#I'm busy and will continue to be busy for a bit is all

[chrzzboo]

(Un)forgettable Birthday

Summary: You've never been a fan of your own birthday but that changes thanks to a certain F1 driver.

Reader x Lando Norris

Genre: fluff

Note: I'm back from the death 🤪 I know it's been a while and i deeply apologize for it 🙏 but school has been a mess with deadlines everywhere. to make it up to y'all I'm back with a new fic. Enjoy!

Loud music drilling into my eardrums, colorfull lights decorating the place and people’s chatter filling the room. I’m currently at my close friend’s Kika’s birthday party, accompanied by my boyfriend Lando. Speaking of him I don’t know where that guy is but he’s probably doing Lando things somewhere so I couldn’t care less. Right now I’m talking with a few of my friends and the birthday girl herself.

“Wauw Kika you planned this party so well!” “Yes, honestly one of the best ones I’ve been to in a while!” Was heard from Carmen and her sister. Kika smiled “I know right! All thanks to Pierre he helped me plan most of it!” I smiled seeing her happy. “You’re very lucky Kika!”

We continued chatting spilling the tea that we hadn’t told each other yet and were just joking around as well.

I was feeling so comfortable until the topic of birthdays came to light again.

“Y/n your birthday is in a couple of days, what are the plans?” I started moving around a bit uncomfortably on my feet before replying. “Euhm I don’t know birthdays aren’t really my thing.” All the girls looked at me with frowns on their faces. “What do you mean? Celebrating your birthday is one of the most important things in your life!”. I looked at her not very convinced. “I mean it’s just like any other day it’s not like I’ve ever celebrated it. It’s just a normal day for me tbh.” The girls looked at me with a sad smile before Carmen broke the silence. “At the end of the day it’s your birthday so it’s up to you what you do.” I smiled at her thanking her for understanding me.

I quickly changed the subject because it was making me kinda uncomfortable since I don’t like it when other people feel bad for me. So we carried on talking and without noticing that Lando had heard everything despite the loud music.

~~~

Later that night Lando had found his way back to me and we were currently enjoying each others company. Lando had his arms wrapped around my waist from the back while I rested my head on his chest enjoying the vibe around me. Lando kept thinking back about your words from earlier it all makes sense now. Because every single time he had asked you what you wanted to do for your birthday you declined it stating that you were too busy with work. He shook of those thoughts and decided to bring it up again.

“Are you enjoying yourself love?” I looked at him smiling. “Very much!” Lando hums meanwhile trying to figure out how to ask you about your birthday.

“Babe question but don’t get angry please”. I look at him confused “Baby what did you do?” Now fully turning to face him. He pulls me closer and holds me tighter.

“Nothing nothing don’t worry about it! But first promise!” I roll my eyes at him. “Alright I promise!” “Babe say: I promise I won’t get mad at you!” I looked at him annoyed “Lando!” “Alright alright” he took a hold of my hands and started speaking again. “What do you want for your birthday?” I sigh looking at him. “I told you already my birthday is just like any other day so I don’t need anything.”

Well that’s kinda a lie the only truth is that I don’t need a gift from him since I don’t like him spending money on me. But to be honest I’ve never had a birthday party or anyone caring about it. When I was younger my parents didn’t pay attention to me at all so why would they even bother giving me a nice birthday. At uni people only congratulated me with their words nothing much and the same goes to my work colleagues. So that’s why I always told people I didn’t like my birthday simply because I’m embarrassed to admit that I’ve never had the birthday experience everyone else had before.

“Babe I don’t know who put those words in your head but you’re important and so is your birthday! I mean we’ve got to celebrate the day that my amazing sexy gorgeous girlfriend was born.” I laughed at his words “I appreciate that love but there’s more to that than a simple birthday party.”

Lando looked at me confused before I decided to tell him the truth. He looked at me with wide eyes. He knew that my bond with my parents wasn’t the best but forgetting about their child’s birthday was something he didn't understand.

“Anyways we’re at a party we have to enjoy our selfs and not mop around.” Before he could reply to me I was swept away by one of my friends to go and get some drinks.

Lando kept staring at me watching me disappear in the crowd. “Yo bro what are you doing here all alone? People are gonna think you’re a weirdo or sum staring at everyone like that.” Was heard from his bestfriend max.

Lando stared at max for a few seconds before getting an idea. “I want to throw a surprise birthday party for y/n” Max looked at him confused. “Birthday party? Doesn’t y/n hate them?” “Well yeah but there was a reason for that and all I know is that we can heal her inner child with throwing a birthday party for her. So are you gonna help me?”

Max looked at him surprised, he knew that you two had an amazing relationship but he didn’t expect Lando to do this much for you.

“Alright bro I will but stop staring at me with that creepy smile as if you sitting here alone wasn’t already creepy enough.”

~~~

The following days Lando kept himself busy with all the arrangements for your birthday. Even though he was busy with his work he always found a gap to fix stuff for your birthday surprise.

Currently he was at home on the phone with Max deciding the last few things to finish off the secret birthday party.

“Alright so you have the invitations ready right?” Lando asked his best friend. “Of course all we have to do is sent them out without y/n noticing.” Lando hums “Yeah exactly we have to be extremely careful because y/n always finds out about the smallest things.”

He laughs remembering one time he had planned a surprise date but it was all ruined because you had figured it out, all because you heard him make a reservation on the phone for a restaurant.

“Alright Max send me the invites and I will send them out.” “What invites?” Lando looked at you nervously. “Euhm Max I will call you back.”

Without letting him reply Lando hung up the phone. “Oh baby you’re back early?” You looked at him confused “what do you mean ? I always come back around this time?” Lando gulped hoping you didn’t hear the entire conversation. “But answer me Lando what invites were you talking about.” Lando looks around trying to find an excuse. “Euhm a friend of Max needed invitations and he asked me where I had gotten mine done from my party last year.”

You look at him not very convinced but decided to let it slide. “Okey… anyways let’s go eat I’m starving.” Lando sighs in relief happy that you fell for his lie. “Alright baby you go first I will come right after.”

Later that night laying in bed Lando was occupied by his phone. “Babe can you put that phone down for a second and give me attention please.”

Lando looked at me for a second and quickly turned back to his phone. “One second babe this is important” “But that’s what you’ve been saying all day long.” Without sparing a glance at me Lando replied with a quick “Please baby I will give you all my attention after this.”

Suddenly his phone starts ringing and he goes out of the room to take it but not without quickly kissing my forehead. I huff and turn to the other side to sleep.

The next day when I woke up Lando was nowhere to be seen, so I figured that he went to the gym.

Getting up I went to wash up and get ready for the day. While I was getting ready I got a sudden thought. It’s kinda weird how Lando went from bugging me about my birthday to radio silence in a few days. I brushed it off figuring it was probably because he’s so occupied with racing and all.

Going into the kitchen to make some breakfast for myself, the calendar on the board in kitchen caught my eye. Checking the date I got a little sad knowing that it’s my birthday tomorrow.

“Honestly I would sell my kidney to be able to skip tomorrow.” (Dramatic much innit) Sighing I go back to what I was doing.

The next day I woke up without Lando next to me again. I hoped that he would’ve stayed a bit longer in bed to wish me at least a happy birthday.

“Maybe he left a message or something.” I grab my phone but I see nothing. Only a few congratulations from my co-workers and friends but that’s it. Not even from my own boyfriend.

I’m used to be disappointed on my birthday but even then when my boyfriend would congratulate me it would make me a bit less sad but I guess today is going to be full of disappointment. I got out of bed to get ready for the day.

While I was making breakfast I got a text from Kika.

I smile at her message. At first I wanted to decline her offer but then I thought about the fact that my own boyfriend didn’t do shit for my birthday so why not.

“This is the least I could do to get that birthday feeling I guess.” Sighing to myself I reply to her and started to get ready.

~~~

“There she is the beautiful birthday girl.” Kika immediately engulfs me in a hug followed by the rest of the girls.

“Hey why do you look so sad girly cheer up it’s your birthday!” I looked at here with a forced smile deciding not to tell her the truth about Lando and all that.

“Nothing nothing let’s go bestie your wallet needs to spent some money on me.” I smirk winking at her. She gives me a fake angry huff but it's quickly replaced with a laugh since she can’t stay serious for a moment. “Alright girly let’s go!”

~~~

I was having an amazing time but I kept checking my phone with hopes for a message from my boyfriend. But every time I was met with disappointment. I didn’t want the girls to question it so I put on a fake smile and carried on with the lunch date.

“Alright girls it was a nice lunch but I have to go.” “NO!” Kika yelled panicked making me confused.

“Euhm you can’t leave yet we have to get you a cake first girly.” She looked quite nervous.

“You know that you don’t have to right.” I looked at her with suspicion. “Euhm.. I know but we wanted to so let’s go!”

And with that I was pulled into Kika’s car heading to what I assumed was a bakery.

“Francesca we’ve been driving for a while now how far is this bakery actually?”

I stared to get annoyed because we had been on the road for half an hour now and the rest of the girls that were with us during lunch also disappeared but I was too annoyed to even ask about them.

“We’re here girl calm your tits yeah.” I stepped out of the car but I was met with a big building. Looking at Kika confused I decided to ask her about this.

“Girl I ain’t no baker or anything but this is for sure no bakery.” She looked at me sheepishly. “Doesn’t matter girl let’s go in.”

Before I could even reply she dragged me in. The place was dark but I could tell that it was big.

“Kika what in the world is this?” Without saying anything to me she pushed me forward. And before I could question her even more the lights suddenly turned on.

“SURPRISE!!!”

I was shocked I stood there frozen trying to process everything. Everyone that I knew was there: my friends, family, colleagues and most importantly my boyfriend.

I was pulled out of my shocked state by Lando pulling me into him. “Happy birthday beautiful you deserve all of this.” I couldn't contain my emotions and soon the tears started pouring down my face.

“You did all of this?” I looked at him still shocked. He smiled and wiped my tears away.

“Of course baby like I said before you deserve it.” “I thought you forgot.” I tell him with new tears pooling in my eyes.

“I could never baby I’ve been planning this all week long, I told you we had to celebrate the day my sexy and gorgeous girl was born.”

I smile at him slightly pushing his shoulder laughing at his words. I pull him by his collar and connect our lips together.

“Thank you so much Lan this means the world to me.” Before he could reply Kika came in between us.

“Girl c'mon we have to celebrate properly you can eat each other’s faces later.” She winks. “C’mon beautiful let’s enjoy this day.” I smile taking his hand. For the first time in my life I enjoyed my own birthday.

~~~

I had a blast we danced, sang, drank and I even got presents! This day was simply amazing but also a bit overwhelming so I went to get some fresh air outside.

“Here you’re birthday girl, I was looking for you beautiful. What are you doing here alone?”

I smile a the voice of my boyfriend. “I wanted a bit of fresh air it was all a bit too overwhelming.”

He smiled sitting down next me. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to his chest.

“I understand pretty girl, but you deserve all of this you know?.” He said kissing the top of my head. “It’s just nice to finally have a real birthday. Thank you so much baby.” “Of course beautiful today is all about you and I just wanted to show you that you also matter.”

I smile looking up at him. “Thank you handsome for making this an unforgettable birthday. I love you.” He smiles grabbing my face with both of his hands and joining our lips together. “I love you too baby.”

He gives me one more kiss before standing up. “Let’s go back inside pretty girl, and enjoy the rest of your special day.” He holds his hand out for me to take. With our fingers laced together we head back inside.

It’s safe to say that for the first time in my life my birthday felt like an actual birthday and all it took was an amazing man that drives cars for a living to fulfill my wish.

The end.

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[buckyalpine]

I'm here for some angst and fluff rn. Bucky being sad no one trusts him after his metal arm is taken off during a fight.

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Bucky stared at the dark grey metal that fell to the floor with a clank, his vibranium arm no longer attached to his body with just a few pushes to his joint. The fight ended, leaving the soldier lost as he picked his arm off the floor, fingers trembling around the cold material. It felt dead in his hand, the emotional weight of it far heavier than anything else he'd ever carried.

"Did you know they could do that?" Sam asked, eyeing Bucky carefully while he locked his arm in place, readjusting it with a swing. The gold plates shifted to recalibrate, his fingers flexing while trying to silence his thoughts that begin to run a million miles a minute.

"No"

Bucky trudged down the hall, his heart sinking when he could hear the soft humming from inside his apartment, his sweet girl already waiting for him to come home. He usually felt the weight of the world life off his shoulders when you were around.

Not today.

Not when he knew what he really was.

What he had been all along.

He let out a strained breath before rummaging for his keys and opening the door, the smell of tea, sugar and vanilla wafting through the kitchen and living room. He thought about escaping as soon as he toed his boots off, locking himself in the shower and calling it an early night, of course you'd understand but his body won over what his mind was screaming.

Your face lit up as soon as you heard the door creak open, setting down the book you were reading, excited to see Bucky after he'd been gone for days for a mission. Your happiness was short lived as he padded into the living room, the strained smile on his face doing nothing to mask the pain he was feeling. You could see the turmoil in his eyes, waves of emotion crashing over him before he could surface.

"What's wrong, bub" You coo softly, opening your arms for him. Bucky kept his jacket on, avoiding melting into your hold even though he craved it more than ever.

"Do people still think I'm dangerous?" He asks quietly, shifting away from you when he feels you pressed against his arm. Something so soft and sweet as you definitely didn't have any business being near something so terrible, disgusting, murderous-

"What? No baby, why would you say that?" Your heart breaks at the tears that begin to well in his eyes, his nose and cheeks reddening as he suppresses all the emotions that desperately want to bubble over.

"I-I had no idea others would be able to remove it" He whispers, chewing his lip till he nearly draws blood, avoiding your gaze to stare at the floor instead. The fluffy rug turns blurry as tears begin to escape, his throat growing unbearably tight. "M'still a monster" His voice cracks before the first cry slips out.

Your pull him into your chest as sobs begin to wrack his body, letting him lay on you while you wrap him safely in your arms. The feeling of your affection is too much for Bucky, he doesn't deserve it but he needs it; he feels selfish as he allows you to hold him, hiding his face into the crook of your neck.

"What happened, sweet boy" You coo against his hair, running your fingers through his soft locks. He continued to sniffle between whimpers, trying to calm down, fresh waves of emotion holding him down, his metal arm gripping onto the sofa cushions.

His arm was dangerous.

He was dangerous.

"During a fight" Bucky let out a shuddered breath before continuing, shame seeping through his veins. What would you think of him if you knew the people who had healed him still didn't trust him, "We were trying to calm things down. I didn't mean to do anything-I didn't-I was holding back, we wanted to talk things over, she-"

He bit his lip again as it trembled, still feelings the spots that were pushed, sending his arm to the floor, "I didn't even know what was happening. She hit my shoulder in a few spots and my arm fell right off"

You stopped your ministrations, your heart breaking into two hearing the pain in his voice. Bucky sounded so small, like an admonished child scared to tell the truth. He curled himself up further, still flexing his fingers, almost fearful his arm would fall off again without warning. You moved your arms to hug him tighter, wishing you could take away at least half the pain his was feeling.

"I didn't know they could do that" He said with defeat, still softly sniffling while you kissed the top of his head.

"You're not a monster baby" You knew how much work Bucky had put in, how much he struggled to get a hold of his mind again, how long it took for him to learn to trust others, to trust himself.

"Then why" You knew he was desperate hearing the plead in his voice. Why. Why did others still have control over his own body. Why were others still able to do things to him without his knowledge.

Why?

"I wish they'd told you why, baby boy" You brought your hand to gently tip his chin up, making him look at you, "Perhaps they have their reasons. Regardless, your heart is pure, Bucky" Your hands moved under his jacket and tshirt, stroking his bare skin, the feel of your pure hands already soothing his aching heart.

"They don't trust me" He sighed, sitting up again as his mind swirled. You didn't let him spiral for long, straddling his lap while his arms moved on their own to wrap around your waist.

"They do, bub" you shook your head, cupping his cheeks so he'd look at you. "They took you in and healed you because you were worth healing. You deserved it. I need you to remember my sweet Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes is a good man. The opposite of dangerous, a soft, sweet boy"

"Do-do you trust me" His voice was small again, looking at you through his lashes, nervously fidgeting with the hem of the Henley you'd stolen.

"I trust you with my life, Bucky" You took his metal hand, brushing your lips against the gold ridges before kissing each of his cool finger tips. "Every single part of you. Your mind. Your body. All of it"

The mental exhaustion of the day began to take it's toll as his eyes grew heavy, cuddling into you while you rocked him in a comfortable silence. You smiled at the soft snores you heard moments later as Bucky fell asleep in your arms.

"Let's get you to bed, baby" you whispered, gently waking him and taking a quick warm shower before jumping into bed. He was right back in your arms as soon as you pulled the sheets back, the grating voices not so loud any more.

Regardless of what the world though, had you.

A pure sweet angel.

She trusted him.

That had to mean something.

It would be a long road of healing but at least his had his angel to guide him.

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[multiversefanfics]

Girl Of My Dreams (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warning: maybe some cussing? angst, then fluff again Summary: Summary: You work at a small diner down the street from the compound which Bucky visits often, so often that you remembered his order, but things got a little shaken up when Sharon puts her unwanted opinions in it.

You haven’t talked to Bucky in months, every time he comes into the diner you serve him and that’s it. He tries to talk to you, but you tell him you’re busy even if he’s the only one in the diner. It’s not his fault that Sharon said what she said, he can’t control what comes out of other peoples’ mouths, but the whole “75 girlfriends” comment really got to you, he was a very attractive man, so does he actually go out and pick up girls all the time? Is he a player? A lot is going on and you have enough to worry about. Bucky on the other hand, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He’s never felt like this about anyone before, he doesn’t want to lose you, but he knows giving you space may be the right thing to do he doesn’t listen to himself, he keeps trying although you two didn’t know each other for that long Bucky knew that you were the one for him. When he first showed you his arm you were intrigued, you asked many questions about it, and he had no problem answering them.

Bucky has never experienced that type of reaction when he told people about his arm, you didn’t make him feel like a robot or that he didn’t belong you made him happy and Steve and Sam saw that, but of course, Sharon had to go and fuck that up. Bucky stays in his room and only leaves to get food and go to the gym and every time Sharon comes around, he leaves even if he’s in the middle of a conversation and everyone understands they even warn him when she’s about to arrive, so he’s not caught off guard, which Bucky rarely is. There was a soft knock at Bucky’s door “Hey, Buck we were gonna go get some food do you want to come?” No answer, Sam and Steve shared a look and continued on their way, Bucky knew where they were going and after the last time, he was at the diner it was probably best he didn’t go with them.

A short time has passed, and Steve and Sam are at the diner and of course, they are in your section, you walk over and exchange greetings, you’re at work you have to pretend you’re happy. “Y/N please talk to Bucky; he doesn’t leave his room and he feels bad about what Sharon said.” You sighed slightly and rolled your eyes a bit “Why doesn’t he contact his 74 other girlfriends” Sam chuckled and looked you dead in your face “There are no 74 other girlfriends, Bucky isn’t the type to do that, hell I’m surprised at how good he was with you. Bucky is a loner, he’s over 100 years old with no practice when it comes to women, trust us.” Sam’s eyes went from super serious to pleading “Why should I trust you guys, you’re his best friends you could be covering for him.” You crossed your arms over your chest and stared "You don't have to but think about it. Would we really be okay with that type of behavior?" You shrugged your shoulders "I don't know what men think, but I'll think about it. I have to get back to work can you guys stay a bit and give me a ride?" They both nodded and you went to continue your shift, you had plans to talk to Bucky about what was said you just didn't know what you were going to say, and you didn't know what he was going to say.

Finally, your shift was over, and you met up with the guys. "Okay, I'm ready to talk to him." The three of you walked over to Sam's car, Steve opened the front passenger door for you and shut it after you were comfortably in the car, he got in the back and Sam drove to the compound. A short drive later you're outside the compound you take a deep breath and follow them inside, Steve showed you to Bucky's door, and you take another deep breath and knock on the door. "Go away, Steve!" You could hear his voice cracked from the other side of the door which made your heart break in half "It's not, Steve." You heard rapid movement and the door opened to reveal a very tired and sad Bucky. Your heart is now shattered. You did this to him, you hurt him. Well, Sharon did but you felt somewhat to blame. "Hi, Bucky." He blinked a few times and just stared "Y/N..." You rubbed your arm "Can we talk?" He nodded and moved to the side so you can walk in.

His room was dark and a mess. You didn't know Bucky that well, but you knew he wasn't a messy person at all. You sat on the edge of his bed and watched him walk over and sit next to you "Listen Bucky, I am very sorry for ignoring you, that comment really messed me up I like you a lot and I know I shouldn't have let her get in my head but that was the first time we hung out and to hear that I didn't know who to believe, I've been hurt before." You fiddled with your fingers while you tried to figure out what to say next, he saw your hands and gently took them into his. "I have never felt like this in my life, you bring out the best in me even if we only hung out once, the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one for me, and you confirmed it when I showed you my arm most people look at me and treat me differently, you don't and I appreciate that so much I cannot lose you."

You looked over at Bucky and smiled softly "You're not going to lose me, I'm here." He brought your hands up and kissed both of them "By the way I don't have 74 other girlfriends, I'm really hoping to have 1 that is if you want to." You smiled again and nodded "Of course I would love to." He pulled you into a hug sighing with relief "You already make me so happy" You pulled back softly pecking his nose "Now, why don't we clean up this room and go downstairs and I make us some food" He smiled and nodded his head. You walked over to the windows opening the curtains to finally let some light in the room. After cleaning Bucky's room for about an hour, you both go downstairs and into the kitchen. “Alright, what do you want to eat?” Bucky sat at the island and watched you look around the kitchen “What can you make?” You leaned against the counter and started naming things you could make “Ooh chicken alfredo sounds good” You smiled and started getting all the ingredients out, you looked back at Bucky who was just admiring you “Wanna help?” He nodded excitedly and stood up to come help “Okay, so what do you need me to do?” You looked around for the easiest task you reached over and handed him a pot "Fill this up with some water, maybe about halfway maybe a little more." Bucky can't mess up filling a pot with water, can he? "Is this good enough?" You nodded and instructed him to put it on the stove.

While you were cutting up the chicken you figured the water would be boiling but nope, he never turned the stove on, you giggled to yourself and turned the stove on when he wasn't paying attention. The two of you laughed and cooked. Finally, you were done and ready to eat, you both sat down, and Bucky looked down at his plate in amazement "This looks amazing" The two of you sat there in silence, enjoying the wonderful meal that you two prepared together, when in walks Sharon. You look up in disgust as she walks into the kitchen "Hey, one of Bucky's girlfriends is here, do the others know not to come by?" You could feel your blood boiling again and just as you were about to speak, Bucky spoke up instead "What the fuck is your problem?" Sharon looked at Bucky shocked by what he said but she stood firm "I just want her to know how much of a player you are." You rolled your eyes and continued eating, it seemed like Bucky had this handled, so you sat back and watched. "Y/N is my one and only girlfriend, and it's about time you respect her and me and everyone else in this compound." At this point, Bucky is now standing and staring straight into Sharon's eyes.

Sharon takes a step closer to the island. "Do you really want to go there with me Bucky?" Bucky walked around the island and stood firmly in front of Sharon, now it was time for you to step in you walked up behind Bucky and gently grabbed his right arm "It's not worth it, baby." You felt Bucky's arm relax and he slowly turned his head to look at you "You're right, Doll. Let's go continue our dinner in the living room." Bucky picks up your plates and walks into the living room, he sets them down on the coffee table and stands there with his hands on his hips. "Actually, you know what I have one more thing to say then I'm done." He turned around to face Sharon and took a deep breath "Ever since Steve stopped fucking you, you've been the biggest bitch imaginable, but one thing you are absolutely not going to do is, disrespect Y/N. You don't even know her and honestly, I would love to keep it that way so pack your shit and get out." Both you and Sharon stood there shocked. You never expected Bucky to say anything like that, that was the moment you realized you found the one for you.

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A/N: I really hope you guys like it; I tried my best to make it good for you guys. feedback is definitely appreciated along with constructed criticism, please the more the better. Tell me how I can make it better for you guys to read. :)

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clingy

Rafe Cameron x reader

(REQUEST): Hey. I just came across your tumblr and I lovedddd the Billy Hargrove x platonic sister reader it was sooo cute yet so Billy coded 😭. I was just wondering if you would write a Rafe x romantic gf reader based upon something along the lines of that they are at a party and Rafe despite being around his friends Topper and Kelce, he's just low key paying attention to the reader. A lil bit of separation anxiety if you catch my drift. Hope this request isn't too much trouble for you to write 😭😭😭

warning(s): sexually suggestive content!

a/n: i'm so glad you liked my billy snippet! your support means the world darling, and fulfilling your request is no trouble at all. i just hope that i did it justice.

Y/N hadn’t expected this from Rafe.

After all, Rafe Cameron was hardly the type to be so obvious. Y/N knew from experience that he preferred to keep things to himself, shielding his emotions from potentially prying eyes. He wouldn’t dare be caught in such a vulnerable position, yearning for his girl despite her standing only a few feet away from him.

However, that didn’t seem to stop him tonight as he watched Y/N from across the room, his eyes tracing her swaying hips as she threw her head back in drunken delight. Even in her state of intoxication, Y/N had felt Rafe’s eyes on her ever since they’d arrived at one of Topper’s infamous ragers. He’d long abandoned his conversation with Top and Kelce in favour of taking her in between shots of hard liquor, his fingers itching to find the small of Y/N’s back.

“Yo, you good man?” Kelce smiled, patting him jovially on his shoulder. Rafe turned to meet his friend's eyes, heat rising to his cheeks. He did his best to blame it on the alcohol.

"Yeah. Yeah man, 'm alright."

The words fell effortlessly from his lips, but Rafe wasn't even sure that he believed them. He wasn't used to this tightness gripping his chest, his body aching for the feeling of Y/N’s soft skin against his.

"He's fine, Kelce," Topper smirked over the rim of his drink. "Our boy here's just feelin' a little pussy-whipped. Aren't you, Cameron?"

Rafe's face hardened as the two boys laughed, his jaw clenching. "Fuck off, Top."

"Hey, man!" Topper put his hands up in mock surrender, chuckling as he spoke. "No need to get all embarrassed. Just didn't know getting with Y/N would make you so soft, that's all."

Rafe gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to lose his temper. Y/N always hated when he thought with his fists and not his head, and he reckoned she wouldn't be pleased to watch him throw his best friend into the nearest wall.

Instead Rafe chose to stand with a slurred whatever, man, opting to leave Kelce and Topper behind in favour of the only person who could keep him calm.

"Hey," Y/N said softly, looking up as Rafe’s presence loomed over her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile as she felt Rafe's hands admire her figure from behind, shuddering as they found their way around her waist. Rafe pulled her close to his front, swaying with Y/N as she continued to dance on unsteady feet. "Got bored of Top already, huh?" She nodded over to where his idiotic friends were now busy offering shots to any girls unfortunate enough to cross their paths.

"Nah," Rafe said, his voice low and gravelly from the alcohol. "Just missed you, kid."

Y/N turned, resting her head on her boyfriend's chest, and Rafe brought his hand up to cup the nape of her neck. God, he'd been craving this all night. Y/N's weight against his chest, the addictive smell of her perfume—just her presence had a way of pacifying him like nothing else could.

Finally Rafe felt himself relax, his face buried in Y/N's hair.

"That so?" Y/N whispered into the sensitive skin of his neck. Rafe chuckled, using his free hand to move a few strands of hair from her face.

"What're you playin' at, hm?"

"Nothin'." He found himself lost in the sickly sweet tone of her voice, pooling like honey in his ears. "Just surprised. Didn't think that the Big Bad Rafe Cameron would miss little old me."

Y/N whimpered suddenly as Rafe's grip tightened around the back of her neck, his hair brushing against her cheek as he leant down to her height.

“Why don't we get out of here then, kid." Goosebumps broke out over Y/N’s arms as Rafe spoke, low and steady. "Let me show you just how much I missed you."

#obx #outer banks #the outer banks #rafe obx #rafe imagine #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe cameron fluff

[missterious-figure]

Was Eclipse willing to let anyone get near y/n after the incident at the bar?

I guess I'm curious of what happened next?

(He can't be around y/n all the time, so he can't really control if anybody goes near them when he's busy, but he does like to keep people away when he is around)

Here's a quick continuation of the incident! Enjoy!

...

Eclipse watched as his sweet handler feel asleep in his hammock nest. He was seething with anger. He wished the whole incident had never happened. Seeing the fear in your eyes broke his heart. That stupid man should have known his boundaries...

You grunted quietly in your sleep, your brows furrowed worriedly and your body grew tense. Eclipse was sitting on the floor next to the hammock, but he could still reach you. He placed a hand on your back and began to rub gently. He whispered as if you were listening.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I wish I never had to leave your side. That wouldn't have happened if I was around..."

You slowly loosed up and you face relaxed from what ever bad dream you were having. For a long while, he sat there whispering sweet comforting words to you. Then you shifted. He paused his gentle touches. You wiggled again and sat up. He pulled his hand away and watched you carefully.

From your view, you could only see his eyes poking up from the edge of the hammock. He cooed to you quietly, his pupils becoming larger, like a cat who just saw something it liked. His rays rose a little. Groggy, you looked about. This wasn't your room. This wasn't the bar... your mind finally woke up and you remembered the whole incident. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you recall how scary the situation was.

Eclipse's rays dropped a bit before he reached his hand up for you to take. You sniffed and blinked at him. Slowly, you placed your hand in his. He curled his fingers around your whole hand, and he used his thumb to massage the top of it. The two of you sat there in silence, well, apart from your soft sniffles and sobs. You were the first to speak.

"Thank you."

You managed to say between shaky breathes.

"Hmm?"

Eclipse hummed.

"You saved me... I was so- SO- scared..."

You were barely able to whimper.

Eclipse gently pulled you to the edge of the hammock. He let go of your hand, picked you up under the arms, and embraced you in a tender hug. He laid down on his back, you resting snuggly on his stomach.

"I was scared too.

You looked up at him in disbelief.

"You were scared? You seemed so angry."

"I was scared... Scared something was going to happen to you."

"Oh..."

For the rest of the time, you two sat quietly, just listening to the other's breathing and heartbeat. Until he had to get ready for another performance, which you took as a opportunity to leave. You did the rest of your days work, and soon you were done. Then you went to your apartment in the casino's hotel building and crashed for the night. Hopefully tomorrow would be better...

#dca au #wine and feathers au #answered #missterious drabble

[citrusbatsandhoneybees]

-Guess You're Stuck With Me-

-Lucifer Fluff One-Shot-

A/N: Omg I'm finally writing again, I've been really busy for the past couple weeks, adjusting and stuff, but I can finally work on my unfinished projects now lol. Either way, flying kind of killed me, but I wrote some of this during it and I just finished it. Not my favorite, but I thought it was still cute. Hope you enjoy! <3333

Lucifer x Reader Fluff

Synopsis: The reader gets stuck in the airport, and during her wait she meets the King of Hell.

Surprisingly in Hell there are a few small flights that connected some of the outskirts of town. Unsurprisingly the security you go through is its own Hell in of itself. You already didn’t enjoy going through security in your lifetime, but you could swear on your afterlife that the hell born and sinners that ran the airports enjoyed the misery that they put everyone through. The constant changing rules that they would arrange became unreasonable in hell as they realized the control they had over the people that had to go through. Besides that, they are decidedly rude to everyone, yelling at everyone that came past, and unreasonably going through other’s luggage if they decide to on a whim. 

You were on your way to meet one of your friends on the other side of Hell, and after a long couple hours of checking in and working your way through the other processes you were finally on the other side of security waiting for your gate to announce your group. As you found a leather seat in the waiting area, you held your carry-on close, and took it. Notably nearly all the seats that surrounded you were empty, but you didn’t put much mind behind it. 

A heavy breath of relief escaped from your lips after finally being able to relax. As you sat, unwinding and leaning further back into the plump leather, you pulled out your Hell phone. Your thumbs tapped quickly against the small screen, after you selected your top contact. 

      [ At the airport now! Seeya soon! 🥰

After looking over the text a few times, a quiet whooshing sound resonated from the little speaker as you sent it. Pulling open your music app, you grabbed your beloved sound-proof headphones to set over your ears and selected a curated playlist for the day. You let out a long sigh as you slid further into the seat. Because you had gotten there quite early, you still had quite a bit of time before you had to board, so you allowed your eyes flutter shut, and decided it was best to just lounge around in this area as you waited. 

About 45 minutes later, your lids abruptly flew open as you felt a set of vibrations in your back-pocket. Sliding up into a more alert position, you pushed your large headphones back, and pulled your Hell-phone out of your pants, looking for what it could be. The moment you removed your headphones, sounds of continuous small thuds and sizzling flooded your ears, and you turned your head to the grand windows that lined the building.

Acid Rain, and not just a drizzle. Heavy, pouring, acid rain spilled down from the sky. The quick realization of your prolonged stay hit you like a bus, and a heavy groan reverberated past your throat as you turned your attention back to your device. As you thought, your flight was delayed for another few hours. Before you pushed your device back to its earlier position, another quick blurb of text was sent to your friend to let them know that you wouldn’t be able to see them for a while. 

       After realizing you were going to be in that airport for a lot longer, you picked up your things, stood from your seat, to find a more comfortable area. Once you had got up, you rolled your shoulders back, soothing the aching muscles in your back. You took a few steps out of the gate area, and looked around the building you would be staying in during the next dreaded period of time. Between the gates of the airport, the rest of the area was lined with bars, fast food joints, and shameless clubs to aid the long wait times between flights. You took your time walking down the hall, and eventually found a quaint, dingy bar close to the very end of the hall. Inside there was a mahogany counter, with various bottles of alcohol and glasses lining the wall behind it. The room was enveloped in a welcoming, dimmer lighting compared to the airport’s sickly incandescent lighting. As you spotted the quieter environment with homey seating along the walls, you took a step inside. 

       You approached the mahogany bar and looked over a small menu that sat on the wood, of course being in hell the prices were marked up to an atrocious price, but you ordered a simple drink anyway, and waited for a few moments. Looking along the wall in front of you, you fidgeted with your thumbs as you waited, until another man approached the bar beside you. He held an impish appearance, with two sweet, circular, white cheek marks and horns that bent back towards his head, but what took you aback was his smile. It was genuine and almost too charming. He ordered a fruit flavored drink with a smooth voice, and once he finished, he turned to spot you, basically gawking at him, and you swiftly turned your gaze away from him to the drink you ordered. A prideful smirk pulled at his lips, and he turned back forward waiting for his drink to arrive. After a few more moments you fell to the temptation to sneak another glance towards the man, and were met with his eyes looking over you before the bartender handed him his drink. Warmth flooded to your face as you were caught, and turned back away from him as you took another awkward sip and tried to focus on the soothing sound of rain that surrounds you. 

       Suddenly the sound of synced buzzes sounded between the two, and the both of you pulled out your phones to see the identical notification that the flight delay had another hour added onto it. Just more of this torturous wait for you to go through. A small groan ran past your lips, and the man beside you spoke up. 

      “You too?”

You lifted your head to look back at him a little confused, but it was explained easily after a small glimpse of the notification on his phone.

       “oh, haha yeah.” 

You answered and gave him a small smile as you continued the conversation. 

      “Annoying huh? Hopefully it stops pouring soon.” 

The man responded with his own charming smile that had your heart fluttering against your chest again. Your fingers felt the condensation against the cool glass as you wrapped your fingers around it and you lifted it to your face once again to take another long sip of your drink, trying to distract yourself from the flustering feeling. 

      “Where are you supposed to go?” 

As he continued the small exchange, you turned your head away from the glass to return your gaze back to him. 

      “Just outside of the city, I’m supposed to hang out with a dear friend of mine. Hopefully she doesn’t get too upset.” 

This gave you a small reminder to notify them, and you looked down towards your phone to give her yet another disappointing update on the status of your flight, and looked back towards the man who gave you a sympathetic smile. 

      “What about you?”

He responds fondly and enthusiastically. 

        “Oh I’m taking Ch- my daughter and her friends over to Lu Lu land! Heard of it?”

He stuttered for a moment, and you suppress a snort at his endearing enthusiasm. That wasn’t something you came across too often around Hell, and it definitely wasn’t something you were expecting to see. 

      “Definitely have heard of it, but sadly never have had the chance to go. I’ve always wanted to though.” 

You drifted off as you thought over what you imagined Lu Lu Land to be like in the past, and after you finished you looked back at him. Quickly you were surprised by the expression painted across the man’s face. His eyes basically sparkled, and his smile had grown wider to a prouder one. heh cute... wonder why? 

      “Oh you have to go! I- I mean it’s magical! Made for royalty by royalty!” 

Your company gestured widely and dramatically as he described the park, you smiled and laughed lightly at his small passionate rant. He felt entranced by your laughter. His grin didn't fade as looked back over to you with a raised eyebrow. 

     “Sorry, it’s just that you seem really sweet.” 

He was taken aback by your reasoning, Realizing a little too late that your statement was kind of bold you flushed slightly. Reasonings, excuses, and sorries started to fill your throat threatening to flow out, but before you could rescind or apologize, he spoke. 

      “You seem sweet too.”

You looked over to him with a warm smile, and soon he matched yours with his own. 

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      Eventually the synced buzzes between your phones became a more welcome sound during your hours together, as you were both able to help soothe the painful wait you both had to go through. The conversations between the two of you flowed like an easy melody, and you moved to settle in a plush leather booth that sat in the corner of the room. You were grateful to be able to admire his features from a closer angle. 

      Your beloved company proudly was telling a story between him and his daughter when she was much younger. A laugh ripped from your throat before you took another sip of your drink. 

      “Luke! I can’t believe you did that!"

He joined in on your laughter as he defended himself. 

      “You don’t understand how cute she was! That little duck onsie was perfect! How could I not!?” 

      “Everyday???”

You exclaimed towards him between your giggles. It was a really sweet story, but you couldn’t believe the indulgent manner of it all.

      “It was clean!! I made sure of it!” 

He leaned forward and nudged your side playfully to emphasize his point. His heart warmed seeing you laugh so genuinely and wholeheartedly. The man moved to sit back in the booth but spotted a piece of hair that had fallen to your face and mindlessly pushed it back. Time slowed as your breath stuttered, feeling the affectionate action, and you could almost feel his hot breath against your cheek. His eyes met yours in this frozen moment, and quickly the urges to lunge forward and kiss him weighed heavy on your mind. 

The seconds felt like hours during this tense moment, but time sped forward once again as repeated vibrations sounded once again in your back, and his coat pocket. Lucifer hesitantly resumed sitting back in his seat, and an awkward laugh fell from his lips after the interruption. 

      “Guess you’re stuck with me for a little longer.”

You returned the awkward laughter, and nodded with a smile. 

       “I really don’t mind” 

He gave you a affectionate grin, and the sentiment stuck in the air for a few moments before you stood to break the silence. 

      “I- I’m going to grab us more drinks, same thing?” 

Lucifer gave you a nod, and watched as you left the booth. Silently he cringed to himself over the hesitation over the previous moment, and the situation he had gotten himself into. This was one of the most genuine connections he had in a while, even after only meeting you that day, but he was conflicted on how to handle it. Would it change if you knew who he is? Would you run after finding out? 

       You on the other hand were reeling from the tender back and forth between the two of you. Even if it was awkward now maybe you had a chance? You ordered your drinks, and quickly returned to the man with a new found confidence. Handing over his drink, you allowed your fingers to graze his as you removed your own. A small gesture, but he noticed, looking down at his hand. The worrying thoughts were still were fresh in his mind. You looked over to him as he stared at his drink, and a pit started to stir in your stomach. Did you assume wrong? 

      “Something wrong?” 

You sat in the booth, across from him as you examined his face. He returned your gaze up to you and rigorously shook his head as he reassured you.

      “No no, just thinking.” 

He wasn’t very convincing, but you didn’t want to push him too much. 

      “Wanna talk about it?”

He bit his bottom lip in contemplation for a moment as he answered carefully. 

      “Do you still want to talk after this?

You were both concerned over the same thing. You sighed a little to yourself with a small laugh as he asked, and your heart banged against your chest as you continued. With the push of your new-found confidence and the liquid courage you’ve been drinking throughout your time with him, you looked him deeper in the eyes; you placed a hand to his chin running your thumb over the white spots on his cheeks. 

       “Yes, Do you?” 

He stuttered under your daring move, and gave you a nod. After the confirmation, you gently moved forward, moved some of his hair out of his face, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

       “Ask me out then.” 

He watched as you gave him a small teasing wink before pulling away to sit back in your seat. His lips turned up to a smile and he opened his mouth to do exactly as you said, but was interrupted once again by the sound of his usually cheery daughter, walking in. 

       “Dad??” 

Charlie called loudly from across the room, searching for her father. A harsh wrinkle formed between his brows and his shoulders tensed before he gulped and called back. 

      “Over here sweetie!”

You looked up past him and towards his daughter, expecting a small imp woman who resembled her father, but instead was faced with the tall blonde princess of Hell. A few confusing milliseconds past before you fully comprehended what was happening. Shocked, you turned back to look over at who you now understood to be Lucifer Morningstar. He glanced to you apologetically, and turned back towards his daughter. 

       “What’s wrong?” 

For a moment a relieved look spread across the princess’s face as she turned to see her father recognizing his imp disguise, Then she turned her head slightly to see you across from him. 

      “We uh- should get going.” 

She looked between the two of you inquisitively, and Lucifer let out a sigh as his golden magic enclosed around him, revealing his true identity. For a moment your breath hitches seeing the king across your way.  Realizing that you had been flirting and touching royalty the entire time made your face flush in embarrassment. 

      “Why do we have to leave Char Char? Did something happen?” 

      “No, they canceled the flight, didn’t you see it?” 

You pulled out your phone to check on your own flight realizing that yours was canceled a while ago too. All of that wait for nothing. Well... not nothing... 

You pushed your phone back into your back pocket, before stepping out of the booth. The other two Morningstars turned their eyes to you in surprise, and Lucifer’s heart tugged. You turned towards the king and gave him a warm smile still feeling the heat in your face from embarrassment. 

      “My flight was canceled too. It was nice to meet you Luk- wait sorry um- Lucifer.. or your highness?” 

Your words broke into stutters as you tried to wish him goodbye. You were about to offer him an apology for your manners, but he stopped you. 

      “Lucifer hun.. Lucifer’s fine.” 

The butterflies returned your stomach at the sudden nickname, and you gave him a small nod and smile before leaving to buy the closest tickets possible and heading back. Charlie continued to look between the two of you curiously as Lucifer almost instinctively reached for you but stopped himself short of actually grabbing your wrist. He wondered if that was it. He never got any way to contact you, so he assumed that the two of you would end up like two ships passing each other in the night. 

As you held your things close and wandered back to the ticket counter at the front of the airport, you wondered how he felt about everything. What he actually said seemed truthful, and you didn’t doubt that all your conversations between the two of you were genuine, but a large portion of you worried that you were being deliberately delusional, looking for romance where it isn’t. He was the king after all.  

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Once you were able to arrange replacement tickets, you decided to stay at a hotel connected to the airport because you were unable to travel under the acid storm. Next thing you know you were at the airport once again. You took the next flight to the outskirts of hell, hoping there wouldn’t be any more issues. You went through the dreadful security once again, making sure to do everything perfectly to avoid getting yelled at, and as you finally passed through check out and security once again you walked up towards your gate. 

This time you were able to actually board the plane at the time it was scheduled, and you settled in your seat as you waited for everyone else to board. You bent over and pushed your carry-on under the seat in front of you. Then after you turned down the brightness of the vox-tech screen attached to the seat in front of you, a long breath of relief passed your lips. 

As you sat back in your seat, others joined you, strolling towards and sitting in periodic seats throughout the plane, and soon you heard a cheerful and bubbly female voice not that far from you. Your eyes flutter back open to peer over your seat and look towards the entrance to view the blonde-haired princess walking in and enthusiastically inspecting her surroundings. A cold shiver runs down your spine as you recognized Charlie from the night before, and you quickly pulled out a magazine from the seat pocket in front of you as you slid down and hoped that she wouldn’t recognize you. You weren’t sure how you didn’t put it together that you could be on the same plane the next day, but your nerves were spiked as you flushed from the embarrassment of the night before. You opened a magazine wide, and pulled it to your face, as you, noticeably, peered over the magazine to watch her other friends walk through the aisle right behind her with her father being the last in line. He seemed almost bored as he looked around and fidgeted with his apple atop of his cane as he made his way down the plane. As you continued staring, the line had progressed enough for Charlie to spot you behind the paper you held. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, and popped open wide, giddily, as she realized who you were. She nudged her girlfriend behind her as she looked over to you, beaming. 

You whipped your head towards the princess as she giggled past you and looked back at her dad to see if he had noticed. Her line of guests kept walking with her, and her grin grew as she whispered excitedly with her girlfriend. You watched them walk by, and a spider-like demon looked you up and down with a smug smile and a prideful glint in his eye. Slightly confused, you met his eyes, searching for an answer until he eyed the magazine you held. Turning your eyes down to the issue, you recognized his resemblance on the cover and flushed as you felt your stomach drop. Frantically you rolled up the Valentino brand magazine and bunched it into the seat pocket. 

       “wait I- it isn’t, I wasn’t!”

Your panicked, and the failed attempts to cover yourself were picked up by the king and he observed past his line of guests. Once he spotted you his own heart broke into a quick rhythm, as his mind raced through things to say. You glanced towards him and met his eyes for only a moment before looking back at the porn star. The demon chuckled as he gave you a teasing wink and continued walking past the rows to his seat. The others followed with him, and you fiddled with your thumbs, hearing the loud drumming against your chest, as the man approached to walk past. Lucifer glanced towards you, and opened his mouth to say something, but came up silent. In the fleeting tense moment, against your own logic, you turned your head to give him an awkward smile, but a smile, nonetheless. His heart came to a shocked stop, and he gave a simple smile back, with a small bit of resurged confidence he was about to speak. However another sinner behind him had the gall to tap his shoulder, and he realized he was holding up the line behind him. You watched as he continued walking, joining the others in their assigned seats in first class. 

Once Lucifer had sat with his daughter and her residents of the hotel, he was bombarded with questions within her daughter’s excitement for him. He had resolved his daughter’s curiosity as he told her the night before what had happened between the two of you, and it seemed to only fuel the romantic in her. He on the other hand was still quite concerned with how you felt.

      “Soooooo!! Did you talk to her??”

He set aside his cane as the others joined her to stare over at him. 

     “Char Char, I only had a few seconds.. but no not really” 

Her disappointment only lasted a moment though, as he spotted a few napkins in their area. His nerves still held the reins, but he persevered as he grabbed a paper square, and summoned a golden fountain pen. 

      “Awwww! Dad, you're gonna write a note?”

A simple nod was sent her way as he bit his bottom lip, and he scrambled together a note. 

      [Wanna go out for drinks again? -Lucifer] 

His eyes scanned over the note, and he shook his head with a groan. 

      “What? no no no that sucks.” 

Lucifer murmured to himself. He then crumbled the note in his fist and bunched it into the seat pocket as he grabbed another blank square. Quickly he scribbled his cursive handwriting down again. 

      [Would it be weird if I asked you to go out with me?]

What? Don’t ask that! He thought as he scoffed at his second failed attempt, and repeated scrunching it up and shoving it down the seat pocket. He gained the others attention once again as they watched him continue to pull out napkins to only waste them away. 

        [Remember me? The guy who you had drinks with last night, and lied about his identity? Yeah wanna have drinks with him? He’d love it if you would! -Lucifer] 

As Charlie’s dad spoke through his last note with a exaggerated tone she took it from him, and tried to calm his rushing thoughts. 

      “Dad, just keep it simple! You’re thinking too much!” 

He looked over to his daughter who held his forearm, keeping him from starting another attempt. He let out a small sigh as he remembered the night before. Although the number of interactions were limited, just the thought of your smile was enough to give him butterflies again. Compared to before, Lucifer held a calmer exterior. His fingers held onto a corner of another napkin and placed it down to his tray and wrote simply. 

It had been quite a while since your brief interaction with the king of hell. You took in an understanding as the plane started to take flight that this was probably the last time you would interact with him, and tried to accept it as the plane finally was settled in the air. However your thoughts were interrupted as someone spoke over the intercom. The pilot had finally given the go ahead to use your trays, and quickly, with a small flourish of glittering, golden magic, yours had unlocked and laid in front of you. Then a rubber duck with Lucifer’s likeness appeared with a napkin in its beak. After the initial surprise, you brought the rubber creature closer to inspect. Memories of the stories Lucifer had told you the night before flooded in, and you giggled to yourself. Keeping the duck close, you removed the small note from its beak, and unfolded it. In graceful handwriting it said,

      [Thank you for last night. If you are still interested, would you like to go out for that date?  -Lucifer] 

Delight enraptured your heart as you felt butterflies, and you traced your thumb over the large glimmering signature over the bottom of the note. The burdensome worry that he wasn’t actually interested in you was chipping away. After a few moments, you pulled out your bag, and pulled out a few items to complete your response back to the king. You flipped over the napkin, finished your note, and folded the soft paper together, before looking for a flight attendant on the plane. Your small search was over as you found one was walking past a few rows checking on the flight guests, and you kindly asked her over before asking her to bring the note over to the King. With some convincing and a small payment, she finally agreed and took the note from you. 

Lucifer anxiously picked at his claws and bounced his leg as a short flight attendant strolled into first class.

       “This is for you.” 

She said straightly and handed him the slip before returning to her job. Lucifer abruptly faced her and ceased his fidgeting as he took the note back. Hope filled his soul and the others' anticipation grew, as he took in a deep breath, and unfolded the square. Warmth thrummed against his chest, as he stared down at your response.

      [I would love to.] 

A set of numbers and small mark of lipstick laid boldly next to your lettering, and Lucifer’s grin grew as he read and reread the simple note again and again.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #fanfiction #hazbin hotel lucifer #fem reader #lucifer hazbin hotel x reader #fluff x reader #fluff

[whorediaries-09]

if you tasted poison;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- angst, sexual assault. a/n- please do not continue under cut, if any of the topics trigger you.

prequel masterlist series masterlist little train.

you were woken up by a loud thud on the door. out of instinct, you tried to crane your neck to locate the source of the sound. instead, a sharp pain shot throughout your body, tears at your waterline.

'she's not a death eater?'

'no. did you bring the veritaserum now?'

as the tears flowed down your cheeks, your vision cleared. severus snape and lucius malfoy stood by the door, discussing about you.

'we must trust the dark lord's choices. if we question it, it may backfire on us,' snape said, looking over at you. 'ah, she's awake.' lucius sneered.

'do you not trust my judgement now?'

'i'm a solemn servant of the dark lord, not yours malfoy,' the latter let out a breathe.

'the dark lord trusts me, you can't hold me captive,' you said. on a second thought, it wasn't the best decision to indicate any signs of life between them, yet here you were. lucius lifted a brow.

'you're awake now are you, mudblood?'

'must have fallen asleep. really comfy place to sleep actually,' you bit back.

'mind your attitude,'

'or what? your little snake friends will gather around and kill me? death doesn't fucking scare me,'

'you've got a nice tongue for somebody who'd in dire need of medical assistance,' lucius commented, his steps faltering near you. 'mind your attitude, or i might just feed you to nagini.' he bent over your form, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

you spat on his face.

he seethed with anger, getting away from you.

*-

for the second time that day, the door creaked open. you heard the familiar steps near you, carrying a tray, the metal of utensils clinking against each other with every movement.

'eat, i've got to keep you alive, in the least,' he said, throwing the tray on your lap. he swished his wand, setting your hands free.

'no funny business,'

he stood by you, watching as you wolfed down the food. it was bland, lacking any form of spices, and cold, but it didn't matter. as long as it was something edible, you were happy with it. you needed to be alive, and you would get out of here, alive. you drowned the glass of water, breathing heavily as you finished the food.

'good girl,' he said, taking away the tray.

'don't call me that, lucius,' you warned. he swished his wand, tying up your hands. but this time around, he let you up in the air, floating within his eye line.

'no? what should i call you then? a filthy whore perhaps?' he said, sliding the shoes off your feet. you screeched, the pain shooting right through you.

'don't touch me!' you shouted, trying to get away from him. but he had you in place, as you floated like an object in the air. he had complete control over your body.

'no?' he asked, breathing you in, his fingers raking over your form. you felt the tears clot your vision. 'i fear,' he whispered, 'you're not in much of a position to give orders.'

his hands were cold and disgusting on your body. he held your head up, craning your broken neck on the other side.

'shame,' he breathed, ripping apart your clothes, matted with your blood. 'what a fucking shame. such a pretty mudblood,' he said, eyes cold as ice gazing over the exposed skin of your naked body. his words were vile and cruel, stabbing within you. as his hands touched every part of your body, as you hung mid air, helplessly, hot tears pouring out of your eyes.

'lucius, please, please leave me,' you begged, feeling pathetic. he laughed cruelly, bitterly and coldly.

'can't,' he said, burying himself within you. 'you feel so good.' pure hot white rage filled you up as he pushed himself within you, your nerves flowing with disgust.

'taking it like such a good girl,' he groaned, his filthy hands roaming all over your body. 'what a good whore,'

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it was cold. your body was restricted and lump on the ground. you could feel the blood dry at your lips. your body ached from all the abuse lucius had dawned upon you. you hated yourself for it. you ought to have had been more careful. it was your fault, letting lucius catch you when you'd been sneaking in his manor.

the disgust of the feeling of his touch still tasted like poison on your tongue.

you hated how you couldn't spit it out.

you felt your body growing lump, the hot tears a quiet contradiction to the coldness. the agony was too much. you felt pathetic, your eyelids becoming heavy, as you felt your breathing falter.

you didn't have it in yourself to go with grace.

you were dying for somebody who wanted to be the hero, flying around and saving faces. you'd be buried by him as he wore the same jewels you gave him.

and with your gathered storms, you watched as the soul torturously died within you. you felt your battleships sink, killing you softly, killing you treacherously. drowning you slow and heavy, pulling you under the waves which carried you to the shore.

it was as if you saw your life flash within your mind, when you heard the voice of the loss of your life. when you saw through your tears, the sparkle of life you'd burned reflect in front of your eyes. when you felt the cold yet cozy touch, so unfamiliar yet so similar.

you felt yourself being pulled against his chest, as he whispered, into your ear, holding you close,

'fuck, please, hold on,'

pathetically, you closed your eyes, the sight of tears in the gray eyes you lost the last.

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[hartsider]

“Birthday Cake” steve harrington x reader | 466 words

Summary: Steve gets you a cake

No cw

This is totally not indulgent at all because my birthday's coming up (fun fact: my favorite cake flavor is wedding, hence this one having white icing). Also I'm not happy with this but we continue on

Steve has a box on the table. He's dressed somewhat nicely for a night in, and he gestures to a seat for you to sit.

“What's this?” You ask, in your pajamas as you look at him.

“I know we've been busy, but I got you a cake.” He tells you.

This morning, Steve told you happy birthday before work. You'd gotten an extra kiss goodbye and a promise that your birthday dinner would happen as soon as things calmed down.

“We could've waited.” You say. He's getting plates and forks and a knife to cut the cake.

“No, it's your birthday. The least I could do was get you a cake.”

Steve opens the box. In it is a small cake, more than enough for the two of you, frosted neatly in white buttercream. He sinks the knife into it to cut two slices.

He gets the joy of watching you while you're distracted by your slice. You cut a bit while he watches, waiting to see if you like the cake even though he knows it's your favorite flavor.

“How is it?” He asks practically as soon as the fork is in your mouth.

“Good,” you say. Steve has a bite of his own cake.

“I also have,” he says, pulling a confetti-printed gift bag from a chair, “a birthday present.”

It's handed over and you pull out its contents: a shirt you had been eyeing a week ago that you'd decided was too expensive, the biggest size of your favorite candy, a new journal to replace your almost-full one.

“Thanks, Steve.” You say, opening the candy and immediately giving him a bit to share. You're already making plans to wear the new shirt to work. Steve will fawn over you as soon as you do, just like he always does when you wear something new for the first time. Just like he often does regardless.

You can see nighttime through your window. You and Steve should go to bed.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You ask anyway. You don't want to sleep yet.

“Sure.” Steve tells you. He packs up the cake again and slides the box onto the counter. “Go pick something out.”

You wander to your living room and pick out one that always makes Steve cry, and he gives you a light pinch when he sits down with you. It's more of a squeeze than anything.

“Cheap move.” He tells you, starting it. You pull a blanket from the arm of the couch and drape it over your legs.

Somewhere through the movie, you end up with your head in Steve's lap and his hands in your hair. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips, murmuring to you as he sits up again.

“Happy birthday.”

#drabble #fluff #x reader #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #fanfic #steve harrington x you #birthday #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction

[numptypylon]

hi numpty i re-read your cottage cuddles au and it’s really faster and cheaper than therapy, in general, I wanted ask if you are continuing to write a sequel? no rush or complaints, it's just one of my favorite stories and I'm curious. thank you!

It’s ongoing, yeah. It’s been half-written for YEARS, and it’s not even supposed to be very long, I just accidentally wrote a prequel instead and then a bunch of other stuff 😅 I wrote words on the sequel within the last week though, it’s not abandoned, just these days are ridiculously busy, ALL my fandom endeavors are on pause right now. It means a lot to hear you return to the fics, I wrote them to be comforting (pain can be comforting, leave me alone XD)

All the sequel teaser are in the [where the heart is] tag and I’ll post more soon 😊

I also have a few other cottage cuddles fics in the works, at least 2 far-future ones, one wedding based and one first day of school for cottage kiddo and Callum both (he'll return to uni in his 30s). I'll probably post a teaser of the wedding fic next wip wednesday, it's too late for today.

Have a teaser of the sequel though! You thought the sequel would be sexy? Nah, it be dumb. Very very dumb XD under the cut bc mildly nsfw but mostly very dumb

“Um. It’s… just… been a while. For me.”

“Callum. Dummy.” She cupped his cheeks. “We live together. I know it’s been a while. I know I joked about… how good I am at sex but… I’ve never had sex with you. I don’t expect to know everything or for you to. I like you a whole lot, and we’ll make it work if you have the two-penis phenotype, you know I’m flexible in the penis-count department-”

He sputtered, choking on a bit of toothpaste, and the nervousness lifted like magic, because laughter was like that and… Rayla was like that.

“I love you,” he said, relishing in saying it, in letting it spill over as it came to him instead of getting bottled up inside him like a heartfelt-speech-timebomb. “And my junk is… very average. Average size and amount of everything. My hands are big, and I know there’s a stereotype, but it doesn’t hold up, in my case.”

“So you have 1.928 balls? Plenty of men have less than two, and more than two is a lot rarer-“

“Median!” he laughed. “I have a median amount of everything!” Rayla had so resented her obligatory statistics class she had resolved to use it in her daily life because it was so irrelevant to her work life. “Now, who’s a dork?”

#ask #thanks for asking <3 #cottage cuddles au #where the heart is #rayllum #numpty fic tag #dumbest zuppi braincell moment reference because I must

[thefallennightmare]

So I turn 29 on Wednesday, but I also have to have surgery the same day so I’ll be celebrating while delulu from pain meds and anesthesia wearing off. But it also means I plan on reading a lot during my week long recovery and maybe (hopefully) get some proper write done too.

For Headcannon Tuesday, I was thinking Jesse meets reader, who is a writer, in a cute little bookstore/cafe where they are both regulars. Feelings develop and one day while he walks her home they get caught in the rain. Make it as romantic as you want.

@thescarlettvvitch @mitchhbitch @burning-outx @missduffsblog @hayleylatour @sleepyomens @loeytuan98 @artificialbreezy @marvelousmal @bngurngheart @lma1986 @dsireland86 @wild-child-7747 @calleyx13 @illmakeyousaywow @jaded-and-hollow-souls @concreteemo @cookiesupplier @thatchickwiththecamera @whenthesummerdies @lookwhatitcost @klutzy-kay24 @tashka

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY AND I HOPE SURGERY GOES WELL! I'll be sending you all the good vibes!

"Excuse me? Is this seat taken?"

Glancing up from your laptop, you felt your heart jump into your throat at the sight in front of you.

A man with a head full of curls and dark round glasses held a book to his chest and a coffee in the other hand.

He was gorgeous.

You pointed to the seat at the table next to you in the busy coffee shop. "Go for it."

Not wanting to bother him, you went back to typing away the book you were working on.

Every so often your eyes would catch his as he was already staring at you.

"Business or pleasure?" The man asked while motioning to your laptop.

"A little bit of both?" You smiled. "I'm writing a novel."

"Yeah, what's it about?" The man set down his book to give you his full attention.

You spent the new few minutes going over the premise of your book.

"I'm not sure how to end it though. But I'm sure the idea will come to me eventually," you sighed.

The barista brought you a to-go cup of coffee, your name written on it and the man smiled.

"Y/N."

Your skin ignited at hearing how your name sounded on his lips.

"My name is Jesse," he extended his hand towards you.

You took it with a smile and loved how his skin felt on yours. "Nice to meet you, Jesse. Will I be seeing you around here more?"

"Definitely."

Every week, you and Jesse showed up at the coffee shop at the same time almost every day and spent time either reading your own books, working on your novel, or listening to him read from his book.

Almost two weeks of this, the two of you stayed later at the cafe than you usually do to wait out the storm but knowing that the cafe was about to close, you had no choice but to walk through the storm.

Your apartment was around the block, hence why you walked here earlier in the day.

"Can I walk you home?" Jesse asked.

You buttoned up your jacket. "You didn't drive?"

"Nope, my roommate dropped me off," he chuckled. "So it's only fair if you have to walk home in the rain, I should too."

"In that case, sure," you nodded with a smile.

You two took your time walking home in the rain, your giggles at feeling so carefree and alive radiating off of you, and made Jesse watch you with an adorning gaze.

"Hey, Y/N?" Jesse questioned when you ran up the stairs of your complex, not finding any cover from the rain yet.

"Yeah?" You shook out the rain from your hair.

He helped you by brushing away the strands from your face. "I think I figured out how your book should end."

With furrowed brows, you were ready to ask how but felt soft lips against yours.

Jesse's hand rested on your hips and you grabbed onto his sweater, pulling him closer.

The rain continued to pelt against the two of you, soaking you to your bones.

But the only thing that mattered was how breathless Jesse made you from this simple kiss.

"You're right," you mused while resting his forehead against his. "This is a perfect way to end my story. Although, I think in real life things are just getting started."

#tina talks #jesse cash #erra #ghost atlas #jesse cash headcannons #thefallennightmare

[brainless-moe-white-lotus]

havent been on tumblr much cuz I've been making yummy soups for days on end and I don't plan to stop any time soon

#I opened this app to explain what was going on in my life and changed my mind #I'm trying to be more private online #I'm busy and will continue to be busy for a bit is all

[todayisafridaynight]

one of my fave things bout minedai is that daigo could do Literally Anything- even the most benign, innocuous thing yet it could unintentionally cause mine to short circuit for the next five hours

#snap chats #ive been having minedai brainrot all day but i dont have the energy or ideas to execute any ideas #so i will simply just ramble bout it until something comes to me #prob wont draw anythin for a bit tho- ive drawn a lot lately and im busy with stuff. Of Which Include Drawing LMAO #listen thats comm stuff its different but anyways let me continue my ramble #i think of a lot of silly lil comics and drawings but the punchline is inevitably Mine Has A Heart Attack Over Daigo Existing #i wouldnt mind drawing that all day but man i cant imagine it'd be fun to see over and over- i guess it depends on execution #but no fr i just keep thinkin of simple shit like. like idk maybe they're walkin in the street together #and just the way they have to shuffle around other people daigo has to press against him for a hot minute #And It Is A Hot Minute mine's screaming internally because daigo's so close and even if theyre in the middle of the city #he's all he can focus on somehow- the way his suit feels and the subtle ways the muscles /under/ his suit shift and move #meanwhile daigo's just I'm So Sorry Mine :( I Didn't Think It'd Be This Crowded Today :( #brb gotta reread some of my fave fics cause they capture this aspect i love so well #god i gotta start writing my own shit though i just love talking about and explorin this idea If Not Just Them In General #but im Not Good at writing <:) or at least it's hard for me to think of an idea idk #once i have an idea then i can pump something out but alas nothing's come to mind #ok i'ma wrap up this ramble because i went all over the place by accident oops </3 #i'll be back in one way or another

[noxtivagus]

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#🌙.rambles #continuation!!!!! #i think. this world is lonely for people who think like me #especially since i'm still young i think it's harder for me to find people like me #wah... moments n nights like these #my whole family's basically sick at this point but we're happy #i love how i smile as you smile. how i laugh as you laugh #i love how i imagine. there are worlds in my head that only i know #i love how i write n how i'm aware of how the memories n my life n myself #n i love the way i analyze myself n others #n how my experiences have made me to be this way #i want to do a lot better tho n keep on improving myself #so i'll read! n learn! n study harder! #one aspect in my life that i've been particularly weak tho is socially #frankly idk how i'm really supposed to fix that😭 but i try #idk it's a bit hard to get closer w ppl lately when we're all busy #n maybe it's my intuition or anxiety but #i wonder if i've ever been the first choice. or someone special. maybe in a childhood friend way or the friend you can confide in #the one you go to for advice? or the one that comforts you. i wonder what i mean to others #as usual though above all i want to focus on improving myself. holistically #i still feel so sick rn wah i'm gna rest ><

[etls]

so fucking angry. why. why did my mum KNOWINGLY treat me worse because she knew some of what I had been through and knew she couldn't fix it. so she minimised everything I felt. ridiculed me for showing any emotion. still does so to this day. but she ADMITTED. that she fucking abused me my entire LIFE, because I was going through so much that my mental health wasn't fixable by her. so she chose to add to my issues? and now she gets fucking upset when I tell her I will never be her fucking friend? that we will never get along? you fucking CAUSED this jo-anne you did this to your fucking SELF.

#want to put this on main but I complain too much there so #aaron #hi my names aaron and ive been here ages but had the most non solid identity ever and I have So Much Trauma hows it fucking going #I'm so fucking exhausted and angry all the time and we can't even get a break now we are 24 this MONTH #cant get over her telling me her reasons for this. her APOLOGISING. then continuing just the same a week later #business as fucking usual. #but if my fucking brothers ~depression~ gets a bit bad she makes sure we All treat him as gentle as fucking possible #she made sure he has never faced adversity. she was the model parent to him his entire life. #she told me I was a lost cause by the time he was born. I was 3 when he was born. so what does she fucking know about that she wont let on #because not many 3 year olds have enough trauma and bad enough mental health to be written off by their mum as a lost fucking cause. #it's funny. me and my brother are both fucked in the real world. him because he's never had to do anything difficult in his life #and me because I'm too messed up to even function anymore. I'd say I'd rather be like him but at least I'm not genuinely fucking stupid #she never pushed him to learn things if it got too hard. just set us both up for failure in different ways really #at least if I ever get out I have the drive to do something with my life. eventually.

[sugume]

SNAPING AT THEIR KIDS — Jujutsu Kaisen

( CW ) f!reader, children, tantrums, lots of tears  

FEATURING: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo 

Authors note: the way Choso’s son refuses to eat dinner when you all sit down, he just huffs and puffs and you eventually have to give in and buy him Taco Bell, so he doesn’t go to sleep on an empty stomach. And Gojo’s son knew what he was doing when he hit him hehe. 

☾GOJO SATORU 

“Daddy, I wanna go to the park.” His twins yell for what feels like the thousandth time today. Satoru whines, throwing his arm over his eyes when one of the twins points flashlights in his face. “I said no, Daddy doesn’t feel well today—we can play in your room, how about we build a fort?” Satoru answers again—just like he did the last time and the time before and the time before that. “No Daddy! Wanna go to ‘park!” His girl screams before his son hits him square in the dick with the flashlight. He jumps up, howling in pain. “I said not today!” He snaps and instantly regrets it when he hears the venom in his voice. How holds his throbbing dick before looking up and his babies. They both stare at him with frowns. His little girl looks about ready to start sobbing and his son looks like he wants to hit him with the flashlight again. “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell,” He apologizes, flinching back when little tears slip out their eyes. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry, don’t cry. How ‘bout we go to the park okay? Daddy didn’t mean to yell, oh don’t cry, baby.” He whispers, reaching out with big hands to grab them and pull them into his lap. “Park?” “Yep, park.” They look at each other before breaking out in a scream. 

☾GETO SUGURU 

“Daddy?” His daughter pulls the end of his long hair. “I'm busy, baby.” He answers as he scrolls through his emails on his work computer. “Wanna see.” She whines, trying to climb onto her father’s lap. She just slides off, unable to pull her body weight up with small arms. “In a little bit, go play with Mommy baby,” he says, trying to convince his daughter who just huffs and holds her arms up to him. “I wanna work too!” She whines and Suguru grumbles before lifting her onto his lap. He sets her in the nook of her arm. She snuggles into Suguru's content for a few minutes. “My turn Daddy.” She stands up on his lap and reaches over to touch the computer. She fails, instead pushing the cup of water he had been slipping on. The cup tilts over and pours all over Suguru’s computer. “Dammit D/n!” He growls out and though he doesn't yell his deep voice is enough to cause his daughter to jump in fear. “Sorry, ’m sorry.” She cries, trying to crawl out of her father's lap. “Shit--It’s alright baby. Hey, it’s okay sweet girl.” “I didn’t mean to.” “I know. Let’s clean up our mess, okay?” He kisses his daughter's forehead and carries her to grab a towel. 

☾CHOSO KAMO 

“I don’t want your ugly food.” His son screams at him. “Well, you aren’t getting Fast food.” He mutters. “I want Taco Bell!” He screams, but Choso just ignores him and continues to stir the food. “I said I want Taco Bell!” He throws himself on the floor, kicking and rolling around Choso’s legs. Choso tries to ignore the temper tantrum his son is throwing but after several minutes it starts to get unbearable. Anything he says just goes in one ear and out the other. “No Fast food!” He eventually snaps. S/n immediately stops rolling on the floor when he hears his father yell. Choso turns the stove on low before walking over and crouching in front of his son. “Daddy doesn’t wanna yell baby, but you gotta understand that you can’t get Fast food every day. It’s not healthy for you alright?” He explains to his son. His son just glares up at him. Choso smiles back which prompts the little boy to grumble how stupid and ugly his father looks. When they eventually come to an understanding, he picks him up and lets him help him cook.  

☾NANAMI KENTO 

Nanami’s loud voice echoes through the living room, and you race to the living room in worry. Once you turn the corner you see your daughter looking at him with wide tear-filled eyes. She’s never seen this side of her dad; you can’t think of one time her dad raised his voice at her. “Kento? What’s going on?” You glare at him as your daughter comes running into you. You hold her little body to you. Kento stands there with a shocked expression on his face. He didn’t mean to snap at his little girl, he just had a bad day at the office and brought that attitude home. “Daddy’s mean.” Your daughter cries out, wrapping her small arms tighter around your legs. “Princess,” Kento whispers as he cautiously walks towards you two. “I didn’t mean to yell at you princess, I’m so sorry.” He chokes out, crouching down to her level. When she hears the familiar softness in her dad’s voice, she slowly peaks around you. Kento holds his arms open. She doesn’t hesitate and jumps into her father's arms. “s’ok I forgive you, Daddy.” She sniffles into his neck. Nanami squeezes her tightly, whispering out apologies on how he’ll never do it again. You can tell by the look in his eyes your daughter will be getting extra spoiled in the next few days.  

#𐙚 ࣪ ˖ sugume writes #𐙚 ࣪ ˖ domestic journal #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk #jjk geto #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu geto #geto x you #geto x y/n #satoru gojo #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #geto fluff #gojo fluff #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jujutsu nanami #kento nanami #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #nanami fluff #choso x y/n #choso kamo

[ssahotchnerr]

👉🏼👈🏼 is it ok to request a fic where jack starts trying to take care of the reader the way he sees his dad does? like maybe hotch is away from a case and reader gets sick or sad or idk, so jack takes it upon himself to be there for reader? like maybe he even starts referring reader with the same pet name hotch calls her? tysm!

like dad does

aw 🥹 cw; fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of sickness, fluff <3

you awoke with a gentle start; a trail of cold water trickling down the side of your face, pooling vaguely in your ear.

likewise, a more concrete sensation was set on your forehead - a cold compress. most likely a washcloth, and one that hadn't been wrung out too much at that.

but it was relieving, a delightful contrast from your burning forehead.

"oops," a small mumble came directly from your left ear, as well as a soft exhale of a breath. "sorry."

"jack?" you muttered, rather drowsily. you forced your eyes open, finding jack's sweet, concerned face beside you. "what're you doing?"

"i'm taking care of you." he explained softly, his tone so nonchalant as if it were the most obvious and simplest thing in the world. he reached forward, adjusting the top of the blanket that was draped overtop you. "like dad does. he put the washcloth on you yesterday, you 'member?"

he was right; you were on day two, maybe three? of a nasty bout of the flu. quite honestly you didn't know what day it was, they all blurred together, and your scattered sleep schedule didn't help. you offered him a nod.

"thank you." you gave him a small, closed mouth smile. if it weren't for the germs, you'd reach out to touch his cheek. you sat up a bit from your position in bed, your voice hoarse. "where is your dad?"

"a meeting."

your eyebrows furrowed, the facial movement burning your sinuses. "he's home?"

jack nodded, "he's in his office, but he said it might take a long time. so that's why i'm helping you feel better."

his face brightened a bit, as if a realization struck him. he reached into his pant's pocket, retrieving a few cough drops he had shoved in there, dropping them onto your blanket covered chest.

"i'm sorry i can't make you soup." jack apologized, solemnly as his shoulders dropped. "but i'm not allowed to use the stove."

your face softened, the weak smile resurfacing. "that's okay bud, don't worry. you can help dad make some later when he's done, how 'bout that?"

he nodded enthusiastically, before hoisting himself onto your bed.

"hey no no no, i wouldn't," you protested gently, your heart also melting at his action. "i don't want you getting my germs."

"if i get sick i get sick." that's the same thing aaron had said, multiple times, when he insisted on getting into bed with you earlier. jack scooted somewhat close, staying mainly on his father's side of the bed.

"and if i get sick, i don't need to go to school."

you laughed softly, but finding yourself too weak to argue, you did the only thing you could - go right back to sleep.

it was restless; you were in and out of slumber, and could roughly process jack getting up here and there - solely due to the distant sensation of the washcloth leaving and returning to your forehead, dampened once more.

and once aaron's meeting had ceased, he went in to check on you, and was pleasantly surprised, and touched, to see jack accompanying you.

you were out, with jack diligently watching over, while also keeping himself busy - his sketchbook and colored pencils were scattered amongst the bed.

"how's it going?" aaron asked him from the doorway, the door producing a sharp creak as he pushed it forward a tad.

"good. i brought cough drops, the washcloth, and made sure she got lots of rest. just like you did." jack continued to draw as he spoke, before his head shot right up. "can we make soup?"

"sure buddy," aaron nodded, a tinge of pride pulling at his heart. he tilted his head towards the hallway, and jack immediately scrambled off the bed. "c'mon."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch imagine #criminal minds x fem!reader