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caesium-55 · 2 months

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—seven days. [ iii ]

pairing: max verstappen x manager! reader.

summary: as the third time world champion, max verstappen's manager, you function on the belief that whatever max verstappen wanted, max verstappen shall get. but this time, after four years of working as his manager, you can't give him what he wants anymore and that was to stay.

author's note: hi hello welcome to part three. i flunked the quiz. lemme know what you think. NOT BETA READ. NOT EDITED. this chapter kinda sux. can't believe i went through a breakup just last week and i still cant write decent post-breakup scenes.

tags: @whatamidoingwithmylife-ramdom @eugene-emt-roe @bellezaycafe @barnestatic @theseerbetweenus @wcnorris @notyouraveragemochii @lpab hope i didn't forget anyone.

masterlist.

you: *sent a link*

him: ?

him: what's this

you: benefits of crying

you: read it it's enlightening

him: some people do not cry over a breakup you know and that is totally okay

you: why crying helps.

you: 1. tears release toxins, stress hormones to be specific. it is good to let all the bad energy out.

you: 2. it aids sleep. no need for further explanation.

you: 3. crying releases oxytocin and endorphins. i know you don't know what an oxytocin or an endorphin is but they're happy chemicals.

you: 4. crying helps you receive the support you need from the people around you. EMOTIONAL VULNERABILITY is okay, max. stop treating it like an STD.

him: it feels like an std

you: pussy

you: emotional vulnerability is a thing and it's normal so stop trying to be a big strong man when you're barely holding it together.

you: you may look fine now but i know you

him: please stop

you: no

you: 5. crying has a self soothing effect. very nice actually. it activates the rest and digest system.

him: what even is that

you: the parasympathetic nervous system

him: ??

you: this is why you shouldn't have dropped out of high school

you: education is important yknow

you: youre already lacking in three forms of intelligence, academic, emotional n social intelligence

him: fuck you im smart

you: fuck you 2 and yeah you're smart but only in geography

you: you probably can't do your taxes

him: im dutch so the company's account department do it for me by default

him: the american system is just weird

you: cant argue w/ u there

you: also, 6. crying helps restore emotional balance

you: see? you need that

you: yknow now that i think abt it you should consider seeking therapy

him: what makes you think i’m not in therapy right now

you: well have you considered getting MORE therapy?

You stand in front of the body mirror, holding the Red Bull polo shirt against your body to see how it looks on you for one last time. On your right sleeve, the word MANAGER is written in bold, white text. Because that was what you were. Just a manager.

In another universe this is not the shirt that you’d be wearing. The MANAGER would have been ENGINEER. In another another universe where your family has been well-off enough to continuously send you to karting school and you would have been the one driving the fucking car by now.

You know, if Max has even tried talking to Horner and suggested that you should be moved into the engineering team, then you wouldn't be stuck wearing this god-awful polo that burned your skin every time you wore it for work. Everybody reduced you as Max’s American manager and because you are American, most of them kind of just assumed that you're dumb, you know?

Does the world even know how smart you are? That you graduated top of your class, got the best thesis award, and that you had finished your masters just this year? Did they even know that a Japanese car company wanted you on their research team? That a NASCAR team wanted you on board as one of their engineers? Does Max even know?

Fuck no. He only knows that you're the best at ironing clothes and organizing his Google calendar and memorizing his entire coffee order by heart. He knew you're good at extinguishing kitchen fires and kicking ass in YSL Opyum heels. You doubt he knows that you can do Calculus in your sleep.

You can take it if the world puts you down for your appearance. But if the world puts you down because of your intellect? That's a different story. You'll take any insult to the face but not to your intelligence.

You have four days left in Monaco so you have begun packing already. You're right, everything did fit into three suitcases. Also, you haven't told Max yet. For some reason, you’re too anxious. Which is shocking to say the least because you never ever gets anxious when it came to Max Verstappen. You wouldn't have lasted this long working alongside Max if you were a pussy.

Max Max Max Super Max Max—

“[Name] here. Need anythin’, champ?”

Hearing a sob on the other end of the line immediately activates your fight or flight response. Your eyes widen and you toss the Red Bull shirt aside. Your legs leads you to the nearly empty shoe rack stationed beside the front door, grabbing the pair of shoes at the very top of the tiny shelf and throwing them on.

“I’m comin’ there. Hang on, Max. You wait for me, okay?”

He doesn't answer, just continuing to sob and the sound absolutely breaks your heart.

You run to his penthouse at a speed that will even put the RB19 to shame. Not even bothering to knock, you barge in and yell his name in the empty halls of his penthouse. You search in the kitchen. He's not there. The living room. Not there either. The room where his simulations are. Not there. You run to his bedroom upstairs.

The door is locked. Dammit. Panic overflooded your system.

“Max, sweetheart, you there?”

No answer, but you can hear a faint sound behind the door if you press your ear against the wood. Firefighter training covered how to open a fucking door when it was locked so this once again becomes a situation where you're grateful that you did that tiring and borderline suicidal volunteer work.

Max keeps a fire extinguisher inside his penthouse as per your advice. There is one stationed in almost every room inside his house. You knew there is one inside his room and another one just at the end of the hallway. You make a quick run for it and once you have the extinguisher in your hands, you run back to his door.

“Step away from the door!” you instructed while your mind mentally calculates your payment plan as you hit the door knob with so much force, the walls tremble at your strength. You're functioning on pure adrenaline. Your instincts only yell one thing and that is: go to Max. No one and nothing in this world will keep you from him. It isn't long until his bedroom door broke down. With one last final kick, it crumbles down from its hinges and you forcefully pry it open and sprint inside.

Max tucks himself in the tiny space in the corner of his huge bedroom, his knees shoved up to his chest. A 181-cm tall man trying to make himself as small as possible.

This is it. This is the bottled-up emotions he's been storing since Abu Dhabi. You cannot say you have not anticipated this. Max is bound to explode sooner or later.

Panic attacks have made a home in Max’s body since he was a child. That's what one gets when they’re parented by someone like Jos Verstappen. He killed Max’s soul and made the boy a machine and for what? To shape a child into a man, a racer that he wanted to be but failed to become at the cost of Max's mental health and childhood.

When Max looks up with that heartbreaking look on his face, you almost crumble. Almost, because you cannot crumble. Not when Max needs you.

Sometimes, you forget what it took for Max to become the champion that he is today. A childhood sacrificed for his dominance on the tracks. A whole lot of hatred from the people to become a WDC. And now, a love lost for his third consecutive championship.

“You came,” his voice cracks towards the end.

Your eyes soften, “You called, Max. Course I’ll come.”

You barely brace yourself for the impact that is Max’s body wrapping around yours in a tight hug. The man have literally launch himself from the floor to you at sixth gear speed. You stumble backwards slightly, holding his bed for support so the both of you won't fall down.

“Max—”

“No,” he whispers and his grip on your tightens as if he's afraid that you’ll slip away if he even tried to give your lungs space to breathe. “Don't speak. Stay.”

What Max wanted, what Max would get. So you shut your mouth, shuffle slightly so he'll be in a more comfortable position and allow him take whatever he wants from you. This will be the last chance he’ll ever do it anyway because in four days time, you’re flying to Texas.

You stay for what is probably hours in that position. Crumbled together on the floor, leaning against the side of Max’s king-sized bed. Your shirt is completely damp from his tears but you cannot even bring yourself to care about it.

“Your shoes…” It's the first time Max has spoken since the start of his meltdown.

“Hm?” you turn your head and your nose nuzzles against his hair, making you scrunch it up a little. His hair is tickling your nostrils. If you lean a little forward, your lips will meet the skin of his temple.

“They’re mismatched.”

Brows furrowed, your eyes move to your feet and see that Max is right. Your shoes are indeed mismatched. On your left is one of your Adidas slides and the other is your slip-on Skechers. You ran from one building to another in mismatched shoes. Fucking embarassing.

“Ignore them.”

Silence.

“You good now?”

“No.”

“Okay,” you say. “If you want to talk, I’ll listen.”

You hear Max let out a shaky breath, “Just stay for a while. Don't leave me alone.”

“Okay.”

Eventually, you manage to talk Max out of the hug. You're beginning to feel claustrophobic but you do not want to say it out right so you try to negotiate instead. That's how you and Max found yourselves inside his kitchen again. You're trying to replicate your Abuela's cheesecake, which she was known for back in Austin, and Max is…well, he's Max and he’s trying to be helpful in any way he can. If it's some other day, you'd have shoved him out of the way because you prefer working alone in the kitchen. Having eyes on you gives you anxiety. But given today’s circumstances, you do not have the heart to make Max leave so you task him with doing the little stuff like mixing things and throwing shit to the trash can nearby. And he does so splendidly.

“Thank you, by the way.”

“For what, baby?” You internally wince at your own slip of the tongue. Damn that habit of yours of calling people with affectionate call signs. Thankfully, Max seems to have not noticed it.

“For coming here.”

You shrug.

“I only did what you did for me in 2021.”

Again, your breakup with Leo was bad bad. You spent a month crying for a love lost and Max was there for you. For the most part, at least. You want him to focus on winning and winning alone that you pushed him away a lot of times but you appreciated how he was more obedient to your commands, that he held his tongue so he wouldn't piss you off even though he was not liking your words, and that he was considerate of you.

“I hope you won't go into fights though,” you chuckle. “Like I did after my breakup.”

He smiles, shaking his head lightly and you know he's recalling the memory. 2021 is a hilarious year for you, the Red Bull manager. You went viral after getting into a cat fight with a girl and a whole fist fight with her boyfriend.

You and Leo called it quits a week before Monaco and even though it had been four races since then, your heart was still in a quite fragile state at that specific race weekend. One minor inconvenience was enough to ignite a wild blaze of fire within you and nobody could extinguish the flames.

After Silverstone FP1, you were leading Max to the cool down room to brief him with Horner’s relayed instructions and someone had thrown a glass bottle towards the both of you while walking. Originally, Max was the main target of the bottle but you happened to have moved towards the line of trajectory and the bottle landed on your temple, hard enough that you stumbled upon impact.

You barely heard Max’s shocked gasp and shout of panic over the sound of glass shattering on your foot because the only thing you could register was the terrifying feeling of a thick liquid trickling down the side of your face and you didn't even need to see it to know it was blood.

The only thing you saw was red and it was on fucking sight.

Fucking Hamilton fan. Fucking Hamilton. He’s in Max’s way. He’s in your way. He’s the wall that was dividing you from your dream position in the engineering team.

You shoved the iPad you were holding to Max’s hands and marched down to the woman wearing the Merc #44 merch, swiftly jumping over the barricade and grabbing her by the collar of her pristine white Versace top.

The events that followed were too fast. You grabbed her collar. She pulled your hair. You also pulled her hair. Someone pulled her away from you. You tried to grab her, clawing her bare arms with your manicured nails. She screamed. You screamed back. You pulled out some curse words in Spanish as well because cursing her in one language alone is not enough. Her boyfriend appeared. A quick punch to your cheek. You fell to the ground.

The world stood still. There was a sting on your palm because your skin got torn from the hard surface of the concrete ground. You let a bloodcurdling war cry and your Dad would definitely be disappointed at you for using the boxing techniques he taught you for self defense purposes only to fight a guy two times your size.

Everything was a bigger blur from there. But you did remember the sensation of Max’s strong arms around you, stopping you from lunging forward again. He was saying sweet words to your ear to calm you down but your brain failed to intercept them so you could hear the words, could hear his voice, but not understand any of it. You remember Christian Horner's disappointed face that haunted you even two years later. You remembered feeling so terrified as you sat outside Christian Horner’s office waiting for the final verdict while he and Max and a few of the Red Bull higher-ups argued about your future with the team. You remembered hearing Max’s loud snarl on the other side of the mahogany door: “Did you see her face?! There was blood everywhere! On her nose, on her mouth, on the fucking side of her head!” You remembered the girl taking the case to court. You remembered fearing that you’d be sent to jail. You remembered that she lost the case because it was ruled as self defense and your injuries were grave. You remembered discovering that it was Max who used all his power and got the best lawyer to fight your case. You remembered the atmosphere in the Red Bull garage shifting when you entered it a few weeks later and everyone stared the bandages and bruises. Everyone thought one thing: of course, it would also take a monster to manage a monster like Max Verstappen. You remembered Lewis Hamilton, seven-time world champion, apologizing personally for the fight caused by his own fan. He didn't need to but he was so sincere with it that you cried when he handed you the apology flowers. God, how could you even hate this man? Your anger towards him was misplaced.

You’d been living with the guilt ever since, that you were horrifyingly violent for a day, that you were capable of killing for a day. And it could happen again. One day. God, you hoped you wouldn't have to see that day. You knew all your coworkers have been careful with angering you ever since. They're terrified of you even. Max should be, too. But then again, why would he when he already saw the horrors done by his father’s hands ever since he was a child? He was used to it.

“I won't,” he says, smiling at you. “I wouldn't want to add anymore problems for you to clean up.”

But you will not be the one cleaning it up because you resigned. You didn’t tell that to him though. Not right now. He just had a meltdown over Kelly leaving him and the news of his manager leaving him too will destroy him.

The cheesecake is a little burnt when you take it out of the oven but it actually adds more flavor to it so yeah, that's a win.

“We should drink,” you suggest.

“It’s mid-afternoon.”

“We drank at mid-afternoon yesterday,” you give him a blank stare. “With Alex and Charles, remember?”

He doesn't say anything as you make your way to his fridge and pull out two bottles of beer. Max has champagne stored somewhere but you have enough of those expensive champagnes. You need beer. Beer is good. Beer is nice. You're a beer type of person and it is time Max becomes one, too.

“I’m no scientist,” you begin, biting off the beer’s bottle cap. “But according to chemistry, alcohol is solution.”

Well, technically, edible alcohol or ethanol is not a mixture. Rather, it's a pure substance that happens to be a liquid at room temperature and typical atmospheric pressure. Pure ethanol is not a solution. Hard spirits though? That's a solution.

Beer is not a hard spirit. It's more of a fermented drink. But Max doesn't know that, though, so you don't bother explaining the science behind it.

Somewhere down the road, the two of you move to his living room. You use the Youtube app in his TV to search karaoke video and have the bestest time of your lives. You're screaming along some Daddy Yankee and El Alfa songs and Max doesn't know how to speak Spanish so he’s just vibing to it.

At 5 PM, you pull out Max’s expensive vodka bottle. Now this is the real shit. The ten bottles of beer? Those are just pregame. Max is already drunk with just those because he’s a pussy but you’re no pussy, so the only right answer is vodka! Viva la vodka or whatever.

Your throat gets tired of singing and Max gets tired from dancing, too, so you both decide to just go entertain yourselves in other ways. First, you introduced Max to beer-pong. He loses, of course. He sucks at everything not racing. Then, the two of you move onto chess. Max gives up mid-game. He cannot understand the rules. Then, lastly, you move to the billiard table Max owned. He only used it when the other guys are over and you do not even know why he bought it when he sucked at playing billiards.

“You know what Kelly said the morning before the race?” Max suddenly says and you look up at him, brow raising slightly. He’s drunk; his skin is flushed and he is all giggly and smile-y as he sits on the billiard table’s side rail and using the billiard stick as some sort of support stand to keep him from falling. You hope he won't accidentally poke himself. You're no better, too. Ten beer bottles and a few glasses of vodka. But you’re not as drunk as Max, and you still have a straight vision and you can still sink the colored balls into the pockets of the billiard table.

“Hm?”

“That it was unfair for her.”

You raise a questioning brow, “Why?”

“I bought shoes and they don't fit her.”

You blink. He laughs at himself as if he has uttered the funniest joke in the world.

“Three years of relationship gone because of a single pair of shoes,” he continues. “She wanted those shoes, too.”

Kelly….what the fuck?

“But that's okay. She….She made me open my eyes, you know? She made me realize what I truly love.”

“Racing.” It's not even a question. It's the truth.

Max stares at you, long and hard, and you look away first because you fear that if you allow yourself to stare too long, you’ll drown in those beautiful blues. This is enough heartache for the day. No need to add more.

“Hey [Name],” he begins. “If I asked you to kiss me, would you do it?”

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 months

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Okay so I absolutely ADORE 'The Bucket List' and was wondering if you would consider writing a 'what happens next' with Grace and Charles? Those two NEEEEEEEEED a happily ever after!

Pwetty pwease?

Five Years Later || CL16

A/N: I never planned for Grace and Charles to be together, but they are each other’s support. Warnings: labour and delivery WC: 1.9k

The Bucket List || Death Scene || Two Years Later || Bucket Moments

“Maman, it’s time,” Charles rushed, a little breathless over the phone.

Pascale almost dropped the phone as she clambered out of bed and knocked on Arthur’s door. He had stayed the night to help entertain Angel who was asleep in Charles’ childhood room and he startled awake at the intrusion. “Get the car, it’s time.”

“It’s time?” Arthur echoed excitedly before rushing to get his car keys and wake up Angel. She didn’t seem too impressed to be woken up before dawn but she soon bounced excitedly when Arthur told her it was time to go.

“How is Grace doing?” Pascale asked Charles as she got herself ready to leave.

Charles looked at Grace who was pacing around his living room, one hand pressed against her lower back, her face pinched in pain, while the other hand cradled the swell of her belly.

“She’s doing amazing, but she’s eager for some pain relief.”

Many people thought the relationship between Charles and Grace was strange. They weren’t together, yet they were never far apart. They were like two broken branches grafted back into the same scarred tree. The parts that were missing could never be replaced, but they realised that their company was better together than being alone.

That was why she was the only one he could trust to be the surrogate mother.

Between all the medical procedures, Charles hadn’t really remembered that you froze your eggs to save them from being damaged by the chemo. The plan had been to use them when you were better, but when that didn’t happen Charles thought they would go unused. It was only a letter that arrived on the fifth anniversary of the procedure that reminded him, with an update of the egg's health status. It had taken a few more months before he plucked up the courage to talk to your parents about it and then ask Grace instead of a stranger.

“We’ll see you at the maternity ward,” Charles said with a wince as another contraction drew a pained groan from his friend. The retired world champion had known exhaustion, but after a night of supporting Grace to labour in his apartment he had a new appreciation for what it really meant.

Everything had been planned and prepared for this day so Charles was ready to bring home his little boy. His room had been painted a pale pastel blue and was decorated with picture frames so he would always recognise your face as his mother watching over him. A white sleigh cot was set up against one wall with the best baby monitor money could buy. Opposite it sat a set of drawers that held more baby clothes than he could ever need and beside it was a fully stocked changing table with newborn nappies stacked high.

Charles grabbed the hospital bag from the table and slung it over his shoulder before going to Grace. He grabbed her phone and drink bottle from the coffee table and turned off the calming piano music she had been listening to before helping her swollen feet into her slippers. “Ready?” he asked softly as he offered his elbow to keep her steady.

“Mhmm,” was all she could muster.

Though he had healed a lot in the years that had passed, more so once meeting Angel and Grace, there was still a pain in his joy when he thought that it should have been you carrying his child. Charles liked to think that he still felt you there with him through all of it, the milestones and scans, and that it wasn’t all in his head.

There was a bowl of cool water that Charles had been using to wash the sweat from Grace’s forehead but he didn’t bother to tidy it up before he left, same with the half empty plate of snacks she had tried to eat between contractions. His sole focus was on getting Grace to the hospital as quickly and comfortably as possible.

Charles knew you would have been proud of the effort he went to in learning everything about pregnancy and newborns. It felt like he had bought every book and watched every youtube video, as well as attending the local Antenatal Class. He admitted it was hard to attend the class when everywhere he looked were happy couples excited for their first child. Grace had smiled and squeezed his hand, as always, knowing exactly how he was feeling.

“Chosen his name yet?” Grace asked as she eased into the front seat slowly, straining to fit the belt around her large belly.

“I’ll know when I look at him,” he said with a shake of his head. He had a dozen names that he liked but he wanted something that suited him so he would wait a few hours more before deciding. “It has to feel right, you know?”

Grace gripped the door handle and the edge of the seat as another contraction began. Her eyes watered and her deep breaths shuddered for a minute until it passed and she sighed with relief. “Angel was meant to be Frangelica, but when she was born it just didn’t match.”

Charles laughed as he tried to picture Angelique with any other name. No, Angel suited her just right because she had saved him the day they met.

The streets were quiet as he took the turns slow and smooth, winding his way through the city that was barely beginning to wake as dawn approached. Thankfully the hospital was already expecting him and they had a wheelchair ready as he pulled up.

“I’ll be right behind you,” Charles promised before parking the car and rushing up to the maternity ward. He skidded to a stop outside the only door with voices and Grace lay on the bed in a gown.

“I’m sorry, you’re too far along for pain relief,” the midwife said as she draped the sheet back down. “Baby is already starting to crown. You have done so well, mama.”

“Oh, I’m not the mother,” she said as Charles stepped into the room, casually clearing the situation up with a smile. “I’m a surrogate for Charles.”

There had been a comment made by the media early on in the pregnancy when news broke, that Grace would try to be the mother once the baby was born. It would have been a lie to say Charles didn’t think about that possibility, but Grace had her child with the love of her life, Gabriel, and had long decided she would never have a child with another man - she felt it would be a betrayal to their memory. This child was yours and Charles, and your memory would live on through her.

“That’s beautiful,” the midwife said with a reassuring smile as she turned her attention to Charles. “There’s a spare gown in the bathroom, you can change into that if you want to have skin to skin bonding once baby is born.”

Charles had read that skin to skin contact helped newborns bond with their parents and he grinned as he stepped into the bathroom. He had never changed so fast as he heard Grace’s pained cry but the midwife was calm and talking gently as she morphed the bed to a seated position.

“You are doing so well, Grace. You might feel the urge to push with the next contractions, just do what feels natural, okay, hun,” the midwife, Ann, as her name tag read, encouraged. “I’m just going to hit the call button but there is nothing to worry about, it’s just to have an extra set of hands because it looks like the little one is making a quick arrival.”

Charles wasn’t even aware that Grace’s gown had fallen away until he saw her stomach tighten around the undeniable shape of a small body and she clenched her teeth together, dipping her chin down with a guttural cry. He had to remember to breathe as the midwife encouraged Grace to push, then rest.

“Okay, this is the one, we need one last big push,” Ann guided. “I know you’re tired but you can do this.”

Grace’s hand nearly broke Charles’ as she squeezed with the push and then the little boy was there. An exhilarated gasp escaped Charles as he saw his son lifted upright, his face purple before he took his first gulping of air and rattled out a cry after filling his lungs. Colour quickly returned to his cheeks and another midwife wrapped him in a warm towel.

“My boy,” Charles laughed as tears rolled freely down his cheeks and he looked at Grace. “Thank you.”

“I would say anytime, but-” she choked out a laugh and settled back into the pillows before another contraction began.

“What’s that?” Charles asked. He had a pair of scissors in his hand that another midwife had given him to cut the cord, but suddenly he panicked thinking there was a twin.

“Just the placenta being birthed,” Ann assured him, a smile teasing her lips like she was often asked the question with the same worried tone by fathers. “You can cut now, just here.”

Charles’ steadied his hand and found he underestimated how tough the cord would be, before gripping the scissors tighter and snipping through. “Can I…hold him?”

There was a bustle of activity as the mother midwife and a nurse made Grace comfortable, but Charles was fully focused on the tiny bundle that Ann carried towards him. “Take a seat, papa.”

Charles grinned at the new title and took a seat, opening the gown over his chest so she could place his son onto the warmth his body offered. Already, there were tufts of dark hair on his head and Charles brushed his fingers over it feeling how soft they were. His son blinked at the touch, squirming against the lights before settling against Charles’ chest and looking up.

Your eyes. Those were your eyes, set above Charles’ nose. Those were Charles’ dimples appearing on his cheeks beside your lips. A brilliant balance of his and your features wrapped up in a baby born to be loved. His lips parted silently, as if he were experiencing the same sense of awe that Charles did. It was the same look he had seen on your face as you watched the dawn rise and the light chase away the dark when you couldn’t sleep.

“Lucas,” he murmured as he delicately stroked his cheek and stared in amazement at the wonder he held. Lucas, it had been one name he liked because it meant bringer of light. It felt as if the flaking chips from his rusty heart were falling away with each second he held his son, and beneath the damage and decay it shined anew.

“It’s perfect,” Grace agreed with a tired smile.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Enjoy this moment, Charles.” She seemed wistful for a second. “Before you know it they are walking, then running, and there’s no catching them then. Promise me you’ll enjoy this moment.”

Of all the people, he didn’t need reminding of how cruel time could be. But he had learned how to cherish the time he had, it was the last and the hardest lesson you had taught him.

“I promise.” His promise was to Grace, his promise was to Lucas, and his promise was to you. He wouldn’t waste a second of his life, not now that he had the most precious gift to live for.

#charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic

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vampiric-tempt · 6 months

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❝ [a normal cat...] ❞

✦ oneshot : raiden x catshifter!reader

╰ ➤ fluff, gn reader, implied smut, nudity

(♡) synopsis: raiden trained in dedication at the wu shi academy and the academy's cat always seemed to follow him everywhere. He never thought much of it until one day, the cat turned out to be something else as a naked and rather extremely attractive person, sat on his lap where the cat previously was.*ੈ✩‧₊˚

a/n: Oml this was so fun to write! I hope you guys enjoy this story and yes, there's no full on descriptive smut in this so sorry hehe

༉‧₊˚✧Raiden's hand ducked under the table, handing you a piece of his breakfast while the champions talked. You happily accepted it and meowed at the man which caught the attention of the others.

Johnny raised a brow. "That cat's always around, huh. Who does it even belong to?"

"Does it matter," Kenshi spoke up, clicking his tongue to catch your attention. You smiled and decided to indulge in his actions, walking over to brush your head against his hand. "What if it's just a stray who likes to wander this area? Either way, I heard the monks take care of them. Their name is Y/n, I think."

Raiden smiles, looking down at you. "Y/n seems to enjoy our company."

Kung Lao scoffs. "Yeah right! They nearly bit me yesterday, I think they like you the most Raiden."

"You think?" He says, innocent eyes gleaming as he watched you trot back to him.

The champions then continued to eat their breakfast, making sure they were ready for another day's training while you sat yourself amongst Raiden's lap. His hand would brush against you and feed you bits of food every now and then. You could say you were being selfish, taking advantage of your cat form just to get close to your crush. But it quickly ended when Liu Kang announced that training would begin. You couldn't help but glare at the god. Raiden carefully picked you up, petting your head before walking toward the training grounds. Unfortunately, as you tried to follow him out the door, Liu Kang's foot blocked your path.

"Y/n," He gave you a stern look, almost like a parent scolding their child.

"What?" You whispered back.

"It's rather immature for you to be doing this. When will you introduce yourself to them normally?"

You huff, sitting down with an obvious annoyance portrayed by your tail. "I just don't wanna, plus, Raiden won't give me as much attention as he does now."

Liu kang rolls his eyes and lifts you up. You unwillingly let him, ears tucked back. "You're just like your previous self." He sighs.

"Oh really, how was I like in the prior timeline?"

"Obsessed with Raiden and always clinging to him." He says with amusement. "I thought maybe you'd be more tame this time, but you're exactly the same."

You chuckle. "Y/n's always gotta be Y/n."

"Unfortunately." Liu Kang smiles, carrying you over to where the men were training. He held you in his arms while observing the champions stances. You felt proud watching how attentive Raiden was in his movements. He was very dedicated to his role.

"Have you decided on who earth realm's champion will be?" You ask.

Liu kang hums, his own hand brushing along your fur. "I have decided, yes. But I'd rather keep it to myself until the time arrives."

You nod in understanding, turning your gaze back to the champions, eyes glued to one in particular. He was the sweetest man you've ever laid your eyes on. You could remember clearly when Liu Kang first arrived with the initiatives and your heart thumped. It was like love at first sight and because of it, you feared of showing them your human form, especially to Raiden.

You snapped out of your thoughts noticing the orange hue of the sunset. "Has time truly passed this quickly?" You questioned to yourself.

Liu Kang then placed your small body back onto the ground. You look up to him and he tilts his head in the direction of Raiden, a small smile on his face. You stuck your tongue out at him and quickly padded your way after him.

Raiden hadn't noticed you following him, your small paws making it extremely difficult for him to hear you, but you halted your steps as you saw him turn into the path that led straight to the Wu Shi hot springs. Your mind quickly flourished with many thoughts of Raiden's physic and you suddenly felt light-headed.

"Should I follow him? Ugh I'm such a creep. What will he think if I showed him my human form? Would he still like me?!"

You cursed under your breath, tiny paws taking slow steps one after another until you arrived to the hot springs. And there he was, his chest and lower half submerged in the hot liquid. Your mouth went dry as your cat like eyes stared at him. He was completely unaware, head tilted back with his eyes shut, a small smile on his face as he let out a satisfied sigh.

You slowly approached him, knowing damn well all he had was a white little towel around his waist to cover him. Your paws dapped the water, testing the temperatures before entering. Even though it was shallow, your tiny body felt as if it were a lake. Tiny paws swishing in the water to keep you afloat.

Raiden's eyes flickered open, seeing you swimming in tiny circles. "Y/n?" He calls. "I thought cats didn't like water." He chuckles.

You meow, because what else could you possibly do without freaking him out.

He then moves forward and your brain short-circuits. "Oh lord, oh lord, his body!!!" You internally squeal. His hands wrap around your tiny frame and pulls you close to his chest and your eyes were stunned. "Why did I do this to myself!"

He cuddles you into his chest, content with relaxing in the hot springs with you, but you were having an internal war in your head. Dirty thoughts swarming and torturing your mind.

In a panic, a soft poof sound erupts out of nowhere, pink smoke enveloping the entirety of the hot springs.

Raiden coughed a little, swatting away the strange pink smoke until the place had finally cleared. He placed his hands back on what he assumed would be the cat but was met with a bare. . . human chest. His hands now on someone's waist rather than a cats.

Your eyes met his and silence filled the area aside from the noises of the nightly critters. You gulped, fear consuming you as your legs were around Raiden's thighs, hands on his shoulder. "H-hi." You say nervously.

Raiden in complete shock, trails his eyes from your head to your waist and then back up at you. Quickly, his hands fly to his sides and his eyes shut. "I'm sorry!" He yells. "Um- who are you, if you don't mind me asking?" He questions, eyes still screwed shut.

"Y/n." You say feeling awkward about the whole situation, but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away.

"T-the cat. . .?" Raiden's eyes hesitantly open back up, quickly training them to only look at your face.

You nod. "I'm friend's with Liu Kang. . . I was supposed to introduce myself when you guys got here, but I never did- properly at least."

Raiden nods his head slowly and purses his lips. He was doing everything in his power not to get a boner from the way your ass was sat atop of him, a mere white towel separating you two.

"Umm," He looks away. "It's nice to finally meet you then, Y/n."

"Yeah same. I wasn't supposed to transform just now though. . ." Your voice trails off. "Perhaps a malfunction. . .?" You whisper to yourself, brows furrowed in thought.

Your eyes quickly shoot to Raiden's as you feel his hands place themselves on your hips. He gives you a sheepish smile, before guiding you off of him and standing. "I'll get you a towel, please stay here." He bows quickly and rushes off.

You watch him, eyes looking at his ass for a bit before your palms slap your flushed face. "God, I'm such a creep!"

By the time he came back, he helped you out of the hot spring and covered you up with the towel. You noticed how he had his attire back on besides his jacket. "Here," He gestures the fabric toward you. "It's going to be cold on the way back."

Your eyes flicker between the jacket and him, gingerly taking it from his hands and draping it around you. "Thank you." You look away in embarrassment.

Raiden smiles. "We should had back, it's late."

You agree, both you and Raiden walking back toward the academy grounds. You felt a little guilty as Raiden stood out in the cold, shirtless. It was a peculiar situation, you and Raiden casting each other glances without each other knowing. Raiden had to admit that you were extremely attractive and he never thought his mind would be addled with such lovey dovey scenarios. Perhaps in his younger days, but now? He had never pondered on such things till he laid his eyes on you.

Raiden cleared his throat. "Should I walk you back to where you stay?" He asks.

"No it's okay. I'd rather you get back first, after all I'm technically of higher status. I must make sure the champions are taken care of, then I'll head back to Lord Liu Kang." You say, head turning to look at Raiden. Raiden had his brows furrowed in thought and it worried you. "Is something wrong Raiden?" You ask.

He hesitates for a moment. "I um. . . you're relationship with Lord Liu Kang. . . is it-"

"We're just close friends, nothing more. Why? Are you looking to start something?" You tease him a little, your confidence growing as you grew more comfortable in your human form.

Raiden raises his hands up in embarrassment. "No no, I mean. . . it does sound nice. You're very attractive and I- nevermind. I'm rambling, sorry."

You chuckle and notice you guys arrived to Raiden's room.

Raiden lets out a disappointed sigh. "I'll be seeing you then?" He says.

You shift in your spot, hand gripping onto his jacket. Your eyes shifting to the distance and then back to Raiden. You so badly didn't want this interaction to end, craving more time with the kind man.

"If it's not too much. Perhaps I could stay the night?" You nervously looked to him and his eyes widened.

His hand scratched the back of his neck, a creeping blush upon his features. "O-of course. You can definitely stay the night!" He says a bit more excited than he intended to.

He opens the door for you and you bow walking through. The scent of his room filling your nostrils. You smiled seeing how organized and clean it was.

"Someone knows how to take care of themselves." You give a halfhearted laugh.

Raiden chuckles. "I try, afterall I'm just a guest here."

You hum, sitting yourself on his bed. You were going to unzip Raiden’s jacket but halted, realizing that all you had was a towel to cover yourself without it. Raiden seemed to notice your concern and blinked in thought. "Sorry, maybe we didn't think-"

You were quick to cut him off, raising a hand to silence him. "It's okay. . .if you're okay with it. . ."

Raiden gulps. "I uh, yeah. I'm okay with it." He says, eyes watching how you began to strip yourself to nothing. And boy did Raiden keel over at the sight. You smirked and gestured your head to him, waiting for him to shed his clothing too.

By the time both you and Raiden settled on the bed, it was evident that it was not going to be a simple sleepover. Your body quickly going over his. “I might be selfish, but I don’t think I wanna just sleep here.” You whisper, ghosting your lips over Raiden’s. Your hand trailing up his arm to his neck.

Raiden’s eyes looked down at your lips, eyes now half-lidded, his breath becoming more heavy at the sexual tension. “I don’t think I just want to sleep either.” He says, hands massaging the sides of your body, his hardened dick swelling with need.

And your lips were on each other, hands passionately exploring each other's bodies throughout the night. The room was filled with the sounds of passionate sex, two lovers eager to discover more about each other and please each other beyond words as the night went on.

However, the next morning was extremely hectic as Raiden was swarmed with questions on what he did last night- hickeys littering his neck and collarbone.

Liu Kang slowly turned his head to you in your cat form with the biggest smirk a cat could ever have.

"Y/n." He calls your name in a serious tone.

"Yeahhh???" :3

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auras-moonstone · 9 months

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could you write something about jack and shy!reader where they’re working on a romcom together and she’s very closed off with him bc she likes him and he’s always going to her trailer to hang out despite her being very quiet

okay so i may have reached a new level of cheesiness with this one shot but i kinda love it??? hope you do too🫶🏻💓

the tower at midnight — jack champion

word count: 2,394

pairing: jack champion x shy!fem!reader

summary: jack and y/n are working on a rom-com together. because of her shyness and crush on him, y/n is really closed off and jack is determined to change that.

WHEN Y/N AUDITIONED FOR THE ROLE OF ANNA IN THE NETFLIX ADAPTATION OF ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS, she would’ve never ever—not even in her wildest dreams—imagined that the boy who played Étienne St. Clair (the love interest) would be Jack Champion, her celebrity crush.

Jack knew he had soft spot for her from the moment they met, at the cast presentation/meeting. Y/N had been standing awkwardly by the door because, just like him, she had arrived earlier than the rest.

“Hi, you must be Y/N” he gave her a wide smile, showing his perfect teeth and cute dimples. Y/N couldn’t believe he was even more perfect in person.

“Hi… yes” she shifted awkwardly. Her nostrils caught the scent of his strong and sweet cologne, and she instantly became addicted.

“I’m Jack! Nice to meet you! I’m really excited to be working with you” Jack’s voice was the complete opposite of hers—loud, excited, confident, steady.

“Thanks, me too” she sent him a soft smile, which was enough to send Jack’s heart beats on a marathon.

“It’s your first acting role, right?” he asked, interested in knowing more about the girl. Y/N nodded shyly. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll do amazing! I know it can seem very intimidating, but you’ll be okay”.

“Thank you” Y/N smiled gratefully. She was completely entranced by him, by his kindness and by his warmth.

“What are you listening to?” he asked, eyeing the earphone that hung from my neck.

“Um, the Mamma Mia soundtrack” she replied, cheeks red as she offered him one of the earphones. He beamed at her, and accepted it. They both sat together in comfortable silence, humming to the ABBA songs as they waited for the rest of the cast.

JACK THOUGHT THAT BY THE PASSING DAYS, Y/N WOULD WARM UP TO HIM AT LEAST A LITTLE. But he had been totally wrong, she even became more reserved than the day they met.

He only heard her voice when they were doing a scene, and it was weird to see the contrast between them when they were playing Anna and Étienne—two friends who were clearly into each other—and the real Y/N and Jack—two people who didn’t interact at all behind cameras. It was like living two lives, and Jack liked what he felt with Y/N when they were doing a scene together. Her eyes held a certain spark when she looked at him, and she blushed so prettily and her soft voice was just so enthralling… she was a great actress and Jack was beginning to think he was really not acting the attraction towards her at all.

Little did he know, Y/N wasn’t acting either. She liked him, a lot, and wished she wasn’t so shy because she really wanted to spend more time with Jack when the cameras weren’t near them. But Y/N knew she would make a fool of herself, and would be extremely obvious about her feelings, and weirding Jack out by her little crush was the last thing Y/N wanted. So, she stayed in her own little bubble while she enjoyed his company during the interactions between Anna and Étienne.

But Jack was not going to let it stay like that. And, one day, after they finished a scene, he followed Y/N to her trailer.

“Hey, do you mind if I stay with you?” Jack asked as she opened the door.

Y/N looked surprised “No… it’s okay” she said in a low tone. Jack smiled and held the door open for her. “Thanks” she muttered, her stomach squirming. He really was perfect.

There wasn’t a conversation at all. And one might think that would’ve been awkward as hell, but it wasn’t. Y/N felt comfortable, and Jack enjoyed her company even when they didn’t talk at all. So they did the same the next day, and the following one, and soon it became their little religion.

Y/N wondered why he kept going—not that she minded, of course. But he could spend his free time with other cast members who actually talked to him, and instead Jack sat in complete silence with her for minutes, not even attempting to make a conversation. She couldn’t help but ask.

“Why do you do this?” her question surprised him, and he paused the game he was playing on his phone.

“What?” Jack asked confused.

“You know, sit with me everyday, when I’m the most boring person to hang out” her voice was little.

Because I like you, he was tempted to say. But he didn’t want her to run away “You’re not boring. Sometimes conversations are overrated, you know? And it feels nice to hang out with you, you make me feel at peace”.

Y/N blushed. No one had ever said that to her ‘make me feel at peace’. Most people left her alone when they got the memo that she didn’t want to talk. Jack didn’t. “I… feel the same about you. I’m comfortable with you, and it’s… funny to watch you furrow your eyes when you are struggling at your game” she admitted, letting out a small laugh.

Jack’s smile appeared almost as a reflect. She had no idea how much he liked her “And I think it’s funny how you squirm whenever a kissing scene comes up in your book”.

Y/N’s body grew hot. “I just like when the characters finally kiss. I get invested a lot”

“Have you read Anna and the french kiss before the adaptation was announced?” Jack asked.

The girl smiled, she loved talking about rom-coms. “Of course. It’s one of my favorite romances. In fact, it enters my top five”.

“Oh, let’s see. Tell me your top” he asked, moving to sit next to her.

“At number five, Kisses and croissants—which like Anna, is set on Paris—, then The Happy Place—it’s really heart wrenching but it’s so good—, The do-over—I love it, it’s very original—, Anna and the french kiss—I absolutely love the whole Paris exploration and the romance and friendship between Anna and St. Clair is impeccable… and then, my absolute favorite is-“

“Wait! Drumrolls” he interrupted her, before making the sound.

Y/N laughed “Better than the movies, of course. Best romance I’ve ever read”.

“Oh, I know that one! I’ve been fan casted as the main character” Jack said.

As if I didn’t know, she said internally. He was the perfect Wes Bennet, and now that she actually knew him, she couldn’t deny it. “I know” she confessed.

“Really? What do you think?”

“The fans clearly make a good point” she said. How was he getting her to talk so much? She never felt like that towards someone. When she was around Jack, she wanted to make conversation.

Jack saw how passionate Y/N was about books, so he hold onto that topic. He loved hearing her voice, and her enthusiasm. “Tell me about this character. I’ve never read the book”.

And so Y/N talked about Wes, about how similar he was to Jack. And said boy was on cloud nine, not only was Y/N talking to him, but he was complimenting him. Well, she complimented Wes, but she mentioned lots of times how he and Jack were literally the same person—so the compliments were towards him too, right? And he loved it.

THEIR DYNAMIC COMPLETELY CHANGED EVER SINCE THAT DAY ON THE TRAILER. Jack noticed Y/N had grown more comfortable and confident around him, though she did have moments of shyness—especially when he threw praises at her. That’s another thing that changed: Jack wouldn’t pass the opportunity to shower her with compliments. The first one had slipped out of his mouth, she just looked so gorgeous on that skirt and top, that he couldn’t shut up. At first, he cursed at himself thinking it was going to make her uncomfortable, but then she blushed and gave him a little smile and Jack knew he had to tell her at least one nice thing every day. He realized that flattering her was his favorite activity, and he was very addicted to her reactions.

Maybe it was all in his imagination, but he had the feeling that Y/N liked him back. The blushing, the glances, her little stiffness whenever he got too close—it could be just her shyness, he knew it, but the hopeful part of him told him it was more than that.

“Y/N/N?” he interrupted her reading. That was a new activity they had—Jack asked Y/N if she could read him ‘Better than the movies’, and she couldn’t say no when he pouted. So she read to him during their breaks at the trailer.

“Yes?” she looked down at her lap, where Jack’s head was resting.

“Are you doing something tonight?” he asked.

Y/N frowned “No, why?”

“I just realize, we are in Paris and we didn’t get to explore much. Just the places we have filmed at, and it sucks because it is such a beautiful city”

“So…?”

“Right. Well, I was wondering if you wanted to explore with me tonight. We leave the set earlier today, so it’s a great opportunity. We can have dinner, and then visit some touristic places” he tried to speak confidently, but he was practically screaming on the inside.

“Yes, that sounds really nice, actually” she nodded, not thinking much of it. Jack cursed at her calmness, guess she didn’t understand he was actually asking her on a date.

“Great. It’s a date” Jack said, paying attention to her reaction. Her jaw fell open, and the grip on the book loosened letting it fall to her lap—or Jack’s face to be exact. “Ouch!”.

“Shit. Shit. I’m so sorry, Jack” Y/N apologised, body turning warm with embarrassment.

“You could’ve just said no, you know? Didn’t have to hit me with your book” he joked.

“No, no. I want to… I want it to be a date” she said softly. “Did I hurt you?” she touched his nose carefully.

“Not anymore. The pain is now long forgotten” Jack said looking her in the eyes. She turned her head away, they were too close and he was making her extremely nervous “I love it when you blush, did you know that? I… I like you”

“I got the hint ever since you randomly started to tell me compliments every day” she confessed.

“So you knew that I liked you?” Jack asked surprised. She nodded shyly “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Y/N shrugged “I’m not good at making the first move”

“Well, I am” he smiled smugly, leaning closer to her. He was going to kiss her. She had even closed her eyes, waiting for the feeling of his lips. “No”

Y/N opened her eyes in confusion “What?”

“You like romance, don’t you?” Jack asked, she affirmed with her head “We are in one of the most romantic cities in the world and you’re a fan of romantic comedies. Wouldn’t it be a shame if we have our first kiss in a trailer when there are so many beautiful places where we could have it?” he left Y/N completely speechless. “I’ll pick you up at 8, gorgeous”.

Y/N swooned. This guy was taken out of a romantic novel, there’s no other explanation.

WALKING AROUND THE CITY OF PARIS WITH JACK FELT LIKE A FAIRYTALE. They bought a disposable camera and took pictures of everything—when they went to The Louvre, to Le arc de Triomphe, the Luxembourg Gardens. And now, they were at their final stop before heading back to the hotel. Of course, they had to end their little exploration with Paris’ most iconic monument—the Eiffel Tower.

“Holy shit” Y/N said in complete awe. It was completely dark—as it was midnight already—so the tower shone brightly. The warm flashing lights of the monument reflected on Y/N’s starry eyes and Jack was completely taken by the view—her, of course. “This is completely mesmerising, Jack”.

“I know” eyes never leaving her eyes.

“Excuse moi” the voice of an old woman interrupted them. Y/N turned around and smiled warmly at her. She asked something in french that Jack couldn’t understand, but Y/N nodded and took the phone the woman held in her hands.

Y/N took a picture of the lady in front of the tower, and smiled at her as she handed the phone back. The unknown female looked at Jack, who was watching them with a grin, and said something to Y/N that made her blush and laugh.

“What did she say?” Jack asked curiously when Y/N came back to his side.

“She said that you were very handsome and that we make a great couple” Y/N admitted, smiling lightly but not quite looking at him from embarrassment.

“That was a wise woman, then” Jack smirked. “I didn’t know you spoke french”

“I studied it at school, so I can speak it quite well” she told him.

“Can you say something to me in french?” he was dying to hear her voice in that accent.

Y/N turned around to face him and, with an air of confidence, she said “Tu es le plus beau garçon que J'ai jamais vu. Je t'aime beaucoup et je suis amoureuse de ton sourire et de tes beaux yeux”.

With his jaw almost reaching the floor, his eyes roamed from her eyes down to her mouth, completely bewitched by the sound of her voice and the movement of her lips. He didn’t recognise one word that she had said, yet his heart felt like jumping out of his chest.

“Wha-what does that mean?” he whispered breathlessly.

“I said… You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. I like you very much and I’m in love with your smile and your beautiful eyes”

“And-and how do you say ‘Can I kiss you?’ in french?” he asked, fingertips caressing her full lips.

“Je peux t'embrasser?” she answered.

Jack smiled “Yes, of course you can”

Y/N laughed “Dork” she whispered before pressing her lips against his.

Y/N didn’t quite know how Jack manages to make her feel absolutely fearless. But she was in love with the feeling, she was so in love with him that she might stop breathing. She was in love with his cheeky smile, his sweet disposition, his understanding self, his silly jokes, his touch and his loving gaze, and now, one hundred percent, with his kisses.

“I’m in love with you too” Jack said against her lips.

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: every summer on your grandpa's farm was real-life magic to your younger self, who left a piece of her heart in amber valley when the years went on and the town became nothing but a faint childhood memory. soon enough, you become rocked by his death and realize the dead end in your bustling city world. this leads to you making an abrupt decision.

despite knowing nothing but designer purses and the corporate ladder, you uproot your entire life to take over your grandfather's old farm in the town you were desperately trying to remember - alongside a familiar face from your youth that permanently finds his way into your heart.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jungkook/reader 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. inspired heavily by stardew valley, friends to lovers, childhood friends, cowboy jungkook, small town alternate universe, slice of life, grief, growing up, mutual pining 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 4.6k 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. writing fluff has drained me prepare to only feel pain from this point on

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ix. the routine

like many residents in the town, the saloon eventually became apart of your regular weekly routine. you found yourself in a booth every weekend, not necessarily to wind down with a drink on each visit, but to enjoy the company of those around you. after hitting the commencement of your mid-twenties, you lacked a ‘third place’ and a community you could lean on.

“can you guys pay attention? this is the call to adventure in the hero’s journey,” yoongi snapped, interrupting a poorly hidden conversation between jungkook and namjoon. the two ceased talking in a way a child caught by their mother would.

similarly, the saloon served its purpose as a third place to your newfound friends. you learned about a book club hosted bimonthly by yoongi, which you were encouraged to observe, in hopes that they would gain a new member. there was a regular karaoke night, which jimin was apparently the reigning champion of, with the highest score seen amongst patrons. then, there were people like taehyung and seokjin, who came regularly to just participate and engage in whatever was going on that night.

hoseok, as the manager of the pub, made every other friday fun with themed nights. tonight was salsa night and apparently, he did not warn yoongi of this, who also did not inform hoseok that book club night was moved.

“i can barely hear you!” jungkook defended himself, hands in the air.

you’d been smiling and nodding the entire time in oblivion yourself, as the rapid dance steps and salsa music drowned out most of your surroundings. at least someone spoke up, you just wanted to be polite in consideration of yoongi’s invite to the club.

to your left, seokjin was dancing with mrs. oh, who was the middle-aged lady that owned the general store where jungkook worked. he originally arrived as a member of the book club, but was swept away by the addicting beat of salsa. he’d spent the last 10 minutes trying to convince the group to join in.

“are you guys done now?” seokjin called out, having watched yoongi shut his book in frustration.

namjoon nudged yoongi. “let’s postpone today’s meeting!”

you laughed as yoongi made a dismissive gesture, which was cue for everyone to disperse from the corner that the club occupied. the others stood up, presumably to either grab a drink or join in on the festivities. meanwhile, namjoon tapped your arm when you rose, indicating for you to wait.

“just wanted to check in to see how the farm’s going,” he began. “you know, our families have been close for years, so you’re basically family, too - even if i wasn’t around much during your time here before.”

you got a sense that namjoon had his head on straight and while grounded, seemed so much bigger than the town. those around you seemed to respect him a lot. his kind attitude showed you why.

“it’s a work in progress,” were the only words you could use. “i’m very lucky that my mom was looking over the property after my grandpa passed and even more lucky that jungkook was also looking after it.”

namjoon’s raised eyebrows as if this was the first time he was hearing about this. “oh, he was? dang.”

it was kind of sweet to think about - jungkook sneaking around to take care of the place out of the goodness of his heart. amidst that, though, it seemed like there was a lot on his plate, so you brought it up to namjoon.

“yeah, he has jiwon and jiwon’s a good kid, but she’s still a kid to look after. of course, no one wanted to see her split up from jungkook and she would have likely been sent out of town to be matched with a foster family,” he sighed.

a few weeks prior, when jungkook first showed up to your front door to fulfill his promise of helping you fix your windows, is when you first began wondering about jungkook’s home life and where jiwon was. you also learned that day about how selfless he really was.

summer vacation was in full swing by that june morning, with the sun beating you to a pulp and the only thing on your mind being corn season. that, and the anticipation of a handsome man expected on your doorstep at any given moment.

your day begun at five a.m, but you made your best efforts to not let that show by ensuring your appearance was kempt prior to your visitor’s arrival. after tending to your morning tasks, you soon received the text that jungkook was at the front, as you were elsewhere on the property. specifically, you were fighting for your life attempting to close the garage shut. yet another repair needed to be addressed.

hey, i’m out back. give me a few.

it took twenty minutes out of your morning to shower and change into clothes that didn’t smell like cow shit because you didn’t want to look like a mess in front of jungkook. all for it to get ruined getting sweaty from putting all of your bodily strength into a broken garage door. there was no way you were going to admit you did all of that - though, you did mentally prepare yourself when you sent your reply to his text.

a few minutes passed and you could make out jungkook approaching you from a distance. you waved, even though you wanted him to stay put and not walk all the way around. the sight of him briefly reminded you of when the two of you used your grandpa’s farmland to play hide and seek, running across the same fields you stood on.

“oh, i should’ve warned you about that,” jungkook started, putting a slight jog into his step as he came closer. “that garage door broke just before your grandpa passed.”

you made an exaggerated, wide-eyed expression. “broken? oh, i was just fighting the door for fun, what do you mean?” you made sure your glare intensfied when he laughed at you. “would have been great to mention before i lost years of my life trying to close this thing.”

“sorry, bunny,” jungkook replied, as he stepped past you carefully and put a hand on your arm as he did so.

he looked up at the door from the inside and smiled thinly. you mimicked his moves, trying to make out at what exactly he was inspecting. you knew farm and you knew finance, but you certainly did not know anything about repairing things.

“how did my grandpa get the tractor out if this door has been broken?”

“crop production lowered in recent years because his body couldn’t handle as much. it was a low priority repair because we used the smaller one parked out by the front shed,” jungkook explained. “honestly, it’s quick fix, just looks like the cable and rollers need to be replaced.”

you shrugged it off and checked the time. “well, this is a problem for another day.”

as you began walking off, jungkook followed you with the same pace. you genuinely did not want to have another to-do item in your sight before you were finished with the rest of the day ahead of you. a list dedicated to repairs was an idea that you’d been toying around with, but you were afraid of how overwhelming it was going to be.

“not to rain on your parade, buuut on my way, i noticed that your coop’s fencing might need to be replaced.”

it was as if he read your mind. you would’ve been frustrated, but the irony was too funny to ignore. you did notice the fencing and it was definitely already on your hypothetical repair list. as a response, you only grunted and moved along.

as you led him back into the house, the two of you made small talk. it was still odd to you, picking up a friendship where you left it off from thirteen years ago. the dynamic seemed to ease up, the more time you spent together, but you had to remind yourself that it was indeed thirteen years since you last saw jungkook and that meant thirteen years of catching up.

“so, are you off work today?” you asked, as jungkook brought in a toolbox from the porch.

jungkook set his tools down by the front shoe rack, rolling up his sleeves slightly. “kinda. i don’t really have a set work schedule, i’ve just been helping out mrs. oh whenever she needs me. i did tell her i would be busy this morning, though.”

you met remembered the oh family from when you were younger and they always gave you and jungkook free ice cream and twenty bucks each when you cleaned their store’s front windows. mr. oh was a high-ranking military general and mrs. oh owned the town general store since taking it over from her mother. their youngest son was born the last year you had visited amber valley as a child.

“their kid is old enough to man the front counter, huh?” you joked.

he chuckled. “yeah. he’s in that weird pre-teen phase, though, acting like he’s cooler than everyone and anything. he used to hang out with jiwon all the time and now his new best friend is his ps5.”

“aw, poor girl.”

“right? too bad, hope he grows out of it. you know,” jungkook paused, glancing at the picture on the wall, “they reminded me of me and you.”

the picture was of you, no older than eight, in faded overalls and the toothiest grin. it was untouched when you moved in and must have been framed sometime after you stopped visiting the town, having not recognized it when you came in. you didn’t have the heart to move it, knowing your grandpa put it up while you were gone.

you weren’t sure what to say. “i hope she’s a better behaved kid than you were,” you remarked teasingly.

“i was an angel compared to you,” jungkook shot back, rolling his eyes. “but, yeah, she’s a great kid. hardly gives me trouble. besides, anything i’ve ever needed help with? my friends, the oh family, mayor kim - i got the best support in the world.”

pride and gratitute were intertwined in jungkook’s voice, as if he watched back the last six years before his very eyes. you couldn’t even imagine what that could have looked like. he was so young, just two months younger than you, and the idea of having the responsibility over a child at your age, much less younger, was unfathomable.

you didn’t want to push the subject of jiwon too much, knowing the circumstances, but you were appreciative of how jungkook allowed himself to open up to you. you leaned on the wall, listening to him talk about his little sister and it was clear he loved her very much.

“you’re lucky to have that kind of community around you,” you said.

“it’s your community, too, now.”

you didn’t realize it, but you soon had spent a good chunk of time talking to jungkook, as he began the process of replacing your windows. there were other things you had to tend to outside, but the conversation flowed so naturally. at some point, you brewed a fresh pot of coffee and handed a mug to jungkook, interrupting his installation of what he explained was exterior stop moulding.

you were nodding your head, listening to him explain his employment situation with the oh family. “that’s real nice of you.” although jungkook had a very flexible schedule, he essentially helped with the operational portion of the store that mr. oh used to cover before he was first deployed overseas.

“thank you for the coffee - anyway, they did so much for me when i first started taking care of jiwon, of course i would lend a hand.” he took the hot cup gratefully, cautiously taking a sip. “mr. oh hasn’t always been overseas, but even when he comes back, it’s just my full-time job at this point. they pay well and mrs. oh watches jiwon when i need it.”

you replied, “if you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing before you worked at the store?”

when you were little, jungkook had always been academically gifted. he loved books and always used to brag about how he got better grades than you did. you always thought he was the type to leave amber valley and find success elsewhere.

“honestly, there wasn’t really a ‘before,’ bunny. it kinda just went from me being in high school to me having to look after my sister. i worked part-time with jimin’s family when i was a teenager, sorting fish bait, if that’s what you mean,” jungkook was trying to be light-hearted, but you felt bad.

he noted your silence and said, “remember when we were kids and we promised to go to the same university when we grew up? and you’d show me the city instead of me showing you the valley?”

“that was the plan,” you sighed. you nearly forgot about that and you could vaguely recall a pinky-swear being attached to that promise. “maybe there’s a universe where that happened.”

in a phone call sometime earlier with your mom, she casually joked that she always thought that you and jungkook were going to get married. she and his mom made that bet when you were kids, mirroring the competitive spirit passed down to the two of you. you tried imagining falling in love with jungkook on campus - study dates in the library and sneaking into each other’s dorm rooms, all while being academic rivals in the lecture hall.

the man in front of you was neither the jungkook in your youthful fantasies or the little boy that collected seashells with you. nostalgia and daydreaming were dangerous things that couldn’t be trusted. just like you, he grew up.

eventually, you declared yourself a distraction and excused yourself from the living room to take care of the rest of your chores. catching up was nice, but you thought it would be better to take it slow. checking in on jungkook every half hour, it was early in the afternoon when he was finished replacing both sets of windows.

the sun was still unforgiving and the humidity was no different. the air conditioning system in your house was mediocre at best and there was a stand fan right where jungkook was working, along with two in the living room. you came in to offer jungkook another water bottle when he excitedly showed you his finished product.

“not bad, huh?” he folded his arms across his chest.

you observed his work and shook your head, impressed. “more than ‘not bad,’ jungkook. the new panels look amazing - thank you so much. i really, really appreciate it.”

it was hard to believe that he installed brand-new windows in such a short time span and the contrast was especially stark, given how old the broken set was. you’d been prepared to pay him for his work, but he warned you earlier that he would “beat you up” if you did so. something about revenge for spending years throwing rocks at him.

he grinned, as he began gathering his tools. you were a bit sad, which confused you until you realized why. however, you decided that this unresolved attraction would best be dealt with on a day where you didn't waste almost two hours talking to the man in question. you still ended up deciding this while staring at the way his tattoos looked against his flexed muscles.

“so, i’ll come by again for the fence?”

“wait, what?” this question snapped you back into reality. the fence? you remembered what jungkook pointed out upon his arrival.

he looked at you, seemingly feigning confusion. “yeah, you said you’d let me fix the fence.”

“no, i didn’t. are you messing with me?” you narrowed your eyes at the way he slowly blinked at you.

“yeah, you said i can come by sometime in the middle of the week.”

there was no way you promised such a thing. “you brat, when did i say that?”

the conversation diverted your attention away from the way jungkook quickly bounced up and was opening the front of your door. he waved you goodbye and that he would text you before you could even process it. you made a beeline from the door, but that man was a damn fast walker.

“have a nice day, y/n!” he yelled from afar and you could hear the laughter jump out in his tone. he knew what he was doing.

from that day on, you continued finding yourself in the whirlwind that was jeon jungkook. it’d been a few weeks and about two days in each week where jungkook has paid you a visit with a different excuse of a repair to “help” you out with. though you knew it was bullshit, the crinkle at the corner of his eyes everytime he greeted you at your front door showed that he knew the same.

there was a silent agreement between the two of you that no one paid attention to when it was just the two of you in the farmhouse. even though you would have refused back and forth had jungkook actually asked if you wanted help, you took anywhere from one hour to a couple just talking to him. one of the times, he insisted he check the condition of your chimney for you. this occasion was more than obvious for the both of you, as you sat on your grandpa’s stiff, old porch bench the entire time and didn’t seem to mind.

the routine of jungkook helping you out on the farm was getting dangerous. when you packed up all of your worldly possessions and abandoned your old life, you promised yourself that this was a new chapter for yourself. there was never a man in the picture or the end goal and the last person you thought it would be was the little boy that you once called your best friend.

on the third day of jungkook’s mission to use your grandpa’s property as a level of house-flipper, you made lunch for the both of you.

“it’s really not a big deal, i ate before i came here.”

jungkook was busy smashing a rail into place with a mallet when you approached. you clutched your cardigans a little closer to yourself, as the wind outside took aback. you looked up and silver clouds muddled in the sky. it was hard to tell because of the lack of sun, but it was nearing two p.m.

“you came here in the morning!” you huffed, tapping your feet.

it was a great deal of confidence in your chest for you to think that no one was more stubborn than you were. as much as you deflected help from jungkook, you were certainly beating his level of persistence. at this point, you would just have to shove food into jungkook’s mouth for you to take it over the top.

he made an exasperated sigh. “bro, i forgot how annoying you can get.” even though jungkook stood firm with “helping” you with repairs, he was no match for your insistence.

“let’s go - chop, chop.” your voice was dry, as you took the hammer from his hand yourself.

you turned to place the hammer back into jungkook’s tool box when you felt the first kiss of a storm on your bare legs. the sky never lied. you tilted your head up to meet the clouds again, but this time, the rain was sharp and doubled, then tripled. you heard jungkook call out your name from behind you.

“this doesn’t look good, let’s go,” he said, taking the denim jacket tied around his waist. the cold sensation lightened on your back and you realized it was because he was holding the jacket between the two of you, with his right arm pulling you to his side and his left arm enveloping your body.

a clap of thunder interrupted your daze. you wondered if amber valley always stormed like this in your childhood or if you only embraced the happy, sunny parts. the town lived in your memories surrounded by dazzling waters and a rainbow, just like everything else did when you were nine.

you tried keeping up with jungkook’s pace, but your legs were failing. “can you slow down?” you panted.

jungkook couldn’t help but snort aloud. “if this was a zombie apocalypse, you’d be dead right now.” when you stomped on his foot with intention, he finally relented and slowed down for you, laughing when he did so.

the chicken coop was on the other end of the property from the farmhouse, so you were struggling for several minutes trying to make it back. the whole time, you and jungkook continued laughing at one another and cracking jokes. it made you momentarily forget your surroundings of a growing storm.

the two of you stumbled onto the back porch, up the steps and nearly fell on top of each other. jungkook tightened his arms around you when he saw that you were about to miss a step and you let out a breathy “thank you” through your giggling. he shook his head and dropped his grip when the two of you made it under the gable roof. you shivered when he did so.

“you didn’t check the weather forecast?” you wheezed, checking to see if your phone was in your pocket.

jungkook defended, “neither did you, genius.”

you two paused for a moment, before bursting out into laughter again and you looked out to see the unrelenting rain. when you looked back, you wondered if jungkook was standing this close to you the entire time. you also wondered if he could tell that you were trying not to look at the way his wet t-shirt clung to his body. daring to meet his eyes, you nearly choked on your own breath when you saw that he was looking at you, too.

his gaze lowered and then he cleared his throat. “well, that’s too bad. i was making good progress,” jungkook also turned to stare at the grey skies and flashes of lightning.

“i guess you can just come tomorrow.”

the statement surprised even yourself when it left your lips. jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, before nodding slowly and the corners of his lips quirked to form that charming, gentleman smile. you couldn’t help but turn around to hide your own smile, instead telling jungkook to stop standing outside like an idiot. the agreement was no longer silent.

x. the posters

around your newfound friends, the dynamic between you and jungkook never changed. it did leave less room for tension, though, and you saw more of the upbeat, heart-of-gold jungkook that he displayed for the rest of the world. despite that, some caught on faster than the others.

“if i knew you guys were going to bicker the entire time, i would’ve just asked someone else. seokjin literally offered. or, actually, i’m pretty sure that even jiwon would have been better than the two of you. doesn’t matter if she can’t reach up that high.”

the day prior, namjoon asked you if you and jungkook wanted to help him put up posters around town for the midsummer fair. it didn’t occur to you to question why he asked you for jungkook’s presence, but you ended up roping him into it anyway. unfortunately for namjoon, the two of you ended up arguing the entire time.

“but, i’m right. aren’t i, namjoon?” you prodded. “jungkook’s idea is horrible!”

jungkook shrugged. “why? it’s eye-catching.”

“there is no way anyone will agree to dressing up as a clown to hand out fliers. we’re going to scare the kids away.”

“tell her otherwise, future mayor kim,” jungkook said to namjoon, who groaned.

the reason why namjoon was tasked with the promotion of the midsummer fair was simply because his father told him to. it was a town event and he was always expected to lend a hand to whatever his dad needed him for. it seemed like every time he had to do something, it was all performed with reluctance.

“oh, god. don’t start, you have no idea what speech my dad gave to me earlier today about ‘being a leader,’” namjoon shook his head.

you furrowed your brows. “oh, are you planning to run for mayor soon?”

“definitely not,” namjoon instantly responded, not an ounce of hesitation in sight. “i have a master’s degree in fine arts, the last thing i want to do is be a politician.” the laugh namjoon gave was hollow.

“what we would all do to not be trapped here,” murmured jungkook and you almost missed it.

your gaze met his and quiet smiles were exchanged. there was an air of comfort grounding the two of you, now that you knew the weight behind those words and jungkook’s sacrifices. you did, however, miss the way namjoon caught this shared smile and turned around, keeping it to himself and letting the moment remain between you two only.

xi. the dancefloor

during salsa night at the saloon, jungkook seemed to be in every corner of the room except yours. it had been a few days since you last saw him, with his latest excuse for the farmhouse being chalking on your silo’s roof. you didn’t even know what that meant, but you stopped arguing the same way he stopped insisting that you didn’t have to make him food. instead, you began texting him about what time he was coming, while he began taking leftovers home, since you always “accidentally” made too much food.

you and namjoon continued to chat when jimin breezed by, plopping down beside you. he was sitting off to the side of the dancefloor the entire time, lazily sipping a beer and talking to hoseok.

“because i would embarrass everyone with my moves,” was jimin’s answer when you asked him why he wasn’t participating.

namjoon chuckled. “he sounds like he’s joking, but he’s an insane dancer.”

“it sounds like you’re good at everything, park jimin,” you teased.

“you know who’s not good at anything?” it seemed like this wasn’t his first beer of the night. “jungkook. he’s horrible at pretending to not look at you. you should go up to him, i think he wants something.”

there was a sense of confusion, but even with jimin under the influence, you also saw the way namjoon leaned back in his seat. it was as if he was relieved that someone other than himself spoke up about it. turning your head, you immediately caught jungkook’s stare, which he retracted like touching fire.

you widened your eyes. “is there something on my face?”

“no, you’re just a woman that he likes that’s wearing a nice dress,” jimin deadpanned.

“you’re a funny drunk, jimin,” you shook your head, chuckling. what he said didn’t even register in your brain.

to your side, namjoon only sighed. he stood up all of a sudden, tugging jimin in the opposite direction. you were confused even more. in a second, jungkook appeared in front of you and your words immediately left your body.

“book club over?” he asked, scanning the room to where the others dispersed off to.

bewildered at the dissolution of the club meeting, you could only shrug. you weren’t sure what even happened. then, you looked up at him and smiled.

you said, “jeon jungkook, you’re not going to embarrass me by asking me to dance, are you?”

“i would never embarrass you. i’m definitely a much better dancer than you, anyway.” jungkook winked and extended his hand, gesturing for you to join him.

without missing a beat, you grabbed his hand and got up from your seat. thankfully, the senior community of the town was loving salsa night and made up most of the crowd. you and jungkook were able to hide your horrible dancing in between the retirees going wild.

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keep coming back (mv1)

hi y'all, my first attempt at writing angst!! i feel like max verstappen angst hits different so i wanted to give writing some a try. lmk if you enjoy this and feel free to send fic ideas to my inbox!

summary: you forced max out of your life a few months ago. but when he keeps coming back into it, why can't you get him out of your head?

warning: swearing, alcohol, breakup, angst

Max Verstappen. 3 time world champion. One of the greatest Formula 1 drivers of all time. Red Bull Racing's star. Your ex boyfriend.

With his fame, you found that Max was becoming more and more insufferable to be around. Everything about his life focused at becoming a better driver, fine tuning himself to be even greater than great, a legend in the making. That usually meant that he wouldn't have time for you. Between long hours at the factory, various press appearances around the globe, and spending every spare moment on a simulator, you were in his life but not really in it.

The final straw was when he forgot about your birthday dinner and instead went out with the CEO of one of his sponsors, getting wasted on the company money. You had called him in tears, shouting that you never wanted to see his face again.

You had woken up the next morning to 32 missed calls from Max and a long string of drunken text messages telling you that he would do better. You responded by telling him that you were blocking his number and to stop trying to contact you.

You were done with Max Verstappen.

---

But of course life never goes to plan.

You had a life to live and you weren't going to let the breakup stop you from moving forward. You gathered all your girls to go out to the clubs in Monaco and forget about everything bad that had happened in your lives. You picked out a stunning, sparkly dress and a matching pair of heels, knowing that looking your best would help you feel your best.

Your best friend got an Uber to take you to her favorite club, the one where you all had spent her last birthday dancing until the manager kicked you out. The second you walked through the door, the loud music rushed through you like a breath of fresh air. This was what you needed to forget him.

After a round of shots, you and your friends rushed onto the dance floor. You swayed to the beat, your hands in the air. You screamed the lyrics to the song at your best friend and she screamed them back at you. Eventually, you two were holding hands and spinning in circles laughing, as if nobody could see you.

When the song ended, the group walked back over to the bar to get more drinks. Before you could order, one of your friends suggested you try another one of the other Monaco clubs that she heard celebrities liked to frequent. You happily agreed. What better way to rub it in to your ex than to meet up with a different celebrity?

It was a short trip to the next club and your friend got you in the door so quick that you didn't even bother to see which one it was. The music was just as good as the last one, and you quickly found your best friend whisking you out onto the dance floor again. Your heels were starting to hurt, but that didn't stop you from moving your hips to the rhythm and continuing to scream along to the songs with your best friend.

It was only when the DJ transitioned to a song you didn't know, that you excused yourself from the dance floor and went to grab another drink at the bar. You were having a good time, but you knew more alcohol would make it better.

That was when you saw him.

Of course Max would show up to the same club that you did. You averted your gaze and started trying to blend in with the crowd, but it was too late. He had seen you and was making his way over to where you were standing. You made a move to try to bolt away, but you felt a hand grab your arm.

"Fuck off, Max!" you shouted, trying to push away his arm.

"You're the one who came to my favorite club," he responded. You looked down at the napkin in your hand and mentally cursed when you saw his cat's name on it.

"Didn't mean I wanted to find you here."

You thought you could see him sigh, but the music was too loud for you to know for sure. "Look, when you told me you wanted me out of your life..."

"I meant it," you said, interrupting him before he could get any further. "So go away and let's act like I never saw you here."

The look in his eyes saddened and he let go of your arm. "If that's what you really want."

You peeled away from him before you could change your mind and you beelined for where your friends were standing.

"Let's go. He's here so I don't want to be. here"

Getting the message, your best friend began to lead the group back out of the club. As you walked, you couldn't help but look over your shoulder. He was still standing at the bar staring into an empty glass, the typical confident look that he always had seemingly gone. He looked as handsome as ever, though you wouldn't accept that your thoughts had wandered in that direction.

Fuck him for being so hard to forget.

---

A week later, you had decided to go on a date with a guy who you had met on a dating app. Your heart wasn't really in it, and maybe that wasn't fair to the guy you were meeting, but you needed to get Max out of your head.

Marcel was nice enough, but he had a tendency to ramble on about things you weren't interested in. And worse, he was a Formula 1 fan. You had been pretty private about your relationship with Max, so you knew he wasn't on a date with you to get with Max Verstappen's ex-girlfriend, but it was awkward to hear him go on about how if Charles Leclerc was given a great car, he could rival Max.

The fancy restaurant was the only thing keeping you there. Marcel had told you he would pay and there was no way you were passing up on dessert. Just as your Creme Brulee came out to the table, you happened to see the absolute last person you wanted to see walk into the restaurant and towards the private room at the back.

How did Max keep appearing? Monaco was a small country, sure, but not small enough that you should keep running into him like this.

But as Marcel began to talk about what DRS meant and how it could impact a race, you realized anything would be better than hearing him mansplain a sport you had watched for most of your life. You had deleted his contact from your phone, but his number was still in your call history. You excused yourself from the table and pressed tne call button.

"Hello?"

"I'm in the same restaurant as you. Would you take me home?

"I thought you never wanted to see my face again."

"Maybe that was a bit extreme. I need to get out of here and you're the only one I knew would say yes."

"Who says I am going to say yes?"

"Look, I know you. I know I hurt you when I broke up with you that night. And I know you aren't over it yet."

There was a moment of silence.

"Alright."

You went back to the table and told Marcel it had been great but that you didn't think this was going to go anywhere and that you needed to leave. He began to spew a long string of angry words at you, but halfway through he sputtered to a stop and his eyes went wide.

You felt an arm around your shoulders and you turned to see Max standing there. You couldn't help but smirk at the way he had silenced Marcel.

"Let's go," Max stated, pulling you towards the door. You waved at Marcel and followed your ex out of the restaurant.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"He was so bad that you called me?"

"If I had to listen to him talk about how Lewis Hamilton was robbed of his eighth world championship for much longer, I was going to lose it."

Max snorted. "I must have really surprised him then."

"He didn't know what to do with himself."

You spent the rest of the walk to his car in silence. There were no words that could repair what you had said to Max and what he had done to you. You still were mad at him, but you couldn't help but feel drawn back to him. After all, he was still the only person you knew would answer every time you called and would drop everything to make sure you were safe.

When you sat down in the passenger's seat, you took a deep breath. "Look, about what I said..."

"Don't."

"I just want you to know..."

"I said don't. I've been a dead man since you left. Don't give me hope of living now."

"Just let me at least apologize. It was too harsh."

"And I should have been there for you. I was so focused on myself that I forgot about you. I'm sorry."

A moment of silence passed as he pulled into the parking space for his apartment.

"You can't apologize, Max. I'm supposed to hate you."

"And you're supposed to be the one that got away."

You held back a sob that you had been keeping in ever since you broke up. "I don't want to get away."

"And I don't want to be the one you hate."

You pulled yourself together and opened the door to the car, grabbing your purse and stepping onto the street.

"Goodnight, Max."

"Goodnight."

---

Another week went by and you couldn't help but keep thinking about what had happened that night. He regretted not making more time for you. And he had felt dead ever since you had left his life. It was hard to hate him when he said things like that.

In one final effort to get Max out of your mind, you decided to get out of Monaco altogether, take a trip to London to visit some family who lived there. You booked a ticket on the first flight out, eager to get out of the place that reminded you of Max as quick as possible.

But fate wouldn't let you go.

Engine issues on the plane was what the woman at the counter told you when you saw your flight was cancelled. No other flights for London were leaving that day and so you were stranded at the airport, unable to get to your destination.

Annoyed at the situation, you posted on your close friends story about what was happening. You got a message from your best friend, commiserating with you about the situation. You saw a text message from an unknown number and you clicked on it.

Max.

Of course you had forgotten to remove him from your close friends. And of course he was flying to London today for some meetings at Red Bull's headquarters. And why wouldn't he have had room on his private jet for you if you wanted it.

It was either wait until the next day to fly out in a cramped economy seat or get on your ex-boyfriend's private jet. The choice was easy.

He had someone escort you to the private terminal of the airport and you soon boarded his jet. As you walked through the plane, he was nowhere in sight. The man who had brought you here had told you to take whatever seat you wanted, and so you picked one that looked unoccupied near the back. You put on your headphones and looked out the window.

A minute later, you felt a tap on your shoulder and looked over to see none other than Max. You knew he would be here because of course it was his jet, but you hadn't expected him to appear so suddenly. You took off your headphones to hear him.

"I was sitting in this one," he said, a look of slight embarrassment on his face.

You mentally screamed. Of course you would accidentally take the seat he was sitting in.

"I'm sorry, I'll just move..." you mumbled, grabbing your bag and starting to walk towards the exact opposite end of the plane.

"Wait!" Max exclaimed. You turned around. "Would you sit across from me? I would like that a lot."

You almost blurted out no, but something in your mind stopped you. This was Max, the man who would drive you home, who missed you, and who cared about you whether he showed it or not.

"Sure," you whispered and slid into the seat across from him. You put your headphones back on and watched as the plane took off and the city grew smaller and smaller beneath you.

The flight was awkward. He was avoiding eye contact with you and you were avoiding it with him. Every once in a while, you both would glance at the person across from you at the same time and lock eyes before immediately looking the other way.

Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore. You pulled off your headphones for the second time. "Max, we need to talk about it. I can't take not having closure anymore. Not after that night a few weeks ago."

"I haven't stopped thinking about it," Max admitted. "The truth is, I want you back so bad. I can't take seeing you live your life without me because of what I did. I fucked it up so bad and I hate myself for it every moment."

"Max..."

"Watching you pull away from me at the club, seeing you on a date with another guy, that killed me. You always used to call me baby and now you just call me Max. I've never hated hearing my own name so much. The fact that you are doing fine without me is so hard to accept."

"Max, I haven't been doing fine without you. I can't get you out of my head no matter how hard I try. I was going to leave the fucking country to get away from you and somehow I end up on your damn plane. Why are you so hard to leave behind? And why does it feel like I don't really want to leave you behind?"

He leaned closer and dropped his voice. "For the record, I hated every time I had to leave you behind for work. It might have seemed like I wanted to go, but I promise it hurt every time."

Tears began to prick your eyes. "You can't tell me that. Then I can't hate you anymore."

"Do you really want to hate me?"

"No," you whispered. "I don't want to hate you, Max."

"I still love you, if you still have anything left in your heart for me."

"I do. But I can't just get back together with you like nothing happened. Like our relationship wasn't falling apart."

Max nodded. "I understand. But I'll be here if you want to try again. I'll always be here for you, even if you don't want to try again."

"Thank you, Max."

And just like that, the man who you wanted nothing to do with ever again had made his way back into your life. And you knew he would keep coming back as long as you would let him do so.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fic #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen angst #mv1 x reader #mv1 imagine #mv1 fic

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forgeofthenine · 4 months

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Is it the holiday season, or are you just a genius cause my yearning heart is being well fed by your tiefling headcanons. I hope this ask inspires :)

I’d go feral for some good pining headcanons; what are they like in the gray space between flirting and relationship? Especially if there’s mutual understanding that this might not be the best time (i.e. there may or may not be a mindflayer invasion in progress) and so they hold off on initiating anything, but have to watch as their crush dives headlong into danger? I love imagining ill-timed interruptions punctuated by longing looks.

Alternatively, how good are our darling tiefling bachelors at dancing? Would they learn a jig or two if their SO loved dancing?

Here's a lil' something something for you about pining, Anon. I didn't decide to write a full set of dance headcanons (despite it being on my to do list right from when I started the blog) but I am going to post something similar 👀

What the bachelors are like while pining for you

Dammon

This man pines so hard

He's touch starved to hell, quite literally, but has no clue about it

Dammon was sure he was fine right up until he met you and was hit with the realisation that he wanted more

The way he shows his affection is also anything but subtle, expect to know right away

It's never the type of affection that makes you feel guilty if you don't return it or makes you feel like you feel pressured

He's very easy going and good at reading people, he slowly increases how much affection he gives you until you both find a comfortable balance

Soon you'll find all your weapons and armour is repaired or replaced to the highest quality

Dammon is overjoyed if you return the same affection, even if you both know dating is off the cards for now

Bring this man some home cooking and he'll want to marry you right then and there

It's a grey area you both find yourself in for quite some time, to the point you both often get asked if you're together

The way he blushes when people ask is absolutely adorable, even more so when he hesitates to correct them

Towards the end you both basically already live together, both slowly easing into a romantic relationship without realising it

Dammon is more than happy once the ilithids are dealt with to make things official, finally not needing to correct people anymore

Zevlor

This man is the king of pining, absolute reigning champion

He knew he was in deep right from the moment he first saw you

It's something he keeps under wraps very well, to the point that you probably won't realise for a while

He tends to sneak peaks at you when you aren't looking, or he comes up with mostly reasonable excuses to come and speak with you

If you call him out on either thing then he'll heavily deny doing any of it, despite the blush on his face giving him away

Even if there wasn't an ilithid invasion happening Zevlor would still be cautiously optimistic about ever having a relationship with you

He's wary of a potential age gap or coming across too strong and scaring you away

A part of him also reminds him that you'd likely want a suitor your own age

The best way to quell those worries is to simply return his advances with some of your own

It could be anything, so long as he thinks you're interested he'll keep up his very subtle flirting

Soon, the two of you are already regularly having meals with each other and finding ways to spend hours together

Zevlor is absolutely already thinking of the life he'll have with you after this

Rolan

Rolan is a dick at first, he honestly is so out of touch with his own feelings that he doesn't realise he's into you

He's completely oblivious to anything that isn't directly spelled out for him, including how much he actually enjoys your company

It takes Cal and Lia teasing him relentlessly before he finally comes to terms with it

Once he does it hits him like a brick to the face

And after that, it's like a switch flips

He can barely speak to you now without second-guessing himself or tripping over words

It's enough to make you wonder what's going on until the siblings start teasing you both, much to Rolans embarrassment

He's always quick to shoo them away and apologise but his feelings are already clear

You're both smart people, it's easy to know now isn't the time to start a romantic relationship, but it's harder to listen to reason when your feelings get involved

After weeks of you both tiptoeing around each other, feelings clearly returned, he finally has enough

Rolans the fastest to take action on his pining, impatient and hating the uncertainty

You'll find yourself in Ramaziths Tower and kissing the tiefling that runs it in no time

Rolan is quick to pull you into him, kissing you passionately before making you promise you'll stay safe

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader

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heart4reigns · 11 months

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hiiii! I was wondering if you could write a Cody imagine?! The reader is Brock’s sister, and like a big name in the women’s division. When Cody returns they spark up a relationship, and no one knows which leads to her sitting and watching her brother just tear him apart. Then one night it goes too far, and she tries to save him and admits that they’re in love. Then Brock like makes her pick between the two of them!

IN ARMS, cody rhodes.

warnings: curse words, kissing, inaccurate events,

tags: awkward adults falling in love, brock being kinda evil (sorry cowboy), sexual implications, backstreet relationships

TO say the least, your older brother was definitely overprotective towards you. although you were the women's champion, in his eyes, you were still his little baby sister. at times, it got annoying because some people were intimidated by you. but you were the polar opposite of your brother. you liked people, you liked making new friends, and most important of them all, you were approachable. some people who didn't know never thought that you were the beast incarnate's little sister.

you were backstage, after your big fight with becky. the two of you were chilling backstage, putting ice on your bruises. "that's gonna hurt like a bitch." you pointed at her arm. "ya, you kicked the shit out of my arm!" she joked. "sorry, that's my job!" you laughed. you heard the door being opened by none other than seth rollins, who was going on stage for the next fight. "so, who are you fighting?" you asked the question.

"not your brother, i hope." he replied, stealing your water. "get your own damn water." you rolled your eyes. "nah, it can't be him. he's fighting your ex-boyfriend." you continued, earning a chuckle from the couple. "well ha ha, anyways we're going out. see you (y/n)!" becky and seth stood up, you hugged the two. "good luck!" you gave him a pat on the back.

as you walked the hallways on your own, you felt your legs tarting to ache more. "hey, (y/n)!" you saw roman greeting you. "where you going?" he asked. "i don't know, becks left me... so, just looking for company." "let's watch seth's match together." and there you were, watching the match with roman. your brother warned you about him being flirty, but you brushed it off. he was one of your closest friends backstage. "i swear, seth's entrances are always very extra." you commented, watching the monitor. "sometimes i'm jealous of his wardrobe." roman added.

no one knew who he was fighting. even you, one of the company's favorites, didn't know. "no fucking way." roman muttered. you zoned out for a second, turning back your attention to the monitor. "NO FUCKING WAY!" you repeated roman's sentences. "is that cody fucking rhodes?" you furrowed your brows. "he's back?" you nudged roman, who was still in awe. "it could be anyone, but i didn't expect it to be him." the black-haired man replied.

there he was, cody rhodes, the american nightmare. you have never worked with him, but he was so damn good looking with his bleached blond hair and his gear. needless to say, you looked forward to his return. the crowd went wild and you could feel that everyone was happy that he was back. you watched his early works in the wwe, his gimmicks were always enjoyable. you were in awe, seeing him being in the same company of you. "that dude is hot." you commented. "don't let your brother know, last time you said i was hot, got my ass beat really hard." roman said. "well, i'm sorry for having him as my brother!"

the night ended with a blast. everyone was satisfied with the match. cody's comeback left everyone speechless. it made you very excited to work with him. you went back to the locker room to gather all your things before going to the bus. but this time, the locker room wasn't empty. "oh, sorry! am i blocking your locker?" you jumped a bit, hearing an unfamiliar voice.

"no worries!" he scooted a bit, allowing you to collect your things. "i'm cody, by the way." you giggled at his sentence. "hi cody, i'm (y/n). i know who you are!" you shook his hand. "and i know who you are too, (y/n)." cody chuckled. "that was one hell of a comeback you did." you complimented him. "really? i was afraid that people were expecting someone else..." cody unwrapped his gloves, putting them inside his bag. "no one knew, so we're all quite surprised!" you assured him that he did great.

"are you riding back with us?" you asked him. "yeah i am, now that i'm out in the world." the two of you were walking back to the bus. "great! you should sit with me!" your positive and friendly attitude didn't match your brother's, he thought. "that would be great." he smiled. you kept on talking to him, finding yourself comfortable in the conversation.

the night went on and you couldn't stop talking to him, even after you got back to the hotel–the conversation continued. you were inside his hotel room, cracking jokes, when you heard your phone ringing. "listen, i'd love to continue this conversation, but i really need to go to my brother, he's been looking for me." you flashed him your lockscreen, 6 missed calls from brock. "oh, sorry! we got carried away. it was nice talking to you, (y/n)." you smiled at him. "is it okay if we exchange numbers? i haven't been talking to anyone. you're practically my first friend here." he asked, slightly hesitating.

"sure!" he walked you out of his room, with a big smile plastered on his face. "get some rest, cody. you did well tonight, welcome back." maybe it was your kind nature that made his heart beat faster than before. a pretty face, a kind soul, and an amazing wrestler–you were his dream girl. "thank you, (y/n). good night!" you gave him hug. "good night, rhodes!"

that wasn't your last encounter with the american nightmare. he was settled back in the game, meaning that you saw him every once in a while during work. he didn't have many colleagues, they were still getting used by his presence backstage, but he had you. you were well-known for your over-the-top kindness for new and old talents. so, it became a regular thing for you to accompany him whenever he was around. so people didn't find it weird when you had lunch with him or continuously play-fight with him backstage.

you grew closer than ever, closer than you and any other colleagues that you had. you had something to look forward to at work and it was the dashing man who was laying his head on your lap, playing with his phone before he had to go on stage. this backstage romance that you had stirring up was unknown to anyone except for the two of you.

little did you know, he was taking pictures of you dozing off. "you better delete that." you groaned. "but you look cute!" he pouted, showing you the picture. "rhodes, i swear i am going to kill you." "you sound a lot like your brother." ah yes, your brother. there had been several times that he almost caught you sneaking off to the american nightmare's locker room, but you simply said that you were going to visit seth.

it was well-known that your brother was the most intimidating wrestler wwe had nowadays. he had this menacing-like presence that caused everyone to stray away from his path, including cody. you heard a knock on the door, it was the backstage crew. "cody, you're up in 10!" "right!" every time you were in the room, you always locked the door, not wanting anyone to burst in and caught the two of you cuddling on the couch together. "you need to get ready, cody." he nodded, getting up from his position.

cody took off his sweatshirt, exposing his upper body as he was already wearing his work pants. you whistled at your sight, earning a groan from the blond wrestler. "stop flirting with me or i might just kiss you." he put on his shirt and tie. "all bark and no bite." the tension between the two of you lingered in the air. "really?" he sat down next to you, fixing his tie. "really-" your sentence was cut-off by him. there he was, kissing you, moving his body closer to yours. "all bark and all bite, baby." he chuckled.

that was the very first kissed that you shared with him and not your last. "did you just kissed me?" you were baffled. "and i'm gonna do it again." he said, a chuckle in between his words. you were obviously ecstatic by the thought of your 'colleague' kissing and holding you. "cody, you're up in 5! let's go!" yet again, you were interrupted by the stage crew. "you gotta go, cody."

"let's eat after this, i'm cooking." you smiled at him. "okay." you also stood up, helping him fix his suit. "you look good." you complimented, kissing his cheeks. "and you look too good to be single, (y/n)." he cracked a joke, opening the door. to your surprise, you saw a certain wrestler passing by. it was none other than your brother.

there was a quiet and painful silence between the three of you. "oh, hey brock!" you greeted him, slowly feeling your heart thumping faster. "i've been looking for you everywhere, where have you been- cody?" he looked at the man. "hey brock." cody greeted him as well. "what were you doing with her?" your older brother furrowed his eyebrows. "we were just talking. listen, i need to go on stage. i'll see you all later." cody practically ran to the entrance door, avoiding your brother.

"why were you with him? i keep on seeing you with him." you saw his expression and it was very intimidating to you. "i was just talking to him, jesus. don't worry about me." you shook your head. "i'm not worried, i just don't want anyone messing with you, if he messes with you, i'll break his legs." your gaze softened at your brother. "don't worry, bro. come one, let's get dressed. cody and i have nothing going on." and how wrong you were. there was definitely something going on between you and cody.

work was over and you were ready to get the hell out of this building. being in a tag-team with your brother meant that you were basically on his radar. thankfully, the company had something cooking up for him, meaning that was the last performance you gave as a duo. "where you going after this?" he asked, taking off his boots. "home." you lied. "ya want me to drive?" you shook your head. "no, i brought my car." you lied once again. "alright, drive safe."

you made sure no one was around you when you got inside cody's car. "live-streamed your good-byes being your brother's tag-team partner, got quite emotional." cody joked, causing you to ruffle his hair. "just say you're thankful that you're not gonna see him with me again." cody drove you to his house, knowing well you were tired enough from your fight. he didn't fight today, only delivering a promo for his upcoming rivalry with whoever it is that the company was setting him up with.

see, cody couldn't cook before he met you. you were a great cook and you helped him learn several things about being a masterchef in the kitchen. "this is actually good, finally." you spoke to him with a proud tone. "you? actually liking my food? is this the day that i can die peacefully?" you continued to eat your food. "anyways, did your brother say something about us?" us. his last word caused butterflies in your stomach.

"he didn't say anything, just threatened to break your legs if you mess with me." he choked on his chicken. "but don't worry, he's not a threat for us." some people might call you crazy for not being afraid of the brock lesnar, but you were his sister, you knew him. "so, how are you adapting?" you asked him. "it's good to be back honestly, i couldn't ask for more." he was genuinely glowing from happiness. "and i have you, so, i'm glad i met you." the two of you made eye-contact, slowly feeling your cheeks reddening from the conversation.

"are you always this flirty, rhodes?" "only to you, lesnar. wait, i take it back, (y/n). it sounds like i'm flirting with your brother every time i say your last name."

you were going to stay the night, like you usually do. you offered to wash the dishes, which cody was thankful for because he said he was going to fix something in his garage. you finished washing the dishes, sitting down on his couch, waiting for him to finish his business. "(y/n)! can you help me out here?" you heard his voice coming from the garage. "okay, wait!"

the garage was empty, cody wasn't there. "cody?" you called his name. "right here." you turned around and saw him holding a bouquet of lilies, your favorite flowers. your eyes widened in surprise. "uh?" you tilted your head in confusion. "i think it's obvious that i like you, (y/n). let me put it shortly, i like you and," he paused for a second, regaining confidence. "will you be my girlfriend?" the question was out and you were smiling like crazy. "of course i will."

your relationship made your bond stronger. you were practically living together already. your alarm woke you up from your deep slumber. "shit." you muttered under your breath. you quickly got dressed, looking for your shirt. "just wear one of mine, love." your new boyfriend watched as you tried to look for you shirt. "where are you going anyways?" he was still half-asleep. "we have a meeting with creatives today! i totally forgot." you quickly stole a small kiss on his lips. "see you later, baby."

"sorry, i'm not late am i?" the board meeting started. your brother was also there, clearly confused at your current disheveled state. "rhodes is running late, he said he had some issues with his car." you nodded, looking at the papers. the entire room was discussing about where your storyline might lead to.

cody came around, greeting people from the board. "now rhodes is here, let me lay down the plan." your boss said. "we're pinning rhodes and lesnar, not (y/n) but brock." you made eye-contact with cody, slightly panicking. it didn't take any random stranger to notice that brock took a dislike on cody after several encounters they had. it also didn't take any random person to notice that cody was definitely interested in you. "bring it on, blondie." brock grimacly chuckled, earning goosebumps on cody's skin.

to this day, people didn't know that you were already dating. cody was actually pretty nervous being pinned up to a storyline where he was facing your brother. it was brutal, you thought. your brother, on the other hand, was enjoying the time of his life. although it was all an act, you could tell that it was personal. you were watching the monitor, with roman right next to you. "i'd be pissed if i just came back like months ago and now i'm facing brock lesnar." roman joked.

"it feels like it's personal." roman repeated the thought you had in your mind. "huh?" you furrowed your brows, still focusing on your boyfriend being beaten up. "i don't know, i've been in the ring with brock. he always holds his punches, but this? seems like there's something going on between them." he chuckled. "my brother is just like that." you cringed, seeing cody being dropped on his back by your brother.

the camera stopped rolling and the two wrestlers went backstage. your first immediate response was to aid your boyfriend, it was a muscle memory already. "cody, are you alright?" he was limping on his right foot. "babe, i'm alright." you didn't realize your brother was standing behind the two of you. "babe?" he asked. a sheer panic ran through your spine. "uh..." you were speechless.

"is there something going on between you two?"

needless to say, things went downhill after that. you continued to deny about your relationship. but brock knew damn well that his opponent was dating his little sister. the punches he threw, the kicks he did, all felt personal. everyone thought it was all for the show, but cody and you knew that brock wasn't holding back his attacks.

it took you several shows to realize that cody's injuries after his shows were worse than before. "hold your arm out for me." you said. cody lifted his arm, adjusting his position. "okay, now hold on." you put ice on his injuries. "this is going out of hand." he only sighed. "i'm sorry." you apologized. "it's not your fault, love." cody leaned his head on your shoulder. "i guess your brother doesn't like us." he chuckled. "i need to tell him to stop making it personal."

the blond man shook his head. "no, it's okay." "it's not okay, cody. we both know the industry like the back of our hands, this isn't for the show anymore!" you slightly shouted. you were very concerned since they still had a long-running story. "i just can't stand seeing him beat the shit out of you almost every match." you confessed. "you don't need to worry about me, baby." his words calmed you down. "hell, i'll fight the entire roster for you."

"i love you and i'm sorry that my brother is tough to work with." "i love you too, please don't apologize. it's not your fault, we'll go through this together."

you had to come clean to your friends that you were in fact dating cody. "i can't stand this." you muttered under your breath, looking at the monitor. "i know, babes." becky sighed in frustration, pity in her eyes. "he's hurting him, it's not for the show anymore." seth added. "fuck, i can't stand this!" you quickly ran out of the locker room, not thinking straight.

"is- is that lesnar? that is (y/n) lesnar coming out of the backstage!" the commentator saw you sliding inside the ring. before brock could do more damage to your boyfriend, you quickly pushed him. you saw him smirking, knowing well how this would end. "stop it, brock!" you yelled, causing the crowd to go silent. "so, it's true then, (y/n)." brock spoke to the mic. "you really are dating him." the crowd gasped at his sentence. "yeah! i am and i love him!" you stood up, having a stare down while your boyfriend was still leaning on the ropes, his entire arm bruised.

cody looked at you, shaking his head, not want you to fight your brother for him. "(y/n), you either fight me or you help me fight your little boyfriend." brock once again spoke to the mic. you clenched your fist, trying your best to diffuse the situation. "who is she going to pick? her brother or her lover? this is some drama going on." the commentator said. "(y/n), fight brock!" "no, fight cody!" the crowd had mixed emotions towards your presence.

you took off your hoodie and threw it away, hearing the crowd go wild. "come on, bro. if you wanna get to him, you'll have to go through me."

a/n: hii! hope u enjoyed it!!! bc i heart cody so much damn that man is so sexy… requests are still open but i might not be posting very often bc i am currently busy w my exams <3!!

#cody rhodes #wwe #wwe imagines #jey uso #roman reigns #the usos #paul heyman #seth rollins #becky lynch #brock lesnar #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes x reader #wwe x reader

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milfswriter · 6 months

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Can I request Daddy Dom Rhea/Submissive Fem!Reader where Reader comes home from a big match that she lost and Rhea comforts her please?

Loss

Rhea Ripley x Reader Summary: You lose your title match against Charlotte, Rhea’s there for you.

Notes and warnings: r’s kinda miserable, comfort, slight daddy kink, not my best writing tbh, mentions of smut, kinda short

(that squishy little face of hers is making wanna pinch her cheeks!!)

You slammed the door of the hotel room shut, throwing your duffel bag across the room. You were livid, to say the least. You knew Charlotte was a bit of a nepo baby, but tonight was too much. The fact that Creative made her retain the title against you at Money in the Bank was too much to handle.

As you turned to face the bed, you saw Rhea giving you a look of understanding as she sat at the edge of the bed. Typically, you'd be punished for throwing a tantrum but Rhea faced the same thing against the same person years ago.

Charlotte didn't need the title, she's a 14-time women's champion and you thought it was enough for her. Rhea did, too. Until Creative told you 20 minutes before your match that you were losing.

Rhea got up, walked over to you and cupped your face "It's okay.." she said, pushing your damp hair from the shower out of your face. You scoffed, shaking you head as you wiped your tears, pulling away from her.

"You know it's not" you whispered yelled, "they fucked me over! why did they have to change everything 20 minutes before?!" you ranted until rhea placed a finger on your lips.

"that's enough.." she husked out, "You did your best, and I'm so proud of you bunny" She kissed your forehead, pulling you into her as her bigger muscular body enveloped yours, inviting the tears back in all over again.

Everything you trained for was for nothing, the happiness you felt that morning as Rhea called you "my little champ" as she fucked the shit out of you even though you hadn't won the title yet was for nothing. You were just another underdog that-

"Stop running that little mind of yours," rhea said, cutting off your thoughts as her hand rubbed up and down your back, your nose against her shoulder as you trembled from the all crying.

“I can’t…Daddy” you whispered, “s’all too much. I gave everything to this company. Yet they keep treating me like shit” you were too tired of it all, and Charlotte's spear didn't help at all.

“Love. you didn’t actually lose…I’m sure they want to give you a better story than defeating Charlotte in a 2 week feud” she assured, but nothing was stopping the tears from flowing anytime soon.

Your lips trembled again and she sighed, sitting you on the bed and leaning down to face you properly. Rhea nuzzled her nose against yours and softly whispered “Please don’t cry, hun” She pouted, wiping your tears with her girthy (yes I said it) thumbs and kissing your frowning lips softly, "You'll get another shot..I'll make sure of it, baby"

You kept looking at the hotel room floor as your mind wandered again before Rhea appeared once more, this time with a glass of water and painkillers. “Your face is bruising, pretty” she explained. The rage you felt pretty much masked all the pain from Charlotte’s merciless punches, but just as you started to calm down, you started to feel the soreness and ache of your face and muscles.

You took the pill and gulped the glass of water halfway before laying back sideways on the bed, your legs dangling from the edge of it as your spread them. “so…you coming?” You teased and Rhea gave you that toothy grin.

“In more ways than one, bunny”

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shirefantasies · 2 months

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Things You Do Together- LoTR Characters

A little buffer posting during recovery, sorry y’all 😅 I have some requests getting ready too though! Did a version for Thorin’s company a while back so here’s this version too 🥰

Aragorn wishes there to be no secrets, as few misunderstandings as could arise. Thus his goal is to help you reach fluency in Elvish; after all, many of his friends and familial figures are of Middle Earth’s eldest race. Their script is quite complex, so barring a great desire of yours to be writing it soon Aragorn focuses upon recognition of important words and phrases. Starting, of course, with my love.

Legolas teaches you archery, standing behind you as you fire his bow. Such a patient teacher and not one to burst out laughing if the arrow arcs spectacularly right back down into the grass. Surely he will smile and shake his head, but he understands. Everyone was there once, himself no exception. Pays such attention to detail you will catch him making the smallest of adjustments, even little things like changing the position of your fingers with his.

Desiring to prove both his and his people’s worth, Boromir attends with you at his side a joust hosted by Gondor’s men. You delight in choosing and cheering on a champion, shouting with joy at his successes and sympathizing with strikes against him. When, you think aloud to Boromir, was the last time you both laughed so? Pulling you close, he tells you he does not remember when, but if he has his way it will be soon again.

If you desire exploration, you know that Gimli will be right at your side to enjoy the world’s beauty. Caves, of course, are a domain of his people, expanses of stone glittering on walls and hanging down to your level. Forests, too, homes of fairer beings and much provision. Things Gimli has sworn to protect and love in this life that he wishes to experience with the greatest of them all… you. Never does he tire of telling you nature is beautiful, but more so are you.

Frodo encourages your writing. He himself has penned you many a poem, but there is nothing like your voice, physical or metaphorical, sharing a story with him. His dream is a book containing both of your stories, perhaps even an addition to his uncle’s story. If you feel called to share stories of others, even simple escapes from reality, Frodo is your greatest supporter. With all that he endures, ever a relief is it to hear you speak of a world so different from his own.

Botany, Samwise Gamgee thinks, is best learned amongst the flowers themselves. Rather than stuff you up into the pages of some book, he takes you walking down winding Shire-paths of flowers and bushes, showing you how he can tell what's related by things like leaf shape and giving you little tips and tricks to remember bloom names. “If you forget forget-me-nots, after all,” he teases with a wink, “you’re doing them quite the disservice!”

Merry teaches you his method of whittling, the way he crafts little trinkets of wood to keep occupied in idle times. When you feel more confident in your skills, Merry challenges you: he crafts a little figure of you and you of him. Complain as you do that his lovely hair is hard to capture, in the end you are proud of your first figure and Merry keeps it in the pocket closest to his heart. Those figures serve as the cake topper at your wedding a little ways down the line!

It can be a messy time, but Pippin adores spending time in the kitchen with you! Not only because he knows you’ll acquiesce him with little tastes, but because he’s fascinated at the process, the way you throw things together to make something beautiful and are so willing to have a feast made whenever guests call. Ever one for physical touch, Pippin enjoys sugary-sweet moments like sneaking up behind you for a kiss as you’re occupied kneading dough or standing against you to help stir your soup. And yes, sometimes he spills, but he always apologizes and cleans up after himself and don’t we all make mistakes?

Faramir reads with you, or, if you are stressed, to you. Sharing a love of your land’s myth, the studies of triumphs, follies, and magics past are like traveling far away to him, so to have a companion in that rings deep joy into his heart. He cannot help sometimes comparing the great love stories of Middle Earth to the way you found each other. Faramir is the type to know all your favorite tales and offer them to you at just the right time, sitting you in his lap or against his chest on a bed as he peels the pages open for you.

Smithing is something Eomer is confident you can learn, especially if he knows you wish to be involved in battles and wants to keep you safe! Being a supplier is just as important, otherwise there would be no blades to hoist for Rohan. Always encouraging you to hit harder and chuckling at your initial fear of the red-hot steel, Eomer loves standing behind you and guiding your motions. Perhaps even using this as an opportunity to sneak a kiss!

Haldir shows you how he cares for trees, even the smallest pieces of creation. Small potted trees akin to bonsais decorate shelves and tables in Lothlorien, and trimming and shaping them is an art form in and of itself. Nurturing a tiny, delicate life, after all, requires more intricacies than the greater fortitude. Microcosms of Haldir’s home forest sit before you as you take in his reverent, peaceful smile, hear his guiding words about the nutrients they need. You never tire of the focus spread across his face, the gentle opening of tiny blossoms.

Eowyn adores sparring with you no matter your skill level, moving slower or picking up her pace depending on it. She never wishes to go too hard on you, but does want to push you to try new things and experience different angles so you can keep yourself safe in a fight, Valar forbid you are so threatened. Sometimes your sparring is more playful, more just the two of you chasing each other around with wooden swords and one knocking the other over at the end of it, laughing as you tumble to the ground.

Enjoying the occasional swim, Arwen invites you into one of her home's gorgeous pools with her, stripping you both down to thinner layers as you step into perfectly, perhaps magically, warmed water. Polished stones roll beneath your feet as you wade over to each other, hands joining as you float in peaceful, loving silence. A smile spreads across Arwen's face before she gives you a light, teasing splash, silence quickly devolving into giggles as your troubles lighten.

Elrond is known for making some of the best tea in Middle Earth, and you experience his skills and then some. Not only does the lord of Imladris brew you a cup of your favorite herbal blend, he will also ensure that his bakers have pastries warm and ready and the loveliest toppings. Your relaxation time is like a little ceremony, Elrond pouring your drink and serving you all you wish on your little platter. You will not so much as lift a finger until it is to take a sip of the warm comfort as you and Elrond watch the surrounding waterfalls.

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So I've been thinking about this idea for a long time and I hope you could write it. The party stays a week at Steve's house as like a sleepover but it's a week long, and the reader and steve are the mom and dad of the party,(the reader has been around a but longer than Steve because they're Jonathan's best friend ) and it's just Steve and the reader being like a married couple the whole week but instead of steve being in mom mode it's the reader and everyone it confused at the sudden change but they love it, especially steve. And the party is just gossiping and being totally confused why the reader and steve aren't dating. ( bonus points if I could get a scene where will lays on the readers chest and naps and steve gets all annoying because that's "his place")

longing glances | steve harrington

summary: the party has a week-long sleepover at steve's house.

pairing: steve harrington x female reader

warnings: mentions of nightmares

note: dear anon, i LOVED this. i loved it so much i went crazy with it and ended up writing 5k words. it's honestly one of my favorite things i've ever written and i've had so much fun doing it. i truly hope you enjoy it as well!! thank you so much for requesting ♡♡♡

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– monday.

when dustin proposed the idea of a week-long sleepover, you thought he was crazy.

but as you drove the kids, robin, nancy and jonathan to steve’s house, every passing second convinced you that you all deserved to spend some fun, relaxing time together, after everything you had gone through.

after you honked the horn to announce your arrival, steve opened the door theatrically, a huge grin adorning his face. “mi casa es su casa.”

the kids didn’t waste a second before rushing in, pushing past steve.

“dude, your pool is huge!” dustin exclaimed.

“why is this the first time you’ve invited me over?” robin gaped at the house.

“i don’t know.” steve shrugged. “just, don’t make me regret it.”

“race you to the pool!”

“oh, yeah,” you laughed, watching steve’s panicked expression as the kids ran to the pool, jumping in without even bothering to put on their swimsuits first. “this was definitely a good idea.”

– tuesday.

“um, steve?” you called out, peeking inside the fridge.

“yes?”

“where’s the food?”

“right there.” he gestured.

“there’s a carton of milk and a tomato. what kind of breakfast is that?”

“add in some granola and you’ve got a champion’s breakfast.”

“steve,” you closed the fridge and put your hands on the sides of your waist. “i’ve got six hungry kids. and you haven’t stocked up on food?”

steve opened his mouth only to close it again, and gave you a guilty smile, before turning away to look for his jacket.

“let’s go.”

“where?”

he jiggled his car keys. “grocery shopping.”

— ❀ —

“can you grab some pop tarts?”

steve nooded, disappearing further down the aisle. you had agreed to split up so it would take less time getting everything you needed, but you soon realized you couldn’t leave him alone.

“one box? do i need to remind you? six kids, and a week?”

steve looked confused. “uh. two boxes, then?”

you sighed, shaking your head. “alright. we’re teaming up, harrington.”

and so steve pushed the shopping cart, while you tossed the items in it.

“get those,” you pointed at the fridges, and steve obliged, coming back with a significant amount of eggo’s boxes. “oh, and some lucky charms. will loves them.”

“did you sleep well last night?” he asked while taking the cereal.

“i did, thanks.” you smiled, glancing at him. “your bed is comfy.”

“i even put on some clean sheets for you.”

“what a luxury.”

steve had arranged his house this way: the kids slept in sleeping bags in the living room, robin and nancy slept in the guest room, and steve and jonathan in steve parents’ room. you were the only one who had an entire room for herself, and you still didn’t really understand why.

“i felt a little alone, though.” you pouted. “i’m the only one that doesn’t have a roomie.”

“i can go and keep you company if you want.” he said quickly.

“steve harrington,” you gasped dramatically. “are you trying to get into my bed?”

“first of all, it’s my bed,” he turned the cart into another aisle. “and no, obviously. i’d sleep on the floor.”

“or i just could join robin and nancy. or the kids downstairs.”

“yeah, yeah, of course. i was just- i was just saying.”

you piled up some tubes of ice cream in the cart, but had a hard time picking the last flavor.

you held up two tubes and stared at steve. “which one?”

he looked as if you were asking a question with an impossible answer. you sighed.

“will, lucas and el prefer cookie dough. but dustin, max and mike like strawberry better.”

“well, what do you like?”

“strawberry.”

“strawberry it is.” he stated, grabbing the tube from your hands and putting it into the cart.

as you resumed walking together, you glanced at steve, but he was already looking at you, quickly averting his gaze. you couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face.

“so,” he played it cool, opening another fridge. “three frozen pizzas should be enough, right?”

“six kids, steve. six kids.”

– wednesday.

steve was trying to barbecue. it didn’t take long before everyone realized steve wasn’t great at barbecuing.

“you’re supposed to wait for it to heat up.” jonathan informed.

“says who?”

“everyone.”

“well, sometimes you gotta be different, you know,” steve shrugged, placing the raw burgers and steaks on the grill. “do things your own way.”

“remember to cook dustin’s well-done. he’s sensitive about meat.” you reminded from the recliner, sunbathing with nancy and robin as the kids played in the pool.

“ouch.” robin whined for the hundredth time.

“what’s wrong?” nancy asked with her eyes closed, finally giving in to robin’s antics.

“the sun’s too hot.”

“it’s noon, robin.” you said obviously. “did you put on some sunscreen?”

“no,” she said quietly. “it makes me look bad.”

“you’ll look even uglier when you’re walking around like a burnt tomato.”

“here,” nancy offered, while robin threw her sandal at steve. “turn around.”

for the first time in history, robin did as told, and nancy started applying sunscreen on her back. robin went quiet after that. considerably quiet.

“hey, no running!” steve called out.

“sorry!” mike shouted back.

“you know you’re supposed to check on the food, right?” jonathan told steve, who was walking towards the pool.

“i am!” he said, before doing a cannonball, splashing dustin in the face.

the boys fooled around for a while: dustin getting on steve’s shoulders and steve dropping him, dustin keeping steve’s head underwater, trying to see how much time he could go on without breathing.

at some point, the sound of your laugh caught steve’s attention. robin had taken off her sunglasses, and her face was completely red and sunburned, except for the mark of the glasses around her eyes. you burst into laughter, almost falling from your chair. steve didn’t notice he was smiling. but dustin did.

“you’ve got something on your face.”

steve immediately started touching his face. “where?”

“here,” dustin pointed at his own chin, right below his mouth, before breaking into a smirk. “drool.”

steve scoffed and slapped dustin on the back of his head, making the boy wince and touch the area. steve directed his gaze back at you, but instead, he caught sight of eleven stepping out of the house.

“what are you doing?” she stopped, the eggo midway between the air and her mouth. “no dessert before lunch, you know that.”

eleven stared as steve dismissively, and pointed at you. “she lets me.”

she proceeded to walk away and get into the water, ignoring steve’s orders not to eat inside the pool. he glared at you, and you shrugged, a playful smile on your lips.

“sorry. i’m the cool one.”

– thursday.

the kitchen was silent and dark as you poured yourself some water. you closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the way it refreshed your dry mouth.

suddenly, you heard a noise, similar to a creak or a screech. your guard immediately went up, and before you realized, your hand was reaching for a knife. you stayed very still and very quiet as the noise got nearer, until finally, a figure appeared in the doorway.

“shit!”

“jesus!”

you and steve jumped at the same time as he turned on the light. you exhaled and set the knife down, steadying yourself on the counter, your entire body shaking uncontrollably.

“it’s just me,” steve whispered, slowly making his way towards you. “it’s just me. i’m sorry.”

you nodded as you felt a pair of arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. you could feel his warmth through the fabric of the t-shirt, the smell of his cologne radiating from his skin, filling the air with recognition and safety.

“i was just…” you sighed. “i came to get some water.”

“couldn’t sleep?” he asked, caressing your arm. you shook your head. “why?”

“i’ve been-” you stopped. you hadn’t told this to anyone. but being in steve’s arms in the dead of night made you feel safe. you knew you could trust him. you knew he would understand. “having nightmares.”

“ever since…?” he didn’t even need to finish the sentence, you nodded your head.

he pulled you even closer, needing to protect you, even if you weren’t in any real danger.

“i’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, hm? how does that sound?” he said, moving his hand up and down on your back soothingly.

“sounds good.” you whispered, turning your head and giving him a smile.

you walked together, steve’s hand steady on your back. but when you got to the stairs, you stopped.

“what’s wrong?”

you glanced at the living room where six figures lay, curled up against one another, sleeping soundly. they looked so peaceful. like they were ordinary kids, ordinary friends who did normal things like having sleepovers. they didn’t look like kids that continuously found themselves in danger, seeing each other go through the worst imaginable evils.

“i…” you hesitated, almost ashamed of what you were going to say. “i want to keep an eye on them. but you go.”

steve followed your gaze, and you noticed the way his eyes softened.

“i’ll stay with you.” he said firmly.

“you don’t have to, steve.”

he stared at you, and this time it was you he was looking at with pure adoration.

“i want to.”

with one last reassuring smile from his part, you nodded, and you two walked back to where you had come from. you positioned yourself on the large couch in the living room, while steve looked for some blankets.

“is this okay? are you cold?” he whispered as he covered you up. the blanket was warm and fuzzy.

“it’s perfect.” you smiled at him, moved by the tenderness in his gesture. “it smells like your house.”

“like my house?” he asked confusedly.

“yeah. you know how people’s houses have different, particular smells? well, like that.”

“and what does my house smell like?”

you pondered. “like steve.”

“okay, you’re not making any sense right now,” he chuckled. “you should sleep.”

he moved closer to you, covering himself with the blanket as well. it felt nice, being close to him like this.

“he snores.” steve observed, pointing at dustin, who was indeed snoring quite loudly. “of course he snores.”

you laughed together, but you didn’t talk after that. you could hear the occasional ruffle of the sleeping bags as one of the kids moved, the ticking of the clock, and the wind swaying the trees. you could also hear steve’s steady breathing, and your own heartbeat against your ears.

“thank you.” you spoke quietly after a while, just in case steve had fallen asleep.

“what for?” he whispered back.

“staying with me,” you looked at him. you were so close you could see every detail of his face, even though it was dark. “for taking care of me, of them.” you glanced at the kids.

he found your hand under the blankets, and squeezed it, giving you a smile.

“always.”

“you’re a good guy, steve harrington.”

what you said wasn’t new to you. steve was your friend, and you thought the world of him. and he knew that, he didn’t need to hear it in order to feel it. but actually hearing those words coming out of your mouth with pure sincerity and conviction, made his heart skip a beat. he was glad it was dark, because involuntarily, his eyes watered.

“i try,” he whispered, not daring to say something else in case his voice would break. “i try.”

“i know you do.”

– friday.

“sh! you’ll wake them up.”

“good, it’s already ten and i’m hungry.”

“what are they doing here?”

“shut up!”

click!

the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was a camera. behind it stood jonathan, and the rest of the party, staring at you with huge smiles on their faces.

“what’s going on?” you mumbled, starting to get up, but something prevented you from moving.

something heavy, pressing down on your chest. you looked down, only to find a mop of disheveled, brown hair.

“we could ask you the same question.”

“steve,” you whispered, slightly shaking him. “steve, wake up.”

he only whined in response, nuzzling up closer against you. everyone laughed at the sight, and jonathan took another picture. you glared at him.

“what? this is an adorable scene.” he defended himself, smirking.

“straight out of a christmas card.” robin chimed in.

“you’re only missing the golden retriever.” dustin said.

“steve is the golden retriever.” lucas proposed. everyone agreed.

– saturday.

after a long day of swimming and playing a very violent game of monopoly, everyone was sprawled on the couches watching a movie.

the exhaustion of the day seemed to dawn on the kids and robin, though, because they were all asleep by half of it.

will was lying on your chest, as you ran your fingers through his hair. robin always picked the best movies, and this was no exception. you were completely engrossed in it, but someone insisted on distracting you.

“hey, that’s my place.” steve whispered teasingly from the other side of the couch, max’s head laying on his lap, while he gestured to will sleeping on your chest.

you laughed, shaking your head. you would be lying if you said you didn’t think about that night on the couch.

“catch.” he whispered again, but when you ignored him, you felt something hit your cheek.

“are you throwing popcorn at me?”

“i told you to catch.”

and so a war started, with you and steve throwing pieces of popcorn at each other’s mouths. steve caught a good amount of it, but you didn’t, and when some popcorn hit will on the forehead making him whine, you couldn’t help it, both you and steve burst into laughter. robin woke up solely to tell you to shut up.

after a while, the movie ended. the kids got settled in their respective sleeping bags, and the grown-ups wished each other goodnight and headed upstairs. you and steve were the only ones left, when he suddenly said,

“shit. i forgot to clean the pool.”

“do it tomorrow.”

“no, they want to use it first thing in the morning. shit.” he groaned. “i’ll do it now.”

“i’ll help, then.”

“no, no. go to sleep. it’s late.”

“come on, we’ll be faster if we do it together.”

steve wanted to complain, but you were already opening the window, gesturing for him to follow you outside. and god knows he’d follow you anywhere.

— ❀ —

you and steve were on each end of the pool, removing leaves and eleven’s eggo crumbs. the air was sultry, the stars shining bright in the summer night’s sky.

“thank you for inviting us over.” you spoke. “we’re all having a great time.”

“sure. my house is facing some severe damage, but yeah.”

“i’ll buy you some new plates for the ones dustin broke.” you rolled your eyes. “but seriously, i haven’t had this much fun in a while.”

steve looked at you, nodding his head.

“yeah, me too.” he paused. “i think we needed this, you know?”

“yeah.”

after a while, the pool was cleaned. you stood together, admiring your work.

“see? teamwork makes the dream work.” you said, passing a hand through your sweaty forehead.

“it’s so hot.” steve commented, and you could see how drenched he was in the way his shirt stuck to his chest. oh, you could definitely see.

“i feel disgusting.”

“good thing we have an entire pool for ourselves then, right?”

“yeah, right.” you chuckled.

thing is, you didn’t think steve was being serious. but he was. his movements were so fast and sudden that you couldn’t even move out of the way, letting out a surprised yelp as you hit the water.

“steve!” you cried out from the pool.

“better, isn’t it?” he smirked, and you swam to the edge of the pool, getting hold of his ankles and pushing him inside with you.

after splashing each other for a while, you two swam in silence, going in separate directions but eventually finding your way back to each other.

“you know, i wasn’t so sure about you at first.” you confessed, floating on your back, staring at the stars above you.

“you weren’t?” he asked, and you hummed in response. “what changed?”

“dustin adopted you and i was forced to be in your presence.”

he laughed, but he didn’t say anything.

“you’re not going to ask me why i didn’t like you?”

“nah,” he threw a remaining leaf out of the water. “i can imagine why.”

you stood on your feet now, moving closer to him.

“but you’re better now. everybody loves you.”

“keep going,” he teased, and you nudged him. “seriously, it’s good for my ego.”

“remember when you used to call the byers’ every night, so you could make sure will had gotten home alright?” you asked, and steve laughed, a bit embarrassed. “i think that’s how you finally won me over.”

“you didn’t have to do anything to win me over.” he said. “i was sold from the very first moment.”

“yeah?” you asked, a big grin creeping across your face.

“don’t let it get to your head,” he warned, teasingly. “but yeah. you were so sure of yourself. you never thought twice before doing something to help others. i wanted to be like you, i guess.”

you stared into each other’s eyes, the only sounds that could be heard being the sounds of the water and the rustling of leaves.

you didn’t understand what the feeling in your chest was. you had been in this same pool earlier that day, with the same boy standing in front of you, and you hadn’t felt whatever strange sensation you were experiencing now. the clothes felt heavy on your body, but being alone with steve made you feel oddly light. maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. but it felt good.

“come on,” he said after a while. “let’s get some towels.”

after rummaging through his closet, steve handed you a shirt. he turned back, and you turned back as well. you heard his movements as he took off the wet clothes and put on the dry ones. a shiver went down your back, due to the act of intimacy you two were sharing.

when you were dressed, you turned back, and he did too.

“you know, i have clothes.” you grinned. “i have a bag full of them.”

“i know.” steve broke into a smile. “i just like seeing you in my clothes. that’s all.”

you averted your gaze as your cheeks warmed up, but you could still feel steve’s eyes on you.

– sunday.

jonathan was showing you some pictures outside, while the rest of the party sat around the table having breakfast.

“is that your shirt?” dustin suddenly asked steve, pointing at you through the window.

immediately, everyone directed their gazes towards where dustin was pointing.

“holy shit,” max said. “it so is.”

“so what?” steve asked, feigning indifference. nancy and robin shared a look.

“why is she wearing your shirt?” nancy inquired.

“yeah steve, why is she wearing your shirt? did she run out of clothes? did she lose them? did she manage to get them all dirty?” robin insisted, and steve waved her off.

“she liked the shirt. so i let her borrow it.”

“it looks big on her.” eleven commented.

steve looked down, smiling to himself. “i know.”

“you’ve never even kissed?” max asked very seriously and very incredulously. steve stared at her.

“i’m not answering that question.”

“that means they did!” lucas exclaimed, and max nodded frantically.

soon, the breakfast table was in uproar. max, lucas and robin were asking for details, dustin was screaming at mike that he owed him twenty dollars, and will, eleven and nancy watched the scene entertainingly.

“no, no! shut up, everyone! no, nothing’s happened. jeez. you’re like a group of possessed parrots.”

“i’m confused,” dustin started. “why aren’t you guys dating?”

“yeah!” max exclaimed, and steve was genuinely surprised at the girl’s interest in his (nonexistent) love life. “you guys already act like you’re dating.”

“they act like they’re married.” lucas corrected.

“you’re perfect for each other.” dustin went on. “you both like horror movies, you always laugh at her terrible jokes, she laughs at yours. not to mention you’re the ones who take care of us.”

“yeah, and she makes you decent.” robin remarked.

“and you make her happy.” eleven pointed out, and her profound, sincere comment managed to turn them all silent.

you and jonathan walked into the room, taken aback by the uncharacteristic quiet.

“what’s going on?”

to make matters even more suspicious, everyone shouted ‘nothing!’ at the same time. you raised an eyebrow, but decided not to engage, sitting down next to steve and stealing a piece of bacon from his plate.

“i like your shirt.” max told you.

“thanks. it’s steve’s.” you said casually.

you watched curiously as the rest of the kids tried to contain their laughter. you looked at steve, but he just shrugged, a faint flush on his cheeks.

— ❀ —

things were changing with you and steve. you noticed it in the way his gaze lingered on yours, making every moment of eye contact a breathtaking incident.

and now, at the bonfire the kids had insisted on having since it was the last night of the sleepover, you saw it in the way he looked at you first whenever he made a joke, or when he gave you the best s’mores.

“bonfires always get me so emotional.” robin expressed. “they remind me of the last nights at summer camp. i feel like we’re saying goodbye, or something.”

“no one’s saying goodbye,” steve rolled his eyes. “i’ll be seeing your little sunburnt face before i get the chance to miss you.”

robin glared at him.

“expect to see a lot of me this summer,” dustin added. “you won’t be able to get me away from that pool. or your nintendo.”

“great.” steve said sarcastically.

“you know,” you said, taking the s’mores steve was offering you. “even if we’re not saying goodbye, this is still our last night doing this. we can get emotional if we want.”

“no, don’t start!” will cried out. “you always cry when you make speeches.”

“i won’t make a speech.” you rolled your eyes. “i just want to say that… i never thought i’d have a friend group like this. that i’d ever feel this comfortable and happy. and, honestly, after all we’ve been through, i think we’re bonded for life.”

you gazed at your friends, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. “don’t you think?”

“yeah.” mike agreed, and the rest followed, agreeing quietly.

“i don’t think i could ever forget you guys.” max said. “even if i wanted to.”

lucas wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she smiled, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“whatever happens in the future, let’s promise to protect each other.” nancy spoke.

everyone nodded, a silent promise hanging in the air as the friends leaned against the person sitting next to them, looking for comfort in the people they trusted the most in the world. their family.

— ❀ —

everyone had already gone to sleep, but you lingered by the stairs with steve. it was your last night here. if something was meant to happen, it was now or never.

“so, last night here.” you commented, playing with your feet.

“yeah.” he chuckled awkwardly. “i mean, not mine. i live here. but yours.”

he didn’t say anything else, and neither did you. you looked everywhere except at each other.

“it’s been a… very insightful week.”

“totally.” you agreed, even though you weren’t sure what he meant by ‘insightful’.

steve finally looked at you, and you hesitantly looked back. the look in his eyes made your breath catch in your throat: you were pretty certain it was now.

“we should get some sleep. it’s late.” he concluded after a moment, putting his hands in the back pockets of his jeans.

“oh.” you nodded your head, furrowing your eyebrows, doing your best to hide your disappointment. “yeah, sure. goodnight.”

“goodnight.”

you motioned to go up the stairs, but he had to go upstairs too, so you ended up bumping against each other. you both chuckled awkwardly, walking together.

when you finally got upstairs, both of you glanced at each other’s respective rooms, lingering. okay, maybe downstairs wasn’t now or never, you thought. now was now or never. if he wanted to make a move, this was the perfect moment.

“alright. goodnight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” he said and quickly walked away, shaking his head and muttering a ‘what?’ under his breath.

“uh, yeah, thanks.” you mumbled, walking into his room.

you shut the door behind you and rested your head against it, letting out a groan.

you turned and turned on the bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. you kept going over this past week, wondering if you had imagined all the longing glances and touches and subtle flirting.

wondering if the night at the pool, or the night when you had slept on the couch, or the morning at the supermarket hadn’t meant anything to him. like it meant to you.

not knowing was driving you crazy. so you decided to give in to your curiosity and impulsivity and got out of the bed, going over the things you were going to say when you confronted him.

but when you walked out of the room, you were surprised to find steve already in the hallway, wide-awake, his hair messy and his clothes wrinkled.

“oh, hi.” he said, startled.

“hi.” you replied, all your bravado and courage fading away as soon as you looked into his eyes.

“is everything okay?”

“yes, yeah. i was just… it’s nothing,” you chuckled sheepishly. “where were you going?”

“i, uh,” he looked away. “i just wanted to make sure you didn’t have another one of those nightmares.”

“oh,” you nodded your head. “yeah, i’m okay. thank you.”

“good. great.”

“i should…” you took a step back. “yeah, goodnight.”

being in steve’s presence was dangerous. especially when you were so worked up and sleepless and confused and he was looking like that.

you practically ran back to steve’s room, not daring to cast him another glance.

throwing yourself on the bed, you put the pillow over your head, trying not to scream. what were you doing? were you insane? you had almost ruined your friendship with steve just because you were being stupid over things that didn’t mean anything. not only that, but messing things up with steve would have perpetual consequences on the entire group, and you couldn’t do that. not when all of you had just promised you’d always be there for each other, no matter what.

naturally, you convinced yourself you should apologize to steve in case you had made things weird. so you got on your feet again, and you opened the door.

only steve was already there, his hand raised, about to knock.

and you forgot whatever it was that you wanted to tell him. you forgot about your worries and your fears and your imagination. you didn’t know what you had imagined and what you hadn’t, you just knew what you were feeling right now, as steve stood in front of you, his eyes showing an urgency that resembled your own.

you had spent the last hour going over possible things you could say, but at that moment, words were the last thing on your mind. because he was cupping your face with his hands and he was kissing you.

he was kissing you, and you didn’t waste a second before kissing him back, your hands finding its way to his hair. his mouth was warm and your hands moved about his body, pulling him towards you. it was just him, him and him and him.

he kissed you with so much force you stumbled back into the room, and he followed, his hands not leaving the grip on your waist. in one swift movement, he put one hand on the back of your neck, and he shut the door with the other.

– monday.

everyone was already in the car, except for you. you were standing with steve on his doorstep.

“so...”

“so…”

“are you busy tonight?”

“i haven’t even left yet and you already miss me?” you teased.

“maybe.” he grinned, and you felt so lucky, so ridiculously lucky, that you were the one he was dedicating that beautiful smile to.

“i’m free.”

“can i… pick you up?” he asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “at seven, maybe?”

“sounds good.” you nodded, breaking into a smile. his gaze fell to your lips for a moment, before finding your eyes again.

“great.”

he kept playing with your fingers, simply gazing at you. you realized that it wasn’t that the whole world disappeared when he was looking at you. the world was still there, but he made it better.

steve placed one hand on your cheek, pulling you closer to him. he planted a soft, short kiss on your lips, before pulling away and planting another one on your nose.

“i’ll see you tonight.”

you said your goodbyes, and as you walked to the car, you were greeted by a tumult of screams and shouts as the kids cried out “i knew it! i knew it!”.

“yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes but not being able to erase the smile from your face. “now, seatbelts.”

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On the terrace

Summary: you were just chillin' on your hotel's terrace when you saw Gavi on the opposite teracce.

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(Sorry for my English, it's not my first language)

It was Champions League final tomorrow and you and your dance company were asked to preform at the opening ceremony. You were happy that Barcelona is playing in the final. After all you were a culer. You could preform and watch the FC Barcelona's match. Your dream came true.

Now you were sitting on your hotel's room terrace in your Gavi jersey, studying a bit for your verbal matriculation examination with your headphones on your head. You weren't listening to music but it muffled the noise outside. Meanwhile Gavi was come out of his hotel room and looked at the view but he saw something or I could say somebody else. It was you. Your face illuminated by the sunset, it was just perfect in his eyes so he decided to stare at you a little bit.

You final done with studying after an hour so you decided to continue to write your love letter for Gavi which you were writing since you were 17. You were 18 now and he was 19. Perfection. You couldn't deny the fact that you had a huge crush on him. He is cute, handsome, those beautiful eyes and his perfect smile. He was perfect in your eyes. A lot people said to you that you only like Barca beacuse of Gavi but no. You've loved it for a long time. Your favorite trio was the MSN (Messi, Suárez, Neymar). It broke your heart when it was over. You didn't plan to give Gavi the letter after the match, but you were thinking of it now. Maybe it is your only chance but it could be so creepy for him. A random fangirl gives him a love letter. A bit weird.

While you were thinking of it, you looked up a bit from your paper to see the view but you saw somebody else. You thought that you were crazy. It was impossible. Pablo Gavi was standing in front of you on the opposite terrace and he was looking at you. Exactly at you. You saw his eyes perfectly, because the street was narrow and the buildings were close to each other. Your were shocked and it was very visible on your face. He waved at you. You smiled and waved him back.

- I though you'd never look up from your books. - he shouted a bit so you could hear him.

- I'm sorry, I was focused on studying. - you shouted back. - Wait, what? What do you mean? You were watching me? - you asked with more shock on your face.

- For an hour now. But i don't mind if i can staring at beautiful girl like you in the sunset. - he answered with a smile on his face. That goddamn smile. You thought you're gonna faint. Not just because of his smile, because of his answer too. He said you are beautiful. Pablo Gavi said that you are beautiful. -Do you mind if I go to your place? - he asked what? You weren't ready for these questions but you would be the biggest idiot to reject this offer.

- Yeah sure. Why not? - you said and he was already on his way to your room. Pablo Gavi was on his way to your hotel room. You couldn't even process these actions and before you knew it he was knock on your door. You quickly run to the door and opened it. There was he. The man of your life. He was standing in front of you. You looked into his beautiful eyes and you felt like you were in heaven.

- Can I come in? - he asked because you were just standing there looking into his eyes.

- Yeah, sure. - you blushed. He came into your room and he went to the terrace and sat in a chair. You followed him and did the same then you realized that the letter was almost right in front of his eyes so you quickly covered it by putting a book on it. You had to turn back by doing this so he perfectly saw the back of your jersey. The number 6 and his name.

- I like the back of your jersey, preciosa. -he winked at you.

- Did you just call me preciosa? - you extremly blushed. He saw the back of your jersey and called you preciosa. What the hell is going on?

- Yeah, but if it makes you uncomfortable then I'll stop. - he rubbed the back of his neck.

-No no no, it doesn't make me uncomfortable. It was just unexpected. - you laughed a bit nervously. After all, Gavi called you preciosa.

- So what brings such a beautiful girl here? - he asked you looking into your eyes. You could tell that he was really curious. He knew that you were in a hotel now, so you didn't live here.

- Well, I don't think you'll believe it, but our dance company got a request to preform at the opening ceremony of the Champions League final. That's why I'm here. - you told him and now you were curious about his reaction.

- So you're not just beautiful but a dancer as well. Tell me more about your little secrets. - you giggled a bit by his reaction.

- I don't have secrets.

- Oh yes you have. Such as your name, your number or you Instagram account. Anything that keeps me in touch with you. - it was so clear what he wanted but you didn't want to believe it.

- Well, i could give them. My name is Y/N L/N and I'm from (you're country). But for my number and insta I need your phone. - you smiled at him he gave his phone to you and you wrote your number in it and search for you Instagram account. You had a few ten thousands followers. After all you were a dancer. You were a bit famous. You gave him his phone back an he immediately stalked a your insta a bit.

- Wow, you are a really succesful dancer as I see. -he scrolled down your account. Your face now was clearly red. - I'm really looking forward to see you dance tomorrow. - he looked up at you. - I'm so happy that you support Barca. This is the best case scenario ever. - you smiled at him. - But now unfortunately I have to go back to my hotel room. Pedri is gonna kill me if he can't find me there. -he stood up. Before he could go to the door you grab his wrist and you don't even know why.

- Gavi wait! - you stood up too.

- What is it? - you couldn't answer. You really didn't know why did you stopped him. You guess you really didn't want him to go.

- Well maybe it's a bit embarrasing but... if i have a chance finally I'm gonna ask. - you took a deep breath. - Can I get a hug? - you looked to your side and blushed. He didn't even answered, just hugged you. You hugged him back. You felt so safe and calm in his arms. You felt like you were in heaven.

-It's the least I can do. But now I really have to go. - he pointed to the door.

- Yeah, sure. Go back before Pedri finds out you disappeared. - you both laughed and he went to the door and walked out of the room.

- See you tomorrow, hermosa bailarina! - he winked at you and closed the door. You could scream because of the excitement but insted of screaming you opened the groupchat with your teammates in it and told them everything. You were really looking forward for tomorrow now.

#pablo gavi #gavi #6avi #gavi x you #gavi x yn #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #fc barcelona #fc barca #fc barça #gavi imagine #footballer x reader #footballer x you #footballer x y/n

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Concept: The reader who gets thrown into Hisui can actually still use apps on their Arcphone, and have internet. But only somewhat. They actually can’t type anything. They can’t posts tweets, make any text posts, send any texts, nothing. However, they find a loophole. They can make and send videos, and take pictures. Then they get the idea to stream being in Hisui. It technically works! They don’t have to type anything, just go live and go from there! Bonus points if they were like, a popular streamer/youtuber, or even the Sinnoh Champion before being yeeted to Hisui.

Like, imagine if you’re a popular face in your country and just,,, disappeared for at least a whole week. Literally nothing to show what happened to you, or how you even left. No clothes packed, car still in the lot, all identification still on you table, and even your pokemon are still on the nightstand next to you bed, safe in their pokeballs! The only thing gone is your phone, but it must be broken or turned off, because the phone company and police can’t track it. Some people wonder if you had been kidnapped, or Arceus forbid, something worse. But the detectives can only scratch their head. The doors were still locked, and there were no signs of forced entry, or any at all for that fact. Not to mention the pokemon would have broke out of their pokeballs if they had sensed their owner’s distress. You were just.... Gone. Until a week later. Imagine a week later, people are beginning to lose hope about you, all trails having gone cold. Until later that evening. People get a notification about a streamer going live. It’s the person who disappeared. People rush to the stream to see what the hell is going on, and maybe get some answers. Maybe an explanation at best! Or at worst, someone hacking your account.... Everyone joins, only to see.... You...? You’re dressed in odd clothing, but it’s unmistakably you. You’re going off, talking about how you got dumped in ancient Sinnoh or something, and have been told by god itself to find all pokemon in said ancient Sinnoh. At first, people think you’re crazy, until they notice some familiar landmarks. And all the wild pokemon. Especially the GIANT wild pokemon. You claim Arceus won’t let you make text posts or regular tweets, and won’t let you receive normal messages, so you’re just,, stuck making streams and videos. You laugh how that’s arguably worse than typing anything else, but hey, you’re not a god. How are you supposed to know how one thinks? People are suspicious at first, but it becomes horrifyingly clear that you aren’t joking, and that you are somehow stuck in the past, still able to livestream and make videos. You jokingly talk about the people you meet, and your job for the day/week. You often stream yourself hunting down pokemon, and writing down stuff in your pokedex. If you still have access to the chat, you gladly answer any questions you get, and happily get all help in filling out the pokedex. If not, I’d think it’d be amusing if people could still talk through donations, the TTS voice talking out to you in the wild. Even funnier since you don’t even get the money being sent to you. “it’s not so bad!” You muse to the phone quietly, back striking a Pikachu with a pokeball, and catching it instantly. “I just wish that the people would stop acting like I’m gonna grow four extra arms and bite their heads off.” You tend to use the streams to vent a bit as well, seeing as they are the only sense of familiarity you have here in Hisui. So when people find out you apparently fell from a space and time rift in the sky, they are rightly horrified. With all of this going on, your situation gets international attention. People from across the globe are wondering what the hell is going on. Champions, professors, gym leaders, you name it. You have a lot of people now watching your streams. It’s gets even weirder when you open up stream on day, both giddy and almost gobsmacked. “Hey guys! So uh- okay.” You start off, almost scatterbrained. “So like, I have to go quell this one pokemon, Lord Electrode, I think? Whatever- ANYWAY you guys will not believe who I found.” You say, ignoring the questions about ‘Lord Electrode’. “Turns out, okay- like, I didn’t keep up with a lot of international news before ending up here, right? But I did hear about a few things. Anyway, this is important. Wasn’t there like, this subway guy that went missing a few years ago? Like, in Unova?” You managed to ask in your rambling. You get a few responses to your question, a lot of people bringing up said Subway Boss’s name. “Ingo? So it is Ingo? I knew it!” Your viewers ask what you were talking about. Why was this relevant? Though a few people already had a sinking feeling in their stomachs. “Okay so, like, I wake up this morning and just?? There’s a guy in a torn coat? Outside my house? Like, he looked like the subway guy, but there are a lot of people who look like people i met personally. I figure, ‘huh, this guy might be an ancestor, or whatever.’“ You ramble on, ignoring how the chat seemed to speed up as you continue talking. “Anyway, he tells me good morning, and says I’m needed at headquarters. I said thanks, and went on, and learned that the guy’s name was Ingo!” You ignored the chat blowing up, as you paced across your little room. “And like, I thought ‘huh, that sounds familiar! And he looks familiar!’ But didn’t really think about it until Irida mentioned he was an amnesiac? And is also not from Hisui? He apparently also fell from the sky or something. He’s not sure.” You said with a wave of your hand. You ignored the onslaught of text to speech messages for now, too caught up in your own explanation. “So then I got to thinking, ‘hey, didn’t a guy with that name go missing in Unova?’” You asked, spinning on your heel, facing the phone once more. “And THEN it hit me, I thought he looked damn near the same as the guy! Just like, a little beat up. His coat is like, super shredded, and his hat has some holes in it.” You said, briefly describing the man. “Guys, I know it sounds crazy, but I think the missing subway guy is the same guy who I’m supposed to meet with today. I think he got sent back like me, but somehow lost his memories!” You told the chat excitedly. Your phone was blowing up with the amount of messages you were receiving. You definitely had a back log. Grabbing the phone, you looked to the door, and sighed. “I gotta go guys. I have to meet Ingo soon, and it’s gonna take a while to walk there. I’ll see if I can get pictures or stream with him! Bye guys!” You wave to the phone, ignoring the messages desperately asking for more details. Shutting the stream off, you begin packing for your journey. Meanwhile, Emmet and Elesa are desperately trying to contact you after hoards of people sent them clips of you talking about Ingo. None of their messages go through. Some people tell them that apparently, Arceus itself won’t let you type messages, only stream and make videos and photos. Emmet begrudgingly waits for your next stream. Eager to see if it really is his missing brother, who’s apparently been thrown several centuries in the past.

#pokemon #submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #reader insert #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon x reader #zed.writes #pla #its dumb but i thought the idea was funny #just imagine emmet donating every few minutes #just to talk and see his brother #jfsakjfdksfj

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