#jay ryan fluff

[filmbyjy]

GOOD MORNING

PAIRING: park jongseong x gn!reader

SUMMARY: spending a night at your idol boyfriend’s dorm was surely amazing but waking up next to him was even better.

GENRE: FLUFF😖 YOUR HONOUR THIS DRABBLE IS EXTREMELY ADORABLE😭 also jake is being salty as fuck bc you two woke him up and the poor baby is tired :(( belift let the boys have a good rest tyvm.

WARNING: mentioned ‘sex’ like once as a joke

NOTE: all I can say is…THIS IS MAKING ME WANT A BOYFRIEND👹 IM SO SINGLE TF

“jongseong~” you slurred out. your boyfriend giddily smiles. maybe drinking wine wasn’t a smart move since you had to go home. to be fair, you only drank because your boyfriend had just came back from tour. he was also the one who suggested drinking wine since he mentioned how it suits him more as compared to beer or soju.

your head rests on his shoulders.

“let’s get you to bed, love.” jay whispers. you whined.

“but if i go to bed...how will i see your pretty face? i haven’t seen it since 2 months ago.”

jay chuckles, “come on. you can see more of my face in the morning.”

you whined once again. jay pecks your forehead.

“let’s go. you can sleep in bed-”

“with you?” your eyes sparkled.

jay smiles before leaning in to give your forehead a peck. “with me.”

you giggled, “i get to sleep with such a handsome boy.”

jay snorts, “come on.” he lightly tugs on your arms.

you stood up and jay leads you into his shared bedroom with jake.

“alright-”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him forward after he tucks you in bed.

“mmm, sleep with me jongseong~”

with jake being in the same room as jay, he clearly heard whatever you drunkenly slurred out. the poor boy’s eyes widened.

“dude, this is my room too. please do the sex somewhere else.” jake gestures to the bathroom.

“fuck off, they’re drunk and they meant sleep as in not sex.” jay throws his ryan plushie at the boy. jake yelps as he attempts to dodge the plushie from hitting him.

you giggle, “I wouldn’t mind-”

“you’re drunk. goodnight.” jay slides into the covers beside you. “jake, shut the lights.”

jake grumbles, “fine.”

the next morning, you stirred in your sleep. you felt a grip tighten around your waist and so it caused you to wake up. you turned to the figure. you reached out to push back the fallen hair pieces away from his face (his god-like face).

your eyes trailed down to meet with his cute pouty lips. it looked irresistible and you wanted to possibly wake him up with a kiss.

but is it too much? you just woke up and was previously drunk on wine. would your breath stink? would your dear god-like boyfriend care? oh my god, what if he-

“you know, love. if you’re not going to do it. I will do it for you.” jay says.

“what?” you say in shock. his eyes flutter open and quickly meet yours.

“i mean what I said, my love.”

“jay, my breath stinks.”

“and? I want my morning kiss.” he says. you hid your face right on his chest. he chuckles. “come on, don’t be shy now.”

“no, this is embarrassing.”

“how is waking me up with a kiss embarrassing?”

“you caught me nearly doing it.”

“well you didn’t do it so i’m sad.” jay pouts.

“I don’t want to embarrass myself, jongseong.”

“do I look like I care? I want a kiss from the person I love.”

“nooo-” your whining gets interrupted.

“can you two shut the fuck up, I want to sleep. it’s fucking 8am in the morning and it’s an off day for us. if you wanna be all lovey dovey, go to the fucking kitchen.” jake barks out. seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

it left the room dead silent. jake slams his head back onto the pillows and fell fast asleep. both you and jay turned to each other.

“want breakfast?” you asked.

“do you count as breakfast?” jay teasingly asks. you smacked his arm. he winces.

“no. i’m not on the menu.”

jay chuckles before pulling you into a hug and pecking your lips.

that was a great a start to the day.

[theaawalker]

Fandoms I'll Write For

Marvel (not Iron Man, Starlord, Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, or Hawkeye, Drax, Victor Creed, Antman, Adam Warlocke, AG's Spiderman, or Cyclops)

DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

The Maze Runner (not Ava Paige, Jorge, or Janson)

My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

The Black Phone (not the Grabber or Mr. Blake)

Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

Sky High (not Zach or Speed)

Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

The Umbrella Academy (not Five)

TMNT (live action ver. only)

Dance Moms (not the final season)

Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

Sharkboy & Lavagirl

Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

Back to the Future (not Biff), Breakfast Club (not Bender), Sandlot, Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill), Mighty Ducks, The Outsiders (not Dally, Two-Bit, Randy, Bob, Steve, or Darry)

I’m willing to write imagines for underage characters so long as there's no romance (examples: hang out with the Losers Club at the barrens; go shopping with Eleven and Max; play baseball with Finney and Bruce). I’m allowed to deny any request and the longest I should take ever to write one is about 2 weeks. I’ll write smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, LGBTQ+, etc. Generally most of my x readers are female unless stated otherwise.

What I won’t write-

I won’t write anything to do with rape, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, romance with anyone younger than 18, gun play, anything about poo(sexually), anything about urine(squirting is fine considering it’s not technically urine), age gaps. See guidelines for more details.

Thanks for reading❤️

A.A. Walker

[bowieandqueen11]

Underwater / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Request: May I request an Adult Ben Hanscom imagine where the reader, who is married to Ben, is down in the sewer with the Losers and gets pulled under water by Penniwise? Our man Ben needs some reassurance from his wife that she's okay. Fluffyness! 🥰 

@may85 eek thank you darling!! <3

Warning, some swearing!

You wished, with all your heart, that you never had to smell the stench of this place again.

When you all finally arrived into the depths of the sewer, Mike and Bill leading the way as everyone else trailed so slowly, so unsure, behind them, that’s when you finally allowed your heart to sink.

This was real. This was actually happening. You’re no longer thirteen, you no longer have an excuse, a way out, a way to forget this. You either die here, or you die out there. 

The water the gang jumps down into is a turbid brown, the colour of sewage, or as Eddie fondly calls out again,

‘It’s still the same old fucking grey water.’ 

Branches have been blow in by the storm, and you gag a little, pressing your face into your husband’s thick back as he raises his eyebrows, wrapping one arm around your own as the two of you watch a small, glittery pink shoe swirl pass, like a relic from a time long forgotten as it floats by without a ripple.

‘Was that- was that Betty Rip-’

‘Don’t think about it hun’, Ben whispers, his thumb trying to tenderly stroke against the goosebumps that flash painfully against your arm, but his grip is tighter than he realises and he ends up digging in a small welt. The water eddies around them, but not that relaxed way water usually does: harshly, more like mini vortexes. You can hear Richie swear softly in front of you as Eddie bumps into him, loud ‘ah-ah, nope nope nope’s escaping his mouth as a half chewed teddy bear floats by his chest.

‘Come on guys, we need to get out of the water, it’s n-not f-far now.’

‘Is that supposed to reassure us?’, Richie whispers with a sigh, slapping his wet leg up onto the jagged stone mound as Eddie reaches down to help him up, his flashlight bouncing around on his head and illuminating different patches of the water in a shimmering light that reminds you of-

the deadlights.

Cold water is the most efficient thief of heat you know. It takes what it does not need. The water surges around your skin, rising up my leg on one side, making tiny eddies on the other the further you follow your friends. The weight of the water is almost enough to topple you, the temperature a dare, as if you were racing hypothermia with each wade through its murky depths. In front of you, your husband shivered against your arm, the water so cold it stung into his hips and flattened his shirt against him painfully. Every touch stole another part of his heat, leaching away a few more fractions of a degree. It crept up the fabric of his pants, clamping the icy fibres to his already frigid skin. But he kept going, because he knew in doing this, he could save you. And if killing a clown meant your nightmares would end, that you would be safe again, he would take on the universe one monster at a time.

Sensing your hesitation as the two of you finally start approaching the giant wall of rock where Eddie and Richie stand, brushing each other off with grimaced faces, Ben slowly turns around and pulls you slowly to him, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around your shaking body. The world around seemed to melt away as you squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end. The simple touch sent a wave of butterflies coursing through your veins, their fluttering wings easing the dread that had settled inside you.

‘I can’t do this Ben, not again, not after last time. What I saw-I saw-’

‘You are so brave, sweetheart, but this time, I’m not leaving you alone for a second. Plus,’ he says, elbowing you slightly with the biggest smile he can muster at the moment, ‘if you see the deadlights, I’ll just have to kiss you again to pull you out and back to me.’

‘Ben Hanscom, I swear!’, you mutter with a hoarse laugh, pulling your arms around his neck and burying your head into the curve of his shoulder. You just needed a moment, just one more moment with your husband in your arms, his hands tight against your hips, safe. 

Everything was okay.

Through the darkness behind your head came the glow of two yellow eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the ground, if only Ben’s had been open to see them, and if only Richie and Eddie hadn’t been having a mock fight over who’s married to who’s mother.. They moved with a slight sway, as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. The monster advanced on them, its physique hardly discernible in the shadowy twilight of the sewer. With each slow movement that belied the speed it was capable of, slime dripped, oozing great globs of phlegm and depositing them with light splashes into the water; it’s skin was gnarled, but crumpled and folded as if in the midst of changing form. Over it's belly lay crusty flaps of concave skin. The beast reeked of raw sewage and rotten fish. A smell that hit your nose with a rancid pang only a few seconds before it had reached the edge of your shoulder, and Ben had drawn himself away from his warm daydreams of you to open his eyes.

In a split second, it had torn you from Ben’s grasp and dragged you down into the depths with it.

Darkness enveloped you. The water closed in around, filling you with a deep dread as you kicked out against it’s knobbly arms and screamed against the claws that dug into your cheek and left bubbling scratches. Red and black splotches danced in front of you as you gave the clown one final desperate kick in the shin, wiggling out of its grasp as a desperate hot wave enveloped you, warming even your frosted toes. Your heart was beating rapidly in panic, the urgency for air was apparent than ever. There weren't red blotches in your field of vision anymore. It was all black. You opened her mouth, gasping for air, fighting until you feel like your head is about to explode. You have to take a breath. So you do. For some reason it doesn’t hurt like you thought it would. You’re not scared anymore, it’s almost peaceful actually. 

You begin to fall, dropping further and further into the darkness until it threatens to swallow you whole.

Ben knows he’s scared when those old fears run through my head, when he hears the taunting laughter of years past, when he was the ‘fat kid’ and punchline of teenage jokes. He knows he’s scared when these bad memories cut loose their chains and invade his confidence, eroding the person he had built since those dark days. 

But this time was so much worse.

The adrenaline flew over his veins like licks of fire, but he couldn’t move a single muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralysed him, and the more he thought about losing you, the more he thought each straggling breathe he pulled in as he dipped his head up above the water would be his last. If you died, he was going to die too. He didn’t remember being that scared in his life.

The rest of the group jump in after you with desperate cries, not one of them caring in the smallest bit for their safety as their stomachs and heads hit against the cold with tumultuous crashes and wake Ben from his nightmare, his own head being pulled down by his brain to desperately search for you in the darkness. Even Eddie dipped his legs in, not really swimming to search for you  so much as drowning slowly. Every few strokes he was swallowing the shitty water and within metres he was fully submerged, the light dying out with him.

It took you a few moments to register that there were other shapes, big square blocks floating around in the water with you. Something in the back of your mind seemed to recognise the sandy curls that brushed against your forehead, the callused and raw hands that grabbed at your biceps, every pinprick touch registering a shock to your skin as you allowed yourself to be taken away. You thought, as you see the face of your husband warp in front of you, that angels had finally come to take you away.

As the two of you break out of the water, Ben taking in a massive, gasping breathe, his shouts echo around the cavernous walls as the other’s begin to rise up one by one with shaking cries.

‘She’s here! She’s here, I’ve got her! I’ve got you.’

In that simple moment he wrapped his arms around you and you let your head rest upon his chest. All your thoughts stopped as if your heart took over from your head, your breathe beginning to catch itself as water spluttered up from your lungs and escaped in gasping coughs out of your lips. Next he would squeeze as if he needed to check you were really there with him, really there and really real.

You looked sharply up as he took your hands into his. They felt like sandpaper or perhaps stone, rough and unfinished. It suited him, you thought, looking into his deep eyes, his hands warm in yours as he brought them up to his lips, your nerves tingling at the harsh comfort of contact, your body melting into his hard chest, his heartbeat comforting, if a little rushed for your liking.

‘It’s okay, Ben, I’m okay.’

You pull your head back to look at him, your heart sinking as you reach up with a shaking finger to wipe away the tears that littered down his cheek, his lips twitching as your touch brings more relief than his heart can hold. He is eating you with his eyes, running his hand through your hair, as if he can't quite believe you’re not part of an almost forgotten dream. When he leans down to kiss you, it's sweet, gentle, and it tastes of his salty tears as he laughs against your warm mouth.

‘Hey, what did I say about not leaving you alone ever again? Please, don’t go, don’t go ever again, I couldn’t take it.’

[muschiettistrashmouth]

Snowball Fight - Jay Ryan

Summary: Y/N and Jay Ryan having a snowball fight.

Requested: Yes

Request: “Please do one for Jay”

Warnings: Maybe some swearing bc you know... I’m the female version of Richie Tozier

Oh Christmas! It was the most wonderful time of the year for you. All the snow and cocoa and cuddles! You just couldn’t get enough of it.

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas was blasting inside your house as you tried to make your mother’s famous Christmas cookies. She gave you the recipe when you started to live on your own, she simply said that now you were finally a grown up and could do things by yourself. Pff as if you didn’t when you lived together. 

Anyway… It was the day your boyfriend Jay would finally come home and have some time to spend with you after filming so much, you just wanted to have a wonderful time with him. 

 You started to sing along with the music when you felt his arms around you. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and tried to get some of the dough, but you slapped his hand away.

“Hey!” You laughed in his direction. “What do you think you’re doing, mister?”

“Eating cookies?” He grinned.

“That’s dough?!” 

“Yeah, but it’s so good.” He laughed kissing you again.

Your morning went just like this, kissing and cooking and oh how you loved this! You were making some cookies for your family, for some reason they decided to travel all the way to your city to spend Christmas, normally it was the opposite.

"So…" Jay started.

"Yeah?" You were taking the cookies from the oven.

"When are they gonna get here?" He was leaning on the counter looking at you with expectations.

"Around 9pm." You said not paying much attention. 

"So we have a lot of time to spend together, huh?" 

"I guess so" You stopped what you were doing. "What do you want to do?"

"We can watch your favorite Christmas movies and then we will see." 

And that's how you ended up watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas while cuddling on your couch. It was one of your favorite movies of all times and you just needed to watch it EVERY Christmas season.

"Why do you like it so much?" Jay was looking down at you while your head was resting on his chest.

"It reminds me of my childhood…" you stopped to think. "Huh, I'll have to watch it with my nephews tomorrow."

"That means I have to watch it again?" 

"Yeah." 

“Sweet!” He was genuinely happy with this information.

Time passed by and you ended up sleeping on top of him on the couch, only waking up when you heard a noise outside.

“Jay” you whispered. “I think I heard something outside.”

“Wait here.” He got up to get the baseball bat. “1...2...3!” 

He opened the door and your father was right outside with his hand ready to knock on the door.

“AAAAAH!” Both men screamed and you jumped off of the couch.

“Daddy!” You jumped on your father, hugging him tight.

You guys helped them get their stuff into your house when it started to snow again. 

“Jay.” You called him, he was with his back facing you. “Catch it!” You threw a snowball right on his face when he turned around.

“Oh, that’s how it is going to be, huh?” He gave you that face, the one you knew you were so done with the snowball fight.

Your mother and your brother stayed at the door watching the two grownups that you were throwing snow on each other’s faces

[moonlighttheravenqueen]

There's nothing to worry about / 2019! Ben Hanscom x reader

I've been waiting to do an imagine of Ben!😆 This may or may not trash so LOL

Warnings : pennywise and a lot of fluff!

I woke up to the sounds of our baby crying. I got up slowly,

"Honey go back to bed I got this."

The baby started crying even harder.

"Yeah you got this." I pick her up and kissed her cheek which made her stop crying, I sat on the bed humming to her. "I'm sorry I'm not doing so good it's just, I'm scared that IT will come."

"Ben, he won't hurt us, not if we fight back!"

"But where's the baby gonna stay?"

"With my mom and she'll be fine there or we take her with us and she'll be fine so take a deep breath and go change please?" He walks off and the baby starts moving around, "I know sweetie, daddy will be back in a minute."

Few minutes later

We went to the hotel.

Eddie ran up to me scared Like he saw a ghost, "OH MY GOD! HE TOOK THE BABY!?!?" he yelled at Ben and me. I slapped Eddie,

"The baby's is upstairs and she's fine so calm down!" I said hold his shoulder,

"HAHAHA! SHE SLAP THE HELL OF YOU!" Richie basically fall to the floor laughing. "Yeah but she didn't yell at a child like you did." Beverly added, "Look I just want go to sleep so I'll see you guys later." I said walking off to me and Ben's room.

Ben was taking awhile in the bathroom and it was worrying me. I knocked on the door and saw him crying on the floor, "What happened!?"

I haven't seen him like this in years, "Y/N........I'm not cut out to be a dad, and I'm scared that she'll grow up to hate me.

"Ben she would never hate you, you show her love all the time and I'm sure she knows. I wasn't ready to get pregnant but I did and now we're here and we're doing good!" I said kissing him Lovingly.

"Ugh! I forgot something in the car." I said getting up, ben gave me a worried look, "I'm just going to the car that's it." I kissed his cheek and went to the car

I got my extra pair of clothes and closed the door when I heard I weird sound. I looked around and saw nothing. I started walking when I saw the one thing that still scares me in my nightmares, one red balloons floating to me. I backed away when I read what it said.

"I've miss you Y/N"

I ran but stopped when i saw Henry, "Aww! Don't you see your real husband?"

My eyes couldn't believe what I'm seeing. It was Patrick without skin but he's long hair and same clothes, "H-how are you alive!? They said you died!"

"You know what they say about Derry baby, nothing ever really dies!" He said ran at me with a knife. I ran the other way when I saw pennywise, "That's not a nice way to treat your boyfriend, I think it's time you you float Y/N!"

I screamed as Henry grabbed his knife and pulled my shirt up. "Now it's time how you know it feels!" He stabbed my side and I screamed so loud I'm sure someone heard me. I saw ben running but stop when he saw who it was, "Say goodbye Ben!" I kicked Henry in the nuts before he could grab me and threw a really big rock that sent him running. I remember that rock war we had when we were Younger. "Baby are you okay!?" He pulled me close, everyone came running outside, Richie was holding the baby

"Th-th-This is why we have to stop pen-pennywise." Bill says.

Ben carried me to our room and fixed me up. "I know what you're thinking, you were scared of Henry and I can't blame you but......seeing Patrick look at me like was horrifying, I saw my whole life flash before my eyes." Ben put the bandage on my side and put me in the bed. Ben pulled my shirt up and looked at the bandage like how I did for him.

"I'm okay just get some sleep"

He took my shirt off so he could see if I was bleeding out, Eddie came in.

"She's fine but she shouldn't move a lot or she could die." Ben had a heart attack.

"Eds I'm fine, I just want sleep." Eddie closed the door and I turned off the light, Ben started kissing my bandaged side like when I was pregnant how he could kiss my stomach so the baby would stop kicking so I didn't have to go back to the bathroom. I pushed myself into his chest feeling so safe.

More crying started and I went to get up but a really bad pain hit my side,

"Honey let me do it"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah just sleep, we need to be up early so we can talk about this plan"

"Aww." Ben was confused as to why I'm in awe, the baby was fast asleep in his arms and he didn't even notice it.

"I told you, you're an amazing dad and she knows." I smile at him and the baby.

[pinkdalias]

Plenty of Seas in the Universe

Ryan, Akmazian and Maddox visit the beach together.

Ship: Ryan/Akmazian/Maddox

Word count: 1961

AO3

The cerulean water lapped rhythmically at Ryan's ankles, just teetering on the edge of too-cold and raising goosebumps on his skin. The soft squish of the pale sand as he dug his toes in was satisfying, though, and the pleasant warmth of the golden sun was a delightful contrast to the ocean. He rolled his shoulders back and tilted his head to the sky, eyes fluttering shut and a smile crawling its way across his face. He let a pleased hum escape him. To his right a familiar low chuckle rumbled outwards.

"Enjoying yourself there, Ry?" Akmazian teased, squeezing their interlaced hands. Ryan cracked open an eye and smiled at him.

"Absolutely. I mean, it's not like I have the chance to bask in the sunshine very often back on EOS 10," he replied lazily. Akmazian ducked his head in acknowledgement. 

"Yeah, I'll bet that's true," he muttered, eyes gleaming. "Just look how pale you are!" His other hand reached out to pinch Ryan on the ribs, making him yelp and jump away, subsequently splashing Akmazian with frigid water and colliding with Maddox on his left. David stumbled slightly, but recovered quickly and disentangled his hand from Ryan's left in favour of wrapping it around his waist. Ryan glanced upwards and leaned easily into the taller man, eyeing Akmazian warily.

Akmazian stared at the recently soaked hem of his shirt, then back up to Ryan. His eyes narrowed.

"Oh, that's it," he started, and shifted like he was about to kick water over onto Ryan and David.

"If you get me wet, Ak, I swear to god I will ruin your life," Maddox warned, glaring. Akmazian paused and gazed at him calculatingly--Ryan just knew he was trying to figure out exactly how to splash Ryan without hitting David. Ryan raised an eyebrow daringly at Akmazian, waiting to see if he'd follow through on his threat. Apparently David also knew exactly what Akmazian was thinking, because he tugged Ryan closer and wrapped both arms around him, dropping a quick kiss into his pink hair.

"Also, you're not allowed to get my human shield wet either," he smirked. Ryan gaped at him.

"Wha--human shield?! I'll show you human shield!" he yelled, wriggling out of his boyfriend's grip and stomping hard, making a tiny splash of water and sand flick its way up Maddox's legs. The man just gave him an unimpressed look, when suddenly a wave of cold splattered against Ryan's back. He turned, spluttering, and levelled his most murderous glare at Akmazian, who held a cheeky grin and dripping hands.

"You're dead," Ryan warned, and lunged towards him, kicking up a storm of salt water.

Akmazian laughed and fended him off with upsetting ease, splashing Ryan back with vigour.

"Shit!" Ryan shrieked after a particularly big splash. "You got my shirt soaking wet!"

"Why don't you take it off then," Akmazian leered, and flashed a flirtatious wink. Ryan narrowed his eyes, but... well, he was drenched anyway, what harm could it do? He ducked his head and pulled his shirt off in one swift movement, chucking it onto the sand and turning back to face his boyfriend. Behind him, Maddox's manic laughter was abruptly cut off with a choked wheeze, which made Ryan smile. And, judging by Akmazian's stunned silence and wide eyes, he hadn't actually expected Ryan to go through with it.

Ryan kicked a huge wave of water at Akmazian. The other man flinched and snapped out of his shock, a downright dangerous look appearing on his face. Never one to be outdone, he quickly tore his own shirt off and chucked it in the sand before rounding on Ryan.

“Oh, crap, David?” he began backing away further into the sea and away from Ak’s outstretched hands.

“Yeah?” Maddox replied dazedly, and when Ryan looked over he was still staring at Ryan’s chest.

“Protect me!” Ryan screeched, and stumbled further away into the gentle rolls of waves when Akmazian lunged. David laughed as Akmazian grabbed at Ryan, then pulled his own shirt off and threw it on the dry sand before wading in after them. Ryan fought Akmazian off, the other man grinning with wild determination, but couldn’t help the burst of shocked laughter that escaped him when Akmazian managed to get both hands around his waist and lift him into the air.

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed, clutching at Akmazian’s arms.

“Hold your breath!” he hollered. Ryan’s eyes widened.

“No, no, don’t you dare! Ak, I swear, if you drop me--” he struggled to get out of his boyfriend’s arms, and Akmazian stumbled.

“Whoa, good doctor, calm down,” he laughed, “I’m not gonna dunk you!” Ryan shot him a glare, then leaned to the side to see where Maddox was standing waist-deep in the water. He looked at him pleadingly.

“Babe, help me out!” he whined. David just laughed at him, the traitor. Ryan scowled and wriggled around, but froze when Akmazian’s grip on him slipped.

His eyes widened and suddenly he was slipping, falling, and then he was crashing and submerged in the water and fuck, that was cold! He took a moment to find his feet in the sand as a wave softly pushed him around, then burst sputtering out of the water. Akmazian’s eyes were wide with shock, but he was giggling, whereas David was practically bent in half cry-laughing. Soggy pink hair flopped into Ryan’s eyes and he swept it out of the way in annoyance, looking murderously at Akmazian.

“You dropped me,” he hissed.

"I’m sorry,” Akmazian managed between laughter, reaching out to him apologetically. “I honestly didn’t mean to, darlin’, my apologies.” Ryan crossed his arms and harrumphed, but didn’t pull away when Akmazian pulled him into a hug. It was just an opportunity to get Akmazian wet in return, and hey, he was really warm.

“Sorry,” Akmazian repeated, and tilted Ryan’s face up for a kiss. Ryan (begrudgingly) let him. Then David sloshed over to them and flopped over Akmazian’s back, pouting.

“Do I get a kiss?” he asked.

“I don’t recall dropping you into the water,” Akmazian pulled away from Ryan to say. Maddox poked his tongue out childishly, and Ryan disentangled himself from Akmazian to grab David’s arm.

“You’re my favourite now, seeing as you haven’t dropped me in the ocean,” he stated. Akmazian let out an offended puff of air, but David smiled indulgently and slid off Akmazian’s back so he could hold Ryan’s hand.

“You say that like I wasn’t already your favourite,” he teased. Ryan tilted his head up expectantly, and Maddox kissed him softly on the mouth once, twice, then pulled away and dropped a kiss onto his forehead. (Ryan wasn’t blushing, okay). Akmazian pouted at them, to which Ryan just laughed. He let go of Maddox’s hand and drifted into deeper water again, bracing himself against the cool temperature until his body slowly adjusted to it.

Ryan had been swimming since he was a child, it was practically second nature to him. Of course, on EOS 10 the only place to go swimming was a chlorinated pool, and the sea was different in a lot of ways. For example, he was constantly surfacing to rub the salty brine out of his eyes, because it stung like nothing else. There was a current here, too: it swept him up gently, trying to coerce him into floating out into the deep water; but Ryan fought it back with ease and a few lazy kicks. He bobbed on the waves as they rolled in, too calm to crash and break into white foam, but just strong enough to lift him up and down. He floated on his back, and sunk into the familiar sense of peace that came with the sound of his ears being underwater. Ryan soon realised was probably getting sunburned, though--this planet’s ozone layer left much to be desired.

He twisted in the water and flipped over. It only took a few strokes to bring him to where he could touch the ground, and when he looked up it was to a heart-warming sight. Maddox was clinging to Akmazian like an octopus, arms looped around his neck and legs wrapped around Akmazian’s waist. Akmazian held him up with ease in navel-deep water and their foreheads were pressed together, Akmazian murmuring something while Maddox smiled fondly. It made Ryan’s chest hurt in an uncomfortable, squeezing kind of way--he almost couldn’t bear it. He was really, really happy; he wondered briefly if the chip in his brain was going to kick in, because surely anything that made his heart feel like this couldn’t be normal.

He quietly swam to shore and wandered up the sand, picking up their shirts and hissing at the burning grains of sand until he reached their bags. He shoved the shirts in haphazardly and dug around as quickly as possible until he pulled out an old Earth polaroid camera. He didn’t really know why, but he loved the thing and it made this holiday feel perfect: there was just something about holding a picture in his hands and watching it slowly develop rather than seeing it projected onto a screen, something that made everything so much realer and more tangible, that truly captured the frozen moment. With that in mind he brought the camera up to his face and focused it on the pair still in the water--both still smiling, with their heads ducked down like they were sharing a sweet secret--and snapped a photo.

The film began to print immediately, and he carefully dried his hands off on a towel before grabbing it. He watched for a minute as the photo developed, taking in the individual little details: the sapphire glittering of the water, the way Akmazian’s dark skin shone in the light, the contented curl of David’s body as he was effortlessly held up. That warm, fuzzy feeling bloomed in Ryan’s chest again, and he smiled before carefully putting the camera and the photo away.

“Do you guys want ice cream?” he shouted to the pair, who looked over at him from their position in the water.

“Who’d say no to that?” Akmazian called back, and Maddox shot him a thumbs up.

“Well, are you coming? I’m not carrying three back!” Ryan yelled impatiently, but when David and Akmazian linked their hands with his and bumped their shoulders together as they walked along the shore, it became really hard to keep a stupidly-in-love grin off his face.

For a long time after that trip, four photos sat on Ryan’s bedside table, neatly framed together and obviously cherished. One was of Akmazian and Maddox holding each other happily in the ocean; another was of David with his legs buried in the sand, eyes squinting joyously as he grinned and Ryan tossing his head back with laughter as he patted more sand down; the next was of Akmazian lounging in a hammock with Ryan curled up next to him, eyes shut and a content little smile on both of their faces as the shade from a tree played across their features; and the final one was a selfie, the shot slightly blurry but picking up clearly on way all three could barely keep the grins off their faces, David and Ak leaning in to press a kiss against both of Ryan’s cheeks, and Ryan blushing lightly with a huge grin on his face and his eyes fluttered shut. It captured the burning orange sunset behind them in a blur of vibrant colour. Every time Ryan glanced at those photos, just before he went to bed and as soon as he woke up, that same warm, lovely feeling in his chest bubbled up and he couldn’t help but smile.

[charlieism]

Love

A Shyan fic I wrote at 2AM because I was feeling sappy I guess?? It feels a lot different to me than how I usually write lol but I hope it’s okay anyway.

"Do you not know how love works?" Ryan utters softly, looking at Shane with an expression that the taller man can't quite place.

Immediately a million thoughts and memories spring forward into Shane's mind.

"Do you not know how love works?" Ryan utters softly, looking at Shane with an expression that the taller man can't quite place.

Immediately a million thoughts and memories spring forward into Shane's mind: the countless amount of times Ryan has made him laugh so hard that his stomach hurts and he can't breathe, the friendly banter they so easily exchange, the times when they're in a supposedly haunted house and Ryan grabs his jacket, or his hand, for support and the feeling of butterflies in Shane's stomach every single time it happens. He thinks of the the way that the conversations flow so easily, of every wheeze they've shared, of the time he got chased by a bee and Ryan teased him, then jumped from his seat in fright as it flew back towards him and they both laughed so hard they nearly had tears in their eyes. He remembers how the sunlight felt, and how nice it made Ryan look, and how Ryan made him feel warmer than the sun ever could. Images flashed to mind of them staying up all night together after exploring 'haunted' locations, of Ryan cuddling closer to him, of the deep conversations and secrets they spilled at 2AM when they lost their filters and just talked. Shane thinks about all their inside jokes, of the way he feels when Ryan smiles, of how when Ryan laughs he can't help but join in. He recalls how even though he doesn't believe in any of the nonsense Ryan loves to ramble about, he sits and listens because he likes hearing Ryan talk, and likes seeing him so excited. He remembers how easy it is to be himself around him, of how Ryan lights up when they talk, the warm fuzzy feeling Shane gets when they smile goofily at each other after acting stupid or cracking a dumb joke, and how light the atmosphere always is. He thinks about how happy he always seems to be around Ryan. He thinks about the time they gazed at the stars together, of comforting Ryan when he got afraid, of Ryan joking around with him until he relaxed, of the times he found himself gazing at the other and how sometimes he would catch Ryan staring back. Of the time they sat in a tub together and cry laughed because the jets didn't work and of how he walked through creepy forests at midnight for Ryan. He thinks of how there never seems to be a dull moment when they're together, of all the delicate moments and glances Shane only seems to notice when they're editing videos, of how he once nearly spat out his water because Ryan is able to make him laugh so hard and suddenly, like nobody else can, about how no matter how much time they spend together Shane still looks forward to talking to him, still smiles uncontrollably and laughs to much, still gets a warm feeling in his chest when Ryan smiles at him and how he still thinks Ryan looks good no matter what. He remembers how Ryan plucks spiderwebs from his hair and fiercely defends his tiny height, and how they can bicker and argue and banter but it never stops the happy, bubbly feeling from rising in Shane's chest whenever he sees Ryan smile so hard his eyes sparkle.

A second has passed.

Shane thinks about the soft look in Ryan's eyes in this very moment as the other man gazes at him gently, affectionately.

Shane leans back in his chair.

"Maybe I don't," he replies.

[marsrblg]

"𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬."

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hi :) i'm mars (he/they). i've seen a lot of authors say that they prefer reblogs over likes, so i will be using this blog as a place to reblog male/gn fics. most of them will be fluff (bc angst makes me sad ://) and i will not be rebloging smut.

[main acct - @tokyocyborg]

[writing acct - @niki-phoria]

(list of ppl/characters i will rblg for under cut)

masterlists are being linked

스트레이 키즈 (Stray Kids) (sometimes) (tagged as skz)

pt 02

Bang Chan (tagged as bang chan)

Lee Minho

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

Han Jisung (tagged as han)

Lee Felix

Kim Seungmin

Yang Jeongin

엔하이픈 (Enhypen)

(single member ver)

(multiple members ver)

(multiple members ver pt 02)

(hyung line ver)

i made another one lmao

Lee Heeseung

Jay Park

Jake Sim

Park Sunghoon

Kim Sunoo

Yang Jungwon

Nishimura Riki

투모로우바이투게더 (Tomorrow by Together) (tagged as txt)

Choi Soobin

Choi Yeonjun

Choi Beomgyu

Kang Taehyun

Huening Kai

방탄소년단 (Bangtan Sonyeondan) (sometimes) (tagged as bts)

(yoongi fic recs)

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jeongguk

僕のヒーローアカデミア (My Hero Academia) (tagged as bnha) these are so bad i'm so sorry

pt 02

pt 03

pt 04

students:

Midoriya Izuku

Bakugo Katsuki

Todoroki Shoto

Tamaki Amajiki

Kirishima Eijiro (sometimes)

Kaminari Denki

Hitoshi Shinsou

heros:

Aizawa Shota (usaually platonic)

Takami Keigo (tagged as hawks)

villians:

Todoroki Touya (Dabi) (tagged as dabi)

Shigaraki Tomura

The Walking Dead (tagged as twd)

Rick Grimes (sometimes)

Carl Grimes (tagged as carl grimes)

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

文豪ストレイドッグス (Bungo Stray Dogs) (tagged as bsd)

Nakahara Chuuya

Dazai Osamu

ディアボリックラヴァーズ (Diabolik Lovers)

Shuu Sakamaki (sometimes)

Reiji Sakamaki (sometimes)

Ayato Sakamaki

Kanato Sakamaki

Laito Sakamaki

Subaru Sakamaki

Ruki Mukami (sometimes)

Kou Mukami

Yuma Mukami (sometimes)

Azusa Mukami

에이티즈 (Ateez) (discontinued)

Kim Hongjoong

Park Seonghwa

Jeong Yunho

Kang Yeosang

Choi San

Song Mingi

Jung Wooyoung

Breaking Bad (discontinued)

Jesse Pinkman

Scream (1996) (very rarely)

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

오징어 게임 (Squid Game) (discontinued)

Gi-hun (platonic)

Jun-ho

Sae-byeok

Ali (sometimes)

Criminal Minds (discontinued)

Aaron Hotchner (sometimes)

Spencer Reid

Jennifer Jareau (platonic)

Derek Morgan (platonic)

Penelope Garcia (platonic)

Emily Prentiss (platonic)

David Rossi (platonic)

Batman (sometimes)

Beuce Wayne (platonic)

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd (usually platonic)

Tim Drake

Damiab Wayne

Maze Runner (discontinued)

Thomas (platonic)

Newt

Minho

デスノート (Death Note)

L Lawiet

Yagami Light

Mello (sometimes)

Near

지금 우리 학교는 (All of Us Are Dead) (tagged as aouad)

Cheong-san

Su-hyeok (sometimes)

Stranger Things (discontinued)

Mike Wheeler

ハイキュー!! (Haikyu!!) (discontinued) (tagged as hq)

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Sugawara Koshi

Nishinoya Yu

今際の国のアリス (Alice in Borderland)

Arisu Ryohei

Chishiya Shuntaro

*i will not rblg fics about/centering nigari. he's a fucking rapist*

Supernatural (very rarely)

Dean Winchester (sometimes)

Sam Winchester

Castiel

NCT Dream (sometimes)

Mark Lee

Huang Renjun

Lee Jeno

Lee Donghyuck

Na Jaemin

Zhong Chenle

Park Jisung (tagged as jisung)

NCT 127 (sometimes)

Lee Taeyong

Moon Taeil

Johnny Suh

Nakamoto Yuta

Kim Doyoung

Jeong Jaehyun

Kim Jungwoo

Mark Lee

Lee Donghyuck

Dong Sicheng (tagged as winwin)

Shameless (sometimes)

Carl Gallagher (tagged as carl gallagher)

The Flash (sometimes)

Barry Allen

Batman

Bruce Wayne (platonic)

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake (<33)

Damian Wayne

The Quarry

Dylan Lenivy

Abigail Blgy

Emma Mountebank

Jacob Custos

Kaitlyn Ka

Nick Fucillo

Ryan Ezrahler (<33)

Laura Kearney

Max Brinley

SK∞ エスケーエイト (SK8 The Infinity) (tagged as sk8)

Kyan Reki

Hasegawa Lagna

Sakurayashiki Kaoru (tagged as cherry)

Chinen Miya

Genshin Impact

arataki itto

xiao

tartaglia (tagged as childe)

scaramouche

zhongli

[hockeyboysimagines]

All good boys go to Heaven, but bad boys bring Heaven to you.

Chapter 10

Warnings: Hospitals, labor, birth, Covid-19, language,angst, fluff.

Well this is it guys! We’ve reached the end! I will miss this series a lot, but fear not. I have some fun little sequels planned for this! Stay tuned! Now that this is finished you can expect some more updates to PLD and Carter and maybe even a new fic! Thank you so much for all the likes, comments, asks, revolve and feedback on this! Let me know what you guys think!

-💕

P.s- I know we all love long haired Matthew but this is peak Matthew for me. Damn.

Things in both of their lives were finally blissful.

And peaceful.

In the few weeks after they announced to friends and family that they were expecting, Matt moved out of the apartment with Noah and into Hallie’s for the remainder of the season. She was definitely taking pregnancy hard, and came home most nights and promptly fell asleep. She wasn’t showing yet, but more than once Matt found her standing in front of the mirror looking at her stomach. There was no more Allie, or Ryan or any kind of distraction. It was him and her and things were easy.

The world seemed to stop in March. Covid was sweeping through the world, killing thousands and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

“This is terrible.” Hallie said as they watched the news. They were lying in bed, tangled in a blanket as the news showed sickness and death all over the world. Hallie, being pregnant, had been immediately sidelined from work. Her supervisor had turned her right back around when she came in for work and told her she could work, paid from home. Her doctors had her under strict instructions to stay away from crowded places, and avoid contact with people as much as possible.

On March 12, the NHL officially suspended the season, leaving a lot of people confused about what was happening.

“What are you guys going to do?” Carly asked over FaceTime. Matt and Noah had been summoned to the rink for a meeting with the coach and GM.

“Honestly I’m not sure. Keith and Chantal were expecting both of us this summer anyways, so I’m guessing if things aren’t picking back up anytime soon that’s the plan. I can work from St. Louis, since I’m not allowed to come in. What about you?”

“We haven’t talked about it. I would assume Noah is going to go home also, but I’m not. If that happens, Jay said he would move in with me temporarily so I’m not alone.” She sounded sad.

“I’m sorry Car. Hopefully this is all over soon.”

It wasn’t.

Calgary called the season quits, and everyone began making plans to head back to their respective homes. She would go to St. Louis with Matthew and stay with his family. They had packed up the essentials in her apartment the day prior and had phoned Keith and Chantal to let them know about their travel times.

“I’m so excited for you guys to come stay with us.” Chantal gushed on the other end of the screen “Hallie is there anything you need before you get here?”

Hallie shook her head “No I don’t think so. But thank you.”

“I took the liberty of cleaning Matthews room, because it was unlivable. And I picked up new sheets and some good soaps and lotions for you. Also I couldn’t help myself I bought-“

Matthew started laughing “Mom will you calm down.”

“I’m just so excited!!” She squealed. Hallie closed her eyes and smiled. She was so thankful to have them, especially since she didn’t have her own parents. They would be heading to St. Louis in 3 days, and though it wasn’t recommended Hallie had no choice but to fly. Her doctor said it would be fine, but Matthew was nervous.

“It’ll be fine.”

“I’m just worried something will happen. Which is why I found a doctor in St.Louis that you can see when we get there. I’ve already made you an appointment. Just to be safe.”

Hallie smiled and ran her fingers through his hair “Thank you Matty.”

The flight was easy, and over faster than she thought it would be. Keith, Chantal and Taryn were waiting for them at the airport, enveloping both of them in tight hugs.

“Oh you look great honey. How are you feeling?” She asked once they stepped outside and removed their masks.

“I’m feeling better now that I’m past the first trimester. That was brutal.”

“Oh trust me I know. Brady was the worst-“

“Still is.” Matthew and Taryn muttered.

“But you’ll have plenty of time for rest. It’s going to be nice and warm in the next few weeks.”

They loaded their bags and headed to the house. It was large and spacious, with a big beautiful yard and a back deck, ideal for sitting out on. While Hallie was excited she really just needed a nap. The plane ride, and pregnancy had exhausted her.

“Go ahead. I’m not tired. Brady is getting in later so I’ll probably go along to pick him up.”

She nodded and yawned, giving him a kiss before laying down and falling into an easy sleep. She woke a few hours later, to find the house quiet and nearly empty. Taryn was sitting on the sofa reading, but smiled and closed her book when she saw her.

“Feel better?”

“Oh god yes. Where is everyone?” Hallie sat down and looked around.

“They went to pick up Brady. So are you excited?”

Hallie smiled. Taryn was bright eyed and smiling wide “Are you?”

“More than you know. I just can’t believe I’m going to be an aunt. Matthew is so happy. You should have heard him while you were napping.”

Hallie cocked her head to the side and Taryn continued “ He was just saying about how excited he is to be a dad and how he loves you and he’s just so happy. I’ve never seen him this way. It’s nice.”

Hallie ran a hand over her stomach. She had a firm bump, barely even visible but it was there. Matthew constantly had his hands on it, and refused to let her do anything strenuous.

She and Taryn chatted for a while before she heard a car and the front door open. Keith, Chantal, Matthew and Brady came through the door with bags, some luggage and others plastic bags from the store. Brady set a bag down and reached out to give her a hug.

“Hey sis in law. How are you feeling?”

“Tired. But happy to be here. How was your flight?”

Matthew was smiling as he set several of the bags on the counter and listened to Brady and Hallie chatting. She fit into his family so seamlessly it was like it was meant to be. Here she was talking and joking with them like she’d known them for years, and in less than 9 months she’d be the mother of his first child.

Man was he lucky.

Quarantine passed by slowly. The weather in St.Louis got nicer, and “Stuck with the Tkachuk’s” became a thing. It was a little silly, listening to Matthew and Brady argue, but Hallie was having so much fun watching it all go down. Chantal made sure to keep her off the camera, as the media would have a field day with the fact that an unidentified pregnant girl was in the videos, but she was in attendance for every single one.

“Look at your bump!” Keith exclaimed when she came outside to get in the car. They were heading to play baseball today, it was pleasantly warm and the sun was shining. Hallie smiled.

She was wearing a purple sundress, and her baby bump was definitely showing. Matthew was standing behind her, smiling proudly.

“You really are so cute.” Chantal said from the passenger side of the car.

“I don’t feel very cute. I feel like a bus.”

“Stop that.” Taryn scolded “Even pregnant your still a babe.”

She was having a lot of fun though. The Tkachuk’s were like the family she never had but always wanted. Spending time with them made her feel downright warm and fuzzy inside. Brady and Taryn had taken to calling her their sister-in-law, and Keith and Chantal had introduced her as their new daughter. She and Matthew spent a lot of time lounging together, looking at baby stuff, and brainstorming baby names. It was all very domestic and made her feel for the first time like she was on earth to do something. She was put here with these people, in this place to serve a purpose.

She was born to be a mom.

“Ready to go?” Matthew asked from the doorway. The crew was going to the lake to film another episode of Stuck with the Tkachuk’s. Hallie was looking forward to a nice sunny day on the boat. She, Taryn and Chantal had masked up and gone shopping the day prior for bathing suits, and anything needed for the day. Hallie had a very cute but noticeable bump by now, and she was wearing a gauzy overlay over a black two piece. Matthew was shamelessly staring at her, completely ignoring everything Brady was saying to him until he gave him a smack.

“Dude. She’s already pregnant, try to contain yourself. What do you think is really gonna go down here?”

“Oh you underestimate me little brother.”

“Your sick man. Sick.”

As summer dwindled by the NHL created the bubble. Matthew was torn. He wanted to play, but the idea of leaving Hallie in St. Louis wasn’t very appealing. But after a lot of encouragement and discussion he begrudgingly packed his belongings and headed back to Canada. The night before he was set to leave they laid in bed, one hand on her ever growing belly, fingers floating across her skin.

“You’ll be back before you know it.”

“I know, I just. I don’t know.” She giggled and ran a hand through his hair. It was so long, and wildly curly, along with more facial hair than she had ever seen on him before. She scratched at the scruff.

“I hope this kid gets your hair.”

He shook his head “No way. Have you seen it lately?”

“I like it. I like to pull on it.” She gave it a gentle tug. He whipped his head towards her with a small smile.

“Don’t play with me Hal.”

“Or what?”

Matthew smiled mischievously and leaned in to kiss her.

The next day was tough. He was sad and excited and it was way too early to be feeling both of those emotions. He said goodbye to his parents, and siblings, and then Hallie. She smiled at him as he rested his chin on her shoulder, arms wrapping around her waist.

“Don be sad. I’ll be here waiting for you when you come home.”

“If anything happens. Anything. You call me and I will come home.”

She never had to. The Dallas Stars knocked the flames out of the playoffs in 6 games. The bubble was tough on Matthew. He felt like he was missing out on the best part of Hallie being pregnant. She FaceTimed him every day, no matter what time he was available. But his parents took great care of her in his absence. He was shocked when he came home, to find how much she had changed. Her bump, which had been small when he left, had grown a lot.

“Oh my god.” He said eyes wide. She glanced down and smiled.

The feeling of movement under his hand was so amazing to him.

“Pretty cool huh?” She said with a smile.

It was real then. Not that it hadn’t been real before, but the fact that in just a few short weeks he would have a crying, screaming, real live baby.

“I’m so scared.” He said quietly one night. They were laying stretched out in bed, and she was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra, and he was watching her belly move as the baby tumbled around.

“Don’t be scared. Your gonna be a great daddy.” She ran her fingers over his cheek and watched his eyes close. They had elected not to find out the gender, happy to be having a baby at all especially after the accident she had before she found out about being pregnant. They had a responsible, socially distanced out door baby shower for her, and the Tkachuk’s house was overflowing with stuff. But they couldn’t be more excited.

Boy or girl it wouldn’t have mattered. She had never felt more support in her life, and sometimes it brought tears to her eyes. But the real surprise would come before the baby.

“Where are we going?” Hallie asked as she felt Matthews hands grasp her own and pull her from the passenger seat of the car. He had been so excited when he woke her up that morning, instructing her to shower and get dressed, and then meet him downstairs for a surprise.

“Are you ready?” He asked, giving her hand a small squeeze.

“Yes.”

He very gently removed the blindfold and she blinked several times. Standing in front of a pale yellow house was the Tkachuk’s, Carly, Noah, Johnny and Jay holding a sign that said “WELCOME HOME.”

“Did you-Did you buy this house?” She turned to look at him, but found him instead down on one knee in front of her. Her hands flew to her mouth.

“Matthew-“

He smiled “ We should get married. The shit we’ve overcome in the last’s year alone and we’re still standing-“

“ Matty-“

“ I know it’s sudden an you can take all the time you need -“

“ Matthew -“

“ And if you don’t like the ring we can always get another one-“

“ Matt I-“

“ And even if you say no I’m just gonna keep asking-“

“ MATTHEW!”

He stopped looking at her nervously, while the others waited behind them holding their breath.

“ Well are you gonna put it on my finger or what?!”

He smiled the biggest smile she had ever seen on his face and slipped the ring on. A cheer rang out from behind them as he stood to kiss her and gave a bow. For a minute Covid was forgotten and hugs were exchanged, and tears flowed. With the help of their friends and family, they successfully moved in to their new home. Chantal, Taryn and Carly helped her put together a neutral nursery, and Matthew and the guys brought in new furniture and everything else they would need.

Hallie woke one morning earlier than normal, and very tired. Matthew had a video conference with the team and she had an ultrasound so Brady had volunteered to take her. As she shuffled behind him she stopped.

“Hang on.” She say down heavily on a bench in front of the doctors office “I need a minute.”

Brady frowned and bent down in front of her to look at her “You okay mama? Your kind of flushed.”

“I just feel weird. I think I’m overheated and-“ she stopped and gasped. At her feet a puddle was beginning to form. Brady stared wide eyed for a minute before straightened up.

“Oh my god. Okay okay. I can do this. Up we go.”

Hallie grimaced as she felt a very painful contraction sweep through her. Brady helped her into the car and started punching buttons at random while he drove her to the hospital.

Matthew in the meantime was on a video conference with the team and trying to ignore the excessive ringing of his phone.

“Hang on guys sorry- Brady what? I’m-“

“HALLIE’S WATER BROKE IVE CALLED YOU TEN TIMES!”

A cheer went up from the guys who wished him well and wanted updates as he quickly hung up the phone and sped from the house.

19 hours later, a small tiny baby was wrapped in a blanket and Hallie was smiling at him very tiredly.

“You did so good.” He said rubbing a hand across her forehead. A harem of people had collected in the parking lot, unable to come inside due to covid but had tailgated to celebrate the impending birth of the newest Tkachuk.

“Did we decide on a name?” He asked. He was leaving it up to her completely. She had done an amazing job bringing this child into the world, and he was so proud of her. She could name the kid whatever she wanted.

“I think so. Thomas Matthew Tkachuk.” She closed her eyes, loving the sound of it already. He was a great dad, as time would show. And her baby was the luckiest baby to be born into a family with so much love to give. She had always dreamed of having a life like this. A beautiful life, and a beautiful family. The world was uncertain at best, unstable at most.

Matthew smiled at her as they headed into the airport, holding a sleeping Thomas in his baby carrier.

“Ready?”

They would be heading back to Calgary. But this time they would be heading back as a family. She had gotten everything she ever wanted and more. And all because she had allowed Matthew Tkachuk to come into her life. Things had been messy, and sudden and even painful but they had been so worth it.

She gave his hand a squeeze “I’m ready.”

[theaawalker]

Quick query do you have a list of who and what you write for?

Fandoms I'll Write For

Marvel (not Iron Man, Starlord, Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, or Hawkeye, Drax, Victor Creed, Antman, Adam Warlocke, AG's Spiderman, or Cyclops)

DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

The Maze Runner (not Ava Paige, Jorge, or Janson)

My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

The Black Phone (not the Grabber or Mr. Blake)

Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

Sky High (not Zach or Speed)

Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

The Umbrella Academy (not Five)

TMNT (live action ver. only)

Dance Moms (not the final season)

Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

Sharkboy & Lavagirl

Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

Back to the Future (not Biff), Breakfast Club (not Bender), Sandlot, Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill), Mighty Ducks, The Outsiders (not Dally, Two-Bit, Randy, Bob, Steve, or Darry)

I’m willing to write imagines for underage characters so long as there's no romance (examples: hang out with the Losers Club at the barrens; go shopping with Eleven and Max; play baseball with Finney and Bruce). I’m allowed to deny any request and the longest I should take ever to write one is about 2 weeks. I’ll write smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, LGBTQ+, etc. Generally most of my x readers are female unless stated otherwise.

What I won’t write-

I won’t write anything to do with rape, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, romance with anyone younger than 18, gun play, anything about poo(sexually), anything about urine(squirting is fine considering it’s not technically urine), age gaps. See guidelines for more details.

Thanks for reading❤️

-A.A. Walker

[haderjuicetrashpile]

I was thinking to myself at like 3am, what kind of Squishmallows would The Lost Boys characters have?

David:

Emily the Bat

Tries to claim that it’s the “coolest one”

Acts like he doesn’t like it after it’s gifted to him

Will sleep with it sometimes cause whoever gave it to him has a special place in his undead heart

Paul:

Ari the Dinosaur

Another case of “the coolest one”

Man probably picked it out himself lol (Bought or stole? Undetermined)

Will unashamedly sleep with it

This dinosaur is his new best friend sorry Marko

Marko:

Babs the Blue Jay

Birb (Need I say more?)

Could go either way being given or him picking it out

He seriously loves it, like will fight if someone tries to harm his squish in any way

Has had a few instances of pigeons trying to peck at it, needless to say it didn’t end well

Dwayne:

Liv the Teal Lepoard

Was 100% gifted to him by Laddie

“It matches your jacket!”

He doesn’t really care for sleeping with it but he will keep it in a safe space

Can be found hanging upside down in the cave holding it while he sleeps though

Star:

Dawn the Fawn

She picked it out herself but Michael bought it

Her chosen movie snuggle pal

Will use as a pillow

Laddie:

Dalton the Dragon

He expressed interest and Dwayne stole bought it for him

Wants to take it to the boardwalk even though he’s advised against it

Has lost it a few times and all of the boys had to go on a hunt for it yes even david

Michael:

Baron the Bear

He didn’t want to buy it but Star wanted Her squish to have a buddy

Only agreed on the bear cause it’s a “vicious predator”

This man will toss this mf around his room without a care lol

Sam:

Ryan the Husky

He bought it cause it’s a mini Nanook

Nanook can be caught cuddling the squish

Alan:

Stump the Skeleton Cat

I feel like he is a cat person tbh

Skeletons are cool so he either bought it or was gifted it

Wouldn’t sleep with it but his skeleton keeps watch of his room

Edgar:

Vince the Vampire

Yes he bought this himself

But only for staking practice

This poor thing is missing so much fluff

Has so many damn holes in it from him taking out his anger on it probably didn’t last a week

[bowieandqueen11]

Dating Ben Hanscom...

Request: Hi love could you please make “dating 2019! Ben Hanscom would include” thank you! Your account is my favorite!! Have fun on your trip and be safe!! 💜💜 

Thank you so much darling, but I’m so glad to be back to you amazing people! <3

All comments and requests are much appreciated!

To Ben, you would be all the stars in the sky, all the beauty in the flowers, the wind blowing through the trees. You would be his everything, his whole world, so be ready for little love poetry notes that he leaves on the kettle, on the bathroom mirror or on your lunch for the day reminding you how much he loves you.

You two first met in Derry, during a late summer day in the library. And there he was, sitting on the last chair all alone, his white shirt slightly dirty and golden fringe falling over his eyes as they vigorously scan the history book his finger traces upon in front of him.

Row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward were his weakness, opting not for comfortable leather arm chairs but the muffled stillness of the main area, both for the light that drains in through the wide Victorian windows, and the friendly librarian who allows him to take more than the regulated bookmarks and take out a few extra books.

Your heart began to hurt a little in your chest as the young boy looks up at you, his doe eyes warm and welcoming as they quickly make contact with yours, a small smile lighting his face as he begins to play with his hands.

He’s incredibly emotional, and often needs reassurance from you. When these days do hit him, all he questions why you’re with someone like him, the only thing that will lift him up is a long, tight hug from you.

At first he thought you were in love with Bill, so a lot of days were spent with him pining silently for you down at the quarry before walking away with tears in his eyes and crying himself to sleep. When you finally make the first move and you let him know that you care for him, and keep a safe environment for him to talk, he’ll eventually come around, thumping down into your lap and vomiting out his feelings for you.

He LOVES to snuggle in bed. After a long day, he likes to back his bottom up the bed, his jeans crinkling against the cotton sheet, his laced boots kicking against the iron bedpost. He takes a deep, trembling breathe, his thumbs swirling against your temples. He has to be touching you in some way before he can fall into a peaceful sleep.

Tugging you tighter into his chest as you laugh, he pulls the two of you down again with a thump, his heart beating more erratically as he wraps his arm around your waist and snuggles his head further into his neck with a small smile, his chin bumping slightly against your cheek. With half-lidded eyes, his fingers delicately trace the slight curve of your jaw, a smile gracing his face as he looks down at your sleepy figure, kicking off his shoes clumsily so his socked feet could entangle messily to warm your chilly bare ones, his fingers circling against your shivering skin with a precision he had spent years becoming an expert at. Peppering kisses against the tip of your ear, he pulls you in so tight you feel you may burst as his hand runs figure eights up and down your back, the two of you just holding each other tight and finding solace in your heartbeats as the night began to grow into a lighter dawn.

He’s a massively affectionate person. He would never be able to hold himself back from towering over you, his tall frame leaning down so he can press a sloppy kiss against your forehead, coming up behind you and hugging you with his chin on your shoulder, his fingers entangled tightly with yours as if he’s scared to let go. When he kisses you though, you don’t expect the force he kisses you with from such an innocent and kindhearted man. They always manage to take all the air out of your lungs.

Be ready for surprise flowers, masses of red and white roses arriving at your door everyday when you least expect it, with an extract from his favourite poem wrapped around the stalks.

[moonlighttheravenqueen]

Of course I love you / 2019! Eddie kaspbrak x Ben hanscom

Request : We would love a Ben and Eddie imagine.

@isabellathedreamer hope you enjoy!

And yes! It is finally here!!!!!

I walked in the bedroom and saw ben fast asleep, I haven't seen him sleep that well since his nightmares stopped. I slowly climbed into bed and ben jumped up,

"Sorry hon, I didn't mean to scare you"

"It's okay Eds, I actually managed to get sleep but I still keep thinking about when we went back to the house and I can still feel the knife scraping my skin again. And pennywise almost kill you, I don't know what I would have done if you died." He eyes were glossy, I pulled him into my chest, running my fingers through his hair calmly,

"It's over, I'm okay and so are you! Even though I got stabbed in the face I'm fine so stop worrying and start focus on the future Ben." I said kissing his head and I could tell he smiled, "Night Ben."

The next day

I went to wrap my arms around Ben when I realized he wasn't in the bed. I went to the kitchen and saw him cooking shirtless, "Morning!" He said kissing my cheek, Damn! Why does he have to look that good! Ugh! How the hell did I deserve this!?

"Are you okay Eddie?"

"Uh yeah I'm fine just thinking about that I have to pick up my pills later"

"Or you were thinking about me?" He winked,

"Shut it!" I was basically blushing so he knew I was thinking about him which made him laugh.

After breakfast I changed my clothes and found a photo of Ben and me holding hands, we hadn't told anybody about us yet but we couldn't wait to tell them. When I turned 18 is when I really knew I was gonna be with him forever, even if we lived in different cities I always thought about him.

I remember when I helped him from bleeding out and the way he looked at me, made me blush so bad and I was shy about it,

I still remember the day he proposed and I remember Richie choking on whatever he was drinking and everyone else yelled congratulations,

"Hey are you ready Eddie?" Ben came in.

"You know I love you right?" He looked confused as I said that, "Of course I do! You know since we were young I always loved you and that'll never change. You showed how to face my fears when you stabbed pennywise and when we got married. I love you eddie but I always scared to say it because I thought you didn't love me back"

"I fall for you the from that time I bandaged you up, even though that wasn't a good time for but I love you." He laughed and kissed me, "C'mon, everyone's waiting, Richie trying to drink up all the booze before we can." Ben said as I took his hand and went to the car.

If only he knew how much I love him.

[pinkdalias]

Pretty

one fluffy Rymazian fic locally sourced at 2AM bc im tired and emo abt them ☆

Ryan Dalias was a very pretty person. At least in Akmazian's opinion, he was. 

Ryan Dalias was a very pretty person. At least in Akmazian's opinion, he was. The candy-floss pink hair that swept over his adorable forehead in fluffy waves was pretty. His deep, sparkling blue eyes were pretty, and his creamy skin was very pretty. And the moans that Akmazian was able to pull out from him when Ryan lay under him, the gasps that fell and floated and dripped from his lips like honey were, without a doubt, the prettiest things that Akmazian had ever heard. So were Ryan's smiles, which were as pretty as they were shy and blinding. His laughter was pretty like the clear ringing of bells, and the blush that dusted his cheeks was just pretty, pretty, pretty.

Perhaps Akmazian needed to update his vocabulary.

Because Ryan Dalias could be described in a lot of ways: there were a thousand English words that Akmazian had picked up throughout his life that might be able to come close. Ryan was gorgeous, ethereal and delicate (but, no, that one wasn't quite right; Ryan was one of the strongest men that Akmazian had ever encountered). He was exquisite, a gift from the stars. Ryan was enchanting, alluring, charming, handsome, captivating, dazzling, mesmerising, and so many more things that Akmazian could barely articulate. He was brash and beautiful and frustrating, and Akmazian was so, so in love with him.

His mind always looped back to the word pretty, though.

It was such a simple word. Pretty. A child's word, really. It showed that something was nice on the outside, that it appealed to ones senses and was attractive to their aesthetic. When Akmazian thought of pretty, he pictured pale pink blossoms like the flowers from Earth, and blue like deep oceans, and endless white snow, and then he realised that he was just envisioning Ryan again. He liked to think that the word pretty reflected Ryan pretty accurately, though. Because on the outside it was an easy word, one nobody really thought too much about and everyone believed they knew everything about after the first glance.

But underneath, if you searched a little deeper, could uncover a whole new side of things. For instance, what you thought was a sensible, do-good law abiding doctor with shockingly pink hair, strict morals and a constant calm and professional attitude, could slowly turn out to be witty and charming, with no patience for bullshit and a sharp tongue to bite back at any insult. He could cut deals with men he believed were cosmic terrorists, lie through a smile, have a history of addiction, swear and crack jokes and love small animals and have the nicest smile and the warmest eyes. He could even love a bad person.

Anyway. In comparison, the word pretty. It seems so simple a concept on the outside, but prettiness, as Akmazian has discovered, is relative. Somebody could look to the sky and see opportunity, see beauty in the flecks of silver and feel wistfulness in their bones for adventure and curiosity, while another person could only see the cold harshness of the void and the crushing realisation of everything they don't know. Someone could look at a flower and think it was one of the sweetest, most colourful things they'd ever seen, and another could stomp on it and call it a weed. Sometimes pretty was strange, and its definition changed, and suddenly something that wasn't pretty yesterday is now the most delightful thing anyone knows.

Akmazian has always thought Ryan was pretty, though. Yup, right from the start, Ryan Dalias was a pretty person. That couldn't be just a person opinion, it had to be a fact! Akmazian didn't know how to tell him that naturally, though, so his thoughts whirled around in his mind in a chant of pretty, Ryan, pretty, Ryan, I love him, pretty, Ryan, pretty. He settled for curling tighter around the other man, tracing the letters over the soft skin of his back and murmuring it silently into his hair. He dotted kisses over everything he thought was pretty about Ryan, and when he kissed Ryan's lips he tried to convey everything he felt. He tangled their legs and their fingers and smirked and called Ryan darlin' until he blushed and laughed and swatted at him.

"I love you," Akmazian whispered then, and Ryan stared at him with soft eyes and a gentle smile.

"I love you too," he whispered back, then huffed a laugh, closed his eyes and snuggled closer. Akmazian felt an unbidden smile split his lips, and the sunshine-y feeling that Ryan seemed to bring him burst happily in his chest. He buried his face in rose-coloured hair and said,

"You're the prettiest thing in the universe, Ryan Dalias," over and over until he felt Ryan smile against his chest, fidget in embarrassment, and quickly reach up to steal a kiss from him, effectively cutting off his mantra.

The way Ryan whispered it softly back to him, though, was the prettiest thing of all.

[toomuchtv95]

Struggling Chapter 3

Characters: Jay Halstead, Hank Voight, Antonio Dawson

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader (Eventually)

Word Count: 3k+

Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping, drowning, badly written medical talk, fluff

A/N: So I am going back to work on Tuesday, which means updates will be slower. I will try to get update as much as I can but I can’t promise anything, but I promise I will try my hardest. 

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Slowly opening your eyes, the bright light coming from the light hanging over you, caused you to squint your eyes. As you tried to move, your hands were tied to a rusty old radiator along with your ankles tied together which you lead you to be immobile. A sharp pain cut through your head and it felt like your whole body was in pain. Every movement you made causes some bone or muscle to ache. You started to feel something trickled down your face and once it reached your mouth, you tasted blood. The kidnappers must have busted your head open when they hit you over the head and knocked you unconscious. 

You heard the kidnappers talking in the hallway, “why the hell would you kidnap a cop?” 

“She’s been threatening to file my arrest. I had to do something.” It was all coming back to you now. You were meeting up with your CI and when he didn’t want to do what you asked, you threaten to file his arrest, and he decided to knock you over the head. But who was the other guy he was talking to? “Look this can work in our favor. We can make demands. Get what we want.”

“I should have arrested you the moment I picked up at that drug bust.” You finally manage to find your voice which was hoarseness from the lack of water and dehydration. “It will never work. Making demands in hopes they will give you something. They won’t give you anything.”

“Well it’s worth a try and if they don’t give us what they want we can just kill you.” Sam, who was your CI, pulled out a phone from his back pocket

“Hey, have you heard from Y/N this morning? I tried calling her on my way, but she didn’t answer.” Jay walked up to the crime scene with coffee in hand and concerned in his voice.

“She called me letting me know she was meeting up with a CI about something.” Antonio turned around to see Jay walking towards him. “She said she would meet us back the district.” 

Just as Jay was about saying, his phone went off and to his surprise, your name popped up on the screen. “Y/N? Where are you?” 

“Y/N is a little busy right now.”

“Who is this? Where’s Y/N?” Jay stopped dead in his tracks which caused Antonio to stop also. Jay put the phone on the speaker so that Antonio could hear the other person.

“You don’t get to ask questions.” You wanted to call out to Jay, but Sam had tied a handkerchief around your mouth. “The only way your going to see Y/N again is if you give me what I want.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” Antonio ran off to go find Voight.

“Well, then I guess we have no business left to discuss.” 

Sam was about to hang up, “okay, wait. First off, I need proof that Y/N is okay, then we can make a deal.” With that said both Hank and Antonio approached Jay.

“Fine.” Sam removed the handkerchief from your mouth. “Talk.” 

“Jay! Whatever you don’t listen to him he’s a drug addict!” You screamed out which caused a slap to the face and a whimper escape your lips. Sam replaced the handkerchief and took a few steps back.

“Okay, I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt her.” Hearing you cry out anger flooded through his body. Jay glanced up at the Voight who was, of course, worried for his daughter. “Tell me what you want, and I will see what I can do.”

“I want my drugs back. The ones that were taken from me that night of the drug bust. Y/N took them away from me and now I want them back. I’ll call back in 1 hour with a location and you better have my drugs and if you don’t Y/N is dead.” With that said the line went dead. 

Jay felt sick to his stomach when he heard you cry out and Jay will do whatever he has to get you back. “He was using her phone we can ping it. He wasn’t to smart on that part.” 

“Jay’s right. You two go back to the district ping her phone and get a location. Keep this between the three of us and we will bring the rest of the team if we need too.” Voight was, of course, worried that his daughter was taken but he knew that Jay and Antonio the situation could handle the situation. Hank didn’t want to worry the team considering that this lowlife drug-addicted was stupid enough to use your phone to make demands.

Sam had thrown you into a trunk of a car and drove for about a half-hour until you reached your destination. Sam’s partner in crime disappeared when he realized that Sam was insane for kidnapping a cop and making demands. Once Sam pulled you out of the trunk, you notice that you were at a much nicer house then the last one. Sam carried you through the house and into the backyard considering that both your ankles and wrist were bond by zip ties. Once outside, you saw that there was an inground pool and you had a bad feeling that if Jay didn’t show up something very bad could happen. Even though you told Jay not to do anything, you knew that he would do anything to save you.

“Well looks like your boyfriend isn’t going to make it.” Sam looked down at his watch realizing that the hour was almost up, and Jay was nowhere in sight. Sam removed the handkerchief from your mouth as he set you down on one of the patio chairs.

“Why are you doing this?” The zip ties dug into your wrist and they started to bleed from you struggling to get out. 

“Because I’m taking back what’s mine. I never wanted to be your CI, but I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t go back to Jail not again.” Sam waved a gun around as he paced the patio as you could see that he was clearly high on something. 

“If you kill me then that will definitely put you back in prison.” Sam looked down at his watch again before pulling you up from the chair and stood you at the edge of the pull. “Times up.” 

“Sam listen don’t do this.” You struggled against Sam’s hold, but he had the upper hand. 

“Let her go.” The two of you snapped your heads to the right to see Jay standing there with a duffle bag. “Look I brought you your drugs. That was the deal.”

“Your late.” Sam decided to make another stupid move by putting the barrel of the gun to your head.

“Well, you’re the one who changed locations last minute. I was on my way to the other location when you decided to call and change locations.” Jay dropped the bag to the floor as he took a cautious step towards the two of you. 

“We had a deal. I bring you your drugs and you let Y/N go.” Sam gripped his hand around your arm which you knew would leave a bruise. You tried to get out his grip, but it was no use, so you stopped trying.  

“Like I said it’s too late.” Next thing you knew it, Sam threw you into the pool and the moment your body hit the water, you tried to move, but you couldn’t because of being bond. The water whirls around you, trapping you from the oxygen you needed. Your entire body started to throb as your lungs start to feel like they are on fire. Slowly, blackness begins to surround your visions and you knew you couldn’t hold on much longer. As you lost consciousness, you still felt someone, or something grab you and pull you out of the water. 

Jay had jumped in the water shortly after attacking Sam and putting him in handcuffs. The moment Antonio stepped into the backyard to see Jay giving you chest compressions, he called into his radio for an ambulance and backup. “Come on Y/N.” After a few more compressions, you started to spit up water and you slowly opened your eyes. 

“Jay.” Jay sighed in relief when you spoke up. Once Jay sat you up, he cut the zip-ties with his pocketknife and instantly pulled you into his chest.

“What’s the verdict doc?” Will stood in front of you finishing up with stitches on your forehead as your father walked into the exam room. 

“She’ll live.” Will chuckled as he removed his gloves. “She’s got a couple of stitches, a few cuts and bruises, and a concussion.” Will grabbed the tablet from the tablet and started punching in things. “You’re lucky you didn’t suffer any permanent damage.” 

“Thanks, Will.” Will gave you a soft smile as he patted your dad on the shoulder while leaving the room. “Where’s Jay?” Even though you almost just died all you cared about was Jay and how he came to save you.

“He’s in the waiting room.” Your father stood in front of you with a soft smile on his face. Even though your father didn’t like in house relationships he would make an exception for the two of you if it ever came to that. All he ever wants is for you to be happy again and if that means bending the rules a little, he would do it. “You know it’s okay.” 

“What are you talking about?” You slowly got off the examining table and started to change into the pair of dry clothes that your father had brought you.

“You and Halstead.” You turned around as you pulled on your jeans followed by your sweatshirt. You looked up at your dad shocked considering that he wasn’t a fan of in-house relationships.

“There’s nothing going on between us.” That wasn’t a complete lie. You had no idea what you and Jay were. Since telling him about Ryan and then kissing him and him not kissing you back, the two of you haven’t talked about it. To be honest, you have been avoiding him because you weren’t ready to talk to him about it.

“All I’m saying that it’s okay to be happy again.” Your father had a small smile on his face, as he walked out of the room with you. 

“Okay, here’s a prescription for some anti-nausea medication” Will handed bottle with the prescription. “And here are your discharge papers.” Will then handed you the rest of the paperwork. “Now go home and get some rest and take a few days off.” 

“Oh, trust me, she’s taking a week off,” Hank spoke up from behind you which earned him an eye roll from you.

After thanking Will again, the two of you walked into the waiting room to see Jay slightly pacing. Once Jay saw you, he practically ran over to you and pulled you into a hug. “I’m so glad you're okay,” Jay whispered against your hair before pulling away just enough to see your face.

“According to Will, I’ll live.” You chuckled as you still hand your arms slightly wrapped around his waist.

“Jay take her home and take the rest of the day off.” As Voight appeared behind the two of you, you both took a step back. “And make sure she takes it easy. Will said she needs her rest.” Jay nodded his head as your dad hugged you. “Alright, I got to get back to the district. Take care of her.”

“Thank you.” You sat on the couch with an icepack pressed against your head as your headache started to rise again.

“I’m just following orders.” Jay around the couch and sat down next to you.

“That’s not what I meant.” You removed the icepack and tossed it into the coffee table. “I meant for saving me.”

“I wouldn’t think twice about saving you.” Jay reached over and squeezed your hand.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“For what? Getting kidnapped and almost drowning?” Jay looked at you with a questionable expression.

“For kissing you the other night. I was just caught up in the moment.” You pulled away from his touch as you started to feel uncomfortable about bringing it up, but it had to be done. The room got quiet making things more awkward and uncomfortable. “You don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine.” 

“I didn’t kiss you back because you caught me off guard.” Jay completely skipped over the fact that you basically told him that he could leave. “Believe me when I saw that I regret not kissing you back, but I don’t want you to think that I did it out pity because it wouldn’t have been.” Jay reached over to cup the side of your face and lightly stroked your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

You laid your hand over his as you leaned into his touch. “You are the first guy I’ve kissed since Ryan died.” 

“Really?” Jay removed his hand from your cheek along with yours and rested them in your lap. 

“I��ve been struggling the last two you to regain my life back and then I realized that the only way I was going to move on with my life is by letting go of Ryan.” Without thinking you turned his hand over and begin to run your finger over the lines of his palm. “I will always love him, but I need to move on and be happy again.” You looked down at your conjoined hands and whispered, “you make me happy.” You looked up only to get caught by Jay’s lips. After a moment, you pulled away to catch your breath. “What was that for?” You whispered against his lips.

“Regret for not kissing you back the other night.” Jay moved a piece of hair behind your ear and smiled.

“So, what now?” Without realizing, you leaned forwarded and rested your hand on his chest which took Jay by surprise but didn’t show it. 

“I don’t know. But I do know that you should get some rest. That concussion won’t heal itself.” Jay rested his hand on the back of your head before leaning forward and place a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

You smiled even though you knew he couldn’t see it. “Will told me that shouldn’t be alone for the night.”

“If you wanted me to spend the night again all you had to do is ask.” Jay chuckled as you pull away from and playfully slapped his chest. “Well, I guess if it’s doctor's orders then I’ll stay.”

You woke up the next morning to the soft sunlight hitting your face through the curtains. Last night, was tougher than you thought it would be. You woke up twice last night feeling nauseous along with a piercing headache. The first time you got up you sprinted to the bathroom and threw up all the contents from the pizza you and Jay had ordered for dinner. After the second time you woke up, you asked Jay to lay in bed with you until you fall back asleep. As you rolled over in bed you came face to face with a sleeping Jay and you couldn’t help but smile. At this moment you realized that this was the first time in two years that you shared a bed with a man and there wasn’t a single ounce of regret or guilt.

“Your staring,” Jay mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes.

“Well, when a good-looking guy is lying next to me, I can’t help but stare.” You scooted closer to Jay only to be a few inches away from him.

“How are you feeling?” Jay rolled so that he was now on his side fully facing you.

“My head still hurts, but the nauseousness has subsided for now.” You reached over and lightly stroked his cheek with your thumb. “Thank you.” 

“For what?” Jay reached up and covered his hand with yours.

“For being you.” You whispered as you leaned forward landed a soft kiss on his lips. When you kissed him, your brain lit on fire, and warmth spread throughout the rest of your body. Your whole body craved more, and for the first time in a long time, you were happy. Since kissing him the other night all you could think about was kissing him again and now that you have it was intoxication and you never wanted to stop. 

“As soon as you’re feeling better, I am taking you out to dinner.” Jay breathed out as he pulled away. 

“Is Jay Halstead asking me out on a date?” You smirked at him as you popped yourself up on your elbow resting your head in your hand.

“Yes, I am.” Jay smiled at you as he sat up in bed going for his phone that was going off. Grabbing his phone off the nightstand, the smile on his face disappeared which meant one thing. “We caught a case.”

You sighed as you gently fell back on the bed. “Go save the city. At least one of get to go to so that.” Jay chuckled as he stood up from the bed.

“Well, I manage not to get myself kidnapped and then thrown into a pool.” Jay leaned down slightly hovering over you. “I’ll call you later.” Jay was inches away from your lips as if he were about to kiss you but ended up kissing your forehead instead. 

“Such a tease.” Jay chuckled as you tossed a pillow hitting him in the back as he left the room. As you laid on the bed staring at the ceiling you let the happiness soak into your bones. This was the moment you have been waiting for. Happiness. It’s been a long time since you felt this happy and you weren’t letting it go. As you heard the front door close, you slowly got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom.

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Bleufrost Masterlist

David Harbour

Jim Hopper  🍂

Band-aids and Broken Hearts (smut) 

Say You’ll Stay With Me (fluff)

Hate What You Become (angst)

Where the Wind Blows (slight angst, fluff)

Hellboy

Learn to be Soft (Christmas fluff)

Closeted Feelings (smut)

Keanu Reeves

John Wick  🐾

Eyes Set to Kill (jealousy, fluff)

You Chose This (angst, fluff)

Keanu Reeves

Trying for a Baby drabble (smut)

High School Reunion drabble (nsfw)

Pregnancy drabble

Tom Hiddleston

Loki  🌿

Caught in the Rain drabble (fluff)

NSFW headcannons

Frozen Embers Series (on hiatus)

Preview

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Tom Hiddleston

Insecurities drabble (fluff)

Little Pink Plus Sign (angst/fluff)

Oliver Phelps

George Weasley

Caramel Kiss (fluff)

Adam Driver

Adam Driver

After-party (smut)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

JDM

Videogames and Giggles (platonic drabble)

Jay Ryan

Ben Hanscom (IT 2019)

Crawl Home to Her series 

Summary: Introducing Ali Torres

Prologue

Chapter One: A Broken Wrist

Chapter Two: The Call

Chapter Three: Lollipop

Chapter Four: Not a Stranger

Chapter Five: 

last updated: 4.21.20