i fear for his neck in the fourth


You shot up from your position on the bed letting out a loud scream, in an instant Jason sat up next to you fumbling with something before he jumped to his feet aiming his gun frantically around the room “Babe I- sorry it was a dream I just-“You cut yourself off letting out a soft cry, the nightmare was about Jason getting shot and dying in front of you and in reality that was your biggest fear

“Hey, shh baby its ok don’t cry.” He soothed softly in his raspy deep morning voice, he muttered sweet things in your ear as you cried silently into his chest, clutching the material of the sheets around his tightly “It was just a dream baby, I’m here and I’m okay.” His hands rubbed your body slowly calming you down with his rough yet gentle hands

“W-Why can’t I stop dreaming about it?” You sobbed quietly in the crook of his neck, that’s the fourth time this month alone you’ve had the exact same dream and each time impacted you more that the last “I don’t know baby I don’t know, I’m okay and I’m safe here with you that’s all you need to remember.” He whispered pressing a soft kiss to the base of your neck

“I’m all yours Mia, and I always will be here when you wake up and when you go to sleep.”

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June Hijack Week 

Day 7: “Because when I look at you, I can feel it. And I-I look at you and I… I’m home” | Home 

<< “Marry me” Jack whispered and Hiccup let out a sigh. 

“Why?” He managed to say quietly, without opening his eyes. 

“Why?!” Jack huffed “Because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, because I know you belong to me and that would only make it official” Hiccup giggled and asked softly. 

“What makes you think I’m the one?" 

"I just know” Jack closed his eyes and sighed “Hiccup, look at me" 

"I dun wanna, I’m sleepy" 

"Please, Hiccup, you fucking mood killer” Hiccup smiled and turned around to see him. Jack gave him an eskimo kiss before speak “I know you’re the one because when I look at you, I can feel it. And I look at you and I… I’m home. You’re my home, Hiccup, and I don’t want that to go away” Hiccup smiled.

 "You don’t have a ring, do you?“ Jack smiled

"Is that a yes?" 

"I dunno, Jack. It doesn’t seem serious without a ring” Hiccup teased him.

 "Then, it’s a good thing that I do have a ring!“ Jack said reaching out to take Hiccup’s hand "Because if I like it then I should put a ring on it" 

"That’s an awful choice in music" 

"Mmm… What about this one?” Jack began to whistle a soft tune. Hiccup opened his eyes, surprised to recognize the melody “I’ll swim and sail the seven seas, with never a fear of drowning” he sang with a gentle smile “And gladly ride the waves of life… If you would marry me” Jack slid the ring in Hiccup’s fourth finger and kissed it fondly “No scorching sun nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey, if you will promise me your heart… And love…" 

Hiccup bit his lower lip and sighed. "And love me for the eternity. My dearest one, my darling dear, your mighty words astound me, but I’ve no need for mighty deeds, when I feel your arms around me” Jack embraced him and Hiccup rubbed his nose against his neck “Why I played the girl’s part?” He said, smiling with mischief “I’m not a girl… And we switc—" 

"You truly are a mood killer, aren’t you?” Hiccup smiled with fondness and kiss him deeply.

 "Love you too, Jack">>

Yay! I made seven drawings for the seven days of the Hijack Week! (late, but whatever) It was fun! And I hope to do it again!

Tomorrow is my big final, so, wish me luck! :)

every week to every day

summary: 30. Bartender/Landlord AU - Person A comes in regularly at the same time every week and has a friendly relationship with the bartender (Person B) but then they don’t turn up and Person B gets worried. send me a prompt from this list. requested by bisexual-killian-jones.

word count: ~ 2,900

rating: b badass emma in the beginning

a/n: i’m tired

He owns The Jolly Roger. She is a successful FBI agent situated in New York.

It’s not often his pub ends up as a fight scene by the end of the quiet evenings, a table and chair wrecked, blood splattered across the floor, and an unconscious man facedown while being handcuffed by the most beautiful, strong woman he’s ever seen. Not often does he have the pleasure of spending some time with this believably, incredible blonde while he cleans up and gets her a drink, watching her down and swallow it all within seconds.

“Drinking on the job, love?

"One - not your love.” She slams her glass down, needing a refill. “Two - today’s job is over.”

Ah, she’s a bloody spitfire, stubborn, demanding, straightforward as anyone can ever be. He takes her empty glass, refilling it with the same tequila.

“Took the team and I an entire week to track this asshole down for his drug trafficking, I’m in due for some drinks,” she mutters her reasoning, drinking the tequila the moment he hands her the glass, fingers barely ghosting. When he tells her to slow down, she merely grimaces. “Look, I’m tired, I just want my drink.”

“As I own this place, I’d say I have a fair ability at kicking you out since it’s past closing hours now.”

“And I can kick your ass.”

Quite unhappy at the moment, he can tell. And yet, he can’t help but tease her, to play with her fire so she’ll burn even brighter with the risk of him hurting himself. “No doubt - is than an offer, darling?” he asks, using a cloth to wipe out used glasses and tumblers.

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