#I like to think that Max can't admit he's worried so he makes up an excuse

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Bonus:

TTIV dialog cuz why not?

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trust me

max verstappen x reader | 2.3k

after an incredible (and wet) weekend in brazil, you have a confession to make.

cw: a loving relationship! discussion of anxiety/fear/worrying about your race car driver bf, healthy communication, and softness galore.

a/n: being a wag must be so stressful. like, damn! also, rain races stress me out, personally. this fic is about that.

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The triple header comes to an end in the best way possible.

Max Verstappen wins the São Paulo Grand Prix from a 17th-place start! It's the stuff of dreams. The fist around your heart unclenches just a little bit as you watch him smiling, roaring, hoisting his well-earned trophy aloft. It's your best day in a long time, watching your darling boyfriend like that, and you celebrate with everyone late into the night. The Championship battle looms in the background but tonight is about the hard work from the weekend. The stress, the frustration, the damn rain. All of it worth it for the pride you all feel right now.

But what comes after -- that, you can admit, you enjoy even more. Three weeks until Las Vegas and Max and the team have plenty of work to do before then, but for now? For now, it's this: rest.

Everyone gets to go home, finally. And for you, home is wherever Max is. You've spent the first few days of the break thus far at his place. On the floor with the cats, on the couch watching movies. In his bed, sleeping, sometimes, other times... not so much. Hours and hours just being together. You'll have plenty of time for this once the season ends but you can never get enough of him.

You're on the couch, sprawled across the length of it with a book in hand. It's a good one, so much so that you don't notice Max until he taps your ankle and you jump.

"Jesus," you gasp. His lips are pulled up at one corner in the precursor to a full grin, sweatpants slung low enough that you can see the branded band of his underwear between the drawstrings and the hem of his t-shirt. "Where did you come from?"

"Watching race replays," he says with a shrug. "Scooch." You tug your legs back and sit up a little, bookmarking your page as he rounds the couch and plops down where your feet were.

"Max," you whine. "I like to watch those, too. So you can do that thing where you narrate like, every second." You're teasing, but only a little. For all the jokes about "maxplaining," you really do love how he explains things. He tells you what he was thinking at every turn, what the trick is, how long it took him to get it right. He points out his mistakes and those of the other drivers. All of it thoroughly and with enthusiasm, answering your questions like you're the best student he's ever had.

"Yeah, well," he says, sinking into the couch, arm stretched across the cushions towards you. Your eyes rake over the line of his bicep as he talks. "You don't like rain races very much. Wasn't sure you'd want to see it again."

That gets your attention. "How did you know that?" You've never told him outright that they stress you out. It's really important to you that you keep your cool at the track, that you don't do anything to let on that he should worry about you.

But you should know better, it seems.

"I can tell," Max says, looking right at you. "I pay attention."

You hum, not sure what to say. "You've got me there," you confess. "I'm sorry."

"Hey," he tuts. "Why the apology? You can feel however you want to. This weekend was complicated."

He feels too far away. You set your book on the ground and shove your toes under this thigh. He keeps his eyes on your face but you fuss with the hem of your t-shirt rather than look back.

"They're exciting. Rain races, I mean." You sigh. "But I can't help but worry, Max. From the garage, it's so --"

You lose track of your words because Max grabs hold of your legs and tugs them over his thighs as he moves closer to you, almost crowding you against the arm of the couch. He reaches for your collarbone to pick some lint from your shirt, his other arm slung across your calves.

"Were you scared?" he asks. "This weekend, I mean."

Frankly, you avoid telling him things like this because you don't want to distract him. You don't want to detract from his performance in any way and maybe that's selfish, because you know he's very good at what he does and how you feel isn't going to derail his weekend. But you know he loves you, and you know how deeply he feels things. How much he wants to be a good partner, a good driver, a good man. And you try really hard to let him know that he is all of those things.

The reality of your position in his life is that there will always be people who heavily imply that your presence, your actions, your choices could be at fault. It's ludicrous -- Max has said so many times -- but it makes you hype-aware. You don't want to overstep. It's something you know you should articulate to him properly, but you know he'll be upset that you think you can be anything but a good part of his life. It's an endless cycle.

"Hey," he says, mistaking your silence for emotion. "Liefje, I'm fine." He reaches for you, cupping your cheek with a warm hand. You look up at him and find him frowning.

"I know," you say, leaning into his palm. "I know you are. I just -- I don't want it to sound like I'm a whining baby or something."

"Whining baby?" Max gently rubs the skin under your eye with his thumb. "Psh. We've got some of those on track. You couldn't come close to them if you tried."

That gets a laugh out of you and he cracks a smile at the small victory.

You sigh. "I was scared," you admit, voice soft. Max presses a little closer to you, his hand falling from your face to catch yours, fingers twining together.

"Are you always scared?" he asks. "You're more tense on rain weekends, I can tell that much. But you've never really talked about this. I guess I--" He frowns again. "I've never really asked you."

"That's okay," you say. "It's nothing, really."

Blue eyes bore into yours. "No, I want to know," he presses. "Please, tell me?"

You tip your head back a little, eyes on the ceiling. How to say it?

"I guess I'm always a little scared, yeah," you say. "I don't know how I wouldn't be."

He tugs on your hand so you'll look at him. "What is it, do you think?" The question comes out in his typical way. This must be how he is in driver briefings, you think fleetingly. Max is analytical, methodical, always looking for the root of the problem so he can understand it and adapt.

But how do you explain this?

"Well, it's a dangerous sport," you explain. "As you know. And I -- Max, I love you, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

The furrow of his brow lessens a bit and he presses a light kiss to the back of your hand. Your stomach flutters, even after all this time.

But Max has no time for your mooning, apparently. "Were you scared before we knew each other?" he asks.

You think about it. "It's different, I guess. I was worried, generally. For all of you. I'm still worried for all of you, but --"

His eyebrow quirks and he fails to hide a cheeky smile. "Me the most?"

You roll your eyes and squeeze his hand. "You the most. But don't tell Carlos that."

Max tuts. "So, now it's just worse? You feel it more?"

Nodding, you try to explain. "I don't even like watching on TV, now, because I'm so far away. I feel so helpless."

You can't make it to every race but you try your hardest, not only to support Max but for your own sanity. It's easier to calm yourself down when you're around other people who believe in him, when you have access to all the details and when he's only a few steps away when he's out of the car.

"I don't want you to be worried," he says, softly. "You don't let on that you are when we say goodbye before the race, aside from being a little tense."

One of your favorite pieces of race weekends -- those few moments when all of his attention is on you. He makes sure you have everything you need and leaves you with a kiss and a smile and a see you later. His confidence and his competence are like balms.

"When I'm looking at you, I'm not as stressed," you say, a bit shy. "You're very good at your job, you know. And your confidence is convincing."

"I know," he says, seriously. "That's why I know it'll be fine. Do you not know that?"

If he was less determined, you'd ask him to drop it, since you're starting to feel embarrassed. But you know he won't let it lie.

"I know it, too, Max." You reach for his face to push back some fringe from his forehead. "I'll always be worried about you, though. You get in the car and drive away and I just -- sit there. And wait for you to come back."

He frowns, deeper this time. You keep your hand on him, cupping his jaw and running your thumb along his stubble.

"And I love it. You know I was a fan before I met you and it's a dream to be there to watch you race. I love seeing you do crazy things like win from p17. It's so much fun."

He knows this about you. You've got a bit of a reputation for your facial expressions in the Red Bull garage, always the first on your feet when he overtakes, jumping up and down when he extends his lead. It's an infectious kind of joy and energy and you lean into it every time, even if your stomach is churning with anxiety.

Max is quiet for a few moments. He covers your hand with his and leans into it further.

"You trust me, right?"

"Of course," you say right away. "Always."

"I've never really thought about it," he says, slowly. "I mean, in the car. I don't worry about you because I'm not worried, so I just thought you knew not to be, too."

"I'll always worry, Max. Even though I trust you."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

Your cheeks heat and you look away from him, pulling your hand free to cradle it in your lap.

"You've got a million other things to worry about besides me," you say. "I don't want to distract you."

Max says your name with a scoff, literally waving his hand as if swatting away your silly notions. "Distract me? Come on," he says. "I wouldn't be a three-time world champion if I could get so easily distracted." He leans into your space, nosing at your jaw. "Even if you are very distracting."

You allow the attention for a few moments before pushing him back with a laugh. His cheeks are flushed, hair a bit of a mess, like after he takes off his helmet. And, god, he looks relaxed. You're so proud of him you can hardly stand it. The season is almost over and you know he's got a lot of work ahead of him, and you've got a lot of worrying. But he's motivated, and you know he can win. You know he'll come back to you.

Max leans his head back on the couch and casts his gaze sideways at you, nose scrunched. "I can't fix this, can I? You're still going to worry."

He sounds so resigned, so disappointed in himself that you tug on his hand so he'll get closer. This time, you frame his face with your hands and kiss him, just a light press of your lips to his. Both of you sigh into it, and you drag your mouth along his cheek until you reach his ear.

"I'm still going to worry," you whisper. "But I love you and I trust you. And I know it'll be okay."

Max sighs and presses his forehead to your shoulder, practically pulling you into his lap so he can wrap his arms around you.

"You better hope it doesn't rain for the rest of the season," he mumbles.

"That damn VSC," you groan, pulling back from him a bit. "I was going to tear my hair out!"

Max laughs. "It kept things interesting," he says lightly. "Rain isn't really a problem for me, schatje, you know this --"

"Because you're Dutch, I know, Max." You roll your eyes. "Even Fernando couldn't keep it together! I mean, the gasps from the garage when --"

The seriousness of your conversation fades as you trade tidbits about the race -- you've done this already, hashed it out in the hotel room and the flight home and in bed since Sunday. Max watches you talk, elbow braced on the couch and his head resting in his hand. His eyes sparkle and you know you're amusing him as he corrects you on the turn names and who went in the wall when. Max loves you: you've never doubted this. He loves you and he cares about how you feel and doesn't want you to be worried.

And while you will be, because you love him, you know that it'll be alright.

"Hey," Max says, interrupting your opinions about start procedures. "I love you, okay? Thank you for worrying about me."

"Graag gedaan," you say. Well, you try to say. Max laughs and corrects your pronunciation. You're welcome, he says, over and over, a kiss to your cheeks, your nose, your forehead each time. Ik houd van je. Your lips, your neck, your jaw.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

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Do you know this tiktok trend where girls tell guys about paying at the mechanic's for premium air for their cars 😭 could you write a fic where y/n does that prank to Max?

"Premium Air?" - Max Verstappen

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“Oh Maxy, I was supposed to mention, I took your car to be serviced. I know you’ve been so busy lately I thought I’d do that and give you one less thing to worry about” You said to your boyfriend, trying your hardest to suppress any giggles that wanted to escape. Your phone sat propped up on the bookshelf, strategically hidden so Max didn't notice.  

You had been seeing so many videos on TikTok where girls would prank their boyfriends or husbands by convincing them that they had bought “premium air” for the tires of their cars; and you decided that since so much of Max’s life revolved around cars, it would be the perfect way to prank him. 

“Oh, thank you very much baby, that’s kind of you, everything okay with it?” he said, never lifting his head up from his phone. 

“You’re welcome, yeah everything was okay they just said something about low tire pressure or something? I don’t really remember but I sorted it.” You said, fighting the mischievous grin that is trying to take its place on your face. At your words Max finally lifts his head up and looked at you, his brows furrowed. 

“Really are you sure? They seemed to be fine last time I drove it” his voice has a hint of concern lacing though it, clearly unsure where this is leading.  

“I’m not sure, that’s what the man said anyway. But I got it sorted. I even sprung for the premium air for you!” Your excitement was clear and the second the words left your lips, Max put his phone down, his full attention now on you. Confusion was etched on his face, his brows furrowed, and his lips pressed tightly in a fine line.  

“Premium air?” he questioned 

You nod enthusiastically, maintaining your poker face. "Yeah! It's the latest thing. It makes your car run smoother, improves fuel efficiency, and who knows, maybe it even adds a few extra horsepower."  

Max looks at you like you’ve got two heads and you come so close to ruining the whole prank and bursting out laughing.  

“Premium air?” he asked again, like he couldn’t find any other words to respond to your ridiculousness. “How much did this premium air cost you?” he asked with a bemused smile, that smile however, dropped as soon as you answered his question. 

“Oh, it was a steal! Like €150 a tire.”  

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "€150 per tire? Are you serious Y/N? There's no such thing as premium air!" 

You feign innocence, "Oh, come on, Maxy, it's a special service they offered. You can't put a price on a smooth ride” Max sighs, a mix of frustration and amusement on his face.  

"Baby, I think you’ve been scammed. There's no such thing as premium air. Next time, let me know before you spend money on something like this." 

You play dumb, widening your eyes in mock surprise. "Scammed? But how could I buy it if it doesn't exist?" 

Max laughs, shaking his head. "You're too precious. Next time, let me come with you to the garage, okay? I'll make sure you don't fall for any tricks." 

You're left feeling a bit confused. Most of the prank videos you’ve seen end with frustration or annoyance, but Max seems more amused than anything else. 

As you sit there, still feeling a bit bewildered by Max's surprisingly lighthearted reaction, you gather the courage to ask him the burning question. "Hey, Max," you begin cautiously, "why aren't you mad at me?" 

He looks at you with genuine confusion. "Mad? What do you mean?" 

You take a deep breath and decide it's time to come clean. "The whole premium air thing—it was a prank," you admit, pointing discreetly at the camera you had strategically placed in the room to capture his reaction. 

Max's eyes widen in realization, and he breaks into a hearty laugh. "You got me!" he exclaims, playfully pushing you. 

You can't help but smile at his reaction, relieved that he found it amusing. "Seriously, though, why aren't you mad? Everyone else in those prank videos gets upset." 

Max wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer. "I didn't want to make you feel bad," he confesses. "You were just trying to do something nice for me, and I didn't want to ruin that by getting angry over a harmless mistake” You look up at him, touched by his understanding and kindness. "But I wasted money on something that doesn't exist. You could have been really mad." He leans down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Money comes and goes, but you trying to make me happy means the world to me.” 

"I love you," you say, a mixture of gratitude and affection in your voice. 

Max smiles, his eyes filled with warmth. "I love you too, baby. Just remember, next time you decide to prank me, I'll be one step ahead." 

[adventuringblind]

Breathe For Me

LandOscar x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Dialouge: "It's okay, you can rest. We've got you. Just Breathe."

Summary: Marks on your soulmates skin appear on yours. Oscar and Lando hope they find whoever it is before they run out of time.

Warnings: SELF-HARM, Alcohol, scars, blood, panic attacks,

Notes: This is Part of my 1000 follower event. Feel free to click the link and throw me a request!

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It's not every day you meet your soulmate. It's certainly not rare, but it also isn't an everyday event and is supposed to only happen once. If you're Lando Norris, then you get to go through it twice.

Originally he thought only one. I mean, maybe his souldmate is just clumsy. That is not the case however, because Lando has more scars, cuts, bumps, and bruises then anyone else he knows. He would be fine with it if he wasn't on national television all the time.

Max and Charles were lucky and found each other in Karting. Max had a bruise on his face from his dad and showed up to the race with it still getting darker. Charles had one to match. Now they're happily in love and the public doesn't now (is what they tell themselves).

So Lando finds himself stuck in between a soulmate who bruises every occasionally and on who gets scrapes nearly every day. He feels for whoever the first is because Lando is clumsy and is always running into things. Between himself and whoever the latter is, he probably is already exasperated.

Aside from his family, Carlos is the first person to notice. He double checks nothing is happening in Lando's own life that is causing all the marks. He assures happily that he's clumsy and the two soul mates certainly don't help.

Lando has heard of people carving names and addresses into their arms to find their destined partner. He lets it happen naturally. It's supposed destiny and who is he to rush it?

Daniel admits to an extreme worry of Lando. The older driver kept a close eye on him and Lando has to reassure him non-stop that he's clumsy, but it's not that bad.

He soon realizes that it's not the bruises Daniel is worried about, it's the scars. When his sweatshirt sleeves roll up the red lines are visible. It's something he's gotten used to over the past couple of years, but he dosen't think about it when he's not being filmed.

They cover a good amount of space on his body. Biceps, collarbone, thighs, stomach, and shins. It wasn't that bad until 2021 when it got significantly worse. It's stressing him out if he's being honest with himself.

He's is pieces when Daniel tells him he's losing his seat. No other driver lined up yet. Another teammate gone.

Daniel reassures him that Oscar looks like he'll make a good teammate. Lando is skeptical. Oscar is younger and a rookie.

The first time he meets Oscar is at the MTC. They shake hands, two sets of sleeves role up and Lando can't help but stare.

They match. Their wrists are completely identical.

They don't talk about it until a while later after spending the off season getting to know each other. They determined in Febuary they would be really close friends. It obviously escalated and now Charlotte keeps tell him to make it less obvious.

He's nit afraid to say he's weak for Oscar. A calm in his storm of emotions. The one person who can get him to actually rationalize his anxious thoughts.

In 2023, three rookies came to the grid. One of them being a female driver for alphatauri and a good friend of Oscar's. She then consequently became a friend of Lando's.

Which would be so terrible if Lando didn't know for a fact she's hiding something. She's shy and closed off to everybody unless it's him or Oscar. Mostly because he's forced his way under her skin.

"There is something about her, Osc. I can feel it in my bones."

"Are you sure it's not the cup of milk you downed getting to your head?"

"Rude!"

Oddly enough, it's max who approaches them about her later. He'd gotten to know her through media things and race weekends and often asked Lando about her or vice versa.

He pulls Oscar and him aside early one morning in the paddock. Oscar is still half asleep and Lando doesn't know what's happened until Max slides their sleeves up.

The ones they decided to wear to the cameras didn't pick up the fresh scar close to their elbow on their forearms. Completely identical to each other.

"You said you have another soulmate right?"

"Yes?"

"I think I might know who it is."

This is how Lando and Oscar find themselves in front of her hotel room door after the race. A DNF that wasn't her fault had ended her race early. Max had been about to go get her himself, but Lando and Oscar had said they would. If Max is right then they have a higher chance of getting through to the female driver.

Max sent them with the key card he has to her room. The one he forced her to give after he found her last night with a blade in her hand.

They knock out of curtosey first. No answer, as expected, but at least they tried. Maybe She’s asleep? Lando knows that’s probably not the case but he really doesn’t want to and see what is most likely happening. If the sting on his thigh says anything, it’s definitely not sleep.

Oscar keys the door open and hesitantly steps inside. Lando follows right on his heels. The lights are off and he would probably think it was empty if it weren’t for the visible blob of blankets in the corner that’s sobbing violently. to close to hyperventilation for Lando’s liking. He takes immediate action and pulls her out of the blankets.

Immediately, he keeps her body from curling in on itself so her chest is open and can get air easier. Oscar manages to find a lamp switch. She’s a wreck. So incredibly broken that Lando doesn’t know where to start.

“Breathe.” Is all he can come up with. "It's okay, you can rest. We've got you. Just Breathe."

Somehow he coax’s her to sleep. Him and Oscar combined manage to get her to bed, wrestle her shoes off, and bandage what they could see without removing clothing.

Oscar practically forces Lando into the be with her and he takes the floor. He’d said he’d take the floor with him, but Oscar claimed that Lando is the lighter sleeper and would know if she moved at all. Curse his soulmate and his logical thinking.

She manages to sleep until five in the morning. This time she just cries and huddles closer into Lando.

“I’m sorry you have to see me in such a state… I didn’t know you were stopping by.”

Lando maneuvers then int a sitting position. He then takes a pillow and throw it at his lover on the floor. Oscar stirs and groans.

“Must you.”

“Yes, It’s funny.”

Oscar makes his way up onto the bed and looks immediately like he’s going to fall asleep. Lando consequently throws another pillow at him.

“You should know something…” Lando starts. He doesn’t finish because the word are not doing what he needs them to. They jumble on his head and he can’t figure out where to start.

He’s entirely to grateful for Oscars presence. “Max thinks that the three of us are soulmates.”

Lando was thinking it would be like the first. Realization followed by smiles and laughs. This is not that. Instead it’s panic. She defends into the depths of her mind as she studies the match scars, even revealing her own identical one.

The pain, embarrassment and shame are written all over her features. She’s mumbling through some kind of an apology.

“Breathe.” He repeats. He says it over and over again until it’s all her own mind can hear.

Oscar looks gutted and lost. He’d helped Lando through many panic attacks, but this is completely different.

“I didn’t think I would ever find you. The doctors had tried to cut me off because it was a mistake since there were two. They said I wasn’t supposed to have one.”

Are the two boys shocked? A tad. Why would a doctor do that?

Lando doesn’t get time to ask as she pulls out a bottle of medication from the drawer in the nightstand. It’s stuff he’s heard of, but never actually seen. “This has been suppressed to sever the connection, but it hasn’t worked. They said to take it in higher doses at smaller intervals until it stops.”

She pops open the lid and pours a couple into her hands. Thank goodness for quick reflexes because Lando goes to get the ones in her hands, and Oscar goes for the bottle. She's too focused on Lando to notice the Aussie who manages to swipe it from her.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Didn't feel relevant."

"But this is incredibly dangerous! I've heard most people who do it end up -" Oh. It dawns on him why she's doing this to herself. The connection between them was already rough for her. She had been trying to 'fix' it like her doctors said. Had been told her entire life that the people who are fated to lover her unconditionally won't because she is nothing to them.

"How long have you been taking the meds?" Oscar's voice is so careful. The Brit would love to swoon, but it feels impolite at the moment.

"Years. They've tried everything. Put me on different kinds and change the dosage."

"Thirteen?" Lando whisper asks. His voice was barely audible. The small nod from the female confirms it. That's when the first scars arrived.

Lando places his hands on either side of her teary face. "You are not a mistake. You have never been a mistake. We've been aching for you. Scared maybe one day there wouldn't be any more marks and the implications of it. I've wanted nothing more than to tell you for years that you are loved and wanted."

He didn't even notice his own tears. Everything is just so overwhelming at the moment. They came so unexpectedly that it almost startled him. Screw Oscar and his ability to be amazing emotional support. The hand on Lando's knee is the only thing keeping him grounded.

They don't let her go until Max comes to get her. She's flying to do some filming with him. Neither of the males want to let her go, so they don’t. They end up flying with her since McLaren hasn’t filled their schedules.

But then they don’t leave. They spend every moment possible reminding her she is loved. That they want her. That nothing between them is a mistake.

Soon the scars start to fade.

But have no fear, Lando is clumsy enough to make up for it.

[lost-in-fandoms]

Thought i would be done but...yeah didn't happen. Part one here.

Living with Max is easy.

He doesn't whine when Daniel is taking care of his leg, he doesn't mind sleeping on some blankets on the floor, next to the fireplace, he offers to help around, and best of all he doesn't ask questions.

Well, not exactly. He asks so many questions. Once he gets over his initial bout of shyness and quiet, he asks questions about Daniel's vegetables, about his horse, about the woods, about the traps, about the animals. He offers his own opinions too, telling Daniel he's growing peas in too much shade and that he's cooking his meat for too long. And, much to Daniel's annoyance, he is often right too.

But he doesn't ask questions about Daniel. He doesn't know if it is because Max doesn't care or because he doesn't want to be asked questions back, but he appreciates being spared the trouble of telling him to mind his own business.

They also work surprisingly well together. Max is older than he initially seemed, dirt, hunger and exhaustion making him look younger, and he seems to know a little bit of everything. Even if he doesn't ask, Daniel is a little curious about what path in life brought him to have such a wide mix of knowledge. He seems to know how to move around the woods without scaring the prey, how to skin and cook animals, how to take care of the vegetables (better than Daniel), how to keep himself and the house clean.

It's nice to have a second pair of hands around, even if the pair of hands should sit down more often to let their leg heal. Not that Max ever listened to that.

And he's funny. Daniel hadn't realised how much he missed just sitting around the table after dinner, talking and laughing with someone else. How good it was to wake up and find the fire already stoked and the water pitch already filled. To have someone to say good morning to who would say it back.

Daniel hadn't been thinking of himself as lonely before, he was content with his choice of life, but he can admit that he likes this. He is glad Max decided to stay and he's glad Max seems to be having a good time too, at least from what Daniel could tell.

This is why, when about three weeks after Max's arrival he wakes up in the middle of the night to the sounds of him moving around the house, his first thought isn't Max is leaving, but something is wrong.

"Are you okay?" he asks, voice scratchy with sleep and way too loud in the quiet of the night.

He watches Max flinch, dropping something, before turning around to face Daniel.

"Go back to sleep," he whispers, too shaky to be a good order. There's something different in his voice, and it only takes Daniel's tired brain a few moments to realise that he had heard those notes before, in the woods about three weeks ago. Fear.

Daniel sits up, eyes finally adjusting to the silver darkness of the room, moonlight streaming through the open windows.

"What's wrong?" he asks again, voice lower, matching Max's whisper.

He listens to the sounds coming from outside, thinking that maybe the men Max was running from have come back, but he can't hear anything unusual in the late summer night.

Max is grabbing what he dropped on the floor, stuffing it into a bag that he must have taken from Daniel's things, but the moment, Daniel doesn't even care about the fact that he's very obviously stealing from him.

"Max, what is happening?" He's getting frustrated now, hates not knowing what is going on, worry and irritation growing together.

He stands up, taking a couple of steps towards Max, wanting to see him better, but he stops when Max flinches back.

"I need to leave," he finally says, voice raspy. It's not an explanation, and Daniel suddenly regrets never asking any questions.

"Why? Where?"

He doesn't want Max to leave. The knowledge of that settles like armor on his chest, safe but heavy. Living with Max isn't just easy, it's good. He doesn't want to go back to an empty house, not after the past weeks have been so nice.

"I...I need..." Max shudders, as if in pain, and Daniel's legs ache with the need of walking closer.

"Did something happen?" Did I do something wrong?

Max shakes his head, jerky and sharp. When he exhales, Daniel can hear him bite back a whine.

He doesn't want to scare Max, but he is confused, and he is worried, and he is not going to let him go without an explanation.

He steps between Max and the door.

"You owe me an explanation," he says, hating the way it makes Max stiffen, unwilling to take it back anyway.

"I don't owe you..." Max snaps, before interrupting himself with half a growl. "You haven't told me anything either!"

"That's different. I'm not running away in the middle of the night."

Max takes a step forward, back tense, and Daniel instinctively braces himself, eyes flying towards the table, where his knife always is, but Max doesn't attack him.

He shivers again, hands clenching around the bag and then letting it fall on the ground with a thump, shoulders slumping as all the fight seems to leave him.

"Please, Daniel, I need to leave. It's...it's not safe."

Max looks up, finally meeting Daniel's eyes, and he's suddenly reminded of what the man had said, so many days ago.

He's dangerous. Cursed.

Max's eyes look weird, blue brighter than ever, almost glowing in the moonlight. His face is twisted in pain and there's the glimmer of sweat gathering at his hairline. None of that would worry Daniel, but there's something...different in him. Something other.

Cursed.

The room seems too bright now. The moon is almost full tonight.

Cursed.

Max had said he hadn't killed anyone, but if this is what Daniel is thinking of...

Max closes his eyes, whole body shivering again, his edges almost blurring with it. Or maybe it's not just a trick of the light. Daniel doesn't know what to think anymore.

He doesn't want Max to go. He doesn't want this to happen.

He steps away from the door.

For a moment, they both stand still, looking at each other.

For a moment, Daniel hopes he'll wake up and it will be morning, and Max will be coming in with the last tomatoes from the garden.

Then Max whines, something low and pained, something animal, and bolts.

Daniel doesn't stop him.

He watches as his shadow changes even before he's fully reached the trees.

Then he sits on the doorstep and waits for the sunrise.

[russellsppttemplates]

Max teasing graphic designer!reader and Lando because it took them so long to admit they liked eachother

"And the worst thing is that he was so obvious about it and you didn't see any of it!", Max yelled as the four of you sat in the gaming room, you and Pietra spending most of the stream talking to eachother and keeping away from the camera, but your social understanding abilities were being questioned and you had to defend yourself.

"It wasn't that bad, Max", you tried to reason as Lando adjusted your body on his lap, kissing your shoulder before looking at his bestfriend.

"Lando couldn't care less about the accounting as much as he's concerned that Quadrant doesn't go bankrupt, it's as simple as that", Max stated as your boyfriend nodded before he hid his face on your neck, knowing the story he was bringing up, "Lando was not planning to attend the finance and budget meeting, but when you asked if you could be there because you were curious about how it all worked, that guy was the first to go to the meeting room and make sure everyone else sat together and you could sit right in front of him and in the meeting, he started talking about percentages and tax names he had never even heard of before - why's that? Because he wanted to impress you, Y/N!", Max concluded.

"No - c'mon, you're exaggerating", you looked at Max before noticing your boyfriend's blushed cheeks, "really, Lan?", you wondered.

"From the beggining, I knew you wouldn't be swooned by flashy dates or fancy gifts, so I had to really show you I was serious about you and, I don't know, like I was someone worth your interest? You can't imagine rollercoaster of emotions I felt in that meeting, I was so confident at the start and by the time you suggested something about a system I don't remember, I was ready to curl up and cry because I thought I didn't have a shot with you", Lando pouted.

"It's true, Y/N - he went home with Max that day while I was there and he was having a full on meltdown", Pietra complimented the story, "what was it you said? Oh I remember - he was slumped over the sofa like this", he mimicked, "and he was going on about how you'd never look at him the way he looked at you and that he was miserable - he actually said he was miserable", she chuckled.

You gasped at the information before turning around to face your boyfriend, looking for his eyes as he whispered "It's true" before you cupped his handsome face in your hands, "Oh, baby, little did you know I was falling for you by then", you cooed, "I didn't think you'd feel like that for me, though - you could have anyone you wanted and I didn't think Quadrant's most recent hire for the graphic design team would be on your radar", you shrugged your shoulders, kissing his pout, "I wouldn't say I was miserable", you giggled, "but I was quite sad and just tried my best to not show it", it was your turn to blush.

Max cackled loudly as his girlfriend followed along, "Y/N! You had to sew the button on his shirt and I have never ever been in a room with so much tension - you were eating him with your eyes! And your hands were so shaky I was worried you'd poke him! And that time where Lando helped a mother with her child - do you remember? The little one was so fussy and Lando asked if she wanted him to rock the buggy because she needed to take something from her bag! You, Y/N, you looked at him like he was the love of your life, that moment you were not hiding it!", he reasoned.

"Seems we were not as subtle as we thought we were", Lando chuckled, kissing your cheek and pulling you closet to him, "chat also seems to agree that we were pining for eachother for a while, someone says the friendship bracelets video - guys, that was an easy one, why do you think I wanted to do that video so much?", your boyfriend joked as you flicked his ear.

"You said you liked them", you mumbled on his ear, "not as much as I liked getting a proper sniff of your perfume, pretty girl".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[ihni]

Bro, my first thought was that this would be HORRIBLE for Billy and Steve because the second Billy shoulder-checked Steve during basketball they would've hit the ground in front of EVERYONE. But then like. I thought more about it and it got worse.

Because Billy would kinda know that his soulmate is gonna be a guy, right. And he'd be doing everything he could to prevent anyone from ever finding out, so

He's been getting into massive arguments with Neil his whole life, every time his dad tries to get him into sports. When he's a kid his dad accuses him of being a pussy for shying away from really engaging with the team, never wanting to make contact with anyone, thinking that Billy's afraid of getting hurt while playing. Billy tries to push back as much as he can, he hates not being able to do anything to prove his dad wrong because he can't tell him the TRUTH, and he gets too angry to come up with a convincing lie.

He gets so paranoid about physical contact that he develops a reputation for beating the shit out of guys who so much as bump into him in the hallway at school. It happens a couple times. Some kid in his class will brush past him, not realizing who he is, and it scares him so much he lashes out.

Once he gets a little older he starts dating (girls) as much as possible. It's for his safety, he tells himself, and ignores the part where he just misses being touched so much he'll settle for whatever he can get. Which is not as much as he'd like, considering most of the girls his age are fucking terrified of him. (Moving to Indiana doesn't help much, he might have the advantage of being a relative unknown, but there's fewer girls who are willing to cozy up with a guy who isn't their soulmate.)

In short. Touch-starved Billy

And that fight at the Byers would go soooo differently....As in it probably would not happen at all, because up until this point they have not touched at all, and have barely interacted because they don't have basketball together and Billy's just been obsessed with Steve from a distance.

Then like. He shows up and Steve is being weird and Billy wants to touch him for all kinds of reasons, but he's also firmly against touching him for just as many. He's wound up and stressed and he can't lash out like he wants to, so he just ignores Steve and walks right into the Byers' house to take it out on the kids. He doesn't have the same hangups about pushing Max around, or Lucas. He knows neither of them could be his soulmate, so they're fair game.

But he's barely said two words to Max before Steve (who in this scenario has NOT been shoved to the ground and kicked, so was right behind Billy as he walked into the house) grabs his shoulder to get his attention, and they both hit the floor.

Which would be so interesting because it's technically the same result as the fight, both of them passed out (thought Max doesn't get to stand up to Billy), so the plot could continue as normal from there, except. Like. The kids are freaking out for entirely different reasons, Max is swearing them all to secrecy and worrying about what Billy's gonna do when he wakes up, and half of them are yelling about how much this does not matter right now because there's monsters to set on fire. Dustin's having a mild crisis about getting advice about girls a couple hours ago from a guy who might be gay now?? There's a debate about whether they should bring Steve with them after Max steals Billy's keys. Mike is uncomfortable with the idea and won't admit why. Dustin gets pissed at him. Lucas tries to breeze past the whole weird soulmate thing and focus on the fact that they'll need all the help they can get if they're gonna do this.

They do still bring him along, and leave Billy behind.

I feel like it would be so interesting for Steve to be trying to concentrate on fighting monsters and protecting the kids but there's this weird new soulmate bond thing distracting him, and he's so incredibly confused by it because it's with BILLY.

Meanwhile Billy wakes up alone in the Byers' house, and has a panic attack when he realizes what happened. His first instinct is to just get in his car and leave town because now this group of shithead kids know his secret and Neil was ALREADY pissed at him for losing Max, this is just gonna make things so much worse and he doesn't know how to deal with any of it. Except his car is GONE, and he has no idea where anyone is or why they took the Camaro. All he does know is that he can't go home right now, and he has nowhere else to go, but he just wants to run SOMEWHERE.

He'd end up avoiding Steve for as long as he can, and quite possibly just would not return home either. I feel like it would be incredibly awkward when Steve drives the kids back to the Byers' and Billy's sitting on the porch, chain-smoking and all hunched over like he's trying not to puke. No one knows what to say for a long moment, and then Billy just shoves past everyone, flees to his car, and drives off alone. I can see him trying to live out of his car for a good couple weeks, completely shutting everyone out, until Steve tracks him down and they actually talk.

(also side note, once they work their shit out and are actually settled into a relationship, Billy would be just. The clingiest. He spent so long avoiding touching people and now that he's allowing himself to he cannot get enough. He WILL be wrapped around Steve at all times.)

First of all, I love you. Just want to get that out of the way. Thank you for blessing my inbox thusly.

Second of all, this hits like half of all my buttons. Touch-starved, posing, secretly gay Billy who's hiding his fear behind a mask of anger? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP.

You got the kids' reactions exactly right, I could picture them so clearly in my mind. And Steve too, fighting monsters while trying to understand this new soul bond (which, how would that show? How would it feel and affect them?), and Billy freaking out and just ... "step one: need car. step two: who the fuck knows" and living out of his car because he's too afraid to go home. What would Neil do? Would he find out about it or would he just be angry that Billy ... left, and didn't come back? How does the soul bond affect Billy and Steve when it is new and they are avoiding each other, is that why Billy doesn't leave Hawkins? I suppose Billy would eventually have to go home since he's underage, how would that go? AAA SO MANY QUESTIONS, MY BRAIN IS ALIGHT WITH DELIGHT

In short; I'd like to order 80K of this please. Future clinginess on the side (to be enjoyed as a dessert <3)

Also thank you for this.

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

Imagine Landoscar having a fight about their weird situationship and lestappen take the opportunity to have Oscar for themselves since they've always been interested, making sure Lando knows, and when they do it, Oscar moans Lando's name the entire time, which they're all into ofcourse so max records it and sends it to Lando.....so that idiot can man up and take his man....

c:

ANON

OH ANON, I hope you're proud of yourself you have once again made the brain go brrrrr. This wouldn't happen in like canonical GITHHHW verse, HOWEVER it's fun to think about it as a spin-off.

PLEASE APPRECIATE this drabble under the cut. USFW warning for phone sex (kinda?)

Lando's fucking miserable, sprawled out on the couch, he doesn't think he's understood a single word of the fucking anime show that he queued up on Netflix. Can't stop thinking about Oscar, the jump of his jaw, his clenched fists, "Lando, can you just fucking listen to me for one second?" desperation bleeding into his tone. "Can we talk about this?"

Lando wasn't ready. Doesn't know if he is ready to commit to a relationship with the teammate he's worried is going to edge him out of the team. He already knows his feelings for Oscar are larger than life, but there's an inherent level of vulnerability that comes with admitting them. Doesn't want to feel like a sad, drowned cat in the rain when Oscar admits he doesn't feel anything near the same.

Though, he supposes, that's likely impossible, when Oscar just fucking walked out because Lando was refusing to define things.

He's not used to seeing Oscar angry, it's another piece of the puzzle slotting into place of the things he knows about Oscar. That even his anger is a subtle thing. Tense jaw, a squeeze of his hand on the back of his neck tight enough to mark red crescents into the skin, long sighs, narrowed eyes. Thinks maybe the only other time he's seen Oscar prettier is when he's laid out underneath him begging to come, or when he's standing on the podium with that first place trophy in his hands, eyes glowing.

He buries his face in the throw pillow with a pathetic sound, half-sob, half-whine, wants to pull out his phone and apologize, but there's pride in the way. The insurmountable barrier. He wants Oscar to come running back to him, not the other way around. Wants Oscar to realize what he's missing.

His phone vibrates insistently on the coffee table, and he ignores it until it stills. He glances at it with teary eyes, with a sniff, hopes that it rings again. It does. It's not Oscar though, it's a facetime request from Max.

He wants to ignore it. He's not in the mood to fucking talk to Max right now, to listen to him talk about iRacing, or whatever fucking race shit he wants to bring up. He's not in the mood for a debrief. Isn't even in the mood to be social, unless it's downing shots at Jimmy'z.

He lets the phone fall silent a second time, thinks it's the last of it, shifts on the couch and reaches out to check the notifications, despite the fact that he knows it's just going to be the two ignored FaceTime requests from Max.

A text from Max pings through as he opens his phone.

Answer your fucking phone, mate

Then the FaceTime starts again. He tilts his head back, swipes away the vestiges of the tears that he felt gathering earlier, and composes himself. Takes a deep breath and lets it out. Swipes to answer, and is met with Max's face, smile canine and sharp.

"Are you missing something?" there's something assured in his tone of voice, almost superior, and Lando's confused for a moment, head tilted as he focuses on Max. He almost misses the background noise, almost misses the brief shift in the camera, of Charles' face, head tossed back. Almost misses the soft murmured whine of his name.

"Lando," It's Oscar's voice, Lando's name punched out of him breathlessly.

"What the fuck, Max," Lando's tone is sharp, hand clenching into a fist where it's settled in his lap.

"He came to us, asking so prettily for it. He's lovely, Lando, really," Max's voice smooths into something a little softer, adoring, glances back at the scene behind him. His eyes soften immediately, as Charles leans over to press a kiss to his lips. Stays like that for a moment, before he returns to the task at hand. "Very good at listening to instructions,"

"He is not saying anything other than your name," Charles voice is soft from the background, "Isn't that right, mon petit?" Charles is presumably asking Oscar, where Lando can't see him. Hears the whined "Yes," in response to the question, and curses his traitorous cock when it twitches in his sweats.

"Even when I'm fucking him, it's your name he is crying," It's punctuated by the sound of skin against skin, and Lando can't help the whine that escapes him.

"Do you want to see?" Max asks, and Lando nods, on autopilot. Max switches the camera view, and it's enough to make Lando breathless. Oscar's lying on his back, chest flushed, eyes teary, legs wrapped around the narrow dip of Charles' waist, mouth open. Thoroughly fucked out and then some. His cock is hard, flushed and red, leaking pre-come all over his abdomen.

If Lando squints, he's pretty sure he can already see come streaked across his chest.

His fingers are fisted helplessly in the sheets, head tilted back as Charles fucks into him, as he whines. "Lando, please," Lando's name a sob on his lips.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Oscar," Lando's voice is almost reverent, "With them and even then you can't stop thinking about me?"

Oscar's eyes fly open at the sound of his voice, he meets Lando's gaze from the impersonal barrier of the cell phone, and with a particularly well timed thrust from Charles, he's coming all over again. Back arched, come streaking over his chest, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. "Lando, Lan, oh my god," Lando's name a chant on his lips.

"I'll be over for him in a few,'' is Lando's snarled response through the phone, and he hears Max's sharp laugh before he hangs up.

Is glad he's got the browser tabs open on his phone for a few select toys, because no one else gets to have Oscar after this.

[mayhemories]

reader x Neteyam not established (or Lo’ak) where reader jokes about finding Jake hot and Neteyam changes his hair to look more like his father 🤪 they goofy enough to take it too literally for REAL

Like Father, Like Son

Ok so, I know this was probs supposed to be goofy, funny, ha-ha (would've been goofy, funny ha-ha if it was Lo'ak vers.) but I can't write Neteyam without it being sweet bc he's just a sweet boy!! Hope this is still okay for you Nonnie <3 Also! I wrote this in the airport waiting for my flight jet lagged af with 2 hours of sleep

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: none, just fluff. Kinda cringe and spicy if you squint

Words: 2.2k

Author’s Notes: 

Neteyam is 21, reader is 21. Lo’ak and Kiri are roughly 20ish. I’m gonna estimate Tuk is 7 or 8?

Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!

Read Below the Cut:

“Hi kids!” Dr Max greeted you all, reaching for a fist pump with Lo’ak and Neteyam. Kiri made her ‘hello’s’ rather quick, as she rushed to Dr Augastine’s canister. Kiri found the time with her mother sacred, which you could understand. You often wished you had something physical of your own mother left, rather than just the Tree of Voices, but you knew Eywa had blessed the Na’vi in giving them that. And, you were happy for your best friend that she could watch her mother’s video logs. Although, sometimes you worried that Kiri would talk back to them, that she pretended to have a conversation with Grace with the same recordings. 

“Lo’ak, Neteyam, check it out, kids!” Norm said as he walked over to the three of you, a screen in his hand. “I’ve dug up some of Jake’s old footage and memories we extracted during the avatar program.”  Lo’ak snatched the screen from Norm’s tiny human hands. Flicking through the photos and videos of Toruk Macto, Olo’eyktan Jake Sully. Some of him in his old Sky Person skin, others in his avatar. Which you supposed is his body now. But he looked so very different, so young and carefree and if you were honest with yourself, pretty. Especially with his hair loose, small braids framing his face, and baby hairs resting around his forehead. 

“Oh, Dad was so sweet looking!” Kiri joked from behind the three of you, the new photos piqued her interest. Norm and Max shared a laugh. 

“Yep! Quite a looker! Had many a lady chasing after him.” Max joked with the kids, small chuckles rippled out of all of Jake’s kids. 

Lo’ak flipped the screen around, facing you, with a smirk he asked: “What do you think (y/n)? Think my dad is super hot?” You knew Lo’ak was only teasing you, only joking. But you could not help the violent, deep blush from rising to your face. Lo’ak laughed right in your face upon noticing it, making the whole thing so much worse for you. “Oh my god! You do!” He exclaimed.

You shook your head trying to divert attention, but the lack of your voice confirmed everyone’s suspicions. Kiri began poking you in the shoulder, “(y/n)! You can’t think of my dad like that!” 

“No, I don’t” You began the fruitless battle of denial. 

“Admit it! Admit it you find this photo of my dad hot!” Lo’ak nearly screamed, thrusting the screen closer to your face. All it did was make you blush more. 

It wasn’t that you found the photos of young Jake hot, per se. Obviously, he was, and still is an attractive male. There was no doubt about that. What had made you so obviously hot and bothered was the resemblance you saw in Neteyam. You always thought of Neteyam taking Neytiri’s features, and Lo’ak being more like Jake. But in this light, with this photo, Neteyam was as ripped, as sweet, and as attractive as this young photo of his father. More so. 

Thoughts of Neteyam made you hot and bothered on the regular, and this connection you had made in your head made it so much worse. 

“Well go on, (y/n), do you think my father was an attractive young man?” Neteyam asked, a slight smile but his teasing was not as cruel as his siblings. With a sigh of defeat and your head hung down, you would do anything Neteyam would tell you to. 

“Obviously I do.” You mumbled, covering your face in your slender hands in embarrassment, wishing you had not accompanied the Sully’s just this once.

The door to the lab flung open, little Tuk ran in, her braids bouncing as she did so, with a big smile the young girl cleaved the tension in the room in half. 

“Kiri! Kiri, Kiri, Kiri and (y/n)! Grandmother is looking for you two!” Tuk grabbed your’s and Kiri’s wrists, pulling you forward, “C’mon, hurry up! She said you guys are late for lessons.” You let Tuk drag you away from the conversation you wanted to wilt from, silently praising Eywa for her interruption. Kiri complained as usual. 

“Ugh, Tuk! Leave us alone!” 

Tuktirey did not leave either of you alone, instead marching you both to the T’sahik, like her little life depended on it. 

“Hey Norm,” Neteyam started as the two boys got up to leave the lab. “Can I take that tablet, with the photos of dad?” 

“Of course kiddo!” Norm said, handing the tablet to Neteyam, smiling as he did so. Norm often felt so lucky to have Jake, like a brother. And in turn, be an uncle to his beautiful kids. 

“C’mon bro, you’re so slow!” Lo’ak nagged on the walk back to the Sully residence. Neteyam walked slowly, which was unlike him. As he flicked through the young photos of his father. He would’ve been not all that much older than Neteyam in these photos. Neteyam felt himself get all hot and cold on the inside, like the acid in his stomach began to burn him. Neteyam was always jealous of Lo’ak for inheriting more of their father’s features. Neteyam knew he looked more like his mother. He also knew that Neytiri was extremely beautiful, as well as strong. And, he certainly did not think he was ugly. But he couldn’t help but wish he looked more like Jake. 

Especially now, knowing that you found these photos of his father…hot. Neteyam wanted to pluck his own eyes out and force them into his ears. He was already insecure when it came to you. He wanted nothing more than to be your lover, your mate, and the father of your children. He just never had the courage to really broach the topic with you. 

“Neteyam, what is wrong my beautiful baby boy?” Neytiri asked, running a hand over his head to cup his cheek. Since returning home from the lab this afternoon, Neteyam’s air was wrong, he was hurting.

“Mother, can you do my hair?” Neteyam asked, looking up at her through his eyelashes. He always did that, Neytiri mused. Since he was a baby, he would only ever ask for things looking up through his lashes. And how could she ever say no? 

“My Neteyam, your hair is already braided, it is already done.” Neytiri decided to push the topic further, there was no way Neteyam was this distressed over such a trivial thing. He has never cared what his hair looked like before. 

“No, not like this mother.” Neteyam reached out for a tablet laying beside him on the floor, firing it up he swiped until he found the young photo of Jake. “Like this.” 

Neytiri smiled, softly. She remembered taking that photo all those years ago. Jake had just taught her how to use the camera. She hated it, she hated most things the Sky People bought here. But she liked the camera, it allowed her to capture all of her loved ones forever. 

“Okay.” 

Neytiri set to work unbraiding her eldest son’s hair. 

“Anyway, so I definitely saw him talk to her, but I don’t think it was like that. He’s just not game enough.” Kiri was ranting about Neteyam, as the two of you worked grinding herbs into paste, and packing that paste into leaves to save them from spoiling. More specifically, Kiri ranted about how you and Neteyam haven’t gotten together yet, which you constantly had to remind her, will never happen. 

“Kiri, he is allowed to talk to whoever he pleases, whenever he pleases, however he pleases.” You said with a huff. 

“I’m just saying that if the two of you stopped pussyfooting around-” 

“Enough,” Mo’at said, entering the tent. Your stomach dropped as the T’sahik walked past, watching over the work you and Kiri had done. Kiri did not have the same fear of Mo’at as you did, you supposed that was granddaughter privilege. “And, I agree with my granddaughter, (y/n). You would make the perfect T’sahik to Neteyam’s Olo’eyktan.” Mo’at’s words made you blush. But also sweat. Sweat to the point you wanted to vomit to feel some kind of relief. 

This family, you swear to Eywa, will be the death of you.

“Grandmother, I have a question regarding the ceremony-” Neteyam walked in, bow across his shoulders, full warrior dress had been donned. You think Neteyam smiled at you, though you’re not sure, you think he said hello to Kiri and Tuk and the other healers in the tent but you did not hear him. 

You could not. 

Not when he looked like that. 

Neteyam’s hair had been redone, mirroring the photo of Jake you saw a few hours prior. Albeit a little longer than Jake’s had been, but the same style nonetheless. He looked beautiful, he looked just like Jake, but with the finesse of Neytiri’s finer features. 

You were speechless. 

That was not your Neteyam. What had he done with all of his gorgeous braids? One of your favourite things about Neteyam was how his braids swayed when he was angry, or how the beads clinked together when he was laughing. And, that they were Neteyam’s. 

“Your hair…” You stuttered, embarrassed that anything had come out of your mouth at all. Especially in front of Mo’at. 

Neteyam bit his lip nervously, one of his hands finding the back of his neck in anticipation. 

“Do you like it?” Neteyam knew the blood was pooling in his cheeks, causing a lilac tint to run across his nose and ears. 

“Oh, yes. Yes! I do like it, of course!” You said, falling all over your words. His evident blush making your blush more prominent. With all the people in the room, Neteyam had to fucking ask you with all these people in the room! What was he, insane? “But..but do you like it, Neteyam?” Now that you started, you could not stop, all the people in the room faded out of your mind. It was only you and Neteyam. 

“I, uh think it is different and makes me look more like my father,” Neteyam replied, sheepishly. He did not like the hairstyle all that much, but Neteyam knew his fatal flaw was wanting to be as close to Jake as he could. You hummed in agreement, it did make him look like his father.

“I like it better when you look like you, Neteyam.” Your pale eyes caught his bold ones, and you hoped and prayed that he could understand everything you did not say. You broke the eye contact, feeling as if he would undress you with his stare. But with confidence, you pushed through and said: 

“You are much more handsome than your father, Neteyam.” 

The smile that threatened to split Neteyam’s face in half was worth the anxious butterflies that had erupted in your stomach. You came crashing back down from your adrenaline high, and you noticed Mo’at had cleared the room out. It was just the two of you. 

“Thank you, my (y/n). That means a lot considering your flustered state earlier.” He teased you, and you let him. Poking your tongue out as Tuk taught you, as Neteyam made his way over to where you were sitting. He sat closer than what was friendly, but left a whisper of a space between you. Thighs almost touching. Your tail betrayed you, swaying back and forth anxiously.

“Can I tell you a secret, Neteyam?” You whispered as you tried to busy your hands with the mortar and pestle. 

“I would want nothing more.” Neteyam whispered back, trying to catch your eye. 

“I was so embarrassed earlier because I realised how much Jake looks like you. Or, I guess, how much you look like Jake.” You had the tendency to edit your stream of consciousness thoughts when you were nervous. Neteyam chuckled lightly, if it was not for his proximity you would have missed it. And, you decided in that moment, you never wanted to miss it. “I was embarrassed to finally be caught having those thoughts about you, Neteyam.” 

Neteyam felt as if he had been stuck by lightning, all of his blood fried by it, and confidence laid in his veins, instead. “Ugh, fuck it.” Neteyam cursed. He turned quickly, picking you up with ease and setting you down on his lap, your thighs straddling him. Naturally your hands found the hair at the nape of his neck, your thumbs moving to rub circles, massaging his tense jaw. Neteyam rested his forehead on yours, eye to eye, nose to nose. You giggled and the sound inflated Neteyam like no other. 

“Be my T’sahik. My grandmother is right.” Neteyam spoke softly, but it was deep, serious. No joke or trick to even be considered in the spaces between his words.

“I would want nothing more, my Olo’eyktan.” You sealed your promise with a searing kiss, you felt Neteyam’s whole body tense underneath you, as he tried to deepen it. You pulled away, desperate for air. 

“Will you fix my hair?” He asked softly. Despite what the two of you had just done, the position you were in, he felt bashful. No one except his mother has ever touched his hair. 

“Of course, my Neteyam.”

[honeybadger16]

Enemies to lovers! Max Verstappen

Paring: Max Verstappen x reader

Warnings: smut, vulgar language, FILTH (you have been warned) (18+)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I love an enemies to lovers trope, I hope you enjoy!

Growing up, your father worked as an engineer for Redbull and would invite you to race weekends.

The paddock was a familiar place growing up and you enjoyed the adrenaline racing brought on.

But there was one problem

You could not stand Max Verstappen

He was a hot head, rude, and vulgar at most times, so avoiding him was your specialty

However, you also wore shorter skirts and dresses hoping to catch the looks of a certain Dutch driver

You would never admit to yourself though

He, on the other hand, thought you were a spoilt girl who's main job in life was to make his life more difficult

Everytime he'd see you in the paddock he couldn't help but imagine how your mouth would feel on his or how your hands would feel on his chest and-

This irritated him

He was supposed to be focused solely on being the best driver possible in order to win the championship

But all his mind went to was how pretty you would look with his cock in your mouth

Or how he should just fuck you in the bathroom, against the sink, as a goodluck charm before the race of course

Post race, he would imagine your soft hands were wrapped around his painfully hard cock praising him for a job well done

After another victorious weekend for Redbull, the entire team went out for drinks and dancing

Deciding to have few (or more,,) drinks, the dancing got closer to one another

You could feel a pair of two strong hands in the back of you position themselves on your waist and their body press up against yours

With your new found courage you look behind and see Max staring intensely back at you, with eyes like a lion hunting its prey

Even if you had found Max to be a pain in the ass it was impossible not to stare at his soft lips

He must have been thinking the same thing as your lips connected together, only coming up for air a moment later

"Come with me now"

You didn't have time to respond as Max started pulling your hand towards the exit.

He opened his sports car and pulled you inside with him

Grabbing your face, Max kisses you with all the passion that had been bottled up for years

Moving past your lips he goes to your neck and bites and sucks, leaving marks you had to cover up the next day

He wouldn't want you to cover them

He didn't want anyone else ever producing the sounds- moans that are spilling out of your mouth right now

He removes himself off of you and starts the car

"We have to stop"

"Why?"

"Because I want to look at your pretty eyes when I fuck you against the bed."

After Max had given you the best makeout of your life, wetness had pooled in your panties

Deciding to mess with him, you start touching your aching pussy through the wet cloth

Only soft moans escaped your mouth, but that was enough for Max to turn his head around and notice what you're up to

"Naughty girl can't wait until we get home to touch herself, pathetic."

He replaces your hand with his own, and goes underneath the panties

"Fucking christ, your pussy is dripping wet, is it all for me?"

Both of you knew the answer, Max was just gloating

Rubbing up and down your lips, intentionally edging the outside of your clit, you start to get desperate

"Please! Max touch my clit I need it right now!"

Max being himself laughs and removes his hands from where you needed him most

He takes the fingers soaked with your wetness and shoves them in your mouth

"How do you taste my good little slut?"

You couldn't have responded with his fingers still shoved in your mouth, but no worries, he would taste you from your mouth later

The rest of the ride was a blur and ended with the two of you locking the door as Max starts pulling your dress off

His tongue invites yours in, and gives him a chance to taste you.

"Fuck I can't wait to lick all of you up"

He practically threw you onto his bed and removed your wet panties

"I'm keeping those"

He brings his face closer to your pussy, licking from the bottom all the way to the top, slightly sucking your clit

You start to grind your hips hoping for some friction, but Max grounds them in place firmly stopping any movement

"I need you to tell me what you want me to do my pretty slut"

"Please Max I need you to touch me there"

" I know you can do better than that, if you don't, I stop."

Max being a dick. What a surprise.

But you were desperate and horny, so you had to put your ego aside

"I need your mouth on my clit and your fingers inside me please!"

Max thought he was going to explode in his pants right there and then

Not wasting any time, Max began to lap up all the juices on your pussy and sucked on your clit

You felt your orgasm getting closer once he pushed two fingers into you and started curling them

You neared the very edge once you felt his mouth groaning against your clit

Looking down, he took his hard cock out and was stroking himself fast with the other free hand

With that image in mind you came all over his face and fingers

"Mm just like that you pretty slut, now you're gonna cum again on my cock."

Max lifts himself up and reaches for a condom when you stop him

"I'm on birth control and clean"

He doesn't waste time and begins rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips

Slowly pushing in, Max lets out a grunt while your breathe turns into an airy moan

He waits until you adjust to the size of him and slowly begins pumping in and out of you

To get even deeper, he hoists your legs over his shoulders and leans foward

This position makes you moan out Max's name as you feel him push against your walls

"Fuck baby keep saying my name, I want everyone to feel what a filthy slut you are for daddy"

He began to pick up the pace as he slammed into you, rubbing your clit at the same time

Not long after, you began to squeeze around his cock nearing the edge of your second orgasm

"Don't cum until I say so, okay pretty girl?"

You nod towards him as your mouth could not verbalize any words at the moment

Max went harder than before and turned your head to look straight up at him

"I want you to look at me while we cum together."

Your orgasms seemed to hit at the same time as both of you moaned and grunted through the ripples of pleasure coursing through your bodies maintaining eye contact with each other

Your mouths clashed together as an attempt to make less noise, but was unsuccessful

You could feel as Max cums hard inside of you filling you up with cum, nearly dripping out of you

Once a minute went by and both of your orgasms passed, Max pulls out of you

He dips two fingers inside of you collecting his cum and presses it against the opening of your mouth

You open your lips, allowing his fingers to enter and lick the cum off of him

"I'm going to cum again just by looking at you."

Once Max had his fun, he stood up and got a wet cloth and water for you

After such intense orgasms, both you and Max felt the air shift from steamy and sexy to apprehensive

As if, the both of you wanted to speak out, but wouldn't out of fear of being rejected by the other

Max starts first and asks you,

"How about I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?"

"Yeah that sounds nice."

Max looks relieved and gets up again, this time handing you one of his oversized Redbull sweatshirts

After putting it on, putting your head on Max's chest as he wraps an arm around seemed too natural, too easy

It scared you. For years you hated him and now you were nearly falling asleep on him

Admitting any feelings you had towards Max would be a tomorrow problem you said to yourself as you fell asleep to Max's soft snores

Maybe I'll write a second part?

[glisten-inthedark]

“But then we have him trying to convince Eleven of a straight up lie and I start to think that maybe it was subconscious lmao.”

(Same anon) This is why I’m conflicted too!! The way he’s trying to gaslight (sorry Mike) El and also himself makes it seem like it’s subconscious or at the very least extreme denial because he’s afraid to hurt El or afraid of having to admit that maybe the reason he doesn’t love El is because he’s gay

But it’s so hard to believe that in a year he never noticed that he was only signing “from” especially since we have Max writing letters in the same season and she signs her letter to Billy as “love, your shitty little sister Max” and I bet you she signed ALL her letters as “love” because Max doesn’t have any sort of internal conflict regarding identifying different types of love

So you could argue that if it was subconscious for Mike, it makes more sense for him to sign it “love” without thinking/on autopilot because he knows that’s what he’s “supposed” to do but also because he’d do that for his friends too. I don’t think Lucas or Dustin would bat an eye if Mike was living in a different state and signed his letters to him “love,” — they might tease him and call him a sap but I think they’d recognize it was platonic and not be weirded out.

So I think Mike must consciously realize that “love” to El will be interpreted as romantic love and it makes him feel conflicted and guilty so he tries to bypass that feeling and avoid confronting it by signing things, “From”

And if lettergate is real…….i think that’s another point to it being conscious because it’s hard for me to imagine Mike signing a letter to Will as “love Mike” and not having a moment where he freezes and questions and realizes. Especially because I think if lettergate is real, I think he would’ve only sent the letters that said “From” and not the “Love” ones because:

1. It’d need to be a reveal and if it’s a reveal than either Will or El has to see the letters and if Will is used to Mike’s letters saying “Love” then he won’t understand

2. If El at any point asked Will to read to her Mike’s letters to him, she would’ve heard the “love” and would’ve probably brought it up to Mike like, “you can tell Will “love Mike” but you can’t even tell me? Your girlfriend?”

Anyway this is all over the place but I hope it makes some amount of sense lmao

Hi again!

Oh I agree with all of this!

I feel like Mike already knows he can't write ir, and he may have an inkling as to why that is, but from what we gathered in season 4, he's extremely worried about being honest with El, so he may have wrote as "from" as a way to bypass the guilt he feels for not loving her like she wants.

And that whole scene is why I feel like lettergate has such a huge potential in canon, because they made such a big deal of it that it feels like it wasn't only meant to let us know he can't even write he loves El, but that in the future people will know there's someone he wrote it to.

[laura1633]

In the Max being a virgin thing, Max would love bottoming but would be really nervous to start with and Charles would look after him so much

Absolutely anon 😍

Max is used to being ahead of the curve in terms of his career so it's a little strange for him to admit that he has never lost his virginity. In part it's because he's just never been interested in women and didn't want to come out but he also felt like he wanted a connection with someone first.

The problem is, the longer he has waited the more he has built things up in his head so he is just so nervous now. He's thought of a million and one things that could go wrong and he is so used to being in control that he is scared of giving that control up whilst doing something so intimate. He's worried about the noises he will make and his facial expressions and that he will be too tight and it will hurt.

I think that is why Charles would just go slowly with him. They wouldn't need to do everything all at once. Charles starts with lots of foreplay (kisses, touches etc) and then uses lots and lots of lube as he pushes a finger into Max. Even then Max tenses up and is really tight so Charles just goes back to the kissing until Max relaxes. That first time Charles only gets as far as fingers. They practice a few times just opening Max up slowly and getting him used to the feel of having something inside him, perhaps Charles uses a slimline dildo, just really getting Max at ease after all the time he has spent worrying.

Charles also works on getting Max not to worry about making noises, lots of praises, lots of encouragement.

It all means that when they do have anal sex for the first time Max is totally ready and just fucking enjoys every second of it and can't hold back his moans even if he wanted to.

[f1-disaster-bi]

helloooo!! from the secret pining prompts list “I'll give you a ride, don't worry." for wag lando au? perhaps when they first start dming and flirting and texting and lando says something (not creative enough to imagine what tho!) and max responds w that tryna be smooth and flirty and bc double entendre but lando can’t take him seriously but is also incredibly so charmed by max.

also, but do you have plans/want to write any pre-proposal lando n max wag au? they r so cute i’d love to see more of their story before the proposal that you described in the fic!!! i have endless thoughts about their love in it

Oooo I love this, and I would love to write more about them before the proposal because you bet Lando would be a little wary about this famous F1 driver slipping into his Insta DMs with the grace of a newborn foal and Lando finding him ridiculous but so cute 🥺

"You should come to Monaco" The invitation makes Lando almost drive off the track, making him curse as Max laughs at him over the phone. His laughter making Lando's chest flutter and he's just glad his camera is off during this race because Max can't see him blush. He's meant to be focusing on this track. He has a sim racing tournament in two days, and Lando wants to win it. He always wants to win the various gaming tournaments they enter, but he was especially passionate about sim racing. It was how Max and him met afterall. The other had heard his name mentioned by someone from Redline and checked out his streams. Max wouldn't admit how long he waited between finding out about him before he slid into his DMs on Instagram, but Lando was glad that he did. He wasn't exactly sure where they were going with this relationship, if they could call it that, but Lando was tempted to see where it led. "Oh? Going to fly me out and parade me around?", Lando teased, knowing that that was literally Max's worst nightmare. Before they had become close, he would have assumed that being an F1 at the top of their game came with a personality that loved being seen but not Max. Max preferred to be at home with his cats, playing sim racing of COD with friends. He liked to work out on his balcony and only do the gym when his trainer grumbled at him. He went clubbing with friends, but always ended up calling Lando tipsy before two am to talk to him. Max was an enigma in some ways, and Lando was excited with every new piece of him that he discovered. "Maybe I will", Max hummed lowly on the other end of the phone, "Get you all dressed up and drive you around. Show you off the world" The thought makes Lando shiver as he ends his lap. It's not his best time, but he's distracted. He'd challenge anyone to try be sane and do a personal best when Max Verstappen was flirting with them. "Seriously, though, you should come to Monaco", Max offered again, sounding a little more serious, "Or maybe I could come to you? You can show me around your sleepy town and introduce me to your nosy neighbour that stole your plant" "Yeah? You want to come here and drive around in my ten year old shitty little Nissan Micra?", Lando teased but his heart was racing because god did he want to just drop everything and run to Monaco, "I don't think you'd like that ride very much Mister Sports Car owner" He wanted to be a little reckless and jump into this. He wanted to know what it'd be like to hug Max tight and hear his laughter in person. He wanted to curl up on that massive couch in Max's apartment and watch movies curled together with the cats instead of trying to get their streaming services to link up between Monaco and England for their 'not really a date' date nights. "I'll give you a ride, don't worry", Max flirted easily, making Lando choke back a nose, "But of course I'd ride in your Micra, Betsy is a pretty girl. I'm sure we could get some real speed out of her if we tried" That had Lando cackling. He was fully doubled over, laughing hard enough to bring himself to tears beause the idea of Max sitting in his little blue Micra, trying to get it to go more than speed limit without a complaint was hilarious. He could hear Max laughing too. It sounded soft and fond and Lando ached with want. When he finally stopped laughing, Lando went a little quiet for a moment before he whispered a reply softly. "Max, I'd really like to come to Monaco to see you" He could hear the smile on Max's face without even seeing it. "Then it's a date, Dropje"

[safetycar-restart]

haven’t felt well today and your little!driver thoughts have been so fluffy and comforting. that being said, do you have any thoughts on what they littles are like when they’re sick?

i feel like charles would be super clingy and whiny, not wanting you to get very far from him. i also feel like he’d be fussy about medicine so you have to get him the flavored kind and make sure he has juice to wash it down.

lando would be fussy and difficult in general. he doesn’t feel well and he’s determined to make it everyone’s problem.

i think little!logan would just be sad. he wants yo spend time with you and play and have fun. not lay in bed all day and feel yucky. but you try your best to make it fun, playing his favorite movies and giving him any snacks he wants without worrying about his meal plan

feel free to add any other thoughts you have about the other drivers❤️

Aw I love this, both fluffy and comforting. I've really been vibing with the little drivers and with the hybrid!au recently, so this is great. I'm gonna discuss each of these drivers and also I'm gonna do little!max and little!Arthur as well cause I think we sleep on them quite a lot. And feel free to add your own thoughts or ask me to expand on anything here, cause I'm just discussing each one a little bit :))

LITTLE!CHARLES:

Charles is definitely a fussy little one when he's sick, and the fact that he's being fussy actually makes him even more worked up? The medicine tastes so yucky and he feels so bad and obviously he can't help the way he's all grumpy and unhappy, but he also knows he's being difficult and therefore knows he's making your life difficult, which just breaks his little heart because he would never ever in a million years want to make trouble for you.

He's supposed to be your good little boy! And now he's making you angry, even as you try to hide your frustrations, he can tell and that makes him even more upset.

So not only is Charles grumpy and sick, but he's also so upset with himself. Just overall a very sad little who needs lots of kisses and cuddles and reassurance. You have to constantly remind him that you're his caregiver, and that it's your job to help him get better and that he's allowed to be difficult when he's feeling sick and uncomfy.

LITTLE!LANDO:

Lando is a very particular, fussy little even at the best of times so when he's sick? Oh god he's impossible.

Especially because he always pretends like he isnt sick? He'll refuse to admit his symptoms, even when you know he's sick because before Lando regressed he literally told you. But then he regresses and suddenly little!Lando refuses to admit it, insisting his doesn't need to take the medicine because he's fine.

He's very clearly not fine and sometimes you have to just force him to take it. He'll cry and whine and pout but he will listen to you. He'll be upset with you for a little bit afterwards, refusing your cuddles or attention but inevitably he'll come crawling back into your arms for comfort.

LITTLE!LOGAN:

Aw poor thing!! He definitely hates how he can't do anything fun with you. I think that Logan rarely ever regresses? Not because he doesn't want to, but because he only feels safe regressing at home with you and because of how rarely he actually gets to spend a few days alone at home with you, he rarely can regress.

So it's always so special for him when he can regress. He tends to regress a little older than the others, usually between the ages of 6 and 8, and he's able to understand how he's wasting what little time he has with you? He just wants to play with you! He wants to spend time with you and have fun and now he's sick and he can't and he's so sad.

You try to make it fun anyway, letting him choose his favourite movies and reading him his favourite stories and promising him that any time with him is fun, even if he's sick.

LITTLE!MAX:

We know that max is a very well behaved little, to the point where you actually have to try and encourage him to be a little naughty because he'll freak out if thinks he's been bad. For max, little space is a way to heal from his fractured childhood and learn he deserves love and care.

All of this is to say that little!max tries to hide he's sick, but unlike Lando it's not to avoid medicine. For maxy, it's because his dad used to get so angry when he get sick because it meant he couldnt train and race.

So when poor little maxy wakes up feeling sick and regressed? He gets to scared, because he doesn't want to make you angry. So he acts like he's fine, maybe even tries to take some medicine? But he doesn't know what to take and he doesn't want to accidentally take something he shouldn't and he's just so sad and scared.

LITTLE!ARTHUR:

One would assume that with how young Arthur regresses, he would be a nightmare when he's sick, but that couldnt be further from the truth. Or at least, when he's with you.

Because even though he feels so yucky, he also knows you're his caregiver and you always have his best interest at heart. All Arthur knows when he's regressed is that he loves you and that you look after him. It's why he gets so upset when someone else is caring for him because they arent the one he knows to trust.

Anyway, so when little!Arthur is sick he certainly needs some extra attention, but he's actually very well behaved. Even though he doesn't like the medicine, he takes it because he trusts you and he knows he'll get extra cuddles and forehead kisses.

[mayajadewrites]

I Wish I Hated You

C H A P T E R S I X : S I L E N T

story summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

ao3

After exiting the bathroom, you beelined it to Hange. You were gone 15 minutes max, but 15 minutes is a long time to be in the bathroom. Thankfully Levi waited a bit before coming out. 

"There you are!" Hange hands you another drink. "I thought you fell in the toilet!" 

"Hange..." You push your hair over your neck and chest. 

"Oh..." She almost winced. "Damn, in the bathroom?"

"I didn't start it." You put your hands up. "But it won't ever happen again. I don't want to see Jean like this though." 

"He's pretty drunk and is having an arm wrestling contest with Connie." Hange pointed. "Erwin and I had a feeling Levi was gonna pull some shit." 

You bright your cell phone flashlight to your skin, revealing the bruises to Hange.

"Fuck! He definitely marked his territory." Hange investigated your skin. 

"It's not his."

"Looks like it to me." Hange looks up and spots Levi walking out of the bathroom. "Short stuff, the fuck is this?" She points at you. 

"None of your business four eyes." Levi stands next to you, eying you up and down. 

"Like I said, never again." You look away from Levi and grab your purse. "I'm leaving. No, you're not driving me home. I'm tired of your shit." You press the Uber app on your phone. Levi opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. You said bye to Erwin and Hange and almost ran out of the club. 

- 

Finally, you're home. You kick off your heels and let out a sigh of relief, throwing your purse on your entryway table.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Are you fucking serious?" You roll your eyes, opening the door. "Levi, what do you want from me?" 

"Can I come in?" His eyes are glued to the ground. 

You're surprised. No sarcastic remark. No attitude.

You open the door wider to signal that he can enter. Instantly your emotions kick in and you feel worried for him. His hair is partially covering his right eye, which is half-lidded.

Levi brings himself to the couch where he buries his head in his hands.

"Are you going to talk or are you just here to sit on my couch?" 

"I may or may not be slightly intoxicated." 

"Did you have more liquor when I left?"

"I took 2 shots." 

"Okay... so you came to tell me you're drunk?"

"No." Levi sighed. Clearly whatever he had going on in his head was hard for him to form into words. 

"Listen, you can just stay here tonight. Sleep on the couch." 

"That's not what I want." 

"Okay, so go home then." You turn around to face your bedroom door.

"I want to..." Levi started to speak. He cleared his throat before speaking again. "I want to sleep in the same bed as you."

"Levi..." You say cautiously. "I don't think that's the best idea."

"I-I won't touch you I promise." 

You think for a moment. Levi still can't look into your eyes - which is very unlike him. His posture isn't structured like it usually is either.

"Come here." You hold out your hand for Levi, watching him slowly look up at you. 

"I said I wouldn't touch you." He's still sitting, his legs spread apart in a way that makes you miss his thighs.

"Take my damn hand." You shake the thought out of your head.

Levi hesitantly takes your hand and you squeeze his gently, reassuring him that it's okay. You lead him to your bedroom where he sits on your bed with his head down.

"I still have some of your comfy clothes here, so you can wear those." You take a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt from your bottom drawer.

"Why didn't you give those back to me with all the other stuff?" Levi took the clothes from your hands.

"Because your clothes are comfortable and sometimes on laundry day I'll wear them." Lie. You kept them because they smelt like him and you weren't ready to let go of them. And you sort of forgot they were there. "I'm gonna change in the bathroom."

"No. I'll just turn around." Levi got up from the bed and turned around and started changing himself. After peeling your top off, you pulled an oversized t-shirt over your head and kicked your jeans off. "Is my toothbrush still here?" Levi asked from the corner.

"I'm done changing, you can turn around. And yes, should be in the bathroom next to mine."

Another thing you forgot.

The two of you brushed your teeth next to each other in the bathroom. No glances were exchanged, nor words. You were just... coexisting in that moment.

You and Levi crawled into bed, careful not to touch any part of one another. You both sat up straught, almost afraid of the other person. Levi's eyes still looked sad, almost like they're losing life. 

Silently, you pull Levi's head to your lap. He doesn't say a word but he lets you. You start to stroke his hair, tracing circles on his neck with your finger on your other hand. You watch as Levi's eyes begin to close, but he opens them back up once in awhile. 

"Shhh." You continue to stroke his hair. "Go to sleep, Levi." 

His body relaxed against you as you hummed softly. Feeling Levi this close to you felt... different. You didn't need many words to communicate with him, it's like you knew what he needed. His hair smelled of eucalyptus with a fresh undercut. You dragged your fingernails gently on his scalp, one of his favorite things that you did that make him almost instantly fall asleep. 

Levi wraps one of his arms under your thighs to the tops of them, while the other grazes your skin ever so softly. You start to doze off when Levi helps you lay down. He opens his arms, offering for you to lay on his chest.

You hesitate before letting your body melt into his. His muscular arm wrapped around your body as his lips pressed against your forehead.

That's all you remember before falling asleep.

[reallyromealone]

ILLUMI HUSBAND HEADCANONS

For the ever lovely @gaybitchfx

⭐ He most definitely let's his husband brush his hair, it's one of the few times he's genuinely relaxed

👾he doesn't like (name) leaving unattended, if he can't accompany his husband then he will have someone else do it but don't stare at him to long... Or else

⭐ Scary dog privileges to the max, he's pretty but unsettling enough to keep others at bay

👾He isn't the most romantic partner so I like to think he just silently leaves gifts no context for his husband

⭐does not care for pets but will consider (name) getting one if you convince him enough, after all he is gone often

👾he seems like he would vibe with a sphinx cat lowkey

⭐ That pet better not get more attention than him or he swears to god-

👾 You will never get him to admit it but he is greedy for his husband's attention, (name) married him so the attention belongs to him. Only him.

⭐ He doesn't care to partake in his husband's hobbies but don't you dare disrespect what his beloved does or you will end up in a trashcan dead

👾 I like to think he's really good at cooking and very rarely will his husband wake up to an empty house and food made for him

⭐ He would make his husband stay at home and don't bother arguing with him...well unless you want to be punished

👾he actually avoids coming home if he is injured or bloody, with anyone else he wouldn't care but he doesn't want his husband to worry, he wants him to be his sweet complacent husband

⭐ He would control how his husband dresses, he lets you choose what you can wear each day but the clothes are all purchased by him in a way he wants his husband to dress