#will miller headcannon

[rimunagenius]

nothing…just Will Miller absolutely seducing me with his UNBELIEVABLY attractive neck rub and that cute sexy smirk of his. Charlie Hunnam, please marry me.

[joelmillermylove]

I need a Joel Miller type of man, that is maybe a little too protective over me. He has just a hint of silver in his hair, the cutest smile, broad shoulders and smells like leather, whiskey and oak. He’s grumpy and intimidating but with me he’s sweet and gentle. That’s what I want.

[josephquinnswhore]

Joel Miller Headcannons! Soft Dom Joel version.

Inspired by @joelsprettyprincess post.

SoftDomJoel! Where he caresses your face in his hands, as if you’re the most frail being in the entire world. This man has lost too much and he vowed that you wouldn’t be known as another stack of stones by a lake—or a mound of dirt with your name messily carved into the wood. No. This man dedicates many minutes of his day, to you. Learning that there are many ways to love you. Acts of service, words of affirmation, and touch. He was great at all three.

SoftDomJoel! Will stare into your eyes as he leans on the threshold of the door to your shared bedroom and just stare at you, because you’re the most captivating thing in the world, and you’re all his.

SoftDomJoel! Who is deathly tired after patrol, but will still lay beside you in bed, ignoring the need for sleep as he’s surrounded by the warmth and comfort of your soft comforter and you. “Mean the world to me.” “Love you angel.” “S a damn miracle you chose me.” “My special lady.”

SoftDomJoel! Loves to fuck, but he won’t call it that, doesn’t see it as fucking. No, he’s giving you all of him, devout like a religious man and your entire being is his god. He worships you. Slurping and making out with your pretty cunt until you’re soaking the bedsheets, and him. Legs still trembling and a confused, euphoric expression as he rams his cock into you mercilessly. He’ll grip the top of his wooden headboard and pummel himself as deep into you as your pussy will allow.

SoftDomJoel! Whispers words of encouragement to make you cum again, holding off so you cum together. “You’re such a good girl for your daddy.” “Know exactly what he needs.” “Want to make daddy feel good, hm?” “That’s it princess, there you go.” As you cum, he’ll fill your womb to the brink of his thick load, admiring the sight of your swollen pussy, his cum dripping out of your fucked out hole.

SoftDomJoel! Pulls you into his arms, wipes the tears off your cheeks and kisses the top of your head. “Get some rest, angel. You did so well, so proud of you.”

[4ever-feral]

pov: Your dating Joel Miller

[dailyfemcel]

⠄⠂⠁⠂⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠂☆ chocolate covered strawberries

feeding each other strawberries fun 🤪🤪

sfw ellie x fem reader

slightly suggestive towards the end

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🍓 ~ hot summer days only call for picnics and basking under the sun so what not better way to commemorate it than to spend a day with your girlfriend, ellie

🍓 ~ “hey gorgeous” you hear ellie’s voice call out to you from behind while walking towards the designated picnic spot carrying a basket and a quilted mat

🍓 ~ “hello to you too” you stand before her in your flowy sundress on the dewy grass. ellie smiles at you and places the checkered quilt on the grass and sets up the picnic basket filled with the essentials, fruit, finger sandwiches, and a bottle off limoncello

🍓 ~ as the two of you finish setting up the picnic, you sit cross legged facing her and lay out the contents of the basket. “i could get used to this view” ellie smirks at you as she admires you and the scenic background from behind

🍓 ~ “whats that supposed to mean?” you chuckle softly while cracking open the bottles.

“oh you know just the riverbank and the sunset… and maybe you in that stunning sundress looking like a goddess” ellie flashes you a smile and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear

🍓 ~ a blush creeps up on your cheeks as you face her and smile “you flatter me really”

“how is it flattery if its true?” she pours the beverage from the bottle into two champagne glasses and hands you one

🍓 ~ you take a sip of the citrusy liquid and softly kiss the tip of her nose which causes her to smile and stare at you in awe

“you’re just so sweet” ellie picks up a chocolate-covered-strawberry by its leaf and feeds it to your mouth, she watches as you wrap your lips around the fruit and take bite out of it and she just has an urge to pull you in and kiss you senseless

🍓 ~ you hum in satisfaction as she feeds you the strawberry in your mouth, the juice dripping from the corner. ellie chuckles and wipes it off with her thumb

in return, you hold the strawberry and feed it to hers, you watch as she bites into the strawberry and notice the slight blush that has crept into her cheeks

🍓 ~ she tilts your chin up to look up at her with your luminous eyes, “now i could really get used to this”

she leans in to capture your lips into a soft but passionate kiss tasting the subtle hints of strawberries and lemon on your lips.

🍓 ~ you melt into the kiss and hold her head closer as the kiss deepens, her tongue sliding between your parted lips causing a soft moan to slip out

she runs her hands down your sides and fiddle with the straps of your dress “dont ever stop wearing these dresses” she mutters in between kisses

🍓 ~ you eventually break the kiss, resting your forehead onto hers as you pant ragged breaths while ellie’s hair is slightly disheveled

“god i could kiss you like that until my lungs stop working” ellie presses a soft kiss to your forehead before smiling and hushing sweet nothings in your ear

🍓 ~ “you’re the prettiest girl in my eyes”

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[freelance-spirit]

sincerely we need more of your dsaf headcanons you have cool headcanons

All my head cannons are children of circumstance, i’ll be doing/ thinking an unrelated though or action and i’ll hit a think think Brain Blast. These are the only three i had queued up, so if want more of whatever my magnificent mind will think up next ur just gonna have to follow me *bats eyelashes*/j

(I stole the skating one from @catz-dave, everybody say “thank u caaaaaaatz”)

[elliesgaythoughts]

fallacy

a/n: this is my first attempt at something like this so any feedback would be really appreciated.

warnings: angst, symptoms of ptsd.

an icy breeze slithered through the gap in the old farmhouse window, creeped around the bedroom and ran straight up ellies spine.

a sudden gasp from her own throat broke her from the torment of her subconscious and swooped her back into reality as her flesh drained of colour.

cold sweat treacled down her forehead as her eyes caught onto the flowing movement of her curtains as she rolled out of dinas claustrophobic grip and sighed while she stared at the blank ceiling.

her feet finally left the bed and broke the silence of the night with a creak of the floorboards. she rubbed her eyes as she stood straight, ready to beeline towards jj’s crib-her eyes grew twice the size, her heart stilling as she saw a shadow slither out of the bedroom, she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. “you’re imagining things” she lied to herself. somewhat knowingly as she tucked jj tighter into her blanket and nudged ollie closer to him.

after glancing back at dina and creaking the door closed she spun on her heels. with each step forward her heart pounded in her chest, her head spun and she struggled to breathe as her hand clamped over her heart as she inhaled rushed breaths.

the cold air filled her lungs as she followed the faint sounds of a guitar. joels guitar.

“joel?” she whisper shouted as her feet hit the creaky floorboards hurriedly as she rushed into the room.

what she saw was worse than what she could’ve imagined, her spirit crushing at how the instrument sat still underneath the moonlight, covered in dust. completely untouched “shit” she whispers.

“ellie” she felt her soul leave her body “yes?” she pleaded “yes joel?” the words coursed through her veins and sent tremors down her spine “ellie!” he shouted in pain.

tears welled in her eyes as she heard her name fade into the distance. her chest felt like it was being crushed. her body felt like a prison, her stomach aching as she smelled the light tinge of joels morning coffee through her rapid breaths.

she ran downstairs, her vision blurry as she gripped the railing “joel please” her sight only readjusting to show the endless staircase that lead towards joels deathbed.

her shrunken pupils fixated on the golden doorknob as she sprinted down the staircase “joel!” her ears ringing with his grunts and the sound of fists hitting his flesh. the smell of his cologne, leather and the blaze of campfire rippled through her senses as she burst through the door to be enveloped underneath a sky of stars and joels soft gaze “so this dina? she your girlfriend?”

her jaw fell slack as a gasp left her. hot tears streamed down her freckled face as she stepped forward and collapsed into his arms. she felt his chest rise and fall, his calm heartbeat against her rapid one as he sighed and ran his fingers through her scalp “i got you kiddo” he hummed.

she pressed her cheek to his, the scruff of his beard tickling her face as it usually done when he would hug her fears away. she felt true calm, true peace for the first time in what felt like ten lifetimes as she melted into him.

her lips curved into a gentle smile as her eyes fluttered close and her tears of terror turned into tears of joy as the corners of her mouth tugged up as she squeezed him tighter.

a sigh of relief left her chest and her breath steadied as she finally let herself calm down “joel-

dinas giggle rang through her ears as green eyes fluttered open and the morning sunlight hit eyes them. the sound of jj giggling in his crib brought her back into reality as dinas gentle fingertips brushed the auburn hair from ellies teary eyes “good morning sweetheart”

“no!” ellie screamed “no!” dinas smile faded. she knew what had happened. she watched it happen almost every night since they moved onto that farm.

ellie sobbed “no, please” she begged. “ellie, please. it was just a dream” dina reached out to cradle ellie but she shoved the brunette away “no h-he was right infront of me, he-“

her eyes met dinas sorrowful ones as her erratic behaviour subsided at the sound of jj’s cries “it was just a dream wasn’t it?” dinas chest jumped with the sob she tried to conceal as she mumbled “yes” while playing with her fingers.

ellie leaned forward and wrapped her arms around dina as both of them broke down in eachothers arms “im so sorry” ellie sniffled.

“it’s not your fault” dinas promised as she ran her fingers through ellies locks as she frowned to herself “please believe me”

ellie couldn’t help but shake her head in disapproval, an emotionless laugh leaving her “sometimes i feel like it is”

@williamellieslilho @yourelliewillms @moonalumi @pascals-doll @infiniteinquiries @aouiaa @radioheadfan699 @lmaoo-spiderman @quinnister @cattjull

[shrublee]

EEK!!!!

[theghostbunnie]

Not even older Ered CC anymore more like Ered OC ammrite but I'm still gonna tag it as cc or else it only gets like 12 notes

Usually I put more colors in her hair but only the reddish pink was doing something for me with this one

[littlestsheriff]

joel agere moodboard

[cosmal]

not original at all but i’ll devour it anywayy…protective joel miller hcs??? pleaseee ilyyy

okay okay okay of course i can. this has been waiting to be posted 4 eva sorry gf x

joel miller x fem!reader

i feel like at the beginning he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. neither do you tbh, you just think he’s stubborn.

gives you his jacket (obviously) because he convinces himself that it’s not cold. that it’s not fucking freezing outside. but you’re there, shivering, because you’re never prepared for shit, so he just gives you his big ass jacket because he’s not cold, right?

ties up your shoes!!!!

stop, for a second.

what the fuck are you doing?

you’re gonna trip and hurt y’self.

and then you end up tripping over and he acts like you’re the biggest inconvenience ever.

but then he’s washing out the cuts on your palms so they don’t get infected. he’s rough with it but you don’t care. he’s touching you.

wherever you're headed, he's always making sure you're close. at his side always.

he tries to make sure you can keep up with him when he's trying to get from a to b quickly. if you struggle to keep up, he never pushes you, he just matches your pace.

if you do fall behind, he's always checking behind him every two minutes to make sure you're okay.

once you form some sort of bond. a relationship the two of you never speak on, it all changes.

he never lets you do stuff by yourself though he doesn't realise it.

within reason of course.

you can't go on missions by yourself, despite you never wanting to, he makes it very clear.

when you walk to his place by yourself, he's livid.

what the fuck were you thinkin?

i just wanted to see you. thought you'd like the company.

i'd like it if you didn't wander out by yourself after curfew.

whatever, joel. I'll go home then.

don't be fuckin' stupid, go sit down.

he's always saying stuff like

stay behind me.

let me go first.

stay here.

be quiet.

if you can't control your breathing when you do have to be quiet, he's got you up against his chest with a hand over your mouth tbh

he never lets you go hungry, always giving you the last bit of food. you hate him for it.

the same with sleeping, he's always the one on watch. if you don't wake up for the second patrol, he doesn't care. you do though, you scold him all morning for it.

joel, I don't need to sleep the entire night. I can stay up.

I don't care.

you know what really gets you though!!!!!

when you do actually get in trouble and he starts to get reckless with it.

take me, not her.

once you're safe you're whacking him in the chest. you'd probably punch him in the face if you'd think it'd make you feel any better. you think he'd let you.

don't whack ever whack do whack that whack again!!

they would've hurt you.

yeah, but they hurt you instead

better me than you, you hear me? I can take it, promise.

[rimunagenius]

Lucky

Pairing: Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x F!reader , Benny Miller x Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia x F!reader

Warning: angst! , mentions of divorce (reader and ex husband (Garrett) yes i did this on purpose) , foul language (like very derogatory terms used against reader) , and overload of Will x reader fluff!

Word count: 4.1k words!!

Summary: You found out your husband cheated, abandoned you and your guys’ baby for your bestfriend. Your best boys are their to comfort you through the nasty breakup.

Note: I absolutely loved the idea of the reader having a baby and being a single mom (mainly bc i’m not a fan of together parents [based from my experience]) because i would be able give most of the men in the movie a good ending they didn’t get other than Frankie. Frankie got his baby and the others just exist and the ending leaves very little to the imagination so i like the found family dynamic (BUT THIS IS STILL BEFORE THE EVENTS THAT OCCURED IN COLOMBIA). I also really want to explore the reader and Wills relationship further maybe? Idk lmk what you guys think.

***

Numb.

That’s how you would describe the pain you felt—couldn’t feel, as you lie on the floor of your bathroom. Your chest felt like a ton of bricks had been piled on, one after another and the weight was ruthless as you tried to intake a breath.

You didn’t know what you did, why it happened, or what went wrong that caused the feelings to change. Why her? What did she have that you didn’t?

You ran through every scenario in your head, replaying every moment and words exchanged with him. What made him so unhappy in this relationship. You had a baby with him for god sakes. It didn’t change the fact that he left both of you. You and Tatum. Your 7 month old baby.

You don’t know when you ended up on the floor, when you decided that it was all too much that you took solace in the one area you haven’t cleaned in 2 weeks. It was gross. You were gross—felt gross. You couldn’t remember anything that happened in the last 72 hours other than getting up to feed your baby and go to the bathroom on a continuous cycle. You had ignored everyone’s calls. Either sending them straight to voicemail or just listening to the phone ring.

Frankie called and asked why you, your husband—soon to be ex husband, and Tatum missed the cookout Friday night. Benny calling because you missed his fight, the one you promised you’d make this time, the one they had the celebratory cookout for. Santi had the same reason as Frankie. Everyone was worried sick. You haven’t responded to any text and calls and that was unlikely behavior on your part.

Will didn’t know what to do. He had called and texted, a numerous amount of times. He even showed up to your house, knocking and waiting by the door for almost an hour when the guys called him and said you hadn’t responded to them either.

Will was your best friend. You’ve known him just as long as Benny. The Millers being your bestfriends since you were kids. They introduced you to their friends once they all decided to leave the Army. You soon became apart of their found family.

But Will, your the closest to. You were the same age, leaving an age gap to the youngest Miller, that’s why you got along and closer to Will; but you didn’t love and adore Benny any less. As all the guys’ failed attempts at trying to figure out what was going on, you just repeated the same endless cycle.

Get up. Feed the baby. Change the baby. Bathe the baby. Go to the bathroom. Put baby to sleep. Wallow in self pitty. Go to sleep. Get up. Feed the baby. Change the baby. Bathe the baby. Go to the bathroom. Put baby to sleep. Wallow in self pitty. Go to sleep. All day for the last three days.

So you lay there, on the bathroom floor, Tatum asleep in her bouncer right next to you. You brought her in here when you had to leave the room to vomit as you couldn’t handle being you. You being so sick of yourself since it was was easy for him, your husband of 4 years, boyfriend of 6, to leave—cheat on you like all those memories, the baby you both made together, was nothing.

You decided to jump in the shower, not having showered in days. The warm water felt good on your skin, refreshing. All you could do was stand there. Enjoy the water washing away the sweat, tears, touch of everything you’ve experienced in the last 2 weeks. Washing away his touch. The lingering cheek kiss, side waist hug as he was leaving for ‘lunch with his boss’ so they could ‘talk about a promotion.’

You bet sex with Samantha, talking about him leaving to move in and to continue having a relationship while breaking the heart of the one they both were supposed to love most was fan-fucking-tastic.

As you finished washing your hair and body, even shaving your legs because you needed to feel clean, new, Tatum cried. Hopping out you wrapped your towel around yourself and bent down to place her pacifier back in her mouth. Her cries dying slowly and her eyes lulled to a close again.

Picking up the bouncer you walked back to your room, and put on your sleep shorts and oversized T shirt and took Tatum to the living room. Setting her in her bassinet that you bought last week for the living room, you grabbed the throw blanket that was on the couch and cover your legs as the TV played ‘Love Island’.

Wow, great choice for a time like this. God really loves me today, doesn’t he? You couldn’t help but let the tears that were in a relentless battle with your self control, roll down your face. It was just so hard to let go of all the memories. The years that you spent loving the man that you thought was the love of your life, but ended up being the love of your ex bestfriends’.

Brushing your hair behind your ears, a knock at your door interrupted your tears. Sighing, grateful you had closed the blinds and your car had been parked in the garage, so it wasn’t noticeable that you were home, you sat and waiting for whoever thought you were home, would give up and go home. You should’ve known better.

After ten minutes, the knocking continued and you growing annoyed, got up to answer. Your wet hair, dampening your shirt as you totally disregarded putting it up. “What the fuck, man.” You said as you approached the door, hoping whoever was there, heard.

You have a shocked look across your face as you find Frankie standing at your door, flowers and chocolates in hand. You sigh, a sad smile reaching your lips as you reach up to hug your best friend. “Hi, Frankie.” Tears fell down your face and Frankie was already worried but seeing the disheveled look you had and the sadness in your usually happy-lit eyes, his smile and emotions dropped. Seeing you sad made him sad.

He hugged you back, tighter and just held you. Didn’t ask any questions. As you let go you took the flowers and allowed him inside, but as you were shutting the door, three more people came barreling towards you.

“Wait, we’re here too.” Benny.

“Wait don’t close it, cariño.” Santi.

“We came too.” Will.

You fought the tears as you tried to smile as your boys flowed through the door as you let them. “Just be quiet, Tatum hasn’t been sleeping well.” As if on cue, Tatum started crying. That’s when you snapped. All the small tears and sniffles turned into loud sobs as the cycle began all over again.

You shut and locked the door before pushing past the guys, who all watched you in sadness as you couldn’t stop sobbing as you picked up your daughter and just held her as you wished she would just stay asleep. “Lemme take her from you. Uncle Benny has missed his partner in crime.” Benny walked over, taking off his hat and setting it on the coffee table, and swooped Tatum out of your arms.

You sighed as you sat on the couch and rested your head in your hands. It was so overwhelming, all of it.

“What happened, cariño.” Santi asked as he sat in the love seat in your living room. His question only prompted more tears and cries. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You spent the last three days numb because you had to be strong for Tatum. You couldn’t let yourself spiral. Now that the guys were here, you couldn’t help it.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe.” Will kneeled infront of you, removing your hands from your face, replacing one with a hand of his own against one of your cheeks.

“He left.” Was all you could say. Croak, actually. You couldn’t speak as more sobs threatened to tear from your throat.

“Who? Garret?” Frankie asked, already having a strong idea as to what went down. He never liked Garret, never trusted him either. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t already mad.

“Yeah. He went out for lunch ‘with his boss to talk about some promotion at the firm’, but he actually met up with Samantha.” You wiped the tears from your eyes. Meaning to put air quotes around the words, confirming Frankie’s suspicions. You sniffled, grimacing at the sound as you were super congested from the crying you’ve been doing for the last 72 hours. It was fucken awful.

“That fucken bastard.” Benny and Santiago said together.

“He was a piece of shit, anyways.” Will mumbled as he pulled your head into his shoulder as he hugged you, remaining on his knees infront of you.

“I never liked him. Just thought i’d say that up front right now.” Frankie raised his hand.

“He didn’t even come back. He hasn’t come back and I sure as hell hope he doesn’t for the sake of him wanting to keep his manhood.” You sighed into Wills shoulder, eliciting a chuckled from the guys, including you. Surprisingly. “I found out by Samanthas roommate Nina, who by the way knew they had been fucking for 2 months now. She only told me because her and Sam got into an argument about the rent like a week ago. Samantha has been texting me non-stop about how sorry she is but he hasn’t messaged me once.” You pulled away from Will and looked at all the guys in the room. You were so grateful for these men. Your safe place, your support system, your home when yours didn’t feel like it anymore.

“Good. Cause if he calls, he’s not gonna hear the end of it from the Millers, and won’t be able to cheat on anyone when me and Frankie are done with him. Shit, he won’t be alive once the Millers jump in.” Santiago said as he turned his attention to the TV, noticing the Love Island playing. Turning the TV off immediately, not thinking it suit the moment.

You smiled softly, your sad smile returning as you wiped the stray tears. “Hi, baby! How’s my favorite niece!” You heard Benny as he was suddenly made aware of Tatums awake state as she grabbed at his stubble. She loved touching all the guys facial hair. You never understood it but whenever one of them was holding her, her hand was always on their face.

“Hey, dickhead! She’s not the only niece you have.” Frankie reminded Benny of his own kid, earning a groan from Benny.

“Dude she’s not even born yet. When she is, they’ll both be my favorite princesses in the world. Fun Uncle Benny is gonna be their favorite.”

Frankie nodded his head, rolling his eyes at Benny’s save. The room went silent as your phone rang, and the picture and called ID was on display to everyone.

“Fuck no.” Benny immediately said. “Shit! Aw damn! Jeez, sorry.” He immediately apologized for his language. Aware how you felt about the guys cursing around Tatum.

“Don’t answer it.” Will said, as you picked up your phone. All the guys protested but you didn’t care. You answered.

“What?” Your sadness immediately being replaced by anger and betrayal as he just now decided to call.

“What the fuck is your problem!? Your ignoring Sammy? She didn’t do anything to you.” Garret yelled over the phone at you.

What a fucken idiot.

“Im sorry, WHAT!? Your going to call me to bitch and moan about how im ignoring the woman you cheated on me with!? Your unbelievable.” You got up, all the men stood up with you.

“Im unbelievable!? Your just a self centered bitch who didn’t see that I was unhappy in our marriage! Jesus Christ! You were so fucking boring,” Garret said your name with such distaste and anger. It shocked you. Suddenly you didn’t feel mad, you felt sad and worthless again. The boys didn’t waste no time in jumping in.

“Hey, man. Watch your damn mouth.” Will said from next to you. The calmness in his voice was scary. It always was. The way he stayed calm during duress situations was scarier than him yelling.

“Mhnmhn.” Frankie shook his head from where he was standing.

“Earmuffs Tatum. Im gonna fucking kill him.” Benny whispered looking up. No matter how little Benny was, growing up, he protected you—tried to, whenever someone gave you a hard time. He’s done it all his life, and this time was no different. Even with your daughter in his arms.

“Dear god.” Santi rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, what? You have your little bitch dogs with you. I bet your banging all of them, you fucken slut. You always had the hots for Will. Your a whore. This is why I cheated in the first place.” Garret yelled through the phone, Samantha being heard laughing in the back.

“Get your head out of your ass and put your bitch in check. They’re here because they’re helping me take care of your daughter. You know, the one you decided to abandon the minute you fucked another woman?” You cried into the phone. You couldn’t even be angry. All you felt was sadness. Everything hurt. It hurt to cry, to speak, to breathe.

“Look, im sorry. You gotta understand that I wasn’t happy anymore. I’m sorry, baby.”

“You do not get to ‘baby’ me. Your a sad excuse for a man Garret. Jesus.” You decided you didn’t want to just rip at him, you needed to get a rip at Sammy. “Sammy, don’t be sad when you wake up one day when you don’t see Garret in bed with you. He’ll probably get bored of you too, and fuck your roommate. Hell, he’ll fuck the whole complex.” You heard a distant ‘Fuck you’ before you let more tears fall.

“Baby, im sorry.”

“Garret, stop calling me that. We’re done. You don’t get to be nice and ‘baby’ your way out of this. You just finished calling me a slut and a whore!”

“But you get to invite all your men over!? How could you do that to me?”

“How could you cheat on me with my bestfriend!?” You choked back a sob, Will wrapping his arms around your neck from behind, kissing the top of your head.

Garret said your name, just above a whisper. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Your voice soft, tired, of speaking when all you want to do is cry. You did just that, cry as you got your final words out. “It doesn’t really matter, Garret. Cause in the end it all hurts the same. I’m done. I’m done with you, your little whore and your not coming back home. Expect divorce papers at the door of your house—oh, im sorry, your mistress’ house, in two weeks. Fuck you, man!”

“Can I atleast get my-“ You didn’t give him to finish his sentence as you hung up, unleashing all your pent up rage, sadness and overall overexertion. You turned your body into Wills, allowing him to hug you as you cry into his favorite hoodie. He doesn’t even care that his forearms of his sleeves are getting damp from your still undried hair, and his chest growin damp from your tears.

Benny, Frankie, and Santiago all joined in on the hug as you just cried. They knew there was nothing they could say or do but just hold you while you let it all out.

These were your guys, and nothing would change the way you would always be grateful to them.

Your boys, your safe place, your support system, your home when yours didn’t feel like home anymore.

***

Will had made dinner for all you guys. You all sat at the table and ate together, Benny not letting go of Tatum once. She already had her uncle wrapped around her finger.

For the most part you guys ate quietly, and just talked about what you missed the last three days before apologizing that you had missed it all. None of them held it against you, understandably so. They talked about their work and what they’ve been up to and what they have going on, not touching on your situation any longer than they had to. You didn’t want ‘im sorry’s you just wanted to hang out with your friends. You didn’t want to feel sad anymore.

Not long after you all ate, you went and laid on the couch in bewteeen Will and Benny. You were leaning on Benny, curled into his side while Frankie sat on the other side of him and Will by your feet. You don’t remember much of what you were watching as you were in and out of sleep. Sleep that you haven’t been able to properly get as it was just you and Tatum. An insomniac baby is bound to catch up to you later. All you knew you had put on your favorite rom com but just didn’t remember exactly what part you were watching.

It wasn’t long before the built, muscled, and toned side of Bennys frame, turned into the soft cuddly teddy bear that was his personality. Long before you could fight the sleep until the guys left, your eyes closed and you fell asleep.

You had convinced the guys to watch your favorite rom-com. It only took you begging them quietly as Tatum fell asleep after you fed her, not wanting to wake her, and dropping the ‘hey, I just asked for a divorce against my cheating husband’ card and it was hard for them to say no to you.

Benny and Will knew that you falling asleep to this movie wasn’t uncommon. You did when it first came out when you were in middle school. The movies nights they let you pick and you’d pick this movie falling asleep around the same time, everytime. How to lose a guy in 10 days just gave you the comfort you needed whenever you felt sad or whenever you just felt like falling hopelessly inlove with the perfect love story.

“Never fails.” Benny chuckled softly, noticing your soft snores into his side.

All the guys looked over to see you knocked out, curled into a tiny ball, wrapped in the small throw blanket. This was a calming and reassuring view for all of them. They’ve never seen you like this before. Sure they have been there ever since they met you and all the old boyfriends who didn’t deserve you, but the way you were today. Sad, betrayed, and angry…was something they hope to never see again.

They love the happy you. The you that jumped up and down whenever you met them at the terminal when they were back on leave. The you that laughed at the most unfunniest jokes because everyone deserves to feel special. The you that your smile brightens up the whole damn room and any of their bad days.

They saw you finally at peace, the most peaceful you of the day. Getting the rest you deserved they all felt successful in their efforts to cheer you up any way they could.

Frankie was the first to get up, putting his hat on. “I gotta head out, my girl is waiting for me.” He hugged all his friends goodnight, stopping at you to give you a kiss on our head. Santiago got up, being that Frankie was his ride. Santiago did the same.

Benny was harder to get up. He didn’t want to disturb the little sleep you have been able to get in the last couple of days, but again, Frankie was his ride. He grabbed a throw pillow next to him, and swiftly and stealthly switched it under your head. Your soft stirring causing all the men to stop breathing and moving, not wanting to disturb you.

Once the coast was clear Benny said bye to his brother and kissed your head softly. He walked over to Tatum and kissed her soft brown hair, covering her better with her blanket.

Will decided to stay the night with you. You had agreed when you sat down to pick the movie while the other guys cleaned up the kitchen after dinner. He offered to help you with his goddaughter so you can get whatever you needed done, out of the way. You appreciated the offer and agreed with open arms to let him stay. Him saying he’ll figure the ride out tomorrow, or whenever you didn’t need his help anymore.

The guys exited the front door, the sound of the truck starting soon disappearing as they pulled out and drove away.

No matter how much Will denied it to everyone, he was a sucker for the cheesy romance movies. He wouldn’t admit it, especially to you. These were your favorite and it was his duty as your bestfriend to deny he likes whatever you like. ‘It’s because im a boy’ he always told you. You thought he was so full of shit. He sat there for twenty minutes watching the movie he’s seen over a thousand times in his lifetime. It seemed to be working whatever magic it had on you and made him so tired. You guys both seemed to swap your liveliness.

Your sleepy state didn’t last long as you opened your eyes and let them wander around the room, as much as you could see, to find the house empty but Will and Tatum.

You sat up, and yawned. “How long was I asleep for?” You look at Will, hopeful that it was enough.

“Like, thirty minutes.” He rubbed his eyes as he yawned. His yawn being a little too loud as it woke Tatum.

You were moving the blanket off of you, getting up to get your daughter when Will beat you to it. “I got her. Sit back down, sweetheart.” You nodded softly your eyes still heavy from being tired.

“When did the guys leave?” You frowned having missed them on their way out. You didn’t say thank you.

“Like twenty minutes ago,” Hey, babygirl. C’mon. I got you.” Will bent over the bassinet, looking at Tatum. He cradled her in his arms. He watched as Tatums cries soon turned into whimpers which then turned into soft cooing. He smiled at her before another yawn escaped his lips.

The movie was still playing quietly, the end almost nearing. The soft background noise pulling you into your sleepy state yet again. You closed your eyes, shoving your arms and legs under the blanket forming a small ball again. The couch dipped next to you as Will filled the space, holding your baby girl.

You didn’t think twice before moving your body the other direction, to face Will before moving closer to his side. He knew what you wanted and he lifted his arm so you can get comfortable against him.

He threw his head back, finally closing his eyes as one arm held Tatum and the other held you against his chest. You couldn’t have been more grateful for this man. You loved him with every bone in your body. You were so glad that you were able to call him your bestfriend. You can count on him when the world let you down again and again.

You looked up at him, touching the side of his face. On contact, he moved his head in your direction, smiling softly as he was met with your eyes, full of happiness again. “Will?”

“Yeah, baby?” Your breath hitched at the nickname he hasn’t used for you in years. Atleast before you met Garrett. You hoped it wasn’t noticeable. Will picked up on everything, very observant, damn you Army.

“Thank you. Your too good to us.” You whispered, looking away from his face, nestling into the crook of his neck as you watched your daughter peacefully sleep in your bestfriends arms.

“Anytime, sweetheart. Anything for my two favorite girls.” He kissed your head, resting his head back on the couch, a small smile on his face as he closed his eyes.

“I love you.” You whispered, closing your eyes too.

“I love you.”

All you could think about was how lucky you and Tatum had been to have a man like this in your life. A man who will move heaven and earth if you asked. How lucky you were to have men as good friends as the guys were to you. You couldn’t ask for a better family to help you raise your baby.

You and Tatum were so lucky.

You were both happy.

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A/n: I would absolutely love to turn Tatum and the guys relationship into a full series of one-shots. Like little moments as she grows up. I want to create a father-daughter dynamic with Tatum and Will because like i said i want to explore Will x F!reader more!! Maybe along the lines of them growing closer as Tatum grows up because as they figure the whole parenting thing out together, they also find themselves and figure out their relationship as well.

Let me know what you think!!! It would be greatly appreciated!!

[chiriwritesstuff]

Random Headcanons from Random Characters in 'The Girl in IT' Pt. 1 - Joel

I'm breaking this into parts because my Headcanon lists are pretty extensive - this doesn't even break the surface for the ones I have about Joel. These are just the better ones, iykwim. Let me know if you would be interested in Sugar's list!

Ever since Joel moved into his new home (that he built himself), he goes to the farmers market on the weekend to buy Sunflower bouquets to put around the house, and he smiles every time he sees them on his dining table. This is the house he builds for Sugar - as mentioned in Pt. 4 "Gooey", to be explained further in 'Love, Joel' Pt. 3.

Joel, a self-proclaimed bad cook, took night classes to learn how to cook. Ellie doesn't like to eat fast food and always wants quality time with The Millers, so Joel made it a priority to learn for her. Sarah teases him about how it worked out for the best - now he can impress Sugar with his culinary skills. He's pretty good at it, because he's meticulous with most things in his life.

He goes to therapy - in solidarity to Sugar, who has gone to therapy for her entire life. It has helped him tremendously and is the reason why he eventually adopts Ellie.

Even if Joel has waited for Sugar for ten years, it doesn't mean that he didn't date - he did, and hated every moment of it. None of the women people tried to set him up with held a candle to Sugar, and he felt terrible for even considering another relationship every time.

He's a boxer briefs kind of guy.

He sings and dances in the shower. He uses a combination of Pandora Radio and Spotify - Ellie curates all of his playlists, including cover art.

The chambray shirt he wore to Sugar's birthday when she turned 26 is the same shirt he wore for her when she turned 36. In fact, he bought it at the TJ Maxx, just for her.

Sugar would write Joel little post it notes when she would give him things like water and lunch when he worked on her family's roof - and he kept every. single. one.

Joel is a reluctant millionaire - even if he worked his ass off, he's still pretty humble with the things he spends his money on (with the exception of Sugar). He drives an F-150, wears the same flannel shirts he's had for years, and uses the first iPad pro model - the big one- to redline construction documents. The one thing he does splurge on is instruments - buying anything Ellie asks for at the Guitar Center without the bat of an eye.

Speaking of guitars, Joel learned how to play Sugar's favorite song - 'Silver Springs' by Fleetwood Mac.

Joel keeps his hair long and curly just because of the one time Sugar commented on how he looks "dashing - like Don Juan" once in passing. The first movie they watched together was "Don Juan DeMarco". He also learned how to play 'Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman' by Bryan Adams and played it for Sugar. This is the moment she realized she loved him.

Joel has one tattoo, a small sunflower on his hand - where Pedro has his bullseye. It's the same place where sugar kissed when he nicked himself fixing their roof.

The song Joel sang for Sugar:

[pedros-husband]

you steal their clothes

pedro pascal characters x male/gn! reader

characters included: Javier Pena, Joel Miller, Javi Gutierrez, Marcus Moreno, Ezra, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, agent whiskey, Silva, Oberyn Martell, Dave York, dieter bravo, Tim Rockford, Dio Morrisey

Javier pena: he thinks you look extremely hot in any of his clothes especially if you wear any of his tight jeans, the way the fabric clings to your ass has him reeling. and if your alone in the office/at home, he'll have you bent over a desk or in the sheets in moments. he doesn't hide how hot he thinks you look in them either, it's a lot of flirty comments and lingering touches. if you aren't in private he might walk up behind you and start trailing kisses down your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he whispers what he wishes he could do to you.

Joel miller: he won’t admit it but he thinks you look so handsome/gorgeous in any of his clothes, especially his flannel shirts, so when he catches you wearing one of them his eyes will light up and a small smile will play on his lips-only for a second though. Then he will silently walk over to you and wrap you up in his arms, smiling into your neck. And if it’s your day off he will push you down on to the couch/bed and hold you close in his arms, your face pressed into his chest as he runs his hands over the curves and contours of your body. If you try and mention how clingy he’s being and how he likes you wearing his clothes- he’ll shut you up with kisses and cuddles until you forgot all about what you where saying. (Sometimes it goes a little further and he’ll rip the shirt off you in heated desire, the buttons popping off as you gasp and he just grumbles about how he doesn’t care)

Javi Gutierrez: he smiles so wide like a puppy and sweeps you up in his arms whispering every pet name under the sun, kissing your cheek and trailing them down your arms and to your hands, telling you how he loves the way you look in his clothes. He will immediately propose that the two of you cuddle and watch all his favourite nick cage movies- and who are you to say no to that cute face?

Marcus Moreno: he melts when he sees you cuddled up in one of his hoodies and as long as he’s finished all his work he’ll drop anything he’s doing to wrap you up in his arms mumbling. How he’s so lucky to have you and to be your husband. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you and not necessarily in a sexual way he just needs to be touching you in some way, even if it’s just the pinkies touching on the couch if your working otherwise his whole body will be draped over you in a big bear hug.

Ezra: let’s be real he only really has a couple of undershirts and pants for under his suit so if you wear any of his clothes they’re going to be quite tight fitting (just pretend they would be okay) and so he’ll drool over you and immediately decide that the orlac hunting can wake a couple more minutes whilst he indulges in his favorite treasure…

Din djarin: he doesn’t wear anything other than his Mando armour like Ezra so instead if your a mando like him and you take your top armour off and are left in just your undershirt and trousers, he’ll flip the razor crest into autopilot and drag you back into the bunk room to retrace some tension he’s feeling

Frankie morales: he thinks you look so hot in his clothes even if it’s just his baseball hat (maybe with nothing else at all) and will twirl you around, smiling like an idiot, before swooping you up and putting you down on the couch, wrapped up in his arms. He won’t let you leave his grasp until the image of you in whatever your wearing is permanently engraved into his brain.

Agent whiskey: he thinks it’s the sexiest thing in the world, seeing you all cozy on the couch or doing the dishes in his shirts and shorts, he’ll walk up behind you , wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your neck, inhaling the smell of your cologne/ soap and smile. Sometimes he’ll whisk you off to the bedroom as well

Silva: he loves when you wear his cowboy hat or his old bandana, to him it shows that your his and no one else’s, and anyone who sees you will know that your his as well.

Oberyn martell: he has quite a few of each of his robes as spares and such as he’s the prince so when he catches you wearing his yellow robe his jaw drops to the floor. No matter if he’s attending an important meeting or training, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing and whisk you back to your chambers.

Dave York: he’ll play it off like he’s pissed that you stole his clothes but will secretly steal looks when your not looking, his eyes wandering over your body as he bites his lip. He’ll make a few phone calls to call in late and re arrange some plans so he can have you for a little while longer…

Dieter bravo: this man can already barely keep his hand off you so the second he sees you in something that’s his, he’s tackling you to the nearest bed/couch, looking at you with excited and hungry eyes, mumbling about how much better his clothes look on you but he’d prefer none at all.

Tim Rockford: he catches you wearing his shoulder holster in the mirror at home , and stops in his tracks, taking a couple steps back to leer through the door and admire how it looks on you. He will stare for hours until you’ve walked up to him and tapped him in the shoulder, snapping him out of his daydream with a bright blush on his face as you chuckle to yourself.

Dio morrissey: if you wear any of his necklaces/ leather jackets he’ll go feral. He thinks it’s the hottest thing ever and will pin you to the bed, trailing kisses along your neck and chest whispering curses under his breath as he progressively gets more and more hot and bothered.

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A/n: sorry I haven’t posted any fics recently, I have had a flare up in my back and it’s thrown me off a bit, I’m working on a request that should be out soon hopefully and just a thank you to everyone as well :)

[messrmoonyy]

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME TF OUT Y’ALL🗣

nsfw tess hcs…

Tess servopoulos nsfw hcs

A/N- ANON BESTIE THE WAY I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO GIVE ME AN EXCUSE TO GET THESE THOTS FROM MY MIND. OFF TO HORNY JAIL WE GO. The way I again pushed back posting the one shots cause I saw this and had to get it out of my head lmao. Couple of these are repeated from my other hcs list.

Honestly might double post today with a one shot later too. Or if I can contain myself I’ll post the one shot tomorrow

warnings- obvs these are nsfw I wasn’t too explicit. But still. 18+ pls girls and gays.

Reminder as with all hcs these are my ideas so if you don’t like them/find them ooc, sorry. But. Everyone sees characters different

Masterlist

• we’re starting off with the obvious and one I’ve already mentioned. She’s. A mf. Top.

• she’s so talented with those hands of hers. She can have you a complete babbling mess in literal minutes. She knows all the spots that make you melt.

• did I mention she’s good with her hands? She knows the exact spot inside of you to abuse when she wants to make it last and tease you to the edge over and over again. Or have you coming on her fingers in minutes.

• soft dom vibes. She likes being in charge and very very rarely will give that control up to you but she’s never too rough. She’d never want to hurt you.

• though you do serve as a wonderful outlet for her after particularly stressful drop offs. When all she wants to do when she gets home is pin you down on the closest surface and eat you out until her jaw aches which she’s also really fucking good at.

• she’s not one for PDA so you were shocked to find out she’s actually quite the exhibitionist. Pinning you against a wall in some back alley in the zone and fucking you with her fingers, hand clamped over your mouth so no one hears you, having to hold you up because your legs are shaking, whispering praise in your ear “ good girl nice and quiet “

• praise kink. Praise. Kink. She will shower you with praise.

• “ atta girl “ “ good girl keep looking at me “ “ eyes on me “ “ doing so good for me “

• honestly I think she’d much prefer giving than receiving. But sometimes when she’s super stressed and drained, she’ll let you relax her.

• she has a thing for eye contact. She loves having your eyes locked right on hers when you come, she thinks you look prettier than ever.

• hickeys. Everywhere. She may not be one for much PDA but she does like it to be known that you’re off the market. You’re hers. She’ll mark you everywhere, your neck, your chest, your thighs. And she’ll walk around with you proudly with them on display.

• she likes tying your hands, leaving you helpless whilst she teases you mercilessly. She likes the power. She loves watching you squirm.

• like really. She loves the power. She loves the control she has over you.

• THIGH RIDING. She loves watching you grind on her thigh to get off, loves the wet patch you leave on her jeans, tight grip on your hips as she guides you through it

• finally. Dare I say… gun kink. Knife kink. HEAR ME OUT

• cool metal trailing over your cunt before she eats you out, gun to your head whilst you grind on her thigh. Never hurting you and knowing she never ever would. But loving the power.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

thinking about joel miller and his instinct to protect...

joel miller masterlist ⋆ main masterlist

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✮ i think that after sarah, his eagerness to protect those close in his life is extremely strong. we clearly see that with ellie. sure, it's a natural instinct to protect those you love, but joel takes it to another level.

✮ he can see first hand how easy it is to lose people. so don't blame him when he holds you close, or when he's always trailing behind you.

✮ joel's mind is racing a thousand miles a minute when he's out with you. he's always a step ahead; planning for potential threats to come out and harm you and ellie.

✮ and even when you three make it to jackson, it takes him awhile to let go of that feeling. he trusted tommy and maria in building a safe community, not for him, but for his girls.

✮ sometimes though, his protectiveness can get a little overbearing. you know what he's been through, and that what he does comes from a place of love, but you still have to sit him down to set your boundaries. it took him a little while to understand where you're coming from, but he ultimately heard you out.

✮ that doesn't stop him from keeping an arm around you waist at social events, especially when they're hosted at the tipsy bison.

✮ alcohol makes men people stupid, so joel will always be there with you at the little bar. although, people don't even try to approach you. joel's fierce watch over you when you're out on the dance floor sends enough signals to those who were smart enough care.