#reader x higgs

[savage-rhi]

Higgs. Reader. Fluff. Cute. Soft. uwu. Need cute soft tender feels. Make me wanna puke with the cuteness. This prompt: in a moment where stress and anxiety are running high, the sender tries to ground the receiver by gently guiding them into a hug, resting their foreheads together to steady them.

(Also, please and thank you very much, long time no see 😂)

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Y/N panted heavily on their hands and knees. Tears brimmed the corners of their eyes as they gasped. A series of curses escaping their throat as they tried to stabilize themselves. The shock of a BT almost succeeding in killing them had Y/N a mess. All the hairs on their body stood, and their nerves fired up as if they had already been obliterated by the dark. Y/N was beyond petrified as they attempted to pull it together, but to no avail.

"Hey," A deep voice broke through the ringing in Y/N's ears. They swallowed, tensing up as a pair of hands reached for their shoulders.

"What the hell are you doin' out here darlin'?" The gloved fingertips slowly made their way towards Y/N's face and gently pulled their chin up. Coming face to face with a familiar set of blue eyes.

"Higgs?" Y/N breathed out, surprised that he was out in the middle of a BT infested area. At first Y/N thought him to be a hallucination, but the touch to their face as he tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear had them second guessing. Whatever the case or his reasons, Y/N was grateful to Higgs for showing up.

"Higgs--I can't move. I can't, I'm too scared--the BT almost," Y/N breathed out, their shoulders tensing as hushed murmurs escaped his throat. His arms snaked around Y/N's trembling form, pulling them into a tight embrace. One that radiated with care and a sense of protection.

"Shh, shh, I gotcha." Higgs murmured against the skin of Y/N's forehead. He was gently rocking them back and forth. Much like he had done for fellow porters in the past when he himself was one. Before he became a terrorist. Something Y/N remained unaware of.

"Steady, steady. Alright?" Higgs whispered, his forehead pressing to Y/N's as he watched them close their eyes tight. Their breathing attempting to sync with his own. He could recall when he was a kid, how he had gotten close to BTs and his body reacted violently with panic. As much as he tried to hide it, Higgs's heart went out to Y/N. Understanding very well what they were going through.

"Ya'll got the case of the BT Shock. It'll pass, I promise. C'mon, 'lets get you outta here before those ugly bastards show up again." Higgs coaxed Y/N to rise on their feet. His arms and hands supporting them as Y/N shivered. They leaned against him, hands grasping where they could for fear that if Higgs had slipped away, they too would perish.

Out of the way, and now residing in a safe house, Higgs held Y/N tightly to his chest as they sat on the edge of a bed. He swallowed nervously. Not used to affectionate touch in the slightest. He felt his body wanting to retreat out of self preservation, yet he remained. His forehead once again nuzzled and pressed to Y/N's.

Higgs hated this. The effect one person had on him. How they got under his skin and had him giving a shit. Second guessing everything he had worked hard to accomplish on behalf of his EE, his goddess.

"I ain't lettin' her harm you." Higgs murmured.

Y/N was unsure what he meant by his statement. A tremor ran down through their spine at how serious Higgs's tone was. Nevertheless, it didn't matter. Y/N felt safe again.

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[voidoutbt]

MULES attack!

Reader (gender neutral) x Porter Higgs/Peter Englert fanfic

In which Peter defends reader from MULES, and scares them with his abilities...

No NSFW warnings.

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You knew that your route took you straight through MULE territory. There was no realistic way around it without bypassing the big canyon, which would take far too much time and energy. You didn't have enough space for guns or grenades this time either to defend yourself with, you were going to have to try and sneak past.

As you get closer to their camps, you crouch behind a rock to scan your surroundings. Fellow porter Peter Englert was with you, you were glad for the company. Doing this route alone would be far too stressful, and you couldn't carry all the cargo yourself for this run. He raises a gloved finger to his lips and points, a small group of MULES were nearby but they hadn't spotted you yet.

Your back and knees hurt from crouching but you attempt to carry on doing so until you can get past. Suddenly an orange light washes over you and commotion can be heard. They had scanned your cargo. "Shit!" Peter looks wide eyed at you, "Go, GO, run!". There's no point hiding now. You get up and run as fast as your legs can take you, holding onto the cargo straps at your shoulders for dear life. You attempt to run up the side of the hill, circumventing most of their tents. You panic when you realise that Peter isn't following behind you, he's standing his ground, getting his strand ready to fight.

A spear whizzes past you and impacts into the ground just ahead of you, you just manage to dodge it. He calls after you, "[Y/N] keep going!" as 3 MULES run towards you, another 2 going after Peter. You glance behind you to see him taking one down by hooking his strand over their throat and pulling tightly. His height, being at 6ft3, and his slim build the advantage in a fight like this. Another spear flies past you closely, the MULES now hot on your tail. It strikes the ground and sparks of electricity leap out. You try to jump over it but it zaps your leg. You cry out in shock, your legs feeling like jelly, the muscles spasming. You tumble, losing your footing, the weight of the cargo on your back unbalancing you. Tears of stress and pain sting your eyes as you take a hard fall, rolling down the side of the hill, the MULES now closing in on you. Peter shouts your name and you hear him get punched in the face. Things had gone to shit very quickly.

As you roll to a halt at the bottom of the hill, the heavy weight on your back pins you down. Pain seers through you in multiple places as you cry out, tears running down your face. You look up to see 3 MULES converge in on you, their shock-poles outstretched. In the distance, Peter is still fighting desperately. You hear him roar in rage, and the skies open with heavy timefall. Your auto-hood protects your head and face from the sudden downpour. You feel all the hairs on your arms and neck stand up, like the air itself is electrified. You shudder with a sense of dread, something is coming. As one of the MULES stabs his rod into your ribs and another kicks you, you can do nothing but scream and curl up defensively as they attempt to steal your cargo.

Deep black puddles start to form around you. The MULES look confused. One let's out a horrified scream as something grabs his legs and pulls him down. His fellow MULES try to pull him back as they slip and slide in the heavy downpour. You look on in terror, desperately trying to scramble away. You manage to get on top of a rock as the very ground beneath you seems to turn to tar. Screams fill the air with struggling MULES. You see Peter in the distance, on a large rock, his arms outstretched towards you. Instead of fear, his face is oddly placid, but his eyes burn with a fierce dark rage boiling under the surface, chiral tears roll down his cheeks. His expression scares you. His eyes lock with yours, and you somehow know...This is him. Your eyes won't stop streaming. You shout to him, "PETER! STOP! We need to get out of here! There will be a VOIDOUT!!!" His eyes widen in realisation, the rage subsiding. He lowers his arms, and the puddles gradually dry up, leaving frightened MULES in their wake, running away from you both. The rain slowly stops.

Peter looks exhausted, hunched over panting, his face is bloody. You are not sure if its his blood or theirs. Once the tar has retracted, he runs over to you as fast as he can manage, and falls to his knees beside you. He clutches you, cradling you in his long arms. He pulls you up into his warm and strong but gentle embrace. You wince in pain all over, but have never felt more safe than in that moment, you didn't want him to ever let go. He kisses your forehead and rocks you slightly, whispering "I'm so sorry [y/n]... Its okay... Its okay... I won't let them hurt you... They won't hurt you..."

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For @samfrancis94 @astrandofgold and @pandoratriestowritestuff

Hope you like 🖤💙🖤

[builtonashes]

Lost it All v.2 is up on Ao3!

As it’s a pretty long story I’m not going to upload it here to spare you the tedious act of scrolling to the bottom :D but guys, I’m so happy with the way it is now. It finally feels complete and like I wanted it to read from the very beginning.

I edited the final paragraph and added a few scenes, so everything that’s changed is fitted into chapter 2.

I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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[savage-rhi]

Hi!! 👋🏻 For my request, could you do “Either burn the book or buy me a pizza” with Higgs/Peter x reader? Thank you! ❤️

@astrandofgold you got it boo ;D

Y/N didn't anticipate seeing Higgs again. Nor did they want to. Having a strong disdain for the former terrorist turned hermit. Nonetheless a job was a job, and with the deliveries having slim pickings these days at work, Y/N needed all the credits they could gather.

Y/N assumed Higgs was going to put them through the ringer. No doubt having to do some acrobatic stunt work through Mule territory to deliver packages, an attempt to get them killed so Y/N didn't tell the UCA the terrorist was still alive. Y/N was surprised at how simple the request was. Under the name of Francois Nobel, Higgs stated he needed a porter to help with a burn day. Taking old junk to one of the incinerators within the UCA territories.

The two were silent for the last few hours as they both trekked up one of the mountainous regions to the nearest incinerator. Higgs led the way in a disguise, wearing a plain dark grey cloak with a hood and some dark blue jeans. He had grown out his beard since Y/N last saw him. They had to admit he looked different with the new appearance. Enough to make UCA officials do a double take if he ended up going public if ever.

"Are you going to tell me what we are burning?" Y/N asked.

"Oh, it finally speaks." Higgs scoffed. He chuckled playfully, shaking his head as he could hear Y/N growl. "Best keep your curiosity to a minimum. Member' what I said, you don't snoop around I'll pay you and then some. We're having a truce today. I don't feel like fuckin' with ya."

"If you murdered someone and these are the pieces we're hauling, you better speak now or I'll turn your ass over."

"Turn my ass over," Higgs mocked, amusement in his tone as he briefly turned and looked over at Y/N. "Whatcha gonna do, spin me over a fire like a rotisserie chicken?"

"You're so annoying." Y/N muttered.

"And you're a bitter bitch, but a strong one. I'll give you brownie points for that."

It was the last exchange of words Higgs and Y/N gave to each other, up until they made it to their destination.

A sigh of relief washed over both of them as they unpacked the contents and prepared to deposit the garbage into the incinerator. Higgs activated a service code on the machine inside of the building to open the furnace up, and began haphazardly throwing things into the flames.

Y/N watched as the flames gorged themselves on old belongings. Once upon a time sentimental items from the looks of it. Y/N couldn't be too sure, but they swore they could see some photographs among other papers of importance. They began to follow suit, not wanting to give Higgs an excuse to chew them out. It was when they came upon a small journal did Y/N stop as their fingers rummaged through the pages.

Y/N couldn't make out much of the ramblings, but from the few words and sentences they caught, it looked like a child wrote it. Wanting to see the outside world, imagining the bizarre creatures and people that lived beyond a dark bunker. Something akin to poetry here and there. It was a peek into the world of Higgs when he was a little one.

"What did I tell you about snooping?" Higgs was tense as Y/N shrugged, feigning they were innocent.

"It isn't snooping if my fingers are going through the pages."

"Either burn the book, or buy me a pizza." Higgs said firmly. There was a protectiveness in his tone that startled Y/N as they threw their hands up in surrender then tossed it into the fire. A look of regret crossing Y/N's features as they shook their head, trying to imagine what Higgs was like as a kid. How the hell he got from point A to point B, his present self.

"We're you always this much of an asshole?"

Higgs briefly stopped, looking at the furnace as the pages began to turn to ash. The ink disappearing into the void much like all living things would in the end. Higgs had to pause his thoughts, contemplating heavily on what Y/N asked as memories of his youth briefly danced in his mind.

"No, no I wasn't." He admitted. Almost ashamed of himself. Of what he had become since the time he wrote in that old journal.

"People change Y/N, for better or worse."

"Are you worse?"

Confusion settled on Higgs's features as he looked at Y/N, then smiled shaking his head.

"Let's do a raincheck on that one, shall we?"

[voidoutbt]

Under my umbrella ☔ (Timefall shelter)

Reader (gender neutral) x Porter Higgs/Peter Englert fan fic

Alternative Death Stranding timeline, where Higgs is not a terrorist yet but still an altruist. He doesn't have his Higgs equation forehead tattoo yet. He has DOOMS but is unsure of the extent of his abilities. He works for BRIDGES as a fellow porter (not business partners with Fragile).

In which, reader and Peter have to take cover from heavy timefall under a shelter together...(Part 2, part 1 available on my page under 'Rev it up')

No warnings, only fluffy awkwardness and Implied smut

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The timefall was coming down heavily, you had to hit the trike breaks carefully as you approached the lit up timefall shelter. With a slight wheel skid you come to a halt feet away. As you get off the trike, Peter turns away from you to adjust himself, and coughs. You know exactly what he's doing, and try not to laugh.

You both run under the cover of the shelter. You leave the large barrels of cargo on the trike, but he takes his package with him, keeping it flat and placing it carefully on the floor. Peter plops himself down, back leant against the pole, his long legs stretched out in front of him. You try not to stare at the obvious bulge in his porter suit crotch. He holds a gloved hand out for you to take and motions for you to join him. Luckily the volcanic ground is dry and a slightly dusty red colour, not like the muddy puddles forming around the shelter. His hand grips yours slightly longer than is needed, then as if he read your mind, he retracts it.

Sat next to him, you take down your hood, your hair slightly ruffled and windswept. You catch his ice-blue eyes staring at you, before he follows suit. He still has on his BRIDGES Cap, which he then removes too, running his hand through his brown hair and down his neck, sighing and leaning his head back against the cool metal with his eyes briefly closed. You hadn't actually seen him without his hat on before at work, and you certainly noticed that he was more handsome than you realised. There was something about his piercing blue eyes, his long pointy nose, his lips, his stubble, the way his Adams apple protruded from his throat...your heart pounded. You had to stop yourself from just leaning in and kissing him there and then. You wanted nothing more than to climb over his lap and snog him, to feel and taste him...

The sound of the radio from the timefall shelter broke your thoughts. Peter opened his eyes and chirped up, "Oh! This is one of my favourite songs!" as it began to play 'Don't be so serious' by Low Roar. He grinned at you toothily. He looked so sweet when he was excited about something. You laugh and smile back at him, "This is one of my favourites too!" He started to hum along to it as you both watched the heavy rain fall around you. It pattered loudly on the shelter roofs. You shuffle up a little closer to him, then you rest your head on his shoulder. He stops humming, his breath hitched im his throat from your sudden closeness and he freezes, not knowing what to do. Then he starts to sing, the sound vibrating through his body, "... Don't be so serious... Don't be so serious..." his voice was relaxing, you're taken aback how good a singer he is too. You wonder what else he's hiding that he's good at, under that awkward goofy exterior.

Glancing down at you, he reaches across, going to touch your hair then hesitates, and instead gently taps and rubs your shoulder and lowly speaks, "Am I sending you to sleep?" You hum contentedly, "No... Not at all. I like it." and look up at him. Your eyes lock with his electric blues. For a moment you can almost feel Chiralium energy crackle around you, between you. You had never felt it with anyone, it was like in that moment he was a magnet, there was a spark in his eyes. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming, your eyes drop to his lips, you lean in, your hand moving to touch his chin.

A loud crack of chiral thunder directly above the shelter makes you both jump. Peter looks shocked for a second, eyes wide, breathing heavily. You both look at each other, then he laughes it off, rubbing the back of his neck. He squeezes your shoulder reassuringly and sighs. "Well... Looks like the rain ain't gunna stop. There's a safe house not far from here. We should wait it out until tomorrow." He suddenly seems very sure of himself, hiding a slight smirk from your view. You look down at the fragile cargo, "What about the time sensitive delivery?" He pats it, "What this?... Ah don't worry, it's time is almost up anyway, we won't get any extra hassle from it not being delivered now..."

You don't seem so sure, but trust his judgement, he has been a porter longer than you. You stand and wipe the red dust and grit from your bum. He watches you, eyes lingering on your behind, before hauling himself up. Pulling your hood back up you get ready to run back to the trike, little do you notice the small spark of chiral energy between Peter's hand and the shelter, nor the smiling glance to the sky he makes as you depart.

(to be continued...)

For @samfrancis94 @pandoratriestowritestuff and @astrandofgold

💙💙💙

Song mentioned in story ⬇️

[savage-rhi]

Tired of me yet? 😄

Okay, so, in the “one couch prompts” list is this fantastic banter:

› "how did we end up like this?!” “I think the better question is, how do we get out of this?” “what if we don’t? "

I love it, quite a bit. You already know who with 🖤💛

Hell no :D

Y/N wasn't one to panic. Not usually. Considering the circumstances though, they had every reason to. Higgs and they had been hogtied. The frontal half of their bodies pressed against one another. The MULES that had ambushed the two were hauling them back to their base to reap the rewards.

A million scenarios went through Y/N's head as they tried to wiggle. The action made Higgs groan as he looked at Y/N. They could see his face turn red as he cleared his throat.

"Keep doing that then MULES aren't gonna be the only one's excited darlin'." He teased, a soft chuckle escaping his mouth as Y/N tensed up. They would have given anything to hit him right then and there, had it not been for the binds.

"How did we end up like this?" Y/N breathed out. Their voice was barely above a whisper so the MULEs driving didn't pick up on it.

"I think the better question is, how do we get out of this?" Higgs countered, musing to himself as he scooted a little. He tries in vain to adjust the extra weight of another person on top of him. By all accounts, he should have been scared shitless. Physical touch was something his daddy had beaten out of him not to like, but even Higgs had to admit this was...cozy more or less with Y/N. Though he wished this had been under much better circumstances.

"What if we don't?" Y/N asked, snapping Higgs out of his thoughts as he peered up at their eyes.

"And here I thought you were smart, guess not," Higgs said bluntly, earning a glare from Y/N. Somehow they managed to wiggle enough to fall off of Higgs slightly. He grunted, a part of him missing the contact. Though Y/N was putting a lot of weight now on his abdomen and legs.

Higgs observed Y/N manage to use their teeth to pull a knife from the front pocket on their porter uniform. A grin briefly showing as Y/N managed to find a way to toss it behind their shoulder, catching it with their tied hands, and began to saw away at the binding.

At some point, Higgs hissed as if he was in pain. Y/N having put more weight on his waist.

"What's wrong?" Y/N froze.

"Is that your stiff knife or mine hurting me?" Higgs teased. The mischievous look was enough to make Y/N shake as they rolled their eyes and continued to loosen the bindings.

"Now is not the time to be flirting. Besides, I thought you hate me."

"Hate is a strong word. Intolerable though? I think that's a fair assessment, darlin'." Higgs mused. His eyes lighting up some as Y/N broke free.

"You uh," Higgs wiggled his bindings, the metal making a crackling sound. "Gonna let me off the hook?"

"Now why should I risk my life for an asshole like you?"

"I can make it worth your while, little porter." Higgs winked. "Sides' I got you into this mess. Might as well tag along until I return a deed."

"A terrorist with a conscience? Jesus, what's next?"

"Ex-terrorist," Higgs corrected bitterly, rolling his eyes. "Ya'll gonna help me or not?"

Y/N hesitated, knowing that either way they were screwed. Leaving Higgs was, sure enough, going to incur his wrath later on, but also helping and being associated with a terrorist--ex or not-- would cost Y/N their life's work being a porter.

Y/N could feel Higgs's eyes on them though, and that's when they had their answer. Y/N tucked the knife near Higgs to where his mouth could reach it, giving a pat to his chest as they got up and tumbled their body out of the vehicle. The MULES were too preoccupied with the rough terrain to notice.

Higgs was flabbergasted. He adjusted his body, ending up on his chest as he inch wormed his way to the edge of the vehicle. His blue eyes watching as Y/N waved from afar, the dust from the road fluttering in the breeze. Hee should have been pissed. Enraged even, but Higgs was impressed. A smile crossing his lips as he shook his head.

"Maybe you're smart after all," Higgs chuckled to himself. "And that means you're gonna be useful later."

[savage-rhi]

Heya hun! I was wondering if you would write a Higgs x Reader with these dialogue prompts! A: “You’re questioning my methods.” B: “I’m not questioning them, I’m saying they’re stupid.” annnnnd “Don’t Touch me, we’re fighting.” -sincerely lethalchiralium’s Main blog lol thank you love you bye 🥺💞💕

@avenged-nightmare Hey it’s good to hear from you! Thank you for this request and I hope you like it, honey 💙

Y/N was seething. It took every ounce of willpower they had not to blow up at Higgs for being so inconsiderate and condescending. This behavior was typical of Higgs when it came to the average idiot that stood in his way, but Y/N was offended he finally extended the same courtesy to them, especially unwarranted. Y/N couldn’t for the life of them figure out why. They had done everything Higgs had wanted and then some, even going out of their way to come up with a suitable plan for the next delivery route. One that was solid compared to the likes of the others within the porter unit Higgs and themselves were a part of. 

After the meeting was over, and Higgs dismissed everyone he took notice at how quickly Y/N left the office and went onto the terminal floor. He nearly sprinted to catch up, standing by Y/N’s side as they got ready to work on the conveyor belts that helped the machines sort through packages before the community underground could get a hold of them. 

“Somethin’ tells me you’re pissed off,” Higgs said right off the bat, getting to the point as Y/N rolled their eyes and sighed. 

“I didn’t appreciate you putting me down like that in front of everyone.” Y/N said firmly, letting it be known their feelings were hurt. 

Higgs rubbed the back of his head, unsure of what to say.

“Darlin’, I don’t believe I’ve done anything wrong. I was bein’ straight up with ya’ll. What’s wrong with critique?”

“You’re questioning my methods. All the while you were being pretentious.” 

Higgs raised his brows, chuckling as he shook his head in disbelief before he bluntly stated. “I’m not questioning them, I’m saying they're stupid.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as they tensed, shaking their head and marching off. Higgs meanwhile realized what he had done and slapped his forehead a few times, murmuring he was stupid before taking in a deep breath and running to catch up to Y/N.

“Y/N, okay I’ll admit that was a dick move on my part, Y/N?” Higgs reached out, trying to gently grab a hold of them by the shoulder so they wouldn’t leave the area. 

“Don’t touch me, we’re fighting.” Y/N said bitterly, jerking back from Higgs as they turned around and faced him. Their arms crossed as Higgs’s eyes met their own, sizing each other up for the moment before Y/N could see his demeanor loosen up a bit. There was an apologetic look in his gaze that was a rarity to come across. Higgs never said sorry to anybody, not unless he was backed into a corner and was proven wrong time and time again. He was a great leader but needed more practice in the art of tact. 

“Look, your plan to get everyone through in one piece was grand. I thought it was brilliant, but you royally fucked up on an important bit.” Higgs said, his voice lowering as Y/N swallowed, feeling their nerves spike from how his tone had dropped. He could be intimidating at times. 

“Which was?” Y/N questioned, watching as Higgs sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes darted around as if trying to read words that popped up in thin air. He eventually settled, forcing himself to look at Y/N with concerning features. 

“Keeping your sorry ass safe in the process. You went above and beyond figurin’ out how to keep your teammate's safe venturin’ through BT territory, but neglected your own hide. Either we all survive together, or we all fall together. I don’t want you to forget that.” 

Y/N was speechless. They felt tongue-tied trying to find the right words to convey to Higgs how they felt knowing he gave a shit about them. He may not have been eloquent with his explanation, but his tone said enough: he didn’t want anything bad to happen to Y/N, and it upset him greatly they had put themselves in such a position to be sacrificed. 

“Does that make sense now?” Higgs asked.

Y/N nodded. “So you do care about me?” 

“Pfft,” Higgs made a face then smiled. He reached out, flicking Y/N upside the head. They quickly rubbed at the spot as he looked them over. 

“Of course’ I care. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be on the damn team now would you?” 

“I suppose not.” Y/N said with a nervous chuckle, shrugging afterward. 

“Next time you get angry, don’t be afraid to be honest with me.” Higgs said sincerely. 

“As long as you don’t act like a jackass and put me in the hot seat in front of our colleagues.” 

“Cross my heart,” Higgs said teasingly. 

“I didn’t know you had one until now.” Y/N retorted. 

“Fuck you!”

They both laughed up until Higgs gained his composure and gestured with his head. 

“C’mon, I need your help with somethin’ in the cargo bay. If you’re up to it that is.” He teased, trying to get a rise out of Y/N. He chuckled upon seeing them roll their eyes in his direction, walking alongside Higgs as he led the way. 

“I’m a lot stronger than you think.” Y/N said in their defense.

A soft smile crossed Higgs’s features, but he didn’t say anything. Their comment was exactly the reason why Higgs had chosen Y/N to be a porter on his team, to begin with: they had a lot of potential most overlooked. He hoped that more of it would come out, especially when the merger between his company and Fragile Express would go down. 

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[savage-rhi]

another kind of higgs x reader because hnggggg anyway can you do one with these prompts? “Were you dropped on your head?” andddd “Was I really that drunk?” I’m a sucker for ur writing okay bye love you 💕💞 -lethalchiralium’s Main blog lol

@avenged-nightmare Here ya go hon and thank you for the awesome compliment! (Also psst, your writing is terrific! I love it very much!)

Y/N spent a few hours looking for Higgs. He was nowhere to be found in the porter bunks nor the mess hall of the terminal. They were beginning to grow worried. Word traveled fast that Higgs had one too many drinks and stumbled off somewhere during the night, and much to Y/N’s chagrin, no one bothered to go after much less look for him. 

Y/N was about to give up and call it quits, knowing they needed to head off to their respective job for the day. A crash came from around the corner, venturing into the laundry room of the facility. Y/N carefully trekked down to the room, opening the doors, and glanced around. The only loud noises were from the machines sorting through old clothes, washing dirty ones, and even sewing new uniforms for up and coming porters and the like. Y/N was about to leave, figuring they must’ve been hearing things until a loud groan echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the machinery. 

Y/N followed the noise, coming upon Higgs. A sigh of relief left Y/N’s chest as they took in the sight before them. Higgs was in one of the large laundry baskets, splayed out like he was doing a yoga pose as he groaned. His cheeks were tinted pink and sweat had accumulated over his face. He looked like hell, and the only reason Y/N didn’t panic was due to the big grin that was on his face as they calmly approached him. 

“Higgs?”

“What time is it?” He yawned, chuckling as he tried to force himself up, only to plop back down. 

“Higgs, do you have any idea how you got in here?” Y/N asked, watching as Higgs hummed in thought, then looked up at the large shute and pointed.

“Pretty sure I fell and went splat darlin’,” He chuckled, sounding like a giddy kid. His arm lazily fell back to his side as he snuggled into the fresh clothes. 

Y/N tried to stifle a laugh. Sure, it was amusing seeing Higgs so lax, but he needed to get out of the laundry room and somewhere safe where he could recover without hurting himself. 

“Were you dropped on your head?” Y/N asked sarcastically as Higgs made a waving gesture with his right hand. He made a face all the while. 

“Eh, I think my daddy might’ve done that a few times. Would explain shit.” Higgs chuckled. His eyes carefully watched as Y/N offered their hand to him. He took it without hesitation and slowly hauled himself out of the large basket. Once he was on his feet, Higgs sighed, rubbing his head as he shuddered. He glanced between Y/N and the shute again, amazed he survived the fall without fucking himself up. 

“Was I really that drunk?” Higgs murmured, his playful demeanor turning bitter as Y/N sighed, patting his shoulder as they gently guided him out of the area. 

“Afraid so, but I’m glad you’re alive.” 

“At least someone is.” Higgs scoffed. 

Y/N furrowed their brows, keeping to themselves until Higgs and they made it to the porter bunks--Higgs taking the lead and guiding Y/N to his room as he unlocked it with his security clearance card he had on the side of his uniform by his belt buckle. 

“You’re not normally like this, Higgs.” Y/N said as they followed him into the room. It was small, with a bunker, shower, and a few other essentials. Higgs collapsed onto his bed, letting out a content sigh as he put his arms behind his head and smiled.

“I was never normal to begin with darlin’.” 

“Obviously.” Y/N snorted, getting a chuckle out of him. “You don’t normally drink. I was wondering if something got to you.”

Higgs sighed, closing his eyes for the moment. Based on his body language, Y/N was about to apologize and leave so he could nap properly until Higgs gestured for them to come over. Y/N sat beside him on the bed, bouncing a little from how soft the mattress was as he gazed up at them. A sadness lingered in his eyes as Y/N tilted their head curiously.

“Higgs?” 

“Do you think I’m---” He hesitated on the words, making a face as continued. “Do you think I’m less than?” 

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” Higgs paused, trying to collect his thoughts. There was a big reason he went drinking last night, and his stomach churned in a painful knot from having gone on a bender. “I heard some porters talkin’ shit. Normally, nothin’ gets under my skin but--I guess I broke down, my last delivery went to hell in a handbasket so the flood gates got turned’ loose.”

Y/N shook their head, glaring not at Higgs, but was angered at the situation. Y/N was one of the few people in the porter unit he could be honest with, and it hurt hearing how wounded he had sound. Higgs didn’t elaborate further on what was said, but knowing how creative some of their associates could be, Y/N’s blood boiled on his behalf. 

“You’re far from being less than. Sure, you’re kind of a dick at times, but who isn’t around here?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Higgs chuckled, his eyes looking over Y/N as they continued. 

“They’re probably upset because you got recognized for your leadership skills from the boss. That’s all it is. You’re better than them and it scares those assholes.” 

Higgs smirked a little, feeling some pride swell in his heart but alas it faltered as he sighed. Y/N’s words couldn’t patch up the feelings he had, but it was something he clung to. He carefully pulled Y/N down beside him, curling up against their back as he held them close. 

Higgs’s actions shocked Y/N as they remained still, feeling how warm he was against them. Higgs was never the cuddly type despite being playful, and Y/N wasn’t sure of what to make of the situation. 

“You must be having a worse hangover than I thought.” Y/N chuckled, trying to settle their nerves as Higgs laughed softly. 

“Stay with me for a while.”

“I have work in twenty minutes.”

“Since when did you ever follow the rules down to a T?” Higgs countered.

Y/N shrugged, knowing Higgs had a fair point. They carefully turned around in grasp so Higgs and they were looking at each other face to face. Y/N and Higgs smiled at one another while Y/N tucked a strand of his hair out of his eyes. 

“Why did you pull me into bed with you, really?” Y/N asked. 

Higgs, afraid, and put on the spot, swallowed as he tried to put on a brave look to save face. Being vulnerable wasn’t his strong suit. Showing weakness was forbidden in his mind. Even when he was drunk last night, Higgs wore his pride like a badge of honor despite how terrible he felt inside. As much as he tried to fight it in front of Y/N, Higgs realized he was losing the battle. At least with them, he could try to be more open. 

“Cause’ I feel safe when I’m around you.” Higgs murmured. “And you’re more than some associate to me.”

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