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HOME TO US | rhysand

summary; rhys and nyx are a family of two, but they're both pretty hell-bent on making it into a trio, with you.

word count; 12,151

notes; I have no idea how this got so long? I planned for it to be like 4-5k, and @azsazz can vouch for that. also big shout out to @acourtofwhatthefuck for proofreading this for me when I just had no motivation, but I needed this one to be perfect.

Fate had always seemed to have the worst timing for you.

Whether it be relationships, the sunny skies turned to rain, or simply this; balancing precariously on a stool and getting startled by your own phone, which you could have sworn was on silent mode. 

Blaring out across the shop in a sudden burst of cheery notes and tones, you almost dropped the stacks of books in your hands, cursing a little as it vibrated in rhythm in the back pocket of your jeans. When the call persisted after the usual three rings signalling a cold caller or market salesperson, you sighed. 

Shifting the books to one arm, you fished the phone out before it could go to voicemail, wondering just who would be calling you so urgently at this time of the day. The question didn’t linger for long, though, as your eyes widened at the caller across the front of the screen. 

‘Velaris Young-Education Prepatory School’.

A ridiculously fancy name for an elementary school, you thought it every time you saw the name, and yet right now, your heart skipped a beat as you pressed answer. Bringing it to your ear as you shuffled the books in your arms more, you lowered yourself down from the ladder carefully. 

“Hello?”

“Oh, hello! Is this Nyx’s mother, (Y/N)? It’s V-Y-E Prep.”

The woman on the phone sounded somewhere between relieved and panicked, and your heart leapt into your throat a little at her tone. “Well, yes, that’s me, but-”

“Oh, good, we weren’t able to get in touch with dad, I was worried I wouldn't be able to get a hold of either of you.” She cut you off before you had a chance to finish, your lips clamping shut as she let out a sigh of a laugh. “I’m Nyx’s class teacher, but he’s had a little bit of an accident today, do you think you’d be able to come and pick him up from the reception?”

Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest entirely. “An accident, what kind of accident, is he okay?” 

“Oh, he’s fine! He had a fall during playtime, and he bumped his head. There’s a mark, and a scratch we’ve cleaned up, but he’s understandably a little shocked and upset. We know dad can get… concerned,” 

Understatement of the century, you wanted to butt in, because Rhys was more than just concerned. He was overprotective, in an endearing way, but he tended to freak out over the smallest things. Then again, it didn’t help when teachers said things like ‘accident’ when it’s not so serious. Perhaps it was a good thing that they got you, not him. 

“So, we thought we’d give you a ring, and see if you could pick him up?”

Your eyes flickered to the clock on the wall. You still had four hours left of your shift, and you felt terrible just ducking out, even if the store was dead, excluding the few people idling over lukewarm coffees in the connected café. “Sure, yeah, of course. I can be there in twenty minutes.”

“Wonderful, we’ll see you then.”

The line clicked dead, your eyes sliding shut as you let out a slow breath. You could have just said no, that voice in your head taunted, he’s not your child to fret over. And yet, the thought of his sad face lingered in your mind, triggering all those maternal instincts inside of you and sending them into overdrive.

“Sounds urgent.” Somehow, despite walking with a cane and always wearing heeled boots that clicked on the floorboards, Margaret had managed to sneak up on you. When you turned, the seventy-something-year-old was standing with a smile on her face behind you, eyeing the phone in your hand. 

“I’m sorry, Margie. It’s Nyx’s school.” You grimaced, lips pressing together into a thin line. She only laughed lightly, waving a frail hand idly in the air as if to bat the moment away.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I know what it’s like to have your child’s school call you up in the middle of the day.” Her smile only widened, her eyes glazing over a little. “Our Tommy was a terrible little troublemaker, I had constant calls about his behaviour. And our Jenny, well, she was the clumsiest kid you ever saw. Tripped over thin air.”

A wistful sigh escaped her, and your lips flicked up at the edges. You’d met both Thomas and Jennifer, lovely people, but just as she’d described. Jennifer seemed even more prone to bad timing than you, and Thomas had turned all that troublesome energy into bad flirting and a heated temper. 

“You do what you have to for your kids.” She’d finished her recollections, her voice snapping you from your own, and you could only nod.

“I know, but he’s not my kid. Not biologically, or in any way that matters. It’s not the same, and-”

“Hon, if I’ve ever seen a mother, it’s you to that little boy.” Her words made a lump in your throat that was impossible to speak around, a quick flash of emotion swelling up that you were quick to fight against, but the sparkle in her eyes told you she’d seen in. “He may not have your genes, but he’s yours. So, go get your son. The store will still be here when you come back on Monday.”

“Are you sure-”

“Don’t make me force you out of this door.” She tapped her cane at your feet, just close enough that you could feel the floorboards vibrate under the harsh taps, a wordless threat, and a grin broke out on your lips to hide the blush on your cheeks. 

“Alright, I’ll see you Monday, then.”

She gave a curt nod, and you were flying through the store. Grabbing your bag and coat from the backroom on the way, you were out of the back door and at your car in less than a full minute. Only when you’d put your bags onto the seat and checked the car seat permanently attached to the back of the car did you get into your own seat.

How you’d gotten to this point, you had no idea. It hadn't been your intention four years ago when you’d first met baby Nyx, to end up with a box of his things in your trunk for emergencies, a child seat of your own in the back of the car and your name registered as a parental contact. Yet, as you stared, twisting to look at it and brushing your fingers over the fabric, you didn’t have a single regret about it. 

In fact, only a smile pulled at your lips as you thought about him. Him, and his father. Rhysand had been your best friend for many years, and his baby only seemed to bring you closer. You’d never have wished Nyx’s mother to have abandoned him, you loathed the woman every day for what she did to them both, but it had created a space in their lives that you’d somehow patched a part of up. 

When Rhys had needed support and guidance, you’d been there.

Now, you’d be there for Nyx, too.

As you started the car, flicking a glance back to check the mirrors on the seat were still aligned, Margie’s words flickered through your mind. 

If I’ve ever seen a mother, it’s you to that little boy.

They lingered on your mind for the entire drive, hanging over you like a cloud on an April day, unsure if it was going to rain, or simply pass by. Until you were parked outside of the school, hands still clenched tightly on the steering wheel as you stared up at the tall glass entryway only a few paces away. You couldn't see Nyx yet, not with the doors on the other side that truly sealed off the building, but you could make out figures and shapes on the other side.

Your eyes moved to the clock, the digit clicking over another number, and your fingers felt numb when you finally released them from the wheel. With another sigh, you released all thoughts about mothers and genes and Rhys. 

One day, perhaps, you’d confront them. Today wasn’t going to be it.

Stepping out of the car and swinging the door shut behind you, you didn’t even bother to lock it, as you took a slow jog up the main pathway before the school. The doors hissed open automatically before you, the smell of fresh cotton coming from the air freshener in the corner of the office, and the receptionist behind the desk looked borderline bored as she glanced up. 

“Hi, um- Hi. I’m here for Nyx.”

Her eyes widened a little, looking significantly more interested now as she took your name, and called through to the classroom. The thought almost amused you, had you not been so concerned. Rhys had quite the reputation around here, the big checks and hefty donations gained him and Nyx quite the special treatment, one that clearly seemed to pass onto you, too. 

The doors to the school buzzed open a second later as the magnetic locks released, and you stepped through. Sitting in one of the large plush chairs lined up along the wall of the office was Nyx, looking utterly swamped as his feet swung in the air, head bowed and hands clutching tightly to his backpack in his lap. 

At the scuffing of your shoes, his head snapped up, eyes wide and hopeful, turning to relieved as he saw you. He dropped his bag to the floor, moving to slide out of the chair but you were faster, dropping down to kneel before him. Up close, you could see more, enough to break your heart. 

His eyes were red, cheeks pink, tear-marks tracked into the smears of playground dirt and classroom muck on his face. When you brushed the edge of his inky hair back from his forehead, it was to reveal a cut across his forehead to his temple, bumped and bruised, growing into a lump on his head. His bottom lip wobbled, eyes growing shiny again. 

“Oh, Nyxie, did you get hurt?”

“Yeah…” His voice trembled as he spoke, sniffling lightly and wiping at his cheeks with his sleeve. Patting his hair down once again, you tried to choke back the emotions clogging in your throat as a tall shadow fell across the both of you. With a glance, you confirmed that it was his teacher, looking more than a little nervous as she watched you take in Nyx for yourself. 

“We just have some forms for you to sign, and I can tell you a little more about his injury, and then you’re good to go.” At your nod, she let out a heavy breath, wiping her hands down subtly on her skirt.

“Nyxie, I’m just going to go sign some forms for you, okay? Do you want to wait here?” He shook his head, eyes widening a bit as his little hand clamped down onto your arm, gripping tightly and shuffling across the seat closer to you. “You want to come with us?”

“Can I have cuddles?” His voice was low and shy, your heart swelling a little more. 

“C’mere.” Opening your arms up for him, his damp cheek fell to your shoulder, nose tucking sweetly into your neck, and you scooped him up, his legs dangling on either side of your body as he slumped against your chest happily. Standing up with a little more effort than usual, Nyx’s hands patted idly over your knitted jumper, body bouncing with each step you took to follow her inside of the office. 

The forms were already laid out, four to be signed, and she pushed the first one over to you. “This one is just to state you acknowledge the injury, the second is a copy for you, because dad requested always having a copy of forms.” Her cheeks flushed with a little colour, the edges of your lips flicking up at Rhys’ quirks. “The third is just an injury form, that you know we’ve given you all the information, and you’re satisfied. The fourth, another copy.”

You quickly signed your name on the first two, pushing one over to her and keeping the other on your side. The pen hovered over the paper of the third, your fingers clenching a little on it, eyes flicking over the page. “What did happen, exactly?”

“Well, uhm…” You rubbed a hand over Nyx’s back, a soft affirmation that you appreciated how patiently he was waiting. Putting on a smile, you tried to put the woman at ease, not having meant to sound quite so… pissed. 

“I know kids have accidents, I didn’t mean to sound so… well, let’s just say, be glad I’m the one that picked up the call. Dad can be overprotective.” The boy in your arms giggled a little, and you placed down the pen, using your hand to now cup his head and rub at his hair lightly. 

“He was playing on the climbing equipment. I think he went a little too high, because he couldn't climb down. Another child was trying to help him, but before anyone could get over to him once we realised he was stuck, he fell off.” Her voice was a lot more confident now, and you were glad you’d been able to ease just a little of that tension. “I can take you out to the equipment and show you what happened, if you’d like?”

“That won’t be necessary.” You grabbed for the pen again, signing both pages, and she pulled one over towards her files as you gathered the other two. 

“Nyx was so brave, weren’t you, huh?” She swiped a finger over his cheek as she passed by to get the door for you again, and he nodded slowly against your body. “And he was so excited when he found out his mommy was coming to get him.”

There was that word again, all of those thoughts coming swarming back in a dizzying rush as you followed her. A hot blush settled on your cheeks, your mouth opening to correct her, before Nyx’s hands were bunching in your jumper as he let out another little giggle, making your lips snap closed again. He hid his face deeper in your shoulder. 

Stooping down to pick up his bags, his teacher placed it over your arm, swinging as you gripped paperwork in one hand and Nyx in the other. “I put all of his schoolwork in his bag. We’ll see you again tomorrow, Nyx!”

She held the door open for you, waving her goodbye as she watched you go, the receptionist looking far more alert now than she had earlier, smiling widely as the two of you left, and you could feel their gazes on you all the way to the parking lot. 

Putting down the paperwork and his bag on the top of the car, you opened it up, leaning in to settle him was like muscle memory now. No longer an awkward act but a practised one, as he slid from your arms and into the chair. Fastening the belt across his middle, you did the ones over his shoulders.

Eyes that were the same incredible shade of near-violet as his father’s were watching you, a ridiculously adorable smile on his face as you leaned in to press a kiss to the uninjured side of his forehead. Tucking his bags on the other side of him, you checked all his straps, not realising you were frowning yourself until his little fingers pinched at your nose. 

“Got a nose!” He whispered excitedly, waving his fingers in a way that was supposed to mock his uncle’s, the way Cassian would always tease that he’d ‘stolen Nyx’s nose’ to cheer him up. When you smiled at him, he pushed his hand back against your face, giggling to himself as he continued to imitate his uncle. “You can have it back!”

“Well, thank goodness for that!” You teased, rubbing over the bridge of your nose and taking him in. Once you were happy with his safety, you closed the door, taking only the paperwork with you and folding them in half, tucking them into the glovebox of the car for safekeeping. When the car turned on, your fingers went to the radio, and a single button pressed had some of Nyx’s favourite songs pouring from the speakers as the kiddie-CD in the player came to life. “We’ll go and see your daddy now, hopefully, he won’t be too upset about your head.”

The boy only hummed to his song, leaning to stare out of the window, breath fogging it up and one hand resting on the windows he watched his school be left behind. “Daddy will be angry with us?”

For all the fresh set of worries now swirling inside of your head at Rhys’ reaction, you’d never considered how Nyx would interpret your words. “Oh, no, of course not, baby. Never us. We make daddy smile, not frown!”

Reaching behind yourself as you came to a stop at the red lights, you squeezed at his knee lightly, retracting it only when the light went yellow. Another few minutes of quiet went past, the roads clear for the middle of the day as you drove, and Nyx was happily taking in all of the Velaris scenery as you passed by. 

From the small town outskirts and into the city centre, it was when you were almost there that Nyx stopped singing and decided to speak again. 

“I heard daddy tell Uncle Azzy on the phone that you make him smile like nobody else ever has.”

Your eyes widened, your foot nearly slamming onto the brake a little too hard as you turned a corner, and Nyx went back to singing his song. Your heart was picking up speed in your chest, the traitorous organ fuelled on hope reacting in a way you tried to resist. Your head was empty, it took a full minute to form your response, and you gave out a croaky laugh. “Were you being cheeky and listening to your dad’s private phone calls again?”

“No!” His voice sounded indignant, but with a look cast in the mirror onto him, you could see the cheeky smirk on his face. “He answered it at dinnertime! I got to say hi to Uncle Azzy. He’s in a whole different country right now, did you know that?”

You could only smile at the excitement in his voice as he spoke all about Azriel’s current escapades in Spain, or at least, the version that was completely safe and child-friendly. Soon, though, his distraction was over, and he was circling back to a topic you had hoped he’d forgotten.

“Daddy loves you. He told Uncle Azzy. And Uncle Cass, and Auntie Mor.”

“Well, now I know you’re telling me fibs.” Releasing your hand from the gearstick at the next red light, you reached it behind you, tickling at his tummy until he laughed loudly and kicked his legs, slapping at your hands weakly as he wriggled in his chair. “He would never tell Uncle Cass about his feelings, because Uncle Cass would tease him!”

“I’m not telling fibs, I’m not!” He gasped the words between breaths, face growing red, and you almost forgot you were sitting at the lights until a car honked behind you, forcing you to pull away. His laughter died down as the car started again, but he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “He did tell him. He said that he loves you, and he thinks that you’re the prettiest girl in the whole wide world.”

Your lips pursed, your heart betraying you once again, stomach joining as butterflies erupted until you felt lightheaded, and the weight of his stare on the back of your head was obvious without you even needing to turn. 

In a far less sure voice now, “Do you love daddy?”

You had no idea how to answer that question. You’d known he’d get curious about your friendship with his father soon, you’d just been foolish and selfish enough to hope it was his father that he asked, and so you wouldn't have to handle it. 

Of course you loved Rhysand, but that didn’t make it easy to explain. 

Rhys could never know, the wound of Feyre running away with Tamlin and abandoning Nyx was sure to still be raw, Rhys hadn't been on a date in four years, and if this conversation had confirmed anything, it was that Nyx wasn’t the best secret-keeper. 

Your words had to be chosen carefully.

“Your daddy is my best friend, so, yes. I do love him.” You thought you’d done well, until Nyx made a non-committal sound, another question all ready to go. 

“Does he make you smile?”

“Yes.” Your teeth gritted, the looming office building of the company HQ filling the sky as you pulled up to the security box, not even needing to roll the window down before the gates were buzzing open for you.

“And, do you think he’s the prettiest man in the whole wide world?” His arms flew as wide as they could, and you ignored how endearing it was, choosing a parking spot instead and focusing on your alignment. 

“He’s very pretty, Nyx. Just like you.”

“Then why can’t you be my mommy?” That question felt like a punch to the gut, the car shutting off, silence filling the cabin around you as the engine stopped and the singing CD paused. He was waiting, playing with his fingers and staring at you when you turned to face him. His eyes were wide, confused, and you hated that he felt that way.

“Let’s clean up your face, huh? You’re all dirty.” The words were pathetic, you hated yourself, because avoiding his question meant avoiding your own. You were taking the coward's way out, pulling two wipes from the packet in the dash to wipe at his face. He stayed silent, lips pursed in an unhappy pout, but he didn’t push it. The next time he spoke, it was as you were unclipping him from his car seat and lifting him towards the ground. 

“No, no, no.” He clung to you more, jutting out his lip and putting on puppy eyes he knew worked every time. “More cuddles?”

If it kept him effectively distracted, that was more than enough. Settling him in your arms and locking the car this time, the two of you set off towards the building, Nyx babbling in your ear about everything he could see around him so far.

Upon entering the lobby, his chatter cut off, head lifting from your shoulder to wave excitedly at the assistant behind the main desk. Long ago, you’d felt insecure stepping into this building in nothing but your jeans and a hoodie as everyone else wore dresses and suits and polished heels. Now, even as the elegant woman stood in her pencil skirt to lean over the counter to greet him, you felt at home. “Hi, Ana!”

“What are you doing here in the middle of the day, little mister?” 

He only laughed, leaning out proudly to wave at her, and a new receptionist you didn’t recognise. “We’re here to see Daddy!”

She offered a knowing smile when you pushed his hair back just enough to show off the growing bruise, and turning to the intern beside her. “Take them up to the boss, and let him know.”

With a shaky smile and a polite introduction, she led your group over to one of the elevators, Nyx pulling faces and giggling over your shoulder at Ana the whole time. The ride up to the top floor consisted of Nyx counting the numbers off loudly, tickling them off on his fingers until he couldn't count anymore, and the doors chimed open at level twenty-six.

Guiding the both of you toward the boardrooms, you stopped outside of Rhys’ preferred meeting room, the one with ‘the good coffeepot’ he claimed, a smile flickering on your lips as you spotted his silhouette through the frosted glass while she knocked at the door.

As she entered, you could hear his voice pouring out, the back end of a speech on this year's profit margins that he’d practised on you a hundred times before today, only going quiet as all attention fell to her. “Sir, your wife and son are here.”

Your brows rose at her wording, still sitting high on your forehead as Rhys appeared, closing the door behind him and dismissing her thankfully. Left alone, his gaze flickered over you both, an emotion you still didn’t understand settling on his face when Nyx sat up in your arms, still cuddled against you. 

“Hi, daddy! I got a bump on my head, look!” Pushing his hand over his hair, he moved his fringe out of the way, Rhysand’s eyes going comically wide as he stepped closer to get a look at it. “I fell off the climbing frame!”

His frantic gaze swept to you as he ran a thumb over his son’s forehead, the other hand settling on your hip subconsciously, but all your attention seemed to fix on the way his thumb swept over your waist in a matching way. 

“I took care of it all, don’t worry.” You mustered the best smile you could, getting a whiff of his expensive work cologne when he dipped down to press a kiss to the same spot you had when tucking Nyx into the car. He examined the cut a little more, frowning at the mark on his son’s face, and you wanted to say something, to reassure him, to quash the thoughts about being a bad father that you knew were flying through his head. Before you could speak, though, he was acting once again.

He nodded, seeming to have already fought the war inside his own mind, and if the way his shoulder’s slumped from their tightened position, he’d won this one. Leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead too, your breath caught in your throat at the intimate brush of his lips over your skin. Rhysand had always been affectionate, this part of your friendship was nothing new, but somehow, it had become so much more than a flirty comment or wink. Your eyes fluttered shut, pressing selfishly into that hint of affection as it dragged on just a second too long, warmth coating your cheeks when he pulled back. 

“Give me five minutes to finish this meeting up, wait in my office.” His attention moved to his son. “You can get one toy out, just one.”

At the mention of the toy-box tucked away in the back corner of the office, Nyx’s face lit up, hands clapping together excitedly, and Rhys chuckled at him. “Do you need anything?”

“We’ll be fine.” You’d been to his office more times than you could count, knowing the building like the back of your hand. “Go finish up, gods know you didn’t make me suffer through your rehearsals a thousand times just to mess it all up now.”

He only smirked, adjusting his blazer and ruffling his son’s hair, cautious of his injury. “I’ll be with you soon, darling.” Before you could respond, he was placing a quick kiss on your cheek, and backing away and returning to work, the door closing behind him. 

When you stared at his empty space a little too long, Nyx let out an impatient sigh. “I want to play with the racing cars, darling.”

“Hey, now, cheeky! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were feeling absolutely fine, and perhaps I should take you back to school!” 

Nyx burst out into more laughter, shaking his head and clinging to you. Even if his movements did make it harder to carry him, you didn’t care, grinning at the enthusiasm and excitement on his face. As soon as you had the office door open, he was squirming in your arms to get down, racing over to the box in the corner the second his feet were touching the floor. 

Tearing off the lid, you flicked the light on, shutting the door and frowning as he began to pile toys up all along the floor. “Nyx, your dad just told you only one toy. Pick one, put the rest back.”

“But the cars all count as one, I have to get the whole set out!”

“Nope. You know that’s not how it works.” He scowled, but remained silent, making a point of pulling out the black truck with flames on the wheels, the one you hated, because it made terrible sound effects of grating engines and monster trucks. Piling the rest of the toys back inside haphazardly, the lid remained off the box, and he switched the volume up, glancing at you as he did. You only granted him a sigh, collapsing down into the plush leather chair of Rhysand’s desk.

Five minutes of watching Nyx push the truck around the floor and over every surface as he made car sounds himself soon slipped into ten. He changed toys to a small fluffy dog, and at fifteen minutes, an action figure. Just as he was setting up for his meeting with the plastic army man, Rhys appeared at the door, tugging his tie loose and smiling when you straightened in his chair. 

Tucking the tie down into his suit pocket, he circled the desk, eyeing Nyx on the floor, who didn’t even bother to look up from his life-or-death mission. Taking a seat in one of the cushioned meeting chairs on the other side of the desk, he turned a questioning gaze to you, raising an eyebrow.

“He climbed too high on the climbing frame at school, and slipped when another kid tried to help him down. He got all checked out by the school first aid, he’s totally fine. No dizziness or headaches or nausea, nothing wrong. Just a bruise and a bump.” It didn’t stop Rhys from worrying, rolling his lower lip between his teeth as his gaze moved back to his joyfully-distracted son. “Rhys.”

He didn’t look up, biting down on that lip harder. With one hand, he popped free the button on his collar, and the one below, taking a deep breath. 

“Rhysand.” With a firmer tone, you managed to gain his attention, a reluctant stare shifting to you, and you held your hands out across the desk, palms up. Wiggling your fingers, he placed one hand in both of yours, sighing sadly at the look on your face as you squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, Nyx is fine, I made sure of it. I checked him out myself, signed the forms after reading them, and I’ve been keeping an eye on him. Look at him. He’s perfectly okay.”

“I’m sorry you had to leave work.” He whispered, ashamed gaze trailing to your joined hands, the edges of his lips barely flickering as you smoothed your thumbs over his knuckles. He squeezed a little harder, tugging a little closer, ensuring you weren’t letting go just yet. You’d had no intention to, anyway.

Tugging on your hands a little more, he guided you around the desk, back to your feet until you were standing before him, between his knees, and he could tip forwards to brace his head against your ribs. He still held tight to one of your hands, running his fingers over your skin now, but you managed to fight one hand free. With it, you patted his hair softly, smoothing over it until he let out a shaky but light breath. 

“Thank you.”

“You know I’d do anything for you two. Absolutely anything, you have nothing to thank me for, or say sorry for.” He only nodded, tipping his head up enough that the tip of his nose dragged over your skin, until his chin was propped there instead, glancing up at you.

“Not true, I’m thankful for you every single day.”

You willed your body not to react, not to give you away, other than the small smile you offered him, settling with your hand on the nape of his neck for a second. It was intimate, romantic, far too much for friendship, and the sudden flash of thought made your spine stiffen, and your hand retract down to sit safely on his shoulder instead. “Rhys?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Why does Nyx’s school have me listed as his mother?”

He blinked, once. “What?”

“When they called, they asked me if I was his mom, and I never got a chance to correct her before she was telling me everything. Then when I got there, she said it again.”

He was silent for a moment, before sitting up once again, disentangling himself from you and putting on an easy-going smile to match his shrug as he slumped back into the seat. “I have no idea. Maybe she just got confused, or forgot.”

“Okay…” You gave only a moment's pause, leaning yourself on the edge of the desk beside you, and crossing your arms. “Well, why does your receptionist think I’m your wife?”

“She’s new.” The words rolled off of his tongue so fast it was like he’d planned them, your brows shooting up a little. “I mean, you come in here carrying Nyx, and what else would she know?”

Despite his casual demeanour, a soft layer of pink tinged those tan cheeks, so faint you’d hardly notice it if you weren’t so good at reading him. His eyes studied you for a second, a deep look as he stared, gaze taking you in just as much as you seemed to take him in. There was a lull, a pause, like so many moments lately where the air seemed positively charged between you both, lingering on an adrenaline-filled precipice and just waiting for something to happen.

Rhys broke it, just a second before it would have become too much for you, too. Clearing his throat, he caught Nyx’s attention. “Why don’t we go and get some ice-cream, buddy? Put the toy away and we can go right now.”

“Before dinner?” The child’s eyes widened, throwing the army man into the box without a care for the way he slammed off of the wall, all love gone now at the mention of ice-cream. Clicking the lid back into place, you watched them interact in a daze, the joking and chatter becoming background noise. 

You’d never given yourself a chance to think before, too scared to get your heart broken and to lose them both, but a small flame of hope in the back of your heart had been steadily growing bigger and brighter, and it was starting to become hard to ignore. 

Only when a small hand slipped into yours did you snap out of it, Nyx swinging happily with one hand in yours and the other in his father’s, telling him all about the school work he’d done as Rhysand grabbed for his briefcase and coat. Once he’d acquired them, you were on the move, trailing through the building in much the same way, swinging Nyx between your bodies and letting him bounce excitedly at the prospect of frozen sugar before a healthy meal. 

As you wandered through the lobby, you took stock of yourselves, noting just how much the three of you really did resemble a family. The receptionist would be right to assume, simply from what it looked like. And, even if the teacher did know you hadn't been, from the number of mornings you’d dropped Nyx at school or picked him up at the end of the day, it could easily be misread as merely a development in a complicated relationship. 

Perhaps, it was nothing more than a misunderstanding, and Rhys was right. 

The butterflies in your stomach died down to a heavy weight. One of both relief, and disappointment you refused to acknowledge, the hot flush of anxiety cooling into a steady calm, and you were finally able to take a deep breath once again as you reached the car.

“We just need to grab his bag and forms from my car, and-”

“You’re not coming for ice-cream?” Rhys’ head snapped up from where he’d been looking down at his son, brows furrowing at you, and Nyx fell silent, turning to stare up with an identical look of confusion. 

“You don’t like ice-cream?” He echoed in his father’s tone, the two were far too alike for your good, and Nyx was nothing if not a clone of his father. One silver lining had always been that Nyx seemed to be 99% Rhys, only getting 1% from his mother. It was the smattering of freckles over his nose that only came out in the summer.

“Of course, I like ice-cream.” You tapped at the tip of Nyx’s nose and he beamed.

“So, you’re gonna’ come with us, then?” Your gaze moved from him, to Rhys, whose brows only furrowed further. 

“What’re you lookin’ at me for? You know you’ve always got a place with us. Frankly, if you decided to move in tomorrow, I wouldn't bat an eye.”

Your eyes rolled, and when you were looking back at him, he was grinning. “What about my car?”

“I’ll drive you back here to get it.”

“What about work?” You motioned to the building behind you, and he opened his car door, motioning for Nyx to hop up into the back. 

“I own the company, I can take off an afternoon to be with the people I care about.”

“What about-” He leaned in close enough that your noses almost brushed, a smirk forming on his lips at the hitch in your breath, cutting off your words.

“Shut up, get in the car, and let me take my family for ice-cream.”

You couldn’t breathe, never mind form a response, that word ricocheting through the inside of your skull like a bullet. Nudging you to the side, Rhys opened the passenger door, motioning you too, until you were sinking into the spacious car and letting him close the door behind you. 

By the time he’d strapped in his son and gotten into the car himself, you’d regained your calm and your ability to speak. “You’re bossy.”

“I’m the boss.”

“Not in this car, you’re not.” You muttered under your breath, his chuckle only dulled by the purr of the engine as the SUV roared to life. Setting the car into gear, he cast a cheeky look in your direction. 

“Oh, I know. You’ve been calling the shots here since the day I met you, and I’m just fine with that.”

He settled a hand on your knee, innocently enough, after turning on kid’s songs to match your car to keep Nyx happy. He never flinched, never even glanced at his hand on you, like it was the most normal and natural thing in the world. The scariest part, was that it felt exactly that way to you, too.

Nothing about it seemed wrong, or off, and the longer you stared at his hand, the more you wanted to take it. To lace your fingers together, set your hands in your lap after kissing his knuckles. Despite your attempts to push it down, it was seeming more and more like your ignorance of your situationship with Rhysand was making itself known.

It didn’t make sense. You were perfect together, in every other way, so why had he never made a move in this way? The spike of confused pain through your chest stung like a needle through the heart.

The drive to the ice-cream parlour didn’t give you much time to think, everything today was too fast, not enough time to think or clear your head. Before you knew it, you were pulled to a stop, Rhys climbing from the car to release his son who was practically tearing out of his car-seat to get to his favourite dessert store. He could have done with the run, the walk, anything to burn off some of that energy, but Rhys scooped him up into his arms, pressing several kisses to his son’s head, who only moaned and pushed at his father’s head.

He didn’t want kisses, he wanted sprinkles.

Too bad Rhys was beating himself up again about it all. Freeing yourself from the car to alleviate his worries, you squeezed his arm as you stepped out, shooting him a look to tell him that Nyx was more than okay. “One bumped head does not make you the world’s worst dad. Kids have accidents all the time, but look how happy he is right now.”

He didn’t need to look, shuffling his son to his hip and reaching out for your hand instead as he nodded. Lifting it up, he placed a kiss on the back of your hand before lacing your fingers together.

There was a bell tinkling over your head as Rhysand guided you into the cold store, looking for all the world, once again, like a real family, and you allowed yourself a few selfish seconds to eat it up. Finally, Nyx gained his freedom, darting over to the large glass display cabinet and plastering himself to the front of it as he took in all the flavours available today.

By the time the two of you had reached the front of the queue, he’d seemingly made up his mind, turning to stare at you both with a look on his face that could only mean trouble. 

“You pick what you want, bud?”

Rhys’ cautious tone meant he’d picked it up too, his hand squeezing a little tighter around your own when you chuckled, cutting you a glare as Nyx rolled on the balls of his feet and nodded. “I want the chocolate fudge, two scoops,” He held up two small fingers, for emphasis. “With chocolate sauce and the little fudge-chunk sprinkles.”

The woman behind the counter only laughed, staring down at him adoringly as he placed his hands on his hips, expectantly. Rhys’ eyes widened, his head shaking a little. “How about vanilla, with strawberry sauce, and rainbow sprinkles?”

“Ew, yucky, no.” Nyx’s face crumpled, and Rhysand’s jaw dropped, glancing from his son to you, and back. 

“It was your favourite last time.”

“But, this time my favourite is chocolate fudge with chocolate sauce and fudge chunks, Daddy!” Nyx stated it like it was obvious, and you tugged on your connected hands to bring an indignant Rhys’ attention to you. 

“Oh, let him have his chocolate-fudge extravaganza, he bumped his head.” Rhys’ only scowled, muttering under his breath about being ‘ganged up on’, before nodding to the woman behind the till but indicating for only one scoop. 

“You’re putting him to bed when he gets a sugar rush.” Was all Rhys could snipe back with, a smile forming on your lips against your control once again, letting him lead you over to the display stand as Nyx watched his ice-cream being constructed with rapt attention. Turning from the cabinet to you, he nudged his nose lightly against your temple, a feeling that had blood rushing to your cheeks and your head spinning at the intimacy. “The usual?”

“Yeah.” Your voice broke a little as you spoke the single syllable, and had you been capable of speaking properly at the time, you were sure you’d have been a little more embarrassed about it. 

“One raspberry victoria-sponge chunk ice-cream with, two scoops, and one triple-scoop rocky road.” He added to the order, the woman only nodding, piling them up on top of the counter as Nyx tried to reach for his, sparkles in his eyes as he stared at his sickly-sweet monstrosity in awe. 

Lifting it down for him, you stuck a wooden spoon into the cardboard cup holding it, a soft ‘thank you’ tumbling from his lips as he accepted it, cradling the pot patiently in his hands like it was a rare treasure. You remembered the same look being on Rhys’ face when he’d first held his son, the same tender and gentle astonishment, the shock in his eyes at something so special. You could only smile. 

“Darling,” Rhys tugged on your arm, your head snapping up from Nyx to look at him, only to find both his eyes and the servers on you. You hummed, brows raising, and watching Rhys balancing two ice-cream cones in his hand. “I said, can you get my wallet? It’s in my jacket pocket, your side.”

“Oh! Right, sure.” Twisting to him, he smoothed his thumb over your hand in silent appreciation as you rooted around the inside of his pocket, fingers brushing across worn black leather, and pulling it free. 

You were more than familiar with Rhys’ money and his cards, he often handed you a small fold of notes or one of his shiny cards whenever you took Nyx out or needed to buy something, refusing to ever let you pay, but you rarely held the whole wallet.

Flipping it open, your eyes scanned over the folds inside to search for the right card, but your gaze snagged on the fold of an image inside. Pinned lightly behind clear plastic, the image preserved perfectly, was a picture of you and Nyx. You remembered the moment clearly, you’d been out with the whole family, one of the rare moments that Azriel had been home at the same time Mor was back from travels and Cassian had a day off. Amren even freed the day up to sit in the park with you all, celebrating Nyx’s third birthday. Mor had been on her Polaroid camera hype, and you didn’t even know she’d snapped this picture. 

Nyx’s hands were on your face, pushing your sunglasses on upside down after he’d finished playing with them. He was stood between your legs, the sundress you’d worn that day still had small stains from the muddy bottoms of his shoes, but the smile on his face that was caught in the picture was worth it. You rubbed a hand over the plastic protecting it, treasuring that day with all of your heart, and uncovering Rhys’ writing at the bottom as you did.

‘My loves’.

“Darling, the purple card. C’mon, the ice-cream is getting warm.” He nudged you again, Nyx staring pleadingly from the ground below as he clutched his treat, still waiting, and you slipped the purple card out with your thumb. Tapping it against the car reader and being sure to add a tip to compensate for your daydreaming, you slid the card back, sliding the wallet back into his pocket as the three of you found a table.

Just because you could no longer see the picture, didn’t mean it, and, more importantly, the caption, wasn’t seared into your mind. My loves. If he truly felt that way, why hadn't Rhysand ever made a move? It didn’t make sense, you’d been here since before Nyx had even been born, almost a decade of best-friendship and flirty comments that never became anything more, while secretly harbouring a picture of you in his wallet and holding your hand, kissing your forehead and smiling in a way that read as far more than just friends.

You’d barely even settled into the booth before Nyx was digging into his ice-cream, and your hand finally being freed and you were given your cone. Twisting it around and towards yourself, your eyes narrowed a little on the chunk missing from the side, somewhere where an obviously large piece of cake had been pulled out, and your glare turned to Rhys.

“You ate some of my ice-cream?”

“We always share, stop acting so surprised about it.” He grinned, taking a large scoop from his own, and you scowled at him. 

“I hadn't even tried it yet, and you ate the best piece of cake!” He only smirked. 

“Do you want to try my ice-cream?” Nyx offered, and you turned to look at him across the table. His hand was gripping the spoon like he was stirring in a cauldron, the contents inside had been churned up into a gloopy mess, and he held a spoonful of it out to you, chocolate and fudge-covered cheeks stretched in a smile. 

“That’s okay, Nyxie, it’s all for you.” You passed your cone back to Rhys after unwrapping the napkin from around it. “Hold this, and don’t eat any more.”

He nodded dutifully, but eyed another piece of cake hidden within the ice-cream nonetheless, as he ate his own. There was a particularly large piece of dark chocolate with a marshmallow on the side of his own that he’d yet to notice, and you stored that away for revenge. Reaching across the table, you wiped at Nyx’s cheeks, unsure why you’d bothered since he was only going to end up in the same state again soon, but you did your best with the sticky mess anyway.

You gave up when he got ice-cream on your hand too, refusing to pause eating even when you tried to clean him up. Leaving the scrunched-up napkin on the table, his father only chuckled in your ear and handed you your cone back. Turning to him, you held out your other hand. Wiggling your fingers, his face pinched for a second, before he sighed, giving in. He pulled that same face every time, despite being right that you always shared, a victorious smile on your face. 

You made a point of turning the cone, flashing the delicious chunk of chocolate and marshmallow to him, watching his jaw drop to stop you, but not fast enough. Clamping your mouth down around it, you pulled the chunk free, chocolate melting across your tongue as you let out a moan of appreciation.

His eyes flared, leaning in and snatching his cone back, but leaving his face close enough to your own that when you licked over your lips, you almost licked him too. “You’re so cruel to me.”

“Payback is a… well, you know the saying.” You smirked, ensuring not to swear in front of the child across the table from you both, and he only growled a little. His eyes flickered over your face, every spot his gaze touched made your skin burst out with heat, lingering for a moment on your mouth. He smirked, raising a hand, and brushing his thumb along the edge of your mouth as he pulled back a fraction.

“You missed a spot.” He breathed, thumb slipping to settle on your chin instead, and his eyes found yours once again. The air between you both crackled like it never had before, electricity sparking between you both again, but so much more intense. “I, uhm, I’ve been meaning to talk to you lately...”

“Yeah? Well, we never see each other, I can see how it’d be hard to find the time.” You teased, his softly sighed laugh brushing over your face as his gaze held yours. Smoothing his thumb along your jaw until he was cupping your face, it was only when a drop of ice-cream dripped from your cone and onto your finger, the cold sending a jolt through you that made you gasp and snap back. 

Glancing down at it, you winced, licking away any more drops that looked like they may fall, and using Nyx’s napkin to wipe your fingers. When you turned back to Rhys he was facing the table again, eating his ice-cream and acting as though nothing had happened. The bubble was broken, whatever he was going to say he clearly wasn’t planning on anymore, and so you let it pass.

You ate your ice-creams together, conversation steadily flowing onto other topics, far safer ones, no doubt, and you did your best to clean up Nyx’s face once again. Smears of chocolate covered his cheeks, and you knew Rhys would have to scrub it off later before bed. 

The ride back to the office was where you grew to regret convincing Rhysand to allow Nyx’s choice, his sugar rush beginning to kick in at full force. He screamed his songs at the top of his lungs, loud enough to make you both wince as you drove, bouncing chaotically in his seat and threatening to break right out like a miniature beast. 

The hand, now sitting on your lower thigh rather than your knee, squeezed at a particularly loud shriek as he played with the window settings, up and down, up and down. “This is your fault.”

“I know!” You wailed, glancing back at Nyx, who was all but vibrating as he rocked side to side, giggling hysterically to himself. “I figured the sauce would be sugar-free, and fudge isn’t that much sugar, it’s like-”

“It’s half sugar!”

“What?” Your eyes widened a little, turning to look at Rhys with wide eyes, and he contained his laughter as he watched the road, trying to tune out the din from the backseat. “Regardless, I apologise for this.” There would be no calming him now.

Rhys rubbed his hand up and down your thigh softly. “I already told you, that's your problem. You think I’m going to let you go home and leave me with this?”

“I have some very important work to do-”

“Liar.” He called your bluff, and you scowled, turning your glare on his hand as it set warmth firing along all of your nerves. 

When he finally pulled back into the parking lot, it was considerably emptier than it had been when you’d left, and he spun to park across two full spaces into place beside your car. He left the car with a happy sigh, closing the noise that his son was making inside the vehicle, and rolling his neck from side to side. Finally, he opened his son’s side, lifting the boy from his chair and setting him on the concrete, where he immediately began to jump up and down, holding onto his dad’s hand.

The pair accompanied you to your car, retrieving the school bags and taking them back to their own while you gathered the correct forms from the glovebox, meeting him by the back of the SUV that made your car look tiny in comparison. You pressed them into his hands, and he tucked them into the front pocket of Nyx’s bag, setting his son off to put the bags away, who remarkably, did as told.

“I know you said no thanks, but, thank you for today. I mean it, you were so wonderful. You’re always so wonderful, I couldn't do any of this without you.”

“Any time, Rhys. You know that.” He shrugged, hands tucking into the pockets of his smart pants, leaning against the side of the car only a foot away from you.

“I know, but that doesn’t make me any less lucky to have found you, and to get to keep you in my life.” 

Small padding of feet came rushing back, bags no longer in sight but a picture clutched in his hands to be held up in the air as he came to a stop. It was decorated with pieces of glued-on dried pasta, glitter and sequins, and some splatters of paint. The most important part, though, was the drawing at the bottom. 

You’d grown used to his style of drawing now, easily able to pick out what each scribble was supposed to be, or rather, who each scribble was supposed to be, and the attempt at writing underneath. It didn’t matter, though, because he was quick to enthusiastically point it all out. 

“Look, look! It’s us! This is daddy, in purple. And this is you in blue, because it’s your favourite colour. And this is me! I’m wearing a crown.” His chest puffed up proudly, the broken piece of pasta on his head acting like a crown, and you traced the words written in matching colours under each figure. 

Daddy. Nyx. Mommy.

Casting a look up, Rhys was staring at the paper, a horribly crushing mix of longing and pain in his eyes as he stared at it, throat bobbing in a swallow, before he was blinking it away. He’d always been good at playing another role, hiding his feelings when he needed to, but you’d caught him too many times. 

All the pining and want, you’d always assumed it had been for Feyre, for the missing woman who had birthed his son, but when his eyes met yours, the façade cracking just a touch, you allowed yourself to wonder if maybe it was for you. Whatever it was today, this last few months, it was something new. It was like those walls you’d built up were finally crumbling, he was fighting through his own, and he let out a shaky sigh. 

He let Nyx lower the photo, occupied with admiring his artwork. He leaned down, lips finding your cheek and lingering there in a soft kiss. You hooked a finger under his chin, twisting his head up until your noses were brushing, his eyes snapping open wide before you, as your lips brushed lightly. “What are you doing?”

“Well, I was thinking about kissing you.” You whispered, your voice shaking as you second-guessed yourself, second-guessed it all. His hand found your hip, smoothing around to sit on your lower back and tugging you close enough that your chests pressed together, his forehead resting on yours. 

He didn’t pull away, he didn’t stop you, he just gave you your chance to decide. 

So, you did. 

You leaned up, pressing your lips to his in a delicate kiss that set your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies, and drew a soft noise from Rhys as he tightened his hold on you. After only a second of hesitation, he kissed you back, a push and pull with his lips that was as intoxicating as it was grounding. You felt like you were floating, tethered only to him as you gave into a desire you never thought you could have, his lips melding to yours in slow drags. 

It felt like it went on forever, and you were certain that you could easily have stayed there, just like that, for the rest of your life. 

When he let you breathe, when your mouths fell only an inch apart, you wanted to nudge closer to him once again, to seal yourself back to him, to sink into him wholly and entirely and never come apart again. If the tight grip he had on your hip was any indication, Rhysand felt the same way.

The fog cleared after a few moments, and he shifted back some more, eyes fluttering open once again, and this time, they were filled with questions. Swirling in the violet like a storm brewing at dusk, and you lifted a hand, running a finger over his cheek lightly, and smiling when his head tipped into your touch. 

“I’m so telling Uncle Azzy that you kissed Daddy.”

You practically jumped out of your skin, having forgotten about the babbling little boy at your feet, who was now staring up at you both in nothing but shock and smugness, one hand planted on his hip as the picture that had sealed the deal hung limply from the other.

“Daddy and-” You scooped him up before he could even get started into that little riddle, the taunting making your cheeks warm, even if he was only four, and making your way back toward the car. Rhys shuffled along behind you in a silent daze, holding the door open for you and standing by as you tucked Nyx back into his car seat. He never gave up on his childlike-smirk. 

“How about some dinner, huh? A little someone can have his favourite mac n’ cheese.”

“It's me! It’s me!” He cheered happily, and you took the opportunity while his arms were raised to strap the belt around his waist, sealing him back into the chair as his arms strapped through the other two. “I’m calling Uncle Azzy tonight. And Uncle Cassie.”

“You do that, Nyxie.” You bopped the end of his nose, switching on the small TV set that was attached to the headrest to face his way, and watching it load up. You could feel Rhys’ stare burning into you, like a fire crawling along your skin, impatient and needy and desperate for answers, making you grateful for this small distraction as you scrolled the shows on the tablet.

Like a warning, a warning not to make him wait much longer, Rhys settled one large hand over your hip, squeezing tightly and tugging you a fraction out of the car towards him, a shiver travelling down your spine. You hit play on the first show up. 

Backing out of the car to close the door, you didn’t get far, Rhys didn’t move, only pulling your body back into his with the grip on your waist, slamming the door shut for you and leaving you pressed to him. In a quick spin, he had your back pressed to the cold metal of the car, out of sight of his son and closed in by your own, the cold metal making for a relieving contrast to the heat. 

“Do it again.” There was a pleading note to his voice, his sights fixed entirely on your mouth now as he bit down on his lower lip, his forehead coming to rest on yours. “Kiss me again.”

You took your time, teasing him just a little, by running your hands up his arms, over his shoulders as he tensed, until you were holding his face. He sagged closer to you, like he couldn't even hold himself up anymore, pinning you between his body and the car. With a sweep of your thumbs over his cheeks, his eyes closed, noses brushing in sweet motions until he gave an aggravated breath at the waiting.

At long last, you gave in, closing the gap between you both once again. This time, he let out a soft moan when your mouths connected. He kissed like a man starved, like a man who had waited every moment of his life for this. It was like your first taste of air after being underwater, his mouth insistent and unrelenting, like he was memorising the way it felt to kiss you.

You gave him all you had, committing every part of him to memory too. Every sound he made, the way he panted against your lips before diving back in, teeth scraping your lower lip and sucking softly, before following it with a sharp nip. He ruined everyone else, no kiss you’d ever had compared to this and nothing else ever would. 

When his tongue smoothed over your lower lip, you were forced to pull back, to try and think somewhat clearly, one of you had to, because if you let this go on anymore, you weren’t sure you could stop. His hand was already shifting, exploring, dragging his fingertips up your spine to tangle in your hair, and you lowered yours to his shoulders, pushing him back just enough to take a breath that didn’t taste like him. 

He groaned, licking over his swollen lips to take away the taste of you, his eyes darker than before when they found you again, and you pressed your lips together to fight temptation. “You should… you should get our boy home.”

At that, he blinked, his gaze softening endlessly at the endearing claim, and his hand let your hair go to slip back to your back. Pulling you closer, he pressed a wet kiss to your cheek, nodding against your temple as he left a kiss there too. When he pulled back, it was to simply stare. There was nothing hidden now, the kind of dumb-in-love look shining in his eyes that you couldn't miss. Had it always been there, and you’d just never seen it before, or had he just stopped hiding it?

“You okay, Rhysie?”

He melted into you at the nickname you rarely brought out, eyes shining as he continued to stare. “So, so very okay, darling.”

Silence lingered between you both, the same comfortable quiet it had been since day one. No matter what, no matter how anxious or nervous or rattling, Rhys always had a way of making you feel at ease. You felt so vulnerable, and yet so safe with him, voice coming out in a whisper to speak into the gap between you both, “Can I ask you a question, Rhys?”

“Are you going to ask me if we can have carbonara with chicken for dinner again?” He teased, putting your nerves even more at ease, or maybe it was for his own, by making a joke. 

You indulged him, “It’s a classic for a reason, because it’s so good. Besides, who said I’m coming for dinner, anyway?”

“You think there’s any way I’m going to be able to let go of you now?” He mumbled, head dropping down to rest on your shoulder instead, and you chuckled, feeling his lips press a soft kiss to your shoulder through your jumper. “What did you really want to ask?”

That brought the nerves back in full force. “Why did nothing ever, y’know, happen between us?”

His head snapped up, eyes widening to look at you, but no words came from his parted lips. 

“Don’t you ever think about it, Rhys? I mean, look at us. There’s so much that would work, and I guess-”

“Of course I think about it.” He breathed the words in a rush, and your jaw snapped shut as words finally began to pour out of him, unrestrained and uncontrolled. “I think about it all the time. Every minute of every day you’re on my mind.”

“Rhys…” He let out a slow breath, but there was no stopping him now. You’d uncorked the bottle, the contents unable to be stopped from spilling. 

“Since the day I met you all those years ago, I knew that I would hold onto you for the rest of my life. I couldn't let you go. But, I was a stupid kid who just inherited a company, and I was terrified of that. I wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. You just dropped into my life and filled holes and cracks I didn’t know I had, you made me feel complete. I fell for you, so hard and so fast, and I was so godsdamned scared of that.” He looked away, unable to look at you any longer, and swallowing thickly. 

“So, we became friends…”

“So, we became friends.” He repeated, sighing like he couldn't hold the weight of the world anymore. “I thought, selfishly, that I could hold onto you as my best friend, until I was ready for more. That it would be fine. I was too slow, though, and you started dating Lucien.”

Your mind flickered back, hardly remembering the man you’d been with for only a couple of months almost six years ago, flashes of red hair and tanned skin in your mind recalling it.

“He was good to you, and I hated that. I hated him, but I wanted you to be happy. But, I was so miserable. I was so sickeningly, maddeningly, obviously in love with you, and I had to do something before you noticed. So, I dated Feyre. It wasn’t… we moved too quickly, too fast. I threw myself into it and then she got pregnant. Nyx came along, and she abandoned him. I thought I’d lose you too. I was scared again, but you stayed. You helped with everything, you made it better.” 

His voice started to crack, and so your arms raised, looping around his neck, pulling him in until his forehead was pressed to your own. 

“I wasn’t scared when you were there. You taught me everything, you stayed for every step. I knew within days that you should have been Nyx’s mother, that being with you like this was all I’d ever want, I started to want everything cliché, a white picket fence and a little house of our own and a street where Nyx could learn to ride a bike with us. I mean, I picked out the house you liked best from the viewings even though it was gonna cost so fuckin’ much to renovate and repair and clean, but it was so worth it.” He laughed emptily, and you sniffed back tears.

“I had no idea.”

“I know, I never told you. I wanted you to see your dream house without the guilt.” He rubbed at his nose, and you kissed his cheeks, feeling him smile under your lips as you did, stopping the tears clinging to his lashes from falling. “But, you were still with Lucien, so I settled to take what I could get. If having you as my friend, helping me raise him like this, was all I could ever have, I’d take it. Then, you weren’t, and I thought maybe you’d be heartbroken about your break-up, or sad, and I wanted to give you time. I gave you too much time, I was a coward, I was nothing but a lonely man who already had a son. I couldn't offer you all the things you wanted anymore. I couldn't travel or go out and party or do anything. I’m always working or with my boy, and I didn’t want you to be forced to take that on.”

You were shocked, his candour had left you breathless, and he sniffled lightly, blinking away the tears he was unwilling to let drop. “We broke up because of you.”

“What?” He let himself look up, to you, of all the expectations he’d seemingly braced himself for, this obviously wasn’t it.

“Lucien and I. He- he said, understandably, that it felt strange to have a relationship with a woman who was practically a part of another family. It made him feel like some sort of home-wrecker. He didn’t say it, and he never would’ve, he was a good man, but it was a choice. You and Nyx, or him.” Giving the best smile you could despite the emotions overwhelming you, he matched it with a watery laugh. “I didn’t even have to think about it. That’s why I was never sad.”

“You chose us.”

“I’ll always choose you.” Your smiles were real this time, shared and intimate and frighteningly tender. “So, the real question, is whether you’re still sickeningly, maddeningly in love with me?”

“You forgot ‘obviously’. I can’t believe you don’t know it, I haven’t been subtle. I tell everyone you’re my wife, and let them believe you’re Nyx’s mom.” Your scoff only made him smirk, smacking at his shoulder lightly, pushing him away only to have him grip you tighter, tugging you closer to him. 

“I knew those weren’t ‘little mistakes’, or miscommunications!” He only shrugged, dipping back in, every intention clear as he moved slowly. 

“I intended to tell you today, and so many other times, but I was always so scared of losing you.” The confession hung between you both, the unspoken promises and words as he tried to give you a chance to leave, to back away, to call it too much, but you didn’t. 

You let him kiss you, let him kiss you until your lungs burned for oxygen and your head was spinning, and it felt like hours had passed by as you learned one another’s mouths. You let him kiss you until you were sure he understood that you felt the same, that you always had.

“I still love you. I will always love you. You don’t just get over this kind of love.”

You could only grin at him, cheeks aching but you didn’t care, because you couldn't have contained your happiness even if you’d wanted to. “Good, because it would have been horrible if my feelings were unrequited.”

“Never.” A few more stolen kisses, mumbled promises between them. “So, you’ll follow us home for dinner?”

The leap in your chest at the word home was enough to make you breathless, the knowledge you now had that he’d chosen it just for you, in hopes you’d one day live with them. It was almost too much to bear. “Only if you’re making carbonara. And garlic bread.”

“I’ll make you anything you want if it means you’ll keep kissing me.” You hummed, pressing another peck to his lips before managing to disentangle yourself, despite his complaints and tight hold.

“I’ll see you soon, where we can continue this.”

“Don’t take too long, I’ll miss you too much.” He winked, looking messy and kiss-ruined as you stepped back to fully take him in. His shirt was rumpled, his blazer was a little askew, and his cheeks were flushed red, swollen lips to match. 

He was perfect. 

“Hurry home to us, darling.”

#rhysand x reader #rhysand x you #rhysand/you #rhysand/reader #acotar/you #acotar/reader #acotar x you #acotar x reader #rhysand #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[pholla-jm]

I Got a Boyfriend!

IMAGINE: I GOT A BOYFRIEND! ~ ZORO X READER feat: nami GENRE: FLUFF cw: zoro is a bit ooc. established relationship. alcohol consumption. ************

“Oh come on! Just one more drink. I promise, the next one is so good.” 

Nami drunkenly giggles at your words, you didn’t have to tell her twice. “Yeah!” 

You nod at her with a large smile and turn to the bartender, ordering more drinks. 

A couple minutes later, the bartender drops off your desired drinks. “I still.. .I still don’t know how you know these many drinks.” “My ma was a good bartender!” 

Nami awes at your words. 

“Anyway, I’m so glad that these drinks are free!” Nami giggles and you look at her confused. “Huh, since when?” 

Nami jabs her thumb towards a random man behind her. You didn’t need any other explanation. You just chuckle before taking some more sips from the cocktail. 

The more sips that you took, the more light you felt. Everything around you made you giggle. Especially when men constantly came up to Nami and tried to talk to her. She would barely give them the time of day. 

Soon, a small frown takes place. “You’re so pretty, Nami. Every man here has tried to talk to you.” Nami hums, her chin going into the palm of her hand. “Well… you kind of have a bodyguard.” She says, her eyes fluttering behind you. 

You whip around, however, you moved a little too fast and your vision blurred. You couldn’t see anything well and soon your brain becomes foggy with confusion. 

You turn back to Nami with an exasperated sigh, “I don’t see anyone” You whine out and grab your drink. Without even thinking, you chug the rest of your drink through the straw. 

“Oh girl,” Nami bursts out laughing, “you are drunk.” 

“Huh? Well yeeaaah. That’s what happens when ya drink, ya know?” “Yeah, yeah.” 

Nami looks past you again and nods her head. You had no idea what she was doing. But you didn’t have much time to think about it. 

“Alright, (y/n). Let’s go.” You hear a familiar voice, but your vision was too blurred to notice who it was. “Huh, who are ya?” You lean away from the man and you can hear Nami’s laughter. 

“It’s me. Your boyfriend. I’m taking you back to the ship.” 

You were silent for a bit, squinting your eyes to try to get a better look at this person. “No, you’re not.” 

He sighs, “I don’t have time to deal with this.” 

You were soon lifted up and thrown over his shoulder. Your eyes widen at the sudden movement, and you hold your breath to try to ease the sudden queasiness. 

Zoro on the other hand, was slightly amused by your antics. He wonders how drunk you are to be acting like this. He doesn’t waste any time getting you back to the ship, because he didn’t want you to give him more trouble. 

It was only a couple of minutes before he heard your voice again. 

“Heeeey. What do you think you’re doing?” He can feel a little bit of resistance from you, but it’s nothing he couldn’t handle. “Getting you to bed.” 

“Nooo, you can’t. I have a boyfriend. And he’s gonna kill you for touching me like this.” 

Zoro smirks at your words. You were right, he would definitely kill someone for touching you the way he was right now. 

“I think it’ll be fine. We’re almost there anyway.” 

You just groan at his words, too tired to put up a fight anymore. 

True to his words, you were at the ship shortly. 

As soon as Zoro puts you down on the deck, you grab onto his arms to steady yourself. 

The feeling of his warm arms somehow clears your vision and you are ecstatic to see that it was your boyfriend, Zoro. 

You smile widely at him, “Zoro! Where have you been?” You lean forward to wrap your arms around him. Your head landed on his chest. 

You hear Zoro sigh, “I’ve been-” 

“Wait, Zoro!” You pull back, “did you see that guy? There was a guy earlier. I didn’t like him.” 

Zoro just looks down at you with a smirk, “is that so?” “Yeah! He didn’t listen to me, and just… just picked me up!” 

Zoro observes how your cheeks were flushed pink, your eyes glossed over- clear tell signs that you were drunk. He couldn’t help himself. He brings both of his hands up to your face. Squishing your cheeks together. “He sounds awful.” He agrees with you. 

You giggle at his actions, and place your hands over his. “Totally.” 

Zoro shakes his head at you, “let’s get you to bed now.” 

“Okay!” You excitedly shout and pull away from him. You start to run towards your bedroom, but you stumble and fall to the ground. 

Another sigh leaves Zoro’s lips as he observes you on the ground. “You’re so drunk you can’t even walk.” 

Zoro picks you up again. This time, one arm was under your knees and the other supported your back. 

“No.. I’m just drunk, that I can’t run.” 

Somehow Zoro was able to understand your sentence, “same thing.” 

You hum, relaxing. “Thank you.” You whisper. 

“Eh? What for?” Zoro looks down at you, however, he finds that your eyes are already closed. You had drifted off into dreamland leaving Zoro to take complete care of you. He takes this moment to smile down at you. “You’re lucky I love you.” He whispers, words that are only for your ears and no one else's.

#one piece #one piece x reader #oneshot #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #zoro x reader #rorona x reader #zoro fluff #op #op x reader #one piece fluff

[ktgoodmorning]

Broken

(love language series- acts of service)

Patri Guijarro x platonic!reader

Inspired by the love language acts of service- Patri and reader are best friends and roommates, Patri takes care of reader after she gets dumped.

Decided to go for platonic love in this one and try to mix it up a bit. I maybe hate how it turned out though I can't decide. Any feedback is greatly appreciated! I will say I managed to keep it under 3k and slightly less fluffy (only slightly) so it's baby steps in the right direction.

The rest of the love language series:

Perfect. A.Bonmati x reader. Quality time.

Silent communications. M.Leon. Physical touch.

Let me spoil you. C.Coll x reader. Giving and receiving gifts.

You know I love you. A.Putellas. Words of Affirmation

Masterlist.

You were jolted awake by a sudden pounding on your bedroom door. Still half asleep, you reached for your phone to check the time, hoping the person knocking would go away. 

“You better be up, we’re gonna be late!” of course it was your roommate, who else would be at your bedroom door? As soon as you heard her yelling, you realized that you hadn’t set your alarm and had 40 minutes until training started. All you could do was let out a big sigh and collapse back onto your pillow. Your chest tightened and you brought your hands up to cover your face. How could this happen? You couldn’t afford to be late for training but you also couldn’t imagine going. The idea of seeing your teammates, being out in the hot sun, and performing at your best sounded like an absolute nightmare right now. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, doing everything you could to hold in your tears and block out the horrible night you had just had. 

Patri yelled again, “(y/n) I swear to god you are not making us late, if you don’t answer me I’m coming in there!” You ignored her as you continued to lie in bed, paralyzed by your emotions. Your continued silence is what gave her the go ahead to burst into your room, “how are you still asleep, I swear if you-”. She froze as soon as she saw the state you were in. Your hands still covered your face as your body shook, crying hard. Your best friend immediately softened and rushed to your side. “Hey, you’re okay, what’s wrong?” She was starting to panic slightly.

You and Patri had been close from the moment you signed for Barcelona. When you first moved here, she had offered to let you stay in one of her spare rooms while you got settled and found a place of your own. You never intended to make it a permanent thing but as the two of you became closer, you both decided you may as well just split the rent and stay. You liked having each other’s company. In the three years you had been friends, the two of you had seen each other at your absolute worst and Patri knew that this was about what that looked like. 

You just shook your head at her, not wanting to talk about it. Somehow, your best friend took that to mean that her yelling at you to wake up is what set you off. “I didn’t mean to yell, okay? I was just trying to be loud enough to wake you up.” She spoke softly and ran her hand gently down your arm, trying to comfort you. “I’m not mad at you, I just knew you’re usually up by now and I didn’t want to leave without you or let you oversleep,” she spoke quicker than usual, not understanding how you had gotten so worked up. 

You shook your head again at her, hoping to communicate that it wasn’t her fault. “Is it something else?” she questioned you, confused. Her hand was still running gently up and down your arm, trying to bring your attention back to her. You tried to focus on your breathing in an attempt to calm down but let out some hiccups instead. All you could do was nod, trying your best to answer her question. “Here, drink some water, you’re okay,” she whispered, “you’re okay,” she passed you the water that you always had on your night stand and pulled you into her arms so you were sitting up. The water managed to help you regain awareness of your surroundings, still hiccuping slightly between sips. Patri continued to hold you, rubbing your back lightly while your breaths finally started to slow. You pulled away from her as you wiped away your tears with the sleeve of your hoodie. Finally, you were able to take a much needed deep breath. 

When you looked up at your best friend again, she was holding out a tissue as well as a ponytail for you. You gave her a small smile as you grabbed the ponytail and immediately pulled your hair into a sloppy bun on top of your head. Only Patri knew you well enough to know that your hair would be a massive source of overstimulation for you when you were this upset. It was only after you had taken her tissue and aggressively wiped at your remaining tears that you realized what time it was, “Pats, you’re gonna be late.” She could barely hear you due to how quietly you had spoken. 

“I already texted Alexia, don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna leave you like this.” She looked up at you, barely registering her words. Your eyes had gone blurry, staring off into space. Your thoughts raced. “Hey,” she moved her head directly into your line of sight to get your attention back. “What’s going on, (y/n/n)? What happened?” 

You let out another sigh, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to keep more tears from falling. Somehow you managed to speak even quieter than before, “Leah broke up with me.” Patri didn’t think she was hearing you right, especially given the volume of your voice.

 You and Leah had been together for years and she knew how happy you were with her. That couldn’t have been what you said. Her eyebrows furrowed deeply and she leaned in closer to you, “what was that?” She definitely must have heard you wrong, there was no way. 

You spoke much louder this time, pushing through your voice cracks “Please, don’t make me say it again.” For the first time this morning, you finally made eye contact with your best friend, watching how her face completely dropped. 

Patri pulled you into a tight hug, “oh my God, I’m so sorry.” She felt more tears seeping into her shirt. Her heart absolutely broke for you.  “I’ll tell Ale you’re sick, you don’t need to worry about going to training today.” 

After a few more minutes of crying, you pulled away slowly, and nodded slightly at your best friend. Not going to training did help take some weight off your shoulders. Using your sweatshirt, you reached up to wipe away at your tears, sniffling again. It was then that Patri noticed the sweatshirt you were wearing- a red Arsenal hoodie from your now ex-girlfriend. “(y/n y/l/n)! Do not tell me that you’re really wearing her sweatshirt right now!” There was a slight smile on her face, making sure you knew that she wasn’t actually mad at you. You just shrugged and she watched your eyes go out of focus as you, once again, got lost in your head.

 This hoodie had been your go-to when you were in need of comfort. It was habit for you at this point to reach for it anytime you were upset. Deep down, you knew she was right that this was only contributing to your heartbreak. You suddenly sat up taller, broken from your haze. You grabbed the bottom hem of the red fabric and immediately ripped it off, before slouching back into yourself, left in just a sports bra. Patri shook her head, slightly amused at your sudden realization. You were quiet for a while before speaking up, “at least now if I give it back it’s got my snot all over the sleeves from crying.” 

Patri laughed and shook her head slightly at your attempt at a joke. She was amazed at how you tried to joke around even when you were clearly distraught. It was encouraging to her that some part of you was able to make light of the situation, even just slightly. “Why don’t we get you up, I think it’ll make you feel better?” When you nodded at her with slightly more conviction as you previously had, she stood up and offered you her hand to help you up. “We’re gonna get you some food and get you ready for the day, and then I’ve gotta go. I don’t think I’m lucky enough to get out of the entire day’s worth of training.” She shot you a smile as she talked in hopes of lightening your mood. 

Patri would have much rather stayed with you to make sure you were alright and you both knew it. Unfortunately as one of the captains, she had a much harder time trying to get herself out of training. She knew that if she just left, you would’ve continued to lay in bed and cry, likely until she got home later tonight. By getting you out of your room and ready for the day, she knew it’d put you in a better headspace while she was gone. 

As soon as she pulled you up to stand next to her, she pulled you in for another hug. You loosely wrapped your arms around your best friend. It felt like your head had gone empty, too tired to care about any of it. You were numb. It seemed like the better option than continuing to cry. Patri noticed, of course. She noticed how you didn’t make much of an effort to hug her back. She noticed how no more tears fell onto her shoulder. She noticed how you were silent again, staring into space. All she could do was go forward with her plan and hope that it helped. 

“Do you want to pick out some clothes or do you want me to?” She looked at you for confirmation as she walked over to your closet. 

“You can.” You trusted her enough to know what you’d want at the moment and you were right. She returned to you with a matching sweatsuit set, exactly what you would’ve picked for yourself. Patri held out the clothes to you, making sure you approved of them. 

Once you grabbed them from her, she gave you a small smile, proud of herself for knowing what to pick. “You get dressed and brush your teeth, I’m gonna go make you something to eat, okay?” 

You nodded and she turned to leave your room. “Hey Patri,” she turned back around and saw that you had a pout plastered across your face. Her eyes squinted at you suspiciously, knowing that this wasn’t the face you made when you were actually upset. “Would you make me pancakes?” you had to really work to control the smirk that you were trying to hide, giving her your best puppy-dog eyes. Patri smiled and rolled her eyes at you, once again glad to see your personality shine through. “Pleeaasee,” you whined at her, pushing your bottom lip out even further. You figured if you were gonna be sad, you might as well get pancakes out of it. 

Patri started to laugh at your antics, “I’m way too nice to you, mi amiga.” 

“Hey quit complaining, I’m the one who has to be here alone and sad all day,” you were still joking around but the heartache was thick in your voice. Apparently your latest strategy of pretending nothing happened was already failing you. 

The sympathetic look in Patri’s eyes was just another reminder of how much you both knew you were struggling. “I’ll make you your pancakes, chica, you go get dressed.” 

You nodded again and turned back for your room. It felt like a weight was placed on your shoulders as another wave of sadness washed over you. You downed some more of your water and fought to keep your breathing steady. The last thing you wanted is to keep Patri away from training even longer and you knew if you had another breakdown that she’d have a hard time leaving you here. You squeezed your eyes shut and tensed all your muscles, relaxing them as you let out a deep breath. It seemed to do the job for the time being which allowed you to force yourself to get dressed.

 As you did so, you appreciated Patri’s pick in clothes for you. The joggers and sweatshirt combo was perfectly comfy and the fact that it matched made you feel slightly put together. She knew that you always felt better when you looked cute. When you got changed, you appreciated how right she was. You did feel slightly better. The brokenness was still there, but there was at least a small glimmer of hope inside you. 

Once you were dressed, you brushed your teeth and went to join Patri in the kitchen. You sat down at the table just as she was putting your pancakes on a plate for you. Music was playing from her phone as she passed you the plate. While you started eating, your best friend started dancing around you to some of your favorite songs in an attempt to cheer you up. You giggled as she got more and more ridiculous, determined to make you laugh. 

Hearing that she succeeded she had stopped dancing to sit with you. You realized how grateful you were for your best friend. As much as you were heartbroken, her constant care for you settled your thoughts slightly. It put you at ease knowing that she’d be there to keep you from drowning in your own sadness. You set down your fork and met your best friend’s gaze, “thank you Patri. Seriously, I really appreciate all this.” 

She grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, “no problem, chica, you’ve done the same for me many times.” She shook her head at you slightly, trying to brush off that it was no big deal to her, it was just what she did. When she pushed her chair back and stood up, you sunk down slightly, realizing she was about to leave you to go to training. Obviously she had to leave. You knew this was coming and you needed to get over it. You’re an adult. You could handle being alone. 

But Instead of going to the door like you expected, she came to stand directly behind you. “Do you want me to braid your hair before I leave?” 

Your eyes lit up and you suddenly sat up straighter, “Really? Do you even have time?” 

Patri chuckled lightly at your excitement, “probably not but I’ll go quick.” 

You settled back in your chair as you felt her gently pulling your hair out of the bun that was sitting on top of your head. “I’ll make it up to you while you’re gone, I’ll get everything cleaned up around here, I promise.” You felt bad how much she had done for you this morning when she was still missing training for you, just to braid your hair. 

“(y/n), you’re missing training so you can rest, you don’t need to worry about anything else and you definitely don’t need to make it up to me, okay? Just take a day to take care of yourself and I’ll be home later.” she tied off your braid just as she finished her mini-lecture. You nodded at her even though you had no plans of resting. Patri turned to you and gave you a tight hug again, “Are you gonna be okay while I’m gone?” 

You nodded into her shoulder hesitantly. You didn’t want her to worry about you but if you were being honest with yourself, you were nervous to be alone for that long. Patri could feel your hesitation and cupped your face in her hands, “text me if you need anything, alright?” You nodded again and told her goodbye as she left. 

After she went to training, you buried yourself in a pile of pillows on the couch. You had put on a reality show in hopes of distracting yourself. It only halfway worked, you were continuously getting lost in your thoughts, letting the sadness take over you. At one point, you found yourself going through your phone looking at pictures of you and Leah. That’s what sent you into another downward spiral. Hot tears streamed down your face as you struggled to catch your breath again. You didn’t even process what was going on. All you knew was that you must’ve cried yourself to sleep somewhere along the way. 

~

For the second time that day, you were woken up by your best friend. This time instead of yelling at your bedroom door, she was gently shaking your shoulder. You let out a tired groan as you opened your eyes again, “What time is it, why are you home?” 

Patri laughed at your groggy state and the way you tried to stretch out on your small couch, “Training’s done, I actually got home a while ago. You must have had quite the nap, chica.” 

As you pushed yourself up to be sitting next to her, you realized that you had done none of the things you planned on- basically sleeping and crying all day. “Oh my god, Pats I didn’t even get the kitchen cleaned up! I swear I meant to, I’ll go do it right now.” You rushed to your feet, filled with guilt that you had done nothing to contribute to your household. As you did so, she grabbed your hand and pulled you back down next to her. 

“No, it’s okay. I already did it when I got home, don’t worry about it. Why don’t we just order some food and put on a movie or something, yeah?” She raised her eyebrows waiting for an answer even though both of you knew you could never turn down that offer. You sunk back into her side while she put on one of your favorite movies. You couldn’t believe that someone was willing to do all this for you, just because you were having a rough day. You realized for a moment that maybe you’d be more okay than you thought you’d be.

The rest of the love language series:

Perfect. A.Bonmati x reader. Quality time.

Silent communications. M.Leon. Physical touch.

Let me spoil you. C.Coll x reader. Giving and receiving gifts.

You know I love you. A.Putellas. Words of Affirmation

Masterlist.

Feedback and requests are always welcome! :)

#barca femeni #barcelona femeni #woso imagines #fcb femini #woso one shot #woso #woso x reader #patri guijarro imagine #patri guijarro #patri guijarro x reader #woso imagine #wosoreading24/7 #wosoreadingpatri

[dustofthedailylife]

A Stellar Birthday

-> Masterlist || → Taglist

Pairings: Jing Yuan, Dan Heng x (gn!) Reader

Summary: It's your birthday, yet there is something that is tainting your mood. He manages to change that, however.

Tags: Fluff, hints of angst at first (but it's really harmless), SFW, kissing, confessions, Jing Yuan being a scheming master, Dan Heng being bad with feelings

A/N: Second self-indulgent birthday fic! This time for HSR. Hope you enjoy :3

JING YUAN

“Hey.” Your employer briefly knocks at the door of your office to make you aware of his presence before walking up to your desk.

“Hello, sir. Anything the matter?” You inquired carefully, because somehow your gut feeling told you that he was about to tell you something you wouldn’t like.

“Yes. I came to tell you that the vacation day you entered for tomorrow… Unfortunately, you won’t be able to take it anymore.”

“Wh-what? Why?” You ask exasperated. You had booked that day off months in advance because you and Jing Yuan wanted to spend your birthday together.

“I know this is really short notice, but Mei came to my office earlier and it’s her birthday tomorrow. Surely you don’t mind coming to work tomorrow so someone else can celebrate their birthday, right? We’d do the same for you.” 

Your boss tapped your desk twice before turning around again to leave, not even waiting for your reply.

The knot in your throat became tighter and tighter and all you wanted was to yell after him that it was your birthday as well tomorrow. Yet, somehow you didn’t have it in you to correct him, also because you could feel that you would burst into tears the moment you opened your mouth again.

You bit back a sob as you could feel the burning sensation in your eyes and some tears welled up. You tried to calm yourself by repeatedly telling yourself that it couldn’t be helped and that your birthday was just another day of the year anyway. No need to make a big deal about it. You could always spend time with Jing Yuan on another day as well. Right?

You learned your lesson and will just explicitly mention that you will take time off for your birthday next year, something that you had failed to do this year and that had caused this situation in the first place. Your boss could’ve checked your employee card and would’ve seen that it was your birthday as well, but he, too, had a lot on his plate and it couldn’t be helped anymore.

Once you were back home from work you slammed the door shut behind you and quickly took out your phone to open the chat between you and Jing Yuan.

‘Need to cancel our plans tomorrow. I’m sorry. Let’s do something on another day.’ 

You typed and hit send faster than you were able to process before turning your phone to silent mode and throwing it between the pillows of your sofa.

The frustrations of the day began to wash over you all at once at that moment and you could feel the lump in your throat grow to a size that made it hard to breathe. And no matter how much you tried to swallow it down, the tears that started to spill were inevitable. You were angry, frustrated, and just wanted to yell at everything and everyone. Because once again you felt invisible. Like no one in the world cared about your feelings and all you ever had to do was to accommodate everyone else. You hated it and you hated that the feeling was so awfully familiar.

You don’t even know how long you had been crying when the sudden ring of your doorbell pulled you out of the hole of self-pity you had dug for yourself. 

You quickly wiped the tears out of your eyes and checked your face in the mirror beside the door. Your puffy, red eyes would betray that you had been crying to whoever was standing in front of the door right away.

So, you contemplated whether it was a good idea to open at all or if you should simply act like you weren’t at home. Because you didn’t really want to see anyone in this state either. Or, god forbid, have them ask if everything was alright. Because, frankly, nothing was alright right now.

“I know you’re there. Open up.”

The familiar voice rang through the door causing you to perk up. Jing Yuan sounded worried. You assumed that he had probably tried to message or call you and you didn’t pick up because you had set your phone to silent.

Your hand wandered in the direction of the doorknob, which you hesitantly rested it on, still unsure whether to open or to play dead.

“Please… let me in.” He pleaded in a way that almost made your heart shatter. So, with much hesitancy, you decided to open the door.

You immediately saw Jing Yuan’s brows furrow when he looked at your face. Pushing past you inside, he closed the door and immediately took you in his embrace.

“Tell me what happened.” He urged sympathetically, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumb.

Under sobs, you began recalling the events of the day, ending it with a full-on crying session by the moment you stopped talking again. You seriously wondered if he even understood anything you were trying to tell because of how much you had started sobbing throughout it.

He hugged you tightly, wiping away your tears once again, and reassuring you that everything would be alright. At the moment you didn’t quite see how, but he always remained right, so you simply nodded against his chest.

Once you had calmed down a bit he briefly excused himself, reassuring you that he would be right back with something that would cheer you up. And not even forty minutes later he was back with two paper bags filled with your favorite street foods and two cups of Immortal’s Delight.

No matter what, he always knew what he needed to do. While you got some plates and chopsticks out of the kitchen you suddenly heard the familiar ringtone of your phone coming out of the living room.

Confused you walked over to where you had thrown it between the pillows. You could’ve sworn you had put it on silent earlier, so why was it ringing now? 

You fished your phone out and checked the brightly illuminated screen.

Boss.

Why was he calling now? By the Aeons, you sure as hell had enough of him today already.

“Hello?” You picked up questioningly.

“A-ah. It’s good t-that I reach you. Uhm– actually I-I wanted to to tell you that you don’t need to come to work tomorrow. You get your day off. M-my bad. Heh.” He was stammering and sounded more nervous than an alerted Warp Trotter.

“Uh…okay. Thank you.” You paused, walking over to the kitchen, holding your phone to one ear, glaring daggers at Jing Yuan who was happily chewing away at some gyoza and questioningly raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah. Uhm… e-enjoy your birthday tomorrow. Oh, and I-I happened to check our yearly employee evaluation and I’m happy to in-inform you that you’re getting a raise. Come to my office on Friday. O-Okay… bye.”

You didn’t even manage to get a word in before he hung up again. One thing was certain though, something smelled awfully fishy here, and it wasn’t the food Jing Yuan had brought in earlier.

“Who was that?” He asked innocently despite knowing full well who had just called.

“What did you do?” You asked accusingly, crossing your arms over your chest at which he just raised an eyebrow.

“Me? I didn’t do anything.” He acted completely clueless but the twitch of the corner of his lips betrayed the truth.

You knew the influence he had aboard the Luofu. He was the General of the Cloud Knights after all. Never did you expect him to use that influence for such matters, however.

“So… does this mean I can stay the night and the plan to go out tomorrow is back on the table?”

This man was unbelievable.

DAN HENG

“Happy Birthday!” The Astral Express Crew gratulated you in unison.

Himeko placed the cake they got for you on the table in front of you while March readied herself to snap a picture. Mr. Yang stood by and watched with crossed arms and a smile on his face. And Pom-Pom was attempting to admonish everyone to not get any burn holes in or crumbs on the red leather bench.

March began counting down from three waiting for the perfect moment to snap a picture of you blowing out the candles. Followed by claps and more birthday wishes from everyone once they were extinguished.

Well, everyone aside from Dan Heng.

He was silently sitting in an armchair away from everyone simply typing and scrolling away on his phone. He hadn’t even looked up once for hours now, let alone engaged in any group activities.

You told yourself you wouldn’t let it sour your mood, it was your birthday after all. So if he wanted to brood, let him brood. 

However, when you tried to hand him a plate with a piece of cake and he just declined the offer with the excuse of not being hungry right now, not even daring to look at you, you couldn’t help but wonder what was up with him.

As you sat back together with the others you occasionally found yourself stealing glances at Dan Heng to see if you could read anything on his face. But it stayed the same. Expressionless and completely unreadable. 

Eventually, after you came back from getting yourself and Mr. Yang a cup of coffee, you found the chair he had sat on all evening empty.

Was something wrong? Did he have a grudge against you?

It didn’t go unnoticed by the others either that you grew quieter and quieter as the evening progressed.

March was the first one to address the elephant in the room.

“It bothers you that Dan Heng didn’t join, right?” And she couldn’t have hit the nail more on the head even if she tried.

You hummed in agreement, taking another sip from your coffee. You looked back to the empty chair for a brief moment, while a thousand questions popped into your head once more.

Ever since the Crew had come back from the Luofu he had been more quiet than usual. He barely even spoke a word with you and kept locking himself up in his room for days on end. It would be a lie if you said it didn’t bother you. Because with every day that passed you wondered more and more why he was acting so differently.

“Don’t worry so much. He’s probably just grumpy about something. He’ll be back to normal in no time.” March reassured with an infectious smile, slinging her arms around you in a quick hug. “Now, we should do something about this gloomy mood. It’s your birthday! What do you want to do? More cake? Dancing? Anything?”

In all honesty, you didn’t really feel like partying as long as Dan Heng’s weird behavior was at the back of your mind constantly. Because no matter what you were doing, you kept thinking about it sooner or later again anyway.

“Did… something happen on the Luofu?” You finally decided to ask. 

March seemed to be taken by surprise by your question before immediately and hectically waving off that anything had happened. Unfortunately for her, she could be read like an open book. So, you immediately knew she was lying. But why?

What happened on the Luofu?

You nodded, accepting that you wouldn’t get any answers from her tonight, and excused yourself, telling everyone that you would be heading to bed now. 

On the way to your room, you saw that Dan Heng’s door wasn’t closed entirely and a streak of light from the inside illuminated the hallway of the cart. You couldn’t help but steal a glance inside, but you found the room completely empty.

Wondering where he went you walked straight past your room, and through some other carts until you eventually reached the observatory and the very last cart.

And this is also where you found him. 

He was sitting next to the telescope at the desk, writing something down. When you knocked on the doorframe to make him aware of your presence, he perked his head up to look at you. Yet somehow he immediately almost looked alert.

“What are you doing here?” His voice sounded panicked, almost accusatory.

“I came looking for you when I saw your room was empty–” You began to explain, confused about the hostility in the air. 

“Did you go in?” He interrupted frantically, jumping up from his chair with a shocked look in his beautiful turquoise eyes.

“I–what? No!” You exclaimed in disbelief. “What is going on with you?”

“It’s nothing.” He once again waved it off, as usual. And his demeanor left more questions than answers every time he did just that.

“Nothing? As in nothing you want to tell me? Nothing why you keep avoiding me? Nothing why you keep diverting the topic whenever I try to ask about the Luofu mission?” You huffed in frustration. You could feel anger that stemmed from weeks of confusion and unanswered questions well up in the pit of your stomach, making you ball your fists at your sides.

Dan Heng exhaled heavily, diverting his gaze to the ground, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

“Just… talk to me.” You demanded pleadingly.

He took a few steps in your direction, breathing heavily. And before you knew it the air around him began to glow in such a bright blue light, that you had to shield your eyes in order to not get blinded. Sparkles began to form, making the room ooze with magic you had no idea existed. 

When the light finally dimmed again, you lowered the hand you had held in front of your face. But what was in front of you exceeded even your wildest imaginations. Long, silky black hair that faded into dark blue cascaded down Dan Heng’s shoulders, crystalline horns had grown on his head, a translucent dragon tail had formed behind him, and icy blue, glowing eyes were staring right at you. 

You wanted to say something – ask so many questions that were burning at the back of your mind, but every word you were desperate to speak died on your tongue. You were too stunned to speak.

He nodded, dropping his eyes, and pressed his lips into a thin line with a defeated look on his face.

“There. This is why I didn’t tell you… why I’ve been acting the way I did. Because I was scared you would think I’m–”

“Beautiful.” You muttered under your breath faster than your brain could process that you just said it out loud.

“What?” He asked in disbelief.

“You look… beautiful.” You almost choked on your words, still in disbelief over what you just said. You had never acted on your feelings for Dan Heng because you didn’t know if he felt the same for you and in fear of making things awkward. But there was no going back from it now. 

“Like… I truly mean i–mphh”

Before you knew it he had pulled you in by your waist, uniting your lips with an intensity that knocked the air out of your lungs and made you feel lightheaded. 

“Oh god, I-I’m so sorry. I just– I didn’t mean to–” He stammered in panic immediately after breaking off the kiss and realizing what he had just done. Lifting his hand up to his lips shaking his head.

“Please do that again.” You immediately cut him off, pulling his hand away from his face and slinging your arms around his neck while pulling him closer. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest at this point and your face felt like it was burning up. 

You could smell the bitterness of the coffee he had been drinking all evening on his breath and the familiar scent of his aftershave. Because despite everything, he was still Dan Heng. Your Dan Heng. The one you had grown to love. And nothing was ever going to change that.

And with one last adoring look into your eyes, he pulled you in once more in a silent declaration of love.

Do not repost, copy, translate or edit - © dustofthedailylife || reblogs, comments, and asks about HSR or my fics are always greatly appreciated and motivate me! Maple dividers are mine - do not copy.

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[kokushibouthings]

Their reactions to you having the most foul, and horrendous laugh ever

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Content: SFW/Funny, fluff maybe?, Uppermoons n muzan, Gender Neutral reader

Pairing/s: Character I mentioned above x Reader

Authors note: Got this idea from @weskerspersonalcunt (very interesting user🤔) also idk if I should cringe or laugh from this I have mixed emotions with what I write

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As you two were having a peaceful conversation... Kind of.

He offered to drink tea with you outside at some random place when it turned night. It had a pretty beautiful scenery.

It was pretty awkward, till you tried to crack a joke but happened to end up be the one laughing at it instead..

As you were basically wheezing, it started to sound like you were a dying donkey hyperventilating

"BWAAAHHAAHAHAAHAHHA, AHHH... EEEEAAAAAAEEEEHH" He stared at you, his mouth slightly agape in absolute shock followed with confusion as a hand slowly raised up from underneath the table, reaching out for you...

"Uu...hmmm... ha, ha, ha?" Suddenly you stopped wheezing, being the one to stare with confusion with him instantly turning to look down at the ground somehow embarrassed.

You were doing some sort of meditation lesson with this cheery hot idiot, and again. It was weird as fuck.

You couldn't take his calm serious voice as he was always the jokester and cheerful one seriously ...and kept trying to contain yourself from bursting out laughing...

Until he said something in probably somehow the funniest tone ever.

"Inhale.. Exhale... Now anyway. Next ste–" The sudden cut off of the inhaling steps, again somehow made the balloon inside of you pop.

You let out a type of squeal, which almost sounded like a tea kettle boiling as you pounded on the wooden floors frantically before him

"...Huh? Are you okay, my child?" His eyebrows furrowed in more of a confused yet sad way... "I–I'M SORRY... AAAEEEHHhhh.. I CAN'T. I JUST CANT–"

You pounded on the wooden floor some more before collapsing on to the ground still wheezing, he was completely confused.

He couldn't tell if you were mocking him or just randomly thought of some weird shit.

When you burst out laughing like absolute crazy, his eyes widened, eyebrows slightly furrowing with his lips slightly parting showing his teeth...

The only thing that went through his mind was; what the fuck is that sound..?

"What the actual fuck is wrong with your laugh." Sternly said, you tried to control your laughter but you just couldn't...

He sighed, his hand pressed against his forehead. "Whatever.. Lets just sleep. I'm tired..."

It was clear he was annoyed by that laugh but he didn't actually want to act super pissed at his beloved partner...

As you were still wheezing trying to stop, he was also trying..to sleep in peace.

And the reason you were laughing, was cause of some stupid story he told earlier..

#muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader SFW #muzan x reader funny #Kokushibou x reader funny #Kokushibou x reader #Kokushibou x reader sfw #Kokushibou #Michikatsu #Michikatsu X reader funny #Michikatsu x reader #Michikatsu Tsugikuni #Douma #Douma x reader #Douma x reader funny #Douma x reader SFW

[nikolaiismysugardaddy]

When you can't fall asleep - headcanons

pairings... gn!reader x Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo

fluff! - short scenarios

I apologize for any mistakes in advance - english is not my first language!

Hope you enjoy! xx

Dazai Osamu

You were tossing and turning in your bed, trying to fall asleep, but even the clock ticking kept you awake. Dazai was sound asleep next to you, and it pretty much pissed you off. He was facing you with his back, peacefully snoring. You bit your lower lip and hugged him from behind, burying your face in his messy hair. You remained in this position for several minutes. Your helpless attempt made you let out a huge sigh. 

Dazai woke up when he felt your huge exhale in his hair and slowly, carefully turned around. "What’s the matter, belladonna?" He asked while yawning. "Did you have a nightmare or something?" His words were blurry; he was still half asleep. 

"I wish." You sighed again, even more painfully. "I can’t fall asleep." You rolled on your back and looked at the ceiling. 

All of a sudden, Dazai snuggled up to you. "I can feel you’re annoyed. Come, come, hurry!" 

You couldn’t guess what was on his mind, but you blindly followed his order and made yourself comfortable in his embrace. You felt a tiny bit better. 

"Now, close your eyes, bella, and focus on my voice." He tightened his arms around you. You could hear his heartbeat in his chest. "One little sheep. Two little sheep…" "You know I’m not a child anymore, right?" You giggled a bit. 

"Sssh, don’t interrupt. Try to relax, okay?" He said in a very gentle tone. You nodded to his chest, but you still feel confused about whether this would be helpful or not. "Now… One little sheep. Two little sheep. Three little sheep." You felt your eyelids get heavier. His voice was somehow calming and soothing. "Four little sheep. Five little sheep. Six little sheep." You let out a silent yawn into his chest. "Seven little sheep. Eight little sheep. Nine little sheep." He gently caressed your back while counting; you felt sleepier already. "Ten little sheep…"

Chuuya Nakahara

"Chuu, I can’t sleep." You suddenly turned to the ginger, who held you in his arms. You couldn’t tell if he was already asleep until he spoke up.

"Me neither. But…" He stopped for a moment." Wait here." Chuuya pulled out his hands from under your body. "I’ve got a great idea to solve this problem."

He carefully walked out of the dark room. You could hear some glass shattering from the kitchen. In a few minutes, he came back and crawled to the bed. 

"Gimme your hand!" You hesitantly reached out your hand. He placed a wine glass in it, and you heard some gulping sounds. 

"What the hell, Chuu?" You asked doubtfully; you were pretty unsure about the success of this idea.

"Don’t be so picky and trust the process. I’ve heard that drinking red wine before bed helps you fall asleep easier. So, cheers." He raised his glass and toasted with yours.

"I heard drinking on a daily basis is called alcoholism, you know?" You gulped down your drink, then burst out laughing as you heard him choking on his drink from the surprisingly harsh comment. 

"You’re ungrateful. I just wanted to help you, you know, Y/N? And this is what you say in response?" He poured another glass for the both of us. 

You drank up your wine again quickly and put the glass down beside the bed on the floor. You crawled into Chuuya’s lap like a kitten. "Sorry, Chuu" You said in a blurry, sleepy tone. "But… I feel sleepier, you see…" You yawned and curled up even more. 

Chuuya’s huffish attitude washed away as he heard you mumbling. He kissed your forehead and gently caressed your back. "Told you, you ungrateful little…" He smiled warmly in the dark as he heard your breathing paced. 

Edogawa Ranpo

Ranpo quietly sneaked into your shared bedroom; he was working late again. He stopped for a moment in surprise that you were still wide awake, reading a detective book in bed. "It’s pretty late now, ain’t it, Y/N? Why are you still up?" He sneaked in beside you under the blanket. He leaned in close to get a good look at what you were reading. "Well, at least your choice of book is good for falling asleep quickly. The main character is…" You quickly placed your palm on his mouth. "Ranpo! We've talked about this hundreds of times already. I know you already know who the culprit is in every book I read, but you see, I want to find out myself. So please." You looked up at him with a terribly exhausted look on your face. His emerald green eyes widened even more. 

"Okay, okay, but…" He gently held your hand, which had been on his mouth moments before. "What’s the-" He lightly shook his head, like he had found out the problem himself. "You can’t fall asleep, right?" 

"So that’s the reason why they call you the Greatest Detective in The World." You giggled because of your own teasing comment. "The answer is obviously yes." A huge sigh escaped your lips, and you couldn’t hide the weary look on your face. 

He looked deeply into your eyes and frowned his eyebrows; suddenly, Ranpo turned around and drew out the nightstand’s drawer. He clamorously rummaged through the drawer until he took out a small metal box from it. 

He looked like a little child when he gave you the box. "I think this could help…" He pouted. 

You were a bit suspicious when you opened it. The box was filled with lavender flavored sweets. "I read in an article that lavender helps you fall asleep, so I kept some here for, you know… just in case." 

You were overwhelmed by your happiness since Ranpo never offered his treats to anyone. A huge, warm smile spread across your face, and you leaned in to give him a light peck on his cheeks. "We can share, Ranpo.” His eyes immediately sparkled at the generous offer. “And… thank you."

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[princessbrunette]

i just heard the phrase “cumming hard or hardly cumming?” recently and it made me think of jj idk

this makes me think of the whole jj x kook!reader x rafe thing, goddddd

୭ 🩰 ✧ ˚. 🫧

jj is desperate for a little bit of extra money, so you — very sweetly being such a good friend manage to get him a job at the country club. your intentions are super innocent and generous, and jj plasters on a smile when you tell him — knowing damn well his shifts are going to be hell, having to deal with the incessant bullying from the monstrous demons— sorry, kooks— that resided there.

“another beer?” rafe calls out, whistling demeaningly when jj purposely ignores him. “hey, pogue. i’m talkin’ to you. shit, the service around here has really gone down hill since they started lettin’ in outsiders.” he smirks, shaking his head, putting on a whole bravado to his friends as jj reluctantly approaches— not wanting to lose his job on the first day.

“what kind of beer, dude?” jj clenches his jaw, staring down at rafe who was sprawled on a white seat around a table with his friends. the kook removes his sunglasses, sliding them onto the table as the idea forms in his head, a boyish and immature smile gracing his face as he talks.

“you know just — just get me whatever’s on the tap, man. i’m just like… super parched after spendin’ all night just giving it to… well, you know who.” his lip curls up at the side coyly and jj blinks rapidly, nostrils flaring trying not to throw the tray he was holding at rafes head.

rafe pushes back in his seat, manspreading as his hands come to grasp your imaginary hips as if you were on top of him, bouncing on his cock. he thrusts his hips up for effect, biting down on his lip as his friends burst into amused cackles.

“ohhh rafe, feels so good!” he imitates in a high pitched voice before switching back to his own voice, speeding up his thrusting.

“you like that? ohhh you’re cumming sooo hard baby.” he groans theatrically, interrupted by your sudden appearance that no one had been aware of, witnessing the whole thing.

you look so sweet and blameless in your pink floral sundress, nearly dropping your own drink as you stand there like a deer caught in headlights. “what the hell? that’s — that’s not true!” you accuse, offended and degraded. jj smirks, not even being able to find it in him to put his sympathy over his joy in rafe getting humbled.

“howdy babe, cumming hard or hardly cummin’?” jj jokes maliciously, turning his head towards rafe who’s frozen, parted lipped and red cheeked as he friends laugh and cringe at the fiasco.

“i haven’t slept with rafe. i don’t like liars.” you pout, picking up your bag from the table and walking away. rafe gets up, trying to apologise and get you to come back but you’re off in an instant — the taller kook turning towards jj with a clenched jaw as if it were somehow his fault.

“still want that beer bro?” jj grins, knowing his break starts in five and it’ll be the perfect time to comfort you.

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#anon #jj x reader x rafe

[moneygramhaas]

wrong number in which, f1 drivers make a new friend

ls2 x fem!oc

MR SATURDAY

alrighty! new gc has been made!

anyone i missed?

KMAG

nico hulkenberg is not here.

NOWINS

kevin mate i thought you hated him 💀

seen by kmag

NOWINS

i see how it is.

PASTRY

why do we need a new gc?

MR SATURDAY

because SOMEONE let zak brown in.

NOWINS

shut the frick up

MR SATURDAY

dont get hostile with me now lando

NOWINS

or what man

MR SATURDAY kicked NOWINS

I AM STUPID

oh my

what have i walked into

MR SATURDAY

nothing xx

MR SATURDAY added +# (###-###-####)

MR SATURDAY nicknamed +# (###-###-####) to POINTS FINISHER

ASS FLASHER

hello nico!

POINTS FINISHER

what who r u guys

KMAG

that is not nico hulkenberg.

NOWINS

ofc you’d know kevin your basically in love with him

seen by kmag

NOWINS

hes just mad i suppose 😂😂😂😂😂

MR SATURDAY

lando how are you back mate

6 WDC

guys that is not nico 🥲

POINTS FINISHER

u type like my mom lowk

6 WDC

im sure shes a lovely lady ☺️

AMERICA RAAH

are we ignoring tha fact that lando got kicked and still came back somehow 😭

NOWINS

yes

MR SATURDAY

no

KMAG added +# (###-###-####)

KMAG changed +# (###-###-####) to POINTS FINISHER (REAL)

MR SATURDAY

how is everyone getting admin all of a sudden

POINTS FINISHER (REAL)

hello

KMAG

hello nico hulkenberg.

seen by points finisher (real)

NOWINS

now you know how it feels.

seen by kmag

POINTS FINISHER

hi so ur my number neighbor 😊😊😊😊

liked by points finisher (real) !

POINTS FINISHER (REAL)

hello! 🙂

liked by lomlando, odetteblair, and 24 others

iantherowan call me points finisher

tagged odetteblair

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lomlando without me..

>iantherowan lil bro’s guilt tripping aint work on me 😂😂

odetteblair the caption 😭🙏

>iantherowan gotta let the people know

delphineflorence the opps are coming 😱😱

>iantherowan u mean mo?

>>lomlando dog emoji..

DOG EMOJI..

u guys really went out without me … 🥺

D1 HATER

lil bro you are literally in MIAMI!!!

DOG EMOJI..

YEA FOR THE F1 RACE

SWAN LAKE

sorry we shouldve flown u out so u can come w us 🥺🥺

D1 HATER

idek what u see in that sport

it’s literally just cars driving round

DOG EMOJI..

yea but its lando norris driving around 😊😊☺️☺️☺️☺️😍😘😘😘😝😝😝😝😻😻😻😻🥰🥰🥰🥰

SWAN LAKE

ianthe how is ur points finisher thing going

D1 HATER

actually i have no idea

last time i opened it was yesterday

DOG EMOJI..

go check broski

SWAN LAKE

i second that

thumbs up by d1 hater !

POINTS FINISHER

hi 🥺🥺

NOWINS

shut up

PASTRY

lando be nice

AMERICA RAAH

hello :)

im logan

POINTS FINISHER

yea lando be nice 😡😡😡😡😡

and hi logan

i’m ianthe

AMERICA RAAH

pretty name for who i assume is a pretty girl ? 😊

APPENDIX BURST

logan the rizzler 😱😱

POINTS FINISHER

yes a very pretty girl

NOWINS

bit egotitical

POINTS FINISHER

talk to me when you can spell egotistical 💀

MR SATURDAY

hello i am george russel

MR SATURDAY nicknamed points finisher to IANTHE 🤫

IANTHE 🤫

hello mr george russel

are you a car driver

MR SATURDAY

oh dear

our cover has been blown 😱

NOWINS

we have to kick you now

IANTHE 🤫

dont talk to me lando nowins we have beef

my friends might love you but u and me?

it’s on SIGHT hoe

AMERICA RAAH

how did u know we were car drivers

IANTHE 🤫

because i’m outside your window 😈😈

jk my friend loves car racing and allat

AMERICA RAAH

hey i wouldnt be mad if you were outside my window 🤫🤫

PASTRY

feeling bold today arent we

anyways im oscar

IANTHE 🤫

hello oscar

I AM STUPID

instagram.com/iantherowan

is this you ianthe

VETTEL REINCARNATED

charles mate how did you do that so fast

its weird

I AM STUPID

its my hidden talent

NOWINS

bro ur hidden talent is getting a dnf, dns, and dsq all in one season.

and were only half way through 💀

IANTHE 🤫

yes charles that is me 😝😝

and if i were you i wouldn’t take that disrespect

I AM STUPID

you are right i should not take it

lando i am not taking your disrespect 🤬

APPENDIX BURST

you tell him charles

AMERICA RAAH

ianthe u are very pretty !

MR SATURDAY

buddy you are WHIPPED

IANTHE 🤫

i know i am logan 😝😝😝 but thank you

POINTS FINISHER

hello “number neighbor” 🙂

i am nico

IANTHE 🤫

HELLO NUMBER NEIGHBOR!!!

can we be best friends forever

POINTS FINISHER

yes we can be best friends forever

🙂

KMAG

nico hulkenberg.

POINTS FINISHER

kevin magnussen.

IANTHE 🤫

i sense a bromance… this is so crazy!

DOG EMOJI..

sooo

are they funny

D1 HATER

yes they are quite hilariously entertaining 😈😈

SWAN LAKE

bro u and these big ass words

use words we can understand

D1 HATER

okay well they are also formula one drivers

one of them is logan and he is very bold 🤭

DOG EMOJI..

WHAT F1 DRIVERS

IANTHE U HIT THE JACKPOT BROOO

also

LOGAN??? LOGAN SARGEANT???

SWAN LAKE

ianthe google him

maybe hes ur type 😱😱

D1 HATER

😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻

he definitely is broo

mo take me w u to that race 😘😘

DOG EMOJI..

STOPPP

😭😭

SWAN LAKE

the switch up is crazy

D1 HATER

ssssshhhhhh 🤫🤫🤫

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↳ vienna speaks !

hey so…. i disappeared for like a million years 🤫🤫 but i hope this makes up for it even though its pretty short :) this is gonna be a series so expect more parts!

tags : @landitolover @d6za1 @amoosarte 💕

#moneygramhaas #f1 #formula1 #f1 x reader #formula one #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #logan sargeant #ls2 #logan sargeant x reader #ls2 x reader #logan sargeant fic #ls2 fic #f1fic #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula one fic #logan sargeant imagine #ls2 imagine

[mymoonagedaydream]

Summary: You thought that dying of exposure was the worst thing that could happen to you out in the desert. You were wrong.

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Language, some very PG 13 smut

Author’s Note: Yes this oneshot was partially inspired by Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood and yes, I'm British so I had to Google what a slugger was. Everyday's a school day folks. It was also partially inspired by that one photo from a movie I've never seen that I used in the banner okthanksbye.

There was nothing coming. Not a single other vehicle had passed since you broke down over two hours ago. The roof of your car was getting pretty unbearably hot now, even through the layers of clothes you were using as a makeshift picnic blanket you could feel it starting to burn your legs. You considered trying to sit inside for a while again, but you had to give up last time because it became like a fucking sauna, and at least up here you were clearly visible to anyone passing.

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This isn’t how you thought you were going to die. Granted, you’d never actually spent a great deal of time considering it before, but there wasn’t much else to occupy your mind while you slowly baked underneath the midday sun. You looked up and down the road once more, still only able to see a few feet clearly before the rising hot air started to blur and obscure the view. The brown, cracked landscape stretched on and on before bending over the horizon and disappearing out of sight.

You checked your phone once more but, unsurprisingly, service had not magically descended upon you. Glancing over your shoulder at the bonnet, propped open and somehow still smoking, you wondered whether it was a bad idea to be this close to an engine that could probably explode at any second. At least a quick death would be less painful than slowly being cooked alive.

Leaning your head back and squeezing your eyes closed, a new sound caught your attention. Something whirring in the distance. Your head snapped towards it, eyes straining at the horizon, heart jumping when it came into view. A pickup truck.

A sudden burst of energy hit and you scrambled onto your feet, balancing precariously and frantically waving your arms above your head. As it moved closer you started to smile to yourself, overjoyed thinking that you’d soon be somewhere with shade and cold water, somewhere with air conditioning.

Your face dropped, however, when you realised that it wasn’t slowing down. You waved your arms faster. Nothing. You started to jump up and down, shouting as loud as you could.

“Hey! Stop, I need help!”

Your voice cracked as it drew closer. Your arms dropped and you watched, helplessly, as it sped past, too fast for you to even make out the face of the driver. Jumping down to the ground and running into the middle of the road, you screamed after it.

“Fuck you, motherfucker! ”

Bursting with anger, you pathetically kicked a rock, barely managing to muster the energy to move it more than a few feet. That was it, your one chance at rescue, gone. You squatted down, needing to rest but knowing the asphalt would be hot enough to fry an egg. You could feel the sunburn starting to prickle on your arms.

There was nothing else for it now, you’d have to walk. Either you’d come across civilization eventually or you’d just die, both were better options than being found out here as a sun-bleached skeleton in three weeks' time. You grabbed your backpack and all of your remaining water from the car, setting off in the direction you’d been heading before the breakdown. You knew there was nothing for miles in the direction you’d come from, so this was your best bet.

You’d been walking for over an hour when the vague shape of a building appeared on the horizon. You were half-convinced it was a mirage but, once you picked up your pace, the blurred outline started becoming clearer. The rusty old roadside sign eventually came into view and you saw that it was a baseball themed diner called The Slugger’s Dugout . You looked around, there wasn’t a blade of grass in sight. Strange place to play baseball.

You practically ran the final stretch towards it, the taste of dry baked earth caking your throat and tongue as you kicked up clouds of dust. You stopped dead, however, when you reached the edge of the parking lot and noticed that there was just one car sitting outside. The fucking pickup truck. This would be interesting.

You burst through the door and threw yourself at the counter, making the elderly server jump out of her skin and almost drop a pot of steaming coffee.

“Are you alright, dear?”

“I broke down,” your throat was so dry that your words were coming out horse and sticky, “do you have a phone? And water?”

She kicked into gear a lot faster than you’d expected after hearing that. She filled a tall glass with tap water and placed it in front of you, patiently waiting for you to gulp it down before reaching three quarters out of the tip jar and pointing out the payphone on the far wall.

“There’s a card over there for a towing company, they should be able to help you out.”

You thanked her profusely, returning the glass and sliding the change into your palm.

You only then realised that, in all the excitement around finally quenching your thirst, you’d briefly forgotten that the person you now hated most in the world was somewhere inside this building. Was it the elderly server who’d abandoned you on the side of the road? Well, the door said they opened at 8am and she was the only employee here, so either she’d been very late for her shift or there was someone else skulking around.

You gave her a suspicious side-eye while you wandered towards the phone but you instantly felt bad about it. The coins clinked as you dropped them into the slot, the dial tone sounding through the receiver. You pressed in the number from the faded business card taped up on the wall. A lady with a thick accent answered the call and, as you were explaining your situation to her, you spotted someone walk out of the bathroom and take a seat in one of the booths.

He looked like a fucking pickup truck driver. Flannel shirt rolled up to his elbows, old blue jeans, dirty brown hair slicked back. You could feel anger rising in your stomach as you watched him begin to eat. You were so distracted giving him daggers that you almost missed the lady on the other end of the phone telling you that they wouldn’t be with you until 7pm.

That was the final straw.

You slammed down the receiver, making the poor server jump once again, and marched over to his table, bracing yourself against the seat opposite him.

“Thanks for the help back there, asshole.”

He looked up from his plate and eyed you calmly, staying silent. That just riled you up even more.

“Seriously? I could’ve fucking died out there, you couldn’t have stopped for just a few minutes? What, were you in a rush to get to the bacon pancakes before they sold out? Were you late for the ignorant cunt convention?”

“No.” There was a clatter as he dropped his fork on the table.

“There was another incredibly good reason then, was there?”

“Yeah, actually, cause the last time I picked up a hitchhiker she started smoking crack in the passenger seat then robbed me.”

“I'm not a fucking hitchhiker. My car broke down, did you not see the tower of smoke?”

“No.”

He was lying, the piece of shit was definitely lying.

“Fuck you.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you got yourself into a situation you weren’t prepared for, sweetheart. Play with fire, get burned.”

You sucked your teeth in frustration and began to storm out, but got distracted by something just beside the door. It was a little area designed for kids to take pictures in, with a backdrop of a baseball field and a wooden bat propped up against the wall. The sign above it read:

Take a swing and make a memory at The Slugger’s Dugout!

Well, if they insisted.

You casually picked up the bat and pushed the door open, waltzing over to the lovely shiny pickup truck glinting under the sun.

Batter up.

With one swift movement, you connected the end of the weapon with one of the tail lights, shattering the glass and watching it splinter onto the floor. It was gloriously fucking satisfying. You heard the sound of the door swinging open behind you almost immediately.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

You twisted around, pointed the baseball bat at him with a smile and winked. “Play with fire, get burned asshole.”

He started yelling wildly but you tuned out, dragging the bat across the floor as you walked away, preparing yourself for the hour-long trek back to the car.

At least you’d be in a better mood for this one.

---

You could only have been walking for ten minutes when you heard a sputtering engine approaching from behind. You didn’t turn to look, you knew exactly who it would be. Your hand tightened around the weapon you were still holding.

The truck pulled up beside you and the passenger window slid down, but you didn’t break stride, walking straight past it without so much as a sideways glance. Out the corner of your eye you saw it begin to slowly roll forwards, eventually matching your pace and cruising beside you

“Hey, Babe Ruth.” You ignored him. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? I should’a helped. Can I give you a ride?”

Well, that wasn’t what you were expecting. You stopped abruptly and turned towards the window, prompting him to slam on the brakes.

“You really shouldn't be driving with a tail light out, y’know. It’s dangerous.”

“You shouldn't be messing with strange men out in the desert.”

“Is that a threat?”

“No,” a hint of a smirk crept over his mouth, “but there's bigger assholes than me out here.”

“Doubt it.”

You considered for a second. On the one hand, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of accepting his help but, on the other, it’d be pretty fucking stupid to decline when there was still a slim chance you could die out here. The sun was searing hot now, sweat rolling down your forehead and aches starting in all your joints.

With the bat still gripped firmly in your hand, you reluctantly swung the door open and climbed in. The blasting air-con was annoyingly refreshing. A candy wrapper crunched under your foot as you got comfortable, the faint smell of stale cigarettes mixed with cheap aftershave seeping out of the seat beside you. He offered you a bottle of water, which you eagerly accepted, finishing off half of it without taking a breath.

As the truck rolled away, he turned towards you.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” You nodded. “So where you headed?”

“Let's not small talk.”

“Suit yourself.”

He reached over to the centre console and switched on the radio, turning the volume up offensively loud when he heard whatever generic, god-awful country song was playing. You lost it when he started tapping along on the steering wheel.

“This is worse.”

“You just keep gettin’ burned today, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes. You had to sit through three whole banjo-plucking, pickup-trucking, cousin-fucking slow jams before you saw your poor little car approaching in the distance. It had stopped smoking, at least, but you had no idea if that was a good sign.

Your driver pulled off the road and parked up directly in front of the wreckage, giving it a dubious frown.

“How long did they say for a tow truck?”

“Six hours.”

He burst out laughing and opened his door, climbing out of the car. You sat for a few seconds and watched him approaching the open bonnet, very confused, before following suit and exiting the truck.

“Can I help you?”

“No,” he flashed you a smile, “but I can help you.”

After properly securing the hood, he leaned over the front of the car and started tinkering with god knows what, tutting occasionally. You loitered behind him and watched suspiciously. It looked like he knew what he was doing but you didn’t trust him at all.

"You wanna back off a little? I can feel you breathing down my neck."

“What are you doing?”

“Look, I can stand here and try to explain it or I can try to fix it, your choice.”

"Fine," you slinked backwards, "but if this is some kind of eye for an eye, car for a car revenge plan you've hatched, I will fucking come for you."

"That a promise?"

His unexpectedly flirty tone caught you off guard for a second. You tried to think of a witty retort, but all attempts just seemed to die on your tongue. That had never happened before.

It only occurred to you then that, in your new position standing a few feet behind him, you'd gained a pretty impressive view. You tilted your head slightly. Those blue jeans were really working overtime.

"Everything alright back there?"

You snapped out of your daze. "Yeah, what, why?"

"You haven't insulted me in over a minute, thought you might've fainted or somethin'." He stood up and turned towards you with a smile, wiping his hands down the front of his shirt. "You wanna make yourself useful and try to start her up?"

With a brief scowl in his direction, you climbed into the driver's seat and tried the ignition. A slightly smug smile settled on your face when it sputtered for a few seconds and died.

"Try again."

"Might be time to admit defeat my guy." You turned the key once more, it worked. "Holy shit."

"Not bad, huh?"

You were actually incredibly impressed, but there was no way in hell he was going to find that out.

"That depends, will it last?"

He strolled over and leaned over the open driver's side door, shrugging. "Would help if I knew how far you were going."

"About two hundred more miles."

He laughed. "Not a chance."

"Brilliant."

You didn't care. As long as he'd done enough to get you off this godforsaken stretch of road, that was enough. You jumped out and retrieved your backpack and weapon from his truck, pleased that you’d taken a gamble and accepted his help, but even more pleased that you could now drive away and never have to see him again.

Why did god have to give such great asses to such awful people? What a waste.

"Here," he stopped you before you got back into your car and pulled out his wallet, grabbing a slip of paper and holding it towards you, "stop at this workshop. They'll help you out."

"I don’t have any money."

"Well, maybe just tell 'em that after they’ve fixed it up."

"Alright."

You plucked it from his fingers, climbed in behind the steering wheel and slammed the door, so ready for this shit chapter to be behind you. Asshole only moved out of the way after you revved at him a few times, holding his arms out in annoyance and shouting.

"You're welcome!"

You ignored him and drove off. He'd helped you out but, after the shit he'd pulled earlier, you figured this just made you even. No need for thanks.

---

You pulled into The Slugger's Dugout on your way past, intending to apologise, return the bat and pick up the broken glass you'd left scattered in the parking lot. When you got out of the car, however, you couldn't seem to find a single piece of it. He must’ve beat you to it. That explains why it took him ten fucking minutes to come pick you up.

A car horn blared from the road and you looked up to see the hick truck whiz past, probably too fast to clock the middle finger you stuck up at it.

You pulled the stolen baseball bat out of your car and timidly wandered inside, unsurprised at the hostile look that the poor old dear behind the counter greeted you with.

"Just… returning this."

You placed it back where you found it and gave her an awkward smile. Before you could escape, however, she leaned over the counter looking like she was ready to unleash a verbal thrashing.

"Now you look here, miss. I understand that you were upset, I would be too, but he is a good man and he didn't deserve that."

You winced slightly, trying not to come across too argumentative. "A good man who left me on the side of the road to die?"

"I'm sure he had his reasons."

You nodded, too intimidated by her strict demeanour to argue back anymore. Why was she so much scarier than the broad-chested tower of a man you just spent the last hour laying into?

"Do you know him?"

"Not very well, but he used to come in here every single Sunday with his father. Every week I watched him help that old man out of the car and to a table, watched them talk and laugh together for hours. I don't think I've ever seen someone of his age look so happy," her expression changed, "but I haven't seen the two of them for months now. That was the first time he's ever been here alone, I didn’t like to ask what happened."

You nodded again, figuring both of you could guess exactly what happened. If she was trying to make you feel like a guilty piece of shit then she was doing a cracking job.

Personal tragedy aside, however, he still acted like an ass.

After thanking her again for her help earlier, you headed out. There wasn't much more you needed to know about a guy you were probably never going to see again.  

---

The garage you’d been recommended was just over an hour away, there was weak service outside the diner so you managed to scope it out on maps. To your great relief, as you drove, the stretching desert started to gradually give way to actual civilization, a small, dilapidated town springing up around you. It seemed like the kind of place where people were born, lived and died without ever leaving. You dreaded how they’d react to a broke stranger turning up and begging for free help.

Eventually reaching your destination, you pulled up into the forecourt, cringing at the sound your engine made as it powered down. There was no way in hell that any self-respecting mechanic would come near this thing without a hefty down payment. Still, all you could do was try.

You left the rustbucket and wandered through the open shutter, looking around for any signs of life, preferably someone in coveralls who looked easily manipulated. There was only one person inside. You couldn’t believe it.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

He spun round, a clang sounding when he dropped whatever complicated tool he was holding onto a nearby table. “Hey, firecracker. I thought you’d ignored some great advice there for a second.”

“And I thought I’d finally got rid of you,” you scanned your eyes around desperately for anyone else who looked vaguely useful, “but hey, at least one of us is happy.”

“It’s just me here, darlin’. The other guys are on lunch.”

“Fantastic.”

He met your unimpressed scowl with a wink as he strolled past. “The shitbox out front?”

“Mhmm.”

You weren’t too sure what was happening here. He already knew you couldn’t pay, and he knew how much work that fucking thing needed, so what was his plan? There was very little you could do to repay any kind of debt to him, and even less that you were actually willing to do. You wondered how easy it would be to just do a runner with the car once it was back in working order.

He opened up the bonnet again but barely even glanced over it before turning back towards you.

“It’s gonna be a few hours at least. There’s a bar just around the corner,” he pointed down the street, “if you wait there I’ll come find you when it’s done.”

“Look, when I said I had no money, I wasn’t exaggerating. Apart from a little gas money I think I’ve got about fifteen dollars to my name right now. A beer would cost me over a third of my net worth.”

You were half-expecting him to slam the hood down and tell you to get lost after that, but he didn’t. He just chuckled and shook his head.

“Start a tab, give ‘em my name. They know I’m good for it.”

“That’s a risky offer.”

“Nah,” he pulled a dirty rag from his back pocket and used it to wipe down his hands, “surely the crazy broad who called me a cunt and busted my tail light can’t also have a drinking problem, right?”

You shrugged.

---

The door to the bar was unexpectedly heavy, almost tugging your shoulder out of its socket when you tried to yank it open. You felt a little embarrassed when you noticed a couple heads turning in the direction of the pathetic stranger wrestling with the slab of wood. Once inside, you apprehensively looked around, forcing down a dry gulp. This place was seedy as hell, maybe Bucky really did want you dead.

His idea worked, though, and you managed to set up a tab without any qualms. He must send ladies in here with that line all the time.

You decided to settle yourself on a stool at the end of the bar, reasoning that it might be marginally safer to stick as close as you could to the only staff member in the building. The hours passed slowly. It was almost five thirty when Bucky eventually trudged through the door and planted himself on the stool beside you.

He pointed to your glass. “What’re you drinking?”

“Just soda water, got a long drive tonight.”

“No you don't,” he hailed the bartender, “two double scotches, no ice.”

“What?”

“That thing ain’t gonna be ready ‘till at least tomorrow, midday.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“Nope. Your suspension is more rust than metal.”

“Where the fuck am I supposed to sleep, then?”

He shrugged, picking up one of the glasses that the bartender had deposited in front of you and taking a quick nip. You leaned forward and let your head collapse onto the bar as a wave of hopelessness passed over you.

“Bucky, I am so exhausted. I’ve slept in my car for over a week and I haven’t had a proper shower in twice that.” Your words started to crack as tears welled in your eyes. “I don’t think I can handle this.”

“Woah, hey, don’t cry. It’ll be alright.”

“How? In what fucking world is it going to be alright?”

“Look, you can stay at my place tonight.”

You lifted your head to shoot daggers at him, in disbelief at how he was trying to engineer this situation. “You can’t be serious.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I’ll sleep on the couch, you can take the bed.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Cause then we’d be even, right? Surely a smashed tail light, a fixed-up car and a place to stay balances out leaving you to die in the desert?” You raised an eyebrow in faint agreement. “Plus I can’t handle it when women cry, if this’ll make you stop then it’s worth it.”

You smiled at him, which was a new experience. Grabbing your glass of golden liquid from the bar, you drank it all down in one, immediately regretting your decision when it kicked you in the back of the throat like a pissed off mule. Bucky laughed at you before standing up gesturing for you to follow him out.

The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes before he hesitantly piped up.

“So, you gonna tell me why the hell you’re driving through the desert on your own, or am I still in the doghouse?”

“You’re still in the doghouse.” A prompting look in your direction somehow swayed you a little, you were getting too soft. “It’s really not exciting, I just got kicked out of my apartment. I used to have some family out here but we lost touch, now tracking them down is my only shot at avoiding living in my car full-time.”

“I wondered why there was so much crap piled in the back of that thing.”

“Mhmm, everything I own in the world is in that car. Had to sell most of my stuff for gas money, though.”

“That sucks.”

“Yep.” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, for some reason now experiencing some pangs of curiosity about your host. “How about you?”

“Me? What d’you mean?”

“Well, the lady at that diner said she used to see you with your dad a lot, but that you hadn’t been in for a while.”

“You two were talking about me?”

“She was talking at me, trying to convince me that I was the asshole.”

“I always liked her.” He smirked slightly, but it faded as he carried on. “My dad died a few months back. It was pretty hard, he was a good guy, helped me out a lot. More than I deserved, anyway."

“Go on.”

“Well, I was kind of an idiot a few years back. I let some shitty friends talk me into some stupid ideas and wound up inside for a few months.”

“Shit.”

“It was, I pretty much lost everything. When I got out I was pretty depressed, so all I wanted to do was get high and sleep, but he didn’t let me. He got me the job at the garage and gave me enough money for a couple month’s rent, to be honest I’d probably be dead now without him.”

“He sounds great.” The two of you exchanged warm glances for a second, but you didn’t want to give him any untoward ideas about the evening, so you continued. “It’s nice when people don’t leave others to die.”

“You have to let that go at some point.”

“I really don’t.”

When the two of you reached his apartment, you jumped straight into the shower, triple checking that the ensuite door was firmly locked before doing so. The place wasn’t nearly as dirty or bachelor pad-esque as you’d expected. Yeah, it was half-empty and hardly decorated, but that was to be expected of any man living on his own. At least it didn’t smell like ass.

Bucky was already knocked out on the couch when you came out of the bathroom, his neck folded in half and his feet dangling over the edge. It was his own fault for only buying a two-seater.

You changed into the t-shirt and gym shorts he’d left out for you, just hoping to god they were clean, and jumped into bed. It was far from perfect but, compared to the backseat of your car, it could’ve been a five star hotel. You drifted off almost instantly.

---

You were woken by a few loud raps on the bedroom door. It took you a few seconds of panic to remember where the hell you were, your head falling back into the pillow once you did so.

“What?”

“Are you all covered and stuff?” The low voice came through the wood. “I really need to pee.”

You let out a groggy laugh. “Go ahead.”

Bucky burst into the room and sprinted over to the bathroom, holding onto his junk like a child about to pee their pants. You would’ve laughed even harder at that sight, but you found yourself a little distracted by the fact that he was also shirtless. You only got a brief glance but, fucking hell, he was build like a brick wall. Suddenly you were wide awake.

You could hear him pissing like a firehose through the bathroom door and sighing audibly when he was finished. He wandered back through after a minute and paused at the foot of the bed.

“How’d you sleep?”

You were trying your very best to stay composed under the circumstances. “Mhmm, good, thanks.”

“Were the clothes I left out okay?”

“Yeah, yep, all good.”

“You alright?”

“Fine. Why?”

“You’re acting weird. Did something happen?” He grabbed a fistful of the duvet and tried to yank it out of your grip. “Did you piss the bed?”

“No I didn’t piss the fucking bed, Jesus.”

“What’s up then?”

You sat up, looking from his face, down to his chest, then back up to his face with a confused expression. He quickly cottoned on to what you were getting at.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I made myself a coffee but spilled it down my shirt, and all my clothes are in here.”

He gestured over to the chest of drawers. You weren’t super convinced by that explanation, it sounded like he was making it up on the spot, but you nodded anyway.

“It’s fine.”

“It is?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good.”

His expression changed. Your heart started thudding, the look he was giving you making you start to break out in a sweat, your toes curling under the covers.

Reaching down, he grabbed hold of the duvet again but, this time, he tore it away and dropped it onto the floor with one swift movement. Moving slowly, cautiously, he climbed onto the bed on his knees, making his way forwards and carefully lowering himself down over you.

Well, you certainly hadn’t expected this. Just a few minutes later the two of you were tangled together so closely that you didn’t know where his body stopped and yours began. The skin on his face and hands felt rough as it grazed over yours, the sensation making you gasp each time you felt it, the deep chuckle that sounded right beside your ear in response making your stomach flutter wildly. As he panted, his warm breath spread over the side of your neck, sending an electric tingle all the way down your spine. This felt good, really fucking good. This might’ve been exactly what you needed.

What felt like hours later, he rolled over and landed with a thud on the mattress beside you, both of your chests rapidly rising and falling in unison. Lulling his head in your direction, he gave you a smile.

“Y’know,” he pushed his words out between deep breaths, “you could stay here for a while, if you wanted to. While you figure things out.”

“Was it that good?”

“Hell yeah it was.”

You laughed at his corny ass. “So, what you’re saying is that you’d be willing to give me a place to stay in exchange for sex? Sounds dangerously close to prostitution.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He rolled onto his side, resting his head on his hand so he could look you in the face. “You can stay with or without sex, I just like your company. No point sleeping in a crappy car when there’s a perfectly good bed right here.”

You gave him a smile. “I’ll think about it.”

---

After breakfast, Bucky gave you a ride to the garage in the pickup truck, now complete with a duct tape covered tail light. He said he could finish off the final touches on your car while you waited in the office, apparently the bar wasn’t open this early and there was nothing else to do in town apart from a shitty cafe and a gun range.

The two of you ducked under the half-open shutter and he headed into the back, telling you to wait by your car for a few minutes while he tidied up. The place was pretty small, just one other car being worked on aside from yours. You wondered how Bucky’s dad got him the job here, whether he had an in with the owner or whether he was just that easy a guy to trust. Running your fingers over the tools lined up on the workbench, you thought that maybe you could be happy with a life here, maybe it was exactly what you’d been looking for.

You almost jumped out of your skin when an older, grey-bearded man in coveralls suddenly appeared beside you. He gestured toward the rustbucket.

“This yours?” You nodded politely. “Here.”

He was trying to hand you the keys, eyes glued to the clipboard he was holding.

“Oh, Bucky said it still needed some work.”

He looked confused. “This one? Nah, this was ready to go yesterday. He said you were out of town or something.”

“He said what?”

Grey beard replied but you didn’t hear it, too busy piecing together the events of last night and becoming increasingly more pissed off as you did so. Bucky had lied to you for a quick lay, of course he fucking had. You felt like such an idiot. You snatched the keys and asked the now very puzzled looking man to open the shutter for you, climbing in and firing up the engine as he did so.

Bucky appeared at your window. “What are you doing?”

“Ask your friend over there.”

You gestured over to the other employee, who just shrugged while yanking on the shutter chain, and a wave of realisation washed over Bucky’s face.

“Let me explain.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

He banged his hand on the side of the car in frustration, quickly moving round to stand between it and its route to freedom.

You honked the horn. “Move, asshole.”

“Not until you hear me out.”

“Why should I? I don’t fucking know you, I don’t owe you shit.”

“Right.” Moving at a lightning pace, Bucky somehow managed to sprint around the side of the car, yank open your door and pull the keys from the ignition before you could even register what was happening. “Get out.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

With a frustrated sigh, he hurled the keys as hard as he could out onto the forecourt. “What’s your plan now, huh?”

You grunted loudly, narrowed your eyes at him and stepped out, marching straight past him and heading outside. He caught your arm before you reached the keys.

“Just stop for a second.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Tough shit. I’m going to talk and you’re going to fucking listen, alright?” His firm tone shocked you a little, it was enough to make you relent just for a second. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have lied. I just wanted to spend some more time with you.”

“Well you pulled that off, so congrats, but now that you’ve had what you were after I’d like to go.”

“It wasn’t like that, I wanted more than that.” He rubbed his forehead. “I want more than that.”

“I’ve heard it all before, Buck. You barely even know me, just let me leave and we can both move on.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Cause you’re the only fucking thing that hasn’t depressed or bored me since I lost my dad, alright? I know it sounds stupid, but watching you take out my tail light was the first time I’d actually felt alive in months,” he slid his grip on your arm down, taking your hand in his, “and, maybe I’m out of line here, but I think you feel the same.”

You thought back.

Jesus, he was right. That was the first time you’d actually been in a good mood since leaving your apartment. Surely it can’t be healthy to base any kind of relationship on the joy you get from destroying each other’s property and screaming at each other, though? Can it?

In all fairness, he was the only person you’d even met that actually kept you on your toes, and you quite liked that. Usually people just responded to your insults with offence or tears.

“I don’t know. I mean, I guess, but I’m just not sure that-”

Your train of thought derailed completely when his mouth crashed against yours, your words getting swallowed as all of the breath left your lungs at once. You were hesitant at first, but you soon relented, relaxing, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling against him, which he reciprocated.

He pulled away, looking incredibly pleased with himself. “So that’s how to shut you up.”

“Won’t work every time.”

“Worth a try, though.”

---

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No worries, bestie, I gotchu

TL;DR of what I remember: Any slashers you'd like (Including Michael Myers just to satiate my own needs lol, if you write for the RZ version, that'd be incredible but if not that's also fine) with an S/O who deals with their fear through extreme humor and laughing so hard they can't breathe (akin to the "Look at this dude" guy. I'll get you the video if you need it)

Thanks sm for being patient with me🫠💖 I hope u don’t mind I only did rz mikey cuz my dumbass didn’t know how to incorporate this into a plot😭😽

RZ!Michael with a Reader that copes with fear through humour

Michael broke into your home at night. You were still up watching tv when you heard him shuffling through the kitchen. You were terrified to know what was lurking in the dark room

As you slowly crept off the couch to investigate, a nervous chuckle left your lips. You had a bad habit of laughing and cracking jokes in scary situations like this

“Yo, dude. Wrong crib.” You blurted out

You stuck your hand through the doorway, flicking on the light of the kitchen. You stood there dumbfounded at the sight of Michael Myers in your home, blood dripping from his knife. As much as you wanted to scream, you sputtered out a hesitant laugh instead

“This is some dumb prank, right?” You giggled, backing away out of the kitchen. Michael menacingly trailed after you. “You’re breaking a lotta boundaries here. I’m gonna call the cops.” You warned

You were still trying to convince yourself that this was some big joke. This was Haddonfield, after all. The ‘trick’ in trick or treating was year round here. But when this tall, masked man began to breathe scarily heavy right in your face, you knew better. You finally went to scream, but then furrowed your brow as you got a better look at his worn mask in the dark. It looked awfully familiar

“Dude—is that William Shatner?” You asked

You bursted into laughter, wheezing as tears tried to escape your eyes. Michael tilted his head to the side, angrily gripping his knife until his knuckles turned white. You wanted to stop laughing but you couldn’t. You clutched your stomach through your pjs as you continued to hysterically do so

“Ohhh, my god.” You gasped for air

Every time you looked at him, your laughter only grew harder. Just the way his mask looked so unimpressed with you nearly made you piss yourself

All of a sudden, you hilariously lifted up your hand, and gave Michael the Vulcan salute from Star Trek

“The needs of the many!”

That made you cry with laughter. You thought you were so funny

“HAHAHAHA!”

Your knees buckled and you soon found yourself lying on the floor, wheezing while holding your aching belly

Michael was so pissed off with you in that moment. But for once in his horrible life, he refrained from killing. You couldn’t get too excited though, as he would be back for you

You didn’t even notice Michael turn away and head out the same way he broke in. You were too busy laughing at your own jokes on the floor like an idiot

As absolutely woeful you were to him, the man was somehow intrigued by you. You were a total nut, but he had seen worse. Michael’s idea was to come back tomorrow night, so he could finish you off for real

He would be more quiet with sneaking in then, this time not moving around so much. He would creep up behind you when you least expected it, and then slice his knife into your stupid back

Who’s laughing now?

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #rob zombie #rz michael myers #rz halloween #halloween #rab.reads #slasher x reader

[buckyalpine]

Capture my Heart 1

18+ Minors dni

Lumberjack Bucky (and Alpine) x f reader 

Loved this so much @slutforsexyseabass​ As usual. I went over board. So I am going to write a lovely smutty part 2 for this. 

Warnings: FLUFF (Lumberjack Bucky is a beefy sweetheart) and angst (abusive ex, swearing) Smut in the next chapter, is coming, I promise. PROMISEEE  Word count: 4.7k Sorry. i am so sorry. 

Smutty part 2

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Bucky sat up from his spot in front of the fire place, hearing the sounds of branches and twigs snapping outside. It wasn’t unusual to hear the faint rustling of bushes in the middle of the night; he was used to it by now, living in the woods in his cozy cabin. But he was also more than familiar with all the sounds he’d normally hear and this was different. These were footsteps, not a deer or a bunny rustling in the bushes. He looked out the window but saw nothing though the sounds didn’t stop.

Alpine ears perked as the sounds neared, hopping into Bucky’s lap because those noises were definitely unfamiliar and they were getting closer. There weren’t people near Bucky’s cabin, and no one walked through the woods at this hour. He placed Alpine back on the couch, grabbing his gun from the kitchen drawer, locking and loading it before moving towards the door.

*****

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, your breath coming out in rasps as you ran blindly through the forest. It was too dark to see where you were going but at this point it didn’t matter. You were ready to die at the hands of nature over the hands of your abusive and possessive ex. You’d tried to end things amicably and at first he seemed to take it well.

Until he started showing up at your work place and apartment, trying to get you back. When his attempts failed, he became worse, aggressively stalking you, leaving gifts and letters at your doorstep. The final straw was when you tried to tell him gently it just wouldn’t work out. You didn’t want to aggravate him more by going to the police; realistically they would’ve sent him off with a warning and nothing more. He didn’t take it well. All you felt was the sudden pinch of a needle to your neck and next thing you knew, you were gagged in the back of his pickup truck, your hands and legs bound together as he drove you to his cabin in the woods.

You had to ensure days of his rambling and out bursts, insisting this was for the best solution for both of you. Your body was littered with bruises and scars from where he grabbed and shoved you, accusing you of being selfish for leaving him. He never let you out of his sight and you were too deep into the forest for anyone to hear you scream.

You’d somehow managed to convince him to get some wood for a storm that was approaching, carefully arming yourself with a wrought iron rod from the fireplace, waiting for him to come back. You swallowed thickly, waiting for his back to turn to you before hitting him on the head, letting him fall to the floor unconscious.

You only had a short time to run before he woke up, sprinting out the door in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and sneakers, having no time to grab anything but your phone. The air was cold; you no longer see anything in the pitch darkness,  having no idea which direction you were even going in.

You saw a faint light through a thicket of trees, deciding to run towards it but based on your luck, the person living there could be a serial killer. Or another abusive disgruntled abuser. You truly had nothing else to lose. You slowed as you approached the cabin, suddenly feeling unsure about if they’d even open the door for you. You could see the soft warm light peak through the curtains as you tip toed around the trees, hiding in fear behind a large one. You didn’t think this through. What if they held you hostage? What if they knew your ex. You choked out a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth, holding on to a tree branch, trying to collect yourself.

*****

Bucky silently moved towards the door, switching the porch lights on before stepping out into the cold midnight air. He squinted at the rustling he could hear from behind a large tree nearby, freezing on the spot when he heard a soft whimper. He held onto his gun, moving towards the sound, gasping when he saw you tucked against the tree, trembling, looking at him wide eyed in fear. You looked scared, shaking like a baby bunny, he wanted to scoop you into his arms and comfort you from your distress.

“P-Please don’t hurt me” You whispered, tears staining your cheeks as you sniffled, trying to wipe your face only to have fresh tears take their place. Bucky quickly tucked his gun away, taking in your dishevelled appearance. Small twigs were caught in your hair, your t-shirt torn, clutching onto a phone for dear life. His heart broke, watching you wrap your arms around yourself, he could see the torment in your eyes about trusting him or not. He took a step back to give you some space while you continued to cling to the trunk, shivering.

“Is someone trying to hurt you?” He spoke as softly as he could, staying in the spot where the porch light would allow you to see him better. You kept your head down, giving him a tiny nod, staying rooted to the spot. You started to feel tiny a drizzle, the telltale signs of a severe storm approaching, the tumbling of thunder rolling in the distance.

“It’ll rain soon doll, why don’t you come inside, I promise, I won’t hurt you sweetheart”

Bucky knew you had no reason to believe him but he couldn’t just leave you outside. You bit your lip nervously, itching to trust him but you couldn’t be sure. He could sense your hesitation, giving you a soft smile when you took a step forward. You cried out when you felt a sharp pain shoot through your ankle; the adrenaline had worn off and you could feel the pain from when you rolled your ankle during your escape. You whimpered in pain, as he quickly moved to your side, wrapping a thick arm around you waist, so he could support your body.

“Hey, here its okay. Lean against me, I got you”

You let him walk you to his cabin, some of your nerves easing in his hold. The firm strong grip of his arm made you feel safe and the soft scent of his cologne was comforting, like warm pine woods. He set you down on the large plush couch in front of the fire place, the warmth immediately soothing your cold clammy skin.  

“I’m going to get a first aid kit okay?” He walked down the hall, petting a fluffy white cat sitting in the corner curiously eyeing you, before turning to the bathroom. “Be nice Alpine, she’s a guest”

She sauntered over to you, sniffing you curiously, hopping onto the sofa and purring in your lap, her little kitty senses telling her you were in need of some love and affection (maybe a new mommy for her daddy?). You petted her soft silky fur, looking up when you heard Bucky return. You gasped when you saw him, having not paid attention to how he looked when you were outside but now. Fuck.

He was handsome. He stood tall in front of you, his dark chest nut hair pulled into a low bun that rested at the nape of his neck.  You didn’t realize it then, but he was huge. His Henley was stretched tightly across his chest, the material nearly bursting around his arms. His jeans hugged his muscular thighs and you could feel your face heat up when your eyes met with his soft blue ones.

He kneeled in front of you, removing the leaves and twigs that clung to your hair. He grabbed a few wipes to clean your scrapes, lightly blowing on your skin when you hissed at the sting.

“Sorry doll almost done and then I’ll wrap your ankle, okay?” You nodded, watching him carefully place a few band aids and gently wrap a bandage around your foot.

“My names James, you can call me Bucky though” He smiled up at you and you noticed his dark thick lashes, the light scruff that dusted his cheeks, the most perfect nose, and his lips. They were pink, soft, kissable- stop it, you don’t even know him.

“I’m y/n” Your voice came out a raspy whisper, tired and thirsty. “Thank you for letting me stay, I didn’t mean to come onto your property-

“You don’t have to thank me doll, you’re safe here” He shook his head, his hand gently stroking your knee, he couldn’t let you see the absolute rage that was coursing through his veins knowing someone had put you through this. The rumble of your stomach momentarily interrupted his train of thought, focusing back to you.

“I’ll get you something to eat. The bathrooms just down the hall to the left, I kept a towel and some clothes you can change into”

You were about to protest, but he gave you a pointed look, smiling when you giggled, making your way to the bathroom. As soon as you disappeared down the hall his jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. He didn’t say anything but he saw the dark bruises and scrapes that littered your skin. Your wrists and ankles still had indents from where you had been tied up with rope. He squeezed his eyes shut, he had to focus on you and giving you what you needed first. He walked over to the kitchen, setting a kettle on and grabbing food for you to eat.

*****

You let the hot water wash away all the dirt and grime that clung onto your skin, wishing you could wash away the bruises that still lingered on your body. Your mind wandered to Bucky; everything about him was comforting. The way he touched you so gently, his soft smile, those blue eyes. You grabbed the fluffy towel he left you, wrapping yourself with it to dry off. You smiled at the large soft flannel shirt he left for you along with a large pair of sweat pants. The comfy material hung loosely on your smaller frame but you didn’t mind, you were more than happy to just be dry, warm and safe.

When you came back, there was a mug of steaming hot chocolate on the wooden coffee table, along with a tray piled high with different pastries. Bucky came back with a small dish of cat treats for Alpine, setting them on the floor near the couch before sitting beside you, keeping some space in between you both.

“I hope you like hot chocolate, I can make you tea if you like that better doll, I have lots-

“It’s delicious, thank you Bucky” You hummed at the creamy rich hot chocolate, holding the large mug close to you, letting it warm you up though the heat in your cheeks were because of his adorable smile. “I think I could live off of this alone”

“I’m happy you like it, took me years to get it just like my ma’s” Bucky grinned, grabbing the tray of pastries and placing it in the space between you. “Eat as much as you like doll, I made them all myself”

You giggled, looking at the comically large pile of treats; mini apple pies, strawberry Danishes, lemon tarts, butter tarts, chocolate chip cookies, coffee cake, scones.  

“You made all this?” You picked up one of the butter tarts, taking a small bite but the second it hit your tongue, you scarfed the whole thing down, immediately going for another pastry. The man had God like baking skills, you’d never tasted anything so delicious, you thought you were going to cry. “They’re so good- I-I’ve never had anything like these, they’re amazing”

“I usually bake for myself and pack some for a little old couple that owns the hardware store in town where I get my tools. Known them for years”

Alpine watched Bucky carefully, seeing him blush as you two spoke, his voice soft. She hopped up on Bucky’s lap, carefully tip toeing over the tray so she could plop in your lap again, purring when you scratched the back of her ears. Bucky cocked his head, raising an eye brow at his peculiar cat, surprised to see her acting so friendly. You giggled when she bumped her head onto your chin, nuzzling against you.  

“She doesn’t usually like people” Bucky snorted, shaking his head when Alpine narrowed her eyes at him.

“She’s very sweet” You grinned, rubbing her belly, cooing at the sweet fur baby as she tried to capture your hand in her paws.

“She likes you” He chuckled at the way Alpine snuggled further into your lap, purring like a motorboat. Bucky felt his heart skip a beat the second Alpine jumped into your lap, she always hissed at unfamiliar people. She wasn’t hardly a fan of regular people (only recently decided she’d tolerate Steve and Sam).

Between the warmth of the fire and the awful day you had, exhaustion began to take over. Your head nodded off as you tried to stay awake, your eyes struggling to stay open.

“Why don’t you get some rest y/n, just give me a second to get the room ready”  

“No! Bucky no, you’ve already done more than enough for me, I can just sleep on the couch, I couldn’t ask you to-

“You don’t have to tell me anything” Bucky nodded to some of the bruises that peaked under the sleeved you had rolled up. “But there’s no way I’m letting you sleep on the couch. You need rest and a proper bed; I’ll be back in a minute doll”

Bucky grabbed a few fuzzy blankets from the cupboard of the guest room, laying them out for you. He grabbed a water bottle for the bedside table, checking the windows were locked properly before coming to get you, smiling when he found you fast asleep, curled up in a ball with Alpine tucked into your side.

“Y/n?” He whispered, chuckling when you mumbled something in your sleep, tucking yourself further in the couch. “Sweet heart, the beds ready” Your eyes cracked open, having no energy to get out of the couch to walk over. You let out a tiny yawn, immediately going back to sleep. He tucked a hair behind your ear, carefully moving you into his arms.  

“M’gonna carry you okay?” You nodded slightly, snuggling in the warmth of his body as he carried you to the room. He set you down, tucking you in, doing a quick check of the room once more before leaving.

“Good night doll”

*****

The crack of thunder jolted you awake, your first thought was that your ex had found you, smashing the windows. You sat up, shivering when flashes of lightening poured through the curtains, heavy rain pelting against the windows. You couldn’t shake of the shock, your heart racing, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. You weren’t typically scared of storms but you were feeling over stimulated and had no way to ground yourself.

Bucky stirred at the sound of the raging storm, sitting up when he heard your distressed cries in the room across from his. He immediately made his way over, his heart breaking seeing you curled in a ball, trembling each time there was a clap of lighting to thunder.

“Y/n? Doll, are you okay?” Bucky switched the lamp on, hanging up an extra sheet over the curtains so you wouldn’t have to see the flashes of lightening. He sat down beside you, unsure if you’d be okay with him touching you, gently stroking your back.

“C-can you h-hold me? P-Please?” You whispered between sobs, your body trembling as you wrapped your arms around your knees tighter, trying to stop yourself from shaking.

“Come here darling” He pulled you into his lap with ease, tucking your head under his chin, his arms wrapping your entire body, holding you against him. You squeezed your eyes shit, your face in his chest, hands clutching onto his shirt as he rocked you, your body finally beginning to relax. Your sobs had reduced to sniffles while he played with your hair, gently grazing your scalp as your eyes started to grow heavy again, falling asleep and softly snoring his arms. Bucky tucked you back in, making sure you were asleep before getting up to leave. He blinked when he felt gentle tug to his wrist, your glassy eyes looking up at him.

“Stay? Please?”

He smiled, nodding and laying down beside you, keeping his hand in yours, squeezing it while you shuffled over to be closer to him.

“I’m right here okay? No one can hurt you y/n, I’m here, go to sleep doll”

*****

You woke up the next morning to a steaming cup of tea on the side table along with a note next to it

In the kitchen, breakfast is ready, come when you’re ready sugar

-          JBB & Alp

You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered, finishing your tea before going to the bathroom. He’d left you another set of clothes to change into as well as a fluffy towel and new tooth brush. You made your way to the kitchen, the smell of fresh pancakes floating down the hall. He had a bright smile on his face, mentally putting himself on a leash when he saw you in his clothes.

“Good morning sugar, you hungry?” Bucky’s smile faded slightly seeing the bruises on your skin darker than the day before. “Let me get you some ice for that”

You sat at the stool, loading your plate; Bucky had cooked for an army. Unsurprisingly, he made the softest, fluffiest pancakes and you were struggling not to moan at the table. He held the ice to the darkest bruise on your arm, swallowing thickly when you hissed in pain.

“The person who hurt me,” You let out a shuddered breath while Bucky continued to tend to your bruises. “Was my ex”

Your eyes nervously flicked around the room, tugging at a lose string at the hem of your shirt. You knew Bucky didn’t expect you to explain your situation but you felt comfortable around him, plus you didn’t want to put him in danger because of your baggage.

“We broke up months ago because he was so controlling. Uh, he didn’t take the break up very well” You let out a shaky laugh, trying to make light of the situation, noting the way Bucky’s nostrils flared, his jaw clenched. “He drugged me and kept me up in his cabin. I have no idea for how long. The storm saved me in a way; I’d managed to send him away for some wood. Hit him and ran, he’s probably out looking for me now” Your voice had been reduced to a whisper, trembling again.

“You don’t have to worry about him, I’ll keep you safe y/n” Bucky pulled your into his arms, his lips lightly brushing your forehead. Bucky could feel his little fur baby wedge herself between his legs to get to you. You felt a little ball of fur near you feet, looking down to see Alpine rubbing herself on your leg. “Hm, sorry yes, almost forgot about you my fluffy marshmallow. We will keep you safe”

*****

Over the week, Bucky never left your side. As much as he wanted to hunt the asshole that did this to you, he knew you were in no state to be left alone. It didn’t help that the storm had knocked over a number of trees, meaning he couldn’t just drive you back to the city.

Truthfully you didn’t mind; you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so safe and happy. Bucky had been an absolute sweetheart, never letting you lift a finger, doting on you every minute of the day even when you insisted not to. He did all the cooking, reluctantly letting you do the dishes because you insisted. The only problem you had was struggling not to fall for him. He had no idea what his lingering hugs, sweet words and gentle kisses did to you;  you had to mentally scold yourself to calm down at least 8 times a day (you had no idea Bucky was struggling just as much, he’d had many conversations with Alpine about it).

You’d managed to control yourself until he went outside to chop wood. Initially you’d been reluctant to go outside but Bucky insisted a bit of fresh air would be good for you. You ventured onto the porch with a blanket wrapped around you (comfy in his Henley and a pair of boxers), Alpine tucked under you arm. You nearly whimpered watching a very shirtless Bucky grunt as he brought the axe down, easily splitting a thick log into half, sweat dripping down his very toned body, biceps bulging each time he swung. His hair was tied up into a half bun, jeans resting low on his hips, giving you the perfect view of his happy trail; the man was sex on legs. He looked up, happy to see you outside, giving you a bashful smile before continuing to work, hoping the blush dusting his cheeks wasn’t too obvious. He couldn’t help the little jump his heart did every time you smiled or touched him.

You heard the rumble of a car in the distance, your eyes widening in fear as you ran into the house, with Bucky quickly following behind. You stood frozen in the middle of the living room, panic making it difficult to think straight. Your breaths came out in rasps, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey, look at me, its okay. No one is going to hurt you doll, promise, I got you” Bucky rushed over to you, wiping your tears before sweeping you in his arms and taking you to his room. You clutched around him, refusing to let him go when he set you down on his bed. A knock at the door made your heart race.

“I’ll go see who it is, you stay here with Alp, okay? Come here and lie down darling, I’ll be back before you know it” Bucky gave you a warm smile as he tucked you and Alpine under the sheets but it only upset you more. He was a sweet heart and he didn’t ask to be dragged into this mess.

“What if something happens to you?” You looked at him with glassy eyes, your bottom lip trembling.

“Nothing will happen to me baby, its gonna be okay” He kissed your forehead, pulling an extra blanket over you before getting up and locking the door. He frowned as he made his way to the door, tucking his gun in the waistband of his jeans before throwing on a shirt and opening the door.

“Mr. Barnes”

Two police officers stood on his porch along with another shifty looking man who had a dark bruise on his head. Bucky shut the door behind him, nodding for them to talk on the drive way, further away from the cabin.

“There a problem?”

“We were wondering if you saw this young woman around the area, she went missing a few days ago” Thor pulled out a picture of you, handing it over to Bucky before continuing. “This is her boyfriend, she was staying with him in one of the northern cabins and may have gotten lost” He pointed to the man who shuffled on his feet, trying to look through the windows from where he was standing while talking to the other office. Bucky closed his eyes, taking a breath trying to calm himself. The fucker was right there and he couldn’t do anything. Yet.

“A word officer” Bucky murmured, walking off to the side of the cabin. Thor nodded to Loki, signalling him to keep the conversation going as he stepped off, following Bucky to a more secluded area.

“He’s an abuser” Bucky spoke lowly, “He drugged and kidnapped her and held her in his cabin. She managed to escape but had a feeling he’d come looking for her”

“I knew it” Thor scoffed, shaking his head. “The bastards got a bruise right across his forehead, can’t imagine he got it from hiking in the woods like he claimed”

“Can I ask a favour? Off the record?” Thor nodded, cocking eyebrow as Bucky’s fists twitched, eyes raging. “Don’t lock him up tonight. Do it tomorrow morning”

“Consider it done James” Thor snorted; he already knew what his friend was going to do. “She’s safe with you?” Thor whispered, breathing a sigh of relief when Bucky nodded. “She’s not here!” Thor stated as he walked around, back to the police cruiser. “Let’s go”

Loki smirked, figuring Thor must have learned something based on his smug facial expression and sudden cool demeanour. As soon as the men drove off, Bucky was running back to the house straight to you. He wrapped you in his arms, cuddling you close to him.

“Was it him?” He silently nodded, holding you tighter, softly kissing your head. You nuzzled into him more, clinging onto him. “Can we cuddle?” You whispered, peeking at him through your lashes, you just didn’t want to let him go.

“Of course my doll” Bucky tucked himself under the sheets, bringing you to lay on his chest. He stroked your hair, as you closed your eyes, letting his heart beat sooth you.

“Thank you for protecting me”

“Always, babydoll”

*****

Bucky gently shook you awake, chuckling at the way you’d fallen asleep in his arms, clinging onto him like a little koala bear.

“I have to do something quickly, but you won’t be alone baby, my friends are right outside okay?”

“Where do you have to go?” You pouted as he smiled, carrying you to the living room, setting you in front of the fire while he went to go put on his boots before pecking a quick kiss to your head.

“I’ll be back soon, promise y/n”

You followed Bucky to the door where you saw two men in a dark truck, one with straight raven hair, the other with long wavy blonde hair. They gave you a warm smile, waving over to you before nodding at Bucky as he climbed into his truck, pulling away and driving down the road.

Thor made the journey a little easier, having slipped Bucky the address to the cabin earlier. Bucky took large strides to the door, banging on it waiting for your shitty little ex to open the door.

“Who are y-

He didn’t even finish his sentence, immediately feeling a throbbing pain shooting through his head from where Bucky punched him.

“What the fu-

“Stay away from her” Bucky was seething, towering over your ex as he cowered on the floor, grasping his head in pain. “You stay the fuck away from her” Bucky grabbed him off the floor, pressing him against the wall.

“You bruised her here” Bucky snapped his arm easily, scoffing when he cried in pain. “And here” He kneed him in the stomach, watching your ex double over, sobbing on the floor. “And so many other fucking places, was it not enough?! Why the fuck did you come looking for her?!” Bucky dragged him over to a chair, swiftly tying him up, so he wouldn’t escape.

“She’s a little who-

“Don’t” Your ex flinched when Bucky took a step towards him, trembling in fear. “Just so you know, the police had footage of her running. From the other cabins. Footage of you dragging her here. I’m only leaving you alive because the police found you first”

Bucky made a quick phone call to his two friends, who pulled away to arrest your ex as soon as Bucky arrived back home.

“You’re safe now babydoll-

You immediately ran into his arms, just happy to know he was back. You kissed his bruised knuckles, before showering his face in kisses, you didn’t ask questions but you knew. You were safe. He made sure of it.

*****

Neither of you brought up the topic of going back home; Bucky didn’t want you to leave nor did you want to go home. You loved it here. It gnawed at the back of your head as you stayed another two weeks, cuddled up with Bucky on the couch eating pastries he made, something you did each night since the first night you stayed over. Bucky could tell something was off as you shifted slightly, your eyes a little lost.

“You okay baby?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’ve just been staying here, I should be going home, I’m sorry-

“You’re welcome to stay for as long as you like sweetheart, I…I like you a lot-

You didn’t let him finish, grabbing his face, pulling him in for a deep kiss. You hard tried to avoid it, you really did but it was too much. He had captured your heart. In the small time you were with him, he had it all and you couldn’t let him go.

Smutty part 2

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Work in Progress Pt.5

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: exhusband!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, exhusband!Jungkook

Synopsis: Trying to navigate your relationship with your ex-husband is tough. It gets a little tougher when said ex-husband brings a date to your mutual friends’ wedding.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come.

The lively wedding celebration continued in full swing, with music and laughter filling the air. However, amidst the jubilant atmosphere, Jungkook noticed Y/N's absence and couldn't resist the urge to look for her, against his better judgement.

He knew her well enough to predict where he might find her, especially with the view from the window that revealed her elegant backless dress. He stepped onto the balcony, the chill of the night instantly hitting him. "Aren't you freezing out here?" he inquired, his breath forming a faint mist in the cold air.

Y/N, her figure silhouetted against the backdrop of the night, turned to look at him. She held out the snifter glass in her hand, swirling the amber liquid within, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "I have my new friend Brandy to keep me warm," she replied with a wry smile. Jungkook ambled to the edge of the balcony, his fingers drumming nervously against the balustrade as he sought to break the silence.

"Hey there, listen—" he began, but his words faltered as he noticed her covering her face, her shoulders trembling. It wasn't clear whether she was crying until a sudden burst of laughter escaped her, echoing through the night. Jungkook could hardly hide his confusion, "what's so funny?" he asked.

"It's nothing, I'm— I'm sorry," she managed between giggles. "I just... I can't believe they asked us of all people to make a toast at this wedding," she said, wiping her eyes. "I mean, isn't it stupid?" Y/N laughed, her mirth infectious.

 "Yeah," Jungkook agreed, "I guess it is a bit stupid," suddenly unable to hold back his own nervous laughter any longer.

"I mean, if we had any idea what the key to a long-lasting marriage was, we probably wouldn't be here right now," Y/N continued, holding her sides as she shook with laughter. They both looked like complete maniacs from afar but they didn’t care. "Anyway," she carried on after a while, her laughter subsiding, "shouldn't you be with your date?"

Jungkook's smile faded slightly as he admitted, "She left early, had a bit of a headache."

Y/N recalled the restroom encounter from earlier, the awkwardness lingering between them. "God, yeah," she said with a nervous chuckle. "That... might be my fault. I sort of—"

"I know, she told me," Jungkook confessed, his gaze softening.

"I'm so sorry," Y/N apologized sincerely, her voice filled with regret. "I honestly don't know what came over me. You know how I can get after a few glasses—"

"It's okay," Jungkook reassured her, cutting her off gently. "I should be the one apologizing, really. I was a jerk earlier."

"No, I mean— you’re allowed not to want to tell m-" Y/N began, her voice filled with understanding.

 "But I do," Jungkook continued sincerely, as he looked at her with warmth in his eyes.

“Y-you do?” She asked, surprised.

"I mean, I'm not gonna pretend it'll be easy, but- we were friends before we were anything more, and I- I miss that." He looked down, his lips pursed at his own unexpected confession. But it was all true. Losing her was one thing, losing his best friend was another. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, a glimmer in her eyes.

"Me too," she admitted, her voice softening.

"I guess we'll just have to figure things out," Jungkook said with determination, the tension slowly dissipating. He was right, their friend group was too close-knit and navigating the remaining awkwardness from their history had been way too much. Both knew they would need to put it all behind somehow.

"Right," Y/N agreed, a sense of optimism filling the space between them. "So, tell me, what's been going on in our Golden Maknae's life lately?"

As they continued to converse, the balcony became a haven of shared laughter and excitement. It felt like a slice of their past, reminiscent of the days when they were inseparable. The topics ranged from the mundane to the profound, and for a while, the world outside the balcony ceased to exist.

As their conversation flowed effortlessly, the topic of Minju's pregnancy inevitably arose. Unspoken sorrow lingered in the air, a shared knowledge of their past and the unspoken pain that accompanied it. Their eyes met, and for a moment.

"They're gonna be great parents," Y/N said softly, with voice tinged with both happiness and sadness, and a bright smile Jungkook could see right through.

"They are," Jungkook agreed, a mixture of emotions playing in his eyes as they exchanged a knowing glance, the unspoken chapters of their intertwined stories looming large between them.

 As Y/N scanned the room from the balcony, her keen eyes locked onto Jimin, who was stealthily making his way back towards the reception area after his mysterious absence. Her lips curled into a sly grin, and there was an unmistakable glint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, hell no," she muttered under her breath, her voice growing louder with each word as she stormed back inside. "No, No, No, Jimin-ah, don't you dare run away from me!" Jimin, sensing the impending storm of Y/N's wrath, attempted a quick escape, his agility and grace in his finely tailored suit no match for her determination.

He turned, attempting to join the reception area, but Y/N's accusative finger pointed straight at him, and there was no escaping her fury. "You!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with both indignation and playful annoyance. "You are the worst wingman on earth! I can't believe you'd pull that crap! 'Gallantry's my middle name' my ass!"

Jimin, the epitome of charm even in the face of impending retribution, adopted an innocent expression. "Y/N, my love," he began, his voice dripping with exaggerated sincerity, "don't be mad. It's not my fault I'm irresistible in a suit. I'm like a chick-magnet. There was virtually nothing I could do!"

"For two hours?" Y/N shot back incredulously. "Couldn't you just have a quickie like a normal person?"

Jimin grinned mischievously, his playful banter unwavering. "What can I say? I'm a giver."

"You complete buffoon," Y/N retorted, her annoyance melting into amusement. "You owe me."

"Argh, don't be like that," Jimin pleaded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Y/N let out a dramatic sigh, crossing her arms. "Come on, I'll buy you a drink," he winked.

"It's an open bar, Jimin." She answered, flashing a faux-grateful smile.

"Can I perhaps interest you in a tender kiss, then?" he teased, leaning in with a playful pout. Rolling her eyes, Y/N gave in with a chuckle.

"Ugh, fine, a drink it is."

"Gin Martini?"

"Better make it a double," she warned him.

"Right away, Milady," Jimin said with a faux-French accent, "As it pleases Milady, I only live to serve Milady." He walked away, theatrically bowing, and in a moment of poetic justice, he managed to crash into a waiter, causing a cascade of trays to topple precariously. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle before turning back to Jungkook, who was still out on the balcony.

"You coming?" she called out to him.

 Jungkook, watching the humorous exchange with an amused smile, shook his head. "I'll catch up with you guys later," he replied, content to remain on the balcony for a while longer, savoring the solitude and the cool night air.

Jungkook stood there on the balcony, the soft breeze rustling his hair as he contemplated his unexpected conversation with Y/N. Time seemed to slow down, the minutes stretching into moments of tranquil reflection. Talking to her had been oddly comforting. Despite their tumultuous past and the undeniable fact that their romantic union was over, he couldn't deny the nostalgia that their interaction had stirred within him. They had shared so much – laughter, secrets, and countless memories. The highs and lows of their relationship were etched into his heart. Their messy divorce had served as a painful reminder of their irreconcilable differences, but the past year and a half had been an ongoing challenge. Navigating their shared friend group had been an awkward dance, each encounter weighed down by unspoken tension.

Yet, as Jungkook gazed out into the night, he allowed himself to entertain the possibility of a fresh start. Perhaps this unexpected encounter could pave the way for a new chapter in their lives. A chance for them to coexist comfortably within their circle of friends, unburdened by the lingering awkwardness that had plagued them. He knew it wouldn't be simple. Their journey had been marred by heartache, misunderstandings, and emotional turmoil. But as he leaned against the balustrade, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they were turning a corner—a chance to breathe freely in each other's presence, a tentative step toward healing old wounds.

As Jungkook finally headed back towards the reception hall, lost in his thoughts, he was greeted by a peculiar sound that snapped him back to reality. The boisterous voices of Yoongi and Taehyung grew louder as he approached the hall's entrance. With a mixture of curiosity and bemusement, he stepped through the doors, and what he saw was nothing short of absurd.

Yoongi and Taehyung, usually composed and collected and cool, were now swaying arm in arm, belting out the lyrics to a nostalgic ballad as if their lives depended on it. Their voices wavering in and out of tune, but their enthusiasm infectious.

Turning his attention, Jungkook spotted Jin-hyung in the midst of an impromptu dance battle with a random kid, no older than 12. Jin's tie had somehow found its way around his forehead, adding a touch of eccentricity to his passionate moves. Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Ah,  Jin-hyung.

 Meanwhile, in a corner of the hall, oblivious to the uproarious commotion, Namjoon and Minju were lost in their own little world. Their eyes were locked, and they swayed gently to the music, wrapped up in the bubble of their love. They’re going to be fine, Jungkook thought.

"Jesus, Jimin-ssi, keep it PG, will you?" a voice suddenly rang, drawing laughter from those nearby. Jungkook’s head whipped to the side, only for him to catch sight of none other than Jimin, perched precariously atop a table, in the midst of an energetic, and wildly too suggestive dance performance. It was clear he had overexerted himself, evidenced by the conspicuous rip in his pants. Y/N and Hobi were desperately trying to coax him off the table, their hands raised in a plea for him to descend.

Hoseok, trying to maintain some semblance of order, added his voice to the mix, his tone half-joking and half-serious. "Jimin-ah, get down- Ji- don’t make me call Mrs. Kim over, ‘cause I will!" He threatened, eyeing Jimin's antics with a mix of exasperation and fondness. Jungkook couldn't help but shake his head, thoroughly entertained by the scene.

 He watched for a moment, wondering if he should intervene, but before he could decide, Y/N called out to him with a playful smile.

"Jungkook-ah! Are you going to help out, or do I need to beg?" Her voice carried a hint of amusement, and Jungkook couldn't resist joining in the merriment.

 Yes, he thought, they were going to be just fine.

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Hope you liked it!! I'll be posting some more soon, Please interact! xxx

#bts #bts angst #bts fan fiction #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook fic #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook angst #light angst #bts imagines #bts imagine #bts scenarios #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts x reader

[myka444]

Your Diary

Pairing: Miles Morales x Reader

Description: Miles finally tells you that he’s Spider-Man.

A/n: Somehow I only get writing ideas when I listen to songs I don’t know how that works💀

2:36 AM

Late into the night you found yourself wide awake staring at your ceiling. The sound of rain outside your window helping you relax, it had been falling for quite some time and it seemed to not be letting up anytime soon. The night was cold and the patter of water against the window pane would waver from time to time.

Since your bedroom window faced the rest of the city it was never dark in there as if it just never seemed to sleep. Together with the illumination of the buildings and streetlights, the rain cast shadows on your bedroom walls creating an almost hypnotic image.

It was calming and after the hectic day you had you needed it. Miles had skipped class again today making it his 6th time this semester, you’d text him and make sure he was ok to which he’d reply with—

“Oh yea I’m fine just got caught up, I’ll see you later!”.

While you trusted him with your entire being you knew something was up and not even he could hide that from you. In the past year his behavior had drastically changed, going from having many friends and being very social to just having you and Ganke.

He had done a complete 180 and completely abandoned his social life like he just didn’t have the time to make friends anymore. Which he didn’t, whatever was keeping him busy you barely even saw him these days with the only exceptions being in class and even then he didn’t show up sometimes.

While you weren’t one to pry something in the back of your head was telling you that there was something going on and you needed to get to the bottom of it.

Random cancellations on hangouts and dates had been going on for too long and you needed to know why, so with a sudden burst of energy you sat up in your bed and grabbed your phone off of your nightstand. As you unlocked it you started to feel anxious but there was no backing out as you had already opened up your messages with him.

Today 2:53 AM

You: Miles we need to talk

Read 2:54 AM

You: Miles?

Read 2:54 AM

“There’s no way this man really just left me on read..” You whispered in disbelief as you placed your phone back down.

While trying to process what had happened the rain outside had grown heavier and soon enough you started to hear the slight rumbling of thunder. Giving up didn’t seem like the right thing to do but since it was 2 in the morning there wasn’t much you could do about the situation. You shook your head and sighed heavily as you rubbed your forehead in frustration and decided to just try again later in the morning.

With your failed attempt still heavy on your mind you retreated back into the comfort of your bed and pulled your duvet over you, after warmth had finally enveloped you, you closed your eyes and within a few minutes you had fallen asleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You stirred in your bed as you began to hear a faint tapping sound coming from the far side of your room. ‘probably the rain..’ you thought as you turned towards the wall and repositioned yourself so you could be more comfortable.

The consistent tapping had gradually grown louder and despite wanting to ignore it, you just couldn’t. Sitting up in your bed you yawned as you still felt a bit tired and then you looked over to where the sound was coming from and in your window you saw…Miles?

He waved awkwardly and smiled a bit and gestured down to the bottom of your window, you thought for a second and finally decided to get out of your bed and walk over to your window. The floor was cold so it took you a moment to adjust to the sudden change in temperature as you walked over to let him in.

When you finally reached the window your hands met with the bottom of it, you unlocked it quickly and lifted the bottom of it as to not have him standing out in the rain for too long. As soon as you were done he stepped inside carefully so he didn’t trip, the rain outside drenching him from head to toe. He had on his jacket, his hood was on to somewhat shield him from the harsh weather but it didn’t do a great job.

After a second he removed his hood from his head and sighed, as he did you saw his shoulders lower a bit, almost as if he had been holding in the breath for a while. Your eyes darted across his entire being as you tried to make sense of why he was in your room in the middle of the night. He looked out of breath like he had been running..had he ran here?

“Miles, why are you..?” You start to ask in disbelief but end up trailing off mid sentence.

He opens his mouth to speak but immediately closes it as he starts to think of what to say, you raise your eyebrows in confusion and tilt your head slightly. He catches on to your body language and starts to speak.

“(Y/n)..I have something to tell you.” He spoke, a slight waver in his voice, he was nervous.

You nodded slowly and looked at him expectedly waiting for him to continue.

“I know I’ve been like really..really distant lately and you don’t deserve that, like at all there’s just been a lot going on and I think you deserve to know why.” He expressed.

He inhaled deeply and then unzipped his jacket with a slight tremble in his hand, you held your breath and crossed your arms around your body. Underneath his jacket he revealed a black suit and a recognizable red symbol displayed on his chest, your eyes widened as a sudden realization hit you all at one.

The absences from class, change in behavior, randomly leaving in the middle of hangouts and dates. It had all made sense now and the way that he’s standing in front of you inside of your room being vulnerable like this made you feel nothing but pity for him. To have a secret like this and not be able to tell anyone, the burden is unimaginable.

So without any hesitation you go to hug him, when you wrap your arms tightly around him you feel him relax like a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. It didn’t take him long to return the gesture as he wrapped his arms securely around you, he then rested his forehead and your shoulder and the two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours although in reality it was only a few minutes.

“I don’t feel any differently towards you, I’ll be the loyalty you need you can trust me Miles.” You pull away from him and grab his hand firmly and look him in his eyes. Mixed with the luminescent lights of the bustling city his eyes glowed as they stared back at you.

“I wanted to tell you as soon as I found out but I just couldn’t, I didn’t want you to be in any danger.” He admitted as he looked to the floor feeling ashamed, you grab his chin gently with your other hand and turn his head to look at you.

“You know I don’t blame you for not telling me right? I understand.” You spoke almost whispering, he nodded slowly as he thanked you for understanding.

Suddenly you lead him over to your bed and gesture for him sit down and you do the same not letting go of his hand.

“Here you can be yourself.” You start as you looked back over to your window and notice that the rain has started to let up a bit, the sound of thunder also receding.

“No one has to know what you are feeling, no one but me and you.”

“Your secret is safe with me..”

A/n: ok so I’m finally posting on this app after idk how long of having it but it’s about time, please request with any ideas ya’ll have for a story!

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #fluff #late night #reader insert #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #established relationship #atsv miles #astv #across the spiderverse #spiderman

[visionofhope04]

I just got done reading your Neglected!Batsis stories and headcanons, and lemme tell you, love ‘em. But can you do headcanons for her meeting the Justice League and Titans post-reveal and how they all interact. Either a mini-series or headcanons. Thanks for reading, and keep up the good work.

One love, Missnght.

Aww thank you so much!!! I'm glad you love the series! HAPPY HOLIDAYSSSS!!!! Also MERRY CHIRSTMAS!!! It's very early Christmas day where I am right now. TW: Human tr@fficking and mentions of @bus3, swearing

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You were minding your business, walking down the street, when all of a sudden you get snatched into an alleyway. Before you even processed what happened, you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head and blacked out.

---

You began to regain consciousness but refrained from opening your eyes, struggling to keep your muscles relaxed and breathing even. You wanted to learn anything you could about your surroundings, if you gave them any hint that you were awake, they wouldn't spill any useful information. If there was anything Talia had drilled into you from such a young age, it was the importance of gathering information, or the facts, before acting. It prevented you from making misinformed decisions which could lead to death if you aren't careful.

"She's still out and it's been so long, do you think she's okay?" A high-pitched voice sounded to your left.

"Who knows what they could've done before they brought her in." A lower-pitched voice responded, coming from your right this time.

You blinked your eyes open slowly and pretended you were just waking up. You did a quick check-in with your body and winced once you felt a sharp pain in your skull. The pain got worse and you squeezed your eyes shut.

"You're awake! I thought you were dead for a second." That was the first voice you heard.

"Ugh, yeah but my head is killing me. Do you know where we are?"

"That would be in a small room with no windows and a locked door with several other girls here in various states of distress. Surprisingly still in Jump City. They usually move us quicker." The second voice said.

"I knew wanting to come to Jump City for a possible new place to live was a bad idea." You mumbled. You opened your eyes once the pain dulled. The girl to your left had shoulder-length blonde hair that seemed to be chopped unevenly. She was wearing a skimpy short white dress with spaghetti straps that barely covered her and white flats. Her makeup was smudged and she had a few bruises on her legs and arms. You hoped it wasn't what you thought it was.

The girl to your right was wearing a similar dress to the other girl except it was a deep purple and somehow shorter. She had long black hair which looked so smooth and barely any baby hairs sticking up? You needed to get her hair routine after this. Unlike the other girl, her makeup was intact but didn't seem to match her skin tone well. She did also have bruises, however, indicating it was, in fact, what you thought it was.

"This is a trafficking ring, isn't it."

"Got it in one. How'd you guess?" The second girl -you really needed to get their names- asked.

"Well, it's almost spot on to what movies portray them as. All we're missing are the big scary guys." The door burst open at that exact moment and said big scary guys walked into the room. You couldn't get any luckier. They were all armed with handguns and two stayed back as their boss went to stand in the middle of the room.

"We're going to be moving you out in small groups. Stay with your group and don't try anything."

You got put into a group with the two girls from before and another girl. You were quietly 'escorted' down the hall until the girl you hadn't talked to tried to steal the guy's gun. He shoved her off him and she fell to the floor. He pointed his gun at her head but before he could pull the trigger, you hit his wrist, caught the gun in your other hand then elbowed him. Him being momentarily stunned, you pointed the gun at his head.

"Move and I'll shoot."

"You don't even know how to use a gun! I bet you wouldn't even be able to shoot something point-blank." He exclaimed cockily.

"Wanna test that theory?" You shot him in his right upper bicep.

He screamed and his other hand shot up to clutch at the wound.

"You bitch! You'll pay for that!"

Quicker than you could comprehend, he pulled out a gun from the back of his hip using his good arm and fired at you. Against all of your training, you froze. You heard more than saw the bullet whiz toward you. Bracing yourself, you shut your eyes and forcibly relaxed your muscles. Before the bullet could imbed itself into you, you felt a strong gust of wind and opened your eyes.

"Now, that's no way to treat someone. Clearly, you've never been taught manners. How about I teach you some?" Kid Flash made quick work of the man as you reassessed your surroundings. The girl that tried to steal the man's gun was now off the ground and huddled near the other girls. They immediately rushed to check on me.

"Oh, I'm fine, just a bit frazzled. Don't worry about it."

"'Just a bit frazzled' my ass! You almost got shot!"

"Are you okay ma'am?" Kid Flash asked.

"Yes, I'm fine thank you."

"Okay we've gotta get going, follow me!"

The Titans managed to get all the girls out and arrest all the men. Kid Flash stayed by you as a paramedic checked you over and then came to talk to you once they left.

"Hey." He sat down next to you.

"Hey." You greeted, clutching the shock blanket the paramedic had given you around yourself a little tighter as you looked at the ground.'

"Are you okay?" You picked your gaze up off the ground and stared directly into his eyes.

"Are you seriously asking a former Bat that question?"

"Fair point. But the question still stands."

"Physically, yes, mentally, no."

"After everything that isn't surprising."

"I told you it's not your fault, or your teams, or the Justice League's."

"That doesn't mean we still don't feel bad about it."

You sat there in awkward silence for a minute until Beast Boy came up to you.

"Hey bae how're ya?" You could tell he was trying to flirt.

"You practice that in the mirror often?"

"You know it!"

The rest of the Titans came over and began to apologize for your former family's actions but you cut them off.

"Like I said, you don't have to apologize. None of you were responsible for it. I don't blame you guys. I appreciate you all saving the rest of the girls and I, thank you."

"Just doing our job." Blue Beetle said.

Wally placed a hand on your shoulder. "If you need anything, let us know, okay?"

"Thank you."

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The Justice League invited you to Oliver Queen's estate for the holidays. You knew it was just to check up on you and see how you were fairing. Ever since the incident with the batfamily, they've been trying to take on parental roles in your life. It was sweet of them but you don't need that anymore.

Some other heroes were there, mostly the younger children of the leaguers. The party went well, with you all sharing funny stories and making the most absurd faces for pictures. Opening gifts was the best part. You got the same pair of socks ten times from ten different people. You weren't even disappointed. You were just kind of concerned about how ten different leaguers knew your size.

You left feeling an unfamiliar fuzzy warm feeling inside your chest and found yourself looking forward to being invited again.

#justice league x reader #titans x reader #batfamily x reader #batfam x neglected!batsis!reader #batfam x batsis #batfam x reader

[rodolfoparras]

what about some fluff with old man price?? Maybe he teaches reader how to dance

-😼

It starts like this;

The two of you are doing dishes after having dinner when all of a sudden Price strays away from the dish rack to instead dance with the glass in his hand.

“What are you doing you say?” You say, sounding amused as you watch the way Price hums to the song playing from the radio, while swaying around with the glass still in his hand.

“Dance with me?” Price says with a soft smile on his face, puts down the glass and walks over to you instead.

“What ?” You say, only for him to repeat his request “wait my hands are wet “ you say when you feel him gently tug on your sweater.

“Don’t care come here love” he says while reaching out for you.

“Okay okay” you say with a small smile on your face, quickly wiping your hands down before walking over to him. “How do we do this?” You sound a little bashful, as heat creeps up your cheeks.

A surprised look flashes across the older man’s face.“They never teach you how to dance in school?” Price knew he was much older than you but he was sure that they were still teaching dance in schools.

“I may have been doing something else during those classes” you say, feeling the heat spread over to your neck and ears.

He burst out laughing as he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Don’t laugh” you whine into his shoulder.

“I apologize, it just- sounds very much like you,”he says while trying to contain his laughter.

“Oh really now and what am I like?” You say pushing away from him slightly to get a good look at his amused face.

“Always off doing your own thing huh? What were you doing back then? bothering the girls?”

“Not really more like ogling the pe teacher you know he was rather handsome I should give him a call, see if he’s still single- “you say with a smirk on your face while looking down at the older man.

He huffs at that and pulls you even closer to him which only has you laughing.

“Kidding kidding” you say while chuckling, in an attempt to soothe the older man’s jealousy

“You better” he grunts out before he quickly goes over to where the radio is and turns up the sound “now let me show you some basics steps”

“Oh you're being serious about this” you say when you see him extend his arms towards you.

“What, you don’t think you can handle it boy? He says with a playful tone.

“Oh I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it but I’m not sure if you’re able to handle a rowdy student like me, old man. Dancing isn’t the same as shooting,you know? It’ll take lots of patience and time” you say with a smirk on your face as you tug him closer by his waist.

“Don’t you worry about it" he says with a playful glare as he leans closer to your ear “this old man will whip you into shape real good, teach you everything I know, that sounds good to you?”

Your eyes flutter shut, lips sinking into your bottom lip and you feel the lower half of your body practically enjoying this idea

“Get your mind out the gutter boy” Price says, sinking his teeth into your neck and chuckling when he hears the breathy moan escape your lips.

“Okay okay show me how it's done” you say, voice sounding a bit hoarse, trying to focus on the task at hand before you end up sporting a hard on.

“Alright it’s pretty easy, it’s left foot forward, right foot…” he stops his explanation when he sees the confused look that seems to remain on your face and he can’t help himself from falling into fits of laughter.

”Just follow my lead boy” he says after finally managing to compose himself, echoing the same words he had told you when you first joined his squad. “Left foot forward….”

“Your left or my left..”

Somehow you manage to follow his lead and for a second things seem to be going smoothly but all it takes is a wrong turn before you’re accidentally stepping on his toe.

Price cries out, hands dropping from your waist and reaching out for his leg, moving so fast he almost falls over in the process.

“Sorry!” You cry out, eyes wide, mouth agape, hands reaching out to catch him before he falls over.

“It’s okay it’s okay” he grunts out, hands clutching onto his foot, as you help steady him.

“I’m really sorry, I told you I’m hopeless” you say, watching him let go off his foot to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Don’t say that, you’ll get it eventually” he says, voice still strained from pain but still sounding so sure of himself, like his boy could never disappoint him no matter what happens.

“And if I don’t?” You say, trying to ignore the swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life teaching you” The words have you almost falling over but you manage to stay upright, as a swarm of butterflies invade your stomach.

He starts humming to the tune of the song that plays from the radio as you lightly sway back and forth, feeling the warmth of his palm on your back and the weight of his head on your shoulder.

You’re just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you.

He sings in your ear, voice low just enough for you to hear , as if the words are only meant for you and no one else in this world, while the two of you continue to sway to the beat.

You’d be like heaven to touch,

I wanna hold you so much.

He continues to sing as his hand cups your cheek, calloused thumb stroking soft skin and he looks at you lovingly and you just can't stop yourself from curling a hand around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

At last long love has arrived.

And I thank God I’m alive

You’re just too good to be true.

Cant take my eyes off of you.

#thank you for ur patience sugar #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #lord I’ve gotten so sloppy with tags if anyone wants to read works here you’ll just have to search them up I’m sorry angels #alec answers #😼 anon

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

POLARIS

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.

A/N: This one is the sequel to Rough around the Edges. The last chapter (Rough Around the Edges - Final Part) may seem rushed- honestly, it is. Not in a way that I wanted to finish it at that, but my ADHD brain sometimes gets sudden bursts of ideas that I need to quickly get into my drafts, however, my fingers are too slow to type everything. Those I didn't get to type is somehow forgotten or changed into something else, thus explains the inconsistencies in pace, typos, wrong grammar, and other imperfections in my writing. (No, I am not sad or apologetic about it. I have a lot to improve and I have all the time in the world :D ) Still, I am thankful for everyone who takes time to read the products of my mind. I love writing about Maliksi btw, I think his character is complex and simple in itself and I am absolutely smitten with him. <3 Love HC and everything they do, as well as my fellow Planet Puto fans and enjoyers.

((AND NO, I AM NOT HURTING YOUR HEARTS THIS TIMEEE))

"Hey old hag, slow down or do you wanna get your second hip replacement right away?" Maliksi grumbled as he helped Amor's granddaughter, Maricela sit into a chair at the patio. She and Maliksi became friends- sharing their adoration for Amor.

Maricela has been old now and being in her 70's wasn't that enjoyable for her. She recently got hip replacement surgery and her grandchildren will be coming home from the city next week to take care of her.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure Lola Amor loved not getting this old. That woman died pretty." Maricela softly chuckled. "Thank you for visiting, Maliksi."

Maliksi scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. Can't have you tumbling around your backyard again before Amor scolds me on my dreams."

"Lola visits you on your dreams? Wait, you guys sleep?"

"If you were any younger I would've smacked you on your head by now. Ofcourse we sleep! We're not vampires! And no, she doesn't visit my dreams, that snobby little lady not even showing herself to me...even once."

"Not like you visited her when she was still alive!" Maricela burst out laughing.

"To my defense, I absolutely have no idea how time works outside Biringan. I didn't bother finding out before losing her." Maliksi softly answered.

"Atleast you're learning now. How's your Kuya Makisig? Still busy with his tamawo duties?"

"Yeah, as always."

"If you both didn't tell me everything about tamawos or explained how you guys' relationship with the humans work, I would've stayed there. I was crushing hard on your Kuya when I was younger." Maricela giggled.

"Well, you're a widow now want me to get Kuya to-"

Maricela, even being that old was still strong enough to playfully bonk Maliksi on his head. "Oh shush! Have some respect to your elders, how can you pimp me like I'm some kind of sugar baby wannabe."

Maliksi clutched his stomach from laughing too hard. "C'mon. I'm technically older than you by a lot!"

"You have a point. You should visit here next week. My grandchildren will be throwing a little party since this is the first time they'll be going home here in the province in a very long time. We'll have a lot of sweets and kakanin for sure."

"Next week huh? Seven human days, sure...I'll set that in my calendar so I won't miss it."

Maricela's laughter filled the air as her younger grandchildren pushed her wheelchair around the yard. Most of Maricela's family stayed at the city and rarely visited the province. The kids are absolutely enjoying it, having a chance to play in the sun and have fun on an open yard for the first time.

Maliksi quietly watched as he picks up a plate, ignoring the other savory dishes and going straight to the dessert section. The family members just thought of Maliksi as anak ng kapitbahay who looks after their Lola Maricela whenever he's free so he is treated warmly, oftentimes greeted by everyone who passes by his table.

Maliksi was spooning some lecheflan right out from the llanera when a shy boy approached his table and placed a platter of kutsinta right infront of him.

"My ate told me to give this to you." The boy shyly said before running away to join his cousins.

He tilted his head, eyes scanning the plate of steamed rice cake in front of him.

Amor still makes the best one.

Kutsinta is still his favorite, no doubt about that, yet he couldn't get himself to eat it after learning about Amor's passing, knowing nothing can top her kutsinta- it's the best he's ever tried even after being alive for centuries afterall.

Maliksi looked around, knowing that the kakanin might be prepared by one of Maricela's relatives, or worse, by one of her grandkids. Not wanting to be rude towards the one who made it, Maliksi slowly picked up a piece, inching it closer to his mouth before taking a bite.

His eyes widen as he quickly stood up from his seat, Maricela and her family were surprised at his suddenness, all eyes staring at him in bewilderment.

"Is everything okay, ijo?" one of the aunties asked Maliksi.

He quickly realized his actions, clearing his throat to gain composure and sitting back down calmly. "I- Sorry, it's just..the kutsinta is...good. Who made it?"

"Oh, must be Y/n. Lola Maricela's granddaughter who just graduated college. She loved cooking."

Maliksi heard a soft chuckle from behind him. He slowly turned around to see who it's coming from.

"Tastes like the best kutsinta ever, huh?" You stood infront of him, giving him a smug smile.

"You look like a kutsinta type of guy so I asked my lil bro to give you some. You like it?"

Maliksi stood frozen in place, his mind wandering to places. It is indeed the best kutsinta. Hell, it tastes like Amor's. He cannot forget that taste even after so many years.

The nostalgia brought by that single bite alone is enough to take him back to that time when Amor would make kutsinta and place it somewhere he'll find since he's too prideful before to accept anything from humans. He won't be able to resist it and just tell himself that Amor didn't give it to him- he 'sneakily' stole it from the human girl and enjoyed every last bits of it.

"I might not remember him, but my heart and soul will know him once we meet again."

"You...made this?"

You nodded. "Yeah, aside from the kutsinta itself, the secret actually lies on-"

"On the yema that is spread lightly on the top of the kutsinta before it's sprinkled with grated coconut." Maliksi finished your sentence which made you chuckle a little bit.

"How did you know that? Not everyone does that."

"A...friend of mine made it like that." Maliksi softly answered.

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