#if you want to know who’s who with the bridal party lmk

[dreamofjoys]

You became drunk in the heartslaybul's dorm due to the amount of alcohol that Ace and Deuce had sneaked in - a mini party between the 3 of you. And now, your drunken state has been crying and begging to see your boyfriend, Malleus. The duo could only brace themself with what's going to happen next as they bring you to diasomnia's dorm, praying that your boyfriend would not strike them down with lightning after seeing your current state.

— c/w: Reader is drunk, crack(??? im bad at stuff like this haha lmk if it's funny enough), injuries, underage drinking

— a/n: As i was writing this, i recalled that there are similar fics like this out there but this is just my own version. happy reading!

"I want Malleus!" You cried out, banging both of your fist on the table as the duo stares at you with panic on their face.

"No no, you don't need Malleus. You are a strong and independent person without that scary-"

"Malleus is not scary!" A plate flew past Ace's ear, nearly hitting him if not for his excellent dodgy skills. "Should we just bring them to Malleus-senpai? Maybe he will be able to handle them." Deuce suggested, to which Ace was about to rebut back if not for the sudden loud cry and wailing coming from you.

"Mal-Malleus!Wh-where are you..." You tried standing up from the chair, only for your legs to start wobbling before falling onto the ground, your nose and knees hitting first. "Be careful!" Ace and Deuce hurriedly step forward, standing on either side of you and linking their arms under yours to lift you up from the ground. "MALLEUSSS!!!!!" You wailed, not caring about your friends who are staring at you weirdly, and perhaps, a little anxious. You didn't know what was going on, or what invoked you to suddenly throw a tantrum to see your boyfriend. You had already met him early morning when he offered to send you to class. But somehow, the alcohol managed to make you feel cloud nine, and you wanted nothing more then to just go to your boyfriend and bask into his embrace.

The duo could only look at each other sigh, mentally preparing themself for what's coming next as they accompany - well, assist - you to diasomnia dorm.

The walk to diasomnia was agonizingly long. You would trip on your own feet here and there, occasionally stopping just to breakdown about how much you want to see Malleus. Deuce would comfort you, saying that they are bringing you to see Malleus now. Ace would groan, trying to wreck his brain to find if there's any excuses that he can say to save both their sorry ass. Nonetheless, they tried to prolong the walk to your boyfriend's territory so as to prepare themselves mentally.

When the 3 of you had finally reach the entrance to Diasomnia dorm, the double doors swung open before either of you could knock on it. Right in front of you stands your boyfriend in all his glory, his dorm uniform having just ironed into perfection, his shoes polished perfectly with a shine that leaves everyone staring in awe. His gloves were washed with the most expensive softener, just so that you would be able to hold his hands in the upmost comfort.

Malleus knew that you were here before you even reach the doors. He was delighted that his beloved has came to visit him first, and was preparing to greet you with his fanged smile, the one that you love so dearly. Until he saw your drunk figure slumping on Deuce.

Upon finally seeing your boyfriend, you immediately pushed away the two that was supporting your stance, launching yourself forward to Malleus. If it wasn't for Malleus quick reflexes, you would have suffered from another fall again. "Malleus!" You beamed in delight, immediately wrapping your arms around Malleus's neck while he adjust you in his hold, carrying you in bridal style.

The smell of alcohol was quick to invade his sense, and it didn't take long for the prince to figure out what had happened. The duo was known for being trouble makers, they must have dragged you into one of their mischievous plans. "Are you okay?" Malleus asked, noticing that your happy facade was gone, replaced with a sad expression. You looked up to meet your lover's gaze, and his heart aches at the sight of your red teary eyes, cheeks and nose flushed as equally red as a tomato. Your lips starts wobbling as you break down for the nth time of the day.

"My knees....it hurts....Uwahhhh!! Malleus, i-it hurts!" Oh, if only you know how much your cries are hurting Malleus. He turns his attention to your knees, finally realising the ugly blue black bruise that was littered on your kneecaps with a hint of blood. Suddenly, a flash of lightning strikes onto the ground, right behind both Ace and Deuce. Both of them sweat profusely as they watch Malleus wiping off the stray tears on your cheeks, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.

When you finally fell asleep due to exhaustion, the duo was truly trying to prepare for the worst. They finally noticed how tall Malleus was, his figure looming over them, shadow long and big enough to engulf both of them in darkness. Malleus was strong enough to just carry you with one arm without any struggles. The hand that was previously wiping away your tears has now shift to the side of your head, guiding it to rest on his shoulder. His hand were large enough to almost cover your whole face, and he takes advantage of this fact to protect your head.

The duo gulps, finally getting to witness firsthand how protective Malleus is over you, and just how scary he is. "There will be no second time." Malleus's words cuts through the atmosphere like a knife. His tone was cold and deadly, with a hint of bloodlust. If anything, it doesn't help how Malleus's green slitted eyes constricts in the dark, that terrifying glare will hunt the poor heartslaybul students forever as they start to apologise profusely, before running off to god knows where.

Malleus scoff, finally glad that he was alone with you again. Teleporting the both of you to his room, Malleus climbs onto the bed with you, laying your body on his bed. Your head has been shifted to rest on his muscular thighs while he sits up to lean his back on the bedframe. With a snap of his fingers, magic blooms around you, and he had you changed to a comfortable night gown. The bruises on your knees were long gone as if they were never there in the first place.

He stares at your sleeping figure, a smile suddenly creeping up onto his face when he realised how cute you are when you sleep. You were quite adorable when you were drunk too, clinging onto him as if your life depended on him. He would have entertained you even more if not for your injuries. Malleus chuckles to himself, his hand wandering to your face, pinching at your soft cheeks before travelling back to your head, letting his finger comb through your soft locks.

He already had a concrete plan on how to deal with the duo. But for now, he just wants to spend some time with you, and take care of your needs.

[sushiwriterhere]

in a heartbeat

summary: "Maybe he just didn’t need the fanfare, maybe he needed to ditch the plans and just hand the rock to you over Chinese takeout and let that be it."�� rating: explicit (no minors!) pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!reader word count: 3.9k warnings: very fluffy, PiV (unprotected), no use of y/n.  notes: this is my first fic in a while and im fighting writers block something awful. this is not proofread :( pls lmk what you think <3! my other works are here part of the coming home to you universe

four days before.

“I’m gonna go out for drinks with the girls Saturday.”

“Uhhh, you can’t.”

Did he need to loop your coworkers into the proposal plan too? Phoenix having dragged it out of him so they could all help was bad enough. Bradley could feel his headache building behind his eyes. He tried to avert eye contact to make the conversation feel natural, instead focusing his gaze on the onion he was trying to caramelize. 

“I can’t?”

Bradley’s never been controlling, never tried to tell you who you can and can’t hang out with, and certainly never with that particular tone in his voice. He heard the mail you were inspecting drop onto the granite countertop as you turned your full attention on him.

“Why?”

Fuck.

He could hear the way your eyes were narrowed from the uncharacteristically steady tone of your voice, the way one eyebrow was raised expectantly. 

In the back of his mind, Bradley also saw the picnic blanket, candles, and bottle of your favorite wine stashed at Mav’s. There were the flowers he had to pick up and arrange on Friday while you were working, the homemade meal Javy promised him that he needed to grab on Saturday around midday. 

“I made dinner reservations at this new place down by the beach, and the only time they had was Saturday evening.”

“And you forgot to tell me until now?”

Bradley didn’t forget. Not about these types of things. Ever since your first date, Bradley had been nothing but proactive. He planned dates, cooked meals, doted on you. Forgetting just wasn’t like him. 

“Made the reservation this morning and you seemed busy.” He finally met your eyes and he watched as your gaze softened and you turned back to the stack of mail.

“Bradley Bradshaw you are a sap.”

And the moment passed. 

You and Bradley had talked about marriage, you have. You’d talked about it enough for him to know what kind of ring you wanted, that you wanted a small, intimate ceremony, and that you’d lost more than enough sleep over whether to invite your parents. You’d talked enough to know Bradley would probably have the Dagger Squad as best men (people?) and that he’d let Phoenix be part of your bridal party if you wanted, that he wanted Mav right there next to him, and that there would be an empty chair for Goose and Carole. That was one thing. 

Getting down on one knee and actually going over that line? That was another. 

The rational part of his brain had always insisted that you would say yes, that you also knew from very early on, if not the beginning. The unhelpful part of his brain kept telling him the ring was the wrong size or that a seagull would swoop down and steal the shiny thing right from his fingertips before you could even say no.

three days before.

Bradley’s checked the ring at least six times since he, Javy, and the other guys came into the shop. The sound of the velvet clicking back against itself then sliding open again was starting to grate on his nerves, but he wanted to give Bradley the benefit of the doubt. He remembered what it was like, that lump in your throat, the way his brain tended to keep him up about every disagreement, every time he should’ve apologized instead of stewing on his anger. 

Javy, instead, choose peace. He watched calmly as Bradley opened the box again, and brought a finger up to trace the gems before deciding against it.

Doesn’t want to smudge it.

There was clearly something on his mind, because the ring had been paid for months ago and the re-sizing and adjustments were included in the price. But there Bradley was, stuck to the shop floor, looking like he was trying to decide between getting sick right there and maybe saving it for the trees outside the shop’s doors.

“What’cha thinkin’ about there, Rooster?” Jake sidled up to Bradley’s side, voice a low murmur, as if trying not to startle the man. 

Regardless, Bradley jumped slightly, jostling the open box and the sound of the box snapping shut echoed harshly around the showroom. Bradley looked like he might’ve decided on getting sick inside. 

“Should I get a second one? What if she doesn’t like this one?” 

Across the room, a sales associate perked up just slightly, clearly looking to score on another guy so nervous he looked like a ghost. Vultures.

“Bradley, my man, we’ve been over this a thousand times. Phoenix got her Pinterest, it’s all a certain style, and it’s definitely the perfect ring.” 

Jake and Bradley had begun to get along, rather begrudgingly at first, then very amicably, after the mission and Jake saved Bradley’s life. Seeing him comfort Bradley was something else though, Javy acknowledged. It was kind of nice to have that tension dissipate from within their team.

“But what if I need another perfect one?” 

“Are you gonna propose to her twice?” Bob had popped up on Bradley’s other side, silent as ever. “Usually there’s a second one for the wedding, but I’m here for a bit of a new tradition.”

At that, Bradley deflated a bit. The box in his hands clicked open, then shut again.

“No, no new tradition.” He murmured, before slipping the box into his pocket.

two days before.

Bradley knew Mav loved him, but he wasn’t sure how much he would after this whole ordeal. They must’ve run over the schedule at least a thousand times, forward and backward, even while flying over their comms. At this point, Bradley was sure he had the entire Dagger Squad reciting the plan in their sleep. He hoped he at least wasn’t, he didn’t need you to be clued into anything. 

“Nothing has moved since the last time you were here. Go home, Bradley.” Mav’s voice carried through the house as Bradley unceremoniously burst through the door. 

He’d started leaving work fifteen minutes early last week, just to double check that everything was in its place, that nothing had broken or spontaneously combusted. It was just enough time for him to stop at Mav’s place on the way home, do his round, and make it home around the same time as usual so as not to rouse suspicion. 

“I’m just–”

“Just checking yeah, get outta my house Bradley and go be with your fiance.” Mav had rounded the corner into his back room, all bathed in sunlight and a picture-perfect reminder of why people loved living in California. 

He was the picture of relaxed domesticity, dish towel over his shoulder, spatula in one hand that he was clearly thinking about hitting Bradley with as he paced the room and ticked things off on his fingers as he murmured to himself. 

“You’re gonna wear a hole in my carpet, and I happen to really like that rug.” Bradley stopped walking but the way his fingers twitched at his sides clued Mav into the way he was clearly still running through the run of show in his mind. 

“She’s not my fiance yet.”

“And she never will be if I murder you for breaking into my house and giving my wife a heart attack.”

“Penny’s not even home at this hour.” 

Mav had never seen Bradley like this. He’d missed graduations and recitals and all the shit you don’t get to see as an estranged god-father, but he’d done enough wondering about what he was like in those moments to have come up with this scenario. Bradley truly was the perfect mix of Goose and Carole–all Goose’s easy romantic energy, ever creative, ever attentive, and just as much of Carole’s eye for detail and desire for things to go right. 

“Bradley.”

Mav watched as the fight eased out of Bradley’s shoulders and his hands relaxed at his sides, “Right. Sorry.”

“Look son, you don’t have to be sorry for wanting this to go right. And you’ve only got a little of sorry to be about starting to drive me insane.” At that, Bradley cracked half a smile and Mav considered that a small success. “You like this at home?”

A sharp laugh echoed around the wood-paneled room, “Oh absolutely not. She’d know in a heartbeat.”

“Well, then you have your answer.�� The gears were turning at a million miles an hour as Bradley tried to decipher what he meant. “She knows you in a heartbeat, which means she knows how she feels about you. And we both know what that means for Saturday.”

Bradley nodded, the picture of relaxation and ease all at once. “I’ll see you Saturday.”

one day before.

Bradley was starting to think the gash on his finger was some sort of awful omen, something terrible that had been awaiting to reveal itself until the last moment. He’d arranged flowers for you probably a million times at this point, had even done it blindfolded (only cheating a bit so he didn’t lose a finger) just to amuse you. Now, as he stared at the blood bubbing up from his middle left finger where he’d just stabbed himself with the scissors, the entire thing felt like some sort of cosmic joke.

He’d never doubted that he wanted to marry you, not even when you’d argued or insisted on shoving your ice cold fingers and toes up against him in the dead of night. Not once had he wavered since that initial thought in his brain, and he was even more sure when he went to open that fucking bank account that he’d been diligently adding a sizeable portion of his paycheck to. (What? He wanted to be sure he could afford exactly what you wanted, DeBeers advertising campaign be damned.)

Maybe he just didn’t need the fanfare, maybe he needed to ditch the plans and just hand the rock to you over Chinese takeout and let that be it. 

The only thing keeping him going despite all his nerves, aside from his deep love for you, was the way you’d once leaned against him when the two of you were spending a week away in the mountains. Overlooking something that felt like it was right from a postcard, you’d told him exactly how all the little romantic things he did made you feel. 

“Every time you buy me flowers, I get this little feeling in my chest, like something curling around my heart.” Bradley remembered keeping himself from making a joke, something about heart attacks, trying not to break the moment as the fog hung low over the trees. 

“From the moment you picked me up for our first date and insisted on opening the car door, bringing me flowers, they all make me get that little squirmy feeling that no one’s ever given me before.” You had pressed yourself to his side but not met his eyes, as if your confession was too powerful, too heavy to make when looking at him, “And some of it’s because I’m a sap at heart and you somehow know what I want before I do, but some of it’s just because it’s you Bradley. Always has been, always will be.”

The words said next would keep him going in his darkest moments, kept him together on long deployments, kept him pushing through every moment of doubt in the planning process.

“So if you ever decide to propose to me, even if it’s just you asking me over coffee, just know I’ll get that feeling, just because it’s you.” 

At that, you’d turned to face him, shifting so you could hook your chin over his shoulder where he turned his face to yours. He could see every lash, every spot on your face that he loved to press his lips to when you were too sleepy to protest. You’d graced him with a tiny smile, somehow just a bit melancholy, but all too loving. 

Bradley shook his head, clearing the memory as he scrambled to keep his blood from spattering on the countertop. He was going to have to grit his teeth through the pain of using a liquid bandaid so the pictures weren’t ruined by a regular bandaid. 

You’d compromised on drinks being Friday, so he had the evening to himself. All the time in the world for flowers, for a barbecue at Javy’s (home cooked meal to be picked up that night instead of Saturday morning), and for waiting up for you to text that you were ready to go home. 

the day of.

Bradley thought he’d be blinded by panic, or doubt, now that he was counting down hours and minutes in place of days or weeks. Instead, all he felt was a sense of serenity, almost like he was floating through the motions. 

The day started like every Saturday he’d had since you moved in and he’d been granted a relatively permanent station at Top Gun with Mav and the rest–you pressed up against him, your hair tickling some part of his bare skin, and the type of bone deep satisfaction with life that came with going to bed with a full belly and the love of his life at his side. He stared up at the ceiling fan as it made its lazy rotations and thought about how today was marking the difference between two parts of his life. 

After today, there would always be a time before the proposal, and after. 

The morning was lazy as you insisted you didn’t have a hangover but let Bradley cook you a plate full of turkey bacon, gently scrambled eggs, and a few hashbrowns. He knew you would be fine by afternoon, and after that excited to hang out at the beach before dinner. 

He was sort of counting on it. 

Apparently he’d underestimated your ability to bounce back because the way you draped yourself across his bare back was a little less than innocent as your hands smoothed over his shoulders and down his stomach. He slowed the way he was chewing the last of his hashbrown as you pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot under his ear. 

“Good morning, Bradley,” You crooned lowly.

“Mornin’.” 

His stomach jumped as you ran a nail over one of his nipples, and kissed at his shoulder. Tilting his head to the side to give you more room to work with, he took a slow drink of his water. 

Maybe he wanted you to work for it just a little, what with how badly he’d been stressing these last few weeks. 

And work for it you did. The light drag of your nails just barely there on his stomach and arms had him getting hard faster than he thought was humanly possible. But there was just something about the warmth of your chest at his back, the thinness of some shirt you’d stolen from him doing little to hide the swell of your breasts, that did it for him. Hell, it was really just that it was you that got him going. 

“I missed you last night.” You whined, just a bit, as he finally turned around on the barstool and gathered you into his lap. 

You could definitely feel the way he was hard against the soft give of your thighs, but somehow in that moment, all he wanted was you near. Sensing that somehow the moment had maybe passed, you curled in his lap and stretched your arms around his shoulders, apparently just content to be touching him.

“I missed you too.”

The way your lips met his was almost as natural as breathing, and then the moment wasn’t so innocent anymore. Your lips slotted against his as you kneaded at his arm muscles and part of Bradley was incredibly satisfied that you were enjoying just how much effort he put in at the gym. Sure, he had to be fit for his physical, but how hard he went on his biceps and shoulders was purely for your benefit. 

When the two of you finally stumbled back into the bedroom, Bradley thought he might pass out from how hard he was. Everything about you was amplified somehow. Your skin was softer and the gentle scent of whatever perfume you’d worn last night filled his nose. The give of your hips and thighs was easier and all he wanted was to sink his teeth into you and never let go. You might even let him.

Sprawled underneath him you looked like a goddess, bathed in the rising morning sun, nipples gently peaked as your chest rose and fell. 

“I love you.” 

It was so tender in comparison to the way you sat up and worked a hand inside Bradley’s boxers to grab firmly at his cock. He groaned as you shoved at the little clothing the two of you were wearing and in a moment, your skin was a beautiful contrast to the crisp white of the sheets. 

Bradley made to go down on you but you kept his face in your hands, “Been ready to go since I watched you scramble those eggs.”

He couldn’t hold back the way he barked out a laugh, that one was new. “The way the white and yolk were combined really do it for you?”

You smacked at his chest indignantly as he propped one of your thighs over the crook of his elbow, “Your back and arms look nice when you whisk, you asshole.”

You weren’t so huffy as he slid into you, gentle as ever. Bradley knew he wasn’t the biggest ever, but he also knew he wasn’t anything to scoff at either. He kissed away any discomfort he could see on your features til you rocked your hips up against his insistently.

“Give it to me like you mean it, babe,” Grinning all cheerfully, Bradley cursed under his breath as he felt you bear down on him.

After that, there was little to be said beyond whispers of I love you and the occasional swear word. Sometimes sex between the two of you was raunchy and heated, and other times it rounded out his Saturday mornings in a way that left him sated like nothing else. Sometimes he thought it might be better than flying. 

You came first, digging your nails into his shoulders and breathing his name in repeat. The feeling of you squeezing around him did little to keep him from coming and besides, the way you scraped your nails down his chest and begged him to let go definitely did him in. 

Clean up was quiet kisses and gentle shoves in the direction of the en-suite bathroom, Bradley making sure the water wasn’t too cold for you as you peed. (It was the little things.)

-

Fuck what Bradley had thought earlier about being serene, he thought he was going to crawl out of his skin. Holding your hand as the two of you made your way down the beachfront towards the space behind the Hard Deck, you were chattering on about some coworker’s baby shower and Bradley was focusing way too hard on not absolutely eating shit with the way the sand was shifting under his feet. 

In the distance, he could see the candles and the picnic blanket like a homing beacon. He couldn’t see Mav or Javy or anyone else, but he knew they were all hiding somewhere, ready to burst from the shadows in excitement. Harvard was also brandishing a camera even though Bradley couldn’t see any hint that he was around–turns out he was a more-than-amatuer photographer and had volunteered to capture the moment. 

“Bradley, what’s all this?” Your voice reached a winded sort of pitch as the two of you finally reached the set up.

It was perfect, and part of Bradley finally exhaled. The picnic blanket from your fourth date, the little tea candles doting the beach, and the bouquet of flowers resting at the corner of the blanket, right within Bradley’s reach.

Gently dropping your hand, Bradley picked up the flowers and pressed them into your hands. By now, you’d clearly caught on that something was happening because your eyes were wide and slightly teary, and there was a ghost of a wobble in your lower lip. 

Tan suit be damned, Bradley dropped to one knee and pulled out the velvet box that had been burning a hole in his pocket since before the two of you had gone out to dinner. (The dinner reservation had actually been real, to his credit.)

“Oh my god,” you whispered, bringing a hand to your mouth in a way that betrayed the way your hands were shaking. 

Bradley inhaled deeply, before popping open the lid of the box and letting his eyes flick down to where the ring was sitting, nestled right where it was supposed to be.

As if unable to stop yourself, you opened your mouth and blurted, “If you’re about to ask me what I think you are, the answer is yes. A thousand times yes.” 

Blinking up at you, Bradley didn’t move a muscle as you kept going, “Oh my god wait you probably have a whole speech, I’m so sorry, I’ll shut up now.”

Distantly, Bradley heard a shutter clicking but neither of you broke eye contact as his face broke into a huge smile. He kept going according to his plan, the unspoken understanding passing between the two of you that you’d never live that down.

He said your first name like a prayer, before launching into the speech he’d rehearsed for months now, “I have loved you since I met you. I love every part of you–your laugh, the way you’re passionate about your work, the way you love everyone around you with such intensity. I love you when we argue, I love you when we’re together and apart. You consume my every waking thought, and grace me with your presence when I dream. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life. I want to bicker about how we go through junk mail, the right way to parallel park, and what show we’re going to watch on Thursdays for however long you’ll let me. I want you by my side for the good, the bad, in sickness, and in health.” He said your name again, before asking the question he already knew the answer to, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, oh my god yes.” 

Miraculously, Bradley slipped the ring on your finger without incident, then gathered you up into his arms and pressed your lips together. His cheeks were wet with your tears. 

“I love you so much, Bradley Bradshaw, you are my everything,” You choked out when he set you down unable to stop yourself from sticking your hand out in front of you and crying harder when you saw the ring of your dreams adorning your hand. 

“I can’t believe you said yes before I asked,” He breathed before pulling you into him to kiss you fiercely one more time.

-

“She said yes before I even opened my mouth,” Bradley chuckled as you giggled by his side, hands never leaving the new ring on your finger.

“That’s not nearly as bad as you were for the last three months,” Javy crowed, and the crowd was in uproar as Bradley attempted to defend himself. 

Above all the noise and the lighthearted teasing, Bradley knew one thing–he was happy. And you had said yes.

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[letsgetrowdy43]

Drunken proposals—

Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: nothing really, drinking??, lmk if anything else :)

"Y/n which of these flowers should I add to my bouquets?" Lily slid a scrapbook chalked full of flower cutouts from magazines in front of her. The young woman smiled warmly, fingers running over the glossy shine of the magazine pieces as she looked up at her best friend who was practically glowing with excitement

Ever since the bride's mother-in-law had heard the rumour of her daughter's proposal she had begun compiling a bag full of magazines and venue pamphlets. The moment the question was popped, the planning followed suit.

Lily and Y/n had been tasked with the dinner arrangements, from tablecloths to seating arrangements, tonight was the night all of this would be settled. It seemed as if every "insignificant" detail had been thought through, many tears were shed as they sipped cheap wine and reminisced on their childhoods, giggling at the outrageous pairings they put at tables, just to stir the pot.

Lily smiled at the woman who went through and examined every tiny sample of tablecloth colours the venue supplied, the wedding had been a nice distraction for Y/n's nerves. Jamie was still contractless well into the free-agent season, and the Anaheim Duck organization seemed like a pit of doom, but both her boyfriend and their ex-roommate had decided that they had some 'unfinished business' to return to in California.

"I'm in favour of the white narcissus, maybe some eucalyptus branches, and a few lilies, mixed with some baby's breath" Y/n grabbed the four cut-out slips and placed them together in front of Lily who gushed. Her best friend's mother-in-law leaned over the kitchen table and then looked at the bride with a grin, "They're lovely" Lily gushed and nodded in approval. And that's how the night went, a perfectionist's dream as they sorted through all of the details, picking out colour schemes and grinning with pride as they perfected the entire night.

Lily smiled, her thumbs drummed on the table and finally, she looked up at Y/n with a grin. "That's a scheming grin" "It's not! But I do have a question for you" Y/n rolled her eyes as Lily took her hands into her grasp. The woman laughed at the awkward tension, chuckling at the terrified look on her best friend's face as the mood turned dark.

"Y/n?" Lily paused causing the girl to groan. "Lily you're making me anxious!"  "Be my maid of honour!" Y/n smiled widely as she nodded, pulling Lily into her arms, "Oh my God, of course!" she said swaying back and forth with excitement.

"Good good, so obviously you and Marley's person of honour will be walking together in the bridal party" She smiled as she showed a picture of the bridesmaid dresses and the optional tuxes that her own mother had promised to make as a wedding gift to her. A lovely shade of sage, it was a long dress with puffy sleeves and a cinched waist. Y/n gasped as she looked closely at the dress, "they're stunning," she looked up at a grinning Lily

"I have a question," Lily handed two china saucers to Y/n and motioned for her to pick her favourite, "when did you know you wanted to marry her?" the girl asked as they sorted through napkin samples. Her best friend grinned as she flipped through a wedding dress magazine, "I don't actually know, I met her and I knew that I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life, but marriage wasn't something I ever pictured with anyone really, but she brought up the idea a few months ago and asked my opinion and honestly a no never even crossed my mind," she grinned and looked down at the ring on her finger.

Y/n nodded and smiled, thinking back to young much awkward Jamie. The two of them had met just after his draft into the OHL, and she swore in that second she had met him, a little over five years ago, that he was the man she was meant to adore for the rest of her time on the earth. Marriage was something she really wanted, something she had dreamt of since she could remember.

She stared at the piles of books in front of her, a grin on her face as she remembered the conversation Jamie had brought up to her a few weeks prior, "Would you be mad if I just wanted to elope?" he asked as they laid next to each other in their shared bed. he didn't even need to explain why, if that's how he wanted it she was okay with it, she would be happy with anything, as long as he was the one she got to call the husband at the end of the night.

She stared at the piles around her, stacks of magazine clippings and ribbons surrounding her as she looked up at her best friend, "I think I want to propose to Jamie," she confessed as her best friend grinned.

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A bottle of wine and lots of giggly conversations later Y/n stumbled back home and into bed next to Jamie who slept soundlessly.

A breathy laugh left the woman's lips and she crawled in next to him. Her makeup was still on and her clothes were discarded onto the floor, with only a bra and Jamie's boxers remaining on her body. The defenceman's face scrunched up as she worked her way into his arms, giggles leaving her lips as she tried, and failed, to quietly get comfortable.

"I'm sorry honey" she whispered. "You sound a bit drunk love" he groaned rubbing his eyes of any remaining sleep "I am," she grinned before placing a wet kiss on his nose

Y/n stared at his sleepy expression, her heart thumping as she brought her hand up to run her fingers through his bedhead, a content grin on her face as he snuggled in closer to her. Her face broke out into a full-blown smile as she watched him close his eyes at the feeling of her touch. "I'm so utterly and unconditionally in love with you," she mumbled, blurring her face in his chest as his arms wrapped securely around her.

He went to cut her off but instead was silenced by a finger that she placed on his lips, a small shush following shortly after. "I'm not done" she frowned before placing a kiss where her finger previously resided.

"Jamie Drysdale, I'm so overwhelmed by the love that I hold for you, with my entire being. You're my favourite person, my favourite everything" she took a short pause, her eyelashes batting as she took his hand into hers "You make me feel so many things, you feel inevitable to me like you are my forever"

Jamie sat up onto his elbows to look at her, his eyes began to well with tears as she endlessly confessed.  "Like- like we are something written out by the gods," his thumb ran across Y/n's face, wiping away the tears that fell down the apples of her cheeks. "What I'm trying to say is that you are the kindest and most loving person in my life. And I will cherish you until the end of my days" she whispered the last sentence and placed a kiss on the knuckles of the hand still in her grasp.

His tired features melted away long ago and now resides a look of pure love on his moonlit face.  Tear streaks highlight his cheeks, his vocabulary had already withered away as she spoke, leaving him nothing less than speechless.

Jamie watched her smile and let out a laugh at the awkward tension, he leaned in to capture her lips on his, his hand cupping her jaw as she hummed into his mouth. Her lips tasted cherry wine and cigarettes, soft from the overuse of her vanilla lavender lip balm, a taste that was familiar on his tongue, a sense of home, as his hand found the side of her face.

"Marry me" she whispered, her forehead now leaning against his as she let out shallow breaths. Her hand plays with the hair at the nape of his neck, her brows furrowed as she waits for his response so she can start kissing him again. Jamie smiled and let out a quiet "yes" before he leaned back down to kiss her.

He didn't even need to say words, or a large rambling confession as she did, Y/n knew that Jamie loved her with every fibre of his being, he'd shown it countless times over the years. There was no doubt in her mind that James wouldn't walk hand in hand with her for the rest of his life just as she would for him.

He pulled away to look her in the eyes, his hand still cradling her cheek. She slowly blinked as her thumb ran over his cracked bottom lips, pulling at the flesh as he tried to find his voice again. "You mean it?" "Yes J," her mind was distracted by the stubble that was growing in on his jaw.

Jamie rolled over onto his side to rummage in his bedside table drawer, searching for the little box that was hidden under a pile of paperwork and a book. He turned back to face her and pulled Y/n right into his chest, her cheek pressed against his chest as he placed the little box in her palm.

She opened the tiny box to see a small ring, nothing extravagant like she specifically said she wanted, "oh J, did I just ruin your proposal?" she slid the ring one, face a blaze as she admired its other ring finger. "Was gonna wait till your birthday to do it, but I liked yours more," he grinned as he took her hand a placed a kiss right onto her finger, lips ghosting over the ring.

"I just drunkenly prosed to you," her jaw dropped as she rolled onto her back and stared at the roof, confused by the escalation of her actions, "What are we gonna tell our kids?" "Kids?" he choked on his laughter as she rolled back into his side, her eyes lovingly staring up at him. "Well I mean yeah, in the future, how am I supposed to tell them that Lily got me hammered and I word-vomited myself into an engagement," she joked. "I say you tell them just that," he mused and got himself comfortable.

She grinned into his skin, "We are engaged," she whispered and closed her eyes, a telltale to Jamie that she needed some sleep. Shortly after the room filled with her small snore, Jamie's finger agilely danced across her forearm and he watched his now fiancé roll onto her side. Her face squished into the pillow as a quiet snore left her lips.

He let out a quiet sigh and rolled to be face to face with her, his fingers now brushing her face-framing strands from out of her eyes and tucked behind her ears. A sombre look washed over his features as he watched the rise and fall of her figure.  And in that exact moment, he swore to himself that he'd do everything within his power to make sure he was the best husband he could be to her, cause she was everything he'd been dreaming of and more.

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I didn't proofread... I got lazy :) so if it's bad don't say anything cause I will cry!!

[thegirlwholived1213]

Appendicitis

Here's Pt. 2

Villain always had stomach issues, ever since they were a kid. After every meal, they had been left with an uncomfortable feeling in their gut that faded after a few hours of digestion. When Villain woke, eyes tracing the faint lines in their ceiling, they brushed off the familiar ache and went about their day.

Even though the world may see Villain as a raging menace, they unfortunately still had to make grocery runs and trips to a laundromat. Having their Civilian identity helped, but Villain had already taken their share of lives because some bystander recognized them.

Thankfully, today was not one of those days. Villain carefully folded a fitted sheet, fumbling with the corners. They had pushed the pain from the morning to the back of their head, but it resurfaced as a particularly strong stab of pain hit their chest and they winced, pausing their task. The pain subsided and Villain shrugged it off, finishing the load of linens.

Night fell all too soon, and the pain had only worsened. They knew vaguely about someone at the party the night before being sick afterward and shrugged the feeling away again. Only when the pain returned did Villain decide they might pay their friend, who was a nurse, a visit. They grabbed a bag from the coatrack, placing a supportive hand over their right side as they waked out into the street. The space of time in between the throbbing only shortened as they began the long walk to the condo down the road, and Villain had to take breaks to breathe.

Something was definitely wrong.

They could see the house, a small box down the road, when they looked up to see Hero walking towards them. No, no this was the last thing they needed.... Their head scanned the empty and dark street, Hero's chuckle teasing the air.

"Well, someone's out without their mask... bit risky, don't you think?"

"Hero, get out of my way. I have- places to be."

"They can wait." Hero surged forward and Villain barely blocked their blow, teeth gritting through the steadily growing pain in their right abdomen. Hero watched as Villain parried their blows, confused as to why they weren't fighting back. Hero pulled away for a moment, and Villain brought both hands to their side, the ache forming into a stabbing pain.

"I didn't even hit you there, what's the deal?"

"N-nothing, go away." Villain growled, doubling over as the pain barreled into them. They couldn't contain their pained cry as they sank to their knees, vision swirling.

"You aren't even bleeding, what is this." Hero demanded, standing over them.

"I said go awa-" Villain's words were interrupted by a cough and the pain doubled, tears pooling in their eyes. Hero's expression faltered as Villain sank to a sitting position, back arched. They crouched down, studying Villain's hands.

"Lower right side?"

"Wha- nghh.." Villain's gaze swirled and they swayed, Hero catching their head before it hit the pavement. They positioned themselves to rest Villain's head in their lap and they lay a gentle hand over their forehead.

"You have a fever, distorted balance and most likely vision, and intense pain in your right side. Do you really not know what it is? This should be basic medicine..." Hero scolded, though they frowned with sympathy as Villain let out a sob.

"Acute appendicitis, Villain. I'll bet all my money on it, you need medical attention."

"nn..no, stay a-away from me....."

"Nonsense."

Hero shifted their position, sliding their hands under Villain's knees to carry them bridal style, Villain crying out from the motion. All they knew was the pain like a dagger had been shoved into them. Their head fell to rest against Hero's shoulder, their demands for Villain to stay awake the last thing they heard before the pain dragged them down into dark respite.

lmk if you want a part 2! :)

[fathermarty]

I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend ✰ Cedric Diggory

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Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader

Requested Anonymously: "hello! I was wondering if you could do a Cedric diggory x female reader fluff (they’ve been best friends for years) where they are studying by the black lake or any lake and then they start getting playful and teasing each other, so they eventually play fight their way into the lake (maybe Cedric throws her in after many times of telling her to join him in the water) and start being playful again until they realize the position they’re in and stare at each other realizing that they could be something more than just friends and then a sweet kiss (he holds her face) ensues :) and they ask each other out! a song inspired this but I forgot which one so if you have a song that can go with this lmk haha!"

Warning(s):

So I don't know if this is the song you were thinking of, but I for sure thought of "i wanna be your girlfriend" by girl in red when reading this request. I really hope you like it, xx.

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"Cedric would you just sit down?!" You playfully yell at your best friend who went from skipping rocks to throwing random twigs into the lake.

"Buy y/n/n! I want to go swimming, go swimming with me?" The smile on his face knocks the breath right out of you. Your heart swells at anything this boy does, but when he smiles it unlocks something else inside of you.

"Ced, I am in my school robes. I don't want to go into the lake!" You return to looking at your book, not being able to concentrate on the words in front of you because Cedric is staring at you.

"C'mon y/n, I promise the Black Lake won't eat you!" He teases you with a lazy smirk planted on your face.

"I'm not worried about the lake eating me! It is cold, and we don't have any towels to dry off."

"You're a party pooper, I will go swim by myself." Cedric takes off in a sprint towards the water. You smile at his retreating figure, thinking you are off the hook.

Oh were you wrong, you didn't even hear Cedric approach you, but when your book went flying you saw the boy in front of you with a mischievous smirk.

"Cedric Diggory! If you touch me while you are sopping wet I will bloody kill you!" You say slowly but with a smirk.

"I would love to see you try dove." Cedric grabs both your hands to pull you up from the ground.

You are smiling but also trying to resist him pulling you into the lake. "Y/n stop fighting!"

"NEVER!" At this Cedric picks you up bridal style and takes off to the lake. You stop fighting and instead brace yourself for the inevitable surrounding of water.

When Cedric reaches the water he takes a few steps in, and then turns around and trust falls into the water with you secured in his arms. Both of you come up, but now you are sitting in his lap. You both laugh and realize you are closer than expected.

Cedric cradles your face to wipe the mascara running down your cheeks. The gesture is so small, but monumental when realizing you both are looking into each other's eyes, holding your breath.

"I don't wanna be your friend, I want to kiss your lips," Cedric whispers, still cradling your face gently.

"What are you waiting for?" That is all Cedric needed to hear before he brought your face to his connecting your lips. You wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer, wanting to be as close as you could to him. The kiss was so soft and spoke more for both of you than you could ever express. It was love, you both knew it, you both could feel it from the other.

You pull away, "I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath." Cedric smiles and places his forehead against yours.

"Oh, y/n, I believe I have fallen for you so deeply."

"Good thing Ced, I have loved you forever."

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Cedric is a dreamboat, he's so soft and sweet. Ugh I love him.

How did this turn out? Good, bad? It's my first time writing for Cedric, so I hope y'all love it. My request are open!! <3

[quietmyfearswith]

happy hoelidays ; preferences

warnings — allusions to smut, swear words, wanting kids (idk)

characters — andy barber, steve rogers, ransom drysdale, jake jensen, bucky barnes, lance tucker, syverson, will shaw, august walker

a/n — here’s my entry for the happy hoelidays 2020 hosted by @stargazingfangirl18, @navybrat817 , and @donutloverxo 🎄 Y/M/N = your mother’s name 🎄 lmk what you think!!

their love language | with their little | when you’re insecure | slipping into little space | fussy

masterlist

I asked for one thing this year…you — dialogue prompt

Andy was going over the last of his files; as Christmas neared, he decided to take the week off. Despite it being something he didn’t usually do, he deemed it only necessary since he was spending the particular holiday with his beloved. Hearing the bustling of Christmas ornaments and decorations made the lawyer raise his gaze from the papers in front of him to the girl who was placing stockings with his and Y/N’s names by the fireplace — he didn’t even know that they had such stockings. “What do you have there, baby?” 

Turning to him with a wide grin as she held the two trinkets, “I bought these two when I was at the mall the other day; they’re so cute!” As she pinned them by the fireplace, Andy hugged her so his front was flush against her back. “I do think they’re adorable like you,” Pressing a sloppy kiss on her cheek, Y/N giggled as his facial hair tickled her, “But I don’t think that the Christmas sock is necessary, especially for me.” Looking over to him with worried eyes and furrowed eyebrows, Y/N assumed the worst, “You don’t like it? Is it the color? Or did you see the gift I bought for you and think it’s shit?” Stopping her from overthinking, Andy kissed her deeply and held her hands between their chests to prevent her from wiggling away, “It’s not that, baby.” His statement didn’t help her confusion so Andy further explained, “I asked for one thing this year,” Kissing the knuckles in both her hands before looking up at her with pure love and adoration before confessing, “You. You’re what I asked for and I’m glad it came true.”

Oh, see, I thought we were going to enjoy a nice holiday dinner, and then you had to go and do that. I’m very disappointed, sweetheart — dialogue prompt

Knowing how much his girlfriend adored the Christmas season, August tried his best to end any missions before it or not accept any new ones. Thankfully this year he wasn’t needed elsewhere; so he decided to cook up a delicious homemade meal for the two of them. While he was doing the final preparations for their meal, he wondered what Y/N was doing. As he placed the chicken he cooked on the table, he removed the apron — something she’d gifted him when she found out he developed a habit of cooking and was extremely good — and headed to their shared bedroom, “Little one? Where are you?”

Y/N was nervous as she twirled in front of the mirror completely fixated on whether or not the babydoll she was going to wear later after their dinner looked good; so fixated she failed to hear his deep voice call out for her. When the door creaked open she turned around, they both gasped at the situation they were in. Y/N wasn’t planning for August to catch her in one of his gifts this early; while the latter was incredibly turned on that his erection was aching to be attended to. “Oh, see, I thought we were going to enjoy a nice holiday dinner,” He pointed to the door as he approached her with slow steps; “And then you had to go and do that,” He grabbed the cloth of her skimpy outfit before continuing, “I’m very disappointed, sweetheart.” Confused about his arousal that she mistook for anger, “What do you mean, Aug? Don’t you like this babydoll I got for you?” Her pout was so adorable that it only added to his desire for her as he clarified, “I love the babydoll, but I’m disappointed because now food’s gonna get cold because we’re gonna have to take care of this,” He grabbed one of her hands and let it feel his raging erection against his pants. Giggling at his problem, Y/N then squeezed his cock and sultrily teased, “Let’s get to it then, daddy.”

Congratulations. You’ve officially won the Ugly Sweater contest. — dialogue prompt

There were a lot of technological advancements that Bucky was thankful for; the improvement of the laundry washer and dryer wasn’t one of them though. It was just too much to comprehend for his cyborg brain with all the options and different detergents and products one can use. So he came to a compromise with his girlfriend; she’ll do the loading of their clothes into the washer and dryer, while he’ll unload them from the dryer and fold them. That set up worked perfectly for the two of them given how Y/N loathed having to fold clothes. But Bucky’s luck was wearing thin; Y/N was out running errands for the Christmas party of the Avengers and the former Winter Soldier was left alone at their living quarter. “Fuck it,” He whispered as he gathered all their dirty clothes and headed to the washer. The sweater he was going to wear was in the dirty pile of clothes and despite his disinterest in laundry. He poured whatever cleaning product looked suitable for the clothes and pushed the button that accomplished the task in the shortest amount of time. Opening the dryer, he immediately fished for his sweater and gasped out loudly with what the clothing article looked like. The once gray sweater was now littered with red and green streaks — thanks to the other Christmas sweaters and pajamas his girl had — and by some sorcery there was a white lace stuck to it as well as some colored cotton balls that were made to look like Christmas ornaments. Deciding that he didn’t really care, he decided to discard the shirt he was wearing and  be clothed in the sweater.

As he was walking over to the party hall, his eyes brightened upon seeing his girlfriend; hugging her from behind he planted a kiss on her cheek, “Hey, doll.” Smiling brightly at him, she kissed his nose and moved out from their hug and took a good luck on her boyfriend. Chuckling at what he was wearing she teased him, “Congratulations. You’ve officially won the Ugly Sweater contest.” He rolled his eyes as he buried his face in her neck to tickle her, which proved successful as she let out a bunch of giggles that made him chuckle against her skin — adding to the vibrations. “Maybe you should ask for Santa for a simple washer and dryer this year?” Shaking his head as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders so they could enter the room he told her, “Only thing I wished for is to spend more Christmases with you.”

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Despite having computer skills Jensen couldn’t find out the perfect gift for his girl — even though he may have snooped around on her phone and laptop and yet his search remained unfruitful and the man still was clueless on what to get her. He ended up buying a lot of gifts which included her favorite chocolate and snacks, jewelry he hoped she’d like, a sweater he thought would look adorable on her, lingerie he knew would fit her well, her favorite scented candles, and a framed print photograph of the two of them. As he was delicately placing the items into a large box he bought in her favorite color. Deep in focus, he failed to take note of the presence of his beloved woman, “What you got there, babe?”

Startled, he jumped to stand up and used his body as a shield to avoid her curious and wandering eyes to see the gifts. “Babe! Didn’t hear you come in. What are you doing here?” Chuckling at his flustered state she sassed at him, “Well I live here too, right?” As he placed his hands on his hips he shook his own head as he grimaced at himself and was internally smacking himself for his dumb reply; his girlfriend was more amused with his flustered expression rather than what he was previous doing. “Well the surprise is ruined now; since I was wrapping my gifts for you,” It broke Y/N’s heart to see him disappointed in himself so she placed a kiss on his cheek and covered her eyes with her hands, “I’m not looking so you can put that away; then to make you feel better we can have sex.” Jensen was immediately turned on with her sultry tone and preposition that he just shoved all off the things inside the box before covering it; carrying her bridal style and leaving out the spare room. Y/N was laughing loudly at how her boyfriend was more than eager to carry out her suggestion.

“Since when are you so good at wrapping gifts?” — dialogue prompt

The only gifts that were under Y/N and Sy’s Christmas tree were either gifts that had been given to them by friends or the few presents she bought for her boyfriend. Part of her was optimistic that Sy had gotten her a gift too big that it was impossible to place it underneath the tree; but the more pessimistic part of her taunted her that he didn’t bother getting her a gift. Sipping on her hot chocolate as she watched a movie, she scrunched up her face in confusion upon hearing Sy let out grunts as he walked towards her. “Are you alright, bear?” At the moment she cursed at how thick her man was since his body concealed what he held behind him. “I couldn’t wait any longer ‘till the 25th, bug. Just had to give my gift to you.” His Texan accent was thick as he was proud of the gift he held.

She patted the spot beside him and he was more than willing to sit beside her; then pushing up the wrapped up box he himself wrapped. Holding the huge box in her smaller hands, she threw him a mocking look, “Since when are you so good at wrapping gifts?” Rolling his eyes at her jab, he brought his hand to tickle her side, “Since I had to give my girlfriend the best gifts I could ever give her.” Her heart melted with his sincerity and knew in herself that even though she has yet to find out what’s inside the box but knew that it was the best gift she ever received. Pressing a kiss to both his cheeks she shyly mumbled, “Thank you, bear,” Before proceeding to open up the gift. It was a bit of a struggle for Y/N to open the gift as the packaging tape Sy used was sticky on her fingertips; the former Army captain refusing to help her in her distress but instead just chuckled at her adorable reactions. “Oh my God, Sy!” She squealed as she saw what was hidden under the poorly wrapped gift was the laptop she was eyeing for a while since her old one was pissing her off. The captain wrapped his arms around her smaller figure as she put the box on the floor gently and launched herself on her boyfriend’s lap to press kisses all over his bearded face. “You love my gift, bug?” Nodding enthusiastically she pressed a passionate kiss on his lips before answering, “I did bear; thank you so much!”

“Well, well, well looks like you’re my gift…and now I get to unwrap you.” — dialogue prompt

Lance shut the door as he came home after attending the Christmas party he and his fellow coaches and gymnasts had. He was wearing a silly Christmas sweater and a red belt that was tied to mimic a ribbon from a wrapped gift. “I’m in the living room, angel,” He yelled in hopes that his girlfriend would come to him. When he heard the soft pitter patter of her feet, he smiled upon seeing her figure approach him. “Lancey! How was the party?” She wrapped his arms around his neck as he peppered kisses on his neck to which the gymnast giggled at as he was getting tickled by her shenanigans. “It was alright; turns out Maggie got me for secret Santa and just gave me hair gel.” Pausing her actions, she moved away from his neck and ruffled his hair, “She knows you really well considering how you use so much.”

Feigning offense, he placed a hand on his chest as he gasped, “It takes a lot of work to get this hair to look perfect, like it always does.” Giggling at his response she just kissed his cheek and reassured him, “It always looks good, Lancey; but I do love your bed hair the most.” Her lingering hands lifted his sweater a bit and was shocked to see his belt, “Well, well, well looks like you’re my gift,” With curious eyes he looked at her as she wiggled her eyebrows as she lowered herself to kneel on the floor; by now he caught her drift, smirking as he let her do as she pleases, “And now I get to unwrap you.”

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It was the annual Avengers’ Christmas outreach program and though he wasn’t the overall head, Steve volunteered which resulted in his girlfriend doing the same. As he was handing out the gift baskets the other agents had prepared, he looked over to find Y/N who was currently entertaining the kids. A loving gaze rested on his face upon seeing how much of a sweetheart and how caring she was around kids — his thoughts then drifted about how much more gentle and nurturing she would be if it were their own kids. Few hours after the outreach program ended, Steve was waiting by one of the couches for Y/N as she was still talking to some of the other agents, wishing them a great Christmas Eve. Smiling as she saw his sculpted face she plopped herself down on his lap as she snuggled herself to him, “Hey there, soldier.” 

“You look real happy, doll,” He took note as she stroked the skin of her arm and felt her purr in pleasure from the simple act. “The kids were so sweet and adorable! One of them even thought I was a princess,” As she cooed about the children she interacted with earlier, Steve could not help his imagination as it drifted to images of him and Y/N taking care of their own. Settling one of his hands on her stomach, he began to run slow and soft circles on her skin as he spoke, “What if we had our own?” Craning her neck to look at him, she asked for clarification about what he meant, “What exactly are you saying, Steve?” A soft, serene smile graced his lips as he humorously spelt it out for her, “Why don’t we ask Santa for our own kid this year?” More than thrilled with his suggestion, she kissed his lips multiple times as she excitedly kissed his lips repeatedly, “Yes, yes, yes! I’d love that so much!” Pleased with her response he hugged her as he uttered lowly, “Best part of trying for a kid is the sex we’ll be having.”

Baking together — general prompts

“Baby, can you come over here?” Will’s voice called for his girlfriend as he was laying down the ingredients he bought earlier. Appearing from the bathroom where she peed, she stood beside him as she placed a hand on the kitchen island, “What you got here, bub?” Opening the recipe for the Christmas cookies he found on the internet, he pointed to his tablet and the ingredients, “I need help baking cookies, please.” Y/N softly chuckled at how her man was pouting at her for needing help. “What are the cookies for, Will?”

Pushing away from the sink and heading over towards her, he trapped her between his body and the kitchen island as he revealed, “Well this is really the first time that I’ve been excited to spend the Christmas season,” The business consultant knew that when she tilted her head that she was confused with where his explanation was going so he just bluntly let it out, “I was hoping that us baking together could be our Christmas tradition.” Y/N could not help but feel the butterflies in her stomach erupt as she loved what Will had to say. Nodding her head excitedly,  she hugged him, “I’d love that so much, bubba. That can be our holiday tradition starting from now.”

Kissing under the mistletoe — general prompts

The Christmas Eve gala Carter threw was nothing short of elegant and alluring. But as the CEO had his arm wrapped around his girlfriend, it was the only proof he needed to believe that the night was elegant and alluring with her by his side; they both donned the color red in the suit he wore and gown she was dressed in. “You did a good job, Car,” Y/N whispered before pressing a kiss on the shell of his ear. Politely ending his conversation with one of his business partners, Carter smiled at her, “I think I did. I mean, I got myself a beautiful girl who loves me so much and is great at bed.” His jab resulted into her softly slapping his chest to which he only laughed at as he pressed a kiss on her cheek. “There’s something I wanna show you,” Allowing himself to be dragged away, he excused themselves just as some people were trying to start a conversation with them.

“What did you want to show me, angel?” Standing face to face at an empty hallway, he wondered about what it was she wanted to show him. With a grin — one that seemed innocent but the man knew better that if anything her mind had impure thoughts — she pointed a finger up and his gaze followed and smirked upon seeing a mistletoe hanging from above the ceiling. “My needy girl just wanted a kiss from me huh?” Nodding her head, his soft hands cupped her cheeks and pulled her in so he could plant an ardent kiss on her lips; smiling when he felt her claw at his back moan at the touch of his lips against hers. Breaking away from the kiss Y/N grabbed one of his hands — though Carter raised a brow with what she was up to but remained mum — as he guided his hand down her body he was surprised when she pressed his hand against her clothed core, “My panty has a mistletoe printed on it; does it mean you’ll kiss me there too?” Biting his lip as he got hot and bothered at the thought, Carter promised, “Angel, even without a mistletoe you can bet on it that I’m gonna kiss and fuck you down there.”

Friends w/ benefits  — trope prompts

Ransom rolled on the bed and faced where Y/N was laying; he shocked himself as he ran his finger over the shape of her face with a rare, loving expression on his face. Before going up to dress himself up he kissed her forehead then headed for the kitchen. As he was preparing a pot of coffee and some toast for him and Y/N, he smiled as he heard some footsteps coming from her bedroom; might be waking up already, he thought. The front door opened to reveal a woman who looked like Y/N, but he suspected was older given how she had wrinkles on her face and had gray spots in her hair. “Oh, am I in the wrong apartment? I swear this where my daughter, Y/N, lives.” Putting the puzzle pieces together, he reassured her, “Oh don’t worry you’re in the right apartment,” He pointed to her bedroom as he spoke, “She just woke up and is probably washing up.” Ransom introduced himself as Y/M/N did the same as they shook hands; before an awkward silence could envelope them, there was a soft ping that came from the coffee pot to announce that the hot beverage was ready, “Would you like a cup of coffee?” The older woman nodded as she removed her jacket and hung it on the coat rack, “Yes please; I also bought some bagels and croissants that we could eat.”

“Mom! What are you doing here?” Y/N gasped out in shock as she saw her mother placing down some food on the table; she was also quick to throw an apologetic look at Ransom. “Well seeing as you’ve never given me a direct answer on whether you’ll be spending Christmas Eve with me and your father, I decided to personally get an answer from you.” The trust fund baby quietly laughed at the exchange between the two women; he never witnessed a banter that was filled with love and genuine wit without disdain or revulsion mixed around in it. “Okay, fine I’ll go!” Y/N sighed up in defeat as her mother clapped her hands excitedly, “Is Ransom coming as well? It’s about time you introduced us to your boyfriend you know!” With widened eyes, the younger woman was at disbelief at the fact she knew the name of her fuck buddy; She wondered about how did Ransom introduce himself he was ahead of her in answering, “We’ve been together for just half a year now; but I guess Y/N was just embarrassed of me.” Flinching as her mother smacked her arm as she scolded about how you shouldn’t be ashamed about the ones we care about Y/N was quick to retort, “I’m not ashamed of you. But if you want you can meet my parents on Christmas.” Both Ransom and her mother were smiling wide — clearly excited for that day. As her mother excused herself to go the bathroom, Y/N was now left with the former playboy and she moved to stand beside him and was pleasantly surprised when he engulfed her in a hug, “Is this your subtle way of telling me you want to be more than friends with benefits?” He smirked at her after placing a kiss on her forehead to confirm that it was indeed what he wanted, “Don’t gloat too much about it, princess.”

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excerpt from The King of Eingard

Feryn bolts into the office, yelling, “Cygnus, the army is home!” and dashes out again. Cygnus abandons the report he’d been reading and runs after her. After the immediate footsteps of his guards, he hears everyone in the offices rise from their chairs to follow. Everyone is eager to glimpse the returning procession.

He pushes through crowds of clamoring citizens to the front of his palace, where he sees a seemingly endless line of horses and carts. At the front is Jes on her proud chestnut horse, in full army regalia and waving to everyone she sees. Other ruby wrist tattoos wave beside her, but Amina is not among them.

Harlan races out in front of him, and when Cygnus shifts, he sees them. Esther on a brown horse next to a woman waving to the crowd on a white horse. It takes him a moment to realize it’s Ruby, because this woman has short hair, shorter than his. Grace, they’ll really look like siblings now. Her muscles are bigger, too. Everyone’s are.

Cygnus feels like he could fly, or bloody sing, or shake hands with grace herself. He can’t be pressed to even remember what a rumor is, let alone worry about one. Grace at least granted one of his wishes, since the women are home safe with grins the size of Orenda on their faces. Even Esther is smiling, he can see, even from a distance, wide enough to show teeth.

(cut because this is a long one)

Amina and Evan are on the horses in front of Ruby and Esther. Amina is waving her sword to the people, and it catches the sun, drawing every eye to the shine. Evan looks like she’d love to stand up on her horse and wave, but she contents herself with standing half up out of the stirrups.

Ruby sees him- at least, he thinks she does- and her grin widens. She nudges Esther and points his way. Her mouth is moving, but the noise of the crowd is near deafening, and she’s far away, so he can’t understand a thing. If he’d thought the noise for Harlan’s return was loud…

Cygnus unfreezes his feet and runs, which seems to be the cue for the rest of the citizens to bolt for their returning loved ones. He clasps hands quickly with Jes as she dismounts, and with a few words promises to pay her and the regiment all the attention in the world later, but she understands. Furthermore, she pushes him towards his true destination, screaming, “Go!” over the noise.

Cygnus pushes his way through the crowd, which parts the moment they realize who he is. Harlan reaches Esther’s horse just before Cygnus does, and Cygnus watches, laughing, the undignified look of shock spread across Esther’s face as she dismounts and Harlan catches her. The ire quickly melts into content, and she pulls him into a rough hug. She grunts something in his ear and rubs his back.

Cygnus is so distracted by them he doesn’t notice Ruby dismounting and sliding into his own arms. She smells like travel and horse and fresh air, and he doesn’t think anything can banish the light in her eyes, bright and happy. He wonders if this is how he looked to Harlan upon his return from the beach. Like nothing could ever touch him.

Her hands are even more calloused than before, and the haircut is choppy and imperfect, but she’s his perfect country girl. She kisses his cheek and laughs, “I missed you,” into his ear.

“So did I,” he says, finding his voice. “So much.” She pulls back to look at him, and her grin is infectious. He smiles. “You cut your hair.”

She laughs again. “I did. Do you like it?” She swishes her head, still hanging onto him. She’s warm, and the sun is scorching them both, but he can’t bring himself to mind in the slightest.

He does like Ruby’s haircut. It makes her look older, and paired with that smile, he thinks this is the best she’s ever looked. “I do.”

“I got this, too!” Ruby tugs free of him to rummage in the saddlebag of her horse, and pulls out a tightly wadded piece of fabric. She unwraps it and shows him. It’s a bag.

“There was a merchant family living near Oar’s Rest that offered to look after the city while we were gone. They’re technically the first inhabitants. They’ll keep it from getting vandalized, and stuff.” She shrugs. “They have a son who’s got sword training. Anyway, the mother was talented with weaving, and made me this as a thank for you for my…deeds.” She grins awkwardly. Cygnus swears she forgets sometimes who she is. She calls it who she was. “Isn’t it lovely?” She feigns checking for eavesdroppers before muttering, “I have a feeling it’s going to become Esther’s, though. It’s the perfect plant carrying size.”

Cygnus laughs. It’s a large bag, sturdy grey-green with thick straps and pink and purple threads woven halfway down. Ruby beams at it like it’s her child.

“How was the limmet game?” he asks.

She laughs. “That’s what you want to know about?”

More laughter drifts from the left. He turns his head to see Amina holding Evan bridal style, spinning her around in circles. Evan’s long hair flows in the wind, and she screams in laughter.

And then Amina notices him. She sets Evan down, the same expression on her face as she wears before going into battle. Determined and utterly pleased.

“Out of the way, woman.” He’s torn away from Ruby and wrapped in Amina’s arms faster than he can blink. Squeezed would be a more accurate word.

“Welcome home,” he says into her shoulder.

She lets him go and looks him over. “You would’ve done well to be working out there with us,” she says with a wink. “You’re all skin and bones, like always.”

Cygnus grins. He’s missed her tough humor.

“You’re wearing the cloak!” She makes a face. “In this heat?”

“I’ll wear your gift whenever I damn well please.” He can’t keep the smile off his face. “How was your summer?”

She makes a noncommittal expression. “Fun, if you like back breaking work in the sun. I don’t know what we would’ve done without magic. Thank grace you waited this long to build a city, hm?”

“Any problems?”

She shrugs. “A few. Some surviving locals didn’t want their territory built on, and they tried everything from taking our things to destroying our work to pretending to be ghosts to make us go away.”

Cygnus raises an eyebrow.

Amina continues, “I’d rather not ruin the good mood right now, so I’ll tell you the rest later, but just know it’s all resolved. There are many who are happy we’re building there and are eager to move in.”

Cygnus nods, relieved.

Evan hits him like a storm, forcing him to pick her up. She laughs as he spins her around. She’s tan, he realizes. It looks good on her. Now that he’s looking, Ruby is tan, too. It looks even better on her, solidifying the country girl look. She looks like she was born in a cornfield and would happily die in one.

Amina looks faintly red where she isn’t the same stark white. He chuckles, imagining her whole body inevitably burnt red. He’d bet his life she doesn’t tan well. Otherwise his commander looks perfectly put together as always, just a little ruffled and dusty from travel.

Not only is Evan tan, but she has a new tattoo on her wrist: a familiar ruby.

“I missed you!” Evan says as he sets her down. “We’ve got so much to tell you.”

“I look forward to hearing it all,” he says, linking arms with her. “You got a new tattoo, I see.”

“I got three,” Evan says with a devilish grin, turning around and lifting up the back of her shirt to show him the one on the small of her back, a little unicorn. The third is on her bicep, a bow pulled taut that largens when she flexes her muscle.

He shakes his head and smiles, wondering how her parents will react to that. Hell, how Harlan will react to that.

Ruby slaps him on the back one final time and wanders to the other side of the horses, searching for Harlan, who comes around with Esther. Cygnus lets go of Evan to pull Esther into a hug, but she beats him to it. She thumps him hard on the back with a grin. The summer must’ve changed something in her. He glances at Ruby, who shrugs and says, “We all got very close over the summer,” before taking Harlan into her arms. Esther rolls her eyes.

Ruby with short hair. Evan with three new tattoos. Esther grinning and hugging him. What has this summer become?

Arm-in-arm with Evan and Ruby, Cygnus begins walking them towards the palace. Evan is chattering about her excitement to be back home, suggesting that they take a plunge into the sea before it grows too cold to do so. Cygnus brings up the terrible foot traffic on the docks, not to mention the boats coming and going, and how would they get out? “Magic,” Evan replies, and Cygnus knows he won’t win this battle. It’s a battle he’s happy to lose. Harlan has a mildly terrified look on his face which Cygnus mocks. They’ll get him in the ocean yet.

Harlan and Esther and Amina lead the horses. They’ll be some of the last ones to the doors.

Jes must’ve been given the job of organizing everything, since Amina is lingering with them, though Cygnus can see her itching to go help. He notices Tobias waiting beside his mother in front of the palace, and watches Jes fall over herself to make introductions when she notices them. Cygnus grins, fully intending to stand back and watch that chaos ensue when their little party reaches home.

“We may have oodles of things to tell you,” Ruby says, not yet aware of the people ahead, “but I’m sure you do, too. What have you been up to while we’ve been gone?”

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The Lives of Others (pt.2...)

so i honestly have no idea how long this story will be. my writer's block is bad today, so here is another chapter of this that I just finished earlier, most of it was written as a part of the last part, but I just didn't include it, enjoy (Ps. if you want me to tag you in any fanfic posts lmk)

tag (: @shit-in-silk-stocking

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It seems like hours pass and darkness has fallen over the camp. Rukovsky is now asleep in Legasovs lap. Her soft hair is splayed over his lap as her head lays on Scherbinas coat. Rukovsky’s light silky pink blouse is hanging over her thin body and her floral skirt is a crumpled mess. Scherbina watches her, quietly clicking a pen he pulled from his pocket. Legasov is mindlessly petting Rukovskys head, deep in thought. Rukovsky groans a little in her sleep.

Eventually, Pikalov returns and the men get up and hurry to meet him, leaving Rukovsky in the tent. Legasov is the first to exit the tent and he instantly approaches Pikalov, anxious to know the measurements.

“It's not three roentgen” Pikalov starts

The tension hangs in the air and it almost seems hard to breathe.

“It's fifteen thousand…” Pikalov continues

Fomin gapes at Pikalov, shocked and horrified. His mouth is moving as if to speak but no words come out. Bryukhanov scoffs and shakes his head, not believing what he has just heard. Legasov just closes his eyes, this is as he expected.

“Comrade Scherbina…” Bryukhanov begins, gaping at him.

Scherbina fixes a deadly stare on Bryukhanov who instantly goes quiet. He then turns to Legasov.

“What does that number mean?” Scherbina asks demandingly, clenching his fists.

“It means the core is open…” Legasov starts, swallowing the knot in his throat, “and the fuel is melting down. It means the fire we're watching with our own eyes i-is giving off nearly twice the radiation released by the bomb in Hiroshima”

He pauses and nervously fiddles with his glasses.

“And that's every single hour. Hour after hour” Legasov continues, checking his watch “Twenty hours since the explosion. So that’s forty bombs' worth by now”

He pauses and puts his glasses back on.

“Forty-eight more tomorrow. And it will not stop… Not in a week. Not in a month. It will burn and spread its poison until the entire continent is dead” Legasov continues exasperated and beginning to raise his voice.

Only silence follows as everyone absorbs what Legasov has said. Scherbina turns to the soldiers.

“Please escort Comrades Bryukhanov and Fomin to the local Party headquarters” Scherbina orders.

Bryukhanov and Fomin look at Scherbina in shock as the soldiers seize one of their arms.

“Comrade…” Bryukhanov manages to say.

“You are exscused” Scherbina says, drawing himself up and glaring down at them both in disgust.

“Dyatlov was in charge! It was Dyatlov!” Fomin cries as the soldiers escort them away.

Scherbina pays no attention to them and turns to Pikalov saying: “Tell me how to put it out”

“We'll use helicopters. Drop water on it, like a forest fire” Pikalov says with confidence.

“No-No you don’t understand” Legasov says stepping forward.

“You're dealing with something that has never occurred on this planet before” Legasov explains in horror.

Both men look at him as he pauses for a moment.

“This isn't a "fire". It's a fissioning reactor core burning at over 2,000 degrees” Legasov continues, his voice faltering as he raises it, “The heat will instantly vaporize the water—or worse, ionize it, and then you're-”

“Tell me how to put it out” Scherbina demands, turning on Legasov

“Sand. Sand and boron. Thousands of drops because the helicopters can't go directly over the core, so much of it is going to miss, and there are other-- risks-- but I don't see any other way” Legasov says, shaking his head as he removes his glasses to rub his temples.

“Are you sure about that comrade?” A silky voice says from the tent entrance.

It's Rukovsky. She is leaning heavily on one of the tent posts, Scherbinas coat resting on her boney shoulders. Her thin legs are trembling, and she must muster all of her strength to stay upright. The men look at her in surprise, for it is not apparent how much of the conversation she has heard.

“Mirra” Legasov says, his voice barely a whisper.

She takes a few steps forward, stumbling a little and trembling weakly. They watch in shock as she stands between Scherbina and Legasov. A moment passes and Rukovsky tilts her head, eyeing Legasov.

“It will create problems of its own, but there is no other way” Legasov says, stepping forward to stand beside her.

Rukovsky simply sighs and nods in response. She then leans against Legasov as he wraps his arm firmly around her small waist.

“How much sand and boron?” Scherbina asks, desperate but determined.

“Well I can't be as accurate as I'd-” Legasov starts

“For god's sake—roughly” Scherbina says exasperatedly.

“Five thousand tons” Legasov states as he looks toward the powerplant.

Pikalov and Scherbina exchange a look of surprise and worry. They know they must do as Legasov says if they want to stop the fire.

“And obviously we need to immediately evacuate an enormous area of-” Legasov continues

“Never mind that. Focus on the fire” Scherbina says irritated, glaring at Legasov.

“I am focusing on the fire. The wind is carrying the smoke, all that

radiation-- at least evacuate Pripyat! It's three kilometers away!” Legasov says, confronting Scherbina.

“Comrade… He is right” Rukovsky says as she looks up at Scherbina

“That is my decision to make” Scherbina declares, glaring at the both of them.

“Then make it” Legasov says, challenging Scherbina.

“I have been told not to” Scherbina replies, the anger rising in him.

“Is it or is it not your decision?!” Legasov says in frustration.

“I am in charge here!” Scherbina barks, asserting his dominance over the measly scientists, “This will go much easier if you talk to me about things you DO understand, and do NOT talk to me about things you do NOT understand”

Scherbina glares at them for a moment, but the sight of Rukovsky fills him with remorse. After glaring at them for a moment, Scherbina huffs in frustration and walks off.

“Where are you going?” Legasov calls after him

“To get you five thousand tons of sand and boron” Scherbina calls back before disappearing into the camp.

Legasov stands there in awe for a moment, still supporting Rukovsky. He looks around, feeling lost.

“There's a hotel” Pikalov says as Legasovs eyes fall on him.

Legasov just nods in response, but everything now seems so surreal. Legasov picks up Rukovsky, who gives little protest as he carries her over to a Red Army UAZ-469 that is waiting for them. He gently places her in the car, watching her grimace as she chokes back vomit. Legasov takes a moment before climbing in beside her.

Upon their arrival at the hotel, Legasov helps Rukovsky into the lobby. He places her in a chair and gently fixes her glasses.

“Would you like a drink Mirra?” Legasov says softly as he looks into her eyes.

Rukovsky manages a nod and swallows before saying: “That would be nice Valery Alekseyevich”

Legasov looks at her in surprise as he smiles a little.

“Just Valery is fine, there is no need to use my patronymic Mirra Nikolaevna” Legasov says as he shakes his head a little.

Rukovsky smiles a little and shakes her head. They sit in silence for a moment before Legasov makes his way to the bar. He orders himself a shot, requesting a clean glass. His mind is buzzing and he finds it hard to focus. A woman down the bar addresses him, he doesn’t reply as he takes another shot.

“…Is there anything to worry about?” The woman asks.

Legasov takes a moment, and he can feel his hair standing on end as time seems to slow.

“No…” Legasov manages to reply.

His mouth is dry, and his throat feels incredibly shut. Legasov orders another shot and the couple down the bar raise their glasses toward him. It seems odd, but Legasov brushes it off. He takes a glass back to Rukovsky who hasn’t moved from the chair he placed her in. She is staring out the window, lost in thought, as Legasov approaches. He can see that her eyes are watering and she is barely aware of her surroundings. Legasov places the glass on the table beside her as he takes a seat in the chair opposite her. Rukovsky looks blankly down at the glass for a moment before picking it up and downing. She then looks up at Legasov. He is a bit shaken by the somber expression in her face. No words are exchanged, but Legasov gently takes her hand, trying to comfort her. They sit in silence for a few moments, only the other people moving about the hotel making some noise in the background. Rukovsky begins to stand up, her thin legs trembling as she tries to push herself up, but she is far too tired and weak to stand. Legasov watches her for a moment before picking her up, once again in a bridal style, and carrying her up to his room. Legasov sets Rukovsky on the edge of the clean, neat bed.

“You should try to rest Mirra” Legasov says softly as he removes his jacket. “Valery, I-I should go get cleaned up… I-I…” Rukovsky says as she slowly sits up.

“I will get you whatever you need from your room, but I cannot, in good conscience, let you spend the night alone in this state” Legasov says softly as he looks over at her from across the room.

“Always such a gentleman…” Rukovsky says, shaking her head before continuing: “If you could just get my bag. All of my things should be neatly packed up”

Legasov smiles and takes her room key. In the few minutes he was gone, Rukovsky has made her way to the bathroom and thrown up. She is curled up on the bathroom floor when he returns. Legasov leans in the doorframe, looking down at her. Rukovsky meets his eyes as there is a knock on the door. As Legasov pulls open the door, he sees the large barrel-chested figure of Scherbina standing just outside.

“Is she with you?” Scherbina asks, his raspy voice very stern and serious.

Legasov nods in response and Scherbina barges into the room. Legasov watches the older man as he quickly looks around the room before looking back at Legasov. There is a moment of silence before Scherbina looks into the bathroom to see Rukovsky now leaning against the far wall, facing the door.

“Are you alright comrade?” Scherbina says softly as he stands in the doorway.

Rukovsky nods and smiles up at him weakly. “you may as well use my name comrade Scherbina” She says with a weak laugh.

Scherbina smiles a little and sits down on the edge of the bathtub beside Rukovsky. He pulls a bottle of vodka out of his coat and hands it to her.

“I know it is not much, but I thought you might like a proper drink” Scherbina says softly, looking from Rukovsky to Legasov, who is now standing in the doorway.

Legasov looks around the small bathroom and takes a seat beside Rukovsky on the floor, loosening his tie as he sits down. Rukovsky lays her head against Legasovs shoulder, the bottle of vodka resting in her lap.

“You two should drink it… or at least share it with me” She mumbles smiling at them.

After a few drinks, Rukovsky is laying in Legasovs lap. Scherbina and Legasov continue drinking and talking quietly. The bottle sits empty beside Legasov’s tie, and the men sit side by side, whispering to one another so not to disturb Rukovsky as she sleeps peacefully in their laps, her head and upper body lay in Legasov’s lap and the rest of her lays in Scherbina’s lap.

As the sky begins to lighten with the signs of early morning, the two men share a few moments of silence. They exchange a look before looking at Rukovsky.

“What can we do for her?” Scherbina asks, feeling a bit helpless.

“She should see a doctor…From what I can tell shes suffering from Radiation Poisoning” Legasov says softly, stroking Rukovsky’s hair.

Scherbina nods slowly before saying: “we should get her into bed… she will be more comfortable there”

Legasov nods quietly in agreement. Together, Legasov and Scherbina manage to move Rukovsky to Legasov’s bed without waking her. The sun has begun to rise and is barely cresting the horizon. Both men reek of alcohol, but despite being a little drunk, they must get back to work. Scherbina returns to his room to get ready for the day. Meanwhile, Legasov cleans up his bathroom a little before changing his clothes and freshening up a little. As he is pulling on his shoes, he cannot help but think of the consequences of coming to Chernobyl…