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last call | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reader

a one shot based on the song last call by jamie miller, i highly suggest listening to it 'Cause when it's last call I wanna be your first call I wanna be your ride home You're gonna be my downfall

word count: 7.4k tags/warnings: soft and sweet, alcohol consumption

Max Verstappen was a lot of things.

He was a world champion, for starters. A two-time world champion, a title he carried proudly. He was on his way to claim that title for the third time, but he didn’t let the arrogance or the ease of it get to his head, there was still work to do this season.

He was a son and a brother. He cared about his family more than the media would ever know, always painting him as some sort of villain on and off the track to which it got to the point that Max simply stopped trying to change people’s opinions. His family knew who he was, he didn’t need to make any adjustments for them.

He was a friend, and a damn good one if he said so himself. To be fair, it was difficult to see the mates he grew up with when his job took him around the world and back, but he never forgot his roots. He cherished any time he got to spend with those in his close circle. He had a rule too, no phones. If he was with his friends, nothing on his phone mattered. That was also why he was deemed ‘antisocial’ during any breaks, however long. God forbid he not take any photos of him having a good time to prove he knows how to have a good time.

Last but most certainly not least, on Friday and Saturday nights in Monaco, he was a chauffeur.

Your chauffeur.

Neither of you were quite sure when this whole arrangement started, but did that really even matter?

Max pulled up alongside the curb of the club and sent you a text. A minute later you came walking out the doors, a grin plastered on your face as you said your goodbyes to your friends.

As you walked around the front of the car, Max tried to not let his gaze linger on the way your skirt showcased the length of your legs and how in a matter of a seconds you’d be sitting next to him and he’d be thanking his lucky stars he drove a manual so he had a reason to keep his hand off of you.

You climbed into the passenger side of his car, the seat was already adjusted to your height. There was an unopened bottle of water in the cup holder. An artist you listened to was already quietly playing through the speakers. Even if Max didn’t get a heads up that you were going out tonight, he knew what to do when you called him.

He knew that if the seat was pushed back you would complain, jokingly. He knew that you’d ask if he had water somewhere in his car and he knew that you’d ask for help to connect your phone to Bluetooth, if it hadn’t already died.

And while Max liked that routine, he also liked seeing your face light up when you realised you no longer needed to ask for anything.

“Hi,” you turned in your chair to face him. You were smiling, but you had been smiling all night. Did you mean any of them in the last few hours? The answer was unknown, but you certainly meant it now. You took one look at Max and you couldn’t help but smile, it was your body’s natural reaction, just like how you turned to face him as soon as you sat down.

“Fun night?” He asked. He always asked that, but you both knew he didn’t care about what you got up to inside the walls of the nightclub. If he cared, he would have joined you the number of times you politely asked him to when you saw him in passing when you left the flat. But Max just wasn’t a nightclub kind of person.

“Yeah,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “Yeah, Rina’s a bit of a handful, but it was fun.”

“You stayed out late,” Max pointed out, but not in a type of way you would expect a parent to discipline their kid. It was simply Max calling attention to the time, the same time as always.

This was a habit you had fallen into, unintentionally.

Wherever you were, whatever establishment, when their bartenders yelled for last call, you pulled out your phone and called Max. The call for the last round of drinks was your reminder that you needed to go home and luckily, there was someone who would pick you up, every time, without fail.

It was convenient that you two lived in the same building. It may have been in passing that Max offered for you to ever call him if you needed something, but neither of you expected it to spiral into this.

He was just being friendly. It was the neighbourly thing to do.

Which is why you were hesitant the first time you called Max when you needed a ride home. But all of your friends had left you, you lost your credit card somewhere on the dance floor and in your state of mind, you were in no position to try and walk the streets of Monte Carlo alone.

So you called him, apologising about a dozen times but through the line you heard him get up from bed with a quiet sigh. You heard the jingle of keys and it wasn’t long before you finally heard Max’s car roar to life and he told you he’d be there in ten minutes.

That pattern of sounds became music to your ears before you knew it. The faint grunt as he stood up, the keys twirling around his finger, his car turning on.

Breath, keys, car. It was clockwork. It was something you pretty much expected at this point when you called him.

And Max, well Max knew it was pointless to even lay down, but he did on the off chance you didn’t go out. You always went out.

Max had a good heart. He wanted his friends to be safe and somehow, you had wormed your way into that layer of his life. You were one of his friends. And he would rather you call him every Friday night than have to wake up in the morning and not know if you got home at all.

It was convenient that he was home for the break. He was in Monaco. He could be there for you when you needed him, and he would be.

But that pegged the question, what did you do when he was away? When he was racing? When he was across the globe fighting for championship points, who did you call to pick you up at the end of the night?

Max never asked. In fact, the topic of his job never came up with you. You knew he was a Formula 1 driver, he mentioned it subtly, well he thought it was subtle, it really wasn't. And when you said “Oh yeah, my dad watches that. He likes Josef Newgarden,” Max bit his tongue so as to not tell you that your dad was referring to an IndyCar driver, a completely different series.

You knew very little about the sport. Even with Monaco being the pinnacle track of Formula 1, you never bothered to learn about it or keep up with it. Maybe that’s why Max found it so easy to talk to you in the first place. You never once saw him as a driver. You just saw him as your neighbour and on some nights, your chauffeur.

So one could imagine his surprise when you brought up his career during that drive home.

“When do you go back?” You asked, slight hesitancy in your tone as this was not a topic you knew well, your vocabulary was limited. “To racing?”

“Two weeks,” Max answered. “It’ll be my home race.”

He pulled up to a red light and glanced at you, instantly recognising that the term home race was not one you were familiar with, but you nodded as though you did.

“It’s in the Netherlands,” he further clarified. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you were reminded that he was Dutch.

“That’ll be fun,” you added.

Why was this awkward? Neither of you were usually ones for small talk. Usually you would get in the car and talk about the characters you saw that you knew he’d get a laugh at. You would be chatting his ear off, that was part of the routine.

And tonight, you were struggling to fill the silence. Max couldn’t tell why.

You knew why, however.

It was because when you were out tonight, your friend Rina was whisked away by someone who asked to dance with her. She blushed, her cheeks and neck turning bright red before saying yes and taking his hand to lead her towards the dance floor.

You watched with amusement, happy for your friend, but there was that sinking feeling of jealousy settling in the pit of your stomach. Granted, the man she was dancing with was not your type. He was tall, too tall, with dark features, an arm of tattoos. Sure he seemed charming and he certainly knew how to dance, but you weren’t jealous he had chosen Rina instead of you.

You were jealous that your friend had someone to dance with.

And you had been asked a few times by strangers to join them under the lights, but you turned down all of them. They weren’t people you wanted to spend your time with. They didn’t give you butterflies when you thought about the potential of starting something new with a stranger from the club.

No, you got those butterflies when you climbed into the passenger seat of Max’s car. They were faint, they came as fast as they went. They could have been mistaken for nausea if you weren’t certain you only had two drinks tonight.

But they were there.

Which led to your next thought, if Max ever asked you to dance, you’d say yes in a heartbeat.

And you had been attracted to Max since the first day you saw him, basically, but you kept those feelings to yourself, even as they grew from a physical attraction to more.

Recently, however, they had been getting harder and harder to ignore.

So maybe that’s why you were struggling to move past this silence right now. You were suddenly looking at Max in a very different light. He was your friend, yes, but he had proven time and time again that he would show up for you, that he wouldn’t hesitate to pick you up no matter that hour. None of your other friends made that commitment to you.

But you would never act on any of it. The thoughts, the feelings. Max had never once hinted that he was interested, he was just nice. He was wholesome, despite what you had heard in the media. He was just looking out for you.

So when he walked you to the door of your flat that evening, you said goodnight like you usually did and you headed inside.

You had no idea that Max lingered in the hallway for a minute, debating with himself whether or not he should knock on your door. He’d done it before, making up some excuse to talk to you for just another few minutes.

Because the truth was, Max enjoyed the time he spent with you, even if it was limited to those car rides from the club to your apartment complex. He liked not knowing which version of you would climb into the passenger seat. While you were almost always talkative, there were times when all you wanted was a coffee at an ungodly hour. There were times when you were complaining about the people you met. There were times when you couldn’t stop laughing to the point that Max had to pull over because your laughter was angelic and contagious and he wasn’t about to risk getting into an accident because the two of you couldn’t contain yourselves.

Max liked the fact that you always called him at the end of the night.

For some weird reason, he liked that you were thinking of him. It made him so unbelievably happy to know that when the bartender yelled for ‘last call’ at the end of the night, he was your first call.

But those phone calls were only ever restricted to Friday and Saturday nights. And only when he was in Monaco. While you didn’t understand Formula 1, you must have followed it a bit to know when he wasn’t home. You never called him during a race weekend.

Except that one night last year when he was in Austin. It was just after 2am in Monaco, but Max was sitting down and having dinner in his hotel room. For you, it was early Sunday morning. For him it was still Saturday.

And it was because you didn’t recognise the pattern, you didn’t hear the breath, the keys, the car, you instantly knew that this was a weekend where he was away. He was working, racing, whatever he wanted to call it.

“Oh fuck,” you blurted out before Max could say anything. Your exclamation was met with a hefty laugh. He wasn’t annoyed in any means that you had called him while he was away, just a bit surprised is all.

“I can order you an uber,” He instantly offered. You heard the sound of him shifting on the bed and his voice then echoed as it bounced off the walls of his hotel room, like he turned on the speakerphone, like he was already looking for the app to order you an uber from halfway across the world.

“I can do that myself,” you argued.

The line was silent for a moment. You were both thinking the same thing. Why didn’t you just always call an uber? Why did you always rely on Max to drive you home?

Neither of you voiced that question. You had your own answers, but if they didn’t match up then that would lead to an entirely different conversation, one that you could do without, one that had the risk of ruining whatever sort of pattern you had fallen into.

“You okay? Did you have a fun night?” Max moved on, not wanting to think about how you were probably ordering that car for yourself. If he was in Monaco right now, he’d already be in the elevator down to the parking garage.

“Yeah, it was good,” your words slurred together. Not enough to alarm Max, but he knew you. He knew that the more you drank, the more honest you were.

You proved that point about two seconds later.

“Honestly, Jordan’s just fucking annoying,” you sighed. Max could picture you running your hands through your hair, you did that often, but especially when something was eating at you and right now, it was your friend Rina’s boyfriend. Boyfriend? Boy toy? Ex? Max tried to keep up, but there was a new label every week. It’d be easier to stay up to date with your life and the ‘drama’ that circled it if you saw him more than once or twice a weekend, but he wasn’t about to put that thought in your head and potentially scare you off. What you had was fine. The late night calls, the last calls turned first calls was fine.

“What happened now?” Max asked.

“Well we literally told him not to come out, Rina’s still pissed after what he did last week- oh shit, hang on.”

While you searched for what Max could only assume was a credit card or your lip gloss or something that should have fallen out of your pockets by now, he thought back to what Jordan did last week.

You sighed heavily into the receiver, “...what was I saying?”

“Rina’s still mad,” Max reminded you. “She hasn’t forgiven him for getting drunk at her parents anniversary dinner?”

You laughed, “God you have a better memory than me. I had to ask Rina why we were giving him the cold shoulder tonight.”

Point for Max.

Why did this little victory mean so much to him?

“Anyway, he tried to make it up to her tonight by buying all of her drinks but then his card declined like an hour in, who lives in fucking Monte Carlo and can’t afford drinks? He’s a fake, is what he is and Rina deserves so much better. I have a theory he’s-”

“That he's from Nice,” Max finished with his own chuckle. “Want me to hire a P.I. to look into it?”

There was a pause and then a very serious, “Can you actually do that?”

“I could but I was joking,” Max said. He could picture your pouty bottom lip. It was a good thing you weren’t actually with him. He probably would have given in and found a private investigator within an hour.

“Oh I think my uber- yeah that’s it,” you said, more to yourself than to him as your voice trailed off at the end. “I’m sorry for calling. I knew you were in Austin, I just- I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” Max told you. “You don’t ever need to apologise for calling me. You know that if I was home I’d come pick you up, right?”

A faint inhale, one that held so many feelings that your words could never express, “I know.”

“Get home safe, okay?”

“I will,” you assured him. “And good luck today. Or- tomorrow, I guess. I know you’ll kill it.”

This was how Max knew you weren’t keeping up with Formula 1. He had officially claimed his second world championship title last weekend in Japan. He could quite literally sit out of the remaining races and still hold enough points to safely stand at the top of the driver standings.

But he wasn’t going to tell you that because he knew you’d instantly feel bad for not knowing, for not congratulating him. In your head, the championship fight went until the end of the season and typically it would, but this year was different for Max.

Max just said thank you and you both hung up. You climbed into the backseat of an uber where there was no water waiting for you and you didn’t dare ask for the driver to play Harry Styles. Max laid back on his bed, pushing his tray of room service aside as he stared up at the hotel ceiling.

When he returned that following Monday, Max was surprised to see dark blue streamers hanging on the outside of his door. There was a card shoved halfway underneath the door and he opened it up, looking at the delicate handwriting that read ‘heard you’re a world champion or whatever, let me know if you want to celebrate, I don’t mind picking you up for a change’.

Max laughed as he read the card. It was very you. You didn’t give two shits about the driver championship and Max loved that. He loved that you found reasons to be his friend outside from the fact that he was a Formula 1 driver. You didn’t care that his name came with power, wealth, fame, but you still showed your support with the little you knew about racing. You were a good friend to him.

And that’s what it was. Friendship. Why else would you have written, ‘I don't mind picking you up for a change’? You weren’t offering to celebrate with him, you were offering to be the designated driver after he went out with his group of friends, the friends that did care about his career.

Max would have gone out and celebrated with you. He would have said yes in a heartbeat, if you asked.

But you didn't. The closest that you came to going out with him was when you politely invited him to join you on your evenings out with your close circle, but Max was an afterthought. You never knocked on his door and invited him out, it was only if you passed him in the hallway or if the elevator doors opened and he was standing on the other side.

And Max said the same thing every time. ‘Nah, you have fun. Let me know if you need a ride home.’

Max thought you were just being friendly, neighbourly, but the truth was, you were waiting for the day where he said ‘Yeah, why not?’.

You never went out of your way to ask him out because of the rejection you had received in passing. How embarrassing would it be if you knocked on his door only to be met with the same rejection? To see the look of pity on his face as the door slowly shut.

There was a lot of uncertainty when it came to how you saw him or how he saw you and the only thing that was certain, was that you were friends.

So that’s why Max didn’t knock on your door now and make up some excuse about how you left his lip gloss in his car. He returned to his room and found himself staring up at the ceiling of his flat at 2:30 in the morning, something he had gotten quite used to, until sleep took over as he was thinking about how maybe next time, maybe next Friday, he’ll make a proper move.

But a wrench was thrown into his plans when your name lit up his phone screen a few days later. It wasn’t weird that you were calling him, what he couldn’t understand was why. It was a little after three on a Wednesday. Your conversations, the phone calls, the late night drives, they were confined to weekends.

Max answered though, maybe you left work early and accidentally drank too many sangrias on a patio. He’d pick you up, of course, this was just very unlike your pattern.

He expected to hear the slurring of words. He could understand drunk you enough to piece together what you were saying.

But the sharp inhale through your words, this was new. It was clear you were actively trying to not cry into the phone, trying to hold yourself together but Max heard it as your meek ‘hi’ came through the receiver.

And god did it break him.

“Where are you?” Max asked, already sliding his shoes on practically sprinting towards the elevator. Of course it was stuck on the main floor. No matter how many times he pressed the button, that steel boxed moved too damn slowly for his own good.

“Horizon,” you sniffed. Max recognized that restaurant. “I’m sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t know who to call. Can you-”

“I’m already on the way.”

It wasn’t far. Max pulled up outside the restaurant in under ten minutes. You were sitting on a bench, dark shades covering your eyes but Max caught the way you raised your hand to wipe your cheeks before climbing into the car.

He didn’t even think to grab tissues before leaving his flat, but he had a feeling you would just deny them anyway. If he knew anything about you, he knew you weren’t one to cry. You had a very hard exterior, you felt things deeply, but you didn’t cry. Not in front of other people.

“Can we just- I don’t know, can we just drive for a bit?” you kept your gaze on the road in front of you. This wasn’t like you and Max would do anything to see the light in your eyes, to see your bright smile that made getting out of bed at 2 in morning worth it every time.

Max nodded, getting the idea that you didn’t want to talk. Or if you did, it would be on your own accord. You crossed one leg over the other and Max glanced at the beige romper you wore. He didn’t point out the dark red stain on your hem, but you rubbing at it was certainly not going to get it out. He could only assume it was wine? Did you spill wine on yourself at lunch? Who were you even out for lunch with?

And then he noticed you playing with the ring on your middle finger, again this wasn’t like you. You didn’t fidget and if you did, you’d play with the strands of your hair.

Max had seen you drunk, he’d seen you a few drinks in, he’d seen you sober.

He’d never seen you so upset over something before, though. The silence in the car was heavy. Whatever was on your mind, he wished there was a way for him to take some of the weight off of you.

He wasn’t travelling in any particular direction, just aimlessly around Monaco, but after the seconds turned to minutes, Max saw you visibly relax against the seat of his car.

“Do you know what I do?” You asked him, pulling your sunglasses off.

You both turned your faces towards each other. Faint mascara smudges stained the corner of your eyes. Your cheeks were still rosy, your jaw was clenched in anticipation of the rest of the conversation. This wasn’t the you that Max was used to, but it was a version of you he wanted to get to know. He wanted to know every side of you, even the sides you tried to hide behind sunglasses and spilled wine and choked back tears.

“Job wise?” Max asked for clarification. “Yeah, you’re ah- an environmental consultant? Right?”

You were a little impressed that he knew, but to be fair, you’ve had hundreds of conversations with Max and you weren’t sober for all of them. The discussion of jobs probably slipped your mind.

“I like my job,” you stated.

“Good. That’s important.”

“So why do I feel stuck?”

Max licked his lower lip, “Elaborate.”

“I’ve been doing the same thing since I graduated,” you told him, looking out the window again. Slowly, the Monte Carlo skyline was disappearing into the side mirrors. “And I like it, I do. I like the company I work for. I like the people I work with, but why does it feel like that’s the only thing I have going for me in life right now?”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Max sighed, but if he was being honest, he had no idea. What he knew about you was minimal and it killed him.

You nodded, but it was just out of politeness so as to not argue that he was wrong.

A few more minutes passed before you inhaled the heaviest breath your lungs could take.

“My sister’s engaged. Rina’s moving to Milan at the end of the summer. My brother travels for a living and I just- I’m not doing anything.”

So that’s what this was about. Max was smart, he could put the pieces together. You talked about your siblings a bit, but you never mentioned your sister getting married before. The way you were looking down at your hand throughout this drive told Max that this late lunch was you meeting your sister so she could announce the good news.

And something as big as that would undoubtedly send someone spiralling, making them question their own life choices, the path they were on. As long as Max has known you, you’ve had the same job, same friends, no partner.

Your best friend moving was not new either, you had excitedly told Max about her job offer a few weeks back, but maybe it was just sinking in now. Everyone around you was moving onto bigger and better things and you were, as you put it, stuck.

“I think I need a change of scenery,” you admitted quietly.

Which was not what Max wanted to hear.

Selfishly, he didn’t want you to leave Monaco. Even though he was the one who was gone so many weeks out of the year for the races, he liked knowing you would always be there when he returned home. That you were just down the hall.

Before Max could try and talk you out of moving, you reached across the centre console and put your hand over his, the one that rested on the gear stick. This wasn’t the first time you had done this, Max knew you to be a little handsy when you were drinking, but you seemed to be sober this time.

“I’m sorry for calling you,” you said, even though you really didn’t need to apologise. “I didn’t know who else to call and I just, I needed to breathe.”

Max found comfort in that.

That he was someone you could clear your head with, that you didn’t need to put on an act around him. In a way, you trusted him. You must have if he was your first call after your sister dropped a bombshell.

When the two of you found your way back to the apartment complex, Max walked you to the door like he always did. Your flushed cheeks had returned to its normal colour. Your eyes no longer looked glossed over. And the smile you gave him seemed genuine.

You unlocked the door and pushed it open and something in Max screamed now or never and before he knew it, he was reaching for your hand to keep you from going inside. He pulled you back to face him and the expression you wore was unreadable.

Max froze.

Something that he never did.

He was always calm and collected, always ahead of his thoughts, always knew what to do and when to do it.

But that was thanks to his training and his training only prepared him for driving at ridiculous speeds and navigating dozens of race tracks and thinking on his feet in tough situations while he sat behind the wheel of an F1 car.

His training didn’t prepare him for how stunned he would feel as he met your eyes, grabbing your attention for the first time outside the safety net of his regular car.

Whatever Max wanted to say, it had now vanished and he had no choice but to rely on the words that he had told you many times before.

“You know you don’t need to apologise for calling me, right?” Max said, his hand falling from yours.

“I know,” a faint breath of laughter followed your assurance.

“And for the record-” Max paused. “I don’t think you’re stuck. I think you’re right where you need to be.”

Max’s words stayed with you for the next few days. In fact, they were all you could think about, even when you met Rina Saturday night at your usual spot. She had ordered you a drink, she was a few in herself already and you had barely taken a sip when she brought up the idea of you moving to Milan with her.

You almost spit out the cocktail, “I- what? Move with you? Rina, my job’s here.”

“Yeah but you’re so experienced, I’m sure you could find another one in Milan,” Rina stuck out her lower lip. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do without my best friend.”

While you might have contemplated moving a few days ago, you weren’t sure you were really ready to leave Monaco. This was your home, you loved it here. Despite what you said to Max about feeling stuck, his words were burned into your mind.

You weren’t stuck. You had no reason to leave. You wanted to be here.

You just had a momentary lapse of judgement.

“I’m not moving, Rina,” you sighed, connecting your hand with hers. “But I’ll visit and you can too. I’m still your best friend, even if we’re in different countries.”

She knew better than to plead her case any more, deciding that spending the night drinking and dancing was more fun than thinking about her upcoming move.

And before you knew it, the DJ made an announcement for the last call at the bar and you were pulling out your phone to call Max.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?” Rina said, or rather, yelled, as the music was still blaring. She saw his contact on your screen, she saw the way the corner of your lips were pulled upwards when you thought about being with him shortly.

“Because I don’t feel anything,” you shouted back. It was a lie. A bold faced lie that your friend saw right through but didn’t push you any more on it.

She walked with you to the curb. Max rolled down the window and waved to her, offering her a ride as well. But Rina denied it, she knew this was your time to be with Max.

“Get home safe, I love you,” you called out, hand gripping the handle of the passenger side door. Rina blew you a kiss and then you climbed in.

Max reached into the backseat and grabbed the bottle of water he had tossed there when he left his apartment. He waited until taking a sip before asking if you had a fun night.

“Yeah, Rina asked me to move to Milan with her,” you answered, wiping the corner of your mouth. You looked at Max expectantly, trying to gauge what his answer would be. Surely the man who told you that you were in the right place wasn’t going to encourage you to move.

Max just hummed and put the car into drive. He waited until you were a few minutes away from the club to say anything, as if seeing Rina standing on the sidewalk in the rearview mirror was somehow going to make this conversation harder.

“What did you-” Max stopped himself and chose something else to say, “You’re not moving, though. Right?”

And then you saw it. The way his eyebrows furrowed in concern. The way his hand clenched over the gear lever. The way his jaw tightened as he fought with himself before asking if you were in fact leaving.

Max didn’t want you to go.

That thought alone made your stomach turn in knots, but not the kind you felt when you were sick. You were most definitely not sick, you could have been floating on cloud 9 when you realised Max wanted you to stay in Monaco.

“Are you kidding?” You retorted, feeling a burst of confidence. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you had been drunk before and never once tried flirting. No time like the present. “Think of how inconvenient it would be for you to drive to Milan every time I go clubbing.”

Max chuckled, his features softening as the lines around his lips made an appearance. God you loved his smile.

“Oh so you’re staying for my sake? Well that’s- that’s really kind of you. Thank you.”

He stopped at a red light and turned to you. The heavy weight that was lingering on his shoulders when you mentioned moving had disappeared instantly. You weren’t going anywhere. You would still be here when Max returned from his races. You’d be here during the break. You’d be here, calling his phone on those Friday and Saturday nights when you needed a ride home.

“Can I ask you something?” Max spoke quietly, waiting until you nodded before getting something off his mind that had been there since this whole driving arrangement started. “Who do you call when I’m not in Monaco?”

Your smile was soft as the corner of your lips were tugged upwards. Max, if he wanted to, could have convinced himself it was the alcohol that caused you to be all smiley, but he also wanted to believe he had something to do with it.

Dropping your gaze for a moment, you parted your lips, closed them again, and then took a breath as Max waited for your response.

“Max, I don’t go out when you’re not in Monaco.”

He was thinking he didn’t hear you correctly. Maybe you said you called some guy named Marco. That made more sense. You called a back-up rather than put your evening social life on pause while he was away.

He needed clarification, “What?”

You laughed this time, looking out the windshield. The traffic light was still red, but Max didn’t need to rely on the soft glow of the street light to make out the shade of pink that was climbing up your neck and cheeks.

“I don’t go out clubbing when you’re not in Monaco,” you repeated. He had heard you correctly.

Max wasn’t sure what to think.

He felt like an idiot, for starters. If he had known you wanted to see him, to spend time with him, he would have put an effort in to join you during your nights out. Or better yet, maybe he would have asked you on a date.

But he was clueless. He didn’t know that you relied on those calls at the end of the night because you were too shy to actually ask him out like a normal person would. You were too afraid of stepping outside of this pattern you both fell into because what if it didn’t work out?

Now it was all out in the open. The only reason you went out as much as you did when he was home was because you used it as an excuse to call him, to see him.

The blaring of a horn from the car behind him caused Max to shift gears, quite literally and metaphorically. He took off, having missed the light turn green, and his attention went back to the road.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look at you, he did. He very much wanted to continue this conversation but he was at a loss for words.

The silence only grew during the drive back to your building. In the corner of his eye, he could see you shifting in the seat. You kept turning your phone on and off, hoping there would be texts to distract you from this hush that had fallen over the car. You were overthinking everything now, did you say the wrong thing? Would it have been better if you didn’t say anything?

Max too was overthinking everything. Had he misread signs you had tried to give him? Was he now making things worse by not acknowledging what you had said? With each passing second, it became more and more unbearable as you sat in anticipation for what sort of conversation was going to come next.

When Max finally pulled into the parking garage underneath the building, you couldn’t have reached for the door handle faster. You wanted to go inside, to forget you had said anything. God you even debated deleting his number from your phone so you didn’t risk calling him again the next time you went out.

But Max was quick too.

He knew he had to do something to make up for how painful this car ride was, something that showed you he was on the same page as you, that he too looked forward to the moments he was home just so he could wait for your phone call.

He stepped out of the car when you did, walking around the front instead of heading towards the elevator. You kept your eyes down, planning on just walking right past him, and you would have, had Max not grabbed hold of your hand and pulled you into his body.

His fingers moved from your hand to your waist as his other hand cupped the side of your face and you finally looked at him for the first time since you got into the car.

Now it was your turn to be at a loss for words, but that didn’t matter anyway. It wasn’t like you had time to say anything before Max took that leap, crossed the line, and pressed his lips to yours.

And it was everything you had been waiting for.

Max leaned against the hood of his car as you slid your hand up his shirt, grabbing the thin material as you wasted no time in kissing him back. His mouth was tender and soft as it moved against yours, both of you feeling the same intensity that had been building up for weeks, maybe even months now.

It took everything in Max to not drag you back into the car and pull you on his lap in the driver's seat, an image that he had painted in his head a while ago. Instead, his grip on your waist just tightened, holding you against his chest the way he had been wanting to for a while now.

Your nose brushed against his when you pulled back, your gaze lingered on his lips before finally darting upwards.

The parking garage was quiet, there was a low hum that came from the pipes above you. The overhead lights did nothing to set any sort of mood, but you couldn’t imagine a better place to share a first kiss with Max.

You weren’t in the safety of his car, a place that had become so comfortable to you. By waiting until you stepped out, by stopping you from walking to the elevator, Max was showing you that this was something he wanted and he wanted it when the car ride was over. He wanted it before you called him, before you went out for the night, before the weekend even started.

He relaxed against the hood of his car, both of you sharing similar looks of serenity. There was no more confusion, no more wavering uncertainty.

His fingers brushed through your hair before bringing your lips to his once more.

And then there it was, that smile of yours that made getting into his car two in the morning so fucking worth it.

“What are you doing next weekend?” Max asked. He now knew the answer wouldn’t be going out with friends, that was reserved for when he was home.

You shrugged, “I’m not sure, why?”

“Well you said you wanted a change of scenery, right?” Max recalled your conversation from earlier this week. “How about the Netherlands?”

“You want me to come to a race?” You were probably the last person who should be invited to a Grand Prix and Max knew this, he even laughed at your doubtful response.

“I really do,” he said.

“I don’t know anything about Formula 1.”

Max rubbed his thumb over your side, the simple gesture was enough to have your body curving against his once more.

“I have all of next week to give you a crash course,” he pointed out. “If you’re interested.”

And of course you were. There’s nothing else you wanted more than to spend your evenings with Max, to learn more about his career, to learn about him. When your lips curved upwards into another smile, Max knew you were on board.

“Okay,” you nodded slightly. “On one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You go out with me the next weekend you’re in Monaco.”

Max dipped his head back and laughed. You rested your hand at the nape of his neck, pulling his face back to yours.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are,” he chuckled. “And I will, but we’ll be leaving before last call.”

“That’s fine with me as long as you still take me home,” you pressed your lips together tightly, trying to contain your eagerness for the night that was still far in the future. Max brushed his thumb over your lower lip. He too was thinking ahead.

Not just to that upcoming weekend, but every weekend after and all of the days inbetween.

Coming home to Monaco was always something he looked forward to, but now he had even more of a reason to anticipate the breaks between races. You two didn’t have to wait until a Friday evening to see each other anymore.

He didn’t have to be your first call at the end of the night, but you both knew he still would be, and so much more.

He’d be your first call when you got home from work and you’d be his when he landed in a new country. You’d be the first person to call him after watching his winning performance of a race and likewise, you’d be the first person he wanted to talk to, the first person he wanted to celebrate with.

There’d be a lot of firsts moving forward, but you didn’t need to wait until last call anymore.

masterlist here

this was mostly for @tsarinablogs and @estevries

#max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen au #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen one shot #mv1 #mv 1 fanfic #max au #f1 one shot #f1 instagram au #f1 requests

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starlostseungmin · 18 days

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stray kids ─── as one direction songs.

✰ pairing : non-idol!skz x afab!reader

✰ genre : fluff, angst, maybe suggestive?

✰ warnings : subtle mentions of sex and drugs, kissing, mentions of food and profanity. lmk if i missed smth.

✰ notes : uhm i really don't know what i wrote. this has been sitting on my drafts since november and thank god anon reminded me about it (i actually went on hiatus after minho's birthday last year so yeah) the songs i associated with skz members are just strongly my opinion mehehe i hope you guys like it, idk if you agree with me in regards with the songs but DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS after it! thank you so much <33

✰ tags : @notastraykid , @ameliesaysshoo , @l3visbby , @reignessance , @lix-ables , @skzfelixlove , @rachabreathing , @hyunverse , @minluvly

masterlist | taglist.

chan ─── perfect

honorable mention: little things

you already know how fucked up your life is but ever since he came, those days became different. it is always the small gestures that one fails to notice in the blink of an eye. you are just going to be surprised by the time it is done or how you managed to get out of a small inconvenience. he loves you so much that he would put you first before anything else.

chan is different from everyone else. maybe because he is labeled to be kind and so above average of doing the bare minimum which people seek from their partners. he’s perfect but he doesn’t think of it the same way.

you tried to convince him a hundred times but all you got in response is him being a blushing mess and his giggle that makes your heart warm every time you hear it. a smile would tug on your lips that would make him stare at you, he’d bounce back on the things you said to him and you think about what did you do in your past life to deserve someone as perfect as him.

“baby, you’re perfect,” you said for the nth time, “no, i’m not, but i’m perfect for you,” he winked. “that was smooth, chan,”

lee know ─── night changes

he might be the type to not show his feelings immediately but he’s the one who subtly shows them. it started slowly, he reassured you that everything would fall into place once you both could figure out what was going on with this relationship.

but as long as you’re together, the love you and him shared will never change. although the process of this love story has made things go in different directions, the thought of having to stick together is essential.

your parents didn’t like him at first, they had someone in mind and that wasn’t him and yet, you didn’t care even if your first date was a disaster and the next one after that, but that didn’t stop you. it took a while for your parents to finally accept him after tons of convincing them that he’s a great guy, but it succeeded later on.

you had a place on your own and welcomed his cats to live with you when some of them were wild, that’s what you think. minho was a mess when you met him, but thanks to you, it’s not that bad anymore.

changbin ─── temporary fix

honorable mention: i want to write you a song

changbin is the type to offer himself as someone you can lean on but it’s not always because of this friendship you have, but as a lover who wanted to make you feel better and forget about shit.

temporary fix is not always meant to be a cover-up of something you’d open up again to allow another train of bullshits in your life. it felt like he was being sent from the heavens to look out for you, an angel whose sole mission is to make you happy, the same feeling like something that keeps you high.

there’s this thing on changbin’s vibe that you don’t want to share with anybody else and he makes you feel things when you’re with him. even though this relationship sounds like a fling and a guy who sneaks into your dorm late at night to make out with you, well, it used to be. but you know changbin is so much more than that after a while.

the phrase, “you can call me when you need me, you know?” whenever he sleeps with you is now in the trashbin the moment you settle to be someone to each other.

hyunjin ─── last first kiss

remember the time when he said that he chose to be the last love instead of the first? exactly. being the last person to love is basically spending the rest of your life with him, even if he’s not your first kiss, not your first love, not your first in everything, it’s fine as long as he’ll be the one you’ll remember as your eternal love.

hyunjin being fitted into this song is like a message that he wanted to convey to his love, a sentiment that would indicate how much he’d spend time and effort to stay by your side until the end of time. indeed, a hopeless romantic man he is.

last first kiss is the very first song that reminds you of him, it is part of those memories you made with him. it was that time when he decided to take this relationship to the next level, yes, he did mention that he wanted to be your last, and by what he meant, an everlasting love.

“let me be your last,” and when you heard him say that, you knew he was the man who fits perfectly into your broken puzzle that would mend the wound forever.

han ─── rock me

honorable mention: midnight memories

rock me suits him as well as midnight memories. but midnight memories have their effects on han, giving him the vibes of being a musician specializing in the rock genre. and as someone who loves to listen to almost every genre in the world, you fell in love with him after watching him busking by the streets.

you were amazed by how talented he is. his fingers strummed that guitar well, and his voice? like an angel. one could say that he is a free-spirited human being who does whatever he wants and writes songs about some things that piqued his interest.

then there’s you, a broken melody who longed for him to come back, the same goes for him who let you go. both of you thought that you were too young to be in love and jisung was better off alone but his songs were dedicated to your break up. you rocked his world when you came and left broken notes when it ended.

but he always believed that what you had back then, was real and that you’d always remember the love you had.

felix ─── why don’t we go there

honorable mention: kiss you

felix is someone who gets hyped easily whenever you’re with him. his bright smile, his funny reactions, and the unidentified sounds that came out of his mouth made him a fun guy to be with. it started with a fling that turned out to be something you didn’t want to rush but it is slowly beginning to have a label.

having a relationship with him offered different dynamics. it is the way he grabs your hand when you both start to get caught by the waves crashing by the shore or how he felt when you kissed him for the first time. he is someone who can get dragged with you to whatever your plan is, a great ball of sunshine to your rainy days, someone that you don’t want to be the one that got away.

he does think the same, especially the fact that he treasures you so much and it became an opportunity to love you more when you spend that one night together somewhere, alone. it was an invitation actually and it made you realize a lot of things.

it is the way he looked at those stars with those dazzling eyes of his. the constellation plastered on his cheeks glowed along with them, it is what they call freckles, you love them as much as how felix felt for you. having him as a getaway made you don’t want to come back, ever again.

seungmin ─── no control

night changes was the first choice but then no control became the one for him, no control, because he is, a menace. he believed that being in love was something that gullible people would do and get hurt, maybe a few of them proved it to be valid and worth it, yet he isn’t convinced because it is just a waste of time.

and yet, you came out of nowhere. it is the way he looks at you with those dazzling puppy eyes, the way he obeys the things you wanted him to do, and it gets worse when you share intimate affections. from a gentle puppy to a wild wolf. there’s something about you that drives him crazy every time.

nothing matters to him when you’re around and he never felt this way before. he’d kiss you out of nowhere when you reached home with your back against the wall as your hands played with his hair. he gets weak and powerless, but gets hyped and rough which you get caught off guard every time.

and he is very loyal, he always makes sure that no other will ever meet his interest. you don’t want to share, anyway and you got him down bad.

jeongin ─── summer love

honorable mention: fool's gold.

loving jeongin is like a breath of fresh air, the freedom that he finally held in his hands, and the time he can make up for himself to be with you. it was a reckless summer that you spent in your grandma’s place, away from the bustling city and this boy showed up on your doorsteps.

it didn’t take a while that you immediately had this puppy love type of interest in each other. you started sneaking out in the middle of the night when your grandma was in her deep sleep, swimming together by the river across the small town on a random afternoon, sharing a kiss under an oak tree that tasted like your grandma’s apple pie, it was great. you didn’t want it to end.

and just like any other summer, it did. you didn’t know if you would still have this continuous conversation when the school year starts since jeongin is miles away from where you live.

you saw him sitting on one of those branches of the oak tree where you kissed for the first time, and there you promised not to lose each other even if the summer ended. you couldn’t believe that what you did for less than two months was this serious. it was hard to say goodbye, yet you hoped nothing would change after the last summer’s sunset.

©️ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

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ofallthingsnasty · 4 months

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pairing: sanji x f!reader tags: crack treated seriously, sanji being sanji, dental student!reader but written from sanji's pov so no medical knowledge needed, fat reader (especially in the belly and tits), suggestive, minors dni, law starring as the resident cockblock word count: 1.8k note: weeks ago I talked about how I parked my tits on the forehead of my patient while doing my first frontal filling years back and immediately got the worst possible idea for a little fic. dedicated to that very same young man. I'm still so sorry dude you were a real one 😶

Sanji feels like his pants are going to explode any moment now. When he got up this morning, he hadn’t expected to have the fingers of a woman down his throat - feeling, massaging and palpating. Admittedly, you’re a little rough with him because you’re untrained but that slight tickle of his gag reflex your fingers evoke is hotter than he thought it could be. He has half a mind not to chase them with his tongue, not wanting to scare you off.

Of course, your intentions are innocent. You’re trying to see something that is entirely beyond his scope but hey, he isn’t the professional here. (Or on the road to be a professional, considering that you’re still a student.) The last time he went to the dentist it had certainly been different - curt, clinical and without much frou-frou - but whatever it is they’re teaching the students nowadays, he finds himself very much agreeing to it. Maybe a bit too much, he thinks and tries to fight the half-chub with thoughts of his old man.

It’s hard, pun intended. You are a dream in starched white directly in front of him, round face scrunched up in concentration. Clearly, you’re taking your task very seriously but that doesn’t help him much with staying composed when you’re clumsily whipping his head around by his teeth, the touch demanding and a little careless. You don’t seem to be the bossy type but there is something about sitting beneath a beam of cold, white light while getting thoroughly inspected by a soft-cheeked, lovely woman that makes his face traitorously warm. “Alright”, you say and pull your fingers out of his mouth, white nitrile shiny with his spit, your skin peeking through the stretched material.

He briefly wonders how they’d feel wrapped around his-

Shit.

“Mucosa looks healthy, gingiva is inflamed, though”, you say to your assisting student, as you turn away from him again - some skinny dude with a severe expression and a goatee. “Can you write that down?”

The guy just nods behind a paper file and Sanji can see it shake with the pressure of a pen against printed-on lines. There is a name tag clipped to his chest but Sanji is ignoring it on purpose. He doesn’t like him at all - he had given the blond nothing but filthy looks after Sanji had offered you his first name upon introduction, and even interrupted him when he was only trying to make (perfectly harmless) small talk. Something about time being of essence but Sanji is just not buying that.

Asshole.

They had battled it out via eye contact when Sanji had to gurgle that god-awful mouthwash for a solid minute and the only thing he won in those sixty seconds was the knowledge that Goatee has terrible manners.

Just his luck, he figures. The one chance he has to be meticulously pampered by a pair of cute dental students has to be ruined by some pierced killjoy. This situation could only have been worse if (by some miracle) Zoro turned out to be your assistance. But fortunately that man knows as much about teeth as he does about navigation: fuck all.

It had been Nami who had recommended the student program to him when he noticed a pesky, dark spot right between his incisors - and while she was intent on saving him money, he was more taken by the thought of being put into the care of aspiring dentists like you. Sanji had been sold. And he had been even more thrilled when he got that first call from you, your voice promising nothing but prowess, delicate hands in his mouth and a sweet face to stare at. (Okay, maybe your hands aren't so delicate after all - but one smile from behind your mask and all is forgiven.)

Too bad your sweet glory comes with a lanky, pierced guard dog.

“Have you had any injections in the past?”, you ask and pull him out of his reverie, a syringe already in your dominant hand. “Ever had any troubles with them?”

He shakes his head no and tries to keep his breathing even when you duck down to him, hunched over as you push his upper lip towards his nose in one swift notion. “This is gonna sting a little. And you might feel a little pressure.” Indeed, it does - but it’s so miniscule that he can barely call it a pinch. Your concern for him is incredibly cute, though. Your hand is a little shaky as you press the liquid out of the needle but aside from the feeling of liquid pooling underneath sturdy skin, he feels nothing. He watches as you furrow your brow and let out a sigh of relief when the syringe is empty. You’re clearly nervous and he wants it to be because of him so, so badly but unfortunately, he knows better.

“It’ll be over soon, you’re doing so well”, you say after putting the needle away and take his upper lip between your index finger and thumb and slot the digit right into the fold that his mucosa forms, gently pulling and rubbing at the same time. “Just a little longer, can you do that for me?” Oh, he’d do much more than this for you, he thinks but the only thing that comes out of him is a weak gurgle.

Goatee scoffs next to him.

“I think you didn't inject enough. You might want to re-apply some.”

“No, I gave him almost two milliliters, that should be enough”, you say and he can tell you’re pouting underneath the mask. Sanji swears the other man grins for a split second. “Bummer.”

“Alright, we’ll just do some prep while the anesthetic kicks in, okay?”, you ask and don’t even wait for an answer. He watches you while you flit around the tiny space, gathering things on the little tray that hovers above him, nods and smiles when you do your best to apply a clunky dental dam and lets you move the chair into the right position. When you’re done, the world is almost upside down, with his head tilted and you right in the center of it all, trying to adjust the light above you.

“Any moment this gets uncomfortable, you tell me immediately, alright?”, you say far above him and he’s grateful that Goatee is doing a great job at using that little saliva tube because he’d be drooling otherwise.

Framed by a pair of thighs, your warmth just at the tip of his head, your breasts almost a shelf between him and your face. This is how he wants to die, he thinks. Just a whole lot of soft woman surrounding him. But it’s only just about to get better.

You take the drill into your hands and inch closer until he feels something solid, yet soft touching him. He realizes that it’s your belly at the same time your assistance does, because as his eyes go dinner-plate-wide, Goatee hisses your name through clenched teeth. “Posture.” Never has Sanji hated another man more than him in this very moment. “Oh, thanks”, you beam, so genuine it makes him want to cry. Unfair. Life is entirely unfair. He wallows in self-pity while you let the bur whir. It’s astounding that he really doesn’t feel anything but the pressure and the low vibration that makes his bones swing, too bad it’s exponentially less wonderful when he could have marveled at the feeling and that warm softness touching him. “You know”, you start the moment the instrument buries itself into his enamel, talking as if you’re both contemplating life over some wine. “Your gums are really inflamed. I can tell that you smoke a lot.” Not able to really answer because of the thin sheet of latex over his mouth, he simply hums in confirmation. He can tell that it bothers you - adorable, you’re worried for his health - because you had been downright shocked while going through a questionnaire with him earlier, shooting Goatee looks that only could be described as Are you hearing what I’m hearing? when he confessed to smoking a pack a day.

Well, old habits die hard. “You should really consider quitting or at least cutting down-”, you start and continue to list all the terrible consequences his nicotine addiction might bring, all the while you’re swinging around that little diamond bur like it’s a pen. And, still unable to answer, he hums. If he was able to, he’d probably tell you that he’d do anything for you as long as you let him live between your tits, preferably until the day he draws his last breath. Fuck. It’s definitely the wrong line of thought, especially because they’re so close in this position. He swears he can see the color of your bra peek through your scrubs - he’d almost be giving in to the next little daydream if it weren’t for the fact that you seem to hunch over ever so slightly while you work. Too lost in your thoughts, you seem to have forgotten about the warning you received earlier and let your body curl into itself to get a better view at his tooth. Closer, just a little closer, he thinks, almost going cross-eyed as you concentrate more and more on the task at hand and less on sitting straight. Not even Goatee seems to notice, too focused on helping you. God, are you wearing pink? The thought is enough to send a rush of blood back down to his crotch, his hands gripping the seat underneath him like his life depends on it. He’s desperately trying to think of a million unpleasant things at once - he’s not trying to spoil your efforts. You had been so eager on the phone, had told him that frontal fillings are hard to get. It’d be a shame to ruin that opportunity for you but- The very last few ounces leave his head when he can finally feel that heavenly touch of fabric-cupped fat right on his forehead, the slightest kiss of heaven underneath blessed sterile light. Angels are singing somewhere, he’s sure, and if his mouth wasn’t already open, he’d let out the most pained silent scream to ever exist. Your tits are heavy, they’re warm and they were made to rest on his face until he suffocates and by god, you just don’t back off. Sanji is nothing but a pathetic little prey animal caught between your soft belly and your breasts and he can do nothing but play dead in hope that he might come out of this alive, somehow. You shift your weight, probably reach for the tray in front of you, imaginary violins start playing and it’s officially over.

He slacks against your touch before he can even gurgle for attention (and really, does he want to? If he were to die right now, it would be an honor, a befitting end), the world around him growing quiet, a screen of white taking over. Wherever he is going to is warm and cozy and has a magnetic pull on him, so he follows.

The last thing he hears is you calling his name and Goatee barking orders - because of course he has to get the last word in. “I told you to keep your back straight, god fucking dammit-”

And if you learned one thing that day it was to get your milkers out of people’s faces lest they faint 😔

#sanji x reader #one piece x reader #/sanji #/one piece #chubby reader #fat reader

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 month

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Glad you opened requests! i kind of longed for a second part of the “all hail the king of the world” request in which male reader goes on a date with the ror characters, still being insufferable yet hot. Just him constantly getting on their nerves with his unashamed flirting yet managing to charm them successfully 👍 same characters than the original request btw

-It had been several weeks since the end of Ragnarok, humanity earning their salvation as well as earning the respect of the gods, as humans refused to give up.

-You were the one to suggest the idea of a massive party with all warriors and Valkyries, to celebrate this new milestone in Valhalla, which was agreed upon, just to have an excuse to party!

-(Love) watched you speaking to Brunnhilde from across the floor, talking respectfully to her, while flirting every now and then, but she knew that you had eyes for someone else, so she knew you were harmless.

-You and (Love) had recently became an item, and a hot one at that, everyone was talking about the two of you! They wanted to know about your relationship and what things were like behind closed doors, but neither of you were saying anything, but you liked teasing, flustering those who would ask, “You can get a front row seat, if you allow us to share you~” which would always make them run away, flustered while you were laughing warmly.

-(Love) knew you weren’t serious, you weren’t the sharing type of person, once you had (Love) all to yourself, he was going to stay that way.

-When she left you, you had turned, looking around the room before your face lit up, seeing (Love) there, and you immediately came over, “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting my dear~”

-(Love) couldn’t believe that he was with you now as he gave you a small grin.

-He couldn’t help but smile, resting his head against your chest as your fingers, after you removed your claw-like finger-caps, scratched at his scalp as you both lounged together in your massive pillow pit full of soft pillows, perfectly for cuddling in. You both had left the party hours ago, drunk and wanting to nap and cuddle. It didn’t really come as a surprise to others when you both finally announced you were dating, as they thought that you had been dating for a while now, thanks to your shameless flirting with one another. The two of you were quite the handful together, something Brunnhilde had to deal with a lot, as she needed to keep you both in line, usually with giving you both lumps on your heads after you would tag-team her with flirting. Brunnhilde never admitted it, but she thought it was funny, even more so when you would do it to others.

-Qin Shi Huang and Buddha

-He didn’t know how he got into this situation; he had no idea how you even convinced him to accept a date with you. Your persuasiveness was very intimidating, but you had been nothing but polite with him, minding his personal space, not touching if he didn’t want it, and overall, you were just a gentleman, except with your flirting. He had no idea how you could flirt so easily and so much with him all while keeping a straight face and acting so suave!! As much as your flirting and perverted attitude irritated him, he hated to admit that it was growing on him, you were growing on him, and he was beginning to look forward to your antics and seeing you each day. He wouldn’t tell you that though, he grew to enjoy this cat-and-mouse game.

-Jack, Hades, and Nikola

-He tried to deny that the two of you were dating, which you thought was rather cute, seeing him so shy, “Oh don’t be so cold baby~” which would make him push your face away with his whole hand, trying to hide his flushed face. You couldn’t help but tease- he was just too fun not too!! He thought you were irritating, pushy, and shameless with how you flirted with him so openly, especially out in public!! When he would threaten you, holding your shirt, telling you to knock it off, you couldn’t help but grin, “Of course daddy~ I’ll be a good boy- hey where you going?!” he had to walk away from you- you were just too much!! Why was he attracted to an idiot like you?!

-Poseidon

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror qin shi huang #ror buddha #ror jack the ripper #ror hades #ror nikola tesla #ror poseidon

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sensei-venus · 9 months

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Moonlight (1/?) (Alpha Werewolves! OG Cobra Gang/Chubby!Omega Werewolf!Reader

(Unedited) (Adding tw and tags later, I'm tired )

“What the fuck am I doing out here... I should have never agreed to do this stupid bet with those girls. Now I'm stuck in the middle of these dark woods, in the middle of the night all by myself. I'm so stupid!” I whisper to myself.

I should have never that bet with those girls from school. I just wanted to fit in with the new crowd but this wasn't the best idea looking back on it. I should have just played a round of truth or dare it something. Right now I would rather be at home in my nice warm bed knowing I took a L by not doing this stupid bet. But I was oh so stupid, laughing it off when they bet me to come out to these “haunted woods” in the middle of the night to show off.

Ali tried to be nice and told me not to go, that this was just a little hazing thing they did to everyone. Well to all the girls who wanted to join their little group. I brushed her off and announced that I would go, that it wasn't that big of a deal and that I could easily pass the test they where throwing at me. She was a little off put but let me go on my way.

Now I was really wishing I had taken her advice and just said no.

The woods were dark with the only exception being the bright moon above the trees. The bright light of the full moon seeped in from over the treetops and trickled onto the ground below. The sound of owls and birds in the trees, ruffling the beaches and leaves. Random animals and bugs chipping and moving around.

The only sounds are the occasional sound of animals going about their nocturnal business and the sound of my feet.

“Where is this stupid rest stop at? The girl said that it should be a mile or so out in the wood but I haven't seen any sign of it. Please tell me I haven't been going around in circles..” I groan to myself as I walk faster. Hoping I could find this stupid rest stop and go back to my car. The girls said that there should be a little shelf thing at the rest stop that has pamphlets on the area. I just had to bring one back to prove I actually went out to the woods.

“Shit...I think I'm actually off the path, maybe I went too far. I have no idea how long I have actually been out here for.” my voice is filled with worry this time as I try to do a one-eighty on where I'm at. I only won't off the path for a minute, I can't be that to far away. I walked faster through the trees, the sound of snapping twigs filling the air as I crushed them with my sneakers. If I could just find the path I should be just fine. That's what I tell myself as I walk deeper into the woods. After a little while I find myself out of the brush of the woods and in a more clear space, a small clearing of just a few feet. Sighing I look around to see if I can find the path again.

Squinting I see something in the distance, something large like a building. Maybe a cabin? But who builds a cabin out in the woods like these, I thought the place was owned by the state. I decided to walk closer I find that I was right, it is a cabin. It's small, maybe a one-bedroom type thing. It looks old and abandoned as the wood is peeling and hunks are missing from around the edging. The thing definitely had better days with the way it was falling apart. Getting closer I can see in the moonlight that it's falling apart, all around it is scratched up. Eyes wide at the claw marks of some kind of animal dug into the wood.

I circle around the building hoping to find something that might tell me how far I am from the entrance of the woods, maybe where some of the trails are so I could find my way back to the entrance. There is nothing that might suggest that it belongs to the park. My hope is slowly starting to fade by the second.

As I round the front of the cabin I find something strange, at least in my opinion. Next to the barely still hanging door is a metal plaque. It's covered in dirt and grime but I grip the end of my shirt and use it to rub the filth off. Once clean I can see it a bit better.

My blood runs cold as I read the words our loud.

“Warning Werewolves”

That had to be a sick joke some other teens pulled right? Put a stupid sign on a old ass cabin in the woods to scare people. They probably use the cabin as a hidout. Get drunk in the goss-ass cabin, maybe get high and have sex or something. Yeah, that's it right? Werewolves aren't really. Only weird ass conspiracy theorists and those supernatural wack jobs think they are real at this point, and little kids on Halloween. I snort as I shake my head at the sign.

It's almost as if someone knew I was thinking that because a second later I hear the loud howl of what is probably a wolf nearby.

My heart sinks at the sound and I can feel myself start to sweat a bit. Palms starting to get clammy and my breathing picking up. My chest started to feel tight as I whipped around to look back at the open field. There was nothing there but those loud screaming howls were close and I knew it. I had to get the hell out of these woods now. Looking around one more time I bolted away from the cabin and back the way I came. I tried my best to run and not fall over any of the objects on the floor of the woods. Dodging branches and piles of leaves, trying not to trip over the occasional vine. My chest heaved as I ran as fast as I could, the cold air doing little to keep me cool.

All I could hear now was my own hear beat.

Then the sound of howls getting closer and closer to me.

Please I don't want to die to wolves!

I don't know how long I ran but the whole time I swear I could hear them. The wolves. Drawing closer and closer to me as I run. I can hear their paws hit the ground and crunching leaves. There has to be a few of them, I can hear them grunting and howling at different moments. It's like my brain is on autopilot, I just have to get away from them. Get to my car and leave! Just get as far as I can from here, forget the stupid bet I just want to live.

Being ripped apart by wolves was not on my list of ways to die.

I don't know what direction I was running I just hoped it was the right one at this point. I was getting tired and weak and I could only guess I had been running for a good few minutes. My chest was tight, but not from just anxiety and fear, but now severe exhaustion. My legs grew weaker by the minute. My tank was running on empty now.

My eyes lit up in hope as I gazed upon the glistening hood of my car. The moonlight bounced off of it just perfectly. In some kind of dumb luck I had made it back to where I had parked my car. As quickly as possible I run towards my car, making it out of the perimeter of the looming tree and onto the side of the road. Feeling around all of my pockets I found my keys. I couldn't hear the wolves anymore I wondered for only a moment if I had gotten out of their territory. Maybe I was far enough away that they no longer felt the need to chase me. My keys jingled in my hands as I pried open my car door and hopped in. Getting into the driver's seat I slammed the car door behind me and hurried to shove the key into the ignition.

With the flick of my wrist the car started at once and I hit the gas. I speed away from the woods and onto the road in seconds.

For a moment I was scared to look back but I did, I could make out the almost eerie glowing five pairs of eyes that watched my car leave.

That following Monday I went straight to the girls as soon as I got out of my car. That morning I threw all of my stuff in my backpack, leaving one lone text book for me to carry. It was gripped snugly to my side as I made my way through the small crowd of people in the hallways. I moved through them trying my best not to bump anyone along my way. I found the group of girls surrounding Ali’s locker chatting about something. I don't really care as I stormed up to them.

“You guys didn't warn me about the wolves!?!” I hissed at them. Some of them just giggled while Ali frowned and Susan rolled her eyes.

“Well duh, it's the woods what did you think was out there? They would probably feed off of you for days,” she says in a sarcastic voice followed by a high-pitched laugh. Ali is quick to shush her with an elbow to the side making her yelp and rub her stomach. She looked away and off in the other direction of me. Ali was quick to say “I'm sorry we should have told you but it did slip my mind. The wolves only come out during the full moon out there. I completely for there was one that was supposed to happen yesterday. I'm really sorry Reader.” her voice sounds genuine. She folds her arms up and looks a bit sad at my reaction.

“It's ok...but they definitely were out last night and they did chase me to my car. I didn’t get the stupid pamphlet. They chased me all the way back tothe edge of the woods. Luckily they stopped once I got in my car, but I'm telling you it was weird.”

Susan looked back at me with wide eyes just like Ali was.

“It's weird enough that they where chasing you in the first place. What could be weirder then that?” she says.

“When I looked back at the woods while I was driving away... I swear I saw them watching me leave. What was even freakier, I swear their eyes were glowing. My stomach is already getting all twisted just trying to remember the way they were long at me.” I shiver at the mental image. Their eyes burned into my mind forever.

Ali looked at Susan for a moment saying “I don't think we should make girls go out there anymore. It was all a big joke but of they are trying to go after people now we can't let people go out there. Reader that is the first time they have every tried to attack anyone. You have to believe us, we didn't know they would come for you.”

“Yeah usually they just make a lot of noise and scare the girls off when they go out there. They have never tried to attack anyone.” Susan says, some of the other girls nod from experience. I could only nod, as long as they didn't send anyone else out there I was happy.

“We should put this behind us. Reader your ok, let's just get to class...” Ali says trying to change the topic. Everyone nods and starts to split off to go to their own classes. Luckily I had Ali in my first period along with Susan so we could head off to class together. The two of them started to talk about something but I slowly started to tone them out as we walked. I walked next to them in silence as we made out way down the hall together.

I couldn't shake this weird feeling that started to bubble up inside me.

As much as I never wanted to go back to those sickly creepy woods. Terror would fill me as I even think about going back there. I can't get over this new feeling that eats at the back of my mind. My heart pounding in my chest.

Something tells me to go back, it pulls at me.

Dutch absolutely destroys the toothpick he's been chewing on for the last two minutes, spiting it out on the ground.

“Dude don't do that shot next to my bike, I don't want your nasty ass spit on my new paint job.” Johnny almost barks out. He rolls his eyes as he pulls out a new toothpick. Stuffing it between his lips and chewing on it again. His mind is in a whole different world. Johnny finishes dusting off his bike before standing up again. The other boys are crowded around him and his bike in the school parking lot.

“So are we just going to ignore what happened on Sunday or...” Tommy say with no hesitation. Jimmy and Bobby nod as they look to their leader. Dutch also quirks a brow at the blond. He looks at them before huffing and saying “So there was a omega out in the woods who ran off from us. So what?”

“Well that's never happened before.”

“She smelled fresh, unmatted.”

“Why would she come to the woods and then just run away? Those woods are literally known as the biggest wolf playground in this side of the valley. Why come and then just bolt without having any fun~” Dutch wiggles his eyebrows and gets a slap to the chest from Bobby who is definitely not amusement. Of course Dutch has to have his own in the gutter.

Johnny rolls his eyes “You guys are acting like I'm supposed to have all the answers. I can't read her mind on why she ran away from us. Mayshe just wasn't interested. I'm pretty sure she didn't even try to transform before getting away. Am I kinda pissed? Yeah. But it's what ever I guess.”

“She smelled really good...like REALLY good,” Bobby says embarrassed, his cheeks flushing pink as he thinks about it. Trying his best to remember exactly how warm and sweet the omega smelled last night. Her scent was all over the woods.

“But it was kinda light... Maybe, maybe she doesn't know how to transition yet?” Tommy exclaimed. “Maybe she was embarrassed because she couldn't fully transform yet so when she heard us and then saw us she got embarrassed and freaked out. She ran off because she didn't want us to see her, like you know, naked at stuff just yet.”

Jimmy scratches at his chin as he thinks about it, for once Tommy made a good point. Most of the time he had scatter brained ideas that never come out too much. But for once one of his ideas actually made some sense.

“He might be right her scent was super light even for being in the full moon. Maybe she just hit her werewolf puberty and downs know how to transform yet.”

“But shouldn't her parents or family members have shown net how to transition and then transform of thats the case.”

“Well I mean some people don't have that privilege. Maybe she doesn't have anyone to show her how to. It's possible that she was out there last night to try and practice? Perhaps she didn’t think about there being other wolves out. Just saying.“ Jimmy shrugged. There was a long pause as they all thought the new explanation over in their heads. It did make a lot of sense when they really gave it a good thought.

Dutch picked himself up off the ground and dusted his wants off before grunting out “So what we just wait for her to come back to the woods during the next full moon?” he honestly didn't want to wait that long. He wanted to find the omega now and find out why she really took off. He wanted to track her down and find out the real truth.

Bobby hummed picking at the strap of his bag “I mean what else are we supposed to do? It's not like we can really go out and track her down. We didn't even know who she is or where she came from. She could be from the other side of town for all we know.” The other boys nodded which was Dutch growing under his breath. Johnny chimes in “Listen, we just wait and see if she comes back that's all we can really do at this point.“ his voice was gruff, his inner alphas itching to get out and find the omega himself.

But they wheere a pack, a package deal to anyone who was interested in getting with any of them.

Sadly they learned that the hard way when Johnny started dating Ali a year or two back. The pulling and tugging between the two parties was unbearable. The boys wanted Johnny while at the same time so did Ali. It was a never-ending battle between all of them. The two of them breaking up was for the best in the end as the boys were not willing go let the blond alpha go. Lucky for them Ali never suspected the five being in a relationship.

Ali also wasn't a werewolf like them which ultimately left a huge gap in the idea of them being in a permanent relationship.

She would never understand where he stood as a pack leader to four other alphas, along with each being in an intimate relationship with all of them. He couldn't exactly tell her he was a werewolf, it's forbidden to tell humans about their existence. All of them know that if they were ever to settle down with someone, it would have to be an omega. It would be a long shot to find one. The west side of California was a ghost town for werewolves these days as most headed east. Most of the werewolves in the valley where loners, wolves without a pack who did their own thing and tried to stay away from other werewolves in the area. The only real place to go during the full moon was the woods.

“Let's just head in already. This talk of the mysterious omega is bumming me out right now. I don't want to think about it anymore.” Bobby says with a small frown. Bobby was the more sensitive alpha of the group and the others knew it. As much as the others wanted to play of the feeling of being indirectly rejected by the mystery omega, they knew Bobby felt the worse out of all of them.

They could go on and on explaining to him that he didn't do anything wrong to chase the omega off but it would be like talking to a brink wall. He was still going to feel like shit afterwards.

With a little grumbling they all grabbed their stuff and headed into the school.

They were halfway to class when they smelled it. Johnny was the first as he did little to hide the fact that he sniffed the air. They all stopped in their tracks as they watched him. Dutch and Tommy were second to catch on and follow suit. Bobby and Jimmy could only watch for a minute or two before copying the other alphas. All of them did their best to sniff out whatever the first two alphas were smelling. Humans had their own scent that was nothing like werewolves, nothing special. They could smell another alpha a mile away, an omega even quicker.

Dutch's mouth started to water at the sweet scent that filled his nose.

“Fuck that's nice.”

“It's just as sweet as in the woods.”

“It's still super light but it is definitely there. She's not doing a good job of hiding it at all.”

“Why didn't we smell her before? Has she really been here the whole time without us knowing?”

“New plan boys, we track her down today. She is definitely somewhere in this school and we just have to find her.”

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai ask blog #karate kid #the karate kid series #karate kid blog #karate kid fanfiction #karate kid imagine #werewolf au #alpha!bobby #alpha!johnny #alpha!dutch #alpha!jimmy #alpha!tommy #omega!reader #poly og cobra gang #og cobra gang #cobra gang

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Dating Sukuna HeadCanons!

Scenario:-what would it be like to date ryumen sukuna?

Pairing:-sukuna x gn!reader{shell}

Genre:-fluff

Type:-headcanons

A/N:-i hopy you like this @shelly-stark-official! I tried:’)

Okay

Sukuna is a little shit

But its fine cos so are you~

Honestly the fact that the kINg oF cUrSeS fell in love with your devious and scheming self was not a surprise

Especially not to yuuji(poor fella had to share all of sukunas thoughts abt you and while u and itadori were besties.sukuna wasnt um...thinkin of you in a um platonic way)

(Like at all)

So when buddy boi finally asked you out

And although it felt weird um datin someone who shared the same body as your best friend,you got used to it and yuuji learned not to be so awkward abt it too...

And the moment he suggested you play a (borderline sadistic) prank in yuuji,you paused for a sec before agreeing~

(You knew youd be able to use your quirk if something rly badd happened to him)

And lemme tell you ‘kuna fell even deeper in love~

Sometime you and him and yuuji go out for lunch and while yuuji is the one in control,sukuna opens up those lil mouths on yuujis palms and under his eye to talk to you.

You feed him fries and yuuji hates that the grease is getting on his face😭(ples apologise to our best boi 😔)

So many ppl were like legitimately scared of sukuna but to you he was just a little shit and honestly? I think yall’d be cutee together (i wanna be the ring bear! 🐻)

(I think ur dates would include LOTS of scheming but also bitchin,cos this man has THOUSANDS of yeaes worth of tea to spill and hearin abt ancient gossip is still funny as shit🙈)

Now a little on the powercouple dynamic~

I think that while yall would tease and joking insult eachother,if anyone else tried dishing out jabs in your respective directions the other wouldnt stand for it

Like if someone ELSE calls u idiotic,theyre begging for mercy in a second

And if anyone calls sukuna something insulting,you’re basically walkingg them upto deaths door urself

And if You ever mention how this means he cares abt you,he will in fact go into denial and completely invalidate your opinion on the subject

Furthermore if anyone ever speaks badly of the two of you as a couple (i.e. gossiping and such) yall would just completely ignore them

Like who cares if a barely succeeding apprentice sorcerer doesnt approve of your relationship?????

Yh thats right,no one!

And just to piss em off further,i think hed suddenly initiate a particularl Passionate kiss in front of the gossiper.

Suffice to say that shut em up,for better or worse

I dont really think sukuna would ever fully open up to anyone,not even his s/o.but every so often you do catch glimpses of who he is deep down.its usually blink-and-you-miss-it moments but youve caught some

He doesnt really carw about how open you are either but i think itd make him feel special if you are morw open and vulnerable with him.again,he rly doesn’t give a fuck but it just makes him feel a certain way,y’know?

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone interested!

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koolkat9 · 1 year

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@bluudpop you have inspired me to expand on the human au with these tags though I diverge from them quite a bit...

GILBERT AND LUDWIG

Okay! Starting with Gil. Actually I don't think he's divorced or was ever married. He had Ludwig young like 16/17 either because he was pressured into sex by his girlfriend or because he was having a religious crisis and he had sex as a way to try to break free from the church.

Anyway, the girl ends up pregnant and her parents are not happy. Gil's dad (Germania) is also not happy, but he at least realizes that there is no changing this so he makes sure his son is involved through the pregnancy. The girl's parents are hard on her and as much as Gil tries to make his house a safe space for her, as soon as the baby is born, she dumps the baby on Gilbert and makes a run for it.

Luckily Gilbert has the support of his dad through it all. Until his dad suddenly passes away when Gilbert is 20 and little Ludwig is only 3/4. Gil no longer has that safety net. It's just him and Ludwig and now he's completely responsible for Ludwig's well being. Not to mention he's mourning his father who was that figure always there for him (Gil's mom died before he was 3).

Very lost and with a pile of money from his dad, he moves to a small town, opens up a mechanic shop. He finds out there is a parent support group at the recreation center and decides to go. It also has a daycare type thing while the parents talk so it would be good to get Ludwig socializing since that has been a struggle.

ARTHUR, ALFRED AND MATTHEW (AND FRANCIS)

I've been actually wait for an au where Fr//Uk divorces and Arthur is put the position of being the primary caregiver. Anyway, Arthur actually was married, but he's currently getting divorced from Francis. They had adopted the twins together, but it just added strain on their already strained relationship and they both knew that it was in the best interest of the kids that they separate. But it's hard on Arthur because he really loved Francis, they were together since highschool, spend college together. Now he's alone and he starts being the primary caregiver to the twins as Francis becomes more and more distant. Francis sees the kids yes, but they become more like an uncle/aunt.

One five year old child is a handful and two feels impossible. He's at least lucky Matthew is a well behaved child. Quiet, keeps to himself, has some issues with some of his clothing (sensitive to texture) and socially he seems to struggle, but otherwise never causes any fuss. Al on the other hand his bouncing off the walls, with a nose for trouble, consuming all of Arthur's time. Arthur is missing how Matthew is struggling and Matt feels kind of cast off to the side.

And Arthur is not doing mentally well. His mental health has rarely ever been good, but the divorce and parental stress has sent him spiraling. Oh. I just had a bad but juicy idea. Arthur having an issue with alcohol and gets blackout drunk with the twins around. Alastair catches wind of it and is absolutely pissed. But Dylan steps in, gives Arthur the ultimatum of getting help for his alcoholism or they'll take the kids. Of course Arthur chooses to get help (reluctantly, but still, those kids mean the world to him). Alastair doesn't trust him and basically moves in and helps him with the boys.

Dylan finds the parent support group and encourages Arthur to go. Arthur doesn't want to, but Dylan convinces him some way. And that's how Arthur ends up at the support group with Gil.

I want to add more parents but I don't know who...Feel free to suggest more parents because these are like the only two family units I have a lot of thoughts about.

I'll talk more about the kids in another post

#hetalia #hws #parent support group au #hws england #hws prussia #hws germany #hws france #hws scotland #hws canada #hws america #fruk break up #unrequited fruk

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joonni · 2 years

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Foxes in the night | Jungkook x Reader

Characters: bf!Jungkook x female reader Tags: established relationship Genre: fluff, smut(?) if you squint Word count: 4,6k Warnings: alcohol consumption, mention of weed Summary: Your boyfriend hits you up as you’re getting ready for bed and invites you out to dance. It is a Thursday night, but you’re still too young to not live like you’re young.

a/n: I don’t even know how long it has been since I wrote something and actually published it here but here you go. I had to get this out of my system because I couldn’t stop thinking about a spontaneous bf!Jungkook. I hope you enjoy ^^ oh and for all of those who will question the legal drinking age, I live in Europe.

You were staring at the message in utter confusion. See, you were almost done watching an episode of your favourite show, cuddled up on the sofa, looking like your typical couch potato ready for bed.

You knew this was a bad idea but you also knew you already started considering his suggestion.

As you typed, you were already scrambling for something to wear in your closet and then headed for the bathroom to do your makeup.

While rushing, you made your blush slightly overpowering so you tried to tame it down with some powder and finish off with a touch of highlight above your cheekbones and a swipe of mascara.

One, you had no time to do some more makeup magic. Two, Jungkook has seen your bare face more than once anyways. Three, you were basically just trying not to stand out in the club like a sore thumb with no makeup on.

No time to philosophize and debate if it’s wrong that society expects you to wear makeup in a club.

You scanned your outfit once more, already sitting in the back of your ride. A beige crop top, a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans that you knew made your ass look fabulous. Even your purse and sneakers were, of course, black. Your go-to clubbing outfit where you simply swapped the tops and accessories.

That was also what helped you get ready from pjs to clubwear and makeup in less than twenty minutes. You were honestly surprised with yourself.

You didn’t even see that last text because you were already opening the door of your uber and saying goodbye to the driver. It didn’t take you long to spot your boyfriend in the small cloud of people that formed in front of the club. You loved how his eyes lit up every time he spotted you amongst other people. And you weren't walking slowly but it made you want to run to him full speed and hug him until he couldn't breathe.

"Hi" he said into your ear as he embraced you tightly. Shivers ran up your spine, you weren't sure if because of the chilly breeze of the midnight city air or his voice so close to your ear.

"Hi, Koo~" you dragged out.

"You're seriously something else for coming this late." he chuckled, arms still wrapped around you.

"I missed you."

"And you don't even like clubs, right?"

You pushed him away ever so slightly as to emphasize what you were about to say.

"I told you I don't dislike them. I wouldn't go to one on my own but if I'm invited and the company's right, I have no reason not to go." you grinned at him only to get back a compliment on your outfit.

"That leather jacket looks really good on you. Also how am I the one underdressed for the occasion when I came here of my own will in the first place?"

Jungkook was wearing a wine colored graphic hoodie, some loose black jeans and red sneakers. A casual outfit you saw on him many times before, so it made sense he would wear something like it when his original plan was just to get a beer and relax.

"You look great, don't worry. The teenagers won't judge you. And if they do I'll fight them."

Jungkook burst out into such an endearing laugh it made you smile like a fool.

"Should we go inside?"

"Yeah, let's do that! Before I freeze out here." You replied jokingly and shuffled your way throught some of the people that were blocking the entrance.

After a kind lady at the entrance wrapped the paper bracelet around your wrist, you followed Jungkook deeper into the building. A pretty big hall opened up before your eyes, seating places on one side and a bar on the other. Of course you gravitated towards the latter. Because of the, let's say interesting style of music that was blasting from the speakers, you had to almost shout into your boyfriend's ear for him to hear you.

"I have to catch up to you!"

"I only had two beers so far, you're not that far behind!"

You could only tell he was laughing thanks to the delightful face he made, the sound of his laughter being drowned out by the sound of the music.

"I think I'll get a beer too." You announced after skimming through the drink menu roughtly. The long drinks were always a lottery but beer is beer. Can't really go wrong.

"I need a refill anyways." Jungkook said after he gulped down the last sip of liquid that was left in his cup.

Your eyes had a hard time not staying glued to his glistening lips that he swept his tongue across to get rid of any stray beer foam.

You were supposed to be in bed and instead you were oggling your boyfriend. Only when Jungkook wanted to confirm that you wanted a beer you came back to reality from your daze.

The bartender, starting to draw beer, shot you a sly smile as he pointed at the man standing next to you with his eyes. You reciprocated the look with a smile and pulled Jungkook closer to you, wrapping your arm around his.

As you were waiting, you admired the bartender's outfit, he could have honestly come straight from a drag show and it wouldn't be weird. And he managed to pull it off so effortlessly with so much confidendce too while somehow still coming off as very approachable. You also started looking around the club, the dance floor not too crowded, probably because of the music or more so because of the fact it was a Thursday night. Other than that, the club had a grunge feel to it, with an interesting history for sure.

"Here you go!" The bartender called out to you and you returned your attention to him and Jungkook who was already holding your beer, passing it to you.

"Cheers to bad life decisions...?" Jungkook said. Or should you say shouted.

"Cheers to youth!" You replied, looking at him in an unsure but joking way.

“Right! We're nineteen tonight!"

"You bet we are!"

You took a sip from your beer, all while keeping eye-contact with Jungkook, squinting when the bitter beverage hit your taste buds.

"I can't hear a thing! You wanna go outside for a bit?!" Jungkook said to your ear after taking a long sip himself.

"Sure!"

You were kinda laughing inside because you come to the club to dance and have fun but the first thing you do is get something to sip on and leave the music behind. But to be honest you didn't mind one bit because what could be possibly more fun than talking to Jungkook.

You settled right outside the club a bit further from the bigger flock of people, leaning against a fence that was conveniently placed there. Jungkook was shadowing your moves and stood right next to you.

"I can already feel how I'm gonna have a problem to hear anything at all tomorrow." He said, finally in a normal tone.

"I know," you laughed. "But that's to be expected in a place like this."

"No but really, I was so surprised you actually came." Jungkook said, tilting his head to look at you.

"I'm honestly kinda surprised myself, but most of all I'm just happy to see you." You said as a grin formed on your face.

"Well, I'm happy to see you too." He said and wrapped his free arm around your waist, all the while pecking your head.

Somehow you didn't feel cold at all compared to when you arrived, be it because of the few sips of alcohol you had, because of your newly found youth or because of Jungkook's body warmth that was engulfing you. You knew this already, but he was seriously a walking furnace. Never cold, always there to warm you up, and you were always the one who was cold.

"This place must have been wild in the 90's. I heard that after it was turned from an old fashioned dance hall, it was full of drug dealers and interesting people." Jungkook suddenly sounded like a wikipedia page.

"Oh, really? It must have been a very different experience from the techno that's blasting inside."

"Oh yeah, but the building itself probably didn't look that different from now." He said as he pointed to the broken walls and falling paint.

"Now we sound like old people, thinking about old times, IN A CLUB. We should be living in the moment, don't you think?"

"That's true." Jungkook said, looking at you.

You knew that look. When he was looking at you like that he was about to-

No sooner than you finished your train of thought his lips were on yours. His familiar scent mixed with the taste of beer made your head spin and you were glad you had something to lean on. He's told you before that you were a good kisser, but you couldn't wrap your head around how he managed to make you melt with every movement of his lips and basically anything he does.

You both started smiling like fools when you bumped your noses against each other in the heat of the moment and he gently pulled away, the smile not leaving his face, letting you catch a breath.

You had it so bad, you knew you couldn't stop smiling even if you wanted to.

You also caught a few looks from bystanders, most of them shooting shy smiles at you or wiggling their eyebrows. Oh, to be young. But you felt extremely proud inside that you could call the man who just made your mind float with his kiss your boyfriend. You felt like all those eyebrow wiggles thought you were just getting laid tonight. If only you could brag that this is your boyfriend.

After a few moments of comfortable silence and a few more sips of beer, Jungkook started the conversation again. "But you know, this place is still kinda wild, even after all these years."

"Oh yeah? How so?" You asked, genuinely intrigued. You couldn't think of anything else than the music inside as being "wild".

"I saw, or more like smelled a bunch of people smoking weed before you came." He laughed.

"Really? Reminded you of Amsterdam?" you teased playfully.

"Well," he chuckled. "That too. But it reminded me of a conversation I've had with my parents recently."

"You talked to your parents about weed?" you were taken aback.

"Actually yeah, I was asking them what they thought about legalizing it. And I was surprised by what they said!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! I so didn't expect my dad to say he was supporting the legalization because it has so many other uses apart from smoking it, like in health care."

"That's quite a progressive way of thinking for someone our parents' generation. I'm pretty sure my dad would be against it." You let out a chuckle.

"It surprised me too. But you know what's more surprising than that?" he looked at you with his eyes full of mischief.

"No! Tell me!" you played along.

"Mom said she actually tried smoking it when she was young."

"Reeeally?" you burst out into laughter in disbelief.

"I'm telling you, the 90's were wild."

"Seriously. Your mom was a wild one. Are you perhaps taking after her, sir?" you teased.

"You tell me." he poked right back at you. "Do you wanna check out the other dance floor downstairs? Don't want you to catch a cold."

"Sure, that sounds great. Let's go." you said and grabbed his hand, walking back into the stuffy but warm club.

"Can you hold my cup for me?" Jungkook asked as soon as you walked inside while pointing to the restroom.

"Yeah, sure. I'll wait here for you." you replied and took the cup he was holding. there was a shelf-like table mounted to the wall behind you so you let the cups rest there and checked your phone.

Dear lord, it was already 1am. But strangely enough, you didn't feel tired or sleepy. Given the music was so loud it was impossible to fall asleep in the first place, you were actually kinda glad you came. Not only because of your boyfriend but you haven't been to any club for such a long time because of the pandemic and even though it wasn't your "fun" of choice, you liked to feel this atmosphere from time to time. Then, out of nowhere, a girl came up to you. Your first instinct was to act defensive but...

"Hi, I just had to tell you that you're beautiful!!"

And before you could proces what just happened and what words were said, she was leaving.

"Thank you!" you shouted as she was already walking away.

Now, this has never happened to you so you were extremely taken aback and confused but also overjoyed.

'So this is how it feels receiving a compliment from a girl...'

Before you knew it, Jungkook was back, looking for his cup that you weren't holding. Of course it was hidden behind you but he didn't know that. Still flabbergasted from what happened just moments ago, you turned around to retrieve the cups and handed Jungkook his.

"A girl just came up to me and said I was beautiful!" you said.

"What?" Jungkook asked because he was too far away to hear you the first time. You felt bad repeating it but you did to which Jungkook simply said:

"Well she's right." and shot you the sweetest smile as he started heading towards the staircase leading to the underground dancefloor.

Your heart was holding onto dear life when you processed his words.

Just like Jungkook said earlier, the second dancefloor was more up your alley with the kind of music that was playing and a DJ in the middle of the dancefloor who was interacting with the crowd.

"Shall we dance?"

"Sure thing!" you nodded and followed your boyfriend into the crowd of swaying people.

The music was as loud as the one aboveground but the DJ was actually good and soon you started to feel the beat and move to match it. Jungkook was behind you, one hand placed on your hip so as to keep you by his side.

Lucky for you, it was still a weekday night so the crowd wasn't really tight and soon enough you danced your way throught right next to the DJ booth. While that was definitely a new experience for you, it was hard to really focus on taking it in when Jungkook kept brushing against your body. Ever so subtly for the people around not to care but enough to make you flustered.

Everytime you had an urge to turn around and start making out with him in the middle of everything where everyone would be able to see, you managed to keep your sanity by sipping on whatever beer that was left in your cup.

Just like that time passed by, the beat carrying you away and Jungkook keeping you very much aware of the current moment.

“Are you having fun?” Jungkook said to your ear from behind you.

You simply nodded as that was the most effective way of communication in the loud music. As an additional sign, your hand found his on your waist and squeezed it to let him know you mean it.

For some reason, he took that as a sign to grab onto it. When you turned your head to look at him, he was gesturing, asking if you wanted to get away from the crowd. You didn't mind, of course, the main reason why you came here in the first place being your boyfriend and not the club.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, with slight concern.

"I just ran out of beer." he admitted sheepishly.

"Of course." you rolled your eyes playfully. "I'm also running dry so should we just go upstairs to get another one?"

"Sounds like a plan. I'm right behind you then." he said as he gestured for you to lead the way.

After exchanging more funny looks with the bartender and getting your drinks, you headed outside once more.

"I can't hear shit!" you said probably very loud once the cold outside air hit your lungs.

"Same here." Jungkook laughed at you squeezing your ears.

The club was full of artificial smoke to make the light effects more impressive so the air outside felt like a nice mountain breeze, even with some smokers around. This time around you settled down on an elevated wooden surface that seemed just right to sit on. And it had a great view of the club's giant neon sign too.

It was nice to cool down after dancing for who knows how long but you really didn't mind Jungkook's arm that found your waist once again.

"Do you have the plane tickets already?" you asked.

"Yeah, I'm flying on Saturday afternoon."

"That's so soon!" you whined.

"I told you that I'm flying some time around this weekend, right?" Jungkook asked haltingly.

"Yeah... You said so before..." you whined some more. "I just can't believe it's so soon." you said and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"I know... But I'll be back before you know it...!" Jungkook tried to lift your spirits.

"Yeah, right."

Jungkook had a college reunion planned for a while now and seeing as their friend group was from all around the world, the reunion also took place on the opposite side of the world.

"Awh, y/n. We went through worse things than this."

"Fair point." you had to switch to rational thinking for a while. "But it doesn't change the fact that I'm gonna miss you. And you'll be in a different time zone too."

"I'll be jetlagged for the first few days anyways and I'll keep in touch, okay?"

You didn't have it in you to say anything more so you just nodded in agreement. Deep down you knew he was going to miss you the same but he’s just bad at expressing it with words. And you were right because the next moment he was cupping your face and planting a kiss on your forehead.

Of course it was you two, so stopping at that was out of the question. You soon found yourself face to face with the man, your lips automatically gravitating towards his, resolving in a painfully slow and tender kiss.

His other, now free hand soon found yours and intertwined its fingers with your five digits. Your other hand found its place on his thigh, gripping it tight as the kiss got more and more heated. From a loving kiss became a passionate one and neither one of you could care less about other people.

There was something so satisfying about finally feeling him this close, the night air and streetlights only making the moment feel more ephemeral than ever. And you wanted more of it, becoming more and more greedy by the second because you knew you won't be able to do this for a hot while once you part ways today. Jungkook seemed equally riled up but was still able to keep it together despite everything.

"I'm gonna miss you..." you whispered once the kiss faded into a hug.

"I know." Jungkook's voice vibrated in your head. "Me too." he added. "But you know we were originally planning to see each other tomorrow? Oh, I guess it's already today?"

"Mhm." you hummed.

"Why are you acting like we're not seeing each other anymore before I go?" he asked and started rubbing affectionate circles into your back.

“Just making sure you know I’ll miss you, Jungkook-ssi.” you said in an attempt to lift your spirits.

“It’s gonna go by more quickly if you don’t think about it, you know?” Jungkook sensed the lighter mood and joined in.

“Yes, yes. Easier said than done.“

“Okay, in that sense, shall we join the youngsters one last time and dance the night away?”

Jungkook slowly got up and offered you a hand to help you stand up.

“You must be cold too.”

You smiled at him and grabbed his hand. “Thanks to a certain someone keeping me warm I don’t feel cold at all but I will take you up on that offer of dance. Remember, we’ll never be as young as we are now.”

“Come on then, no time to waste.” He started heading towards the entrance once more.

The inside was as loud as ever, however now, two beers later, you didn’t mind as much as the first time you set foot in here earlier tonight. Maybe the fact that you were already a little deafened by the music from before played a role here too. Even the style of music now seemed a lot more danceable than before, so you did just that.

You let the music take over your body and tried to forget that your boyfriend will soon be on the other side of the planet. Jungkook was right next to you, showing off some of his dance moves but his eyes stayed glued on you.

It was another look you knew very well. It meant, well, to say the very least something that you didn’t want to risk doing here. He knew that you knew and watching you get flustered obviously entertained him more than he’d ever admit.

Soon enough you gave in and dragged his cocky ass to a bench that was slightly more secluded from the dance floor and crashed your lips onto his.

Jungkook didn’t even flinch, just as if he was waiting for exactly this to happen. You could not keep your hands to yourself as they roamed around his chest. Same could be said about him because he placed his hands on you the moment your lips made contact.

It just wasn’t meant to be for you two to be further away from each other than this. It felt so right, like this was the place where you belonged even though it was a club. It felt so right, that the loud music got drowned out as you could focus simply on the man in front of you. It felt so right, and you didn’t want it to ever end. What could possibly be better than be wrapped in the arms of the one you love.

The kiss seemed to be never-ending, lips not parting ways even as he was slowly guiding you to sit down on the bench.

There was no one in your proximity now, so you both got a bit more bold, kissing more passionately, tongues and limbs intertwining, making your head spin. With nothing to measure time passing, you lost track of it and left yourself be carried away by Jungkook’s touch, only to be stopped by the man in question.

“We should save something for tomorrow.” He said into your ear with a raspy voice from speaking so loud all night.

At some point, you found yourself sitting almost in his lap, your legs crossed over his and your arms around his neck and that is maybe a little too close for it to not escalate into something more than just kisses.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” You said as you buried your face into his neck and placed one last peck over there only to feel Jungkook flinch and hiss into your ear.

He tried pulling away to no avail, you were holding him too tight.

“Okay, okay, sorry, I’ll really stop now.” you said, hoping he would believe you because you wanted to stay close to him at least for a moment longer.

“It’s gotten really late, y/n…” Jungkook sighed. “We should get going so that we have at least some energy to survive the day tomorrow.”

“I made you stay longer than you planned, huh?” you felt a pang of guilt hit you.

“But I loved every second of it.”

“Me too.” You admitted.

While you were dealing with an internal turmoil that you might be very much in love with this man, Jungkook managed to get a refund for your beer cups and guided you outside one last time.

“Oh my god, you’re trembling!” Jungkook exclaimed as you were, indeed, trembling.

“It’s so damn cold even a living furnace can’t make it better.” You laughed and statrted trembling even more.

“Where’s that uber, there’s no way there’s any traffic at three in the morning.”

“I’ll survive, it’s okay.” You assured him, endeared by his worry.

“You better!” Jungkook hugged you tighter again.

“Okay, okay.” You smiled. “So let me know when you’re done with work tomorrow, kay?”

“Will do.”

“Oh, is that your ride?” you pointed at a car that was coming from behind him.

“You’re right!” he said after he confirmed it’s his uber and broke the long hug. “I don’t want to but I will have to get going, otherwise the driver’s gonna leave.”

“Sure thing.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon, yeah?” was what he said before planting one last kiss on your lips and the next thing you knew he was running to the car, turning around a few times to wave you goodbye, a giant smile plastered on his face.

“Get home safe!” you shouted after him with a smile on your face. How did such an adorable human being become your boyfriend? You still couldn’t wrap your head around it sometimes.

Thankfully your uber arrived not long afterwards and after texting each other to confirm you both got home safely, you plopped onto your bed and drifted off to sweet sleep.

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading🤍

#jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook oneshot #writing

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khae-writes · 1 year

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what a treat [ gorou/reader ]

tags: fluff, slight implications of inappropriate text but nothing too bad, one-shot, stress relief, 1.7k words, posted on my ao3, gorou/female reader

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Being in the Resistance Camp had its ups and downs; advantages and disadvantages. But maybe majority of the reason here that you’re staying was because of your General. You’ve always had a soft spot for fluffy creatures. They were small, loyal, cute, and the desire to keep them safe and protect them overflowed your nerves.

So when you’d arrived in the electricity-coated island to be of some help to the Resistance, you weren’t exactly expecting a dog…? A fox…? Whatever hybrid of a creature Gorou was, he was certainly not the image of General you’d hoped to see standing on the battlefield holding the front line with such a serious face.

He was short, his stomach was completely bare (and you really tried not to stare at it too much); his eyes were the sweetest baby blue you’ve ever seen while his tiny fangs could be seen protruding sometimes when he snarls at the mention of the enemy. His personality was what you could expect from a General although softer and friendlier. His most outstanding features maybe were his noticeable animal ears and tail that were bushy and soft, you could only wonder how they would feel under your touch. Were his animal attributes sensitive? You hid your inner longing to stroke his ears.

But overall, did you like your substitutional leader? Absolutely. Casting aside his cute appearance, Gorou was certainly fully capable of handling a whole battalion without Kokomi nearby. You’d seen this firsthand with his impeccable ability to keep his troops able to withstand a fight against Kujou Sara while also preventing majority of them from getting hurt.

He was more of a ‘try hard, die hard’ type of person and spoke his mind. Honest, and incredibly admirable for being so, but also dangerous.

“I’ll be dispatching you to scout the camp that’s been getting a little too close for comfort to us for a while now. You don’t have to interfere and cause a fight, just make sure to sneak in and count how many soldiers and weaponry they have on us. Can you do it?”

Kokomi was absent for the rest of the week, tending to business more appropriate for her. Gorou’s palms lay flat on the metallic table, sharp blue eyes looking at you with hope.

Your brows furrowed, “General Gorou, with all due respect, you’re asking me, a doctor, to handle something so dangerous. Isn’t that a bit…”

Silence.

Before he broke it himself, his ears flattening downwards as his hands covered his face in embarrassment. “Crap, I’m sorry, (Y/n).”

You shake your head, “You must be really tired these days. You should take a break once in a while, General Gorou.” You suggested, taking a step closer to the tea table to pour him a cup of his favorite.

The young man scrunched his nose in distaste at the idea, lips curling downward in displeasure. “No one takes breaks in a war, (Y/n). If I take a moment of rest now, what would happen to my men? All of you would be injured by the time I come to.” He closes his eyes as images of the camp getting sabotaged and ruined flash in a split second. “I can’t allow that to happen.”

“We’re not yet in war, General.” You began treading the tightrope, gently starting the conversation. “I believe you’re underestimating the Resistance as well and what they’re capable of.”

Gorou huffs, his ears flattening to the back of his head. “You misunderstand our situation, Doctor. Although we’re not yet physically throat-to-throat with Kujou Sara and her clan just yet, it’s not an excuse to take matters lightly.”

“… Yes, you’re right. I’m sorry.” You frowned. “But one night of rest won’t do you any harm. The leader has to get a wink of sleep to come out stronger when the actual thing arrives, right?”

“I’m strong, (Y/n). And before all else, I must perform a good example in front of all those within the camp—” He stands up abruptly, fist slowly raising itself to the air.

“And they’re hoping you take a break,” you sighed, grabbing him by his shoulders and sitting him back down on the chair, “sleep is just as important for you, General. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for your people then? If you’re setting a good example, make sure they idolize your sleep schedule too.”

The brunette purses his lips, eyes averting elsewhere to dodge yours. “Yeah… I got it.” You eyed him suspiciously longer than a second, lingering on his slumped form. He caught on to your staring and flinched, rubbing at the back of his nape. “I know, I’ll go rest, don’t worry…” He sighs.

Your frown only deepened at the his effortless reassurance. You weren’t well-versed in psychological conditions but you might as well be an esper(*); Gorou was usually very hard to read so you thought it was an achievement to finally be able to crack his thoughts open like an eggshell at the moment.

You put down the stack of papers you held in your hands, setting it down on the flat surface of the wooden table he had decorated nearby his little futon. His baby blue eyes darted towards the stash, curiosity glinting in them. When they flit towards you, he was taken aback at you slipping off your doctor’s coat and watched as you hang it by the small stool.

He raises a brow, nervous and stiff yet could not bite down the excitement pulsating through his nerves. “W-What are you doing?” His eyes raked your body, mentally punching himself for eyeing you down without your permission.

It wasn’t like you were naked or anything! Left only in a fit sleeveless turtleneck in black; shoulders exposed which may or may not have kept Gorou staring a little too long with a furious blush scattered on his fair skin. A long skirt that cascaded below your shin (to his gratefulness) that covered your legs — it was not a secret at all to the Resistance Camp that you were most definitely an eye-candy.

Not even General Gorou could look away.

You snorted at his reaction, “Sit still, General. I’m not gonna do anything to you.” You make your way behind him, cold hands gripping his shoulders that were capped with armory. “Well, nothing you won’t appreciate me doing anyway.”

Gorou gulped, thoughts going straight down the drain when he felt your voice tingle down his earlobes, his face flustering a cherry red. He was part an animal, his senses were naturally heightened and you being so damn close to him was sending him into a high.

“Just relax.” You murmured, your hold firm.

His grip on his trousers was tight to the point his knuckles could be felt were white now. Bullets of sweat trickle down the side of his neck, breathing uneven as he tried to remain calm in your presence.

“(Y/n), I don’t think we should—” Gorou couldn’t even say another word when he felt gentle hands lightly gripping and massaging his arms and skin with feather-like touches; the pads of your fingers prodding and pressing down on certain spots to relieve him of any sore muscles. In an instant, he turns putty in your hands. His ears flattened in relaxation; his tail wagging just a tiny bit as he sighs dreamily at the sensation offered to him.

You giggled at his softened expression, not able to contain your laughter while applying pressure to the spot between the side of his neck and his shoulder, massaging it gently so it doesn’t hurt.

A smirk curls up on your lips as you did so, not wanting to miss the opportunity to embarrass him. “Was something else going on in your head? Something… perverse?” You teased and his ears hastily colored red in fluster. “For your information, I aid in medicine, not certain body services.”

“… you’re very attractive, Doctor. You should be aware what effect you have on people. It’s… I-It’s not my fault for reacting the way I did…” He clears his throat, bringing up plain excuses. It made your heart flutter nevertheless for your general to think you as pretty.

“I may not be able to help you with your imagination—”

“Stop teasing!”

“Hehe, I’m kidding!” You grinned before your fingers go down the sides of his arms, giving them the same treatment you gave his shoulders and neck. “… I’ll at least be able to help relieve you of any more tense muscles and neck pain. I unfortunately can’t help you out on the battlefield, so…” Your fingers stop, your brows furrowing as your smile evidently grows saddened. “This is as much as I can do.”

Gorou picks up on your insecurity and helplessness in a split second, scoffing as soon as he heard your tone. His gloved hands move to put on top of yours, offering the tiniest bit of comfort.

“Don’t be like that. You’re doing great already as a doctor. We feel safer having you with us. We can only live through various dangers and come this far because of you.” He tells you softly but firmly, eyes glazing up with determination and confidence. “I don’t want you feeling like your worth weighs like nothing. A member of the Resistance Camp will always be a part of the camp itself, it doesn’t matter who you are or what role you play in.”

You gaze at him in awe. And in a few seconds of silence, your face tints pink in shyness, a crooked smile unable to be restrained from curving upwards your lips. Your fingers started massaging his hands this time, carefully bringing his hand up to your lips to plant a soft kiss which uttered a small embarrassed yelp from the male.

“You’re too kind, General. You overestimate my worth,” you chuckle at his face that glowed bright red, “but I’ll be sure not to let you all down.”

“Just call me Gorou, it’s not that hard…” He murmurs, blushing. “I call you by your name, why can’t you?”

Your cheeks flush the color of sweet apple, giggling. “That’s… wouldn’t that be impolite,”

Gorou turned to you, disappointed. “There’s no pressure, but like…”

“Gorou?”

The brunette stiffens, staring as his ears flattened to the top of his head, red in the face. “That’s more like it.”

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact gorou x reader #genshin impact gorou/reader #genshin impact/reader #genshin/reader #gorou/reader #fanfiction #one-shot #old work #romcom #fluff #khaewrites

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ipromiseimawriter · 6 months

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WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @zahnie - thank you omg!!

From most recently worked on to least (roughly): (I tend to be pretty literal with these for the most part, if they don't already have a title)

destiel fix it fic - draft 2: is what it says on the tin. I will get to chipping at the end of this godforsaken series, so hELP ME. I do have a fancy lil summary though (this could get edited later but y'know!!):

“What are you doing? Dean, no–!” “You asked me to stop you. So I’m stopping you.” ( As promised, the Empty came for Castiel when his soul called. When it sang a happiness so profound that nothing else could possibly contain it. But Dean wasn’t ready to let go – and if you were to ask him, he’d swear he had failed Cas one too many times. So when the time came, he sank right down with him. ) Chuck could’ve called it, really. But there’s no biblical preparation for their journey through the Empty. It’s all up to them, now, while Sam and Jack (and friends) race to undo Chuck’s damage to the world. Alternating POV. 15x18 CODA/Fix-It Fic for end of 15x18/15x19 & beyond [15x20 who is she lmao]

destiel theatre bitches AU: an incredibly self-indulgent AU where Dean and Castiel are professors for a theatre department at a (made-up) small liberal arts school somewhere in Kansas. Cas is a new arrival to the department who's making waves (and suggesting some batshit shows for production), Dean's the gruff and well-loved scene shop head/tech professor who doesn't like his toes getting stepped on (jk yes he does), and they're gonna be soooo normal about it (me when i lie). nearly everyone and their mom is in this AU. we have fun here

Welcome to Purgatory: an original work (longform)! a story inspired by my time interacting with SPN/with other horror-fantasy adjacent medias, some characters I've had for 1000 years, and just - fucking around and finding out. I def tried to NaNoWriMo it before, to no such luck, so I just chip at it on my own time. I've got a running tag for it if you're ever interested! (old summary)

Jules Herrick went missing without a trace in the early nineties, and his hunting partner, Simon Villanova, never saw him again. We jump ahead about twenty-five years and realize why he should’ve stayed missing. Victor and Amelia are two childhood friends separated by time and responsibility, reuniting for what should be a normal road trip under less fortunate circumstances - the death of a mutual friend. However, the trip is quickly derailed by a strange pursuer that sends them on the run, and into action. The people who catch up with them to help are not what they expect. The lives their families have led were kept from the two for safety. But between a rogue demon, its lost hellhound, and a secret organization hunting down the missing man and his cohorts, one question must be asked: What does Jules Herrick want with the end of the world, as they know it?

go catch a sunset (stanford-era dean/the outsiders bullshit): a Stanford-era Dean fic (which has 2 chapters up!) that I sort of use as my lil swimming pool for figuring ideas out? Mostly just speculation and big character thoughts on that very vulnerable time. I'm v much looking forward to introducing both Bobby and Cassie soon, getting some Winchester drama, and picking at those good backstory characters.

mama barracuda (WIP title - eldritch horror type shit): an original work (short story). "There's a monster in the woods, just off the beaten path from Hope's home. She isn't the first to be trapped into position of Keeper for the Barracuda of the Backwoods, but she is the first - in a very long time - to truly understand her. They call her Mama." So essentially - monster collects teeth for her own rotting mouth. Sisyphean effort on the Keeper's part. Symbiotic parasite/mother-daughter type shit. LOTS TO UNPACK.

honorable mention: a bunch of plays and other lil bits that would take me too long to describe <333

tagging: @subtlefires, @disabled-dean , @butchabouttown, @luckshiptoshore , and anyone who wants to play! (this includes all my friends who may see this and go "hey i have wips". give it to me. i want to see it)

#tag game #writing stuff #original work #fanfic #elliot rambles #tagged: zahnie #supernatural #welcome to purgatory

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loulucifer · 11 months

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Lucky and Bria Some of Lucky's teammate's meet Bria.

hey if this is weird im writing it while drunk so

The dating conversation happens every time his teammates meet Bria. It makes sense, Bria is always their type, but she’s basically everyone’s type. She’s 5’9, blonde, a figure skater. When Luka says this it’s just the truth, Bria doesn’t really date anyone, she’s always been competition focused. She’s been making the national team since she was sixteen. Bria’s type is winning. He doesn’t fully know how to explain this to his teammates without seeming rude. It’s not that Lucky doesn’t want his sister to date his teammates, he could care less, Bria has made it very clear that that isn’t something she wants.

They’re playing in Montreal when Bria says that she’ll come watch the game and hangout afterwards. Lucky feels fear, he’s sure that his teammates knew about her. She’s been in his Instagram posts, and she’s known throughout the figure skating world. Bria Dupont is probably more famous than Lucky. After the win against the Habs they’re all in the locker room getting ready to head back to the hotel, when Lucky decides to say something.

“So, my sister is in town. Her and I are going out for drinks if anyone would like to join,”

There’s an energy shift in the room, focused on Lucky.

“Bria?” Jack asks.

“Yep, she’s my only sister,” Lucky replies.

“I think some of us were headed out already, if you both want to tag along.” Petey proposes.

“Sure, yeah, she’s excited to meet you all.”

“Is she single?” Jack jokes, lightly elbowing Lucky.

“Oh, Bria doesn’t really date hockey players.” He says, this is not the first time he’s said this, and he doubts there will ever be a last time.

“Wait really?” Their interests are seemingly spurred on.

“She’s way more focused on her skating career, she doesn’t date in general, but has made a very pointed statement against hockey players. I’ve tried I swear.” Lucky shrugs and continues to change. Bria always put her goals first, and those goals never included other people. When Lucky started playing hockey he would try, only for Bria to point out that maybe he was just trying to live vicariously through her. She’s smart like that, she’s also brutal.

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After a stop at the hotel to get changed, and for Lucky to take a quick shower, a small group of him, Quinn, Petey, Boeser, Studs and Cole choose to go out. They meet Bria at a local bar, it’s fancier than any were expecting but at her suggestion they don’t want to decline. Bria of course is there ahead of time, her long blonde hair tied into a clean ponytail, wearing a nice square neck top and light wash jeans. Parts of Lucky wonder if he would’ve ever looked like her, part of him wonders if ‘perfect’ is just part of her genetic makeup.

“Luka!” She says, pulling him into a hug the moment she can. She smiles at the others following, letting go of Lucky and offering out a hand to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you all, I’m Bria.” Everyone seems a little off put by how forward she is. How she has no fear. “I’ve already heard so much about this group.”

“Hopefully positive.” Boeser says.

“Sure.” She smiles nicely though glancing at Quinn. They all order their drinks and take their seats.

“So, Bria, you gotta tell us about Lucky, it’s like pulling teeth to learn anything about him.” Petey chirps.

“OH, there’s so so much. Did he tell you he started as a figure skater?”

“BRIA.” Lucky’s face flushes.

“It’s true! It’s why he’s so graceful.” She adds.

“No way,” Cole takes a sip of his drink. “I mean… that tracks.”

The rest of the night is slow, they chat and drink, it’s not crazy though. Lucky thinks they’re trying to impress Bria, or that Bria intimidates them. Everyone is on their best behavior.

“Bria, Lucky says you don’t date, is that true? Or does he just not want you dating his teammates?” Studs asks. Bria is so poised; she laughs a little at the question.

“Luka, did you just say I don’t date hockey players?”

“Well… I said you don’t date in general too.”

“I mean, that’s true.” She shrugs and takes a sip of her drink. “I’m not interested, honestly.”

Bria is every hockey player’s dream girl, and Lucky grapples with the fact that he could’ve been the same. He’s not completely jealous of her, but parts still ponder the ‘what if?’

“Really?”

“I mean… I don’t… Like men?” She replies taking a sip of wine. There’s a pause of silence as everyone freezes as though they’re afraid the next thing out of their mouths would be offensive.

“Yeah, that’s a big part of it.” Lucky shrugs. He knew that Bria was a lesbian, he just didn’t want to out her to his teammates.

“Is there a problem with that?” It’s responded to by a chorus of ‘No’ by the others. She smiles, and chatter continues. Though Bria does not mince words when it comes to Lucky’s upbringing, much to the enjoyment of his teammates. The conversation is fine till she brings up Felix.

“Luka and Felix, our oldest brother, used to fight SO often. But that settled when Felix was out of the house, he’s older than us both by a bit.” It’s so harmless. It should be harmless.

“Lucky, you never told us that you had a brother?” Quinn says.

“Oh yeah, Felix and I are no contact.”

“Yeah, he’s older than us by a bit, he’s six-ish years older than Luka, so he was out of the house when Luka was 13.” Lucky just nods at Bria; he doesn’t want to get into it more. He hasn’t spoken to Felix in eight years now, he won’t start now.

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The night goes on, eventually moving to a club because Studs said he wanted to dance, and no one protested. Lucky gets a moment alone with Bria.

“They’re nice, I like them more than the leafs.”

“That’s high praise, but they’re on their best behavior.”

“Is Quinn still bothering you?”

“He doesn’t bother me. He just… He doesn’t like me.”

“That’s a shame. You’d be cute together.”

“BRIA.” Lucky slaps her lightly.

“Do they know about you yet?”

“No. Nothing. I don’t let them.” She shrugs in understanding.

“Eventually? Do you think?”

“No. I can’t. I don’t want them to think I’m some freak.” She sighs, they have this conversation every time he moves. About how he should just be himself. He just can’t do it. Especially when he feels like things are going right. God, what would Quinn think? He already think’s Lucky is incompetent, he doesn’t need to fuel that fire.

“Don’t count yourself out, they like you.” He nods in response; Bria puts a hand on his shoulder. He’ll always have her; she’s always been his protector. Better than he’ll ever be.

#lucky tag #hrpf #hockey fanfiction #nhl fanfiction

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cloudofdarkness · 1 year

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A Moment Of Respite

Rating Teen And Up Audiences

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Category: M/M

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Relationship: G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of Light

Characters:

G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch

Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV)

Miqo'te Characters (Final Fantasy XIV)

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CAT BOYS BEIN CAT BOIS

u ever just meet someone thats ur type and ur like hmmm

Slightly suggestive

Language:English

Words:3,960

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summary: Eulmore has taken their stance against the Crystarium, but with doubts flooding through the warrior of light, how is he to cope?

notes: This was an old and short drabble I cooked up before starting Shadowbringers so the writing is a bit baby but I went back and tried to tweak it a bit because uhhhh it was kind of a daring idea of mine~ lmao hope it's good nonetheless!

Another day filled with endless quests passed the young warrior of light, as per his usual run. It was nice though, getting to explore the entirely new region that was Norvrandt. The flowery fields of Il Mheg, the melancholic forests of Lakeland that, even when overrun by sin eaters, was still wistfully beautiful. Though it had hardly gotten his mind off of the previous day, what with the citizens in the Crystarium sending him all around town to pick up small things like bread and butter, his mind still raced with thoughts of how the rest of Lakeland was faring, and he hardly had time to think about the impending doom they still might face as well, though the Scions and the Exarch both insist he take a moment for himself, how could he? It had only been a few days after the attack, and though everyone knew where to point the blame, the warrior still looked to himself for not being able to stop them all.

He sighed, pausing at the entrance to Syrcus Tower. He figured after today, he might check back in with the Exarch, seeing if perhaps the most selfless person in all of Norvrandt needed anything. Probably not, he figured, shrugging internally as he passed over the threshold. That man was never one to accept help. Everyone always said he did everything himself. But while he admired that drive, he knew everyone needed assistance sometimes. Perhaps...since he trusted so much in him, he’d listen. At least that’s what he hoped. He figured he’d find him residing in the Ocular, his hand gently resting over the doors and tracing the odd metal framing of it before gently pushing it open. And just as he’d predicted, there the Exarch stood, watching quietly over the land he so valiantly had protected for centuries. He almost didn’t want to ruin his quiet, but he wouldn’t need to, as the door behind him shut, the echoing alerted both of them to his presence.

The Exarch nearly jumped out of his robes, not expecting to be caught off guard like such, but after a quick clearing of his throat, he met the warrior with a smile, straightening himself dutifully. “My warrior, I do apologize for not acknowledging your presence. It seems I was lost in thought again.” He paused a moment, noticing the nervous demeanor of the miqo’te and beckoning for him to join him. “You’ve no need to worry, ‘tis nothing of importance. I hear you’ve been busying yourself with helping those around the Crystarium. For that, I greatly thank you. By chance, did you stop by the markets?”

A’Tali’s ear twitched in interest, knowing full well he’d probably ask. As much as he liked to hide the fact, the warrior knew the Exarch was really the one behind their meal making. He seemed to be quite the poor liar, but he’d never call him out on it. He was far too kind for that. Still, he knew he’d ask, so meeting the other with a smile, he turned to his satchel, gently shaking it so that the other could hear the Gil happily jingling somewhere near the bottom. “I did actually! I hope it suffices. I saw on my way out this morning that the quarters were lacking so I figured I’d make it a last stop. They predicted you might make another request so it’s already made its way over.” He confirmed, watching the leader exhale happily before going to join him on the steps. “Thank you, my friend. I’ve no idea how I did it all before summoning you here.”

A small laugh, almost like an exhale left A’Tali as he sat down rather politely, glancing over to the strange mirror-portal and noticing how it reflected over a familiar area of the woods sitting outside the city. A silver haired viera stood watch over a small encampment, her eyes filled with duty and determination. However, she was taken aside for a moment as another smaller viera tugged at her pant leg, bouncing around in what seemed like a request to play. She tried to keep her stoic demeanor, but she couldn’t help the child’s pleas. So she wasn’t as hard headed as he thought. Interesting. She certainly seemed like someone who’d be playful, but he couldn’t shake their first meeting...

“Worried about Commander Lyna? She looks like she’s travelled to The Ostall Imperstive and back many a time. I’m sure you’ve nothing to fear.” A’Tali tried to assure the Exarch, earning a gentle huff from him, almost seemingly embarrassed to be called out for such a thing. Sure, Lyna was grown now and could take care of herself but...that unexpected attack, and with many dropping dead each day, he always had to be watching. Especially if she happened to freeze up one unlucky day and get herself caught. He’d never forgive himself if he let that happen. “But I do understand why you observe. She...lost her parents to the sin eaters, yes? It’s only natural to still remain protective after all these years. You’re very good at watching over your city, I almost envy your skill.”

While that was true, The Exarch didn’t exactly understand why it was he envied him. Did he not understand that he was the hero of legend? The one even the people of the Crystarium still raved about hundreds of years after his story came to an end? The selfless warrior of light: who, no matter what, always took up a task. Who always saved the day no matter the price he paid for himself. He was simply doing his job watching over his city, nothing more. Though perhaps that was how he saw his duty as well. “I simply do so with care. Every resident is close to my heart, and it is my hope as well as my purpose that they all remain safe. I believe that you share that sentiment?”

A’Tali simply smiled in response, nodding a confirmation as his eyes cast themselves to the other, his face almost completely shrouded by his cowl. He wondered why it was that he hid his face. Was it that he preferred being shrouded in mystery? Or perhaps he was ashamed of what hid underneath it. Either way, it did spark his curiosity, but now was not the time for such questions. He still had yet to speak about what had transpired the previous day, and he knew it was going to be brought up as soon as their conversation came to a pause.

Regrets had reached an all time high as he watched the people of Lakeland gathering up what was left after Vauthry’s menacing attack in the night. How resilient these people were despite losing so much in the expanse of...what? Mere bells? Ever confident they were, ever inspired they were despite the chaos. And there, stood at the head of this inspiration and confidence was the Exarch. His voice always ringing true to the people, always encouraging hope.

It had reminded him of someone. For the first time in a while, he had let himself slip. And perhaps it was because his voice held that diplomatic sass, perhaps it was because the ambient hum of the tower was reminding him of where that old voice slept. But he had fallen back to when he’d first allowed himself to show his heart to someone.

It was too much.

The Exarch has noticed his drift from the crowd.

He’d felt rather unnerved about coming back here since, and his ears displayed this well, falling back in shame as he felt the other’s eyes on him. He hadn’t meant to act as secluded as he did...he shouldn’t have slipped in front of him… “Exarch, I must apologize for my actions last evening. I was simply...overwhelmed with emotion. I’m sorry you had to see me like so.” His voice was soft now, and his gaze averted itself to the towering ceiling, a look of melancholy stuck in his eyes.

It was then that the Exarch extended a hesitant hand, gently placing it against the sleeve of the warrior’s glove. “There’s no need to apologize, my friend. Though, if I may...I can’t help but notice each time you pass through those gates, you seem...haunted. My mind wanders to odd conclusions, but I recall that first morning you arrived. The man you spoke of...G’raha Tia...were you two close?” He inquired, his voice resonating care and kindness. Perhaps that was one reason A’Tali confided in him. He never once seemed to house ill will, despite how little he knew about him. He was still hesitant to answer, however, as it wasn’t so simple to give.

“...I felt that we were. It was...complicated. We’d only known each other for a short time...though it felt longer. He was the first person I’d confided in after such a long time. He helped me to grow as a person, he…” the warrior paused, realizing he’d been playing with the strings of his gloves. “...he was the first I’d ever had feelings for. I’m not sure where they came from, but they came so naturally...if only too late. I never confessed my feelings, and the closest I ever got was before he sealed himself away…” his voice broke at the last part, and one of his hands raised to his lips, his middle and index finger gently brushed against them. “I’ve lost many people in my journeys as the warrior of light, and many were close to me...but none hurt me so deeply as when I found this tower lacking him. Perhaps it was because I’d dreamed of seeing him once more...perhaps it was because...he never really knew how important he was...to the world. To me.”

The Exarch listened on in silence, not knowing what he could say to him for once, though he felt as if simply listening would comfort him. If only he knew...he wouldn’t have to shed another tear.

“I-I apologize! I didn’t mean to grow so gloomy again...I just-!” A’Tali was quick to apologize, and was just as quickly cut off by the other who shook his head, his non crystallized hand pressing a finger against his lips in a “hush.” “As I said, you’ve no need to apologize to me. I brought it up, after all, and I believe you need to talk about it. Does it feel better, talking about him?” He inquired once more, this time in genuine curiosity. Did he think about him? Was he truly that important?

The warrior simply grew quiet for a moment, before placing a hand over the one on his sleeve. He felt the other stiffen at the sudden interaction, perhaps a bit self conscious about his arm? No matter, he was confiding in him now, and something told him that while he welcomed such interaction, he hadn’t experienced it in quite some time. He couldn’t blame him, being the Exarch and all, always busy and always keeping to himself to ensure everyone turned out okay. He admired him for that. “...it does. But I also feel great sadness. I’ll never truly know of his fate. I’ll never know the world he woke up to or how long it took us...or if I still greeted him as a friend...or if I was there at all. I fear so much for him...but I also know he wouldn’t want me to linger in sorrow like this. He was always so positive. The driving force of our adventure, I'd like to say.”

The driving force? Their...adventure? The Exarch could feel his heart skip a beat at his explanation, though the other felt sorrow in his heart, he felt something lift inside him as he thought to their previous moments together. How sassy and spritely G’raha Tia was, how he was constantly uplifting the team’s spirits. How, even to the end of the adventure, he stayed smiling. For himself, and for A’Tali. This, the both of them knew.

“...it’s strange. You remind me of him in a way.”

It was quietly spoken, but the Exarch perked up in interest still. Like him? “O-Oh? How so?”

A’Tali smiled, quite entertained by the other’s reaction as he readjusted his glasses. He leaned forward slightly, a gentle shine in his pale eyes as he leaned his head against his hand. “Well, you’re both so dutiful. You take charge, but not in the way a typical leader would, you know? You’re kind and compassionate to everyone you take care of...and you have that wave of mystery about you that can sometimes bother me but...can also be very alluring.” The warrior laughed once more, his gaze so fixated on the portal, he didn’t notice the other looking to their hands. And thank the gods he didn’t...for the Exarch was speechless, and underneath his cowl his cheeks were warm with admiration and embarrassment.

“Perhaps it’s crazy but...sometimes you speak and it reminds me of him. The way that you talk often reminds me of those little moments where he’d drop his playful demeanor for a serious moment. It...made me sad, seeing such a happy soul take up such a grand duty...and how it affected him in such a short time. I often wonder if perhaps it was the same for you…” he trailed, before his tail shot up in alarm, realizing he was growing far too informal with the other and turning to him in a flustered demeanor. “I-I mean! There’s just so much to think about while I’m here…and I’m afraid I don’t know very much about you, so all I have to go off of is assumption!” He corrected himself, hoping to Hydaelyn that he hadn’t offended the other. Though he didn’t seem much bothered by it. In fact, he thought he heard a soft chuckle from under that cowl. The hold on his crystalline hand remained, and his ear flickered curiously. If only he knew how right he was in his musings. If only he knew…

“I suppose that’s partially my fault. We’ve usually no downtime in such a busy city. And...well I suppose I’m not used to such casual conversation. But...you would be correct in your assumptions in a way. Of course, I’m much happier now than I was first taking this duty...though I feel as if I’ve grown less jubilant over time. For what used to be pure joy has been glossed over with responsibility and worry.” The Exarch explained, his eyes turning up wistfully to the high ceilings of the ocular, watching the sun gently reflect off of its crystalline arches. It had been quite some time since he’d felt like the man he used to be, but there was a reason to everything, and so that was why he was the way that he was now. Surely the other understood, but his silence worried him all the worse. “I am still happy though, you needn’t worry. I know my purpose and it pleases me to know that I’m capable of carrying it out.” He continued, before pausing as he turned to see the warrior leaning in rather close, a cautious hand quickly raising to tug at his cowl, before freezing up as he locked gazes with him. He didn’t know what it was, but the gentle gaze the other reflected caught him in something he couldn’t describe. It was almost as if he felt that small, internalized feeling of being as he used to, before all of this. He’d forgotten for a moment what it was to hide himself. Did he need to? They were in close proximity, sure but...it was nice.

And on the other hand, A’Tali couldn’t stop feeling...something. Surely it couldn’t have been the Echo. Hydaelyn hadn’t exactly been very helpful when it came to the Exarch, though perhaps thing worked differently when you were a rift traversing mage like he was. Even still, this whole time he’d felt something so familiar about the other. His personality, his aura...his voice. Maybe it was just that he was longing for what used to be…maybe…no...he couldn’t possibly...and yet-

The seeker’s eyes barely flicked back to their practically intertwined hands before returning to the top of the other’s cowl...and then to the only feature he could make out from under it. His lips. He gently squeezed his hand, feeling something flutter in his chest. The longer he stared, the more he felt inclined to lean in. Why did he feel so familiar? His free hand guided itself back to his bottom lip, gently biting his thumb in thought. The silence was killing the both of them, and the warrior broke it first. “...Truly, why have you summoned me here? Surely there was another warrior who came after me? With so many heroes across time, why me?”

Because I wished to see you again. Because I couldn’t stand the thought of you dying, especially when I could have prevented it. Because I simply want you here. The Exarch’s thoughts raced, locked into his minty gaze. What was he to say? “I…”

He didn't need to answer though, for the hand previously pressed against the warrior’s lips came to cup his face. His thumb gently traced the crystal markings on his cheek, and A’Tali swore he felt him lean in. With all the things he’d done for him in the short time he’d been in the First, he could tell it was nothing short of admiration. Perhaps...did the Exarch have feelings for him…? Or was that just his longing heart hoping for something? No matter the case, they were practically touching noses now, and both were frozen like a stag being hunted by a dragon. It was A’Tali that broke their pause, closing the small space between them and pressing his lips against the other’s. He swore he felt his robes move from the sudden act of affection, but thought nothing of it as he remained in the kiss a moment longer, his tail flickering cautiously. He backed away slightly, but was still close enough to feel the other’s breath against his lips. His eyes barely caught a glimmering ruby gaze, but he looked away before he scared the other further.

Oh gods, what had he done…?

“Forgive me, Exarch I…” he began, but just as quickly trailed off as he watched the other take the hand on his cheek, his fingers intertwining themself in the warrior’s. How gentle he was, A’Tali thought to himself. It was much different than how he portrayed himself on the battlefield, almost like someone else he knew…

He couldn’t help it, he leaned in again, and this time the other reciprocated. He felt the hand on his glove grip the fabric, sensing that he wanted him close. He obliged, scooting closer and nearly pressing chests with him as he freely indulged in his affection. How good it felt to kiss someone again. And the Exarch could share his sentiments. He’d missed him so much, it was a shame A’Tali might never know what was really happening. But he did, and he loved every second of it.

Small seconds passed, and the kisses grew deeper and deeper. The warrior’s fangs biting into the Exarch’s bottom lip, issuing a small sigh as he slowly dragged them against the gentle skin. Both of his hands moved to press themselves against his back, gripping his robes as his previous worries seemed to numb. He tasted so good...he felt even better, and he wanted to be closer. Carelessly, he pulled him closer, pressing their chests together in the now heated kissing session. A hand came around to hold his hips, moving the Exarch into his lap just as he pulled away from the kiss, moving it down his neck, then to his arm. Each kiss was followed by a gentle bite, eliciting small whines and huffs from the other, who was trying to muffle said noises. This made A’Tali grin. Good, he thought, trying to hide his attraction thrilled him.

The hand on his hips gripped the fabric, balling into a fist to hitch the skirt of the robe up over his knee. Carefully, his hand traced up his bare thigh, and he felt the other shiver, but he was rumbling like...was he purring? Was the Exarch also a Miqo’te? Again, he wouldn’t say anything for fear of alarming him. He just wanted this right now, so ignorance was bliss. When his hand moved to his inner thigh, he felt the other lean against him, his face pressing against his shoulder in an attempt to hide his pleasured noises. So, he was very submissive. Good to know. A’Tali mentally noted, before moving to rub his inner thigh. He could feel the Exarch breathing shakily, his hips gently moving with his hand, and he couldn’t help but be turned on by this. Gently, he bit at a soft spot on his skin, sucking on it casually as his hand continued on to the other’s briefs. The other froze at the touch, and what A’Tali presumed to be his tail flickered from under his robes. He grinned, his own tail coming around to wrap itself around the Exarch’s leg. He leaned in for another, rushed kiss, the other quickly and mindlessly complying. Don’t let this end. Gods please don’t...

Though it was only briefly after that they’d heard a rapping at the Ocular’s doors, to which the Exarch almost fell back from his surprised jump, gripping tightly to the warrior in fear of someone walking in, but instead, a voice came from the other side. “I apologize for the short notice, Exarch, but might I have a moment of your time? ‘Tis regarding your request about the garden?”

If there was ever a deep shade of red possible for someone to turn, his was the deepest. He’d gotten so engrossed in...this...he’d completely forgotten about his duties. So it was. So it always would be. “I-I...Of course, I shall attend to it shortly. Allow me a moment, If you will.” He assured the waiting citizen, all the while trying to catch his breath. He soon received confirmation, and after hearing the guest depart, he cupped his hand over his mouth in embarrassment, his cheeks flushed and hot as he pulled his cowl even lower. He wished for the other to avoid seeing him. How could he be so irresponsible and foolish? Just like the man he used to be…

Just like him…

“Exarch, my deepest apologies...I don’t know what came over me, I just-“ The warrior began, but was quickly cut off by the other gently pecking his lips, and just as quickly leaning away to stand himself up. Just as graceful as he usually was, he brushed off his robes, and turned to the other with a gentle smile.

“No need to apologize to me, A’Tali. But perhaps it would be best if we kept this...a secret.” He paused, rubbing the wrist of his crystalline hand, almost as if he were in thought about something, before nodding, and turning to go. “I shall return anon. Pray, try not to overwork yourself before I do?”

The warrior hesitated for a moment, still getting over that hasty last kiss, his fingers against his pursed lips, before nodding. “Of course. I hope for your lively return, Exarch.” He wished him off, and as he watched him go, he could’ve sworn he felt that familiar feeling in his chest again. One of longing. One of mystery.

One of love.

#eden writes #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #crystal exarch #g'raha tia #warrior of light #warrior of darkness #wolexarch #wolgraha #swan sirenia

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hmlegacy · 10 months

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So we won’t fully address how long ago I was tagged in this, but shout out to @friendofbats.

The Rules: Tag (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the following:

Four Ships

So I try to be balanced in all things but, most of my ships, I’m either all in or all out once they don’t happen, lol. I cannot say I have a Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons ride or die ship, unfortunately (the farmer and my wifey, Popuri). But bring back rival marriage, damn it.

It’ll be tough to dwindle it to four, honestly, I have a lot of genres I enjoy.

Zelda/Link (Legend of Zelda): Yea, I know, BASIC, but man--the fact that their destinies bring them together through even like ancestry. That type of gig is my jam.

Takeru “T.K”/Hikari “Kari” (Digimon): This one...this is the ‘you just had to be there’ era. The wars between Dakari and Takari fans were the things of legend. People had WHOLE SITES dedicated to this and would list the reasons why one coupling worked and why the other wouldn’t--it’s epically crazy to even think about. Alas, Takari...before I got deeply involved in my long-ass Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons, I was writing a series for them that kind of shaped how I wrote for Legacy. I don’t instantly go for the ‘old friends’ relationships but I loved them together and, while I thought I got ‘meh’, I was excited to see all the small hints in what I did watch of Tri.

Tommy/Kimberly (Power Rangers): It’s so silly to even talk about but it’s so funny since I can’t deny this is my first ship--imagine it’s 1994, I’m four-years-old, in kindergarten, with no grasp on anything remotely...and these two were my ride or die. I was six and PISSED they replaced Kimberly with Kat. I’ll even roll my eyes now that they suggest those two married and have kids. RIP Jason David Frank.

Jay Halstead/Erin Lindsay (Chicago PD): See the trend? None of my ships work out! But this is probably the only modern one i have, lol. These two though, I just loved how they worked together and had each other’s back. I think it’s super tragic how both of their story lines ended given how strong their histories were but that’s how live-actions have to go, I reckon.

Look, I’m too indecisive to not have honorable mentions. Chrom x Robin, Stahl x Panne, Kellam x Olivia, Lissa x Lon’qu, Frederick x Nowi, Tharja x Libra, Lucina x Gerome (Fire Emblem Awakening, meaning the marriages I would struggle to deviate from), Dimitri x Byleth (Fire Emblem Three Houses), Yor x Loid (Spy x Family), Ichigo x Rukia (Screw you, BLEACH)

Last Song: Lol, oh, “Bodies” by Drowning Pool. I was just listening to a 2000s metal playlist on Spotify, that’s where I left off.

Currently Reading: I need to get better at reading...anything. I write and edit my writing by reading it?

Last Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy, Volume 3. Bittersweet but definitely good compared to where the MCU is now.

Craving: Hu Tieu Tom Thit (Pork and Shrimp Clear Noodle Soup) and a Sea Angel Roll would be awesome!

Tagging: My infinite anxiety over the strangest of things will keep me from tagging, lol. But please tag me if you do this, I love reading these.

#ships

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vilapollo · 3 years

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showing off your boyfriend online

pairing: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli/reader

tags: sfw but a little nsfw-ish if you squint, fluff, this is tiktok based since that's where i've always been hanging out lately lol, not proof read

People get mixed reactions about your relationship with Diluc. One side finds him hot and think you two are cute together while the other side thinks that you should dump him since he seems very unenthusiastic around you. You eventually called out those who were saying that Diluc seems like an uncaring boyfriend when he is actually the opposite in your actual relationship. You mostly film Diluc when you two are going out on a date, though not all the time since you knew how Diluc could get uncomfortable with cameras. Sometimes, you play harmless pranks on him like not saying "I love you" back, getting dressed so formally and ask him why he isn't dressed yet when there is actually no occasion for the day, and walking into his office naked when he's on a meeting. Diluc has very sharp eyes so it was hard for you to film these things at first but you got a hang of recording his reactions after sometime.

Kaeya is the one giving you ideas of what kind of videos to film, which is mostly thirst traps. Sometimes, he's the one grabbing your phone and filming the two of you together. Your fans seem to be huge simps for the two of you. He is very interactive with your fans whenever they ask something about him. People often comment how they want to be in between the two of you so bad but Kaeya would act possessive and tell everybody that he will never share his baby to anyone else. You can't do much prank videos on this guy because he knows what type of videos are trending especially for the couple trends. You tried to one time, but the tables turned and you were the one pranked instead. He loves to make you flustered while you're filming. He will say some cheesy lines out nowhere and openly flirt with you in front of the camera.

Your fans adore Zhongli. This is mostly because of him being unaware with social media. He rarely uses them after all. It is so easy to do those prank videos on him. You feel guilty sometimes since he genuinely doesn't know how to react whenever you pull a prank on him like that 'calling your boyfriend another man's name' trend. It is also adorable when he catches you filming him secretly and he just smiles at the camera. Your fans call him a DILF and when he asks what that means, he only gets confused since he claims that you two don't have any child yet. You then tell him that he does look like a DILF and he gets even more confused, asking you if that was your way of asking him if you want a child with him. And that video made your fans call him a himbo next and you didn't know whether to explain to him what that means or not.

Childe inserts himself into your videos most of the time so you really don't need to show him off. Whenever you record yourself showing your outfit for the day, Childe will always whistle from the background and hype you up. When you're filming a thirst trap video, Childe would sometimes join in and flaunt himself as well jokingly, but your fans still respectfully simp for him. Your fans see him as a very supportive and funny boyfriend since they will always see Childe lingering on the comments of your posts. And he is very bold with these comments. When you post a normal video, he either cracks a joke or comment how beautiful you are. However, when you post a slightly suggestive video, Childe will comment something suggestive that only those with minds like him would understand, which is unfortunately most of your fans so you end up getting flustered when he does that.

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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study buddies || k.mg x reader

Pairing: frat!mingyu x fem reader

Summary: studying for midterms with the guy you’re hooking up with goes exactly how you’d expect

Warnings: swearing, light smut (18+)

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: reworked this old blurb originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark ) for my gf’s birthday :)) happy birthday @hotgirlmingyu

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You woke up to banging on your apartment door. Groaning, you rolled over to check your phone and saw that it was six am. You pushed yourself up and out of bed and padded into the kitchen to answer the door. You were surprised the relentless knocking hadn’t woken up your roommate, but she was a pretty heavy sleeper.

You yanked the door open to see Mingyu with a handful of textbooks. You squinted at him in confusion, wondering if you were seeing things. Mingyu had never been to your place before, you didn’t even know he knew where you lived.

His appearance startled you a bit. His hair was messy where it was usually slicked back or styled and he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him in anything other than khakis and a douchey printed shirt.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, rubbing your eyes.

He frowned. “You said we should study for midterms together.”

You thought back to the last time you’d seen Mingyu. You couldn’t remember saying anything like that.

“Was I drunk?”

“Probably.”

“So why are you here?”

“To study. You agreed that we could help each other out.”

“Mingyu, I don’t even remember agreeing to that.”

“Well I’m already here,” he said and pushed past you into your apartment.

“Seriously? It’s Saturday.”

“Yeah, and midterms are next week.”

“Couldn’t you have waited until the sun was up?” you grumbled, mostly to yourself and shut the door behind him.

“We’ve got a lot of material to cover.”

You cursed under your breath as you watched him set up at your kitchen table, knowing you should probably study even though you desperately wanted to go back to bed.

You and Mingyu had met at a party at his fraternity and woke up the next morning tangled in the sheets of his bed. To say it was awkward would have been an understatement. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again, but to your horror, you saw him in your stats lecture on Monday and your mythology class on Thursday. This was a pretty big university. Why did the same asshole have to be in two of your classes?

As much as it annoyed you, you couldn’t stop thinking about Mingyu, and apparently, he was having a similar dilemma because every time you went out he seemed to be there, and every time you hooked up.

That was the extent of your relationship, though. You didn’t even speak to each other in class or at parties. The only time you talked was behind closed doors when one or both of you was naked. Even then you kept your guard up because you refused to let yourself fall for a frat boy with commitment issues who never wanted to be seen with the same girl twice. A boy who wouldn’t even talk to you in public.

But you couldn’t ignore the way your heart fluttered when he said your name as he was about to cum, or the way his lips felt against yours. He could be a total dick, but you’d also seen a softer side of him that he didn’t show many people. You forced yourself to forget about that side. It was easier that way.

“Okay, what are we starting with?” you asked with a sigh.

“We have the stats exam first, we should work on that.”

You made a face. Statistics was the harder out of the two for you. In fact, it was the hardest class you were taking this semester.

“I can’t believe I’m doing math before seven am.”

“You won’t be complaining when you ace the midterm,” he quipped, already working on a practice worksheet.

You watched him solve problems like he was checking items off a list. You knew he was good at statistics, but you didn’t know he was that good. Figures, a guy like him was good at pretty much everything. Everything except mythology apparently, because once you’d switched to that he was flustered and frustrated. You would quiz him on myths only for him to get every single question wrong.

“Mingyu, did you even read any of these?” you asked, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Yes, y/n, I read every one. How do you think I passed all the reading quizzes?”

“Cheating?” it slipped out before you could stop it and Mingyu gave you a hard glare. You held up your hands defensively. “Just a joke.”

“I don’t think it was.” He licked his lips. “But for what it’s worth I read them all. I just can’t keep them straight.”

You sighed. You felt bad, but you were getting frustrated too. And not just because Mingyu wasn’t grasping the myths. This was the longest you’d ever spent together (at least while you were awake) and you hadn’t even had sex. He just smelled so nice and looked so cute when he was concentrating that you couldn’t help feeling a little impatient. You had been at it for hours, you thought you would’ve done it at least once by now. But Mingyu was more serious about studying than you thought. It was kind of admirable and kind of annoying.

“Okay well reread through the Egyptian myths and I’ll quiz you again.”

“Alright.”

He pulled out his reading packet and flipped to the section you took out your phone and scrolled through social media mindlessly as he read, but it quickly got boring. You wished Mingyu would take a break so he could rail you. He was still reading intently, but you figured a little distraction couldn’t hurt.

You started by taking your hair down from your bun and shaking it out so that it fell around your shoulders. You knew your shampoo drove Mingyu crazy and hoped it would have an effect on him today. He shifted his seat, but didn’t look up from the packet. Next, you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. You’d never done something so domestic like this with Mingyu, but it seemed to work because he cleared his throat and adjusted his sweatpants.

“You know you could be working on math.”

You shrugged. “We already did stats for hours today. I think I’ll jump off a bridge if I look at one more differential equation.”

He fell silent and tried focusing back onto the reading, but you moved your hand to his thigh and kept it there as you continued to through twitter, not even reading what was on your screen.

“Stop that,” Mingyu muttered, making you jump a little.

“Why?”

“Fuck, because you’re distracting me. You look too hot right now.”

“I’m wearing pajamas.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”

“Well what’s stopping you?” you asked lowly and nipped at his ear.

“Need to finish this,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“I can’t convince you to take a break?” You moved the hand on his leg up so that you were cupping him over his pants.

He shook his head. “After.”

You leaned over and kissed his neck, then his jaw, and felt him get hard under your hand. “If I have to stop what I’m doing you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

“That sounds like more of a motivator than a deterrent,” you admitted. “I’ll suck you off,” you offered and hooked your thumb in the waistband of his sweats, trying to bribe him.

“If you let me finish I’ll eat you out,” he countered.

You straightened up. It sounded like a pretty good deal.

“Fine.”

A few minutes passed in silence and you were waiting patiently, typing up a rough draft of an essay you had due for another class when Mingyu groaned.

“What?” you asked, wondering if he needed help.

“Can you please stop that?”

“Stop what? I’m literally doing nothing.” You were genuinely confused now.

“Just- I don’t know you’re making it so hard to concentrate.”

“Am I making it hard?” You smirked.

“Very funny.”

“Would it help if I put a paper bag over my head?”

“Probably.”

“Come on, keep reading about Osiris.”

“I don’t want to read about Osiris anymore, he’s a dick.”

“The faster you finish the faster you can get off.”

“I thought you didn’t want to wait,” Mingyu pointed out, trying to deflect.

“I think I recall something about you going down on me if I let you finish reading.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, but didn’t turn back to the book. Instead, he continued to gaze at you with those big brown eyes. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“What?” You felt your cheeks get warm.

“I just really want to kiss you right now.”

You smiled and raised your chin, challenging him. “Then do it.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, savoring the moment.

When you pulled away, Mingyu’s eyes were dark with want and you could see that he was now fully hard in his sweatpants.

“How about I eat you out now anyway?” He suggested, leaning forward to kiss your neck.

You moaned and brought your hands to his hair.

“You trying to bribe me?”

“Is it working?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Mingyu stood and picked you up from your chair. You wrapped your legs around his waist again. He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth and smirked.

“Promise you’ll finish studying after?” you asked.

He considered it. “Does what we’re about to do count as studying mythology? Because it’s going to be legendary.”

You scrunched up your face in distaste. “No, I take it back. Put me down.”

Mingyu grinned. “Hey! You know no ones gives it to you as good as I do.”

“That confident are you?”

His grin turned into a smirk. “Is that a challenge?”

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