#ryan sitkowski fluff

Content Warnings: none, just fluff :)

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: I finally have my motivation and inspiration back, at least for a little while!

This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation

AN: I know this isn't the most exciting part but I promise that it will pick up in a couple more parts. I have a lot of things planned that I am excited about but we have to make it there first and that means sharing background and working some things out first. I can't wait for the drama to begin soon!

Thank you to @tearfallpixie and @darkhallcorner for letting me bounce a few ideas off of you!

“Thank you for coming over, I know none of the guys would complain about Violet being here for the meeting but I know nobody will focus if she was and we really need to finalize the setlist for this tour,” Ryan greets you as you walk into his living room.

“I swear you forget that this is literally my job, you are paying me to come watch her when you need it,” you respond, rolling your eyes as you greet the little girl who is currently playing on the floor of the living room.

“Yeah in another week, technically you aren’t my employee until the tour starts next week.  Anyways, the guys should be here soon.  I hope you don’t mind keeping her in the play room for an hour or two while we finish hashing this out,” he responds, following you in and smiling to himself when he sees how well you are doing with the little girl.

Violet smiles at you, moving to greet you with a hug as you lean down to pick her up, giving her a tight hug in the process.

“Hello pretty girl, should we go play while Ry does some work?” You ask her, starting the walk towards her playroom with her in your arms, wanting her cuddles after your rough day at work.  You honestly can’t wait until you officially start the nanny job next week, you love daycare but having one child over 16 at a time will be so nice.

You set her down on the floor, letting her go and pick what toys that she wants before you sit down with her, helping her wrap her baby up in the blanket she brought you so you could do just that. You help her and watch as she tries to rock her baby, loving how she plays with the little doll while you help.

A while later she gives up on her doll and grabs your hand, pulling you over to a bubble machine she has in there so that you can pull it down and do bubbles with her.  Both of you giggle as you pop them and play together, losing track of time.

You continue to play, enjoying the time you got just playing with and getting to bond with this little girl when you noticed that she needed her diaper changed, helping her walk with you to her room so that you could go change her, hearing the voices of everyone in the other room.

You lift her on the changing table and quickly change her in her room, before helping her back down so that you could return to the playroom when she suddenly takes off on you.

“Ry, Ry,” she mumbles as she runs towards the living room, you are guessing that she heard his voice out there and wanted to see him.  

She makes it in the room before you, rushing to Ryan with a big smile on her face, excited that she found him, you quickly follow after.

“I’m so sorry she took off running as soon as she heard your voice, I didn’t mean for her to interrupt your meeting,” you say softly, moving to take her from Ryan, embarrassed with what had just happened.

“That’s alright, we finished with business and are just talking.  Y/N, you know Rick and Chris, and then that is Vinny and Justin, our new bassist and drummer.  Guys, this is y/n, she is the nanny I hired for Violet for our tour,” Ryan says, lifting the little girl onto his lap with a smile while you glance around the room awkwardly.

Ricky meets your eye with his eyebrow raised, making you blush and glance away, uncomfortable with his gaze on yours at the moment.  You and him were never particularly best friends when you were with Ryan years ago, but you two didn’t hate each other either.  Honestly the only ones you didn’t get along with was Angelo and TJ but they have been gone for quite awhile.  Rick and Chris were always friendly to you, but when Ryan broke up with you they stopped talking to you, which was honestly just as hurtful as losing Ryan, you lost two of your close friends at the same time.

“I almost didn’t recognize you y/n, it has only been what, like 10 years,” Rick teases. “How have you been?”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Ehh, surviving.  I got my degree to teach English, realized I hated it and now work with littles.  Love it a lot more, but that is about it.  Nothing has really changed for me, not like it did for you all,” you say softly, feeling weird with everyone looking at you. “I’m glad you guys made it big, I know all the work that you have done through the years. I never really stopped following how the band has done despite everything… Ryan, seriously, do you want me to take her back to the play room? I didn’t expect her to take off running out here and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for her to interrupt.” 

You are looking for an out, Ryan can tell that you are uncomfortable and looking for an excuse to walk out of the room, to get away from this situation. He may not have seen you in years, and feels like you are a total stranger but he can still recognize how uneasy you seem to feel. You were never good about hiding how you are feeling about things from him, and he can still read you like a book.

“No, it’s fine.  We were done with the setlist and just talking.  I told you it would only be a couple hours.  If you want to leave you are welcome to, I know you worked a full shift already today before this,” he says with a smile, his eyes meeting yours as he tries to relax you.

“Thank you, if you need me again before we meet next week for the tour please let me know, it was nice meeting you Vinny and Justin, and nice seeing you again Rick and Chris.  I’ll see you all next week,” you say before rushing out the front door to your car, collapsing into your seat with a sigh before you leave to go home.  Ready to update Miranda on what had happened and how odd you felt seeing the other guys again. 

“Okay, spill.  Isn’t it weird to have your ex-girlfriend as your nanny?” Chris asked Ryan, turning to look at him where he sat. “How the hell did this happen? None of the other nannies work out?”

“Um, I just didn’t find anyone I can trust and I remembered my sister mentioning that she was a daycare teacher so I asked her.  I was desperate, wanted someone I could trust and knew would be great for Violet.  Despite how awkward it might be she has done great the few times she has already watched Vi and I can tell they are close already.  I also knew that she wouldn’t leak anything I don’t want out there and that because she knows me that she wouldn’t be a weird fangirl or anything while watching my little girl,” Ryan answers, bouncing Violet on his knee with a smile before she hopped off to grab a stray toy that is in her living room.

“And the two of you can get past everything for Violet? Not let it affect anything? I mean you were kind of a dick to her, shit sorry. I’m getting used to watching my mouth still,” Rick says, laughing slightly while the other guitarist glares at him for the language he just used around his little girl.

“She promised me that she wouldn’t let it negatively impact Vi, that we would both stay professional.  I told her I wanted us to at least be on friendly terms but she said she doesn’t think she can be my friend. I can respect that, and understand why not because of what I did to her years ago. We are making it work, there have been weird moments when we talked but I am hopeful that by the end of the tour things will be better with us. I also apologized for screwing  up and handling things the way that I did when we were young and stupid,” Ryan admits with a sigh, watching as Violet climbed her way onto Chris’ lap.  She has really taken a liking to him, which nobody expected honestly.

“Wait, wait… you said she’s your ex-girlfriend? That is a little weird, even if you both said you can keep it decent.  And what do you mean screwing up, what did you do to her?” Justin asks, now curious about what exactly is going on.

“When we left for our first tour, like not when we played random shows but tour, he ghosted her.  Just stopped talking to her and when her friend finally got upset and asked about it he told her that he could get anyone he wanted that would be better.  Nobody heard from her or her friend ever again after that, minus her friend telling him that she hopes he knew that he really hurt her.” Chris answers, knowing Ryan probably wouldn’t answer.

“That’s fucked up dude,” Vinny says, glancing at everyone across the room, feeling slightly out of place in this conversation.

“I didn’t want to hurt her, I knew that being on the road and everything was going to hurt her in the long run so it was easier to make her hate me so that she didn’t try to fight me rather than try to tell her I was done.  She deserved more than I could give her, I was young and stupid and wish now I handled things better but I can’t take that back,” Ryan responds with a sigh.  “Anyways, I’m kicking all of you out so I can start getting this one ready for bed.  I will see you all next week when we leave.”

They all say their goodbyes before stepping out of Ryan’s house, making their way home now that everything has been settled for tour and they are ready to kick it off. 

Ryan gets his little girl changed and in bed before sitting in the quiet living room, feeling oddly guilty about how uncomfortable you clearly felt around the guys.  He knows it isn’t fully his fault, they didn’t need to ignore you once the two of you broke up but he still feels like it is his fault that your old friends stopped talking to you.  He could tell you felt uncomfortable and knew that would only make things weird on the tour and it is all his fault, hopefully it doesn’t last long.  He won’t make you hold up your end of the deal if things don’t go well, he wants what is best for his little girl but not if it is going to make you miserable.

AN: Here is the first offical chapter of Single Lyrics! I know it is starting a little slow but I wanted it to be a slow burn fic and I had to build on some elements of what is to come! I hope ya'll enjoy!

“I’ll consider your offer but I want us to meet up and talk in person to go over details and we obviously need to hash some things out,” you send the text to Ryan the next day, having spent all night thinking about what he asked you all night.  Ultimately your view is that all children need good caregivers and deserve to have safe people in their lives that care and want the best for them, and Ryan is clearly trying.  Obviously he cares about his niece enough that he was willing to suck it up and ask someone who has every reason to not want to, which gives you a lot of respect for him.

“Do you want Violet to be around to meet you or is this going to be a situation where it is best that we wait to let that happen?” He sends you back almost as quick.

And that conversation led you to where you currently are, sitting in Ryan’s driveway at the house he sent you an address for, while trying to collect yourself from the anxieties that you are feeling at the thought of coming face to face with this man after 10 years.  It would be lying to say that you didn’t follow Motionless in White’s successes and somewhat keep tabs on him, after all he's the one that got away for you.  So you know that the band has done really well after the two of you broke up, so it is no surprise that he has a nice house, but it still is bothering you to think that you don’t have a place in it.

Deciding to rip the bandage off, you let out a shaky breath that you had no idea you were holding and step out of your car, reminding you that this is nothing else other than negotiating a new job…. Granted normally your boss isn’t your ex boyfriend that destroyed you but minor details right?

You aren’t sure what you expected when you knocked on the door but it wasn’t for Ryan to answer the door right away.  Neither one of you spoke when he first answered, just taking in the sight of one another after missing out on so much.

Ryan isn't the long haired rocker boy that you remember from your early years, and you almost wish that he was.  The man in front of you is honestly hot, you can see the muscles under the shirt he has on, the shorter hair making him look older and more masculine than when you last saw him, which also draws more attention to his dark eyes that you always loved getting lost in.  Part of you almost hates him for looking even more attractive now than he did back when you were young and in love.

But Ryan notices the same about you, how you have filled out and now have curves to die for.  You carry yourself with more confidence, no longer the awkward teenager that is hiding behind who she thinks she should be but is comfortable as she is.  You still have your hair died black but otherwise you look a lot different, the only piercing you have left in is your nostril but you have tattoos that compliment you.  He didn’t expect you to have changed so much, which he probably should have given how long you two have gone without any contact.

“y/n, it is nice to see you after so long.  Why don’t you come inside and take a seat on the couch.  Violet is napping so we will have some time to get the awkward part done and over with,” he rubs the back of his neck as he allows you inside.

When you both take a seat you turn to look at him, wanting to get out what you want to say before you chicken out.  You also take note of the fact that he is bouncing his leg as he sits, a nervous habit he had as a kid that he must have never grown out of.

“Please don’t act so nervous, it’s still just me.  It has been years, everything is done.  I am here because I want to help you with the situation you have been dealt, not rehash old wounds Ryan.  I have moved on and I think that we need to keep this relationship strictly professional if this is going to work for both of us.  I accept your offer that you texted me and gave Miranda my two weeks notice,” you say, hoping that your anxiety is not as evident in your voice. “We can’t change our past, but I don’t want to let it affect things now.  And now that I made shit weird I need to know details of things.  So first question, when you tour are we going to be touring with you?”

Ryan moves and immediately pulls you into a hug without thinking about it, just extremely happy that you have actually agreed to help him.  He realizes quickly how awkward it is to do so and pulls away, muttering an  apology.

“I’m sorry, it just kind of happened.  I should not have crossed that boundary without you expecting it.  And yes, until she starts preschool at age 3 I want her to tour with me whenever it is possible.  We already talked about the back lounge having a pack and play in it and being converted into a tiny room for her so that she can come with us. The boys have been really supportive about it.  You would have a bunk on the bus with the rest of us obviously.  When I am not busy with work and stuff like that I would take care of her so you would be able to relax or do whatever on the bus or hotel room when you aren’t working.  I will pay for all your travel expenses on top of the salary we agreed to,” he answers honestly, knowing this is probably a lot to take in but wanting to be honest with you. “I want her to come with me because I don’t want her to feel like I am leaving her too, because she is too young to understand and she already lost her parents.  Now that she is attached to me I don’t want her to feel like I don’t want her or anything.”

Your guard is officially gone, his words are melting your heart.  You honestly forgot just how caring and sweet Ryan can be for those he loves, and the fact he was so close to his sister probably made the attachment grow even more between him and that little girl.

“Ryan, the fact you are willing to take her in and care so much about her will show her when she is older that you aren’t leaving her when you leave for work.  Trust me, she will recognize everything you are doing for her.  You are a good man for taking her in,” you answer him honestly, because it is true.  Not many people would take in someone else's kid, even if it’s their siblings, take on the commitment of raising a child that is so young.

“That leads to a question I have for you y/n, I need to know that you plan to see this out, If you can’t see yourself sticking with us long term then I need to find someone else.  She has already lost her parents, I don’t want her getting attached to a nanny and having them leave.  I am a little nervous honestly that our past will cause problems and that either you or I will be unable to look past it. I’m not stupid enough to think that it doesn’t still hurt you because it does me.  I want us to at least be friends through this, know that we can get along for her sake while you work for me,” you glance up and find his dark eyes are searching your face, but for what he is looking for you can’t tell.

“Ryan,” you let out a sigh. “I will be the best damn nanny you can find for your little girl, but I can’t promise that I can be your friend.  Obviously we will be friendly and stuff around her but that has to be enough for you for right now, it’s going to take some time to rebuild the trust that was lost between us years ago and I, I just can’t promise that.  I’m sorry and if that affects this then I can leave with no hard feelings.”

“I guess I deserve that, if you are willing to keep it professional and no tension will be held around her then I can live with that.  But I do want you to know I truly am sorry, I was an idiot teenager with a rockstar complex and fucked up, I fucked up a lot and I still hate myself for everything I put you through.  I just want you to know that.” You can hear how sincere he is in his words, how much he means what he says.

Before either of you can say anything else you hear a cry through the monitor on the table in front of you, both of you glancing towards it.

“I guess Violet is up, I am going to go get her and change her diaper quick and then I will be back down so you can meet her,” he says with a small smile towards you, happy when he can tell you have relaxed some from when you first arrived.

You watch him go down the hallway and you let out another sigh, still wondering if you have made the right decision in leaving your stable job to be a nanny for this man.  Maybe it is wrong to take this job, because you know that being around him is going to bring back those hurtful memories but he sounded like he really does need your help and wants it.

Your thoughts are cut off by hearing Ryan’s voice through the baby monitor.  “Did you have a good nap, pretty girl? I have a friend here who wants to meet you, she is just going to adore you.  I know you will charm her, you have everyone in your life so far.” You smile at the baby talk, how well he is talking with her and her soft giggles melt your heart and make your concerns slowly drift away.

You hear footsteps and glance up to see Ryan and the most adorable little girl walking into the living room.  She has dark hair much like her uncle and bright blue eyes, the cutest chubby cheeks.  She is absolutely adorable, but you should expect nothing less given who her mom is.  You used to know her mom back when you and Ryan were together and she was a beautiful girl, both inside and out.

“Violet this is my friend y/n, can you wave hi?” he asks the little girl and she gives you a shy wave, barely acknowledging you before noticing a baby doll on the floor and running to go grab it.  She starts to rock it in her little arms before looking at you, coming over to hand it to you.

AN: We are slowly starting to get somewhere, but it is still going to be awhile before we see either of them admit anything. I know it isn't smutty Saturday but that will start next week. I am just really caught up in this story and can't wait to keep it going! Enjoy!

Like always thank you to @tearfallpixie for helping me choose a direction for this part!

“So this one here is your bunk, and I’ll show you around the rest of the bus in just a second,” Ryan says with a smile.  He hopes you can tell that he really is trying to make you comfortable, traveling with people you aren’t close to on an enclosed bus is difficult, he would know.

“Thank you, so back there is where her little bed is and up front is the lounge.  Is there really anything else to show me?” You ask, he feels much better when he notices your teasing smile on his face, knowing that you are relaxed enough to even lightly joke around with him.

“Yes, and again, when we are on the bus and honestly any time we aren’t working I can take care of Vi.  It is mostly just for shows, interviews, stuff like that where I need your help.  I appreciate all of this that you are doing, I know traveling for months at a time isn’t easy.  Thank you, seriously.” He says, moving to give you an awkward hug before backing away quickly.

“I remembered you are a light sleeper which is why I claimed a bunk towards the back for you right away.  Chris is the one right below you, for whatever reason he likes being at the bottom and Rick is above yours. Across from you is Vin, Justin and I. If you need anything any of us I am sure will gladly help you, we all tend to spend a lot of time in the lounge gaming and stuff.  You are always welcome to join in, I know the guys would enjoy getting to know you,” he says softly, laughing when Violet comes waddling in, pulling Chris along with her.

“She kept saying baby, and then tried dragging me away. I’m guessing that was her way of saying she wanted to go get one of her dolls,” Chris jokes as the toddler continues to try and pull him back towards her little room.  

You can’t help but smile at the scene, who knew Chris would let a little one push him around.

Turning towards your bunk you put your duffle bag down in it, moving to put your blanket and pillow down on it, your stuffed duck falling out of your blanket as you lay the blanket out making you blush.

“You still sleep with that thing, it was old when you slept with it in highschool,” Ryan teases you, nudging your shoulder before he bends down to pick it up for you.

“It means a lot to me, one of the last things I got from my dad before he died.  I can’t tell you how many times I have had to repair it through the years.  You can barely tell how old it is with how good I’ve gotten at cleaning him,” you say, ignoring the feeling that crosses your skin when your hand brushes against yours when he hands it back to you. “I think I am going to read for a little bit if that is okay, I just don’t know if I am up to joining everyone yet.”

“I see you still haven’t changed, always hiding in the corner.  That is alright, I will let you do that.  Just to let you know if your curtain is open that usually means you don’t mind anyone taking to you and stuff, but if you close it we know not to bother you unless it is important.” He says, watching you get into your bunk.

“Thank you for the tour and stuff Ry,” you say softly before pulling your book out of your bag and laying down to read, ready for a little bit of quiet and relaxation before things got too crazy.  You are glad the first day is a travel day before a show at night so that you aren’t immediately rushing into things.

Ryan walks away, and a couple moments later you see Chris and Violet go walking by, her having the doll you have learned is her favorite in her arms.  You can’t help but smile again, the little girl already has a hold on your heart and she doesn’t even know it.

You start reading in your book but don’t make it very far before someone is knocking on the plastic of your bunk.

“Hey, no hiding.  Come out here and join us, nobody knows anything about you and we want to,” you hear, when you glance up you realize it is Vinny who is looking at you.

“I,” you start, but he cuts you off, grabbing onto your wrist to try and drag you out of your bunk.

“No fighting me, come on,” he says, tugging lightly on you.

“No, I am fine right here.  I am here to work and right now I am not needed,” you argue, turning to glare at him, which just makes him smile.

“There is no use fighting Vin, when he wants something he will figure out how to get it.  Trust me on this, he is more stubborn than I am,” you hear Rick call with a laugh.  

You roll your eyes before picking your book back up, only for it to be pulled from our hands.  You glare at the man standing in the hallway watching you, wanting nothing more but for him to leave you alone.

“Please, just for a little bit? I just want to get to know you some because we are all touring together, at least so it’s a little less weird between everyone,” he asks you, giving you a pouty face.

“Fine, Jesus you whiner,” you answer, rolling your eyes before slowly making your way out of your bunk and following him up front. Dragging your feet, making it clear to him that you really aren’t wanting to do this.

When you make your way through the door everyone cheers, making you turn bright red in embarrassment.

“You actually got her out, I can’t believe it. Y/n has always hidden from everyone,” Chris says with a smile, giving you a wink.

“Yeah because y'all were a bunch of teenage assholes back then,” you respond as you take a seat on the floor, there was a spot on the couch but that would put you between Ryan and Chris and you really don’t want that.

“Well, you aren’t wrong.  We were pretty bad back in the day,” Ricky says with a laugh. “I still will give you props for out drinking me by a landslide that one night, didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Yeah, that was pretty fun, I will admit. Don’t expect a rematch from me, I don’t drink anymore,” you joke, smiling when you feel like you are starting to somewhat fit in, remembering a fun memory from back when you were a dumb kid.

“Yeah, I don’t either.  Man those days were fun though, back when I first joined the band.  I didn’t ask the other day but how have you been? Clearly you didn’t stick with music in college but you seem to have made a good footing in your career and stuff,” Ricky says, smiling at the memory himself.

“I didn’t, my first semester of college studying music ed was a bitch and I dropped, but I’m not sure if it was because I struggled in classes or because of how bad my depression and shit was at the time. Between all my family shit and then yeah, it was rough.” You glance up, your eyes locking with Ryans hazel ones before he casts them to the floor.

“But I love where I am at, love working with little children, love that I built my own family with my friends.  I’d ask how all of you are doing but the band clearly did well,” you joke, hoping to end questions about the past.

You continue to make small talk with the guys before you arrive at the first venue, finding that you really do enjoy them and their company.  Vinny made you laugh and feel right at home, his personality warm and bright. 

The boys have to leave to go get ready for the show and the meet and greet, Violet waving at them as they go and giving Ryan a wet kiss before he is out the door, leaving the two of you alone.  

It honestly was on the later side so you started getting her some dinner warmed up in the bus microwave, cutting up some fresh fruit for her too that Ryan made sure to have for both of you before you let her sit at the table to eat, watching her with a smile on your face.  

After the two of you played for awhile, building a house with some blocks before you decided that it was time to try and get her to lay down and go to sleep, but she wasn’t having it at all.  She wanted to keep playing, and cried when you tried putting her down until you gave up and took her with you to your bunk, letting her curl up with your duck as you laid down.  Her head was laying on your chest as she slowly drifted off to sleep curled up with you.  For a while you read on your phone before giving up, closing your eyes and falling asleep with her.

Ryan panicked at first when he got on the bus after the show, he peeked in on her room assuming you both would be back there in the back lounge only to find that you weren’t… and you weren’t in the front lounge either, he was worried that you would leave so late with her, what was he thinking, how could he trust anyone other than himself with the little girl.

Justin could sense his panic and put a hand on his shoulder, “Have you checked in y/n's bunk, maybe they laid down in there,” he suggests.

“Shit, I didn’t even think about that,” Ryan says before lightly opening the curtain of your bunk, finding you asleep with Violet resting on your chest, clutching the duck stuffie you hold so dearly.  He almost can’t believe you let her touch it, curl up with it. He knows how much it means to you, you never used to let him touch it back when you two were together.

He also can’t help himself and takes a photo of the two of you sleeping on his phone, finding the moment adorable and bringing a warmness through his chest at the sight.  He isn’t sure what the feeling is but he is enjoying it, seeing you with this child that he loves so much.  He gave up on ever having that sight happen years before and yet here it was, right in front of him.

With a sigh he bends down, slowly trying to take Violet out of your arms hoping that he wouldn’t wake you up but unfortunately he does, your eyes meeting his as he is taking her from you.  Your eyes meet and both of you linger in the gaze, not saying anything for a moment before you move, allowing him to take her with him.  

He carries her to his bed, laying her down gently before closing the door and making his way out of the room so that he can stop and talk to you for a moment, hoping that you are still awake, and glad when you are.

“Hey, some of us were going to order pizza before we hit the road again if you want any,” he says softly, his eyes meeting yours while you still lay in your bunk. “And thank you, I know it must have been hard for you to let her hold your duck.”

“She was gentle with it, it is fine.  She is such a sweet girl, I couldn’t get her to fall asleep in her room so we laid down in my bunk.  And sure, thank you for asking.  I would still like to read because Vin didn’t let me earlier, let me know when it is time to eat?” you ask, avoiding his eyes as you feel them search your face.  

You are glad the two of you are getting along, but you are scared because you don’t want to be close to him again.  You can’t risk feeling the way he made you feel again, you know that may sound dumb, but you don’t want to fall for him again and you can tell that will be hard to avoid.  Especially now when you see how great he is with his little girl, how sweet he is compared to the boy you used to know.

AN: Here we go, the intro to the Ryan single dad fic! Hope ya'll enjoy

“Hey y/n, this is Ryan, from highschool.  Listen, I really need some help and I don’t know who else I can ask.  Can you please call me back when you get the time?”

You play the voicemail message back a few times, unable to fully believe what you are hearing.  Pausing in your tracks when it plays as you are cleaning your daycare classroom.

It has been almost 10 years since you have last spoken to Ryan, a relationship that turned sour and didn’t end well.  The man broke your heart years ago, so what could he possibly need from you after all these years and from you of all people?

You sigh, going back to cleaning for the night while debating if you should call him back or not, he did sound really concerned in his voicemail.  You’re so distracted by everything that you don’t even notice when your boss and one of your best friends walks into your room.

“Okay, what is wrong? You are clearly trapped in your own head,” Miranda asks, stepping in front of you so you notice her.

You both take a seat in the two rocking chairs, you letting out a sigh before speaking. 

“Do you remember Ryan?” 

“Like the one who you cried over for weeks for being a dick, yeah. Why?” She gives you a look that lets you know she is unsure where you are going but she doesn’t approve of what you have to say.

“When all the kids left I had a voicemail, he said he really needs my help and asked me to call him back.  What should I do? Why would he call me of all people? We haven’t spoken in years,” you sigh again, conflicted and confused about what you should do.

“That is really fucking weird, do you have any clue what he needs?” She asks, you can feel the side eye that she is giving you.

“No, he didn’t say… oh shit, he is calling again now,” you immediately panic, freezing as you decide what you should do.

“Answer it, I will finish mopping. Tell me what he wants,” she says, standing up and moving to give you some privacy.

You take a deep breath before answering. “Hey Ryan, sorry I didn’t answer sooner, I was working.”

“y/n, thank you for answering.  Do you have a couple minutes to talk, I have something I really need help with and I genuinely can’t think of anyone else to ask.” You can hear the hesitation in is voice, his anxiety in his words.

“Yeah, I have some time, what’s up?” you ask softly, anxious yourself.

“My- my sister unfortunately died about a month ago in a car accident with her husband, and long story short I have custody of their 18 month old little girl, Violet, like she's officially mine.  Anyway, long story short I need a nanny who would travel with us for tours and stuff, to be with her when I can’t…. And I can’t find anyone trustworthy.  You do daycare and have a lot of experience with kids and we know each other so I know that you wouldn’t be weird about who I am which is also important to me.  I just really want what is best for Violet and I think you would be great at it, but I understand if you say no based on our past.  I - I know I hurt you in the past and I can’t take that back but I really hope you will consider this,” he sounds desperate as he speaks, like he genuinely needs you. “I don’t expect an answer right away, you can take a few days to decide.”

“I’m so sorry Ryan, that sounds like a lot to take in and go through for you. I’ll consider it and get back to you tomorrow and get back to you if that is okay,” you say, genuinely not sure what you currently think about everything. It is a lot for you to take in yourself, both glad he thought of you but also upset that after all this time that is finally what he is talking to you about.

“I can accept that, and y/n, I really am sorry for everything I put you through. I know I can never take it back and it still upsets me.  Please do not let that be the thing that stops you,” he asks gently.

“Thank you, and I won’t.  I need to let you go Ryan, I will call you tomorrow,” you say softly before both of you say goodbye and hang up on eachother.

The second he hangs up you groan, asking yourself what the fuck am I going to do now?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

AN: Pure fluff, I found it very cute. Enjoy!!

One of the most annoying parts of being the merch manager is that you have to be the one to fold, organize and put it all back in the trailer, sure the other merch worker can help you but you still get stuck doing a lot of the work and then when you load the bus you still have to crunch numbers, find out what you need more of, etc.  It honestly is a fun job but a really irritating job at the same time, even if you are really close with all of Motionless.

Their show has been done for over an hour and you are just now finishing what you need to do and getting to leave the venue and join them on the bus, which you are beyond ready for.  This stop in particular had huge merch sales, but unfortunately that also means that you and your assistant worked your asses off and were running around like mad, which is nice because tips were great… but sucks because you are exhausted.

You round the corner from the trailer towards the bus when you suddenly hear your name, making you freeze.  You turn towards the direction it came from right in time to be pelted with a snowball, and to hear Vinny and Ryan laughing their asses off.

A few seconds later a full blown snowball fight has broken out between the band and crew, all of you taking off running in different directions to try and avoid being the next one to get hit.

Wanting your revenge you take aim on Ryan, but accidentally nail Justin who is next to him in the chest. “Fuck, I’m sorry, that was meant for…. Eek,” you squeal before taking off through the snow when they both start chasing after you.

You briefly notice that Rick now has his camera out, recording the entire mess of a snowball fight while running.  Great, this is going to be an all out war and wind up in an update, whose idea was this anyways.

You suddenly hear Justin yell to Ryan, “Hey Ry, you go left and I’ll go right, maybe we can corner her ass.”

“Oh shit,” you burst out laughing before taking off running in a different direction to get away from all the chaos, hoping that you can get away from the two of them.

You don’t notice them behind you anymore so you stop running, you relax and laugh when you notice that Vin and Ichabod (you're welcome @tearfallpixie) are in a full blown fight of their own when suddenly Justin is in front of you. 

Taunting you with a formed snowball as he smirks, you put your hands up in defeat while slowly backing up.  You bump into something, or should you say someone when all of the sudden a decent armful of snow is dumped over your head.

You can tell by the laugh behind you that it is Ryan and that him and Justin had indeed trapped you like they planned.

“God Damnit Ry, I am so going to kick your fucking ass,” you let out with a groan before moving to take off after him, both him and Justin laughing.

You vow to yourself that you are going to get your revenge on him for covering you in snow… twice now as you chase him.  Justin being the bastard he is distracts you by calling your name, when you look over at him for a second Ryan gets away from you, taunting you from over by the bus.

“Oh you fucking dick,” you whine before you start up again, watching Ryan run around the bus while continuing to taunt you.  He has enjoyed annoying and teasing you for the last month or so, so truthfully you are not surprised that he has started this snow fight by coming after you first… but you are determined to end it.

You laugh when you see him trip and land in the show, which gives you the chance to shove him the rest of the way to the ground.  You don’t think twice about it when you straddle his waist and move to grab your own handful of snow, ready to shove it in the cocky fuckers face but he was quicker than you are.  He grabs your wrists to hold you in place, watching you squirm as you try to pull yourself away from his grip.

“You know, I think I rather enjoy seeing you on top of me like this,” he says with a smirk, winking at you when you.

You freeze in place, his words catching you completely off guard, making you blush before your wits come about you and you try again to pull your hands away, him letting you go this time so the force makes you fall backwards in the snow next to him.

“Ugh you fucking ass,” you grumble, hearing all the boys that have gathered to witness the scene behind you laugh at your response.

“Oh come on, you know you would enjoy getting on top of Ryan,” Chris teases, praying you realize that he is joking around with you.  They all have learned the hard way that having you angry at them is not the funnest thing in the world.  

You turn to glare at him, which gives Ryan the chance to quickly shove snow in the hood of your hoodie and pull it over you.  You squeal again, now freezing when some of it falls down between your back and the hoodie, freezing you out.

“I fucking hate all of you,” you mumble out annoyed.

You stomp your way back towards the bus, trying to shake out your hoodie before you step on it, not wanting snow all over before you turn to glare at them again.

“Any snow that is still in my hoodie is getting dumped in your bunk Ryan,” you yell back, before you step inside the warm bus.

Truthfully you wouldn’t just do that to him, while he seems to get off on annoying you and bothering you, you take the high road and normally don’t try to do the same to him.  You don’t want to piss him off or anything… but it would be fun to just get him back for once.

You stop by your bunk to pull out a change of clothing, annoyed that jackass soaked your last clean hoodie.  Saying fuck it you steal one of his quick before you slip into the bathroom to change into your lounge wear, now settling into the lounge so that you can start putting in the numbers you need to do.

“Hey, we were all going to run out to this dive bar we heard has really good food, do you want to join?” Chris asks you, making you jump as you didn’t hear any of them step foot back on the bus behind you.

“No thank you, I really have to enter all of this from tonight's show.  Can one of you just bring me something back to eat for dinner? Just because you idiots distracted me doesn’t mean my work doesn’t need to be done,” you say, smiling at him.  Truthfully you are not mad that you got distracted, it made your night.  Sometimes you need to let loose and have some fun, and you are awful about it.  I guess maybe that is one plus to Ryan’s antics towards you, they give you something fun in your daily life that you actually need more of… but you can’t admit that to him.

You put your headphones in so that you can play music while you get focused on your work, so you don’t even notice that someone else got on the bus with you until they take them out of your ears, making you jump.

“Jesus, Ryan? Aren’t you going with everyone for dinner?” You ask when you look up at him, shutting your music off so.

“Well I was coming to get my other hoodie to wear because mine is all wet now after someone tackled me into the snow… but it seems someone stole it so I guess I am stuck here with you,” he says, settling down next to you. “Plus I feel bad for distracting you when you had more work, hand me your notebook and I can do the math and tell you what to put in your spreadsheet so that it goes a bit quicker for you.”

“You don’t have to do that Ryan, tomorrow is an off day so if I can’t finish tonight I have tomorrow to do so.  I just hate putting it off,” you answer, completely shocked that he is volunteering to help you, usually he makes your job harder to do, not easier. 

He doesn’t listen to you, instead grabbing the notebook off your lap and starting to do the math part for you, hoping that he can help you get done sooner so that once your food gets here you can eat it while it is still warm from the boys.  

He hates it when you get distracted by work and don’t take care of yourself how you should.  He has watched you spend too much time doing it when you don’t need to, when you should be enjoying time with the others.  Like tonight, you should have just gone out to eat with everyone and you chose not to so that you can finish your work.

With his help you finish in almost half an hour, half the time it normally takes and to say that you don’t appreciate it would be a lie.  But you still can’t believe Ryan is helping you with something, usually the closest you can get towards him helping you is sometimes lifting a box that is too heavy for you.

“Ryan, thank you for your help. Can I ask you a question though?” you ask him, not looking away from your computer because you don’t know how his answer will make you feel but you need to ask it, it has been bothering you for awhile now and you are never alone to ask him.

“Of course,” he says, like you are stupid for even asking if you could ask him a question.

He has a feeling he knows what you are going to ask him, and part of him isn’t sure if he is prepared to tell you the truth, but if you do ask it, he won’t lie to you either.  While you are looking at your screen he is focused on you, taking in how relaxed you look right now in just your leggings and his hoodie.  You also look as though the tension in your body is mostly melted away. Honestly, he loves it when you finish putting your things in because you are really beautiful when you are relaxed. 

“Why do you like to annoy me and mess with me all the time? You don’t really do it to anyone else like you do with me?” You ask, blushing at your words because you can’t believe you finally have the guts to ask the question that has been burning in your mind for a couple weeks now.

“Truthfully, because you are so beautiful when you are smiling and laughing… but you don’t do it enough.  So I enjoy messing with you because it breaks you out of your focus and stress from everything for a little bit,” he says, moving a little bit closer to you. “I like to see you happy and not stressed from work.”

You aren’t sure how to respond to his answer, looking up at him with the shock written across your face from what he said.  The only people who have ever told you that you were beautiful was your family, and he is right, you do tend to get stuck in your own head a lot and to focus on everything negative going on around you and what all you have to get done, not really living in the moment.  

You glance up when he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear that you didn’t realize had fallen in your face. “You’re doing it again, getting lost in your own head.” He says softly, his eyes meeting yours, searching for what you are thinking about.

“Sorry, you just caught me off guard. I don’t remember anyone ever saying I am beautiful before,” you admit softly, now embarrassed that you admitted it out loud.

“You are, I like it when you get out of your shell and enjoy the moment.” 

He moves closer to you, both of you suddenly aware of he change of energy in the air between the two of you, but neither of you quite ready to close the space between the two of you yet. He catches you glancing down at his lips before meeting his eyes again and he decides that is the sign he is waiting for and closes the gap between the two of you.  

Both of you move softly against one another before the newness wears off and you both begin to shift closer to one another, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands settle on your waist.  You are both so distracted that you don’t notice that the bus door has opened and that everyone has made their way back, focused just on eachother.

“Ryan and y/n sitting in a tree… k i s s i n, Ow dickhead,” Vinny groans when Chris smacks the back of his head, laughing when you and Ryan instantly pull yourselves apart from one another with a blush.

“It’s about damn time,” Ricky says before handing you both a bag with your dinner in it.  

“Hurry up and eat because you promised me some game time tonight Ryan,” Vinny says glaring at the two of you as you stand up to put your work stuff away so that you can eat. “Unless you are too busy with y/n tonight now.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, you’re just jealous,” you tease the drummer back before grabbing your drink and sitting back down to eat your dinner.

So I know my last couple of stories have had stuff to do with being a teacher, as a teacher that’s just something I relate with so it’s easier to when I write things so that’s why, this is inspired by a coworker getting engaged in her classroom recently, not in the same way I used but it still gave me the idea 😁

So be forewarned this one is pretty fluffy and cheesy. And sorry in advance for any errors, I really enjoyed this one so I typed it all up pretty quick and my husband refused to proof read this one for me 🤣🤣. Hopefully someone enjoys this one!

And sorry all my stuff is cutesy, I live for cutesy. Writing smut isn’t my forte so I avoid it most of the time.

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On the Bus

“So I think I am going to ask y/n to marry me when we get done with tour,” Ryan says to the boys as they all sit in the front lounge, completely catching the rest of the band off guard with hi words.

Vinny and Chris pause their game of NHL on the Xbox to look over at Ryan, caught off guard while Ryan and Justin out their phones down to look at him. None of them expected those words to come out of the guitarists mouth.

“I can’t imagine us not being together at this point. I know she loves me and I love her, we’ve been together about two years now so I figure we may as well get married at this point. I don’t see myself wanting anyone else,” Ryan continues.

“Do you have a plan of how you want to do it?” Chris asks him, curious and willing to help with anything Ryan needs.

“Fuck, no. I know I want to involve her class because that would mean a lot to her but I don’t know how. I’m not good at this romantic thing, you guys know this. I have no clue how to do this shit,” Ryan groans.

“Do you have a ring?” Vinny asks. He doesn’t remember Ryan sneaking off anywhere without one of them but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t.

“Yes, I saw one in Chicago like six months ago when we were there that I knew I wanted for her and I bought it. I wasn’t ready to ask yet but knew I would want to eventually and that I wanted that ring for her so I got it,” he answers, smiling that he at least had that ready for you.

The response dumbfounded the boys, none of them knew about him having a ring. Usually Ryan shares pretty much everything with them so the fact that he had this hidden for so long is impressive honestly.

“What if you just surprise her during her class? Tell her you are going to be home a few days later than planned or something and then just show up?” Justin suggests.

“That’s boring dude, he has to go bigger than that,” Vinny says earning a glare from both Ryan and Justin.

“What, you have something better?” Justin asks him.

“No, but I don’t need to. It’s not me asking someone.” Vinny says with a smirk.

Ryan can’t help but think that of course that little shit would have some smart ass comment to respond back with.

“I wanted to do some sort of game or something because she loves puzzles but I just can’t come up with anything, I have been thinking about this for a couple weeks now with no luck at all,” Ryan admits.

“Before you even have an idea you better email her principal and make sure that you can even do something like this involving her class and give her a date because there is no use planning something if you’re going to find out you can’t even do it.” Chris says.

“Good point, I will go on the website for her school and pull her email up now, and ask her if I can do something on the day we get back,” Ryan responds pulling his phone out.

As he is typing the email up Ricky speaks up finally, “I think I have an idea.”

~~~

You’re working on grading some of your students homework when you get a message from Ryan. You glance down at your phone and smile.

“I am ready for our video chat date when you are,” you read his message.

You open your phone and start the video call, immediately smiling when you see Ryan pop up on your screen. The two of you try to video chat with eachother as much as you can while he is away on tour, it makes you feel a bit closer to him than just a regular call or texting with eachother.

“Hello Beautiful,” Ryan says the second he pops up on your screen with a big smile. “How was your day today?”

“Honestly, not great. But now that you are here I know tonight will be better,” you smile at him. There is no point in lying to him, he always knows what you are feeling no matter how much you try to hide it from him.

“What happened? Was it your one parent again?” He asks you.

“Yeah, she sent an angry email asking if I even bother sansatizing and cleaning the room because her kid is sick and apparently gets sick way more than she did in first grade and so I must not be doing anything right. On top of that my kids were just extra today, even my best students didn’t want to cooperate as well as usual today. I can tell it was a friday, that is for sure.” you respond. You don’t really want to go into detail because you don’t want to bring Ryan’s mood down, you can tell he is in a good mood. “How about you, you look like you are in a good mood.”

“I am, the interview today that we did went great. But I do have some bad news for you. Remember how we are supposed to get home next Thursday, that got pushed back to Saturday so I will be a couple days later than planned. I’m sorry,” Ryan says to you, unsure of what your reaction will be.

“I understand, when you tour things come up. You’ve been gone almost 3 months, what is 2 more days?” You ask softly.

Ryan can tell by the look on your face that you are upset with his news, enough to where it almost made him feel bad for lying to you. Hopefully you will forgive him for that after he surprises you on Friday.

“We all agreed that we are going to focus on writing for the new album when we get home, so we are going to be taking a break from touring for awhile. But we all agreed to take a month off completely to be able to spend time with our loved ones, so for awhile I will be all yours. You better be prepared for me to keep you busy,” Ryan says winking at you.

Your face heats up at his words, them reminding you of what the two of you did right before he left for tour. You couldn’t walk comfortably for a couple days after.

“Well, we do have almost 3 months to make up for,” you respond.

Both of you continue to talk for a couple hours, honestly losing track of time and enjoying being able to see eachother even if it was just virtually. Eventually you were starting to doze off on Ryan so he decides he better let you go so you can go to sleep.

“I love you baby, I will see you in just over a week,” Ryan says before hanging up.

You close the call out on your phone and sigh, sometimes you wish he didn’t have to tour and leave you for so long like he does, but you also know that he loves what he does.

~~

You and Ryan haven’t had time to video chat again in the next week, but it is finally Friday, the last day before you finally get to see Ryan.

The morning is going relatively well, you have made it through the morning and lunch, and now it is specials time, today your class has music so you take them to the music room and leave them with Ms. Harrings, before going to the office to talk to the principal, your boss.

Marisa welcomes you into her office with a smile, the two of you get along great and you know this meeting will be an easy one, you just wanted to let her know of a situation with a parent who wants to meet with you, asking her to sit in the meeting next week when it happens. The two of you wind up just talking about life when she asks you about Ryan.

“Are you excited? I know he comes home finally tomorrow,” She asks you with a big smile.

“Yes, tour is always hard but this one in particular seems to have drug worse than usual. I miss having him home so much,” You answer honestly. “I love him so much, and I love that he does what he loves but it can be hard.”

“Will he at least be home for awhile this time?” She asks, looking behind you in the hall.

“Luckily, yes.” you respond smiling.

“I just saw Jamie go bye with your kids, she must have finished up already. That half hour just flew by, you better go back to your room,” Marisa says.

You stand up to leave and turn to Marisa, “Thank you for agreeing to sit in this meeting, I appreciate it,” you say before walking out.

You make it back to your room and stop, utterly confused by what you see.

Every single one of your second grades are standing at the front of the classroom with a blank sheet of paper, looking at you with huge smiles and giggling.

“Uhh Ms. Harrings, what is going on?” you ask her, looking over baffled by what you saw.

“We have a game we wanted to play with you. Each child has a letter on their paper, and the words spell out a message for you. You can guess a letter and if a kid has that letter they will turn it around until you have your whole message. The only rule is that you can not turn around until I tell you to, keep looking at the kids,” she says with a huge smile on her face. “Kids are you ready?”

You are greeted with you kids all yelling yes and giggling, so you decide to go along with this and see where it is going. This has Ryan scribbled all over it, he always loves to surprise you even though you have made it clear you hate them.

“Umm okay? I guess I will guess a R first,” you respond watching the kids.

Three of your little ones turn around their papers, still with huge excited smiles on their faces.

“Okay and how about an S?” You ask.

“There is not an S,” Jamie says.

“I will guess an L this time,” you say.

Two kids in the first word group turn their letters telling you the word is --LL.

“Okay, is my first word Will?” You question.

“Yes, Natalie and Charlotte please turn your letts around for us,” Jamie says. The girls gladly do so excitedly.

You think for a minute with what you have WILL --- --RR- R---? You are trying to figure out what the rest of the blanks are, and honestly so far you arent completely sure quite yet.

“Okay, how about a Y?” You ask and three of your students turn around their cards leaving you with WILL Y-- --RRY RY--?

You are getting close and you think you know what it must be, but there is no way that is what it is. You start to over think yourself.

“I can see you thinking, what are you thinking Ms. Y/l/n?” Jamie asks you smiling.

“I want to say it is Will you marry Ryan, but there is no way that is correct, I mean even if it was he isn’t even home yet to be here to ask, so now I am questioning myself,” you admit, looking at her to see that she has a grin on her face.

“Kids, turn your papers around,” she responds, and they all do. “Ms. Y/L/N, you can turn around now,” She says to you.

You turn around and instantly gasp, Ryan is right behind you, on one knee with a ring.

“So, will you?” he asks you.

He looks beyond anxious as he kneels there looking up at you.

You bring your hands up to cover your mouth which is wide open in shock, tears are starting to build up in your eyes. You know your answer but you are struggling to get it out.

“Say yes,” All of your kids keep yelling at you from behind you, giggling and laughing out of the excitement of getting to watch this and be a part of it.

You smile and nod, unable to get the words out to respond to him. But that is all he needed you to do, that was enough of a response for him.

He stands up to put the ring on your finger and gives you a big hug, happy that you said yes to this.

“I would kiss you but figured I probably shouldn’t infront of all of the kids,: he says making you giggle.

“Always so thoughtful,” you respond.

He pulls away and you look down at your ring, blown away by how beautiful it is. All of your students are cheering behind you.

“Oh there is one more thing,” Ryan says to you.

You look up at the door and see your boss and the boys bringing in a cake and juice to share with and celebrate with your students. Several of the kids parents come in a well to congratulate you and help you celebrate.

Your kids have a blast getting to ask the boys questions about being making music and touring, and also getting to enjoy the cake before the school day ends.

Once they all leave, including the boys, you close the door and pull Ryan close to you that you can finally give him the kiss you’ve been wanting to give him since you saw him. The smile on your face never leaving.

“Thank you, I couldn’t have asked for better way to be asked to marry you,” you say once you pull away. “Also how the hell did you all keep this a secret, Vinny can’t hide anything from anyone.”

“We told him he wasn’t allowed to talk to you until after today,” Ryan said laughing.

“And thank you for saying yes and not embarrassing me in front of a bunch of kids. Now how about we go home and celebrate this ourselves?” Ryan asks you.