Okay But Imagine Ellie And You Trying To Come Up With Some Cute Names For Your Baby Together. Jesse Managed

okay but imagine ellie and you trying to come up with some cute names for your baby together. jesse managed to find some old book for parents to be one day when he and his patrol partner stumbled across an old bookstore, and of course he made sure to bring it back and give it to ellie the first chance he got.

the book contains an entire chapter dedicated to name suggestions, and it even has the meaning written right next to them. you’ve been saying every name out loud, rolling them on your tongue, trying to find a name that just feels right.

ellie giggles and tries to find one she likes as well, but it’s not easy. there are a lot of cool, cute, charming, really every type of name, but none of them are the name. maybe your expectations are a little bit too high, maybe you just pick a name you kinda like and it grows on you.

as you flip over the last page of the chapter, ellie sees your eyes light up. “hey, i really like this for a girl…” you nudge her and point at one of the last names on the list.

“it’s real cute, but we need a name that works on a boy too. yknow, just in case” ellie picks up your hand in hers and starts pressing pecks all over your fingers. she has this feeling, like she just knows that it’s going to be a boy. maria, you and jesse are team girl though, but both ellie and tommy are betting on a boy.

“don’t we already have a boy name?” your smile is bright and there’s something in your eyes that ellie can’t read, and her expression must have the confusion written all over it cause you’re quick to add; “joel, of course”

abby be like: hey! ( with the intention of staring at the stars together <3 )

aaaaah! i feel abby would try to ask you out for a stargazing date, chicken out and squeak out a “as friends” while blushing (like anyone’s gonna believe that)

she picks you up that night and oh my god, you look amazing. you’re wearing one of her favourite dresses and you got the hoodie she let you borrow a few weeks ago. you’re quick to clarify she’s not getting it back yet (ever) and you’re just bringing it with you in case it’s cold. how is she gonna make it through this da- totally platonic hangout between two friends?

abby would probably die if she ever admitted this, but she picked up a book about constellations at the library before even asking you out. the plan was to learn some cool constellation and space facts, woo you with her star knowledge and win your heart.

at first she’s nervous, the blush not leaving her cheeks and she keeps on stuttering. it’s a little bit embarrassing, but you love it. it’s nice to see her a little bit flustered once in a while, and it’s even more nice to see her blush on your date together (because once again, like anyone would believe she’s only asking you out as a friend)

time passes by quickly, and even though you got your hoodie on now it’s still getting really cold. of course abby notices you shivering, moving closer to you on the blanket y’all have been laying on.

you’re so close now that your hands are basically touching and if you both just turn your heads slightly abby thinks your lips are close enough to kiss.

a few moments of silence before you let out a breathy “hey abby?” and she turns her entire body towards you, now laying on her side, before letting out a soft “hmm?”

abby barely has time to register that you’ve now also turned over before you kiss her. it’s barely a kiss, more of a peck, and the position you’re both laying in is slightly awkward. but abby doesn’t even think about that, instead all she can focus on is the fact that you just kissed her.

you lean back and look at her lips, then her eyes, then her lips again. “i like you.” you say it so easily and it knocks the wind out of abby’s lungs. “not just as a friend” you add, and your tone is slightly teasing.

abby gives you a small smile before going in for a real kiss this time.

my heart literally melted at what you wrote about abby and reader. I'm in love ❤️‍🩹

my heart melted when i got this ask, glad to hear you liked it!!

can you imagine abby melting when reader whisper "home" while being held by her strong arms after a long stressful day 😞

a/n: my heart anon you don’t understand what putting this scenario in my head is doing to me, also this became so, so much longer than i thought it would. sorry not sorry

it never gets easy.

no amount of training and no amount of assignments you’ve completed will ever make it easy. you’ve been doing this for a while, and you’re still haunted by memories. you have the physical strength to fight, that’s not the issue, all those hours in the gym while training has paid off.

the feeling of nausea at the smell of blood, the shiver that runs down your spine every time you take someone out during a mission, just never goes away.

until now you had been holding onto the hope that one day you’d be too desensitised to be affected anymore. one day, killing people- scars, scavengers, hell, even infected, would be easy. you would no longer spend hours scrubbing away that dirty feeling all over your skin after a kill.

oh, how naive of me.

it hits you as you head towards your room. you’ve always been aware deep inside that this violence and the murder will never feel right, you’ll never be able to swallow the distaste down, but now you have accepted it. and accepting it is heavy, it hurts, burns, weighs you down.

maybe, it was the scar kid that made you realise it. she had been running towards you blind with rage, and you had shot an arrow right at her without hesitation. maybe, it was the fact that as she laid dead in front of you she reminded you of someone you lost. or maybe, it was the fact that she was so young.

killing a kid will never be easy.

at some point, you turn away from the corridor in which your room is in. you can’t be alone anymore. your entire body feels cold, and your hands are shaking. the past years it’s like you’ve numbed your discomfort at least to an extent, hiding behind the naive thinking that it would become easier at some point.

now you’ve faced the cold truth, and there’s nothing you can hide behind anymore.

when your fists hit the door and you wait for her to come open, the unsettling realisation has grown into a heavy and dark hole inside of you. you could swear it almost burns, and it completely overwhelms you.

it doesn’t feel like you’re here. or anywhere, really. it will never be easy. so you’re just supposed to do this shit till you’re dead, no matter how much it wears you down.

without even noticing it yourself, your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re hyperventilating. the black hole inside of you continues to grow bigger, until it feels like it will consume you.

when the door is slammed open you almost don’t notice. it’s abby’s voice that takes you out of it, that grounds you in reality again. the hole inside your chest is still there, but it stopped growing. her presence makes a warmth slowly spread throughout you, the cold feeling disappearing.

“hey, you okay?” she’s reaching out her arm, placing her hand on your shoulder. concern is written all over her face, but you can’t bring yourself to reply.

all you can do is wrap your arms around her, pressing your face against her collarbone. she’s unmoving for a second, before engulfing you in a hug as well. her warmth consumes you, forces the hole inside of you to shrink and shrink, until it’s almost unnoticeable. almost.

she tries to ask you again, tries to ask what happens. asks you if you need something, all you do is shake your head. you already have all you need right here in between your arms.

“home.” it’s whispered against abby’s shirt, said so casually and soft. home is safety, comfort. home is your safe space, home is where you’re protected. so how could any other place than her arms be called your home?

if you only could see abby’s face, her eyes filled with adoration. you swear she hugs you a little tighter, leans into your touch a little bit more and you feel the featherlight touch of her lips on the top of your head.

yeah, it doesn’t get easier. but you have abby, and maybe that’s all you need.

giggling kicking my feet crying screaming “i like you.” “not just as a friend” PERIOD! REAL PERIOD!

me when i was writing that part:

I'M SAT AND READY BESTIE!!!

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