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It's A Date- A Spencer Reid Fanfiction (Spencer X Reader)

Description: Spencer does not want to go to the BAU picnic but goes because he has a crush on you and suddenly Spencer is good a baseball which shocks everyone. Warning: None, just pure fluff

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Two minutes.

Just two more minutes.

Only two more minutes until the entire team could leave for a fun filled afternoon together without the worry of trying to catch a serial killer.

Hotch could see how restless the team was after having five back-to-back cases with no break and too much paperwork. So, he set some time aside for a small break for the team to relax and have some fun. A picnic at the park with some team friendly games.

You were excited, ecstatic even, about being able to enjoy an afternoon in the sun and just relax. Everyone was bringing a dish to share and even though you weren't great at sports, you were excited to play a few games with everyone.

The clocked chimed as it hit three o'clock and everyone cheered, quickly grabbing their already packed items before heading out the door, Hotch reminding everyone to meet at the park at four and to remember their food dish. You looked around smiling as everyone hurried to the door before stepping inside and turning to face the front as you saw Spencer, your best friend and long-time crush, dragging his feet as he made his way to the elevator.

Morgan and Emily called out to him to pick up the pace, as Hotch pushed the open-door button to keep the elevator from moving. Spencer finally stepped inside, chest to chest with you, a fake smile placed on his face. You knew he wasn't thrilled to be going, that he would rather go home and read or visit the outdoor theatre to watch an old film. You finally convinced him to go that it would be fun to try new things, him reminding you that playing any sport wasn't new or fun to him, the memories of gym classes still haunting his mind.

You had just patted his back reminding him that the team were not his old classmates and trying to play something without dreading it was something new to him. He just shrugged and agreed to go after you flashed him your puppy dog eyes, a look he could never say no to.

The park was right by your house, so you decided to walk over, seeing almost everyone was already there and helped set up the picnic table full of food with Penelope and JJ. It felt nice to chat openly with everyone about life and pure silliness without having to worry about keeping it short between solving a case. Everyone was sitting down to eat when you realized someone was missing. Spencer.

You reached for your phone when you heard his voice behind you. "I know I'm late, I'm sorry." You looked up at him from your spot on the grass with a smile, taking in his work clothes that he was still wearing.

"I'm glad you could make it! I saved you a spot." You patted the spot next to you and he sat down next to you before you bumped your shoulder with his. "Are you ready for a fun night?"

He sighed before stealing a chip off your plate. "Honestly, not really."

You gave a sad smile and offered your plate to him to pick off of. "At least try to keep an open mind to it." He just hummed his response and took half of your sandwich, laying his head down on your lap for you to play with his hair.

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You were playing baseball with everyone, Spencer still seated on the grass, reading a book with occasional peek up at you. He wasn't excited to play baseball but he enjoyed watching you get excited, your laugh echoing through the air, your smile bright. He loved it when you were happy, your smile always getting lost in the gore of your job. He noticed you looking at him, worry buried between your brows, and he knew you were worried about him not joining in. An hour into the game, he sighed and set his book down then made his way over to you in the makeshift dug out area.

He poked your shoulder, something he always did to let you know he was there when he came up behind you. "Are you joining?" A hopeful look on your face when you asked. He nodded and gave you a small smile. He didn't want to join but he just couldn't say no to you.

It was your turn to bat, and you struck out every time, a playful pout on your lips as you shuffled back to him, resting your head on his arm upset you didn't hit the ball as he patted your back. JJ was up to base and she hit one pitch, making it to first base, making it Spencer's turn next.

He stepped up to base, Morgan smirking at the pitcher's spot, a knowing look on his face. An easy three throws and Spencer would be out, his team a step closer to winning. Spencer got into his stance, Morgan throwing the ball at lightning speed and the clunking sound filled the air as the ball flew through the air way past Hotch who was out in the far field.

You screamed with the rest of your team as Spencer sprinted toward first and second base, a quick glance to the out field as he saw Hotch grab the ball, and he made a rash decision to keep going, pushing JJ out of third base and forcing her to head toward the home base with him as the ball zoomed through the air towards home base, JJ and Spencer narrowly making it.

Silence filled the air for a second, everyone dumbfounded on how Spencer got a home run on his first try, before Penelope and you erupted into cheers as you ran up to Spencer jumping up into his arms, him easily catching you, a laugh easily released from his throat as he spun your around.

The next hour was filled with laughter, smiles and cheers as the game went on, Spencer helping you with your stance, helping you get to third base. You had never seen Spencer so carefree, and it took everyone by surprise, earning a lecture on physics in how you can easily figure out the speed in which you need to hit the ball in order to get a good hit in.

The night was closing in and everyone decided on a quick game of soccer, something Spencer couldn't figure out with his brain but you pulled him over to your team, your hand fitting perfectly into his. The game quickly began and you laughed at how Spencer tried to recreate the fancy tricks Morgan and yourself were pulling, earning a few grass stains on his white dress shirt. Your team somehow won and Spencer pulled you into a hug after you scored the winning point, something you weren't expecting.

Both of you helped clean up and everyone was leaving with the promise to have another night out next week from Hotch, when you were asked a question you didn't think Spencer would ask.

"Can you teach me how to play before next week?"

You turned around, confusion on your face. "Um, why? I thought you didn't like playing sports?"

"I-I don't but you like playing, and I didn't have enough time to watch soccer games before I came to impress you." His voice just a whisper.

You chuckled, your face heating up. "I can teach you, but was that why you were late?"

"Yeah- I, um, watched some baseball games to figure out what to do." Spencer squeaked out as you walked up to him a teasing smirk on your lips.

"Well, it was certainly impressive." Spencer eyes grew big.

"It-it was?"

"Mhm, it was." You stopped a few inches from him and looked up at his chocolate coloured eyes. "So, are you going to walk me home?"

The smile on Spencer's face grew and he laced his hand in yours, like he's done it hundreds of times before, and pulled you close as you walked out of the park.

You were almost to your apartment complex, the silence comforting and your hands still intwined. "I think I'll need lots of lessons with you."

"Lessons in what?" You teased, a smirk on your lips as you poked his cheek. His cheeks turned a bright red along with the tips of his ears as he shook his head.

"I-I meant with soccer, Y/N."

You pouted your lips playfully. "Boo, I thought you were talking about something else."

He abruptly stopped and turn to you. "I didn't think you'd want to do that. Not saying you could not want it but we're friends so I-I didn't think that you'd want to further our friendship, especially with me, would be possible. I was talking about soccer, because you seemed so good at it and I fell quite a few times, but if you do want to do want physical relations, I-I'll try my best to-." His rant silenced by your lips on his.

You pulled away after a few seconds, Spencer body still, his eyes large as he watched you look up at him a big smile lighting up your face. "I've been wanting to kiss you for years." Your cheeks flushed pink, and Spencer could feel his heart clench at how adorable you were. "Saturday, pick me up at three, it'll be a date."

Untangling your hands, you made your way to your complex's doors with a smile on your face, your cheeks warm, embarrassed that you just shut him up with a kiss.

"Y/N!" You turned around to the sound of your name to see Spencer running up to you. One of his arm's circling your waist, pulling you closer to him as his other hand tilted your head up as he cupped your cheek before he brought his lips to yours for a sweet kiss that left you breathless. He pulled away, a devious smile on his handsome face, he gave a small peck to your lips again. "It's a date."

[dreamofbetterthings]

Finally Home Wolverine x mutant! Reader

Prompt: “I’ve spent forever thinking about what I’d say to you when I saw you again. Now that you’re here in front of me, I can’t seem to find the words.”

VIP: Logan Howlett aka Wolverine (Played by Hugh Jackman)

Universe: X-Men (Originally Fox), Marvel

Summary: Wade was a man of his word, and managed to get Logan back to his universe, right into the arms of someone he hasn't seen in ten years.

Warnings: This is a different ending from Deadpool and Wolverine. Minor spoilers for the plot. Reader is basically a modern-day avatar (The last air bender universe, not the Jake Sully blue folks lol) since all the good powers are already taken haha. Also, The Last Stand doesn't exist in this universe because I refuse to acknowledge the pain I had watching that movie.

A/N

Holy cow I took my boyfriend to see Deadpool and Wolverine, and we loved it! Originally, there were a couple of stories for these two individually that I had in my WIPS, but I just needed to get a couple of stories out while the movie was still fresh in my mind. The ending might be a little out of character for Wade and Logan, but I had no idea how to end it, so it is what it is. Once again, minor spoilers ahead for the film. I'll have another one out soon for you all.

Enjoy!

Logan was never one to be straightforward with his emotions. Nobody knew what he was thinking, or how he felt about anything. The only thing he managed to convey was anger and rage. Not now though. The party at Wade's apartment was in full swing, and everybody was having a good time knowing their existence wasn't on the verge of collapsing.

Almost everyone, anyway.

Logan sat on the couch and watched Wade interact with his friends, his newfound family, and that damn dog. He watched as they all smiled and joked with each other, passing food and drinks about. It was a domestic life that he hadn't quite learned to adapt. He almost did though, with you. Logan pulls a photo out of his jeans and a melancholy look spreads across his face as he looks at it.

"That's not fair, you can teleport!" Brushing what was left of the water balloon off your clothes, Kurt shrugs his shoulders. "You'll just have to be faster and catch me!" You quickly aim before he disappears again, leaving you without a target.

It was a sunny day, thanks to Storm, and Charles decided to give the students a break. With so much going on in the last few months, everyone was exhausted. He thought it would be a good idea to set up a pool and let everyone relax. Most of them were just kids after all, and they were pushed so much harder than they needed to be for the sake of a world that won't always accept them. They yearned for a day to be themselves, to be kids, and today, was that day.

Everybody was outside either in or by the pool. Students were chasing each other with water balloons and water guns. Others were taking turns jumping into the pool, or playing water polo, or volleyball. There was a barbeque off to the side when the kids got hungry, and of course, alcohol for the adults. The sun was out, and it gave a warm contrast to the nippy water of the pool. The X-Men team, the adults anyway, were sitting in lounge chairs or standing around, making sure the kids were being careful and not hurting themselves. Storm was even walking around and taking pictures of everyone having fun, mentioning she wanted to get them developed and put in a scrapbook. A memento of when life was easier and calm.

Then there was Logan. Off to the side drinking a beer, watching everyone have a good time. He wasn't much for the domestic life, as he didn't make a habit of getting close to people. But, these were his people, and he was thankful to find a community that accepted him as he was, even if he would never say it out loud. He watched all the kids run around, but his eyes always found their way back to you. You looked happy and relaxed, even when chasing Bobby or Colossus around with water in your hands. This was a huge contrast from how you looked during the missions you went on. It was a good look for you.

Logan was pulled from his thoughts when a sudden burst of cold hit his chest. Looking down, he noticed his once-dry black shirt was sticking to his body, water dripping from it. All the kids gasped and stopped their movements. Charles looked at his friend, a slightly amused look on his face. He looked around, trying to figure out who had just signed their death wish before his eyes once again landed on you. Standing next to the pool, you looked around, pretending like you didn't just water bend to hit him from across the yard. Logan did something that confused everyone. He simply grunted, wiping off his shirt before taking another drink of his beer. Everyone relaxed and continued to have fun, although slightly surprised at the lack of reaction from the stoic man.

You had stopped the antics and started talking with Scott, asking him how things had been with him and Jean. The last mission put a bit of a strain on their relationship. Your back was to Logan, so you didn't see when he put down his beer and started to creep up towards you. Scott noticed when he finally made his way behind you but decided not to say anything. After finishing his sentence, Scott quickly excused himself and stepped away. That was when Logan decided to grab you from behind.

You screamed from suddenly getting picked up and tried to reason with the man as he walked towards the pool. "Logan, come on, let's talk about this for a second. You don't have to do this. I'm sorry, please just put me down!" Unfortunately, your pleas fell on deaf ears, and the others sat there laughing as Logan hurled you into the pool. The kids all yelled in excitement. They'd been trying to get you in the water for hours. Had they known it was that easy, they would've splashed Logan themselves earlier. When you finally came up for air, everybody was laughing, and you even heard a couple of shutter clicks from Storm's camera.

Logan just stood there with an amused smirk on his face. You fake pouted before he came over to the edge of the pool with his hand out. "You shouldn't have splashed me." With a huff, you go over to meet him at the edge. "You don't sound too sorry about it." He pulled his hand away and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, I won't help you out." "Okay, okay. I accept your apology. Would you be so kind as to help me out of the pool?" He reached his hand back out, and you happily took it, only to shock him by pulling the man with all your strength into the pool with you. This got everyone laughing. Scott laughed so hard he fell to his knees. Logan finally came up for air, his poor shirt clinging to his body for dear life, and wrapped his arms around you to keep you from getting out.

He was smiling.

He didn't smile often, and it always warmed your heart to see those pearly whites. Storm ran up and managed to get a couple of photos of the two of you before running off again. "I think that makes us even." You shake your head. "Not even close, however, I don't want the entire school to think you aren't the brooding mysterious man that you waltz around as.” Leaning close to his ear you whisper so the kids can't hear. "So, if you want, you can make it up to me tonight." Logan stays frozen in place, his eyes following you out of the pool to look for a towel.

Storm had the photos developed later that night and slipped a couple under Logan's door with a note. "Don't worry, I didn't put these in the scrapbook. I think the fourth will be your favorite." - Storm

Logan's eyes welled with tears as he held the photo. She was right, the fourth photo was his favorite one. The two of you were soaking wet in the pool with your arms around each other, smiling towards the camera. The picture got crumpled over time, always in his pocket or folded out of reach, but he kept it.

He missed you.

Dear god, he missed you.

Your body was never found when the mansion was raided. He always assumed you were taken and experimented on. He would've rather you be killed instead of kept alive and tortured for who knows how long. After looking for you for what felt like forever, he finally gave up, assuming you were dead. The crumpled-up picture was the only thing he had to remember your smile, your laugh, you.

Logan blinked the tears away when Wade approached. "Hey there peanut. You got a second?" A grunt left Logan's lips. "What do you want?" The self-proclaimed marvel Jesus took his hand and pulled him towards the door. "I got a surprise for you, I think you'll like it. Don't worry about the party, we'll be quick." As the two men walk out the door, Wade pulls a TempPad out of his pocket, and Logan starts to protest. "I'm not about to do more universe jumping with you. Once was enough." Wade nods. "I understand, but I think you might change your mind once you find out where we're going." Before Logan can say anything else, he is pulled through a portal into a hallway that looks like a carbon copy of the one he was previously in. "I swear if I have to listen to another one of you assholes I'm going to kill you both." Wade shrugs the comment off. "It's not another me." He gets serious for a moment.

"I know I lied to you about being able to fix your universe, and I'm sorry. However, I did jump around and find someone that you've been missing for ten years." Wade knocks on the door and then steps back. It opens a few seconds later.

"Logan?"

You stood there, shock and disbelief on your face. Without a second thought, both your feet move until you collapse in each other's arms. A sigh of relief leaves the broken man's mouth as the war in his mind begins to subside. "It's me bub. It's me." Tears spill down your face as you hug the man who you haven't seen in years. The two of you finally pull away, and Logan turns to Wade. "How did you do this? I thought they were dead." The merc shakes his head no. "Took a while to track them down. I almost thought they were dead, luckily I was wrong."

A portal appears behind Wade as he reaches out to hand Logan the TempPad. "I couldn't fix your past, but I at least wanted to give you a familiar future. Don't expect you to, but come visit anytime. My door is always open. We'll miss having you around." Logan took the device from Wade's hands. He starts to walk through the portal before Logan calls him. Turning around, Wade sees tears in the older man's eyes. "Thank you." He nods, before walking through the portal, and everyone in his apartment smiles and waves goodbye, before it closes.

Logan puts the device in his pocket, before looking at his lost love. He reaches his hand out and touches your face, afraid that this is some sick illusion and you'll be ripped away from him. “I’ve spent forever thinking about what I’d say to you when I saw you again. Now that you’re here in front of me, I can’t seem to find the words.” You smile and take his hand in yours. "Well, luckily for us, we have the rest of our lives for you to figure it out." You begin to walk back into your apartment, Logan's hand in yours. He thought about visiting Wade again when the time was right, but right now, he had a life with you to catch up on.

He was finally home.

[crushpunky]

rafe surprises kook!reader on valentine’s day

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based on this ask that i LOVEEE

The four of them sat around the brunch table, recapping their weekend escapades over mimosas and bloody marys. The warm Sunday sun bathed the patio in a golden glow, Topper and Kelce arguing over some video game. Rafe lounged back in his seat, his tanned thighs being shown off as he stretched his legs out underneath the table, his arm resting on the back of y/n’s chair.

“So, y/n…” Kelce said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “What’re you doing for Valentine’s Day?”

Y/n scoffed, taking a sip from her coffee as she laughed to herself. Of course they had to bring it up. She’d secretly been hoping nobody would’ve mentioned the holiday only days away. It wasn’t that she necessarily hated Valentine’s Day… well I guess she kinda did. Not because of the romantic or cheesy nature of it, that she secretly adored, it was more the fact that she never got to experience the joy of the holiday. She never got the roses or the chocolates or the night out. No. Y/n usually spent the night in. With chocolate, sure, but ones she had purchased herself and were downing with a bottle of wine and whatever mindless rom-com she could find on TV.

“Uh, nothing.” Y/n said with a shrug, stabbing her fork into her pancake mindlessly. On the back of her chair, y/n could feel the slight movement of Rafe’s arm.

“Oh c’mon,” Topper said through a mouthful of eggs, “lil’ miss Kook doesn’t have a date for Valentine’s Day?”

Rafe scowled, delivering a harsh smack to the back of Topper’s head that nearly caused him to choke on his food.

“Ouch—” Topper started, rubbing at the back of his head.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ asshole.” Rafe said sharply before settling back into his seat.

“Let’s just… stop with the Valentine’s talk, ok?” Y/n said, her tone coming off a bit more thorny than she had intended… but that didn’t mean she didn’t mean it.

Y/n had spent most of her Valentine’s inside, scrolling through an endless stream of couples posting each other with the caption “my forever Valentine” or whatever other cheesy shit they could conjure up. After rotting all day, y/n decided it would be best for her to take a break and go outside. So, she put on her tennis shoes and grabbed Jack’s leash before the two of them set off on a walk down the streets of Figure Eight.

Her parents were out on their own Valentine’s date, Topper and Kelce were at dinner with their on again and off again girlfriends, and Rafe was… definitely busy. I mean… it was Valentine’s Day and he was Rafe fucking Cameron. Any girl on the island would kill to accompany him on this day. 

Finishing their walk, y/n came in the side door, Jack’s ears perking up before he began to tug at his leash excitedly. The alarm to the house was disabled, the side door unlocked, and a familiar pair of pristine white Nikes sat just in the doorway along with the rest of her family’s shoes. Y/n unhooked Jack from his leash, the dog immediately darting up the stairs and into her bedroom as she took off her shoes.

“No, no.” Y/n heard a voice upstairs scold. “Get the— hey— get the fuck out, dog.”

Y/n’s brow furrowed as she made her way up the steps, the door to her room flung open and a subtle floral scent floating down the hallway.

“Dog— Jack, get out—” The voice continued as y/n stepped into the doorway.

The curtains to her room were drawn up, the only light in the room coming from the sprinkling of flickering candles around her room and her bedside lamps. Her bed was done up, a tray resting atop it with a box of chocolates and a bottle of wine with two glasses. Atop her dresser sat perhaps the biggest bouquet she’d ever seen, deep red roses practically falling out of the elegant crystal vase they sat in. While she was certainly amazed by the elegant decoration of her room, the person standing in the middle of it all (being swarmed by Jack) was what surprised her the most.

“Rafe?” Y/n asked. Rafe’s attention immediately turned upwards, his eyes torn away from the dog at his feet. He immediately straightened, swallowing harshly as the two of them locked eyes.

“Hi.” Rafe said, clearing his throat as he fidgeted with his Cameron family ring. Y/n watched as he smoothed down the front of his dress shirt, the same light pink one Topper and Kelce had teased him about once when he wore it on one of their golf outings.

“Uh, what are you doing here?” Y/n asked, stepping into her room hesitantly.

“Well, you said you weren’t doing anything for Valentine’s day so I thought… we could do something.” Rafe said as he ran a hand through his hair. Y/n blinked harshly, her heart feeling like it had stopped in her chest. She had to fight not to break into a lovestruck-schoolgirl smile, her cheeks growing warm. 

The look of shock on y/n’s face sent a shiver down Rafe’s spine. Terrified he’d scared her into thinking he’d crossed a line, and maybe even second guessing himself if he did, Rafe’s eyes widened before he shook his head. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable by this apparently sudden gesture of something more than friendship, even if what he was feeling really was more than friendship and had been for a very long time.

“I— uh, as friends, of course.” Rafe stammered, a bit of color returning to his cheeks as he watched y/n take in a sigh of relief.

Y/n’s breathing returned, her system recovering from the shock of the foolish thought that Rafe may have reciprocated her feelings. Of course ‘as friends’. Of course.

“Did you… not have anything going on?” Y/n asked, moving to sit on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her fingertips over her bedding, surprised by Rafe’s bedmaking abilities considering he grew up with maids who always did everything for him.

“No?” Rafe said, continuing to stand in front of y/n as he spoke. That wasn’t entirely true. He’d had plenty of girls in his dms, and hell maybe he would’ve hooked up with one tonight, but once he heard how sad y/n sounded at brunch when she said she didn’t have plans, he knew he had to clear his schedule.

Y/n nodded, biting her lip lightly as she looked around the room once more before a wide smile spread across her face.

“I’m… impressed, boy.” Y/n said, looking up from the bed to Rafe. Rafe’s lips drew up into a flushed grin as he shrugged cockily.

“Don’t let it get to your head, though.” Y/n prefaced before reaching for the bottle of wine on the tray in front of her. She peeled off the metal foil before she attempted to pry at the cork with her fingers.

“Wouldn’t want everyone thinking I’m not a half bad Valentine, huh?” Rafe said as he sat alongside her on the bed, taking the wine bottle from her as he produced a corkscrew from his pocket. He opened the bottle with a wink that caused y/n to giggle and roll her eyes before offering out her glass.

“Thank you.” Y/n said as Rafe filled her glass, trying his best not to splash any of the dark, red liquid onto y/n’s bedding, before filling his own glass. Y/n offered her glass out, Rafe clinking his against hers lightly.

“Happy Valentines.” Rafe said before he took a sip.

“Happy Valentines.” Y/n said.

[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 58 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is hesitant to drive his family to Disneyland, and he's even more hesitant to make love to you. All he seems to be able to think about is the baby and his desire to plan the perfect, low-key wedding, but you make sure he takes some time to relax.

Warnings: pregnancy topics, swearing, smut, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 3700 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley couldn't ever remember being this stressed out in his life. Well, besides every single time he had to deal with Meredith. The weeks had absolutely flown by, probably because he was not so secretly dreading driving up to Disneyland for Thanksgiving weekend. He'd voiced his opinions and concerns several times, but apparently your doctor's answer overrode his. Disneyland was happening, and the only thing he'd been able to insist upon for his own peace of mind was the addition of Nat.

Thanksgiving dinner at Mav and Penny's had been relaxing and peaceful. Bradley hadn't been home for the holiday the past two years, and it felt good to have a day to just appreciate everyone around him. Having you there made all the difference, and he knew he wanted you with him for every holiday from now on. You tried to help Penny cook and clean up, but everyone else insisted you rest and just enjoy yourself.

That was just a few hours ago, and now the sun had set, and Noah was in his pajamas. Bradley buckled him in the backseat of the Bronco before checking to make sure all of the bags made their way in as well. That's when he heard the argument coming from the sidewalk. 

"You can sit in the front," you insisted. "I don't mind sitting in the back with Noah."

"No, no," Nat replied, "I insist. I'll sit in the back so you can sit with Bradley."

"But I kind of want to sit with Noah," you told her. "You can sit with Bradley and talk about work."

"Or," Nat replied, "you and he can hammer out some of the wedding details while you sit in the front with him."

"Are you both serious right now?" Bradley asked as he slammed the tailgate shut. "Neither of you want to sit with me?"

He held his arms out to his sides, and you rushed over to give him a hug with a little smirk on your face. "I'm sorry, Daddy," you whispered, pressing your cheek to his chest and giving him a hug. "It's just that Noah is so sweet, and he'd probably hold my hand until he falls asleep."

Nat used this opportunity to get herself situated next to Noah with a bright smile on her face. "You know, I expect this kind of thing from her, but not from you, Princess," Bradley said before kissing the top of your head. "Get in the front and hold my hand instead?"

Thirty minutes later, Bradley was driving up the highway, and he was the only one awake as your hand rested softly in his. He stroked your knuckles and your ring as he wove along the roads on the way up to Anaheim. "I can't believe what you've done to my life," he whispered, shaking his head but smiling. At the beginning of the year, he'd been stressed out pretty much all the time. He would have never planned a trip to Disneyland just for him and Noah, because every day felt impossible back then. If he was honest with himself, every day still felt challenging now with Noah getting older and the baby on the way, but nothing was ever harder because of you. It was always better.

He heard rustling in the backseat, and when he glanced in his mirror, he saw that Nat was awake. "Javy texted me," she said with a yawn when she met his eyes. "He said your dog is a pussy magnet."

Bradley snorted. "Let me guess. He took her for a walk and women came out of the woodwork to talk to him?"

She hummed and said, "Maybe leaving Skittles with him for the weekend was a bad idea."

"Nah," Bradley replied, stifling his laughter. "I'm sure he told them that he already has a really mean girlfriend and that she would kick their asses if they looked at him too long."

She leaned forward and smacked the back of his head. "I'm not mean."

"Sure, Nat."

"Hey, I did the impossible by finding you a wife. That's nice person shit right there."

"Yet with the undertone of condescension," Bradley replied, making her laugh. "I do owe you though. And you won't even let me say thank you."

This time she patted him gently on the back of his head. "You can say it one time."

"Thanks, Nat."

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You vaguely remembered half walking and half being carried up to the hotel room in your state of exhaustion. Thanksgiving had taken more out of you than you thought considering you barely did anything to help Mav and Penny with dinner or dessert. But apparently the turkey made you sleepy. Everything was making you sleepy now. But you were finally past the progesterone shots, and your doctor said everything was looking good.

Friday morning when you woke up as the sun just started peeking in through the window, you jolted up in bed naked. Bradley was still asleep next to you, snoring softly, but you looked around the room a bit frantically. "Daddy," you gasped, shaking him awake. "Bradley! Where's Noah?"

He rolled onto his back and looked up at you through barely cracked open eyes. "Princess?" he rasped, simply reaching for you and trying to pull you back against him. But the other bed was empty, and your heart wouldn't calm down.

"Where's Noah?" you repeated, and now he started to sit up.

"Next door," he mumbled. "He's in the other room with Nat, Baby."

You placed your hand over your heart and eased yourself back down onto the pillow as you whispered, "Right. Right. Sorry, I just barely remember you even bringing me to the room last night."

"Don't apologize," he murmured next to your ear as he pulled you closer to him. "You're the best Mommy." His face was pressed against your neck and shoulder, and his arm was like a boa constrictor, tightening little by little until around your ribs until you were snug against him. You felt protected and loved as the sound of his steady breathing calmed you down. But he had morning wood, and you could feel Bradley's erection firm and long against the back of your thigh as he spooned you. 

It had literally been months since you felt his cock thrusting inside you. You and he hadn't had vaginal intercourse since before he left for his special flight mission in Japan, and now you were aching painfully. Sure, you'd had fun getting him off with your hands, mouth and breasts for the last four weeks, and he'd been very generous with his lips, mustache and fingers. But you wanted him to fill you up. 

"Bradley," you whispered, trying to figure out if he'd fallen back to sleep again behind you, but when he grunted your first name, you moaned. He bucked against you even though you knew he was trying not to. "My doctor said it's okay now."

His rough thumb was stroking your nipple as he rasped, "I know, but maybe we shouldn't risk it. I can wait until after the baby is born."

An absolutely scandalized noise escaped you. "I love you for that, Daddy, I really do, but I don't think I can make it five more months."

"I'll go down on you," he said, letting his hand skim along your growing belly until he was cupping your pussy. "Happily." But you were pinned between his rock hard cock and his hand, and you knew exactly what you needed.

"I want your cock," you demanded. "It's perfectly safe for the baby now that my uterus is fixed up. And I want it."

Rarely did you ever tell him that you wanted something, and you almost never whined, but the combination of the two seemed to set him off a little bit. He was twitching and pulsing against your leg, and you felt him reach down to free himself from the confines of his underwear. Skin on skin was enough to make you whine his name a little louder. When you eased your leg up and back over his hip, you could feel the tip of him rubbing against your wet pussy.

"Take me just like this. Nice and slow from behind," you whispered, and his only response was a long string of obscenities as he pushed his cock just an inch or so inside you. 

"Baby," he ground out as his hand squeezed your hip. "Slow. Real slow. I don't want to hurt either of you."

You gasped, "You won't," as he slid himself deeper and deeper before eventually bottoming out with his hips pressed to your butt. "Oh god, you feel so good."

Bradley kept himself still, just like that, barely moving but filling you up regardless. "Shit," he whimpered next to your ear. "Fuck, it's been months." His voice was so rough, and his hot breath left goosebumps trailing down you back and arm. When you wiggled back against him, he grunted. "I'm not gonna last."

"I don't care," you told him, guiding his rough fingers to your clit and enjoying every sensation his body gave you. He smelled good, and he was warm and strong and big. Big everywhere. His lips found the spot right behind your ear, and he sucked gently. Your nipples were tender peaks, and your belly was just starting to show proof of your pregnancy. There was evidence of those days of rough sex from the summer all over your body, but right now he was gentler than ever.

"Am I hurting you?" he whispered before taking your earlobe between his lips. His thrusts were smooth and languid, and you could feel every bit of him.

"No. You're perfect." That had his fingers working a little more frantically on your clit, but he kept the same pace with his thrusts. Slow and steady and never rough. 

But he got you there. "Baby," he whined, punching and plucking until you were sure your clit was a tight little ball of nerves against his fingertips. You started to squeeze around him, and he held still, more filthy cursing filling your ears as he spilled his cum inside you.

"Oh. Daddy," you moaned softly as you came in his embrace with his body pressed to your back. You couldn't stop yourself from bumping back against him as you fucked yourself gently along his cock, enjoying every little tremor and tremble.

"Tell me I didn't hurt you," he whispered, easing his wet fingers up along your belly, cupping where you imagined the baby was right now. "Please."

You turned to look at his earnest eyes over your shoulder and said, "You didn't hurt me."

"I love you, Princess." A series of soft knocks made you jump in his arms, and Bradley groaned as the knocking continued. He was still inside you as he said, "That's gotta be Noah."

You realized there was a door conjoining the next room with yours, and you could hear Noah's little voice calling out. "Daddy? Mommy? I want to meet Mickey Mouse."

With one more kiss to your shoulder, Bradley withdrew himself from your body, inspected his cock and then pulled his underwear back up. "Go make sure you're okay," he commanded as he stood. "I'll take care of Noah."

Carefully, still blissfully aware of the way that orgasm left your skin tingling, you made your way into the bathroom as Bradley's cum dribbled down your inner thighs. You cleaned yourself up, and there was no sign of blood at all. You took a quick shower, and you felt amazing. When you eventually emerged from the bathroom all wrapped up in your towel, you found your boys both dressed and ready to go and sitting on the edge of the unused bed.

"Mommy," Noah whined. "I'm hungry and I want to meet Mickey Mouse."

You bent and kissed his soft curls as you said, "Well take care of both of those things for you. Promise."

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Disneyland was simultaneously the most wonderful and most anxiety inducing place Bradley had ever been. The look on Noah's face as the four of you explored the parks together made Bradley smile, but every time you started to look tired, he wasn't sure it was worth it. But then you'd smile at him, too. He'd give you anything you wanted.

"Are you okay?" he asked, collecting you in his arms as Nat rode the teacups with Noah for the third time in a row. "You sure I didn't hurt you this morning?"

A little smile curled along your glossy lips before you kissed him softly. Then you kissed him again and again. It was bad enough that you looked so much younger than him; he got a few raised eyebrows here and there. But then you always called him Daddy with absolutely no shame whatsoever. It always got under his skin and made him run a little hot, but now you had your belly pressed against him as you kissed your way back close to his ear.

"Daddy," you crooned. "You didn't hurt me one bit. You gave me exactly what I needed. Your big cock."

"Baby," he whispered, squeezing your hips in warning. "Don't get us kicked out of the happiest place on Earth."

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You know what would make it even happier?"

"Don't say it," he rasped, shaking his head as you looked up at him. "I'm begging."

You just smirked. "Sneaking off to that family bathroom..."

Bradley tipped his head back and groaned while you giggled. "You said it."

Finally having sex again in the hotel room this morning before Noah practically kicked down the door in search of breakfast seemed to make you extra clingy. Not that Bradley minded one bit. He didn't. He loved it. But you had been alone when you had to go to the emergency room last month, and he was still on edge about everything that happened when he was in Japan. 

When you started tugging on his arm, he shook his head again. "No. Not here. Only where I can be as gentle with you as possible."

Then you were in his arms again telling him how sweet he was, and Bradley was just a lost cause. 

"I'm tapping out," Nat announced as she and Noah walked over hand in hand. "That ride is okay the first two times, but after that, it's evil."

"I loved it!" Noah announced as Bradley picked him up. 

"Of course you did," he said, kissing his son's cheek. "What do you want to do now? Another ride? Get a snack?"

"Meet Mickey Mouse!"

Bradley groaned for an entirely different reason. The line to meet the characters was pretty long, but you'd insisted on buying something called an autograph book, so he said, "Sure, Bub. We can go meet the main mouse."

Bradley held hands with both you and Noah while Nat led the way, talking with her hands and bouncing like she was Tigger to make Noah giggle. Bradley was right, the line was long, but it was worth it. Noah didn't complain about how much time it was taking, but he did ask you to pick him up over and over again.

"Let me hold you," Nat offered, but Noah kept reaching for you instead. When Bradley told him he was too heavy, tears filled his eyes and his face scrunched up.

"Sweet Noah," you whispered, kissing his cheek and kind of cuddling up with him while he was in Bradley's arms. "Don't cry. I'm right here. I'm just not allowed to lift things like big, growing boys who love dinosaurs and coloring books, okay?" You wiped at his tears with your thumbs, and Bradley was once again mesmerized by you. "That's better," you told him. "I don't want you to cry right before we get to meet Mickey Mouse."

Noah sniffled and nodded, and you didn't move away from his as the line moved up. "You're amazing," Bradley whispered. "Mommy of the year."

"There he is!" Nat gasped, perhaps more excited than all of the kids in the line put together. "Mickey! And I'm not talking about Fanboy!"

Bradley chuckled as the Mouse beckoned them forward to take photos. 

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"How about we ride something else?" Bradley asked, but you watched Noah tug him back toward It's a Small World. 

"This is my favorite!"

"Noah," he laughed, "you've said that about every single ride all day long."

"No, this one," Noah insisted.

"Just one more time?" you asked, also tugging on Bradley.

"We've been on it seven times in a row," he insisted, shaking his head.

"Six times," Nat replied, pushing him from behind. 

"Natasha, the song is going to kill me," he said, taking a few steps toward the line queue again. "I'll never be able to get it out of my head."

But the three of you won, of course. Because he was willing to do anything that you and Noah wanted. And that included riding a boat past legions of slightly creepy, singing, animatronic children. "You'll be fine," you insisted, rubbing his abs. "After this, we'll feed you dinner."

"You better," he mumbled, winking at you. "And I need more Mickey shaped snacks, too."

To your delight and Noah's, Bradley willingly rode It's a Small World three more times and sang the song nearly the whole time. "I'm going to annoy you with this forever," he whispered in your ear as the little boat sailed along. 

You looked up at him and said, "Please do. That means you'll be around forever."

His eyes widened in soft surprise. "I'm not going anywhere." You felt his thumb run across your engagement ring where he was holding your hand in his lap. "Just a couple more weeks and we'll be married."

The fact that he was taking care of most of the planning without showing any signs of stress was amazing to you. As the song played on repeat and the dancing animatronics spun around, you tapped your foot. "You really want to get married so soon?" you asked him. 

"Hell yes. I already told you I did."

"Even if it's just a backyard wedding?"

Bradley gave you all of his focus like you were the only thing in his world when he said, "All we really need is both of us and Noah for it to be perfect."

"Technically we also need Natasha," you added, and he rolled his eyes.

"Fine. We also need Natasha. But that's only because she got ordained online. Other than that, I don't really care about the details too much. I just want to see you in a wedding dress."

You bit your lip and moaned. "Nothing fits me great right now. And I feel like my belly is really going to pop out one day soon."

"I can't wait," he grunted, making you shiver at the tone of his voice. "Jesus, I hope your belly gets bigger in the next three weeks."

His lips found your neck, and this time you were the one who had to remind him that you were very much in the middle of Disneyland sharing a seat in the boat with Nat and Noah. But now you had a better idea of what kind of dress you should get; you'd been holding off, hoping to figure out how to get one that would still fit for the big day. 

"So you want to be able to see the bump in the wedding photos?"

"Princess," he grunted. "God, yes. But don't you dare make me hard on It's a Small World."

You were still laughing as the boat floated up to the exit and you climbed out.

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"Stop," you and Nat whined in unison as Bradley started singing the Small World song again on the drive back to San Diego on Sunday. But he just smiled and finished, dodging away from your hand as you tried to cover his mouth from the passenger seat. This time, he saw you and Nat playing rock, paper, scissors to see who got to sit in the back with Noah. Your rock lost to her paper, so you were in the front with him. 

"This is your punishment for being mean," he said as Noah napped. "And I'm talking to both of you."

"I'm just happy that you loved Disneyland," you said over his singing. You were looking at wedding dresses on your phone and holding the selections up for Nat to look at. Bradley had to fight to keep his eyes on the road instead of the screen, but he honestly did want to be surprised. 

"Hey, what am I supposed to wear?" he asked, realizing that you'd seen him in most of his nicer clothes when he was leaving you at home with Noah to go on app dates. He'd have to buy something new, something just for you. Something to make the day special.

"Doesn't matter," Nat said followed by a low whistle as she held your phone. "Nobody will even notice you if your wife is wearing this dress. Holy shit."

Bradley glanced in the rear view mirror to make sure Noah was still asleep. "It's that good?" he asked as you looked a little bashful next to him. "Buy it. Put it on your princess card."

"It has two-day shipping," Nat said. "If you don't like it, we can go out and look at some other options on Wednesday after work."

"I don't know..." you said, hesitating as you took your phone back and looked at whichever dress Nat thought was perfect. 

"Buy it, Baby, or I won't shut up for the next hour." Bradley cleared his throat and started singing, "It's a world of laughter, a world of tears. It's a world of hopes, and a world of fears."

"Fine!" you said, scrambling with your phone as Nat covered her ears. "I'm buying it!"

Bradley smiled at the road before him and muttered, "Gotta love Disney."

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If you have Princess wedding dress inspo (that will show off her little bump just like Bradley is hoping) please send it to me! I'm thinking we will end up with 62 parts for this story, which is absolutely wild to me. Thanks for reading! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[cosmicrelease]

steve was just trying his best to make it through the day without breaking down. and had so far been successful. but once steve walked into the door of his house he didn’t know how much longer he could last.

he had plans to hangout with eddie soon which is something he’d normally be excited about, but the thing is, steve’s arms hurt. since the upside down and fighting monsters thing was over steve hadn’t been working out as much. so when he did, like he had that morning, he felt sore.

for most people this wouldn’t be an issue. but the whole reason steve had worked out in the first place was to stop the buzzing in his body and mind. some days he woke up and it felt like everything was turned up to maximum. all the sounds, textures, colors, and smells of an average day felt like torture. and it made him feel buzzy. so add sore arms on top of his already overwhelmed system? he felt like he could lose it at any moment.

steve took a second to sit in silence with his eyes closed to try and calm down as he waited for his boyfriend to arrive any minute.

meanwhile his inner monologue would not relent,

“my arms are sore. that dog outside is barking too loud. my arms are sore. i hope eddie is on his way. my arms are sore. my arms are sore. my arms are sore.”

his train of thought was brought to a halt by a knock at the door. he took a deep breath before getting up and walking to let eddie in.

as soon as eddie was inside steve was greeted with a chipper,

“hey sweetheart!”

steve tried to hide his grimace at the sudden booming voice of his boyfriend, but to no avail.

“stevie are you okay?” eddie asked quietly.

“my arms hurt” steve let out softly with a sniffle before crumpling into his boyfriends loving embrace letting the weight of the day crash over him. knowing eddie would take care of him.

eddie wrapped his arms around his love before softly saying,

“oh baby, let’s get you somewhere comfy.”

as they walked into steve’s room eddie made sure to turn on the small lamp on the table knowing steve wouldn’t want to deal with the big light during a time like this. but even after getting comfortable in bed laying with his head on eddie’s chest, steve’s mind is still in overdrive.

“eddie is so cuddly. my arms are sore. i hope he doesn’t mind that we aren’t going anywhere tonight. my arms are sore. I’m glad eddie doesn’t smell like cologne right now. my arms are so-“

“you okay love bug? i know you said your arms hurt but i know that’s not the whole story.” eddie interrupted steve’s never ending thoughts.

steve let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding before rushing out,

“today is just too much. i woke up and the sun was too bright and the birds were basically screaming outside. and i tried to workout to focus on something else but it didn’t really help. and then at work the lights were humming and robin kept saying she couldn’t even hear it and it made me feel crazy. then i noticed my arms hurt from working out. now i can’t un-notice it and i can kind of control the stuff around me but i can’t control the stuff in me!”

“hey okay sweetheart just take a deep breath, it’s going to be okay.”

steve took some deep breaths as eddie continued,

“how about we take a hot shower and afterward i can massage your arms for you. does that sound like something you’d be up for baby?”

steve didn’t hesitate to agree to the plan set before him by his wonderfully caring boyfriend. following eddie’s lead into the bathroom.

the shower helps to release some of the tension he had been holding in his body all day. the steam and eddies hands working in tandem to surround his body. once they get out and after the aforementioned massage steve drifts to sleep curled around eddie. mind quiet for the first time all day.

a/n: this is my first time writing more than just a blurb in like a decade so lmk how y’all feel ab it! (unless you hate it then you keep that to yourself lol)

[fandom-oneshots-etc]

Hey, can you write a story about Evan Buckley and Reader announcing that she’s pregnant to the 118 at like a family gathering :)

🍄 Pairing: Evan Buckley x Reader

🍄 Genre: Fluff

🍄 Summary: At a 118 family gathering, Buck's overprotective nature reveals a little more than the two of you had planned.

🍄 Word Count: 1618

🍄 Abbreviations: N/A

🍄 Warnings: Pregnancy, implied pregnancy complications

🍄 Note: I really liked this request Anon! I hope this is what you were looking for. I thought about this scenario and I instantly imagined Buck accidentally announcing the pregnancy rather than planned. If you would rather a planned version, just pop in another request. A similar request came from @quinnstan247. Enjoy :)

You could feel the eyes following you closely as you slipped into the kitchen to refill your glass of orange cordial. Your overprotective, puppy-dog boyfriend remained outside in the garden of the Nash household along with the rest of the team as they stood around Bobby and the BBQ grill. You knew that Buck was searching for any reason he could to follow you inside, but you met his gaze through the windows and offered him a reassuring smile that seemed to subdue him for the minute.

Since the second you found out, Buck had been glued to your side. It had been three weeks since you took that test, since your doctor had confirmed it and in that time you had, had to convince him every single day that he could leave you and go to work. Every day he fought you, wanting the both of you to stay home so you could rest and he could wait on your every want and need, but you couldn’t do that. You were only thirteen weeks along and there was hardly any reason to be confined to the bed just yet. You knew that he was only concerned about the safety of you and the peach you currently carried in your womb. It was endearing and one of the sweetest things you’d ever seen, you hadn’t thought that Buck could get any sweeter, but here you were one act away from having a mouth full of cavities.

What hadn’t helped was that Buck had been responding to a number of pregnancy calls in the past few weeks a few resulting in sadder endings than anyone wanted. They had definitely struck a chord with Buck and had only made him hover all the more.

Adding the water to your cordial, you took a sip of the orange, a light buzz filling your taste-buds. You had become obsessed with anything orange flavoured since your pregnancy diagnosis. Whether it was orange skittles (which Buck had kindly sat and sorted out for you), or orange flavoured chocolate, or even the orange flavoured cupcakes you had found at the grocery store and ate within an hour of buying, anything orange and you were all for it.

Walking back into the garden, your entire body seemed to clench a little as you stepped back into the gaze of the sun. As much as you were enjoying this down time with the 118, it was so hot. The heatwave had only hit LA in the past few days but already it was in full swing and you were feeling every beam of it.

“Y/n,” you turned over to where Athena was sat with Hen and her daughter May. The three of them were stood around the mini bar that Athena had installed, in direct sunlight. Already hot, you fought down the urge to grimace as you moved to stand by them, the sun glaring on your skin. “We were just telling May about Buck and that kiddie ride at the mall. She doesn’t believe us.” Hen informed and a grin split across your lips, taking your mind off of the sweltering heat.

“Oh my, God. I have a photo, hang on,” You pulled your phone out of your shoulder bag and set your drink on the bar, thumb flicking through the many photos in your gallery in search of the one from the Saturday before. “He thought it was funny and I tried to tell him he wouldn’t fit but he insisted,” You giggled and turned your phone for May to see. “I honestly thought I’d have to call nine-one-one.”

Displayed across your screen was the photo that still had you giggling a week later. There sat Buck, who had squeezed his way into the small metal bus which was obviously aimed for children 7 and under. But Buck had twisted his body at all kinds of angles and had somehow managed to worm his way into the ride. His head was poked out of the door hole, his legs curled up against his chest, unable to stretch out in the tiny space that his body was occupying.

What Athena and the others didn’t know was that Buck wouldn’t have gotten into the ride if it wasn’t for you. That morning your hormones had been playing you like a fiddle and every little thing had upset you, the bin bag had broken when you were trying to change it out for a new one, somehow a red sock had slipped in with your whites and now everything you owned was slightly toned pink and they had shown that advert with the puppy sat in a box, in the rain, on the side of the street with people walking past ignoring it. It seemed, that morning, that everything was stacked against you. Buck had offered to come with you to the mall so you could pick up your clothing order from a store, you had ordered certain items that they didn’t have in stock and they had delivered into the store the day before. You were buzzing to see the new pair of pumps you had ordered. You knew that in a few months if not weeks, the shoes would probably be pressing against the sides of your feet and ankles because of the pregnancy swelling, but that hadn’t stopped you from ordering them in your size. However, like everything else that morning, even that didn’t go as planned. The shoes had been delivered in the wrong colour and in a size smaller than you wanted, making them impossible to wear. Buck had seen how disheartened you had been when you left the store, trying not to cry in frustration. He had wanted to do something to cheer you up and in a joking manner he had made a bet with you that he could fit inside the kiddie bus ride.

It had definitely succeeded in cheering you up, if not from how silly he looked, his large muscular frame curled up inside the ride, from when he got stuck and couldn’t get himself out straight away. You had done what you could to help him out, but you were giggling so hard your entire body went weak. When he had finally gotten out, the two of you had continued to giggle all the way home and your mood had been lifted for the rest of the day.

“Oh, my God,” May giggled. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Please send me that!” she begged.

“Of course,” you agreed with a laugh of your own. “I could never gate keep on a photo like this.”

“What made him get in there?”

“It’s Buck, does he need a reason?” Hen scoffed. As the ladies continued to giggle, the heat seemed to make it’s presence known as it glared down onto you. The side of your temples was beginning to throb and your skin was starting to get slick and sticky, sweat oozing from your pores. You raised a hand to swipe at your brow, glancing around the garden for the closest seat, your legs aching.

As you moved towards one of the sun loungers, your boyfriend’s eyes caught onto your movements, already on high alert.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” he asked, abandoning his drink at the grill and rushing towards you, one arm slipping around your waist to help guide you to the seat.

“Buck, I’m-”

“Dammit, it’s too hot out here for you. We should’ve cancelled,” he began muttering to himself. “Are you dizzy? Do you need a drink of water? What about something to eat? Is your blood sugar low? What if you’re dehydrated?” The only thing making you dizzy was the hurricane of questions Buck was sending your way, not even leaving a chance for you to answer them. One of his hands instinctively came to rest on the front of your stomach.

“Babe? Baby?” You tried to pull Buck out of his panicked rant, his eyes not once meeting yours as he kept scanning you for any visible injuries. Not that there were any, but the paranoia was getting the best of him and the heat probably wasn’t helping.

“We should get you in the shade,” he decided. “Shit, you should’ve stayed inside. You’re carrying precious cargo now, baby. You and peach can’t take this heat. We shouldn’t have come. This is all my fault-”

“Buck!” You pressed your hands to the sides of his face, directing his eyes to yours so you could try and ground him. “Buck, baby, I’m fine. We’re fine. I’m just a little hot and tired that’s all. It’s normal.” He still seemed a little uncertain, and his eyes held a lifetime of worry for you and his unborn child. “We’re okay. I promise.” You offered him a reassuring smile, your thumb coming to brush against his bottom lip rhythmically, giving him something to focus on. His eyelids pressed shut as he breathed slowly for a second.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause we can go home-”

“We’re fine. I just need to sit for a minute that’s all.” You peeked over his shoulder. “While I’m sitting, we should probably talk to the people behind you, they seem a little shocked. You kind of let the cat out of the bag.” Buck twisted his head to look around at the team behind him, everyone stood, jaws dropped and eyes wide. Eddie was the most comical of the bunch, his glass halfway raised to his mouth ready to take a sip but frozen in time with the news that Buck had unintentionally shared.

“H-Hey, guys,” He chuckled awkwardly with a sheepish grin. “I guess we have some news to share.”

[sinnersweets]

DogDay x Reader

part 2 ----->

A/N: My HC is that DogDay has an adult inside of him, unlike Catnap.

“Congragulations! Your application was chosen, and you are now part of the Playtime Co family! Please review all the following information provided in this email.” was all that was said in a recent email I had gotten. Finally, after weeks of job hunting, I heard back from someone, and it only took them a day to respond! I briefly skimmed through the email, knowing it was just boring company policies. At the very bottom it said that my first day was tomorrow. Wow, they sure do not waste time. I set an alarm and went to bed early, excited about my new job. 

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When I applied, I put down that I did not mind working anywhere in the factory so imagine how surprised I was when I showed up, they told me I would be working down below in a room called ‘Playcare.’ In fact, it was highly requested that I was to be stationed there. They told me it’s where they house orphans. It’s fascinating that a factory that builds toys for kids has its own orphanage here, right in the factory! I was given a uniform to change into and the uniform was honestly quite cute! The shirt was a golden-brown color that smelled like vanilla, I was given a nametag with a sun pin attached and... a headband with dog ears the same color. I didn’t think much of it and just went to change before heading off to Playcare. 

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I stared in awe as I looked down below at Playcare. This place was huge! I still could not believe that little kids lived here. I looked around at all the buildings. There was a school, a circus tent, a few more buildings and right up top was where all the orphans lived. Seeing all of this gave me the vibe of that one anime called ‘The Promised Neverland’ but I soon laughed at the thought. Kids do not die here, no demons feed on their brains, they get adopted. Adopted. 

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As I exited the cable car, I was instructed to meet my boss inside of the Playhouse. While walking to the playhouse some kids would run up to me and call me ‘girl DogDay’ whatever that meant. I just smiled and waved at them before entering the Playhouse. I was not given a name for who my boss was but was just told that they would know what I looked like and would spot me. Lots of kids were in this area. All screaming and chasing each other. One of them grabbed my hand and said, “Hurry we have to hide before he finds us!” I had no time to protest as I was led behind some foam building blocks. “Um, who exactly are we hiding from?” I whispered back to the kid, might as well play along. “Shh. He has good hearing.” was all that the kid said before peeking over the blocks we were hiding at.  

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Two minutes went by before we both heard some footsteps approaching. “He’s coming! Run!” and then the kid ran into a slide and started to climb up. I laughed at the kids' action and started to get up before I felt breathing coming from above me. I slowly lifted my head up and was shocked to see a giant dog hovering above me. “Hiya Angel!” I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t say anything, I was in shock. This enormous dog that looks like a plushy is speaking to me. “I found you which means now you get to help out with catching everyone!” The dogs tailed wagged. I stood up and got a good look at this...dog thing. He was tall, around 8 ft. He had a pendant in the shape of a sun, and he smelled like vanilla. Oh, that’s what the kids meant earlier by ‘girl DogDay,’ this is DogDay. “Come on Angel, I know if we work together, we can find all the kids before time is up” and then DogDay ran on all fours like an actual dog, in search of the other kids.  

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I think it was safe to say that DogDay found the rest of the kids while I just knew of the one that was with me before was hiding at. As we made our way back to the entrance, I noticed the kids laughing and trying to climb onto DogDay. Maybe he’s been with them forever and that’s why they don’t seem terrified by a dog that stands 8 ft tall. DogDay looked over and saw me and the last kid approaching and waved at us. The other kids stopped what they were doing and looked in my direction. In unison they all screamed “Girl DogDay is here!” I smiled sheepishly and waved at them. “Hi there....” Did these kids know about me? DogDay then put down some kids that he was holding and walked over to me. “Sorry about that Angel, I told them that I was getting a helper the other day and they have been wanting to see you.” “Oh, that’s fine. Hey um DogDay was it? Do you happen to know who my boss is by chance? I was told to meet them in here.” The kids behind Dogday started giggling. “You’re looking at him Angel!”  

Huh? He’s joking right? This dog looking mascot is my boss?! DogDay then picked me up and hugged me tight. “We’re going to have so much fun working together Angel.” I could hear his tail wagging back in forth. He put me down and led me to the rest of the kids. “Kids, we have a new face joining us today. Why don’t you introduce yourself to us Angel.” I suddenly felt nervous. All these little eyes staring at me so excitedly. “O-okay, um well hi, my name is Angel- wait no” the kids started laughing. That wasn’t my name but hearing DogDay call me that this whole time just slipped out. DogDay was even laughing. I blushed in embarrassment. I cleared my throat and continued. “My name is Y/N, but I guess you could also call me Angel. I like to read, draw, um I guess sing, but I haven’t done it in a while. Umm, I’m 20 years old and my birthday is on November 14th and that’s pretty much it I think.”  

DogDay clapped and soon the other kids followed his lead. “Well put Angel, now it’s my turn, though I think I’ll let the kids introduce me.” All at once the kids started yelling over each other to tell me about him. “He’s the leader of the Smiling Critters!” “He smells like vanilla!” “Super strong!” “DOGDAY CALLED YOU PRETTY!!” “Okay! Thank you, Damian, no need to shout now friend.” The shift in DogDays attitude changed, he was the one that seemed nervous now. The kid that was hiding with me was named Damian. Dogday then cleared his throat. “Let’s all go outside and wait for KickenChicken now alright?” The kids yelled in delight and pushed their way out of the Playhouse. 

It was now just me and DogDay. “So, um I’m guessing you picked me to work here?” I tried breaking the awkward silence between us. I decided to not bring up the fact that he called me pretty, too awkward right now. DogDay then seemed to snap back into his cheery self. “Yep! I looked through a lot of applicants, but yours stood out to me.” It’s amazing that a toy factory lets a toy pick out an employer. DogDay then grabbed my hand and led me outside. “Come on, I’ll give you a tour of the place Angel.” I smiled and went along with him. I could see myself liking it here.  

A/N: part 2 anyone?

[wh0re43van]

Maneater- (Jimmy Darling X Reader)

Summary: it’s your first week at the freakshow as a sword swallower and fire eater. Almost everyone has taken an immediate liking to you, especially Jimmy. (Literally only wrote this because I want to deep throat Jimmy)

Warnings: smut, blowjob, kinda public

Word count: 2.3k

I sit on the edge of the wooden stage in the main tent as I clean my swords. the small amount of afternoon sun leaks in through the openings of the red and white canopy, bringing the blistering Florida heat with it. I absentmindedly wipe the sweat on my brow with the same rag I’m sanitizing the sleek metal with, then immediately break into a fit of coughs as the fumes from the rubbing alcohol choke me out.

‘This heat is melting my brain’ I think to myself as I catch my breath as best I can in the hot sticky air. You’d think as a fire breather I’d be used to it, but this August haze is brutal.

Being from New England originally, this suffocating humidity is a far cry from what I consider comfortable, but a gig is a gig. Elsa was more than pleased to hire me when I pulled up with a unique act and my own caravan last week. I’ve worked with a lot of carnies in my day, but the group here is truly one of a kind. Almost everyone took an immediate liking to me. Ethel did her best to make me my favorite dessert as a welcome gift, Desiree insisted on taking me shopping, and Eve has let me sleep in her caravan with her for the week since mine isn’t yet hooked up to electric or water.

“Not even a dog should have to sleep in this heat without a fan,” Eve insisted. All the women have quickly become my closest friends, except for-

“I hope you’re pleased with yourself,” Maggie’s shrill voice cuts through the thick air with ease as she stomps into the tent.

“What are you on about now?” I roll my eyes as I set my swords to the side, walking down the rickety wooden steps that creak under my weight.

Maggie has given me shit since the first time she saw Jimmy flirting with me, which was about 30 seconds after my arrival. Her and Jimmy seemed to have some sort of relationship which he assured was “purely casual”, but Maggie doesn’t seem to agree.

“You have Jimmy out there in this heat wave crawling around messing with your stupid trailer! He could have a heat stroke,” the ‘psychic’ scolds me. I step up to the mousy bitch, adjusting my bathing suit top and brushing the dust off my denim shorts.

“He volunteered to do that for me, so mind your own fucking business… Ya know, in all the carnivals I’ve worked at, I never met a medium that couldn’t take a fuckin hint,” I say lowly, glaring at her. Her face goes red with anger.

“I don’t see how Elsa could hire such an ill-mannered hussy. You surely aren’t doing any favors for the reputation of the show,” I can tell that she’s trying to remain composed, but her voice comes out a shrill whine.

“This hussy earned over 500 bucks in the first four days I was here,” I remind her, laughing at how stupid her attempt at a come back was. Maggie tilts her head and narrows her eyes.

“I’m surprised you even charge money for your act since you prance around here with your tits out shoving shit down your throat for free,” she small lady growls, motioning to my bathing suit top for emphasis.

‘Damn’ I’m a bit shocked by this statement and it shows on my face, but I scoff before pulling the corner of my mouth into a smirk.

“Why don’t we ask Jimmy-“ I begin, but I’m cut off by Jimmy himself.

“Ask me what?” he smiles as he takes a gulp of water out of the glass in his hand. The energy in the room immediately shift as both of us turn to look at him, plastering fake smiles on our faces as we adjust our outfits and hair.

“Ask you, uhm, how you always manage to get such a crowd when you work the carousel. It must be all the girls wanting a ride with you,” I let out a nervous giggle, nudging the bitch to my side. She nods and laughs unconvincingly. At least we can agree on how embarrassing it would for Jimmy to hear us bickering over him like schoolgirls. Luckily, he seems none the wiser to the cat fight that he just accidentally broke up.

Jimmy chuckles as he walks up to us, leaning against the base of the stage. I don’t make any effort to hide my lingering scan of his body. His worn-out blue jeans and white tank top that’s clinging to his toned chest with sweat is covered in the orange dust of Florida’s crust. The veins in his arms are prominent on his slick sun kissed skin that’s dotted with smears of what appear to be grease.

“You’d see me blushing if my face wasn’t sunburnt as all hell,” Jimmy flashes his dimples as he runs his conjoined fingers through his sweat drenched curls. “I’m glad you’re here Maggie, Elsa’s lookin’ for ya,” he informs the blonde. She seems to be happy just to get the smallest bit of attention from the boy.

“Oh, okay. Why don’t you come to my caravan in a little bit. I have a surprise for you,” she says to Jimmy, but her eyes are locked on me, unfortunately for her, Jimmy’s eyes are also locked on me.

“Uh sure Doll, go on now. Don’t leave Elsa waitin’,” the boy says, eyeing me up and down with a grin as he motions his head towards the exit. Maggie smirks at me as if this is some kind of feat before walking out of the tent.

“So,” I smile as I boost myself up on the stage, dangling my feet over the side. “What can I do for you?” I bat my lashes at the sweaty boy.

“I need your pretty hands for one last thing and then you should have electricity,” Jimmy hums, then motions to my swords on the stage. “But if you’re trying to rehearse,” he walks over to the first row of collapsible wooden chairs, taking a seat. “I’ll take my payment in the form of a private show” he leans back, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow. I smile mischievously, standing up and grabbing the three dull swords.

“Well That’s not fair to you,” I tisk as the metal clanks in my hands in. “I’m not even in costume,” I smirk as I pace to the center of the stage.

“Oh trust me doll, this little number you have on right here compliments you just as well as that corset and stockings you dance around in,” he smirks as his drift from my legs to my face, earning a grin from me.

“Well I’m not gonna argue with that,” I laugh before clearing my throat, starting my monologue.

I tun through the first half of my 15 minute routine, Jimmys attention glued to me the entire time. He watches intently as I easily drop two swords down my esophagus, and twist them around before pulling them out one by one. My epiglottis burns as the metal slides through the small opening. I wipe the spit from my mouth, taking a bow as Jimmys applause bounces off the canvas walls.

“Thank You,” I giggle, my voice comes out a bit hoarse as I kneel down by my torches and lamp oil, then I notice I don’t have water to wet my rag. “Gentleman in the front row, could I borrow that glass of water,” I grin, using my ‘show voice’. He happily hops up, bring the glass to the stage. I crawl over to the edge, then sit up on my knees so that my face is even with his. “Thank you, sir,” I grin, holding Jimmys gaze as I take the cup from his hands, brushing my fingers over his.

“I’m honored to be involved in the act,” he breaths as he reaches out, running a thumb over my lip. I grin before licking a strip up the digit, making his eyes go wide.

“If You really want to be a special guest, come join me back stage,” I hum, leaning forward as I take his other hand in mine, tugging him a bit. Without a moments hesitation Jimmy hoists himself up on the stage and pulls me just behind the curtain before he crashes his lips into mine, pinning me to the wall

“You don’t know the things ya do to me, baby,” Jimmy pants against my lips as his hands grab at my body desperately. I giggle into the rough kiss and wrap my arms around his neck.

“I think it’s pretty obvious,” I hum as I reach between us, running my hand over his obvious errciton. Jimmy moans, bucking his hips towards the contact.

“Can ya blame me?” He chuckles lowly before moving his mouth to my neck, leaving wet kisses over my sweaty skin. “It ain’t often that I get attention from a dime like you,” he chuckles lowly against my skin as his large hands grab my ass.

“I guess todays your lucky day then,” I giggle as I turn Jimmy around, pushing his back into the wall. “I just want to thank you for working on my caravan for me,” I purr as I slowly drop down to my knees. His eyes watch intently as I pop open his belt buckle. Jimmy swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as his mouth hangs agape.

“It’s my pleasure, honestly doll. You don’t have to do this-” Jimmy protests weakly as he wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead. His breath hitches when I abruptly yank his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, his heavy cock springing out of its confines.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I smile before licking a strip from base to tip, Jimmy sighs at the contact. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” I bat my lashes at him as he looks down at me, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth. “Plus id rather practice on you then those other swords anyway,” I smirk before taking him into my mouth.

He throws his head back, a low growl bubbling from his throat in satisfaction. Jimmy looks down at me with a slack jaw as he watches me take all of him in my throat until my nose is flush with the small patch of hair around his base. His hand finds its way to the back of my head as I begin bobbing up and down on him.

“Just like that, Doll… holy shit,” Jimmy hisses as his face contorts in pleasure. I giggle to myself as I wrap my arms around his legs, allowing him thrust into my face.

My knees dig into the unfinished wood of the stage- sure to leave splinters- as Jimmy violates my throat. His chest starts to heave as he finds his rhythm, filling the tent with low moans and my gagging.

I look at Jimmy through blurry, tear stained vision and I swear I could cum right now. His eyes are screwed shut as his mouth hangs open, letting out the unholiest of sounds I’ve ever heard. His strong arms, shiny with sweat, are flexed so hard that I can see veins popping out of them as he holds onto my hair like his life depends on it.

As Jimmy is lost in pleasure, completely oblivious to anything else around him, I hear shuffling in the side entrance of the tent. I’m about to pull away when I hear Maggie’s whiny voice.

“Jimmy are you still-“ she asks before she freezes, her face goes pale as her jaw drops. The boy doesn’t doesn’t even realize that he’s cutting her off when he moans,

“Jesus Christ baby, I’ve never seen someone look so pretty while gagging on cock,” his voice is breathy and low, but Maggie definitely heard because seconds later she shrieks before running out of the tent. “What was that?” Jimmy asks, slowing his hips, he looks down at me with glazed eyes, as if he’s in another dimension. I pull Away, gasping for breath as I take his slick cock into my hand, breaking the thick strings of spit.

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” I giggle, still trying to catch my breath as I slide my hand over his length. “I just want you to cum in my mouth, okay? Can you do that for me?” I hum as I place his tip between my lips, licking lightly. Jimmys eyes flutter as he groans, watching me rub him over my lips.

“Jesus Christ,” is all he manages to groan before he’s thrusting back into my mouth. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his climax. Jimmy is a cursing, sweaty mess as his cock twitches on my tongue before shooting his sticky release down my throat. I moan at the sensation as he pulls out, falling limp against the wall. “Come here,” he pants out, barely audible as he grabs me up off the floor, pulling me into a wet sloppy kiss. I grin against his lips as hands move to the buttons on my shorts.

“Uh uh,” i tisk as i slap his hands away. He looks at me confused. “This was my payment to you,” I smile as I fix my outfit.

“And Im more than grateful,” he chuckles as he pulls his pants back up. “But id like to return the favor, doll,” he smirks as he reaches out to try to pull my into his arm. I step the side before turning to leave.

“Oh you don’t have time Jimmy. I think Maggie’s looking for you,” I smirk before giving him a peck on the cheek. I can feel his gaze burning into my back I was down the rickety steps and out of the tent.

[mediocre-shark-tales]

A Summer Break for the Ages

Doohan Sister Reader F1 Driver Reader Cadillac Formula 1 Reader

Sorry for such a long wait everyone, things got super busy as my formula sae team got busy in preparation for an open house event. But I am back to planning and writing again. So to treat you all, here is an extra long and extra fluffy chapter for you.

The pen was starting to slip in my hand, not because it was too heavy or awkward, but because my palms were sweating. Stupid. It was just paperwork. Just another clipboard in another waiting room. I’d filled out dozens of these over the last few months—medical forms, release waivers, press permissions, rehab evaluations. But this one? This one felt different. This one felt… important.

The room was warm and quiet, filled with soft light and the faint scent of cedar. A dog barked in the distance, and I flinched slightly before reminding myself this was a safe place. I stared at the question on the page:

“What are you hoping to find in a dog?”

It should’ve been easy to answer. A companion. A little joy. Something to come home to after the chaos of racing and interviews and headlines I didn’t ask for. But more than that—something steady. Something that didn’t care about what the media said or the footage that kept replaying of the crash. Someone who didn’t ask questions, just stayed close when the nights got long and the thoughts got loud.

I scribbled down the first honest thing that came to mind:

“A partner. A friend. Someone who understands silence.”

When I handed it back, the woman behind the desk smiled softly like she’d read between every word I hadn’t said. “We have a little tradition,” she told me as she stood. “Our dogs… they choose you. Not the other way around.”

I followed her out of the cozy little office, heart pounding like I was about to walk into qualifying again. Except this time there was no helmet. No track. Just the sun-warmed backyard of the facility—and maybe a future waiting for me in the grass.

The gate opened and chaos greeted me in the most beautiful way. Dogs. All kinds. Bouncing, wagging, barking, rolling in the dirt. A pair of fluffy mutts ran straight for me, tails spinning like windmills, and I crouched down (as much as my shoulder allowed) to let them sniff and slobber and welcome me with happy energy I hadn’t felt in ages.

I was so distracted by them, I almost didn’t notice him.

He was standing off to the side—still, quiet, watching. A large German Shepherd, dark coat shining in the sun, ears perked, stance alert. He didn’t charge or bark or demand attention. He observed. Me. And when our eyes met, something… shifted. I didn’t know how to explain it, even now. But my heart settled. Not in a romantic way or a cheesy movie moment way, but in a deep, grounding way. Like a boat finally anchoring.

He took a few careful steps forward, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. Every inch of him radiated calm focus. And then—without hesitation—he leaned his full body gently into my leg. Solid and warm.

I let out a shaky breath, blinking hard. He didn’t nudge for pets, didn’t lick my face. He just… stayed. And that’s what I needed.

The trainer’s voice came from behind me, just a touch surprised. “Well, would you look at that. That’s Axel. He’s a bit of a legend around here.”

I looked down at him. “He’s perfect.”

“He’s more than that,” she said, stepping beside me. “He’s trained for emotional support. PTSD, anxiety, trauma cases. He knows when to give space and when to stay close.”

I blinked at her. “Wait—he’s already trained?”

She nodded. “Fully certified. And… he’s got something extra, too. Axel’s also trained in protective behavior. Not attack, just defense. He’s not aggressive unless you give the signal.”

I glanced down at him again, his head now resting gently against my thigh like he’d been mine forever.

“What kind of signals?”

“Two code words,” she explained. “If you say ‘susto’—which means ‘scare’—he’ll alert. Stand between you and whoever’s setting him off. He’ll bark, stiffen posture. Warn. But he won’t escalate especially when you say ‘hecho.’ That ends it. Brings him back down.”

“And if I don’t say anything?”

“He’ll decide based on your body language,” she said gently. “But he’s incredibly intelligent. He won’t act unless he senses real danger. You’re always in control.”

It took me a second to swallow the lump in my throat. This wasn’t just a dog. This was… security. This was someone who could help me feel safe again—not just emotionally, but physically. Someone who would see the fear I tried so hard to hide and stand in front of it for me.

“Axel,” I whispered, dropping to my knees beside him. “You okay with me?”

He looked up at me, then leaned in and licked my chin.

I laughed for the first time in days.

Later that day, after the bonding test and paperwork and basic command refreshers, Axel climbed into the passenger seat of my car like it was already his. He rested his head lightly on my thigh as I drove, his eyes flicking to mine every so often like he was still checking—you alright?

Back at my apartment, I didn’t feel nervous. I didn’t feel alone. Axel followed me through the rooms, nose twitching at the corners of my cluttered shelves, finally settling on the couch where I curled up next to him with a blanket and a box of leftover cookies.

He didn’t need to talk. Didn’t need to ask me how I was doing. He just stayed close, warm and steady.

When I whispered, “Thank you for picking me,” he let out a soft huff and nudged his head into my chest, the rhythm of his breathing syncing with mine.

And for the first time since the crash, I finally felt like maybe—just maybe—I could start to put the pieces back together again. With Axel beside me, I wasn’t just a ghost of myself anymore.

I was home and I felt safe. 

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I hadn’t been this nervous to sit in a doctor's office in a while.

It was strange, the way my heart fluttered—not from fear of bad news, but from this intense pressure building behind my ribs. The kind that came when you wanted something so badly to be okay, even though you weren’t sure you were allowed to hope yet.

Axel sat at my feet, tail thudding softly against the cool tile floor every now and then. He had this way of grounding me without needing to be commanded. Since we found each other, he’d been the constant shadow at my side, somehow always knowing what I needed even before I did. I glanced down, brushing my fingers behind his ears. He leaned into the touch, big brown eyes blinking up at me with an ease that made the moment feel less clinical, less sterile.

I heard the doctor before I saw her—her steps were confident, familiar. She stepped in with a tablet in one hand and a bright smile already on her face, and I felt a little piece of my tension start to unravel.

“Let’s check that shoulder first,” she said warmly.

I nodded, carefully beginning the familiar routine of unstrapping the restrictive brace I’d worn since the crash. My movements were slow, cautious. Not because of the pain, but out of habit—like if I moved wrong, everything might break all over again.

Axel stood up as I shifted on the exam table, his body brushing against my leg like he was offering backup support. I murmured a quiet “Hecho,” and he sat back down obediently.

The doctor’s fingers were gentle but thorough as she rotated my arm, checking each angle and joint. She paused to inspect the scars still healing near my collarbone—burns from the fire that had licked my suit. They weren’t as red anymore, not as raw, but I still flinched sometimes when the fabric of my shirts caught them wrong.

“You’ve made incredible progress,” she said finally, stepping back. “Inflammation is down. Mobility’s coming back faster than I expected. You’ve been doing the work.”

I smiled, a small one, but it was real. “Tell that to my frozen shoulder on day two of PT.”

She laughed, then reached into a drawer and returned with a smaller brace—sleek, more discreet, and definitely not the kind that made strangers on the street give me worried looks.

“This is your next step,” she explained, helping me guide my arm into the new brace. “Still no heavy lifting, and take care with how you sleep. But this will give you a lot more comfort. Should fit under clothes easily too.”

It was strange how something so small could make me feel almost normal. I flexed my arm slightly, feeling the way the support hugged just right.

Then came the next part.

I followed her down the hall to radiology, Axel once again sticking close. He waited patiently outside the door, nose pressed against the glass like he was supervising. I swear he’d taken his guardian job to heart the moment I adopted him.

The x-ray process was quick—routine by now. The techs barely needed to direct me anymore. I held still, breathed when they told me, and walked out already rehearsing worst-case scenarios in my head.

Back in the exam room, I waited. Axel laid down this time, head resting on my boot, tail occasionally tapping when I reached down to stroke his back.

When the doctor returned, she didn’t make me wait.

“Your fracture is healing beautifully,” she said, turning the tablet toward me so I could see the clean lines of my bone coming back together. “No shifting. No complications. You’ll be out of that cast next week.”

I blinked. “Really?”

She nodded. “From there, we’ll work on gradually building weight back up. If everything keeps going this well, you will be back in the car by the second race.”

A breath caught in my throat.

Two weeks, only missing 1 race.

It had been just under a month since the crash, and two weeks from now, I could be in the car again. Not just thinking about racing—doing it. Feeling the wheel in my hands. Hearing the engine vibrate through my bones.

I didn’t realize my hands had clenched until Axel nudged me with his nose. I opened them slowly, fingers still stiff in the cast, but the ache didn’t bother me today.

From the corner, Nico’s voice chimed in.

“Perfect,” he said, already typing into his phone. “I’ll update Diego.”

I raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You mean my personal stalker-slash-trainer?”

“He prefers ‘dedicated professional’,” Nico deadpanned. “But yes.”

The news brought something else to the surface—something I’d been meaning to share with my audience, but hadn’t found the right time or words. Maybe this would be the moment.

Before Deigo, my training was impersonal. A faceless contract with a faceless trainer. Someone paid through an agency who thought I was a woman training for marathons or maybe motorsport-adjacent racing. They didn’t know who I was, and they didn’t ask. It was sterile, minimal, safe. I had to stay under the radar, even in my own recovery.

But now… I didn’t have to pretend anymore.

Diego had been with me every step of this journey. He was the one who learned every layer of my body and how it healed. The one who researched PT for burns and race-related shoulder injuries and helped build regimens that weren’t just effective—they fit me.

He wasn’t just in my corner. He was the reason I’d gotten out of bed those first few painful mornings.

“Think I’ll tell them soon,” I said quietly. “About Diego.”

Nico’s face softened. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Feels like the right time.”

I pictured it—something casual, maybe a vlog or a behind-the-scenes reel.

“Hey, guys. So this is Diego. He’s been my radio engineer for a while now but he finally finished his certification and got to take over full time as my personal trainer too. He’s helped with my recovery since day one, and you’ll probably see him more often now not just as my radio engineer but my trainer too.  He’s a pain, but he’s my pain.”

That would be enough.

No need to dive into the years of hidden injuries or the lies I’d had to spin to stay safe. No need to talk about how close I’d come to losing everything when the car went up in flames. They didn’t need the trauma to understand the truth.

They just needed to know I wasn’t alone anymore.

And as we left the doctor’s office, sun spilling onto the sidewalk like a warm exhale from the sky, I felt it—real, true forward momentum after weeks of feeling stuck in one small dull world. 

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When Nico dropped me off at my apartment, the world outside felt quieter, softer. Axel, the big German Shepherd who’d chosen me over all the other dogs at the trainer’s, was curled up in the backseat, looking as calm and collected as he ever did. We’d been through a lot in the past few days—vet visits, paperwork, a long flight to get him here—and now, after all that effort, he was finally home.

"Thanks for the ride," I said, giving Nico a grateful smile as I got out. I adjusted the strap of my bag over my shoulder, Axel following close behind. He trotted up beside me, calm as always, his eyes scanning our surroundings like he was making sure everything was okay. There was something so reassuring about him.

Nico caught my eye, his grin widening just slightly. “You’re sure you’re good here? No help with anything?”

“I’ve got it covered,” I said with a chuckle, even as I gave the apartment door a quick glance to make sure everything was still in order. “I’ve got a puppy now, Nico. What else do I need?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Right, you’re all set with your emotional support dog. Perfect time to leave you alone, huh?” His voice was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of affection in it.

“Everything’s fine,” I assured him, giving Axel a scratch behind the ears as the dog followed me up the stairs. Axel looked up at me, his tongue hanging out in a grin, but his gaze stayed steady and protective. It was so comforting to know that I had a partner who not only had my back but was also going to be with me all week.

As we made our way inside, I unpacked a few things while Nico made sure I didn’t forget anything. I made a mental checklist: clothes packed, medication in my bag, a fresh set of shoulder braces and wraps in my suitcase for the arm and shoulder, Axel’s travel gear ready. Everything was done. It was all going according to plan.

Then, a soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

I opened it, and immediately I was met with the loud, boisterous voices of Ollie and Kimi.

“Surprise, surprise,” Ollie grinned, stepping inside without hesitation, “Look what we’ve got, a delivery of sunshine and—”

His voice trailed off as he froze mid-step, his eyes going wide.

Kimi stepped in right behind him, also stopping when he caught sight of Axel. The atmosphere in the room shifted, a quiet awe filling the space.

Ollie slowly crouched down, his eyes filled with surprise and delight. “You... you got a dog?”

I nodded, unable to contain the excitement bubbling inside me. “Yeah, his name’s Axel. I didn’t tell you guys because I wanted it to be a surprise. I figured he could keep me company during the break, you know?”

Axel, ever the cool customer, just stood there, his tail gently swaying behind him. But I could feel him observing both Ollie and Kimi carefully. It was like he was weighing them, deciding if they were worth his trust.

Kimi, as usual, didn’t waste a second. He took a step toward Axel, his movements slow and deliberate, letting the dog smell his outstretched hand. Axel sniffed once, then twice, before he gave a little huff and nudged Kimi’s palm with his nose. That was it. Kimi smiled, his eyes lighting up in a way that made my heart warm.

“He’s already fond of you,” I teased.

Ollie grinned, and then—just when I thought Axel was going to ignore him—he walked over to Ollie, sitting at his feet, looking up with those big brown eyes like he was silently demanding attention. Ollie laughed, scratching Axel behind the ears. “Okay, okay, I admit it,” he said. “I’m in love.”

“I’m in love,” Kimi chimed in, looking at me with a grin. “But mostly because Axel’s clearly already won me over.”

Axel huffed again, letting his body relax as I sat on the couch, gesturing for them to join me. The dog nestled up beside me, one paw stretched lazily over my foot. There was something so comforting about having him with me in this moment. Something that settled the edges of my mind, grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.

“Alright, now we’re ready to go,” Ollie said, looking around the apartment for a final check. “The Tahoe’s outside. Kimi’s manager is driving, and he’s got everything planned so we don’t have to worry about anything. Plus, we saved you the entire back seat. No choosing who sits with who.”

“That’s really nice of you guys,” I said, smiling.

We made our way outside, Axel following me closely as Kimi opened the back door of the blacked-out Tahoe. Axel hopped up first, with a little help from me. It seemed like everything with him just worked in a way that made everything else feel easier.

The ride to the airport was uneventful, in the best way possible. Just the soft hum of the engine, the cool leather seats, and Axel’s calm presence beside me. Kimi and Ollie chattered about nothing and everything, making plans for the trip, throwing out ideas for hikes and beach days.

But when we arrived at the airport, that’s when the magic of the day really began. As we stepped out of the vehicle, a group of discreet security guards greeted us, ready to whisk us through the back entrance, out of sight of any curious fans. The boys were still relaxed, enjoying the anonymity, and I could see the joy in their eyes as we moved seamlessly through the terminal, Axel quietly trotting by my side.

Once inside the VIP room, I breathed a sigh of relief. The tension I’d carried with me—about being recognized, about keeping Axel’s presence under wraps—finally melted away.

“So,” Ollie said, settling onto one of the plush chairs. “Four whole days of nothing but fun and relaxation. Just us. No interviews, no press. What’s the first thing we’re doing when we get there?”

“We’ve got a boat ride planned, remember?” Kimi chimed in, putting his feet up and cracking open a bottle of water. “Lunch to sunset. Then some hiking, maybe?”

“That sounds perfect,” I replied, leaning back, watching Axel curl up on the floor beside me, his eyes half-closed in contentment. “Anything that doesn’t involve me breaking my arm again.”

“Nothing too crazy,” Ollie reassured me. “But we’re going to hike up the Alps. Get some stargazing in, cook a few meals together, maybe hit the beach.”

I smiled, the thought of it all making me feel lighter. A boat ride, a relaxed hike, some stargazing under the clear French sky… and Axel, right there with me the entire time.

I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply.

“This is going to be perfect,” I murmured.

And as the boys began talking about their plans—about markets to visit and secret coves to find—I knew that this trip wasn’t just about escaping for a while. It was about finding peace in the little things. With them. With Axel. And that, to me, was everything I needed. 

—

The low hum of the plane was oddly soothing, a steady white noise that matched the gentle vibration under my seat. We were about halfway across the ocean now, headed toward a much-needed break tucked away in the French Riviera. Our little group had lucked out with first-class cubbies, each of us in our own private pod. I was tucked into mine, Ollie in the one just to my right, and Kimi across the aisle, both only a few steps away.

Axel lay in the aisle between us, his big body curled up right where the stewardess had said he should be—close enough to reach me instantly, should I need him. It made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. Just knowing he was there was like anchoring myself to solid ground, even when we were flying above clouds.

I had reclined my chair into its flat position a little while ago, one of the many luxuries of these fancy pods. The blanket draped loosely over my legs, and my headphones sat gently over my ears—no music playing, though. I just wanted it to be a little quieter and I allowed Axel to hop up onto the makeshift bed with me. 

Axel’s head rested beside mine now. My hand was tucked into his soft fur, slowly stroking behind his ears, the way he liked. His calm breathing matched mine, and soon, sleep began tugging at the edges of my mind.

That’s when I felt it.

A gentle touch brushing through my hair—fingers sweeping a few loose strands away from my face. Soft, careful. I didn’t move. I kept my eyes closed, my breathing steady, curious what would come next.

“She looks like she’s finally relaxed,” Ollie’s voice whispered.

I could hear the soft rustle as he leaned back in his chair, clearly thinking I couldn’t hear them through my ‘music.’

Kimi responded, just as quiet. “It’s still wild. A couple months ago… I didn’t think we’d get to do this. Not like this. Not with her here.”

My heart ached gently, but not in a bad way. I held still, letting them talk.

“I used to stay up, watching the crash over and over again, trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t have to worry anymore, that I wouldn’t wake up and she wouldn’t be here anymore.” Ollie murmured.

“Yeah,” Kimi said. “I’d wake up from nightmares where she just… didn’t make it. Couldn’t shake it off for hours.”

There was a pause, the kind that weighed heavy with old fear.

“But now look at her,” Kimi added, voice softening. “She’s got a dog who practically worships her, she’s healthy, and she’s laughing again. We can’t take that for granted.”

“No,” Ollie agreed, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I still worry, though. Every time she winces or disappears for a second too long. I hate how scared I still get.”

“Same,” Kimi admitted. “But I’ll take the worry if it means we still have her.”

My eyes burned a little. I blinked them open, letting my hand press just a little firmer into Axel’s side. He shifted closer in response, letting out a quiet whuff.

“I think she’s dreaming,” Ollie whispered.

Kimi chuckled softly. “Probably dreaming about being bossy and beating us at go-karts again.”

“Yeah, she’d better not heal that fast.”

They both laughed quietly, and I finally opened my eyes completely, turning just slightly toward Axel. I let out a little sigh and stretched, just enough to make it look like I was coming out of sleep.

Ollie immediately leaned over the partition. “Hey, hey, you good?”

I gave him a lazy half-smile. “Just comfy,” I murmured, voice still sleep-thick. “Axel makes a good pillow.”

Axel gave a very smug sigh, like he knew exactly what we were talking about.

Kimi leaned forward, his arm resting over the edge of his pod. “Did we wake you up?”

I shook my head slowly. “No. Just the best nap in weeks, that’s all.”

Their shoulders eased. The air between us was gentle now—filled with affection and warmth, with all the words they didn’t need to say out loud. I didn’t call them out on what I heard. I didn’t need to. Just hearing it had been enough. A quiet reminder of the bond we shared.

Axel pressed his nose into my wrist, and I rubbed his ears, mouthing a silent “thank you” to the best boy.

With the low lights dimming around us, and the clouds stretching endlessly beneath us, I settled back into my little cocoon. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like everything might just be okay.

—

The villa looked like it had been pulled out of a daydream.

Tucked into the side of a gentle slope and kissed by the French seaside breeze, it had an effortless charm — stone walls bleached by years of sun, pale-blue shutters framing the windows, and ivy crawling up one side like nature had given the place a warm embrace. Inside, it smelled like lemon soap and linen. The kind of place that made your shoulders drop the moment you stepped inside.

I stood in the doorway to my room, suitcase half-unpacked, just soaking it all in. Axel had already made himself at home, nose twitching at every corner before plopping dramatically on the foot of my bed. His soft eyes met mine, almost like he was saying, "Yep, this'll do."

"You're right," I said aloud to him with a small smile, reaching down to give him a scratch behind the ears. "This'll definitely do."

My room had huge windows that overlooked a gravel path winding through wild lavender and olive trees. The bed had cozy cream blankets and a little wicker bench at the end. I took my time folding things into drawers and hanging a few outfits I knew I’d want later. Even with the weight of a shoulder brace and a half-healed fracture, I felt lighter than I had in months.

Kimi and Ollie were still unpacking down the hall—though by the sounds of it, “unpacking” might’ve involved more laughing than organizing. I was halfway through smoothing out the last T-shirt in my drawer when I heard the soft thud of something hitting a wall followed by Ollie yelling, “That was not my fault, that shelf just hates me!”

Smiling, I stepped out of my room, letting the peace of this place settle into my chest like warm honey. I made my way into the kitchen—sunlight pouring across the counter, curtains fluttering slightly in the ocean breeze—and started thinking about dinner. Something simple. Something comforting.

Opening my phone, I browsed the local market's website. It had everything—fresh produce, cuts of meat, artisan cheeses, and even a little wine section. My mind was already building the meal as I jotted a quick list in the notes app:

Three nice, thick steaks

Yukon gold potatoes

Green beans

Cheese for the casserole

Milk, butter, and sour cream

Maybe a little wine…?

Definitely dessert.

As if on cue, I felt a presence over my shoulder.

“Are you plotting something dangerous?” Ollie asked, chin practically hovering next to my head. His hair was sticking up like he’d run through a wind tunnel, and he still had one sock on.

“I’m feeding you, actually,” I replied with a smirk.

“Ah. That’s extremely dangerous. I might fall in love,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, flopping dramatically onto the nearby barstool.

Kimi entered behind him, far more collected, but still with that telltale smirk that said he’d heard everything. “Did I hear the word dessert?” he asked, walking toward the fridge to check if we had eggs. He opened it and laughed. “We have... two lemons, a bottle of water, and half a cucumber.”

“Then it’s settled,” I said, grabbing my phone and the handwritten list. “We’re going shopping.”

Ollie clapped his hands. “The grocery squad is a go.”

Kimi rolled his eyes, but he was already slipping his shoes on.

Before we left, I grabbed Axel’s travel leash—one of the things I’d secretly ordered in preparation for this trip. The soft leather fit nicely in my hand, and Axel immediately perked up, trotting to my side like the perfect gentleman. I’d checked the rules a dozen times before bringing him, even booked an upgraded ticket just so he could fly cabin with me. He’d already earned his place here, and the villa was pet-friendly. He was part of my family now.

Ollie noticed the new leash, raising a brow. “Someone came prepared.”

“You think I was leaving him behind after only three days?” I asked, eyes twinkling. “Please.”

The walk to the market felt like something out of a dream. Narrow cobblestone streets, the occasional hum of a moped passing by, and the scent of fresh herbs from nearby window boxes. We took our time—laughing, pointing out little shops, Axel getting far too much attention from people who couldn’t believe such a big dog looked so soft.

The market was a little open-air plaza tucked between two streets, overflowing with color and warmth. We split up, everyone taking part of the list. Ollie became that guy who had to sample every cheese. Kimi debated between three types of steak for almost ten minutes. I picked out green beans and potatoes while Axel sat patiently beside me, tail thumping quietly.

We regrouped by the bread stand, bags in hand, sun warm on our backs.

“Mission success,” Kimi announced.

“Operation Dinner Domination has commenced,” Ollie added, fist-pumping the air like we’d just won a race.

Back at the villa, we turned on soft music and started cooking.

Axel laid in the corner of the kitchen, keeping one eye on me at all times. Ollie insisted on whipping the mashed potatoes. Kimi took over the cheese grating with intense focus, like it was a matter of national pride. I handled the steaks, searing them just right and letting the aroma fill the space.

The casserole bubbled in the oven, the potatoes were fluffy and rich, and the green beans were sautéed with a bit of garlic and butter. The kitchen became a beautiful mess—bowls stacked in the sink, spoons everywhere, but laughter filling every corner.

Dinner was magic.

The table was lit by candles we found in a drawer, and the sunset poured golden light across our plates. We sat together, eating like we hadn’t in ages, passing dishes back and forth, Axel quietly getting the tiniest bite of steak under the table as a reward for being the best-behaved boy.

At one point, I leaned back in my chair and looked at the two of them—Ollie mid-laugh, Kimi rolling his eyes but smiling anyway—and I felt something bloom quietly in my chest.

Peace. Real, soul-deep peace. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the week would bring.

—

The air was crisp the next morning, the kind that whispered promises of adventure.

I’d woken up to the sound of birds and the faint rustle of trees outside my window. The villa was still quiet when I slipped out of bed, Axel padding at my side, his tail already wagging like he was excited for whatever the day held.

By the time the boys were up and dressed, the sun was creeping higher into the sky, casting long golden beams across the living room.

“Still down for the trail?” Kimi asked, slinging a lightweight backpack over his shoulder. “Unless you’ve decided to spend the day napping instead.”

“I do love a nap,” I teased, grabbing my water bottle, “but I love proving you wrong even more.”

Ollie snorted as he laced up his shoes. “Someone woke up feisty.”

“Feisty looks good on her,” Kimi added, and I felt the warmth crawl up the back of my neck, pretending not to hear him as I turned to check Axel’s gear instead.

The hike wasn’t too long—about an hour and a half up, winding through forested switchbacks and stretches of rocky ledges that offered postcard-worthy views of the surrounding hills. The trail was quiet, only the sound of gravel under our feet and the occasional bird overhead. Axel led the way confidently, stopping every now and then to sniff around and look back at me like he was making sure I was still okay.

We paused at the summit, where a flat stretch of land overlooked the valley below. You could see the tiny speck of our villa in the distance, just between the trees.

The wind tugged gently at my hair as I stood at the edge, arms folded, watching the clouds drift. Then I felt Kimi step beside me. He didn’t say anything at first, just handed me a bottle of water and stood close enough that our shoulders almost touched.

“You know,” he said after a beat, his voice lower, softer, “you’ve been smiling more this trip.”

I glanced over at him, eyebrows raised. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all.” He looked down at me, eyes warm. “It’s just… nice to see it again.”

That quiet honesty settled deep into my chest.

We stayed up there until the sun dipped low, painting the sky in pinks and soft oranges. When night finally started creeping in, Ollie pulled out a blanket from his backpack and spread it on the ground. We all laid back, heads close together, watching as the stars began to appear one by one.

Axel curled up next to me, his head resting on my hip.

“There’s Orion,” Ollie pointed, tracing the constellation with his finger.

“I always thought stars looked closer together in movies,” I murmured, my voice barely louder than the breeze.

“That’s because movies don’t show you this,” Kimi replied quietly, reaching over and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered for a second longer than they needed to.

I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t look away either.

The silence between us wasn’t heavy. It felt… full. 

—

The next day felt like something out of a vacation beach magazine.

Blue skies stretched endlessly overhead, and the ocean sparkled just beyond the cliffs. After a lazy breakfast and a round of teasing about who had snored the loudest (it was definitely Ollie), we grabbed towels and made our way down the narrow trail from the villa that led to a semi-private beach.

It was small, the kind of place the locals probably kept to themselves, tucked between two rocky outcrops that hugged the shore.

I kicked off my shoes and let my toes sink into the warm sand. Axel darted toward the water with a joyful bark, skimming the waves and circling back like a four-legged lifeguard.

“God, I missed this,” I whispered, mostly to myself.

Kimi was beside me again. “The beach or the peace?”

“Both,” I said, turning to smile at him. “Though this view doesn’t hurt either.”

“You mean me?” he asked innocently, striking a ridiculous pose that made me laugh.

“You wish.”

We spent hours exploring. Ollie found a tidepool and named every crab he saw. Kimi and I wandered a bit farther, following a narrow stretch of rocks until we found a tiny cove hidden just out of view. It was beautiful—clear turquoise water, soft white sand, and just enough space for two towels and Axel to sprawl out under the shade of an overhang.

I sat down with a content sigh, brushing sand off my knees. “You think we’ll remember this ten years from now?”

Kimi didn’t answer right away. He sat beside me, our legs barely brushing. “I hope so,” he said finally. “But if we don’t, maybe we’ll just have to come back and do it all over again.”

That earned a real laugh from me. “You’re assuming I’d willingly vacation with you again.”

“You love me already,” he said smugly. “You just don’t know it yet.”

By the time the sun began to sink, we made our way back to the villa—sun-kissed, sandy, and carrying a ridiculous amount of shells Ollie insisted were "rare treasures."

That night, we gathered in the hot tub under the stars.

The water was warm, the jets bubbling quietly, and soft music played from someone’s speaker. Axel dozed on the deck nearby, completely at peace. We talked about everything and nothing, stories from when we were kids, favorite races, movies we still hadn’t seen. My shoulder brace was off for the night, tucked safely on a chair, and I felt free. Light.

“You’re glowing,” Kimi said, voice low and playful.

“I’m in a hot tub, its sweat bud,” I replied, nudging him with my foot under the water.

“Sure,” he grinned, leaning closer, “but I don’t think it is.” The look in his eyes told me he meant it. And for once, I didn’t deflect. I just smiled, heart warm and full. Whatever this was, whatever it was becoming — I wasn’t afraid of it.

—

The ride back from the airport was quiet. All three of us were sunk deep into the soft seats of the Uber, still a little sun-kissed, a little sleepy, and not quite ready to say goodbye to the calm we’d found at the villa. Axel had his head in my lap, paws twitching occasionally in a dream, maybe chasing butterflies or sniffing the sea air that still clung faintly to my hoodie.

When the car pulled up to my building, I turned toward the boys with a small smile.

“Wanna just… crash at my place tonight?” I asked softly, almost shyly. “It’s kinda late and I still have those giant air mattresses I used last time.”

Ollie and Kimi exchanged a glance, then nodded together. “Yeah,” Kimi said with a shrug. “One more night. Let’s drag out the peace a little longer.”

Inside, I got to work setting up. The air mattresses puffed up slowly, filling the open floor space in my room, one on either side. Axel wandered around while the boys brought their bags in and changed into comfy clothes, the atmosphere light again—easy.

It felt safe. Cozy. Like home was a little less heavy with them in it.

We stayed up for a little while just talking, laughing over villa memories and ranking who cooked best (I won, obviously), until the yawns caught up with us. Lights off. Axel curled at my side. 

That night felt still.

The kind of stillness that usually came after something beautiful, like the final flicker of a candle before it goes out. My room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional huff from Axel as he adjusted where he lay on the floor beside my bed. The boys were stretched out on the air mattresses—Ollie closest to the door, Kimi near the window—and I could hear them breathing slow, steady, fast asleep.

I thought I was, too.

But then—

The dark started shifting.

In the dream, I was strapped in again. Back in the cockpit of the car. The high-pitched whine of the engine screamed around me, almost like it was crying. The track ahead blurred, sun glaring through the visor, and then—impact. Metal crunched and bent around me like foil, my body jolting in the seat with a violent force I felt in my bones. The car spun, flipped once, then twice. I could feel my arm snap—could hear the muffled screaming through the helmet. Mine.

The world around me slowed, stretching the seconds. Smoke poured into the cockpit, and I was upside down. Trapped. I tried to breathe. Tried to move. But my harness held me tight, the air thick and suffocating. And then I heard it—scraping. A fire crackling too close. Something sparked.

I screamed. I begged. Please. Someone help me. I don’t want to die like this.

“Y/N?!” a voice called—but it sounded warped, distant. “Stay with us, come on—!”

I knew that voice.

Ollie.

And then another. “We’re coming! Hold on, Y/N!”

Kimi.

But in the nightmare, I couldn’t see them. I was alone. Always alone.

The panic swelled, my lungs collapsing under the weight of memory and fear, and I thrashed against my restraints in the dream until I heard a sharp bark.

Axel.

Another bark. Louder. Urgent. Close.

My eyes flew open.

I was gasping, soaked in sweat, the sheets tangled around my legs like the belts in my car. My heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe. I blinked rapidly in the dark and saw Axel beside me, paws on the edge of the bed, his eyes wide and locked on me. His body was rigid, ears forward, focused like he knew exactly what had happened.

But I wasn’t alone.

“Y/N?” a voice said softly. Not dreamlike this time. Real. Present. “Hey… hey, it’s okay.”

Kimi.

I turned slightly, barely processing the warm hand on my shoulder, grounding me. Then I saw Ollie too, sitting on the other side of the bed, his face full of concern. Both of them were crouched beside me now, eyes searching my face, their own sleep clearly interrupted.

“I’m here,” I croaked out. My voice felt raw, like I had been screaming. I probably had.

Axel let out a soft whine, then gently nudged his nose into my arm, curling closer to me once I reached out to touch him. He settled again against my side, like a sentinel resuming his watch.

I looked between the boys and then away, the shame creeping in like smoke after a fire.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whispered.

“Don’t,” Ollie said immediately, his voice still laced with sleep but firm. “You sounded terrified. We didn’t even think twice.”

Kimi’s expression was softer than I’d ever seen it. “Was it the crash?”

I nodded once, feeling the dam behind my eyes start to tremble. I’d kept this to myself for so long—thinking if I didn’t speak it, maybe it would go away. But it hadn’t. And now they knew.

“I… I relive it sometimes,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “Not every night. But enough. I dream about the fire. The spinning. The pain. The sounds. I always wake up at the same point… trapped. Screaming.”

Neither of them said anything right away.

Just silence—and then the bed dipped beside me as Ollie carefully crawled up and sat near my legs, while Kimi moved to sit at my other side, their presence warm and steady.

“You’ve been dealing with this alone?” Kimi asked gently.

“I didn’t want to make it worse. For anyone,” I whispered. “You were both already so scared. I didn’t want to keep dragging it out.”

“You’re not dragging anything out,” Ollie said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You nearly died. You’re allowed to have scars we can’t see. It’s not weakness.”

“It’s survival,” Kimi added, his hand reaching for mine, steady and calm. “You got through the worst of it. But you don’t have to heal from it alone.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks without me realizing. Axel licked one gently from my jaw before settling down again with a soft sigh, satisfied now that I wasn’t shaking as much.

I sniffled and gave them a watery smile. “He’s trained for this. For PTSD, anxiety, general emotional support. But I guess I didn’t expect him to know exactly when to wake me up.”

“He loves you,” Ollie murmured, shifting to lay beside me now, one arm loosely over my waist. “Just like we do.”

Kimi laid down on my other side, gentle, careful. “We’re not going anywhere, Y/N. Tonight or any other night. Got it?”

I nodded again, my throat too tight to speak.

The three of us, tangled in quiet and emotion, let the moment breathe. Axel rested against the curve of my legs. Ollie’s fingers softly traced circles on my back. Kimi’s hand held mine, firm and warm.

I didn’t know when I drifted back to sleep, but this time, there was no crash.

Just safety.

And peace.

And three souls anchoring me home.

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safety net (01) ◯○ seeing you crying for the first time

i’m afraid that everything would disappear | 099 | 🏷️ bnd content | materialist

english isn’t my first language. ot6 scenario. non idol — angst, crying ﷼

myung jaehyun

You’re bestfriends since kids so you see each other almost everyday and Jaehyun couldn't help but worry when he realize he hadn't see you in a while and when he did, you didn't want to talk with him and always avoided seeing him.

So, it was a surprise seeing you in front of his door at midnight with tears in your eyes. JaeHyun was paralized for a few seconds before reacting and making you come in, holding your hands. "What happened?" He wanted to ask more, but stopped himself after hearing your sobs and hugged you.

Later, he found out your parents' divorce and you decide to ignore him because he knows you too well and would notice at the first sight that something was wrong. After, Jaehyun couldn't let you go.

park sungho

Sungho was worried and anxious at the same time he looked the street one and over. After school, you two always take the bus to home, however, Sungho stayed around the school for an hour just waiting for you before he decided to go by his own.

When he arrived home, he found out you weren't there and your parents were looking for you. The sun was setting and he wanted to stay positive even if his thoughts weren't helping him. His eyes saw you in the distant, running to you as fast as he could and holding your shoulders. "Where were you?" He was going to ask more, but he stopped himself after hearing you cry.

Sungho sighed with relief and hold you in his arms when you said you got lost, being grateful knowing you're okay. Eventually, he accompanied you to home.

lee riwoo

It happened that time when you were practicing a show for highschool and after practice finished, Riwoo left the place with his friends d until he was looking for you.

"I'll be back" He said before leaving the group and almost run to the scenario again, calling your name without hearing a response. At the dressing room, he heard sobs and seeing you between a bunch of clothes crying.

Immediately, he ran and knelt in front of you, touching your hair at the same time he tried to guess the reason of your crying. Minutes later, you told him how frustrated you felt about your dancing skills.

After that, Riwoo grabbed your hand and stood you up, promising that he would teach you whatever you needed if it meant he would never see you cry again.

han taesan

It was a cold winter morning where streets were snow-covered and the temperature was low. That morning, Taesan decided to sit beside the window and stare the snowflakes.

By that time, he was reading a book and something catched his attention, making him look up. Seeing you walking slowly in the snow made him came out of the house without a jacket, seeing you cry.

"What happened? Why are you crying?" He was worried. Your cheeks and eyes were red, you explained that your dog got lost in the forest, so Taesan promised you he was going to find it only if you go home.

kim leehan

It was a cloudy day in your bestfriend's house doing a final project for college and you've been there since morning. Leehan couldn't hide his interest in you, constantely passing by the dining room just to tease his sister even if it was to see you.

Although, the issue started when everyone sat together to eat dinner and nostalgia hitted you hard. Everyone knew you weren't from there, you had to study aboard by yourself, so looking your bestfriend's family eating t together made you sensitive.

Sitting on the porch, Leehan took a seat next to you while you observe the stars, tears running down on your cheeks. "What happen?" He whispered.

"I miss my family" You said, bitting your lip and hiding your face in your hands. Leehan put his arm around your back and leaned your body on his, hearing your crying at the same time he was consoling you.

kim woonhak

Everyone knew you were an excellent student, practically you had the best grades. So, everybody thought the first one with the best grades was youbut that never happened.

Certainly, it was a surprised but Woonhak, who was sitting behind you, noticed your unusual behavior. The bell rang and it was break time, only you and Woonhak stayed at the classroom. He asked you what was happening while you tried to hide your face.

"I'm done" You started before taking a big sigh. "I'm done with those expectations of being the best on my shoulders, so when I don't achieve them, everyone jugde me" You said while crying.

He offered you a tissue, daring to ask you if you wanted a huge and you said yes, feeling way better.

xoxo girl💋…

© consume_cs

[cmdrfupa]

Scary Dog Privilege

Ijichi x Reader

a/n: IJICHI BABES, WE ARE HERE.

Your relationship with Ijichi made sense.

If awards for couples that made the most sense existed, you and Ijichi would win them all.

He was the greyhound to your cane corso. The Sphynx to your Siamese cat. Ijichi was your devoted lover and you were his world.

You just wanted him to see his own value in every situation. Remind him that he has a say so even if everyone else disregards it. And maybe your anniversary trip could help him.

The suitcase lay half-packed on the bed, its contents a colorful jumble of folded clothes and travel essentials on top of the surprise bikini dress you’d packed for the beach.

You hummed cheerfully to yourself, holding up a sun hat and tilting your head. “What do you think, baby? Too much for the beach, or just enough to keep the mysterious wife thing up?”

Across the room, Ijichi stood awkwardly by the doorway, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. His gaze darted to you, then away, his lips parting as if to speak before closing again.

“It’s perfect,” he mumbled, though the way his fingers fidgeted with his glasses said his mind was elsewhere.

You narrowed your eyes at him, setting the hat down. “Kiyotaka,” you said in a tone that made him stand a little straighter. “You’ve been pacing like a nervous puppy for the last ten minutes. What happened today? Did someone die, or worse, did they cancel our anniversary reservation?”

He flinched. “No, no! Nothing like that!”

“Then what?”

Ijichi hesitated, his cheeks flushing. “I... um... I’ve been assigned as the lead administrator for a mission next week.”

The cheerful hum of excitement that had been buzzing in your chest came to a screeching halt. Slowly, you slipped your slippers back on and walked over to him. “Next week? As in, the week of our trip?”

He nodded, his hands wringing. “I-I didn’t say no. They said they needed someone dependable, and I—”

“Didn’t push back,” you finished for him, your tone flat. You let out a long sigh, and wrapped your arms around his next. “Honey. Do I need to come to these meetings and say ‘no’ for you?”

His shoulders slumped, and he gave you a sheepish look. “I know I worked through my day off last time but I didn’t want to let anyone down…”

You crossed your arms, giving him the look only an understanding wife could give. “Kiyotaka, I get it. You’re kind and genuinely such a pleasant guy —two of the many reasons I love you. But you’re also allowed to have a life outside of work. It’s okay to tell people no. Even me.”

“I know,” he muttered, but the doubt in his voice was as clear as day.

“Hmm,” you said, rolling up your sleeves and taking a few paces back. “Let’s roleplay.”

“Huh?”

“I’m Principal Yaga, and you’re telling me you can’t take the mission. Go.”

His eyes widened. “What? I—”

“Go!” you barked, dropping into a gruff impression of Yaga. You stroked an imaginary goatee and squinted at him. “Goddamn man! Speak up! I don’t have all day! I’ve got sunglasses to buy and cute cursed dolls to make!”

Ijichi blinked at you, flustered. “Um… excuse me, sir, but I…”

You interrupted, shaking your head dramatically while speaking in a hushed tone. “No excuses, Ijichi. You’re too valuable!”

That finally got a laugh out of him, and you couldn’t help but smile. “See? Not so scary when it’s just me,” you teased. “Now try again. Confidently, this time.”

He took a deep breath, straightening his shoulders.

“Principal Yaga, I appreciate the trust you’ve placed in me, but I’ve already committed to important personal plans next week. I’ll need to decline this mission but maybe ask Akari and she how she feels about taking it on.”

You broke into a grin, clapping your hands. “There it is! That’s my guy! See? You can do it!”

Ijichi looked surprised by his own success, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips. “You really think they’ll respect that?”

“Absolutely,” you said, stepping closer kissing his cheek then lips as he pulled you into a hug. “But if they don’t, just let me know. I’ll show up and demonstrate my cursed technique. Bet that’ll make them think twice.”

He chuckled, relaxing in your arms. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice soft with gratitude.

“Anytime,” you replied, squeezing him gently. “Now, let’s finish packing. You’ve got a mission to refuse and an anniversary trip to enjoy.”

👓

The sun was dipping low over the courtyard, warm orange hues painted themselves across the campus.

You were heading back from a training session with Nanami when you spotted Ijichi standing stiffly near the fountain. Across from him, Gojo Satoru leaned lazily against the edge, arms crossed and trademark grin plastered across his face.

“C’mon, Ijichi,” Gojo drawled. “You’re the only guy I can trust with this. It’s just a couple of reports, nothing too crazy. Besides, you know I’d do it myself if I weren’t so…” He gestured vaguely. “Busy.”

You could see the classic Ijichi’s polite smile from where you stood. It was the same tight-lipped expression he used when he wanted to refuse but couldn’t find the words.

“Ah, well, I suppose I could…” he started, trailing off as Gojo’s grin widened.

That was enough for you. Without thinking, you marched over, planting yourself between the two of them.

Gojo,” you almost barked, sharply, staring him down. “I think you can handle this one yourself. Ijichi has enough on his plate and he has to speak with Yaga.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Oh? Didn’t know the wife became the spokesperson! But come on, Ijichi’s the best man for the job! He loves this type of work!”

“Maybe,” you retorted, eyes squinting and arms crossed, “but even the best deserves a break. Right, Kiyotaka?”

Ijichi blinked, caught off guard. “I-I suppose…”

Gojo shrugged, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. You’re right. I’ll ask someone else.” With a cheeky grin, he sauntered off, calling over his shoulder, “But don’t think you’ve seen the last of me!”

You turned to Ijichi, a triumphant smile on your face. “There. Problem solved.”

But instead of looking relieved, he seemed troubled, his gaze fixed on the ground. “Thank you,” he muttered, barely audible.

🍵

Later that evening back at home, dinner was quiet. Ijichi kept conversation short and even excused himself early to go to his study.

“Jichi? Honey?” You softly called out as you made your way down the hall, a cup of fresh tea in hand for him as you peered at his relaxed figure from the cracked door of his study. “Can I come in?”

He smiled and waved you in, “Come in. Just reading.” He slipped the bookmark in and sat the book down. “Is that tea for me?”

You nodded and the cup it down before leaning against his desk. “Fresh ginger tea. With a bit of mint from the garden.”

He smiled and took a sip, the warmth filling his chest as he sat it back down. “Thank you darling.”

Watching him intently, you gave a warm smile. “What’s on your mind?”

He hesitated, then sighed. “About earlier… with Gojo. I know you meant well, and I appreciate you stepping in, but…” He looked up at you, his expression pained. “I don’t want people to think I can’t fend for myself.”

You frowned, guilt tugging at your chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He saw you thumbing with the edge of his desk and stood up, bringing his hands to your waist. “I’m just really not a big fan of seeing people take advantage of you.”

“I know,” he said softly. “But sometimes I need to handle things on my own, even if I mess up sometimes.” His gentle disposition was the sweetest. A level headed man even when he was feeling bogged. “Gojo can be a lot and you were right, I didn’t have the capacity for the work he was trying to pass on to me. But I would’ve figured it out.”

You nodded, rubbing up and down his forearms as you looked to see his unperturbed face. “You’re right. From now on, I’ll let you decide when and if you need me to step in. But if it ever gets too much…”

“I’ll tell you,” he finished, offering a small smile. “I appreciate that you care so much for me. You are my life. And knowing I have you in my corner is enough to make me speak up more. So when I need you, I’ll tell you..”

“Deal?” you asked, holding out your pinky.

He chuckled, linking his pinky with yours. “Deal.”

A playful grin spread across your face. “But you’ve got to admit, I rattled Gojo pretty well.”

Ijichi laughed, his cheeks flushing. “You did. Honestly, I think he’s a little scared of you now.”

“As he should be,” you said proudly, resting your chin on his shoulder as he swayed you for a moment. “But don’t worry—I’ll save my scary side for when you really need it.”

He smiled against the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you as he pressed a kiss to your crown. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d probably have a lot less drama in your life,” you teased, earning another laugh.

“You make things more lively. I’d be a lost man without it.”

The moment lingered, warm and sweet, the tension from earlier melting away. Ijichi knew you meant every word. Your devotion to him was truly a gift and you were always going to be the reason he felt like a winner.

[dearsnow]

I’D HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT

- you still think about the man that broke your heart years later. (bradley “rooster” bradshaw x gn!/fem!reader, pure angst (sorry))

word count: 719

a/n - writing angst scratches a part of my writing urges that nothing else can fill lol. i prefer reading fluff, but writing is another story- funny, huh? anyways, enjoy. here’s to writing that doesn’t have a happy ending <3

When your boyfriend was deployed the first time, you thought it wouldn’t be too bad. It was just a few months, right?

You wrote letters, and you sent emails, and you called just enough to whet your taste for his voice before he was pulled away. You’d do anything for Bradley Bradshaw, and he knew it.

“I just don’t think it’s going to work out.” His words fell from his mouth and shattered on your floor like broken glass. You felt a lump form in your throat, choking you. He was saying the one thing you never wanted to hear. “You know how my job is. I’d never be able to treat you like you deserve. I’m sorry, but we have to break it off.”

A stinging set off behind your eyes, clouding your vision and pulling your eyes down to the floor. You could wait. You would take the crumbs of him that he offered like a starved animal, no matter how long you went without food. Didn’t he understand that you’d have waited lifetimes? That you loved him more than you’ve loved anything? You needed him like air, but he needed you like solid ground; if he was in the water, he could survive without you.

“But I love you,” you protested, “I’d wait.”

He shook his head. He loved you too, and that’s why he left you to fend for yourself.

It took three years for you to find someone else, two years for you to marry them, and one more before you had your first child. She was four when you had your second, a boy. He’s three now.

Twelve years. It took twelve years for Bradley to finally leave your mind. You’re reorganizing your old things, discarding everything from your life before your family. That’s when you happen upon a letter you wrote so long ago it seems like a distant dream, yet so fresh in your mind that you can recite a few lines by memory.

Dear Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw,

I will always love you.

You’re my Achilles heel. I want you so desperately it burns, it burns my throat and my eyes and my heart. I don’t think I can get over that kind of burn.

I’ll move on, though, as I’m sure that’s what you wanted for me. I’ll marry someone. I’ll have children. I’ll have that white picket fence suburban dream, the one where your new neighbors bake you brownies and the sun is just a little too hot all the time. I’ll have a stable life, a nice one. I’ll have a pool and a two-story house. I might even get a dog or three for my kids to play with– a golden retriever trio that came from the same stray litter.

But if you came to me, walked up to my home, and smiled at me through the window, it would be like nothing ever changed. I’m terrified even now that I’ll say your name when my boyfriend wraps his arms around my waist. If you asked me to leave with you, to turn in my divorce papers and lose custody of the children I’ll eventually have, I’d have to think about it. I would have to think about leaving everything I’ve built to elope with you.

What scares me is that I would probably end up doing it.

So, I hope I never see you again, because I don’t want to have to break the hearts of those who love me. And I also hope that if you knock on my door, I’ll have the strength to close it.

Yours truly,

The One Who Would Have Waited.

You set the envelope down on your desk with watery eyes. The worst part about finding the slightly crumpled letter is that it still rings true after all this time, even after you told yourself it held no weight. You’ll forget about the letter eventually, you tell yourself. You’ll forget about the person written in black ink, too.

You have a good life, no one can doubt that. You tell yourself that nothing could be better. But when you think about the love of your life, you don’t think about the person you married.

You think about the man with a mustache who broke your heart so many years ago.

[veren-cos]

Can you do lovesick Sam from sdv? Like the farmer went somewhere for a while and he misses them. Can be nsfw!!

You Really Missed Me That Much, Huh?

Sam (Sdv) missing the reader!

(Not smut)

He missed the way you kissed him. The way you held his hand. He missed how you pressed against his chest at night, how he could hold you close until morning. He missed how you smelled. He wanted you back. He knew it would be soon, but every minute was a minute too late.

You had been going back to the city to visit your family. This had already been planned since before the two of you started dating, but Sam desperately had wanted to go with you. He would make such a good impression! But, unfortunately, the whole trip was packed and there was no time to plan Sam going along.

"A week without you?" He gave you puppy dog eyes when you told him. "But. But we haven't even gone on half of the dates I've planned yet!!" He clung onto your hands at the bus station.

"Saaaam, we've gone over this. I'll be coming back! And you can come with me next time!" You squeezed his hands before stepping onto the bus, and there you went, leaving your boyfriend in the valley by his lonesome.

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The first day or two was alright. He missed you being with him, but he hung out with Sebastian and Abigail!

"Man you are down bad," Abigail teased. Sam had lost puppy eyes on since you stepped on that bus. It hadn't been long, but he had become so dependent on you. Abigail leaned over the pool table and took a shot.

"No kidding, he hasn't shut up about them since they left." Sebastian added.

"In my defense!" Sam interupted, "They are 1. Really hot 2. Really kind and 3. I really really love them and I miss them so much." His friends kept making fun of him, but he just wasn't used to being without you now.

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The next days got progressively worse for him. His shifts at Joja became more and more boring. He had nothing to look forward to after work. So instead of going home, he walked around your farm.

He saw your empty fields, and tall grass all around. He noticed your lights off in the house. He just sat on your porch, waiting for the day you come back.

Sam remembered you leave your key under your doormat, so he let himself in. There was the slightest layer of dust in the old farm house, coating the top of your tv and windowsills. He could see the sun setting through the sheer curtains. It was a beautiful sight. One that Sam wished he could see with you.

"I need you back again. I miss you." You came back tomorrow, and he couldn't wait.

He walked to your bedroom, and let open the creaky door. Everything was the way you left it, from the plant in the corner of the room, to your messy desk, and your ruffled bed and blankets. The soft squish of the mattress when he sat on it was all too familiar.

He missed the way you kissed him. The way you held his hand. He missed how you pressed against his chest at night, how he could hold you close until morning. He missed how you smelled. He wanted you back. He knew it would be soon, but every minute was a minute too late.

He laid down, and, before he knew it, Sam had fallen asleep in your room. The blankets were thrown over his head, and he hadn't even bothered to take off his socks.

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"awhh look at you." You sat down on the bed by a sleeping Sam. "You really missed me that much, huh?" You snuggled up under the blankets next to him.

You felt him shift against you, not quite asleep, but not quite awake. He hummed once you wrapped your arms against him, knowing you were finally home.

"Welcome back." Same said with the dopiest sleepy smile.

An* I don't write smut, but this was a really cute request! And also omg a fic I wrote that doesn't need a trigger warning?? Rare, woah /j

Masterlist

[heluvschibi]

Mash up video Felix looks like a poor bus boy or those train boys who take your stuff???(yk what I mean???)😭

(2) (3)

(Year: 1800 the industrial revolution)

Train boy!Felix who took the job just for the money, he didn't like how all the rich people in the train cars bossed him around to get him things but he put up with it.

Train boy!Felix who despises rich people, you were on a train to meet a suitor, accompanied by your aunt who was snotty as ever.

🚂🚃🚃🚃 💨

"Will you stop gawking at the boy, he's doing his job." Your aunt whispered.

You were snapped out of your trance, looking at the boy who was honestly very good looking. his freckles matched those that were in the sky, his cupid bow lips aiming right at your heart... The way he smiled at you as you stepped up on the train and willing took your bags, his hand brushed up against your gloved covered hands yet you still felt the warmth.

"I wasn't gawking, I was admiring."

"Well stop what your doing, you look like a sickly- ghastly dog with your tongue sticking out. Act more lady like."

Her harsh words woke you up back to the reality of who you were, and where you were going.

🚂🚃🚃🚃 💨

Train boy!Felix who couldn't help but noticed that you kept staring at him.

Train boy!Felix who thought you were judging him, so immediately put the label on you as the "Rude Rich passenger number 8" he would refer to you as that until he understood as to why you were staring at him.

Train boy!Felix who came to your seat when you started asking for help.

🚂🚃🚃🚃 💨

The sun had set, your aunt who had preached about being more "Lady like" passed out next to you, not only that but snoring like a pig, you looked out the window past your aunt to see the beautiful scenery, the sun setting casting a beautiful glow on the ocean, the wild flowers going by in a blur of color.

You then had the urge to write, you wanted to be an independent author, but knowing that it's frowned upon you never mentioned it, you grabbed the notebook and a fountain pen that one of your fathers friends gave you, claiming it will be revolutionary. You had some trouble seeing so you started to look u til you caught eyes with the freckles face train boy. You gave him a small smile and he walked over.

"How may I help you ma'ma?"

You were shocked at his voice, not only his accent but the way he sounded, so deep, you didn't know your cheeks were flushed until he mentioned how red my face had gotten.

"Oh it's nothing! Uh I was hoping there may be a light- a-a lamp I mean."

He stood up straight and made his way to the back of the train, and came back with a gas lamp, placing it on the table.

"Thank you."

He bowed his head before walking away.

🚂🚃🚃🚃 💨

Hehe that's all, I'm currently on my period y'all! 😙✌🏽

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

For your wounded heart

Pt.1

Pairing: Mizu x reader

Word count: ~2k

Notes: If there will be interest for it, I'll continue the story, because so far there isn't really a Mizu x reader going on lmfaoo but we'll seeeee

Ps.: Mizu's pronounce is he/him in this part

Here's Part 2

The molten gold disc of the sun slowly crept up the horizon, pouring gray onto the world from the darkness. It rose drowsily, languidly among the tall canopies, leaves lighting up as it projected onto them as thousands of thalers appeared next to the shining disk.

The songbirds ruffled their feathers — ready for the challenges of another day, and sang happily to their companions.

A strong draft escaped from under the wooden door, making the embers of the flickering fire dance before running through your covers.

The sudden cold bit into your skin; grabbing you from the realm of dreams, dragging you back to the world of the living with its icy fingers. You opened your eyes with a terrified sigh; waking up from the warm and caressing dream you pulled yourself under the covers.

Another day, another task ahead of you.

Wearly, you dressed up before trying to gather your belongings, which you would need shortly.

A scalpel, a knife, gloves and a deep basket soon graced your side as you set off into the awakening forest.

Three days ago, you were approached by one of the most influential merchants in town. His wife caught the chills-fever, which her priests had not been able to cure with any of their treatments. Realizing that needles, prayers and incense would not help here, the nobleman visited you the day before, when the noises of the market in the main square seemed to dull down, when you started packing your goods to go home.

It had been a long time since you were last offered such a sum - too long for your liking. Short of money - and because you would have faced the wrath of a powerful man if you refused - you accepted his offer to heal his spouse.

Early in the morning, when the rooster hadn't even crowed, you were already ready to go collect the ingredients for the potion.

The sharp autumn air crawled over your skin, penetrated your bones and breathed newfound strength into your heart. Listening to the soothing soft melody of the forest, you set off towards its thickets, hoping that you would find enough ingredients for your tonics today. Everything was ready to take care of the sick wife- all you had to do was get the hojicha flower, of which you had run out of stock a while ago.

Pulling your cloak tight around your shoulders, you stepped on the wet moss carpet, careful not to slip on the rutted ground. Soon the ground would start to freeze- you thought as you tried to remember which tree trunk you marked, where you should turn right or left to reach your usual harvesting location.

"If I want to have everything in the winter, I have to collect them in time..." You sighed, stepping over a taller ditch. "Maybe I should look at the market to buy seeds and-"

"To the best of my knowledge, you have to go the other way to the nearest market." A harsh, sharp voice spoke from your left.

You immediately screamed and if the cold didn't do it until now — the stranger who suddenly stumbled here had certainly frozen your blood. The pounding of your heart only made it worse as you spun backwards, trying to face the source of the sound. Your foot slipped and you fell to your knees, hitting a wet log while you turned your head trying to find the source of the sound.

After a while, three men appeared in front of you; one from the nearby bushes, while two crept out from behind the cover of the trees; like wild dogs lurking in wait for their prey.

"The lady must be lost, people can disappear quickly in the forest..." The other man nodded with a vile grin, rubbing his palms together while approaching you.

"Certainly, it is not recommended to walk alone in such remote places at the crack of dawn." The third man took over, turning his attention to the basket lying on the floor next to you. “It's better if we accompany you… so no one attacks you.”

"I didn't, I just-" You stammered, but your voice got stuck in your throat as the three strangers walked closer and closer. Their ragged and dirty clothes, their darkly glistening dreadful eyes ruled out that they were simple wanderers.

You ran into bandits on the road, alone, in the middle of the forest. Your heart was pounding in your throat and kept yelling for you to move, escape, run — otherwise you will take your last breath here forever.

Your eyes darted to your overturned basket – deep inside your knife was glinting in a cold light. If you could be fast enough to get it out of there...Fight for your life. You fight or you die.

But instincts were stronger than reason; the Gods opened a third way for you at that moment.

You pushed yourself away with your hands, your heels digging into the ground hard, almost scraping it up as you jumped up to run away like a chased deer. You could barely feel your legs, could barely breathe as you ran through the trees with all your might, jumping over bushes, rocks, and pits. With your heart in your throat, with the sound of the bandits' steps and shouts in your ears, you kept going forward, not even daring to look back.

Your ability to navigate had left you, you didn't even know if you were running towards or away from them, there was just the feeling that you still had to go, still run, still fight. If you stopped you were dead, if you fell you were dead, if they caught up you were dead.

A huge thorn bush appeared in front of you, too high and wide it would have been almost impossible to jump over it, to get around it; so for lack of a better option you tensed your muscles, pulled your neck in, closed your eyes and ran into the branches, shielding your face with your arms.

The pain that ignited in the darkness flashed through you as a hundred and a thousand spikes dug into your exposed skin; then you felt the ground open under your feet, suddenly you began to fall.

You didn't even have time to cry out when you hit the hard ground with your side.

Lying there injured and exhausted, with a bursting heart, you realized that it was all over.

You just sealed your faith.

Panting and choking from crying, you heard the rustling of the bushes behind you, then the trampling of feet.

"Here's the little slut" One of the men chuckled, but the cheering stopped almost immediately.

You did not dare to look up from the ground, did not dare to move; you were left lying on the ground trembling, awaiting death...

But nothing happened.

Another second, but there was only silence, no more footsteps, no giggles, no shouts.

Blinking away the dirt and blood, you looked from behind your lashes and then realized why you were still breathing.

The attention of the three thugs no longer plagued you. They turned almost motionless, to the left, watching ahead of them.

You followed their gaze and saw that you had fallen on a road. On a road where a fourth stranger was now standing in front of you.

A tall, lanky stranger in blue traveling clothes, the bamboo hat he wore pulled low over his face, obscuring his features.

A stranger with a sword in his hand.

Suddenly everything around you seemed to be silent; the chirping of the birds died away, the trees and twigs no longer creaked and cracked, as if the wind itself had stopped to watch the unfolding scene.

Not wanting to break the silence, you stared at the fourth stranger, holding your breath, wondering what would happen now.

Was that your savior ahead of you? Or was he just a wanderer who didn’t care what troubled others, who would only solve his own problems, regardless of if he made others ill-fated? Maybe you got out of the frying pan into the fire?

"There's nothing to see here." The nimblest bandit growled, a rusty knife in hand. "Everybody's minding their own business, right?"

"This matter belongs only to us and this woman, there is no need to cause difficulties for anyone." The largest one with a long mustache spoke slyly, the one closest to you clutched a heavy cudgel in his fist, his knuckles white from the force with which he gripped it.

The blue-clad stranger didn't answer immediately, instead tilting his head to the side, he peeked out from behind the brim of his hat, flashing his yellow-tinted glasses in the light.

"Looking at you, I suspect you are road thugs." The sword bearer spoke, his voice softer than you would have expected. "You rob those who come here." His words didn't seem like a question.

At this, the third man - the fox with a smile, who had a katana, spat down his side stepping forward in front of his companions.

"If you want good for yourself, you turn back or walk past us without another word." He snapped in his raspy voice, grabbing the hilt of his sword as the other two tensed with their weapons as well.

Barely able to handle the shaking and the hitching of your breath, you lifted your torso off the ground with challenge, turning to the blue-cloaked stranger desperately.

"Please…" Your voice trailed off as sobs broke from you. "Don't let me die, please!" Your voice cracked; hot tears washing away the mud and blood from your face. "Help me, please!"

The lanky stranger moved his arm back, revealing the hilt of his sword as he reached towards it with his right hand.

You inhaled through your teeth when you heard the deep clang of metal and clattering footsteps as the bandits charged towards him.

You dropped back down, pulling your knees to your chest as the battle began. Only daring to watch the scene from the cover of your arm.

The swordsman reached first the blue-clad savior, swinging an upward blow from the left, but his sword met another steel.

The man in the hat drew his sword from the sheath with the speed of a viper, breaking the first attack with almost no effort. Before the thug could react to it, the man was already flying to the ground, his legs entangled as the blue clothed one pushed him away to answer the next blow.

The rusty knife reached him second, and while his companion seized the stranger with his blade, he thrusted his knife towards your helper's neck. The cloaked man shoved the katana wielder away with his foot as he turned his torso to the side, the knife still flying towards him mid air.

Taking advantage of the movement, he turned to the right, placing one raised foot in front of the other, cutting across with his blade in front of him.

In a blink of an eye, red rain shot from the arm of the knife-wielding bandit - the sword almost cut his arm off. He staggered with a sharp wail, then fell to the ground, where he continued to shriek.

The one with a cudgel on the other hand did not attack yet, instead he stopped from a decent distance so the sword of the man in blue could not reach him, seemingly considering his next moves.

But this proved to be only a distraction when the first attacker reappeared, this time springing into action behind your savior's back.

The one in blue could hear this, as he turned to the side keeping an eye on both of his attackers, but then the largest started to move suddenly in order to attack at the same time with his other partner.

Seeing the impossible situation, you already had the mental image of the swordsman slashing your savior while the other beat him to death with the heavy club — you whimpered in terror, burying your face in your arms to shield yourself from the sight.

You heard a shout and the clang of steel meeting again, something heavy falling to the ground. A dull, more watery pounding - the cudgel! Bubbling, frothy snoring- a moan of agony and then silence.

You were next, you were sure of that.

Sharp cuts, bone-crushing blows and then slow, lingering death awaits you.

But there was no movement, not even a single grunt from the fight.

Panting, you raised your head to shorten your wait, but you did not find yourself facing the person you were waiting for.

You caught the gaze of the blue-cloaked stranger. You watched with a dry throat and roaring head as he stood over the three bloodied, dying bandits, his sword still clutched in his right hand.

The bamboo hat was no longer on his head, it probably fell off sometime during the fight when you weren't looking, and now was lying at his feet, waiting to be dusted off and put on again.

But instead, the stranger staggered, his knees buckling as he took two steps forward, finally slumping forward onto the ground, leaving you alone in the field of vigilance.