#WAKING UP IN TWO HRS SO GOODBYE

[melonsharks]

that eggs gotta crack one day

based on this drawing from the charity stream 🔥

[pyr0-kai]

Mike Schmidt Headcannons

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I hate writing but I love mike so I compromise.

Sorry if this is bad.

Small spoiler warning. Nothing too big

Might make a part 2 or some one-shot posts id anyone wants it

- he 100% chugs energy drinks a lot.

- probably forgets to shower sometimes (pls remind him before abby does)

- Probably never had a very long lasting relationship before. Maybe for a few months, but that’s about it

- Incredibly touch starved. Like once he’s in a relationship with you, he always wants to be close at any chance. Even just holding your hand while doing something.

(PLease- let me cuddle him 😫)

- He always hated being alone for longer periods of time

- he really appreciates how you accept him and his past. It takes a while but he’ll slowly open up about his family and his past. Just don’t pressure him…

- literally cannot leave his house without s kiss goodbye from you. It’s mandatory at this point

- he blushes at ANY compliments from you

- he 100% snores if he’s sleeping comfortably (its rare)

- he has barley any idea on how to comfort you, but if you’re upset he will at least sit next to you and rub your back gently

- not the best cook, but loves making breakfast in the morning with you while abby is still asleep.

- when he wakes up from a nightmare, he wants nothing more than to lay his head on your chest and to listen to your heartbeat. Its a comforting sound for him

- He loves holding you, but arguably loves it more when you hold him while cuddling. He just loves the feeling of being wanted and loved by you.

- It makes him so happy to see you getting along with his sister. Like drawing together, or sitting next to each-other on the couch watching cartoons or something. He often joins you two on the couch, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your cheek.

- Abby constantly begging him to let you meet her “friends” until hr finally gives in and takes you both to Freddy’s begrudgingly.

[i-think-i-have-too-many-fandoms]

(Dilf!Deku x Nanny!Reader is what I think is what this is)

Description ~ Single dad #1 pro Deku’s daughter wakes up and starts crying for “mama”

“MAMA!” Izuku shoots out of bed at the sound of his daughter screaming. He sprints down the hallway of his large apartment to his daughter’s room. He turns on the light to find his daughter with tear stained cheeks reaching out for him. He sits on the edge of her bed and wrapped her in his arms. “What was it babygirl?” Izuku asks his 5 year old daughter. “Nightmare, about you and mama.” That caught him off guard, his daughter had never really had a “mother” she was dropped on Izukus doorstep with a paternity test saying she was his. “What do you mean baby?” He gives her a confused smile. “Mama? Where is she. I wanna see her too, where is mama?” Izukus daughter looks up at him with big ol puppy dog eyes that would make anyone certain she was his. “Who are you talking about bubs?” “Mama! She’s around all the time! Don’t pretend daddy.” Looking into her confused eyes and that’s when it clicked, she was talking about her nanny.

“Are you talking about Y/n? She’s not your mama, baby.” The little girl in his arms makes an ‘oh’ sound and cuddles deeper into him, he knows she's just to tired to argue and frankly he is too. Instead of risking another nightmare leaving her in her own bed he picks up his little girl and goes back to his bedroom. Izuku finds himself unable to sleep, instead thinking about you. In the last few months you’re all that’s been taking up his headspace. Thinking about how good you are with his daughter, and he wishes he could tell you but he couldn’t do that. It’s bad enough how much it aches him to be away from his daughter as much as he is but he refuses to put a partner through that. So he keeps his thoughts to himself, but will continue letting his daughter think you are her mother. The next day when you came by before he left he had told you that his daughter was in his room, and that she’d had a nightmare and to keep an eye on her during nap time and if anything changes to keep him updated. The usual stuff- except when he was saying goodbye and he grabbed the back of your head and kissed your forehead before heading out the door. You froze in your spot and started overthinking, of course you found him attractive but it was more than just his physical appearance, you’ve seemingly fallen for him because of the way he acts towards everyone that works for him, the way he is always there to kiss his daughter goodnight even if he has to go right back to work after, its the way he is exactly what people think he is but so much more. Now, switch to the other side of the door Pro hero Deku was panicking, when he got home tonight you would probably tell him you quit, or you’ll give him some kind of “HR paperwork”.

He shouldn’t have done it, he knows that but it felt so natural as if he’d done it every morning, like it was routine. But he hadn’t, it wasn't, he’d never done it, he’s thought of doing it. Thought about what he’d do if he would actually married you and got to do that every day- but that wasn’t your guys’ dynamic, your dynamic was that he’d tell you what was new with his kid then leave, and you’d message him interesting stuff that happened throughout the day, and when he’d get home you’d be watching something on tv and he’d sit beside you and tell what happened that day and then you would politely say goodbye to him, but this? This is too- too domestic for you two. But before he can retract and go back inside to explain he gets a message from work telling him there’s an emergency. So he has no choice but to go about his day, expecting a text from you about anything, so that maybe he’ll stop overthinking and panicking but you don’t.

And back at the apartment you were hanging out with his daughter and there has been so many things you’ve wanted to send him but you didn’t want it to be weird. So you went through your day, overthinking just as much as he did because, what was that this morning? Did he mean to do it? Did he think it was someone else and he mixed up because of how tired he was from his daughter waking up in the middle of the night? Oh god… of course, he probably thought it was someone else. You went about your day trying to put your best fake smile on for the darling little girl and at times you’d forgotten but then it come rushing back justas quickly as it had left. At some point Izuku had called a friend who had the day off to go relieve you of your duties for the day, but that only made your despair and overanalyzing worse. You had spent half the night confused and worried and mind wandering, until eventually you gave in, put on the closest pair of pajama pants you could and drove yourself to his apartment. You knocked quietly a few times and while waiting you were questioning what you were doing here but then he opened the door of his apartment and you knew.

You know what to say and why you’re here, “what was that?” You almost cringe at the question. “What?” Oh no, he’s confused, he doesn’t know what you’re talking about this was a mistake. And you abruptly say that you’re sorry for bothering and turning around but he grabs your wrist turning you to him. “I don’t actually know what it was” “So it was a mistake?” Damn, that hurt. “No, definitely not, I- would you like to come inside to talk? It’s cold out.” You follow behind and sit beside him on his couch facing him, knees close to touching. “Believe me, I, very much, like you, and if I was normal, living a normal life I would ask you out on a date in a heartbeat. But I will not do that to you, and I am sorry for what happened yesterday morning, if you choose to continue working for me then I can arrange that we will not be in the same area at the same times-“ “I’m not fired?” You interrupt him, severely confused.

He then looks back at you mirroring your expression, "w- why would you be fired? I'm the one who did it, if anything i thought you'd have smacked me with HR "sexual harrasment' papers when i got back but you didn't." You cut him off again because this whole misunderstanding was starting to make your head hurt, "Why would you be in trouble? You sent me home early, i thought you were firing me." You place your head in your hands. Izuku wants so badly to rub your back in comfort but is understandably apprehensive of making the situation weirder. You pause with your head in your in your hands. 'How could you have just glossed over what he'd said?' You lift your head to look him in his beautiful emerald eyes, "You, like me?" You tilt a eyebrow at him. His face turns a bright shade of red as he answers, "i- w-well not- no- but-" He becomes frantic with his wording and as your looking at him avoiding your eyes you take a chance. You reach for his face and pull it to your own so your faces are inches apart. You leave space for him to close in case youve read the signals wrong. Waiting for what seems like forever (it was a few seconds), Izuku places his hands at your waist and presses his lips to yours. Both of your movements are slow and intimate as you press together fluidly. Before it goes too far you both pull away breathlessly admiring one another. "Izuku...would you like to go on a date?" You speak softly still doubting what had just happened. Hesitating to answer he looks at you earnestly, "I don't want my schedule to hurt the people i love."

"I know, and I'm probably one of the only people who will actually understand enough for this to last with us. I know your schedule and i know you. I know that if anything happens it isn't your fault." You keep eye contact with him as you speak. "If this doesn't work out i would never hold it against you." He scrutinizes your face for any hesitancy, and when he doesn't find any he answers your question, "How's Sunday?"

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:

pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard y’all with these constantly, but u don’t understand, he literally lives in my brain full time

- if you’re rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, he’ll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much “you’re takin’ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.”,, don’t be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and he’d still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you

-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit

-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that don’t matter. like, he’ll fully sit in front of you and tell you he’s stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a “It’s not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.” 

- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and he’s on his feet in a second. ofc he’s complaining but he’s also then following that up by doing things you didn’t even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.

-when you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. don’t expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but he’s pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after he’s wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy

- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if it’s animated then he’s there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this ‘embarrassing’ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc he’d never tell u himself.

- he’s a beast to wake up in the morning, but he’s a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesn’t want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily. 

-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls he’s so weird, he’ll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

-he probably created a playlist of songs ur ‘allowed’ to play around him. meaning, it’s only the songs on ur phone that he likes 🙄

-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings he’ll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if it’s cold. u ask him once about it n he just “Work stays at work. This is my fuckin’ home. Now shut up about it already.”

-you’ve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. don’t ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot 🤢🤮 unfortunately.

-he’s like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreams of cute lil couple’s crafts. like, he’ll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit

- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt he’s anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.

- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, he’s going to scream

-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like he’s taking care of u tbh

-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge

-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like he’ll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way he’ll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much “What the hell, you bitch? ‘m doin’ everything fuckin’ perfect! Grow already!”

-katsuki is such a little bitch when he’s sick. he’ll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??

-he never lets you get the door. like, if there’s a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls he’s on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion

-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, that’s his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it

-bakugou doesn’t like dirt or grime, so he won’t allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if you’re just sitting on top of the covers, he’s gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc “No way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.”

-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. he’ll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder. 

-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc he’ll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like you’ll be like, “hmm i’d love to remodel the bathroom someday”,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then he’ll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls you’re sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman

- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, he’ll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someone’ll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. he’ll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change anything. he does this over and over and over again

-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he can’t sleep and he’s snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way won’t allow it

-he’s a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way you’re gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely

-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never ‘behaves’ for him, but every time you check it, it’s working perfectly fine

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ahahhaa sorry y’all for the super random spam today,, but here were are back to our regularly scheduled bakugou programming,,,, bc idk if it’s obvious ur honor, but i love him

[yanderegremlin]

Just read through your Bakugou HC’s 🧨Delish ~💋 Anywhooo; Tumblr could just be acting wonky (as usual on mobile 🙄😓) but I’m not seeing any RULES post, and I want to make a request. Please don’t get upset or take offense if I ask for something off limits (If so, Sorry in advance). I’d really like for you to expand on the whole “Rage/Rampage” thing 😘 Let’s say that someone helped us escape deranged Katsuki’s clutches, of course the attempt fails and the person helping us had to be doing so because they want you for themselves (according to Katsuki) cause no one just helps a falsely imprisoned young woman since it’s the right thing to do 😤 So he decides to teach the reader that she is property of Katsuki Bakugou, and every part of her belongs to him.

Tbh I’m hoping for some good ok’ NSFW here 🙈 but like I said above, if you aren’t down with that then SFW is good too!

❤️‍🔥

Arthur notes: aww thank you! Honestly it was really fun to write him, I love him as a character.

Thank you for the request! :D I’m very new to posting content lol so I’m sorry for the confusion and inconvenience, I’m still trying to figure out how tumbler works 😅 but I don’t write NSFW I’m sorry and don’t worried I love this request because I was thinking about Bakugou rampage mode when you sent this, great minds think a like! Hope you don’t mind me making Bakugou super soft in this one. Honestly soft Bakugou differently lol. 

I also made a request rules here! Once again my bad I should have the request rules first, sorry for that. But without further ado here’s the one shot :3

Rampage mode - Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugou surprises you by celebrating your one year anniversary of being a “couple” only to find Jirou trying to whisk you away from him.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, age up characters (Bakugo is in his mid 20’s), Graphic descriptions, violence, Censored language, character death, reader gets injured not majorly though, Mentions of marriage, soft?? Bakugou

Bakugou was the happiest man alive because today was your first anniversary as a couple, and to top it off you have been starting to be more nice and loving towards him. He couldn’t ask for anything more than that. You just being with him was all he could ask for. Well maybe one more that will have to wait later that evening.

Waking up that morning with you wrapped in his arms was a dream come true. He woke up 30 minutes before he had to get out of bed just so he could admire you. He was restless, he had big plans for today. You're the only one who made him want to have a wife, a family. A future without you isn’t an option for him.

Before his thoughts ran too far wild his alarm went off and you just had to open your gorgeous orbes you called eyes looking at him like you just woke up from hibernation. Bakugou genly moved you off of him to go make you breakfast. He would like for you to cook with him but you're too sleepy to handle a knife properly and besides you could cook with him this evening for dinner anyways.

After breakfast is getting ready for the day. You do your morning routines together, him helping you out when he can and you doing the same for him. He wanted this day to be just the two of you but today was a very important meeting his HR manager scheduled for him and he couldn’t move it. That's alright though, it gives him the excuse to go and pick up the ring he ordered for you.

He was so lost in his own thoughts he almost forgot to give you a goodbye kiss and hug, but do you know what he did forget? The F@cking documents he needed for the meeting. Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t mad about seeing you again, no he was mad that he was most likely going to be late for that meeting. Which means his HR manager is going to have a field day with him.

With a sigh Bakugou turned around and drove as fast as he legally could (he doesn’t want to risk getting into a car accident) back home. Nothing could ruin this day for him, not the student meeting, not the dum papers he forgot, not the front door being ajar, not- wait the front door!

Without another thought Bakugou rushes in, slamming the door open to find you and Jirou standing in the living room in nothing but civilian clothing. Quickly Jirou steps in front of you protectively, ready to fight Bakugou. On the other hand Bakugou just stood there thinking, trying to figure out what exactly was going on here. Were you trying to escape? No, your affection was more than enough proof that you loved him and wanted to stay. It was Jirou who was trying to kidnap you and obviously didn't plan on him showing up.

He knew that she would try something like this but on their anniversary? His blood began to boil, he slammed the front door and locked it in one fell Swoop. Jirou and you must have seen the murderous look in his eyes because Jirou push you back and sid something to you but Bakugou didn’t hear it. Not after his explosions started to rang throughout the apartment. The first explosion you both dodged it, the second one knocked her off balance but unfortunately she recovered. By three one Bakugou is so angry and frustrated that he did even realize that you had jumped in front of him until it was too late.

Severely burned you land hashly on the floor right next to jirou. One moment he was standing there shocked and then the next jirou’s brains painted the walls, her body laying next to yours. Bakugou didn't know why you had done that but that's not important right now. With coarse hands Bakugou picks you up gently, taking you somewhere no one can even find you.

After patching you up, Bakugou takes you to the cottage that he owns for when he wants to go on a long trip. The one far away from anyone. When he gets you there you are half awake groaning tiredly, in pain obviously. He carries you in whispering soft apologies in your ear. This time he will make sure you will be safe with him. Weather you want it or not.

I hope you like this lol if there is anything Spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know! Thank you for reading and for your request! :D

[luna-writes-stuff]

Hey! I hope you're having a good dayyy

I saw ur requests are open and since ur lookin for sum,, can i request a thorin x reader fic (if ur still accepting hehe) where the story is similar to the ending part of the movie Artificial Intelligence (idk if you've watched that but ye the ending goes like this:

The boy (main character) wished to be with his mother again one last time, if only for a day :(( And so the aliens granted him this wish bbbut the mom didn't know she was already dead like after the sciency stuff, she woke up just like it was an ordinary day, and when the 24 hrs was up, she went back to sleep not knowing that that was the last time they'll be together :<<

So I was thinking maybe botfa?, either the reader or thorin died and then ^^^ anywayyy the magic is up to you ✨

I hope ur cool with dat,, if not that's perfectly fineee HAHA

One last day, Thorin Oakenshield

Just reading this request left me suffering. I hope I did your idea justice,,,,

anyways;

Headcanons, genderneutral pronouns

Tw: Pain. Lots of pain. Angst. Pain. Flashbacks to botfa. Pain.

- Thorin’s death had been the most difficult on you. You were left alone to rule a kingdom you didn’t have any experience with. Balin had helped you immensely, yet with every step you took, you felt as if you only worsened the kingdom.

- During the Battle of the Five Armies, you had been fighting on the other side of the planes, separated from your One. By the time you reached him, he had already left this world. You hadn’t even gotten a proper chance to say goodbye.

- And that thought had haunted you ever since that horrible day. Everyone had watched you dwelling, trying to guide others while you were unable to guide yourself.

- And then Gandalf finally decided that enough was enough. He had offered to help you say goodbye. If it would bring you closure, he’d do it for you. His terms were simple: he would bring Thorin back for one day, no more, no less.

- And you agreed, for obvious reasons. Perhaps a opportunity to say farewell would help you progress his death better. You had spent the entire evening thinking about what to tell him and what to do. You had been thinking non stop, until sleep finally caught up with you.

- The next morning, you (surprisingly) hadn’t woken up to the bright sun shining through your windows. It wasn’t the laughter and talking in the halls. It hadn’t been Balin knocking at your door. It had been snoring that woke you up. For weeks you had gone to sleep on your own, with nothing but darkness and silence surrounding you. But now, a snoring was heard. One that hadn’t been there the night before.

- You carefully turned around, but stopped halfway, noticing an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Your eyes quickly followed the trail of arms to hands, trying to understand exactly what was happening. The excitement of yesterday had washed your sense of reality within a matter of hours.

- Your breath had caught in your throat upon recognizing the hands. The rings it held, the small hairs resting on top of it, the way the fingers were shaped, but more importantly, the way they held you, the thumb resting gently as the rest of the hand held onto you. It had indeed been Thorin. Your Thorin.

- Tears had already started gathering in your eyes, harsh reality settling in. This was only for one day, but he was back. He was alive. Back with you.

- As the tears blurrier your vision, the quietest sniffle escaped your throat. Suddenly, the snoring beside you had stopped, an annoyed yet confused moan following it.

- You tried your best to get a hold of your emotions, but it was difficult when a scientifically dead person lay right next to you, as alive as you had been.

- “Amrâlîme,” he softly uttered, his voice deeper than usual, laced with sleep and confusion. Only hearing his voice again made another sob escape you, “are you alright?”

- His arm turned you around, now coming face to face with him. His hair was up in his usual braids, yet it was a bit tousled. He had his normal sleep attire on. Everything appeared as if it had been a normal morning. No injuries or blood covered his face and his eyes held life, instead of the horrifying look they had held when you saw him last time.

- Yet, as life had been shining from them, so was confusion and worry. His earlier question finally reached you and for once, you had no idea how to respond. What would you have to tell him. Would you give him the cold hard truth or enjoy your day of pretentiousness?

- “Just a bad nightmare.” You answered, trying to wipe your tears away. With no words left spoken, Thorin dragged you into his chest, your head resting on top of his heart. His beating heart. The sound of it alone, resurfaced a new pair of tears, your hands clinging onto his shirt tightly, holding him for a while, not ready to let go yet.

- Thorin had no idea what was happening or what had happened. In his eyes, you indeed just had a terrible nightmare and needed his comfort now more than ever. No nightmare has ever left you this shaken up, but he wasn’t there to ask you about it or to judge you about. He was content just laying next to you.

- The entire morning was just spent in bed, not even speaking that much, just holding onto each other, softly dozing off again, happy to be engulfed in his warmth and smell again.

- When finally deciding to get up, Thorin had been quick to grab you close to him, already busying himself with braiding your hair. The feeling had grown foreign to you, yet so nostalgic.

- As it became your turn to braid Thorin’s hair, you made sure you did your absolute best. Making them look perfect on your definite last day with him. You tried not thinking about it too long, knowing Thorin would grow concerned, and that was not how you wanted to spend your last day with him.

- When walking along the empty halls of Erebor, you held onto his arm, walking with him as if you were seeing the halls for the first time. He would tell you stories about the portraits or the stone that was being carved before Smaug took over. He would tell you about his heritage as he had done a thousand times before when in the Hall of the Kings. And you’d listen to it all. Occasionally offering a short question or a well appreciated comment.

- You had taken the opportunity to ask him about ruling and how to best approach certain situations, making sure to remember him after he’d be gone again. That way, there would still be a bit of him in control of the mountain.

- But the day had quickly run by, leaving you with only a few hours. You tried to make him stay awake all night, but Thorin was always looking forward to sleep. It had been there ever since the day the two of you met. His favorite time of the day had always been night, so he could let his worries fade away as sleep took him over, you content in his arms.

- And then you decided to finally ask that lingering question. Without thinking about it too long, you just asked him straight forward; “Thorin, I have a bit of a weird question to ask you.” You began. Immediately; his attention was on you, holding onto your hands gently.

- “Would all of this make it possible for you to die a happy dwarf?” A bewildered look flashed across his face, clearly taken aback by the question. “What makes you ask me that?”

- Now you had been driven in a corner. You had no idea how to respond. Should you be honest with him? Did you really have choice?

- Yet, a quick lie suddenly came to your rescue. “Just the nightmare I had tonight.” You explained, rubbing your thumbs over his hands. With that answer, Thorin smiled at you, one of his hands cupping your face, his figure stepping even closer to you.

- “With you by my side, I’d die anywhere a happy dwarf.” He commented sincerely.

- “You truly mean that?” You had questioned, not knowing if he had been just trying to soothe you or actually speaking the truth. But then yet again, Thorin had never been one for lying.

- “With all my heart, Amrâlîme. Truly.” And with that, he put a soft, yet lingering kiss on your lips, making you wish you could stay like that forever. You had believed him the moment he had uttered these words.

- “Now, I’m exhausted. We should go to sleep. It’s been a long day.” The dwarf concluded, toying with the end of your braids before dropping them. You mustered a tiny smile his way before climbing into bed.

- In a matter of moments, Thorin had been beside you, his arm around you like it had been this morning. You snuggled into his chest, playing with the rings around his fingers as his breath softly tickled your neck. Only now, your tears resurfaced.

- He hadn’t feared dying. Not as long as you had been with him. And you had been. For nearly all your life. You placed a small kiss on his hand. It was your small way of saying goodbye and thank you, but he didn’t know. For him, it had been a small sign of saying “I love you.”

- “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kurdel. Sleep well.” Thorin mumbled, placing his lips on your lips, a regular goodnight kiss he’d give you. But it wouldn’t suffice this day.

- You turned around, wrapping your arms around him as you kissed his lips in response.

- “I love you, Thorin. You do know that, right?” You mumbled against his lips, nearly touching them.

- “Of course I do. Men lananubukhs menu, ghisvashel.” He whispered back, kissing you once more.

- When you were finally happy with your goodbye, you laid your head on his chest, satisfied to hear it beating for a moment. The soft tapping of it lured you to sleep after a while. Thorin followed you shortly after it, always falling asleep only after you had. He was holding onto your hands, a proud smile on his face.

- And that’s how he left again. Happy, with you in his arms, knowing he had reclaimed his homeland.

- Upon waking up the next morning, you hadn’t even been that sad anymore. You knew Thorin died a satisfied man, and it was enough to bring you the comfort you needed. And finally, after a long few months, you felt confident enough to take the mountain into strong hands, ruling it as he would have. The braids he had made the morning earlier were still freshly in your hair, somehow seemingly untouched. And you left it like that, happy to care the smallest bit of him around with you.

[yamujiburo]

Jessie and Cassidy reconciliation fanfic thing

I was going through my notes app just now to just clear out some junk and I found something I'd written like a year ago and totally forgot about hahhaha. I don't usually do fanfics but I guess I was in a writing mood that night. I can't remember why I stopped. I either got stuck, didn't know how I wanted it to end or was just having a hard time figuring out like,,,, the arcs and what I wanted the main focus of the story to be. Anyhow, here it is if you wanna read the set up I made for it haha

Jessie, James and Meowth have once again failed to complete a mission and Matori is TIRED of it. She brings it up go Giovanni who tells her not to worry about them. Matori can’t figure out why Giovanni puts up with them and starts digging on possible reasons why Giovanni would keep them around. She decides to go to HR to find answers. There, she meets Wendy.

“Ah– Matori!”

“Pull up records for Jessie, James and–“, Matori notices that Wendy already has Jessie’s files pulled up and gives her a strange look.

“I see you’re already doing your research on Miss Jessie…”

“N-no! Well, yes. It’s just that Jessie has continuously failed almost all missions she’s been assigned! Not to mention she’s singlehandedly almost made the organization go broke. Well, not really but she still owes a lot of money!”

“And the other two?”

“Huh? Oh yeah them, too I guess.”

“I just don’t understand what Giovanni could possible see in them. They’re not good for Team Rocket.”

“Tell me about it, I’ve been trying to get the boss to fire them for years. But he’s got a real soft spot for them apparently. Tch, to think they were the top of their class once.”

“Hmph, I find that hard to believe.”

“I can’t speak for James and Meowth, but Jessie really was a promising recruit. So much so that when she threatened to quit, she somehow manipulated every exec into fulfilling her demands.”

“Threatened to quit?” The gears in Matori’s head began to turn. Sure Giovanni wouldn’t fire the trio, but if they were to quit, there would be nothing he could do.

“Yeah, she had a falling out with her first partner. And instead of being PROFESSIONAL she wined until she got a new one. Then she proceeded to go through like 10 more partners until James came along. If you’ve ever talked to her I’m sure you can tell she’s not the easiest person to work with.”

“Hm. Perhaps it’s time to switch up some teams.”

“C-can you do that? Is that allowed?”

“I could pull some strings.”

“Isn’t that sabotage?” Wendy asks. Matori shoots her a look.

“Call it what you want, but it’s my job to make sure this organization is successful as possible. Getting rid of some problem lackeys will only benefit Team Rocket. If Giovanni won’t do anything about them, then I will.”

“Matori. You are my hero”

“Are there any potential candidates we could temporarily team them up with? Or members they’ve been known to… not get along with?”

A big, Gengar-like smile creeps on Wendy’s face. “I know just the agents.”

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Early in the morning in Jessie and James’ base, they get a call from Matori. Jessie is already annoyed, knowing who’s calling, but she wakes up her team members just in case it was Giovanni.

“A little early don’t you think, Matori?” Matori composes herself and ignores Jessie’s jab.

“Giovanni hasn’t arrived yet, but I have very important news.” Jessie, James and Meowth’s interests are piqued. “Your success rates have been… less than exemplary. But, you have previously shown you are exceptional agents.”

Jessie is taken aback by the, sort of, compliment from Matori. “So what’s the issue?”

“We have reason to believe that, while neither of you are individually the reason for your constant failures, you are incompatible as a team and you are going to be reassigned to different partners, effective immediately.”

James and Meowth look at each other shocked, and the thoughts going through their head were interrupted by their soon to be, not-leader. “WHAT?! You can’t split us up! We–“

“I apologize for the inconvenience. But this is for the benefit of Team Rocket. I do not have time to argue this. It has already been decided and your new partners have been decided. James, you are to return to headquarters where you will meet your new partner and Jessie, you will remain where you are and your new partner will arrive tomorrow.”

“What about, Me-owth?”

Matori pauses. She hadn’t thought about the cat. “You can decide who you wish to go with. Thank you for your time. Best of luck with your new arrangements.”

Matori hangs up. Jessie, James and Meowth stand staring at the screen, solemn. What doe they do now? Years of working together over, just like that.

“UGH THAT LITTLE FOUR EYED BOWL CUT HAIRED FREAK! I’m gonna do something about this! They can’t do this to us!” James gently puts his had on Jessie’s shoulder.

“There’s nothing we can do,”

James packs up, Meowth has decided to go with James. They say their goodbyes. James and Meowth grab the rest of their things and leave. Jessie is left alone with her thoughts.

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Back at headquarters, we see James and Meowth being led by Matori to her office where she says his new partner is waiting. She talks about how this member is in a very similar situation. They walk in and see short, green hair. “BUTCH???”

“Oh no not you guys!”

“If you’re my new partner, that must mean…”

“Oh no,” they all say in unison.

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Jessie still lying in the same place on her bed. Why was she feeling this way? She’d been through so many parters before. Sure she’d been with James and Meowth longer, but she wasn’t one to get attached. Well, not anymore. In the middle of her thought, she hears the elevator to the base coming down. She gets up and makes herself as presentable as possible (over shirt is off, makeup kinda smeared, boots off). Before she can get her shit together, a pair of white boots click, clack in. Jessie looks up, and the flash of orange, blonde seared her eyes.

“CASSIDY?!”

“JESSIE?!”

“No, no, no there has to be some sort of mistake. I can’t be teamed up with you! I hate you!”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

“I can’t believe I going to have to work with your ugly ass every day.”

“You’re one to talk. Have you looked in the mirror lately?” Jessie turned to the standup mirror leaning against the wall. She was definitely not looking her best.

“You caught me at a bad time!”

“You sure? I recall you always looking this ratty. I guess it has been a while since I’ve seen you, thank goodness," Cassidy said smugly. Jessie was already pissed off.

“We’re calling Matori RIGHT NOW to fix this.”

“Gee, while you’re looking like that?”

“I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT.” Jessie picked up the communicator, which brandished a large R on the wall. Matori picked up.

“Good afternoon Jessie, are you aware that you’re not in uniform?”

“Cut the crap you clod! You set me up with Cassidy on purpose!”

“Ah I see you’ve met your new partner! Hello, Cassidy.”

“Matori,” Cassidy said with a small bow. Of course Cassidy was trying to stay composed. Just another way to try one-up Jessie.

“We can NOT work together. I demand you put me back on my old team!”

“While I’m not one to disagree with higher ups, Miss Matori, I unfortunately have to side with Jessie on this one. You might not be aware but Jessie and I were partners once in our training days. We simply are not compatible,” Cassidy explained as politely as possible.

“Was there a reason for this, incompatibility? I was looking through your records and it appeared that you two were quite the team back in the day. I had assumed that the executives just wanted two top agents to be on other teams with some less skilled trainees.” Both Cassidy and Jessie blushed.

It was true that Jessie and Cassidy were at the top of their class for quite some time. But the reasons for them being split up were quite… personal.

“Listen, we just can’t work together. Try getting that through that helmet head of yours.”

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~aaaaand this is where i got to~

Anyone wanna finish this for me? /j

I can't remember where I wanted this to go. I think I was gonna have Jessie and Cassidy try to suck it up and work together so they don't lose their jobs. They fight Ash and Goh, trying to get Pikachu as usual and quickly fail because of their bickering. They eventually have a heart to heart, wondering where they went wrong back when they were a team. They say a lot of things that they'd failed to communicate in the past and reconcile.

THEN this is where I kinda got stuck on what I wanted the focus/them to me. There was a version in my head where after they reconcile they like,,, make out and start falling in love again (for those new here, I firmly believe Jessie and Cassidy are bitter exes and had a falling out during their training days). After this their chemistry and communication improve immensely resulting in them succeeding to catch Pikachu. Matori comes to retrieve it but Ash and Goh get it back while it's in Matori's hands (making it her failure). And then I wasn't sure how to end this version. Maybe things going back to normal after Giovanni finds out that Jessie and Cassidy are dating and deems it unprofessional. Jessie, James and Meowth are reunited and Cassidy and Butch are as well. Happy ending were things are as they were but now Cassidy and Jessie are on good terms and still together maybe???

The oooother version was centering the story more around Jessie and her inability to keep her partners/not appreciating them. If I went with this I think I'd start off the story differently with her being a dick to James and Meowth (which she is a lot of the time but this time she crosses a line). After the team switch she finds that she really had been taking her teammates for granted. I think Cassidy and Jessie still have that heart to heart but then it's more about how Jessie hurt Cassidy and Jessie kinda realizes that she's still making the same errors currently. They reconcile buuut the both of them still want their old partners back so they hatch a plan to successfully steal Pikachu but ensure that Ash gets it back when it's in Matori's hands. They request that they be paired up with their old teammates and in exchange, wouldn't tell Giovanni that Matori messed up. Everything goes back to normal the end.

I had too many jumbled ideas and because I don't have the attention span to write for more than a couple hours I just dropped this LOL. Just thought I'd share in case anyone found this remotely interesting or entertaining hehe

[nerdflash]

Lights, Camera Action

A/N: Here’s the second part of the Lights, Camera, Action series. You can find Part One here

Synopsis: Tom Holland x Fem! Reader. You’ve started developing feelings for Tom on the set of his new film. On a day off, you receive a message, that makes you question if he is flirting with you.

Word Count: 1.6k

Mentions: Alcohol and alcohol use, lousy ex boyfriends, men being players and social media.

PART TWO - Mixed Messages

You’re not sure what time it is when your room mate wakes you up leaving the apartment, but you mutter a curse word and reach for your phone to check the time. Even though it’s 10am you’re still feeling wiped out after getting home around 4am but you know you won’t be able to get back to sleep now you’ve looked at your phone. Vanessa has sent you a message, you click on it and smile.

“He asked me out on a third date! He asked ME!! Fancy going for a few drinks later and I can fill you in on all the details?” 

“Sure, I have an apartment viewing at 2pm but free after that. Let me know where, I don’t want to show up looking casual, if you’re in one of your dressing up moods! ;)” 

A few seconds later your phone pings with a reply.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?! Fine, let’s meet at The Varnish around 7pm. Dress code smart casual!” 

“See you later! I can’t wait to hear about your date! <3”

You roll on to your side and reach down to plug your phone charger in. Time for a social media binge before you get out of bed. You scroll through Facebook and reply to a couple of messages to friends back home. This would be the longest amount of time you’d spent away from home, but when you’d been offered the job to coordinate on a feature film, you couldn’t turn it down. You’d had to say goodbye to everyone you loved, knowing you wouldn’t be able to see them for around 8 months, but Vanessa had become a firm friend fast. She was also proving to be a great mentor and had helped you learn so much more.

You click on instagram and are scrolling through, when you see that Tom has uploaded a photo. He’s sat reading through a script and the caption reads “Can’t wait for you guys to see what I’m working on. I hope you like it.” 

You smile as you scroll through the comments and see nothing but support and excitement for Tom from his fans. Quite a fair number declaring their love and apparent attraction to him. You lick your lips and decide to leave a comment. You’re fairly sure he gets that many notifications and comments, he probably won’t even notice it, right? Besides, he doesn’t even know you have instagram.

“They’re going to love it, because you’re much better than you give yourself credit for Mr Holland.” You hit send and decide to face the day, but first coffee. You switch on your Spotify playlist and head into the kitchen, thankful that you don’t have to make small talk with your horrible room mate and her horrible “boyfriend” Soon the kitchen smells of freshly brewed coffee and you’re feeling excited about a bit of a girls night tonight. Your phone pings with a notification.

You click on the screen and are taken to the Instagram app, you feel your palms break out in a sweat when you see that Tom has started following you. You click on the inbox and see a message from Tom. Letting out a little yelp of surprise, you throw your phone on the side as though it’s burnt you.

You pace back and forth for a moment before reaching for the phone and taking a deep breath. You open the message.

“You don’t have to call me Mr Holland on your day off! ;)” 

In spite of the nerves running through you, you can’t help but laugh.

“I don’t have to call you Mr Holland at all…” You hit send and bite your lower lip as you see that Tom is typing something back.

“True...But I kind of like it when you do… Anyway, I should let you get back to sleep right? :P”

Something warm travels deep within you and you realize that you have crossed a line now, where you no longer see Tom as a friend and a work colleague, but someone who you want to spend time with, someone you want to learn more about and give him reasons to smile and be happy. You want to reply with every cell of  your being, but you decide you’ll talk to Vanessa first. She’d noticed that you and Tom spent alot of time talking between takes weeks ago, when she’d asked you about it she’d known by the colour of your cheeks that you had developed a crush on Tom.

Whilst she technically shouldn’t encourage anything, in order to maintain a professional environment on set, she also said that the two of you looked good together and if anything was to happen, then there were some legalities with HR that would need to be sorted but it wasn’t against the law, you wouldn’t lose your job and that she would like ALL the details if anything happened.

You shoot her a quick text.

“Can we meet a bit earlier? Say around 4pm? I need some advice!”

“Of course, are you ok?”

You smile at her concern and reply

“I need to talk about Tom and get your thoughts on a message he sent me!”

“I’ll be there...I want to know everything!”

-

You smile over at Vanessa and pick up your glass.

“Cheers to you and your very successful second date. It sounds like he really likes you Vanessa.” The woman sat opposite you smiles and takes a sip of her drink, a shy smile on her face. Vanessa was so confident at work and amazing at her job, but for some reason, she’d seemed to have dated a lot of losers and in turn, it had made her not be as confident in herself. But she was beautiful, smart and successful, and honestly, this guy did seem really nice.

“You think so?” You nod your head and put your hand on her arm.

“Of course, I mean he kissed you and asked you on a third date, which involves cooking for you. Please. He’s smitten!” Vanessa smiles at you and clinks her glass against yours before taking a sip and sitting back in her seat.

“So...Tell me about this message from Tom.” You fill Vanessa in on a bit of the backstory about how he’d told you he doubted his talent and the name you use to tease him with. You show her his message and watch as she reads. 

“He is totally flirting with you!” Vanessa looks at you. “The way he says he kind of likes it when you call him Mr Holland!” She raises her eyebrows at you and wiggles them, causing you to laugh.

“But, what if he’s just a flirty person and it doesn’t mean anything?” You shrug your shoulder knowing this must be the only explanation because there’s no way Tom Holland could be flirting with you. Vanessa shakes her head and looks thoughtful.

“No, I don’t think so. Usually guys who are just flirty with everyone, tend to keep their comments private because they want to play multiple girls at once without them knowing about the others existence. You need to post a selfie or a hot pic of yourself and see if he comments.”

Your eyes widen at her suggestion. “A selfie? I don’t know. What if he doesn’t comment? I feel like it’s going to be worse if he doesn’t because then I’ll feel extra stupid for flirting with him.” Vanessa looks at you sternly.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You need to make sure he has no choice but to comment. Come on.” She stands up and grabs your hand and leads you over to a wall decorated with flowers, she orders another two drinks from a passing waiter and reaches into her bag. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, as she takes out some setting powder and starts wiping gently across your head and down your nose. 

“Getting you ready for a photo.” You sigh, unsure of what to say. She tells you to put some more lipstick on, so you oblige and shake out your loose curls. Vanessa adjusts them over one shoulder, and pulls one of the straps of your dress down.

“Again, what are you doing?” You reach for the strap but Vanessa swats your hand away.

“Leave it. Trust me, right now hold your drink in this hand, and look that way.” You sigh and roll your eyes.

“I feel ridiculous!” Vanessa laughs and snaps a photo.

“But you look amazing! Ok, stop frowning on this one. Smile….Y/N smile...No, you look like your cringing. Is it hard to smile because you’re British?” And you don’t know why, but this makes you genuinely laugh out loud. Vanessa walks over to you after a few moments, looking pleased.

“Here!” She passes you her phone and you look at the photo, feeling somewhat pleasantly surprised. Your smile is genuine and the way she’s framed the photo, makes it look as though your laughing at someone you’re looking at off camera. The fallen dress strap brings attention to your neck and clavicle, which kind of gives it a sexy vibe. 

“Ok I’m impressed. Send it to me?” Vanessa smiles and takes her phone back. You save the photo on your phone and bite your lip wondering if this is a good idea. Your friend shakes her head and looks you in the eye.

“Come on, post it. You look amazing!” In spite of your nerves you smile and decide to post the photo with the caption.

“Blowing off some steam after a long week at work! Photo credit to my girl @VCullenLA”

You look at your friend “Now what?” She smiles and leads you to the bar.

“More drinks!” And you think nothing more of the photo.

[notcolleen]

an exclusive tumblr update:

(an update on the update: as im writing this now it’s been like another hour and and im a lot more sober and eating the sushi i was waiting for lmao but im keeping everything i wrote bc it’s nice to look back on honest thoughts and reflect 🧚 so!

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i am (was 😤) drunk off two lil drinks …im (was 🤸‍♂️) waiting for another sushi dinner bc i asked myself very seriously what i wanted to eat rn and that was the answer (that might always be the answer but im trying to listen to my body and my ~mind rn especially in these dumb beginning stages where i hyperfixate on certain foods and that food rn is salmon avocado rolls) (i promise ive had other things though lol) (i actually really ~challenged~ myself at breakfast but i’ll post abt that later) (bc believe it or not the sushi wasn’t the point of this post)

the point was, i just (well not just anymore, now it’s been like 2 hrs) asked my sister if she would be available to watch my cat for another week if i travel to texas (????) for work right after this oregon trip (literally home sunday, fly out monday? back friday, start work at my site probably a couple days after that)

and i am afraid that my sister actually really hates me and resents every single thing i ask so sending that text felt like i was asking a monumental thing that of course she would say no to, or just feel like she had to say yes to and then hate me for

and i just hate that i can’t tell if im actually really in-tune with ppls emotions/thoughts or just really good at projecting and can’t tell what’s real or not

bc when im with my sister i just feel like i can tell her thoughts under the surface so well, like i just sense the unspoken without even needing to ask, but what if im just entirely off? what if im off about my perception about everyone i know?

i did let her know i would fully pay her and i bought her so many things at the market i was just at as a thank you

and god im overcompensating so much and im also dumb bc i bought her freeze dried candy that i now have to be really careful not to crush on the plane ride home so hello added anxiety during my flight lol 

and i got my mom a troll doll (if you follow my instagram u saw this already lol sorry) but here’s the thing: my mom has literally not checked in with me at all since ive gotten here, not even a hey how’s it going text, and i know im an adult and she doesn’t need to do anything like….legally as a mother anymore…. and that actually at this point it’s more my job to take care or her and i could be the bigger person and check in with her, but my last couple texts to her asking “how are you?” or “how are things going?” went completely unanswered and that hurts and the fact that i still saw that doll and immediately got it for makes me feel so so dumb 😌

also dropped my id while waiting for my uber back to the hotel (not drunk colleen, just dumb thinking i can hold my wallet on my wrist colleen) and luckily a very nice man found me and returned it, bc otherwise i would have been completely fucked 😌

anyway im sure ill write more soon but i am also watching the bachelor on my phone and still eating the sushi and need to sleep soon to wake up and do this whole recovery and work and life thing all again tomorrow so goodbye 🙅

[halsteadshailey]

A little too much fun

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Upstead, Mancel and Stellaride at Molly’s oneshot

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Set sometime after last week’s eps (all of them are pre-established)

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*slight language*

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can also be read on ao3 and wattpad

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“Are you coming?” Hailey called up the stairs to Jay who was taking an abnormally long time to grab his shoes.

The couple had moved in together just over a month into dating, anyone on the outside may think that they were moving too fast, but to them, they’d waited long enough. So over the past few weeks Jay had slowly been moving his things into Hailey’s apartment and now that they had finally sold his place, it was official.

“Yeah I’m ready, sorry” Jay replied as he came down the stairs.

“What took you so long?” his partner questioned.

“I couldn’t find my shoes” he said honestly “I guess I’m still getting used to living here”

“We’ll get used to it, I don’t plan on letting you leave anytime soon” Hailey responded with a light chuckle and placed a soft kiss on Jay’s lips.

“Oh, don’t worry, wouldn’t have it any other way” Jay said as he reached for Hailey’s hips to pull her closer and kissed her again.

After a moment they broke apart and Hailey checked her phone for the time.

“Come on, we gotta go, the others are probably already there” she stated as she laced her fingers between Jay’s and pulled them both through the door, locking it behind her.

—

Stella was just waking up from a nap when she got a message from Hailey.

‘Sorry we might be a little late, but we’re on our way, see you in a bit’

“Shit” the firefighter whispered under her breath as she nudged her sleeping boyfriend awake. “Kelly, we gotta get up, we said we’d meet Hailey and the others at Molly’s”

The pair had been on shift the previous day and got home from one of the longest nights of their life that morning. Call after call they couldn’t seem to catch a break so, naturally, when they got home they slept.

Luckily they had both already showered so all they needed to do was get changed and go, they also happened to live a lot closer to the bar than Jay and Hailey did so time was on their side.

Once they were both changed and Stella had put a little bit of make up on they were out the door and on their way, due to the location of their apartment, they would actually be on time.

—

Natalie and Crockett made it to Molly’s first out of the three couples but they weren’t there long before Stella and Kelly showed up, closely followed by Hailey and Jay.

Nat had told Crockett about Hailey’s invitation to meet her and the other first responders at Molly’s last week and at first he was hesitant, simply because he still felt like the new guy but he quickly accepted when Nat talked some sense into him saying something along the lines of ‘Well the best way to change that is to get out and spend time with your friends, otherwise everyone will see you as the new guy forever’. He knows that he’s not technically new anymore anyway, but because of the pandemic it had been hard to be social. This meant he had made few friends outside of the hospital and despite being there a whole year before the pandemic hit, back then he was actually the new guy meaning he was just trying to get settled and wasn’t too focussed on making friends.

The group of six however had grown fairly close after spending a few long nights at Molly’s together. Stella and Hailey had become friends very quickly after Hailey helped the firefighter out when she got a bad feeling on a call and together they found the abducted kids.

This naturally lead Kelly and Jay to spend some time with each other once the detectives’ relationship was out in the open. Natalie and Crockett seemed to fit perfectly into the group, Nat being good friends with the girls already and as for Crockett, he fell into conversation easily with Jay and Kelly, all three guys having a similar sense of humour and a shared love of sports.

This was the first night that they had actually planned that all six of them would spend together and it was an idea that Hailey and Nat had when the police officer brought a victim into Med.

“Hey guys, sorry we’re late” Hailey said as her and Jay made their way to the table where their friends were sitting.

“It’s all good, nice to see you guys” Crockett replied.

Jay smiled and offered to buy the first round.

The six of them sat together at the table for the better part of an hour, sharing stories, laughing, talking about anything but work. It was like a breath of fresh air that none of them knew they needed.

Eventually the guys split off from their partners as the game started and made their way to the bar to watch it on the TV.

The girls remained at the table, looking over at their boyfriends occasionally and not being able to help but smile.

“So how are you and Jay doing?” Stella asked Hailey “ya know, with living together and being out in the open and all”.

Jay and Hailey has revealed their relationship to their colleagues just a few weeks before they started to move Jay’s stuff in. They figured it was time to tell everyone (if they didn’t already know) and they knew there was no way they’d be able to hide it once they lived together anyway.

They went to Voight first, he told them he’d known for a while but as long as it wasn’t affecting how they worked, which it wasn’t, he didn’t plan on saying anything until they did. They signed all the HR forms that they needed to and Voight told them he was glad to see them both happy and that they deserved it after everything. The partners were very relieved and grateful towards their boss and how he reacted to this new level of their relationship.

Like Voight, the rest of the unit were very congratulatory towards the partners when they were told the news, and they all payed up when Kevin reminded them that he had guessed the closest therefore won the bet. The team had had a bet on when the detectives would get together since Jay got kidnapped and shot trying to help Angela, they knew it was only a matter of time until the detectives admitted their feelings that everyone else could see were there but seemingly they had no idea about.

“It’s going great” Hailey responded “living together has been really fun and our relationship has never been a problem at work” she finished with a smile and a quick glance at her boyfriend who was now on the edge of his seat which she assumed had everything to do with the game they were watching.

“How about you? How are you guys doing?” Hailey added referring to the slight mishap that Stella and Kelly had made it through.

“Yeah is that all over now?” the doctor at the table questioned.

“Yeah yeah, we’re doing fine. You know, Kelly’s Kelly and I wouldn’t change him for anyone, but sometimes he can be a real piece of work” Stella said.

“I hear that” Natalie responded receiving a laugh from her friends.

“And what about you Nat? How’s your hot surgeon boyfriend?” Stella asked in a teasing tone with a chuckle.

“Ahh he’s good” she replied with a smile “funniest guy i know” she added receiving an ‘aww’ from both Hailey and Stella.

The three girls carried on chatting, often gazing over at their boyfriends when they celebrated something in the game or when one of them said something causing the other two to laugh loud. All three were beyond happy right where they were in that moment.

About half an hour later the game was over and the guys made their way back over to the table.

“Hey guys, how was the game?” Nat asked no one in particular as her boyfriend took a seat next to her and she leant against his side.

“Great! We won” Kelly said as he placed his hand on Stella’s neck and sat down beside her.

“We could tell” she replied, referring to the loud cheers that came from the bar when the game finished.

Jay took a seat next to Hailey and put his arm over her shoulders with his hand hanging down by her side, the perfect place for her to play with his fingers. This was something she did very often when they were eating or drinking together, whether it was across the table or leant against his side it still sent a spark through his arm to his heart.

As it got later and later the bar started to empty and eventually the group decided to call it a night. They all grabbed their jackets off the back of their chairs and made their way outside once they’d thanked Herrman who had been serving them all night.

Once they were outside they all parted ways. Kelly had his arm around Stella as she was attempting to keep him steady since he’d maybe had one too many to drink. Seeing as she still felt pretty beat from their last shift she, on the other hand, hadn’t had much to drink so was still able to drive.

Differently, neither Natalie or Crockett had held back on the drinking since they were both coming off a week being on call and not being able to drink at all so after Nat and Hailey hugged goodbye, Crockett grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and helped her into the cab he’d called.

Hailey and Jay were also probably ok to drive but decided against it based on the fact that they didn’t actually live that far away and it would definitely be safer to walk.

It was a cold evening so Hailey was hugged closely into Jay’s side as they started walking, one of her hands in her pocket and one around his back, his in a similar way but due to their height difference his non-pocketed hand was over her shoulders not around her back.

—

‘Tonight was really fun, thanks for inviting us all Hailey’ Nat sent to the group chat with Hailey and Stella that they had made one evening for a reason they can’t remember as her and Crockett made it back into her apartment.

“Hey, thanks for making me go tonight, I really do love spending time with the guys” Crockett expressed to his girlfriend as he took his shoes off and hung up their jackets.

“Is it only the guys you wanted to spend time with?” Nat responded in a flirty tone.

Crockett smiled and decided to play along “Yeah, well, there is this one girl that I wanted to see”

“Oh yeah, who would that be?” Nat said as she looped her arms around his shoulders.

“She’s a doctor at Med actually” he continued the joke “brunette, really pretty, funny too” the surgeon continued as he placed his hands on Natalie’s hips.

“Hmm, she sounds great”

“Oh, she is”

And with that, the couple connected lips and he lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their kiss deepening as they made their way into the bedroom.

—

Stella and Kelly’s arrival to their apartment was a different story. Stella parked her truck outside and they steadily made it up the stairs to their door. Keeping Kelly close to her side, she unlocked it and made her way straight towards their bedroom where she lay her already half-asleep boyfriend down.

She attempted to keep him awake long enough to get him changed but she very quickly gave in to just removing his shoes and his jacket then laying down next to him after getting herself changed and falling asleep too.

—

“Hails?” Jay called from their bed as he heard the shower turn off.

“What’s up?” his girlfriend responded as she walked out of the bathroom towel drying her hair.

“Your phone’s been going off, Nat and Stella saying thanks” he explained, handing her her phone.

“You reading my messages huh?” Hailey prodded playfully as she folded the towel up and put it down, climbing in to bed next to Jay and taking her phone from him.

He couldn’t think of anything witty to say in response so instead he gave her a quick kiss on the lips and pulled her close to him.

On their walk home they had both admitted that they weirdly weren’t that tired so Jay decided to find something for them to watch on TV while she checked her phone as they lay side by side, his arm behind her head and their legs tangled together under the bed sheets.

Hailey let out a quiet laugh as she opened the group chat and saw a picture of Kelly passed out in bed that Stella had sent followed by a message saying, ‘some of us maybe had too much fun’.

Her laugh caused Jay to turn to look at her phone too, the picture making him chuckle. “I’m honestly not sure how Kelly had so much more to drink than me or Crockett” he said, causing Hailey to laugh.

She put down her phone and hugged closer into Jay’s side, placing her head on his chest. He placed a kiss in her hair and they both turned their attention to the TV and fell asleep pretty quickly, clearly a little more tired than they had originally thought.

[duck-writer]

Sickday

Summary: Huey's sick with a fever. Donald sends the boys to school, even though they're worried about their brother. Donald tends to Huey, worries, but is reminded that as alone as he feels...so long as he has his kids, and Goofy as a friend, things will be okay.

Donald knew from personal experience of being in the Navy and dedicating his life to the sea for a time, that being out near the sea while it stormed could easily lead to getting sick.

Though he warned the kids not to jump in the puddles on their way home from school or to spend too much out in the rain, it would fall on deaf ears. Asking a duck not to interact with water? It was hard because it was part of nature.

Still, when Huey sneezed the first time, Donald narrowed his eyes a bit. But for the rest of the evening, no other telling signs showed up. Maybe he was being paranoid. According to some people, when it came to the triplets, that tended to happen a lot.

Except the next morning, only Dewey and Louie came to the table for breakfast. That made Donald frown since it was usually Huey who woke up first and prodded his brothers to get out of bed, especially Louie who always took the longest.

“Where’s your brother?” Donald asked the other two.

“Sleepin’,” Louie replied.

“Yeah! We’s tried to wake him cos it’s usually him who turns off da clock! But nopes! I had to do it today!” Dewey exclaimed.

That parental instinct from last night grew from suspicion to concern.

“Breakfast is ready, eat up!” He told them as he went into the triplet’s room and checked in on Huey.

Even before reaching his side, he could see that Huey’s cheeks were dusted with a rosy hue. Pressing the back of his hand to Huey’s forehead, he hissed and muttered a cursed when he felt how hot it was. He immediately rushed to the bathroom where he kept the first aid kit and came back fumbling over his own two feet. At Huey’s side again, he placed the thermometer under the young duckling’s tongue and waited impatiently for it to beep.

When it did he frowned deeply. 100.1 degrees. No need for a hospital visit yet, but definitely meant that he had to call in for work to tell them he wasn’t coming. And call the school to tell them that Huey wasn’t going to be attending. And call Goofy to come and ask if he could come and take Dewey and Louie as he dropped off Max in middle school.

First, he rushed back to the bathroom, before he cursed to himself again and rushed to the kitchen. He checked the other two’s foreheads in the guise of forehead kisses as he got a bowl, and went to the bathroom to fill it with cool water. Grabbing a small cloth, he went back to Huey’s side and dipped the cloth in the cool water, wrung it, and placed it on his forehead.

He took a moment to stare at his boy. Donald hated it when they were sick or hurt. It made him feel incompetent and like he wasn’t doing everything in his power for them. Shaking his head out of his thoughts, he went to the phone and called Goofy first. He explained the situation as best and quickly as possible and thankfully his friend was able to not only take the other two to school but also pick them up after.

Then he called the school to tell them Huey had a fever but that his brothers would be taken there by Goofy. With how his luck affects his job and availability, as well as the school sending forms at the beginning of the year to fill out with possible emergency contacts, the school was more than used to Goofy dropping off and picking up the boys as much as they were used to Donald.

Next came the part he dreaded most. His current job wasn’t exactly new but he hadn’t been there that long either. Though most places were understanding when it came to people’s kids being sick...some places weren’t so kind. Hopefully, Huey got better soon, but Donald was already making mental math notes about how to move money around. He might need to get medicine for Huey if he couldn’t bring this down on his own or if it got worse. A trip to the hospital would be expensive. He might have to beg the dock’s manager to give him some time to pay the rent, and he might have to go to a food pantry to make sure the boys had food, even if he himself skipped a few meals.

The call...went better than expected. Mostly. Donald could hear the tone of his manager. He’d allowed it this time, if only because if Donald complained to HR or a hire up they could get in trouble. But he’s heard it before as well. If it happened too much, Donald would be asked to part ways with the company because things just weren’t working out.

“Unca Donald?”

Donald forced a smile when he saw Dewey looking at him with a slight frown.

“All finished?” Donald asked about breakfast.

Dewey nodded and rubbed his tummy as he said, “It was really yummy!”

“Huey’s got cold though. Where is he?” Louie asked as he came to join his brother.

“Uh, we’ll save it for him later. Now go and put your coats on and get your umbrellas. Your Uncle Goofy will be here soon to take you to school.”

Dewey and Louie shared a confused look together before they looked back at their uncle.

“Are you late for work?” Dewey asked.

“No. But Huey’s sick. He’s staying home.” Donald told him.

“What? I wanna stay home too!” Louie exclaimed.

“Me too, me too! Wait, how sick is he?” Dewey asked, jumping from excitement to concern. Which Louie then caught as well.

“He’s got a fever. I don’t know much more but I don’t want you two to catch what he has. So go to school.” Donald told them.

“But...we’s three! We can’t be separated when one of us needs the others!” Dewey cried out.

“Yeah! We can help you take care of him, Uncle Donald!” Louie added.

Donald smiled at their loyalty to each other. Even if they both had an underlining desire to just not go to school. But they were going to go. Not just because they shouldn’t miss out on education...but because it was a good source for them to each lunch.

“I’m sure Huey will appreciate it, but he needs rest. And he’d feel bad if he made you two sick. So get ready. Maybe make him a card if you have some free arts and crafts time, okay?” Donald suggested.

There was then a knock before Goofy let himself in wearing a poncho since it was still raining. He had a bag with him, that he placed on a table nearby.

“Hiya kids! All ready to go?”

“Hi, Uncle Goofy…” Dewey and Louie said in unison. They gave their uncle one more pleading look, their best puppy eyes, but their uncle was set. They went to put on their rain gear.

“Thanks for doing this, Goofy.” Donald thanked his friend.

“Nothing to it, Donald. Oh! I brought you some Campbells. Chicken noodle.” Goofy said as he gestured to the bag.

Donald peeked into the bag and saw not just one can, but a good ten! “You didn’-”

“They were on special last time. Max loves them, but he insisted you have him. So...enjoy the soup, okay Donald?” Goofy was aware of his friend’s struggle at times. As well as very aware of his friend’s pride. So he helped in ways he knew the duck would allow and appreciate.

Donald felt like he wanted to argue a bit but knowing the current contents of his cabinets, and with how the clouds outside didn’t seem like the rain was going to let up...he accepted the gift. He didn’t want to leave Huey on his own, and much less take him out in the rain to find food.

He hugged Goofy tightly, “Thanks.”

Goofy returned the hug just as tightly.

“We’re ready...but do we have to go?” Louie asked as they came back with their gear and backpacks on.

“Awe come on, kids. School’s great! All your friends are there.” Goofy told them with a smile.

“Yeah, but Huey’s here…” Dewey mumbled.

“He’s going to be just fine,” Donald promised.

“And how about we plan a Goof-Duck family weekend thing for when Huey’s all better? Family movie night maybe?” Goofy suggested.

“With soda?” Dewey asked with wide eyes.

“And pizza?” Louie added, just as excited.

Goofy first looked at Donald to see if that was okay. When the duck nodded, Goofy gave the boys two thumbs up.

Donald made sure the kids had everything they needed. Kissed and hugged them goodbye, and watched them off before returning to Huey.

He grabbed a notebook and jotted down the time he took the first temperature and what it was. He redipped the cloth into the cool water, wrung it once more, before reapplying it. Huey groaned and woke up a bit. “Unca Don’l?”

“Hey, Huey...it’s okay...I’m here…” He soothed.

“No feels good…” Huey grumbled, almost whimpering.

Donald pulled him into his arms, careful to keep the cloth on his forehead, and rocked him gently as he sang him the lullaby Della wrote them.

Goofy came back to the boat after dropping off the boys and Max, with a bottle of children’s flu and cold medicine.

“You’re doing a lot, Goofy,” Donald told him but accepted the medicine. Goofy followed behind Donald to the boy’s room and helped Huey sit up as Donald filled the little plastic cup with the needed amount.

“You’re forgetting all you did to help me with Max when he was a baby. This is more than just paying back, this is what family does, Don.” Goofy said quietly.

Even though he wasn’t fond of the medicine, Huey was the most mature of the triplets and knew it was good for him. After he took it, Donald jotted it down and got Huey comfy.

Moving the conversation out of the room to let Huey rest, Donald scoffed a bit, “Don’t know about all families...but…”

“The family we make up. Found family is just as powerful and important. Looking out for each other. Anyway, I gotta get going. But call me if you need anything else, okay?”

“Thanks, Goofy. For everything.”

~~~~

Around noon, Donald woke Huey up after making some of the soup that Goofy brought over.

“When are Dewey and Louie coming back?” Huey mumbled as he spooned more soup into his mouth.

“Soon. After you eat, we’ll get you back in bed. Next time you wake up they might be already home.” Donald told him.

“M’kay. Do you think they’ll remember my homework?” Huey asked.

Donald smiled, it was such a Huey thing to be concerned about homework. “I’ll call Uncle Goofy to have him ask the teacher for it, okay?”

“Kay. Thanks, Unca Don’l. ‘m full.”

Donald nodded as he picked him up and carried him back to his room.

~~~~~~~~~

“Uncle Donald!” Dewey and Louie cried in unison as they rushed through the door.

“Hey, boys! How was school?” Donald asked after their hug.

“It was soooooo long! How’s Huey?” Dewey asked.

“Uncle Goofy says he’ll call later. Max’s needed stuff for his science project. Is Huey better?” Louie asked.

They both reached into their bags and pulled out a ‘get well’ card they each made for Huey.

“We made these for him!” Dewey explained.

“Aren’t they awesome?” Louie inquired.

Donald look at them and smiled, “They’re amazing!  He’ll love them. His fever went down, and he’s rested. But he’ll be a bit tired still, so let’s remember that, okay?”

“Kay!” The boys exclaimed, before sheepishly covering their beaks and quietly repeating the word, “kay!” And rushed to their room to greet their brother.

~~~~~~~~~~`

When Donald checked Huey’s temperature that night, he was glad to see that it was normal. He saw that Huey had his homework hugged to his chest along with the cards from Dewey and Louie. Donald smiled as he carefully pulled them away and stacked it gently on the dresser.

He kissed each of their foreheads before making his way to his own bed. He’d get up in a few hours to check up on the kids again.

[haileyyanneupton]

close my eyes - part two

CHICAGO P.D - JAY HALSTEAD X HAILEY UPTON 

WARNINGS: MENTION OF ABUSE

READ PART ONE HERE

“It’s you, Hailey. It’s been you since the day I first met you.”

The second the words left his mouth that night, it was as if time froze in place. Hailey couldn’t help but stare into Jay’s eyes as he did the same, her heart squeezing in her chest with a million different emotions that were trying to rush through her body all at the same time. Everything was silent — but the good kind of silent, the peaceful kind — everything motionless except for Jay and Hailey. She didn’t know what to say, neither did he. But what they did know was that they didn’t want their romance to be born out of the sadness that still lingered in the room. After verbalising her feelings to Jay, who agreed wholeheartedly, Hailey already had a good feeling about what was to come — none of her ex-partners had ever made her feel so safe, so comfortable that she could communicate as freely as she could with Jay. It was a good sign, leaving the two optimistic when Jay left later that night though it was made very clear the the conversation wasn’t over, nor were they on bad terms.  For the first time in far too long, Hailey felt a glimmer of hope within her heart.

They took it slow at first, not wanting to rush into things in case it wasn’t what they wanted after all. Monday nights became designated movie nights for the new couple, and despite the fact that Hailey always insisted that she would be able to make it though the entirety of whatever film they had chosen that night, she would always fall asleep with her head against Jay’s chest and the bowl of popcorn they had been sharing in her arms every single time. Jay didn’t mind though — not one bit. She was a surprisingly heavy sleeper, meaning he could finish the movie before he too fell asleep on the couch, nothing but a blanket draped over the two of them as they slept through until the early hours of the morning. Jay took the time to admire the woman, running a hand through her hair absentmindedly as he studied every inch of her face, her lips and even her long eyelashes that would tickle him when they pressed their foreheads together and kissed each other goodbye in the morning. He was infatuated with her, with every part of her — this was what he wanted.

Hailey found herself staring at Jay from afar while he went about daily tasks. He was intoxicating, like a drug, making her feel euphoric whenever she was near him. She’d watch him pour a cup of coffee, watch him pin clues up at work. Everything he did was just so captivating — she could watch him forever and never get bored. And when he would catch her staring at him, he’d shoot her this lopsided smirk that make her heart go crazy, squeezing and pulling with the upmost force as she forgot how to breathe momentarily. Hailey had always been one to appreciate the grace and beauty in others — Jay was no exception.

Vanessa and Trudy had a great time when it came to discussing Jay and Hailey. Both of them knew what was going on despite the fact that Jay and Hailey hadn’t said a word about it to any other living soul, but both Officer Rojas and Sergeant Platt were just too good. They saw the looks. The smiles. Vanessa even caught the two of them just holding each other one time in the locker room after Jay had been shot at for the millionth time while working a case — it had really freaked Hailey out to know that the man she had fallen for could be taken away from her at any moment.

“Look at them.” Trudy rolled her eyes playfully as she turned to Vanessa who was standing beside her behind the desk as the pair of them looked over at Jay and Hailey. “Unbelievable.”

“If I catch them kissing, then I’m going to be simultaneously grossed out and very happy for them.”

“Why’s that, Rojas?”

“Because Jay and Hailey are my unofficial parents and I’m an unofficial child. Therefore kissing passes on cooties, and that makes kissing gross.”

“Right, because you and Kevin totally aren’t —“

“Oh crap! I think I left the oven on at Hailey and I’s place, and if it burns the house down then I’m in big trouble. Gotta go, Sarge.”

Slowly, more people ended up finding out. First it was Kim, then Adam, then Kevin after Vanessa had accidentally blabbed to him. Before they could do anything, practically everybody knew except Voight — well, that was until Voight silently slid a set of HR forms onto their desk one morning with a smirk before going on about his daily business. Jay in particular knew that was their boss’s way of giving them his blessing, the gesture one that made them all let out a breath they hadn’t known they were holding. Kim had said something at Molly’s about Voight kicking all of their asses when he found out that the rest of the unit and half of the patrolmen knew, but both Hailey and Jay had a theory that he was simply turning a blind eye to it for as long as he could to save himself the paperwork. Voight wasn’t exactly the kind of guy who enjoyed that side of the police work.

Still taking it slow, Jay and Hailey started spending more and more time outside of work together. Some days, he would stay at her house while other’s would be spent with the two of them at Jay’s. Hailey knew that on days that she was at her partner’s house, Vanessa loved it because she could invite Kevin over and they’d have the place to themselves. Jay loved it too — being able to wake up in the mornings after sleeping the entire night peacefully with Hailey by his side, her hair skew across her face and onto the pillow messily was perfect. Everything about her was perfect. Hailey knew that the sleep she was getting beside Jay was the best sleep she had ever gotten — being  in his arms made her feel safer than she ever had before. She had always been a light sleeper — growing up in a house where you had to watch your back all the time to avoid being hit would do that do you — but when she was with Jay, she could let her guard down. She didn’t have to worry about anything while she was with Jay — if she could have it her way, she’d never leave his side.

One night, the Intelligence unit had gone out for drinks in celebration of closing a case they had been working for over a month. Adam had bought a round of tequila shots to start off the night, a decision that only ended in chaos for anybody who wanted to stay at least a little bit in control of the words coming out of their mouth that night. An hour in and Hailey was already three shots and a bourbon down, Jay coming in close behind with two shots and a beer. While Kim was definitely the most drunk out of everybody at Molly’s, the woman dancing with her arms wrapped around Adam’s neck while Kevin and Vanessa laughed at the two from the pool table. Hailey and Jay sat up at the bar for hours, long after everybody else had left as the couple got lost in conversation. Though they had started off talking about their opinions on different drinks, soon enough they had migrated to the topic of them, together.  

“What — what even are we?” Jay asked, his words slurring into each other ever so slightly as he took another sip from his beer bottle. “Are we friends with benefits? Boyfriend and girlfriend? I never know what to say because we’ve never talked about it.”

“I don’t know. I don’t care. I like what we are. Who says we need a label? We’re Jailey and — Hay — Hailey and Jay.”

Jay let out a small chuckle at Hailey’s drunken name-mix-up, his eyes twinkling in admiration. “I know, but. . . I wouldn’t be opposed to being your boyfriend if — if that’s what you wanted.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad to be your girlfriend, either.” Hailey’s cheeks flushed red. “It’s about time, hey? We’ve only been seeing each other for six months.”

Jay and Hailey shared in a laugh as they caught each other’s eyes, staring for a while as they each took in the moment. Things had gotten so much better since they had stopped fighting their feelings and instead embraced them — a heavy weight had been lifted off of both of their chests.

“Hey Herrmann,” Hailey called out to the man behind the bar as she broke her gaze away from Jay’s eyes. “You still have that gumball machine thing that gives you a plastic ring with a cartoon character on it that Otis bought?”

“'Course I do,” Herrmann nodded over at the blonde. “I still don’t know why he bought that thing. Nobody ever used it except for him — I’m just glad I didn’t pay for it. It’s in the back. . . I couldn’t get rid of it.”

Hailey shot a sympathetic look over at the man. “Do you mind if I use it real quick?”

“Be my guest, Detective,” Herrmann picked up the towel he was using to wipe down the bar as he threw it over his shoulder and gestured for the woman to follow him.

Hailey smirked at the bewildered look on Jay’s face as the followed the firefighter into the storeroom, the man pointing at the red machine with a knowing expression. As Hailey fed in a dollar, out came a round ball with a Mickey Mouse ring inside of it, taking it into her hand as she thanked Herrmann and came back out to Jay, who was waiting patiently.

“What are you planning?” Jay teased lightly, his head tilted to the side curiously as Hailey pulled the ring from the plastic ball. “Wait a minute — isn’t this meant to be my job? Why are you proposing to me with a Mickey Mouse ring?”

“Okay firstly, I’m not proposing. We just established the fact that we’re girlfriend and boyfriend, so don’t get ahead of yourself. Secondly? Shut up and let me be romantic for once, you idiot.”

Jay pretended to zip his lips with a laugh as Hailey began.

“I never thought I would meet someone who makes me feel as amazing as you do. Every time you’re around me I feel safe and warm and I can never stop smiling, even if most of the time it’s because I’m laughing at the dumb things you do. Right before I fall asleep at night, just as my eyes close, I see you and your smile and your eyes and I wouldn’t have it any other way. With this Mickey Mouse ring, I promise to be yours and only yours, forever. Even if we’re taking it slow right now, I’m still just as in love with you as I was yesterday and as I’ll be tomorrow, Jay Halstead.”

Though the ring didn’t even fit halfway down his finger, neither Jay or Hailey minded too much. Jay pulled Hailey up onto his lap as he kissed her, Hailey wrapping her arms around his neck loosely before her head found the crook of his neck with a goofy, slightly inebriated grin. The alcohol had washed away all of her anxieties and inhibitions, leaving her to be able to say what she wanted to say to the man without restraint.

“Hailey Anne Upton,” Jay started, his voice only loud enough for her to hear as he whispered by her ear. “Every single day that I spend with you, you teach me something new. Today, you taught me that no matter what happens, no matter how crazy things get — I’ll be fine as long as I stick by your side.”

Hailey scrunched up her nose as she tilted her head back slightly to look up at Jay, his arm still cupping her hip to stop her from sliding off of his leg. Jay bent down just a little bit as the couple pecked each other’s lips lovingly.

“I love you.”

“I love you."

hahaaa okay so this one wasn’t very good but i tried i’m sorry eeee

@bluecrush129

@snowwhite013

[king-finnigan]

Play With Fire - part 4

Masterlist!

***

He sits there for a while, his own spend sticky and dry on his skin, staining the fabric of his jeans. He knows he should get up, knows he should wash it off and change into something clean, but he can’t move, frozen in his spot, head in his hands, sweat cooling on the back of his neck.

His phone is still on the table next to him, the screen black and lifeless. He half expects it to light up with another call from Jaskier, half expects the murderer to never call him again. 

He sighs, when something twists in his gut at the thought of never hearing Jaskier’s voice again.

He finally gets up, as anger courses red-hot through his veins, lighting a fire beneath his skin. He strips, throwing his dirty clothes in the laundry basket in the bathroom. He turns on the shower, turning the temperature way down, shivering as he stands under the cold water, letting it run down his back as he leans his hand against the shower wall.

It does little to douse the fire beneath his skin, does little to alleviate the anger and the last remnants of arousal in his veins, but he doesn’t turn the temperature up. He doesn’t care that his muscles will probably be cramped up in the morning from the cold.

He shouldn’t be doing this - having goddamn phone sex with a murderer, shouldn’t even be answering the fucking phone, at the very least. And he definitely shouldn’t be feeling like this - attracted to the man, looking forward to the next time he calls Geralt, apathetic towards the lives Jaskier could very well be taking right now.

He shouldn’t. It’s against everything he’s ever stood for, against the law, against his morals and principles.

And yet.

And yet, he can’t deny the glances he steals of his phone through the glass wall of the shower, can’t help but feel a little disappointed when the screen remains black and lifeless, can’t stop himself from imagining what Jaskier is doing right now.

Is he asleep? Is he watching television? Is he playing around on his phone, considering calling Geralt? Is he bringing himself to climax again?

Or is someone else?

And, oh, god, he can’t deny the sharp jab of jealousy that carves against his insides. He shouldn’t be feeling this, shouldn’t be considering calling Jaskier back to ask what he’s doing, he shouldn’t. And yet.

He sighs again, turning the temperature of the water down as far as it can go, shivering in the cold stream that runs down his back, making his muscles contract painfully. Good, he thinks, I deserve it. 

---

He doesn’t sleep that night. He tosses and turns, sheets tangled around his legs, half his pillows on the floor. He looks up from time to time, staring at the ceiling, watching as the moonlight shifts slowly but surely, as it rises and starts to set.

He looks at his phone. So he knows what time it is, he tells himself, but he can’t help but feel slightly disappointed every time he sees no incoming calls or texts - althought he doubts that Jaskier is the kind of person to text. He’s too dramatic for that.

One or two or five times, he opens the ‘recent calls’ tab, thumb ghosting over the unknown number. Every time, without fail, he scoffs at himself, closing the app, almost slamming his phone down on his bedside table. 

He tosses and turns and watches the moonlight shift across the ceiling. He looks at his phone, he puts it down again. 2 am. 3 am. 4 am. 5 am.

His alarm rings at 6, and he turns it off within a second, wiping his hand over his face as he groans. He’s unbelievably tired, and he’s not ready for another long shift at the prison. But he has to go, now that he still has a job.

---

As soon as he enters the building, one of his coworkers tells him they’re expecting him in the boss’s office. Whoever ‘they’ are, and whoever the new boss is - if there is one - she doesn’t tell him, and his stomach sinks to his kneecaps when he catches the grave look in her eyes as she turns away from him.

He sighs, gathering himself, before walking through the long, identical hallways to the office. He knocks, swallowing thickly when a woman tells him to come in.

He enters, and he’s immediately greeted by a petite woman, standing behind the desk. Her stature may not impress, but her posture does. She clearly is used to being in charge, she knows she’s good at it, too, and is unafraid to show it. 

Next to her is a balding man, beard twitching as he smiles at Geralt.

He nods back, shaking both their hands, before taking a step back, hands folded behind his back, head raised. He knows what’s coming, can tell it from the look in their eyes, and he braces himself for it.

“Mr. Rivia,” the woman says, voice stern and authorative, her hands resting on the desk, and though she’s looking up at Geralt, she’s also looking down on him, at the same time. 

“My name is Ms. De Vries, I’m the new prison director. This here” she nods at the man next to her “is Stregobor from HR. I think we all know why you’re here.”

Geralt swallows thickly, nodding, and she turns her computer screen towards him. It shows the list of badges used, ten days ago. She points to a highlighted line, showing that Geralt’s badge was used to open the door to the emergency exit, an hour after his shift ended. 

“I don’t think I need to explain what’s going on here, anymore,” she says, grey eyes boring into Geralt’s. He shakes his head dumbly, clenching his jaw. “Go home, Rivia. Get your things in order, say goodbye to your family, explain yourself to them, whatever. I know you didn’t mean for this to happen, but two people are dead because of your inattention, so I’m giving you two days before I send the file to the police department.”

He nods, swallowing around the knot in his throat. “Thank you, ma’am.” 

“I’m going to be honest, Rivia. It’s not looking good for you. You’ll definitely get convicted for involuntary manslaughter - the evidence is irrefutable, and you’ll be lucky if you only get a few years of jail time. I just wanted to warn you about what’s coming.” She sighs. “You are dismissed.” Despite everything, she genuinely seems unhappy that she has to do this, but he knows that she has no choice - she can’t just cover for him, that wouldn’t be right.

He nods again, leaving the office, heading straight back to his car, ignoring the inquisitive looks the other guards give him as he walks out of the door.

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Fifteen hours and god knows how many glasses of whiskey in some dingy bar later, he stumbles into his house, kicking off his shoes. He slaps his hand against the wall, partially to hold himself up, partially to try and find the light switch.

He can’t find it, so he curses to himself, stumbling through his dark and empty home, hitting a piece of furniture and a few doorways here and there, but overall making it to his room unscathed.

Two days, the prison director gave him. Two days to get his shit in order, sell his house, what-fucking-ever. Say goodbye to his family. He scoffs. What’s left of his family is spread out across the globe, so he doesn’t really have to worry about them. Though, he’s not looking forward to the moment they probably see his face on tv in connection to Jaskier’s escape. 

He groans, wiping a hand over his face as he looks up to the ceiling, head swimming. Two days. One of which he just spent drinking himself half to death. So one more day left. To what? Ponder his imminent arrest? Think about the consequences of his actions?

He snorts, shaking his head slightly, squeezing his eyes shut as a wave of dizziness washes over him. Fuck. He’ll probably wake up with a hangover tomorrow, anyways, so that’s another half day wasted.

He sighs again, eyes drifting close as sleep pulls at his limbs. Well at least I’ll get a decent night’s rest, he thinks, before falling asleep.

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When he wakes up, his head is, surprisingly enough, not pounding, as he had expected the night before. He does feel heavy, though, as if something’s weighing him down.

He frowns a bit, slowly opening his eyes. The fog of sleep immediately clears from his mind when he sees blue eyes above him, and realizes he feels so heavy because someone is sitting on top of him, straddling his lap, nimble hands on his chest.

“Ah, good, you’re awake,” Jaskier says, grinning down at him.

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Dean Winchester: Save Her

Pairing: Dean x reader 

Warnings: Angst, Dean being a dick, Language, and Fluff at the end. 

Summary: Y/n put herself and the two Winchester boy in danger during a hunt, will Dean overreact and push y/n away, or will he be understanding. 

Word count: 1,024

It had all started when Dean and you had a bad argument. Something along the lines of you was acting like you were the only person in the group, and you were putting everyone else's life in danger. You weren’t thinking of anyone else. Dean had called you many names that night, self-centered, a bitch, a downright drag every hunt, and he had said that it would just be better if you didn’t come on hunts ever again. You staying away from hunts, would be the best for everyone and that maybe you weren’t meant to hunt, and maybe you should just leave and rely on someone else for a while. 

During the entire time of Dean yelling at her, she just sat no tears rolling down her face. Sam said nothing, nothing to stop his asshole of a brother hurting her. She didn’t speak up for herself, afraid that he would yell at her even more, so she sat until he was finished and she got up and walked to her room slamming the door. Dean had yelled so much that he didn’t feel bad she had put herself and the two of them in a lot of danger, but his throat hurt. He turned to speak to Sam before walking to the kitchen for a cold ice beer, but his brother didn’t wanna hear it, ashamed of when his brother had done to Y/n. 

Sam agreed to a few things that Dean had spoken about but calling her a bitch and that she was a drag wasn’t anywhere close to the truth. Her emotions and feelings get in the way, she knew that being a hunter was going to be hard with every emotional thing that could possibly happen. Dean walked into the kitchen grabbing himself a beer and finally getting a full breathe in. He pulled his phone out checking up on his tinder account, it was rather late almost 2 in the morning. After swiping a few times on what he concerned “Hot chicks” he put his phone back into his back pocket and finished off the beer throwing the glass into the garbage and walking to his own room with no concern of what he had made Y/n feel like of what was going through her mind.

 When Y/n got to her room, she laid down in her bed looking around seeing the few things she had: the suitcase that sat under her bed, the few clothes in the bin, and closet. And at that moment she had set her mind to leaving if Dean didn’t need her, if Sam wasn’t going to stand up for her she was just going to leave. She plugged her phone in setting an alarm for 4 am, she’d sleep for a couple of hrs and then wake to pack all her things and leave the two Winchesters, boys, forever, leave everything. 

When 4 am came around y/n was able to pack all of her belongings into the suitcase and backpack she owned. Looking around her room checking for anything she might have forgotten she moved quietly knowing that the boys wouldn’t wake up with her quiet sounds. She had written a note planning on leaving it in the map room. 

Dean hadn’t been able to fall asleep, finally he left his room moving to the library grabbing his computer to look for a hunt. The sound of one of the bedroom doors shutting catching his attention but not long enough. When he turned back to look around his surroundings, he saw Y/n with her backpack and her suitcase and a piece of paper in her hands. When she looked up she saw Dean in his pj’s looking straight at her, a panic fell through her entire body she dropped the note and ran back to her room. 

Dean sat up, running over to the note, grabbing it, and opening the folded up paper. In the note she had written; Dear, Winchesters boys……I'm sorry that I’m a drag and I put you guys in danger. I'm sorry that I’m a bitch, Sorry that I'm self-centered. I'm sorry that I have made everything worse, I’m taking Dean’s advice that maybe I should try to just get out of hunting and that I shouldn’t come back. I'm sorry that you wasted everything you waste on me, you don’t have to worry about me anymore. Goodbye Winchesters; Y/n 12/23/2020 Dean slowly put the note in his back pocket, thinking over everything that had really only happened a few hours ago, he was a little bit of an asshole, he had hurt her and hadn’t even noticed. 

Something should have clicked when she didn’t say anything back to him, her tears that rolled down her face which never happened. Dean walked down to her room knocking on the door, even though it was ajar enough to hear her sobs. He walked in pulling the note out of his pocket saying “I'm sorry that I called you everything I called you. I just don't want you to get hurt trying to show that you’re just as strong as us. Sam and I know you’re stronger, you’re a lot stronger than either one of us will ever be. I don't want you to leave, if you leave I’ll only blame myself which is my fault anyway, but I’ll only worry about you more than I do now. Do you understand? I don’t want you anywhere else but here. Y/n you’re more important than anyone else to me. Please stay and we can work this out, I won’t yell I’ll stay calm, I’ll let you speak”

 She turned to look over at him, her mascara running, and her eyes red. “Dean we have to work on this okay, if this doesn’t get worked on I will leave and I won’t contact anyone. I love you, Dean. I just don’t want to get hurt anymore.”  Dean was happy with the answer he had gotten, not caring whether Y/n wanted to hug him or not. He pulled her into a strong meaningful hug. 

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“I’m Not A Damsel In Distress.” // Andrew “Ack-Ack” Haldane Imagine

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Words: 1,506

As much as Y/N loved her Captain. He was one for being protective of the one he loved the most. The loved Captain tend to have a hero act for his girl. And she didn't exactly need it. She understood his actions, and at the first couple times, she thought it was sweet. But after the few dozens times he "saved" little Y/N, it got old in the woman's eyes.

  She wasn't just any old broad. Y/n was a strong, caring, and overall ambitious and all-american woman. She didn't take no for an answer and she especially didn't take shit from anyone. Learning as the only female Marines in a battalion of Marines, she needed to take what she wanted. And that one thing the Captain was attracted to her immediately due to this spite. A woman who was an amazing leader, cunning, and extremely smart. She stepped over any men that threw themselves down at her feet. She was a Gunnery Sergeant and he was a Captain. Like it was known, she took what she wanted. And Y/N wanted Captain Haldane. She always got what she wanted in the end.

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 Y/N walked on the edges of the camp, in her service pants and a tank top. Her rifle's strap slung on around her shoulders whilst her rifle laid on her back. Walking along side a few fellow Marines, a cigarette dancing between her lips as she cracked jokes and laughed. Kicking up some dirt on the little roads as she walked. Captain Haldane sat on a barrel with his right hand man Hillbilly Jones besides him. His eyes locked on the female from afar. His lips pressed into a thin line. Jones' eyes followed the line of gaze and chuckled slightly when his eyes landed on the female. Looking over at his superior officer and patting his shoulder and turning to walk back to his cot. Haldane let out a soft chuckle and his eyes met with his secret lover's. A smile came to hr lips and gave him a wink. A little code the two worked out for each other. With a slight nod he stood and made his way behind a line of big supply trucks. Y/N just excused herself from her small group of friends and made her way to the same area.

 She met up with the officer, looking both ways making sure the coast was clear. The relationship was forbidden by rules of the Marine Corps. Both of them new that. But, nothing was going to keep them separated for long. For they were star crossed lovers, soulmates, and they knew it.

 Y/N smiled up at the Captain, flicking her cigarette to the side. "How much time do you think we got to see each other today?" she asked, her voice happy but quiet. Not wanting to alert anyone. Especially any other higher ups. Ack-Ack didn't say anything, just placed his right hand on her hips and the other hand going behind her neck. Pressing her body close to his and planting her lips on hers. Firmly and full of want and love. Sure they kissed before. Little pecks in secrecy. And maybe some heated make out sessions in the back of supply trucks. But, this kiss was different. Y/N felt weak in the knees as she smiled against the Officer's lips. Andrew pulled away after about fifteen seconds. Looking into the female's eyes and keeping a straight face. Though, looking into his eyes, you could see all his emotions and feelings.

 "We are going through Peleliu Airfield today. It's going to be extremely dangerous. I love you," he spoke, his voice filled with concern and care. His hand cupped the Marine's cheeks and stared deep into her eyes. Y/N smiled up at him, not caring about the words before he said 'I love you'. She stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips onto the Captain's and pulled away quickly.

 "It's nothing I can't handle Captain. I love you too," she teased. But, meaning her words with every being of herself. She held his hands in hers. They spent a minute just staring into each others eyes. Enjoying the moments they barely got. They sound of boots approaching the vehicles made them snap their heads towards the direction of the sound. They gave each other a quick kiss goodbye and the quickly parted ways. Y/N placed another cigarette between her lips and lit it with a match, smiling to herself at her Captain's words.

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 Peleliu. Where many Marines were going to lose their lives. Many knew this. It was just a matter of who was going to die, and who wasn't. The airfield was exploding from Japanese Artillery. Men, some barely even being men, being tossed into the air. Their limbs being thrown about. Their bodies dropping around. Men dropping from being shot by the nonstop gun fire the Japanese threw at them. Corpsman ran, trying their best to save everyone and not get shot themselves. Y/N sprinted between covers, yelling for men to keep moving and push forward. Being able to take a couple seconds to shoot at a few Japanese gunners and shooters before taking off to find a new cover again.

 The female Marine dove into a deep foxhole. Breathing heavily as she held her helmet onto her head. She gulped, as a familiar Captain and Lieutenant dove in besides her. Haldane had a relieved look on his face seeing his lover, safe and not harmed. At least not now. "Y/N, its too dangerous to run right now. My Marines are dropping like flies. Stay down here until we advance far enough!" he shouted over the mayhem of which filled the airfield. Y/N pursed her lips and looked at the Captain. She knew he was worried and how much he cared. But she wasn't the type to just wait it out and wait for the all clear. She sat up more and came eye level with her boyfriend.

 "I'm not a damsel in distress, Andrew. I'm a damsel doing damage," she replied. Giving him a cheeky wink before turning and jumping out of the foxhole. Running forward into the immense fire. Ack-Ack let out a low growl type of sound and followed closely after her. He was about thirty feet behind the woman. His weapon tightly in his grasp as he dodged explosions, flying limbs and men, and the fire that was directed towards them. In silent awe watching the woman in front of him. She was covered in blood, sweat, and dirt. Her hair knotted beneath her helmet. But somehow, some way, she looked so beautiful. Like an angel in the midst of the utter chaos that surrounded her. She paused for a moment, taking the time to fire a few rounds of her rifle before taking off running again. Captain Haldane close behind her.

 It took an extremely long time to take over the airfield. Which costed many lives. So many men were wounded. And there were so many casualties. Y/N rested against of a wall of a halfway blown to pieces building. A sigh leaving lips as her body aches and sweat poured from her forehead. The sun had just set, so the air cooling down thankfully. Young Marines that couldn't be more than nineteen sat quietly, trying to take in the true horrors and stress they had to deal with today.  Captain Haldane walked up to Y/N, sitting down besides her. "How are you doing?" he whispered, not wanting to wake any sleeping Marines that were around the two.

 "Just dandy, sir," she spoke, a small smile on her face. Happy to get a little time with her boyfriend. He smiled and chuckled softly and slowly reached down to take her hand is his.

 "You know I worry about you when go out onto the field, darling," looking over at her. She chuckled and looked at her lap before looking at her Captain.

 "Oh darling, I know. But you need to not worry. I am just as capable as you of getting across an airfield," Y/N responded, leaning her head onto his shoulder. Andrew leaned his head on hers, his cheek pressed against her hair.

  "I know I know, but it doesn't change the fact that I worry," Y/N hummed in response and lifted her head. She placed a soft kiss on his cheek and turned his head so he could look at her.

  "Hush now with the worries, we need to get some rest," the Marine proposed, resting her head back on his shoulder with a soft sigh leaving her lips. Haldane nodded slightly and a small yawn was heard from him as he closed his eyes softly.

 "Alright then, sweetheart," The two quickly fell asleep, leaning against one another. Waiting to see what the next day would bring them.

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Late Night Chills (Genya Shinazugawa x Reader)

Cold air nips at her skin, waking her from her peaceful slumber with chill bumps rising on her skin. Stirring awake, her eyes peel open to see the same pitch black room, but now bright streams of moonlight flood into the room from the window open window. That wasn’t open before. She thought as she rose up from the warmth of her blankets to close the open gateway to the snowy outside world. Touching her bare feet to the floor, she nearly yelps at the violent chill that runs up her spine. I wonder how long it’s been open. Closing the window swiftly, she shivers from the seemingly permanent chill in the air. Breathing deeply to calm her suspicious nerves, she rubs her arms to rid them of the chill. However, before she can return to her warm bed, a pair of muscular arms wrap tightly around her waist from behind as their head dips down to rest against her shoulder. The sudden warmth of another body being pressed to her makes her gasp in shock, being held in place and completely at the mercy of the unknown male.

Choking on a scream, she slightly relishes the feeling of the male’s overflowing warmth, a very familiar warmth, “Who...who are you?”

Her timid question prompts the mystery male to turn her around in his grip. Now face to face with the male intruder, she can just barely make out the unique silhouette of her lover, Genya Shinazugawa.

“Genya? Love how did you get in here?” she asks worriedly, sliding her hands up his arms to find the sides of his face, realizing quickly that the pale flesh is cold as ice against her warm skin, “Did you come in through the window? Your cheeks are ice cold!”

“I had to see you tonight, as soon as humanly possible, “ he responds as he wraps her up in a needy embrace, “I---I had to make sure you were still safe...”

For a moment, her expression was unreadable to him in the dark, and then hr facial expression relaxes into the soft smile that makes him melt inside, “Well, am I safe Genya?”

A relieved smile comes to his lips as he kisses her forehead gently, cherishing the moment between them dearly. Taking a seat on the edge of her bed he pulls her to him by her waist, allowing her to straddle his lap with her knees resting on either side of him.

“You are now,” he breathes this like a self assurance, holding her to him like a life as he rests his head on her chest to hear her heart beat.

Her cheeks warm at the boldness of her shy lover, her smile never faltering as she comfortingly strokes his messy jet black hair. As she does this, she observes how he sleepily clings to her, breathing her scent in from her loose sleep shirt. He looks so sleepy, yet he was wide awake just moments ago. Not only that, but this cuddling position is very out of character for Genya as well. What could have shaken so? Sitting in contemplation on whether or not she should ask, she rubs circles on his right bicep with her left hand, finally noticing her warm lover is wearing nothing more than a poorly put on pair of pants and a loose haori. With her worry getting the best of her, she swallows thickly before asking what’s on her mind.

“Genya...are you okay? It isn’t like you to be so shaken up like this, “ she asks, nearly chickening out right after she started to ask.

“...No, I’m not okay. I dreamt that we had gone on a mission together and we got separated...I-I wasn’t able to save you!” he explains as his grip on her waist tightens, his emotions pouring into every word he spoke, “When I woke up and you weren’t there I---I was so afraid that my dream was real and that---that--and that I had actually lost you...”

Feeling the front of her shirt grow wet, she smiles comfortingly at him, “But now you’re here with me now, Genya, holding me tightly to you...I’m not going any where, my love, not now, not ever.”

A short silence is shared between them, the two bathing in each other’s warmth. I have to ask her this now, before I loose her. He thought as his throat went dry with self doubt. But what if she refuses? What if that’s not what she wants? What if--No, I have to hear her answer, right here right now. He assures himself, rubbing nervous circles on her hips with his thumbs.

“...Y/n?”

“Yes?” she hums, her arms draped over his shoulders as she rests her head against the top of his.

“Will you marry me?” the words nearly made her heart stop with overwhelming excitement, but the happiness of this development in their relationship keeps it beating erratically, “I---I know this is really sudden, and I don’t have the money to get you an expensive ring. I just...I just wanted to ask...if you’d like to spend the rest our mortal lives together?”

Tears of joy slip down her rosy cheeks, her smile widening as she cradles his face between her hands, “Genya, nothing in this world would make me happier.”

Tears of his own slip down from Genya’s widened eyes, kissing her with passion without missing a beat. Sharing the kiss until they’re nearly blue in the face, the two lovers fall back onto Y/n’s bed in a fit of childish giggles. Fooling around for a moment, the two slowly settled into bed.

“I’m glad we met Genya...I can’t imagine my life without you,” she murmurs into his chest, lovingly curling locks of his hair around her index finger.

“I can’t imagine it either...” he hums, lulling to sleep in the warmth of his lover’s embrace, “...I love you Y/n, please don’t ever leave me.”

She giggles, snuggling closer to him, “I love you too Genya, I hope we never have to say goodbye, not ever.”