like you're being watched constantly.

You'd enjoy this place, if you didn't see things move in the corner of your eye. You sworn you saw and heard the splash of water in the pool. And that you heard the laughter of someone in a different room. And the chattering in the restaurant.

But every time you rush in, there's no one there.

No one is here in this cruise ship. No one but ghosts and echoes of families who've been here. They're harmless... Just ignore them, dear.

Good luck trying to avoid Laswell, too. She's always watching through the cameras. :)

Under any circumstances, do not jump out.

The ocean is not the ocean.

Nikolai - Airplane

Let's get this straight, yeah?

Good girls stay in first class. Bad girls go to economy.

And if you behave like an animal, well, depends on our pilot's mood. You either get called into the cockpit...

Or down into the cargo you go! :)

Don't worry! He's very nice. If you're acting up, he gives you a warning.

That being turbulence. If the plane is shaking you better stop what you're doing. Now.

It's a strange plane... You can keep on walking and it just doesn't seem to end. Place changes too, when you try to go back. It's always something new.

Plenty of movies and games in the airplane for you to watch. Don't bother taking your phone out, it won't work.

There are very nice flight attendants that'll prepare you the best food you've ever eaten. Airplane food isn't so bad after all. You can have any drink you want too.

Just don't talk with them more than just about the food. If you say anything else, they'll leave immediately.

If you flirt with them, it's their death sentence. You'll wonder why they pale and walk away so fast...

If you glance at the window, you might just catch a glimpse of them flying out into the sky.

Speaking of which... It's pitch black outside. You do see the airplane wing and the red flashing light at the end... But other than that, you can hardly differentiate the night from earth... or sea.

König - Pools

You stumbled into one of these rooms and found the naked Austrian in the pools.

Don't run! Please! You're the first human face he's seen in a while!

It's not all that bad. There's some food in the fridge- a microwave is nearby for you to reheat some foods- and the water is fresh.

The best baths are here. There's all of these shampoos, conditioners, lotions, bathbombs...

Poor König never used them because he doesn't know how to! Teach him please!

Seriously. Gaz gave him the 13 in 1 unlimited dish soap that has Johnny's face smack in the middle of it to shoo him out of his mall- and König's been using that to wash himself ever since. :(

Don't mind him cuddling you all the time.

You're the softest thing he's ever held in his hands. The towels and rubber duckies can't even compare.

Don't try to escape or leave his side now.

There are monsters here that'll be happy to drown you.

Alejandro Vargas - The Resort

A massive upgrade compared to Ghost's Bachelor Shack by the sea.

It's still... very empty.

It's just you and Alejandro.

Food and drink are limitless. Ask for anything, Alejandro will deliver.

Relax, love. You deserve this break. You deserve everything.

No annoying seagulls squawking at you. You do see them flying in the distance though... They never come, nor do they ever land.

The waters are crystal clear. It's the perfect temperature to slip inside and just float in it.

You're never cold. It's toasty warm, with an occasional breeze. Feels perfect. The hotel has perfect air conditioning, if you want to stay inside.

You get a camera, instead of your phone. Go take some pictures!

There's so many things to do here. Scuba-diving, sailing, swimming, surfing...

Exploring tide pools with Alejandro. :)

Rodolfo Parra - Aquarium

Enjoy yourself in the aquarium! Don't you worry, the animals here are all treated wonderfully.

Let him be your tour guide. He'll show you every marine animal in this domain.

And it seems he has everything here. You can take pictures! Just without the flash please. Seriously. No flash. In fact, how about just let him take the pictures for you? Pose with him and smile for the camera... :)

If you want, you can feed the animals here!

You can pet some of the animals in some spots. Rub the back of a patient orca. Allow a sea otter to sniff your hands. Pat the belly of a lazy seal.

Come over to the Ray Pool! The stingrays are eager to feel your touch.

The beluga swims beside you as you walk down the tunnel. A dolphin leaps out of the water to greet you. A manatee smushes its face against a window in an attempt to give you a >kith<.

Ah you're hungry? Not to worry. The cafeteria is down here. Anything you want to eat or drink, it's all here.

After lunch, how about you go diving with Rudy? Don't worry. It's safe. He'll take you to one of the biggest pools and you can dive in beside him.

The Humpback Whale nuzzles you affectionately.

Try not to stray away from Rudy. You can easily get lost in these halls... If you do, stay still and just let him come up to you.

There's no point in hiding. The fish are on his side. :/

Farah Karim:

I truly believe that Farah actually doesn't have a liminal space.

She guides you instead.

She helps you go through the domains.

Farah is someone you can trust in this liminal region.

She'll watch your back as you two camp in Soap's woods. She'll lead you out of Price's suburbia. She sneaks you away from Graves's farm.

She'll protect you.

Bonus w/ Ghost:

After you met with Alejandro and seen his beach, Ghost upgraded his domain.

Well, slightly.

There is a lighthouse now.

Do you remember playing in the beach with him? You two built sandcastles together.

He's awfully proud of himself when he tips the bucket and pulls it up. He's made his first sand tower, really.

"Tha's gonna be where you and me live, lovie."

...No wonder why that lighthouse looks awfully familiar.

It also explains why it looks like it's going to crumble any second.

Sure, there's blankets and lovely cushions, some food and drink in the corner-

It's... somehow colder here than the shack. :/

You can practically feel the tower shake as the waves crash against it.

Ghost assures you- as you curl up beside him on the small bed for his warmth- that it's perfectly safe. Trust him. Please.

Please don't leave him.

But if you really need to...

He'll light his tower to guide you through the dark.

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Secondhand News

John Price/ plus size F!OC

John Price chases after his sergeants sister, a soft and sweet wildlife rehabilitator in the rural south.

Tags: domestic fluff, critters, poor flirting, and eventual smut. There is also some background romance between the rest of the 141. Please Enjoy <3

Price bounces gently in the back seat of the old SUV, his hand curled over the rain guard from where his arm hangs out of the window. Content to let the warm wind wash over him as they speed down the bumpy gravel road to Darren’s home.  Pleased to see the landscape shift from seemingly endless plains of agricultural fields and miles of 2-lane highway, to dense and muggy bottomland filled with oaks and hardy cypress.

Ghost is sitting passenger, mask temporarily pulled down, scarred lips pulled into a knowing smile as he watches Darren fuss stubbornly with the worn out radio. Ghost eventually grows tired of the annoying swap between static and too loud classic rock, giving the knob a quick smack. He reaches over, tugging at Darren’s ear. “Jus’ listen to the wind.” he chastises warmly. Rolling his own window further for added effect. Darren wrinkles his nose in displeasure, growing antsy in his excitement to get home, but holding back his chatter. Price gives him about 5 minutes before he touches the radio again. 

This was a well needed “vacation.” Rather, they had been bullied into taking temporary leave, signed and expedited by Laswell herself before the boys could get swept up in another ultranationalist regime. They had been running for months, beaten and exhausted after Makarov. The near miss with Soap had worn heavily on them all, and another group was being pulled online to clean up the aftermath. After a few weeks of huddling with Soap,  John had intended to go home to his empty flat in Liverpool, drink himself silly and wait for a call, maybe binge the football games he'd missed in the chaos. Pay his mum a visit. 

However it had been Darren’s casual offer that brought him to this portion of the rural united states. Darren, the last to join his task force. A good friend and former teammate of Alex Keller. Price had been pleased with the man’s skills, stealing him like he had done with the others, and Darren’s presence had been invaluable in the hunt for Makarov, securing himself as part of the team as well as snuggling him in just as nicely with his other teammates.

Darren spoke fondly of his home, particularly of his baby sister, whom he fretted for and praised in equal measure. “Ruby’s sharp, smarter than me by a long shot,” he tells them, the 5 of them crammed into their favorite booth of the local pub, “She’s just on her own out there, I know she does just fine, but still.”

Price knew of her, had met her before, years ago at an awards ceremony. She was a pretty thing, all big soft curves and dark freckles on her round cheeks. He’d stolen her to his side most of the night, dancing and laughing, but circumstance had them parting without exchanging contact. Their time together had been brief, but he’d be lying if hadn't layed in bed that evening, hand on his cock as he thought about how the pretty warm thing would sound mewling underneath him. 

And maybe some more nights after that. 

Price had listened intently when Darren spoke of her. From what he could gather, she was in fact doing just fine. Having been the first to snag a college degree, something to do with animal sciences if he remembered correctly. According to Darren she ran her own small scale wildlife rehab. “Nuthin’ crazy, mostly just the critters folks find hurt or without their mommas” he’d explained in his soft southern drawl. Showing them videos of a fawn trying and failing to walk over his home’s hardwood floors, as a familiar feminine voice encouraged the babe to give it another go, biting off giggles somewhere off camera.

Her laugh was just as sweet as Price remembered, and he’d decided then and there that he would travel to the asscrack of southern america just to hear it again. 

It had already been discussed that Soap and Gaz would go to London, spend some time with Gaz’s family while Soap waited for his checkup with a neurologist.  Darren would return to his shared home with said sister, Ghost in tow. “You should come too Cap, take a break for a while, it’s outta the way, and we got plenty of space. Ru won't mind!” he’d beamed. 

Price had pretended to contemplate before agreeing in mock reluctance, hiding his smirk behind his glass as he downed the rest of his scotch. Sure, why not?

Price’s attention is pulled again as Darren makes another turn down an unmarked road. They trundle along the long gravel drive, through the trees until a house blooms into few. 

It’s a two-story, rustic looking thing, with off-white paneling, and dark shingles. The paint is chipping and weeds grow tall around the foundation. What looks to be tractor tires lay on their sides in the front yard, acting as makeshift flower beds for soft purple irises and yellow coneflowers. He figures the place has been around long enough to see several generations come and go. 

Price watches curiously as a gaggle of guinea fowl mosey around the front yard, pecking at the ground, unperturbed as the 3 men pile out of Darren’s vehicle. It’s quiet, save for the sound of rustling trees and the soft clucking of more fowl in the back. However, it only takes one slam of the car door to shatter the peace. A loud and vicious snarling and barking comes from inside the home. Something large and apparently very displeased knocking itself against the windows and door of the old house. Price half readies himself as the front door opens, a bulky gray pitbull barreling out and launching over the steps entirely in its haste to reach the men. 

The slobbering dog’s demeanor rapidly shifts from violent snarls to whining excitement as he recognizes Darren.  Lacking a tail to waggle, the dog’s whole ass-end shakes wildly as it bounces and sneezes around the sergeant, leaning against Darren’s legs bodily.

“Hey, Blue” Darren chuckles, leaning down to give the goofy dog a pat.   

Blue breaks away, wiggles turning shy as it snuffles carefully at Simon and Price’s boots, dodging away intermittently at any shift in movement, only to get distracted and start bouncing again as Darren coos. Simon is the first to earn the pup’s trust, angling his body away slightly and crouching. Hands clasped in front of him as he lets the dog get some more sniffs of his t-shirt, eventually Blue settles his heavy head on Simon’s tattooed forearm, trembling slightly in excitement as Simon gives him a rub between the ears. 

Next was John, who also crouches, offering a hand palm down for the beast to sniff. The dog obliges, standing stock still as it investigates very seriously. Snuffling with the fervor of a hog at every inch of Price. Eventually Blue sucks in one long drawn out whiff, gears turning as he processes.

The moments tick by as Blue finalizes his decision. Giving an answer in the form of a big bodily sneeze to the captain’s hand. 

Scan complete: Test passed. 

Pleased, the goofy mutt circles him happily, leaning most of his weight onto John’s legs as he stands. The white’s of Blue’s eyes visible as he cranes his head back to stare at John, wishful for a pat. Of which John obliges after wiping the snot from his hand with a good natured laugh.

“Blue!! Sorry he's a slob!” comes an apologetic call in the distance.

John looks up, heart fluttering like a teenager at the sight.

There she is. His pretty thing, swinging her way out the door and into the yard, looking slightly embarrassed. John tries not to stare at the way her soft body bounces as she trots down the steps. 

Darren is quick to snag her up in a bear hug, squeezing her hard enough to knock the wind out of her. She returns with equal fervor, the pair of them grunting with the force of it before setting her down, ruffling her hair to be a shithead for added effect.

She's just as he remembered her, standing a foot or so shorter than her brother. Bulky in the shoulders like him too, albeit much softer. All of her is really, with round freckled cheeks framed by wavy red hair that spilled down her back. Full frame on display in a plain tank and shorts for the humid summer air. 

She fixes her hair with a huff, elbowing Darren sharply before grinning at the men with an innocent smile. Fucking adorable. John can't help but smile back. 

Darren makes reintroductions, gesturing between them. 

“I’m tickled to see you boys again.” she chimes, and John wastes no time, stepping closer and offering a hand.  

“We appreciate the hospitality, Miss Martin” John replies warmly, his eyes crinkling in the corners as she accepts. Price’s hand engulfs hers, and he gives her a gentle squeeze, holding on a bit longer than necessary, taking brief pleasure in the way her cheeks flush. 

“Ruby’s just fine” she corrects with scrunch of her nose, pulling her hand away to greet Ghost as well.  “Sorry about this, I promise I got manners. Darri just told me you guys would be in later.” she says pointedly, giving Darren a look. The soft drawl of her accent was more prominent than her brothers, melodic and laid-back in a way that put Price at ease. 

“But I did fetch groceries” she chimes, jabbing a thumb to the black SUV. “Just got back with em’, just need them loaded inside and I can fix us some lunch. You okay with sandwiches Captain?”

“Just John” he corrects easily, “And that sounds perfect.”

“Well alright ‘Just John’, gimme a hand?” she fires back, “You two also, more hands is less work and this midday heat is the worst”

John gives her a curt nod, glancing at Darren who is giving him an unreadable look, and Simon who eyes him knowingly over Darren’s shoulder.

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John stares at the back of the SUV. The woman had quite literally bought enough groceries to feed a whole army. Not to mention the extra large sacks filled with various feed for the animals. John wasted no time loading as many plastic sacks along his arms as he could, Darren and Simon following suit.  Hauling them in without a sound and dropping them on the kitchen table before fetching more. Ruby hurriedly putting away groceries as an assembly line of men deposited plastic bags along the floor. 

John also loads the bags of feed over his shoulders dutifully, trotting back inside, Simon close behind. 

“Oh, hey! I just needed the groceries in, I could’ve got that!” she exclaims upon seeing them, eyes wide as both men stand there. Carrying the bags with easy expressions, as if they weighed nothing at all. 

“Well I’ve got them, now where do they need to go miss?”

“Ruby” she corrects again, moving closer as if to take them herself. Neither one of them budge. 

“Okay, where do these need to go Miss Ruby?” he tries again, cracking a smile at her exasperated expression. 

Ruby shoos them outside, pointing to a corner of the porch for them to be deposited, before herding them back inside and to finally sit down at her small round kitchen table. 

The kitchen is outdated, with old floral wallpaper, and several well worn rugs placed over scuffed laminate flooring.  Faded red plaid curtains hang in the window, illuminating the plethora of cherry themed knick knacks and kitchenware she has displayed along the tops of her cabinets and countertops. He finds himself charmed by the cozyness of it, a welcome change from off white walls and overhead lights. 

Darren sits between them, chatting lightly about how the place was once his aunts, passed down to them after she met that fella in vegas. Price's eyes flicker between Darren and the pretty thing puttering around in the kitchen beside him. He loses himself a bit in fantasy, thinking how she would look with a ring on her finger, or wearing his clothes. He wonders if she loves antique malls and shady hole-in-the-wall burger joints. 

One step at a time. If Price could do nothing else, he could certainly execute a plan. He would just need to tread carefully. This was one of his sergeant’s siblings after all. 

He continues his scan, looking for more clues when a rather curious sound hits his ears. He shifts his attention behind him, watching Ruby pluck store bought grapes from the vine and into a bowl with various other cut up fruits. She examines each one, placing the grapes she deems suitable onto the tray and lowering the unwanted grapes into what he assumed to be a trash can at first. However, shortly after she brings her hand back, a loud and intense smacking follows, seemingly coming from the kitchen floor.

For a split second he is about to tell her it isn't good to feed dogs grapes before Blue comes waddling around the corner, looking properly dejected. The smacking, however, continues, making his brows furrow. 

What the hell?

Was there another dog he hadn't spotted?

Price sits up straighter in his chair, straining to see around the little mobile kitchen island. By now the noise has caught everyone’s attention.  He gives Darri a questioning look, who only meets him with a mischievous grin, shrugging his shoulders. Look for yourself. 

Curiosity gets the better of him, and Price eases himself up, leaning around the kitchen island carefully to finally spot the noisy offender. 

Chomping messily on the kitchen mat is a chubby little thing, with wirey white and grey fur, tinges of pink painting the tip of its little black ears. Its white mouth stained pink from its fruit eating. Is that a bloody possum?  It rises to its haunches, tugging at Ruby’s pant leg insistently before she lowers it another piece of fruit. It’s tiny pinky fingers snagging it clumsily before it shovels the fruit into its maw, chewing with comically loud smacks and tilting its little head back to help the food slide down.  Blue sits around the corner moping,  waiting patiently for his own grape that Ruby forbids in a soft voice. 

Price watches Ruby wrinkle her nose as pieces of fruit fall in a sticky mess to the floor before clearing his throat politely.

The redhead jumps at the noise, whirling to face him with wide eyes. She stands sheepishly, frozen as her eyes flick between Price and the very obvious possum sitting on her kitchen floor. 

She presses her lips together firmly, trying to seal in her laughter as she takes in Price’s bewildered expression. He raises a brow at her, tilting his head to the side in question, and stifled giggles break into a laugh, full and loud, the force of it making her soft body shake. Price laughs too, easing a little closer to get a better look.

“Y’gonna tell me what you got there? Or was I not supposed to see em’?”

“Well you see” she drawls, like a child trying to explain why she shouldn't get in trouble. ”I was gonna give a more formal introduction, but the little shit snuck in once he heard the plastic crinkinlin’.” she laughs, scooping the animal up with a flourish and stepping closer to Price. “This is Cotton, got him when he was just a baby. He’s not fit to go back into the wild, so he just stays with me, does ambassador stuff for the Game and Fish when they need him.” she explains, bouncing the giant rat in her arms like a baby. 

She shifts him to her soft hip, its pink tail twisting around her arm for security as it snuffles the air.  Ruby scoots close enough for Price to smell the shampoo in her hair, flashing him a grin and swearing Cotton doesn't bite (most of the time). Price studies the animal with an amused expression, letting it sniff his hand before scritching between his ears. He’s much softer than Price expected, the critter grabbing at his hand with cold little fingers, presumably looking to see if he has more fruit to part with.

Price watches as she takes a little tour to the table. Darren giving the possum a familiar, too rough scrub to the head before Ruby rounds to show Ghost. As she approaches the little bastard wiggles from her arms and onto the broad soldier. Scrabbling onto Ghost's shoulders and snuffling in his ears and hair. 

Ruby begins to panic, reaching for Cotton frantically, but Ghost holds up a hand, utterly unphased. He sits still, letting the little beast inspect him for a moment before snagging Cotton by the scruff and plopping him in his arms. There is a little amused huff from the large man, who lets the possum settle against his chest as if it were a house cat and not an oversized rodent. 

Price smiles at the sight. 

What a fun stay this will be.

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