#will miller headcannon

[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.

***

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!!

[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.”

[joeldeservedbetter]

Just some wholesome Joel headcannons

Despite his gruff exterior, Joel has a soft spot for animals, especially dogs. He’s the type to feed stray dogs when no one’s looking, and you can bet he’ll have a grumpy but affectionate smile on his face when a dog licks his hand.

Joel can make the best cornbread you’ve ever tasted. He picked it up from his mom when he was younger and never really stopped making it during the apocalypse. Every time someone asks him to bake something, he pretends like he doesn’t know how but secretly enjoys it.

Joel’s not great with words when it comes to giving compliments, so when he does, they come out adorably awkward. "You look, uh... good, today. Like, real good. I mean, better than usual." He then grumbles and tries to change the subject, looking away as his face turns pink.

When things are calm, Joel enjoys sitting in the silence, drinking coffee or whiskey. Sometimes, he’ll softly hum an old country tune while fiddling with something, his hands steady despite the chaos around him.

You know the "dad look"? The one that says, “I’m disappointed in you, but I’m also deeply worried?” Joel has it perfected. And even though it’s a little intimidating, it’s always clear he’s just trying to make sure people are safe and doing okay.

Joel would never admit it, but sometimes he gets flustered when someone gives him unexpected attention or thanks. It’s not often, but when it does happen, his face turns red, and he’ll mumble something like, “No need for all that.” He’s not used to people being kind to him, so it always catches him off guard.

Joel tries to tell jokes sometimes, but they’re always cheesy dad jokes, and no one can help but laugh at how bad they are. He’ll deadpan a terrible pun and just stare at you, waiting for a reaction, and you can’t help but laugh at his earnestness.

Joel holds on to everything that might be useful one day. That old, broken flashlight? It's still in his backpack. He’ll say he’s just "making sure," but you know he’s secretly hoping to fix it one day, even if that means taking hours to do it.

On rare nights when the world is quiet, Joel and Ellie will lie down and look up at the stars. Joel doesn’t say much, but he’ll point out constellations and talk about how his daughter, Sarah, used to love stargazing with him when she was little. It’s a quiet, tender moment that he cherishes.

Joel is terrible at dancing, but every now and then, Ellie will make him dance with her to some old country or rock song she finds on a radio. At first, he protests and grumbles, but before long, he’s awkwardly swaying along, his face bright red as Ellie laughs at his "dad moves."

Inbox is always open for suggestions, questions, or your own headcannons!

[4ever-feral]

OlderBf!Joel Miller

Moodboard Masterlist

[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”)

[shrublee]

EEK!!!!

[southernbelllle]

also I’d love to see some hcs or crack of them #lighten up the spr fandom

Saving Private Ryan Modern/Crack-ish Headcannons

Including: Miller, Horvath, Reiben, Mellish, Jackson, Wade, Caparzo, and Upham

AN: Yay! First SPR headcannons post! I had so much fun writing these. I wrote a lot for some, and a bit for others. Don't worry if I didn't get to explore your fave this go round. I'll deep dive to them soon I promise. Also, HIHIIIIIII DIANAAAAAA!!!

Miller has a giant iPad that is only used for either watching videos of people opening packs of baseball cards or reading random clickbait articles with size 36 font. He also has a pair of +1.25 readers he wears when he does decide to read on it. He only has two apps, Facebook (for marketplace,) and camera (so he can take pictures of things he's selling on marketplace.)

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Horvath has a sweatshirt that says, “Uncles Greatest Gift.” No one quite understands what exactly he means by that. Reiben believes that his uncle got it for him, therefore insinuating the Horvath is his Uncles Greatest Gift. Mellish thinks that maybe he bought it for a nephew and never gave it to him. The matter is so fleeting however that no one remembers to ask Horvath about it.

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Speaking of Reiben, he downloaded OnlyFans because one of his favorite car youtubers was offering exclusive car content on the website. One day, he left his laptop open and Carpazo immediately spotted the website being on screen and called it out. He swore up and down that it was just for more exclusive car content. That only seemed to make the teasing from Carpazo and Mellish worse.

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Mellish is NOT innocent though. His mother sent him a care package filled with all sorts of necessities. One of them being a lip oil that was scented like strawberry shortcake. He didn’t give it much thought at first, but later found out that it actually did make his lips more moisturized, as well as cover up the smoke smell. So, he used it. He made a habit out of sneaking away after having a smoke with the group to apply the oil. Wade followed him one time, curious as to what exactly Mellish was trying to escape from, and he found a puckered Mellish applying the oil with his eyes closed. Wade cackled and called everyone over. “Mellish is putting on lipstick!” Jackson would shout. “It’s a lip oil! It’s unpigmented!” Mellish would return. He never did quite live that one down.

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Oh, bumpkin boy Jackson, lord have mercy on all of our souls. This man knows every line dance to emerge from the American south. The music at the church potluck remained the same throughout his years of growing up there. The cotton eyed Joe is so entranced in his soul that sometimes, when the group is just standing, he’ll click his heels together or subtly gyrate his hips. It weirds everyone out.

He can’t really help it though, since he’s pretty much banned from every Honky Tonk on Nashville’s main drag. Word of Public intoxication combined with public urination charges travels fast down here.

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Wade’s mom dropped him off at a public beach while she went to work one time. He had a blast. He dug holes in the sand, he caught tiny minnows with a net. The perfect beach day for a little boy. Wade was especially obsessed with pirates as a kid, all of the exploration that came with such a job intrigued him immensely. He even had a little wade sized pirate hat he’d sported. So, when he decided he’d enough of the simple pleasures of the beach, he decided he needed to go on a pirate adventure. He walked and walked until he found a small roped off area. He cut under the rope and looked around to see no one else around him. In a panic, he ran until he found someone. Unfortunately, the first person he found was an old man wondering the beach. A naked, old man wondering the beach. His pirate adventure led him to a secluded nudist beach. After an awkward call from the old man’s phone to his mom, she never let him wonder alone in public again. He threw his pirate hat out and slept in bed with her that night.

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Caparzo has a secret tiktok account where he dons a gorilla mask and grey sweatpants and does that “dancing every day until I get a girlfriend trend.” He has around 50k followers and averages a pretty good like to comment ratio. He is on day 1,379 and has no intention of stopping anytime soon. He's never missed a day.

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Lastly, and most meekly, sweet little Upham. Upham was a very quiet kid in school. He didn’t make much noise or make an effort to participate in clubs. What he did put his heart into however, was the daily writing prompted that his 6th grade language arts teacher would assign the class. The prompt one morning was just “Fat lady Little Boy.” Feeling particularly inspired this day, he wrote about a fat lady who stepped into an elevator, and everyone had stepped out because of her body odor. The little boy was the only one who stayed. After the two talked, the little boy tells her that she’s his long-lost son. She believed him, and the two embraced in a hug. He was so proud of his story. He was even chosen to present the piece to the class after a few others. Every other student’s story, however, were tales of fat witches who ate boys, and large whales ingesting sailors. It was at this point he learned just how soft ant tender his heart is. He went home and just stared at himself in the mirror after school that day.

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I lowkey did not proofread this so if anything is like incoherent sorry OOPS.

[tarkalean-trekkie]

Twisters Headcannon about visiting a Buc-ee’s

A/n: this just popped into my head at work today

-Stopping at a Buc-ee’s is a rare occurrence, but is a time of celebration for everyone in Storm Par.

-Everyone except for Scott. In his typical “stick in the ass” fashion, he finds Buc-ee’s crowded and utterly annoying.

-Until you join Storm Par.

-Scott would storm through even the most crowded Buc-ee’s just to see you smile when he hands you a bag of chocolate covered beaver nuggets, and some cosmic pops.

-And you just know that evening at the diner there will be endless banter between him and Javi about Scott’s obvious crush on you, that he constantly denies despite weathering his least favorite “overrated” gas station to grab your favorite snack.

[rimunagenius]

(y/f/n: your friends name)

y/n: oh.

y/f/n: y/n, if you don’t say something i will.

y/n: *shrugs*don’t worry about it. it’ll be taken care of.

y/f/n: how? they’re disrespecting you. be so serious right now, you-

will: *walks back up to you, slides his arm around your waist*

random creep: *walks away, lowk terrified*

y/n: see? handled.

[joelmillermylove]

hehe Guilty 😏😏

[littlestsheriff]

joel agere moodboard

[joeldeservedbetter]

no because Joel is totally fine and living happily in Jackson until he’s very very old and he simply falls asleep and never wakes up, right next to the love of his life that he got to spend the rest of his life with. Life turned wonderful for Joel once again and nothing bad ever happened to him.

Ah- you know what? My apologies! You are completely right! Ellie also forgave Joel because the doctor was an evil ass and they lived happily ever after with movie nights on Sundays and family dinners with Tommy and Maria on Saturdays. Oh- they also had weekly board game nights where Ellie would totally rub it in Joel’s face that she won but in reality he just let her win. This is cannon and I will not hear otherwise.

[yourlnterlude]

a death of an angel , a birth of an devil .

requests open - hit me with them. anything.

pretty eyes don’t lie …

T W I S T E R S —

you find out recently that the tornado you were chasing to gather information about had hit your childhood home. [SCOTT MILLER X FEM!READER]

T N M N (that’s not my neighbor) —

Collaboration with @deadlywishings — HEADCANNONS AB/ Yog Sothoth (NM) & Teutates Taranis (NM)

T H E O U T S I D E R S —

headcannons with a Latina/Hispanic!reader

the gang reacts to when you hug them out of no where. (Fem!Reader & HEADCANNONS)

johnny with a Fem!reader who is really affectionate!!

[lovelettersforthedamned]

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

joel miller masterlist ⋆ main masterlist

author's edit: hi all!! it has come to my attention that there is a global strike to support the people of palestine. especially since the creator of tlou is a filthy zionist, here are a plethora of links and resources to help palestinians. for the rest of the week, i will not be updating my blog (posting fics, updates) unless it's information regarding palestine in support of this strike.

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daily click to help the palestinian people

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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.