soldiersareyourprotectors

[growup-thatbeautiful]

mad max fury road absolutely destroyed me so here’s some max brainrot!

also, apologies for all the unanswered asks, i legit haven’t written anything since well before december, but i’m trying to get back into it. just, you know, a lot going on :))

tw: mentions of sa, blood, canon typical violence

you’re one of joe’s wives, so obviously you’ve got a lot of trauma and you’re not exactly used to being out in the open. but, when furiosa tells you to follow her onto the convoy, you don’t hesitate one bit. you would do anything to get away from joe and the prison joe crated for you and the other girls. nothing can be worse than what you’ve already been through.

the hiding hole in the convoy is dusty and hot. it’s hard to breathe through the smoke and sand whirling through the crowded space, and you’re pushed up against the hard metal, Toast’s elbow in your stomach. when the convoy stops moving, you relish the opportunity to stretch your legs and drink some water. the thin cloth that covers your body is gritty with sand and stained by tears. if you had anything else to change into, you would.

the sun is brighter than anything you’ve ever seen. the sand is warmer than you expected, and you remind yourself that people die out here. but the water is cold and it’s sweet on your tongue, the hope of survival clawing it’s way from your chest.

at first, like everyone else, you don’t trust him one bit. he’s a stranger, and a man, and you’re not sure he’s sane. he doesn’t even have a name that you know of.

but there’s something about him. something that tells you he won’t hurt you or any of the other girls. the brown eyes that he hides under that mask are cunning and strange, yes, but there’s a level of honesty in them that makes you want to trust him.

furiosa’s killswitch stops him before he gets too far, and then he’s forced to take your group. you’re squeezed up from with him and her, the daggers between them enough to make it uncomfortable. she has control- you’re not worried about that- but he has pretty much all of the weapons furiosa hid away.

for the most part, the time passes in silence. Toast and Splendid argue some, and Dag takes the middle ground. Furiosa concentrates on the road, and the man curls as far into the metal of the door as he can, weapons stashed underneath his feet.

it’s not until much later, after you’ve met up with the women from the green place, that you talk to him for the first time. the sky is dark and streaked with sandstorms in the distance, greys and oranges flooding the atmosphere.

“all the others have names. you don’t?” he asks. you’re sitting in the front seat with him again, Furiosa deep in conversation with one of the older women.

“you haven’t told us your name either,” you bite back. “and my name isn’t your concern. neither are their names.” you nod toward the group of girls curled up on the back seat, each looking more and more exhausted.

he accepts your answer with a small nod. “i wouldn’t want to keep a name he gave me either.” there’s a surprising level of understanding in his eyes.

“it’s not that.” he doesn’t look convinced. “it’s not just that,” you correct. “i don’t have anything else to go by. i’m not used to having people use my name for good things.”

“i wouldn’t want to contribute to that bad streak,” he agrees. “what do i call you, then?”

you think for a moment. it doesn’t take you long to come up with a name. it’s something you heard Cheedo talk about one time, probably just a story about a place with streets made of water, opera houses full of painted tiles, and people crammed together but happy. “venice. you can call me venice.”

“venice it is, then.”

the next day, the plan changes. you never thought you would want to head back to where you came from, but it’s better than the alternative. years riding nowhere. sun blisters and sand burns.

the road back to the stronghold is dangerous. it’s risky. but you have Furiosa and the man with you. they’re just as dangerous, you think.

you didn’t expect to survive, though. yes, you lost Splendid and Nux. it hurt like you thought it would, but you haven’t had enough time to really consider it. not with everything going on. not when you find out the man’s name is max. it’s a good name, an old name. one without this world’s pain ingrained into it.

it’s been hours on the road with him and you can’t sleep. every time you close your eyes you see joe’s figure lurking over you or splendid’s body roll underneath truck tires or even flames eating at nux as rubble and rock crushed him into the ground. you know you’re going to be home soon, if you can even call the stronghold a home.

you know you’re getting on max’s nerves. he doesn’t say anything, but the glances in your direction are enough. you pick at your fingernails until they’re raw and bite and the inside of your cheek until it bleeds. none of it helps. you can’t sleep.

finally, he breaks the silence. “why don’t you try to sleep?” you don’t need to tell him why. he’s heard your screaming and your panicked breaths. he knows what happens when you try to sleep. “there’s nothing that used to help you fall asleep? with the other girls?”

“toast and i used to hold each other when it was too much.” you don’t know why you tell him. you would never wake Toast up, not when she’s finally fallen asleep after fitful attempts. and it’s not like max is going to hold you while you sleep. he has more important things to do.

you don’t expect him to offer. you really don’t. with Furiosa hurt, its on him to drive. it shouldn’t be much further, but it’s enough.

“lay you head down,” he says softly. when you don’t immediately respond, he adds, “you don’t have to, but i think it’ll help you get some sleep.”

“okay,” you agree uncertainly. slowly, carefully, like you’re trying not to scare him or yourself, you lean over and lay down, your back on the warm metal of the seat. your head rests gently on his thigh, and you try not to put too much pressure on him. you know he’s sore, and you aren’t sure this is what he wants.

“there you go.” his voice is quiet but, for once, sure of himself. his hand reaches to card through your hair and brush it off your face. “try to sleep, now.”

it’s easier than you thought it would be, trusting him. letting him take care of you. but, somehow, you do. maybe it’s because you know his name and because he’s saved you so many times. whatever it is, you let him lull you to sleep with his gentle hands tracing the curves of your face.

[mlmxreader]

An Unwelcome Distraction | Max Rockatansky x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Max Rockatansky:

Hello!!

May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for Max Rockatansky X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:

“Keep your head down unless you want to get shot”

(Could this one be worked out as a first meeting between Max and reader?)

summary: Furiosa sends you out to help Max, but he isn't too keen on your presence.

tws: swearing, mentions of violence, cannibalism

support your fanfic writers by reblogging what you read & enjoy

Max clenched his jaw. Across the sand dunes, bodies had been scattered; some of them were torn apart, missing limbs. Missing eyes. A few of them had bite marks in the legs, in the arms. In the face. Eating flesh wasn't exactly uncommon anymore. People were driven to extremes to try and keep surviving; he realised that when he caught a man crouching by a body, teeth ripping into the calf.

He shuddered at the thought, sinking down into the makeshift trench as he held onto his gun; he just had to time things right, make sure that he got them as they were reloading. That was all. He nodded, counting the seconds as his lips parted slightly; he was about to rise up, when he noticed another person bounding down towards him.

He growled, shaking his head before tackling them to the ground. His hands firmly on their chest, he scowled as he straddled their waist.

"Keep your head down unless you want to get shot!"

You looked him up and down, taking note of his face; his plush lips and his blue eyes. You hummed, appreciative. "Y'know, if Furiosa had told me I'd be working with someone so handsome, I would've come sooner."

Max rolled his eyes, grunting as he made his way back to his position. He counted the shots being fired, and settled down with his back against the side of the makeshift trench; he was counting each one, knowing exactly when they would run out and he could return fire. He didn't mind that you sat opposite him, so close together that your leg was between his.

He had a hard time not leaning into it. He couldn't deny, now he got a good look at you, that he was rather enjoying the view; rough and rugged, frayed at the edges. Like him. He nodded slowly, but knew that nothing could ever happen; Max was far too broken, and you were far too respected.

One of Furiosa's best. Max couldn't. He swallowed thickly, chewing at the inside of his lip when you dared to nudge his legs apart, kneeling between them with your hands on his shoulders. You pushed yourself up slightly, enough to look over the edge; Max's breath hitched, his hands coming to your hips as he held on tightly. For security, of course. Just in case he needed to pull you down.

"What is it?"

"They've paused," you told him. "They're setting a trap… say, you keep holding my hips like this, I might just find a better way to spend our time while we wait."

Max grumbled, rolling his eyes as he helped to ease you back down; your hands rested on his chest, your face so close to his that he could feel your easy, steady breathing.

Were you seriously flirting with him? In the middle of a fucking gunfight?

He huffed, leaning back and folding his arms across his chest. Shutting you out as he looked down the trench. But then you moved, and captured his attention again with ease. Pulling your shirt off and letting the material fall behind you; Max clenched his jaw, looking at your torso with great interest for a moment before he looked away again.

Why? Why did she have to send you?

"Like what you see, Max?"

He scowled at you. "You should cover up."

"Why?" You scoffed, laughing. "It's hot. I can't focus if I've got sweat in my eyes."

He growled under his breath, shaking his head and licking his lips before he shrugged off his jacket and passed it to you. "You'll get hurt."

"Fine," you rolled your eyes, taking the jacket and shrugging it on. You didn't dare to zip it up. "But I'm keeping it open."

Max glared at you, which was usually enough for people to back up and actually listen to him, but not you; you just grinned at him, letting your tongue dart out to wet your lips. The movement was slow and casual, but to Max, it only made his breath hitch in his throat.

He grabbed his gun, and took a look over the edge of the trench; you were right. They were trying to lure your side into a sense of false security so that they could unleash whatever beast they had hidden away under that mass of tarpaulin. He grumbled.

Why did you have to be right?

"I'm a tactician," you told him when he sat back down and faced you. "Furiosa's best."

Tactician. Of course. For fuck's sake.

"Hmm."

"Furiosa said you needed help getting rid of the raiders," you clarified. "So she sent me whilst she dealt with the ones to the East."

"Right."

"You don't talk much," you told him, nearly laughing. "I like that."

"You talk too much," Max huffed.

"Maybe you can find a way to shut me up," you said, shamelessly looking at his lips. "Or maybe you'll find a couple of ways."

He sighed heavily, knowing that he shouldn't; he couldn't deny that it was a tempting invitation from an all too good looking person. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he shook his head as he tried to think of a better way to deal with things; he ran a hand down his face, grumbling to himself.

It wasn't that Max wasn't thinking about kissing you, or that he didn't want to, but he knew he shouldn't invite you into his life; he was too broken, he had been through too much, and he knew that he would only break you, upset you, cause you pain. He couldn't let that happen.

It was going to be a long few days. He knew he would be distracted the entire time, unable to do his job properly; but he has to power through, for the good of everybody else. He didn't need to be so selfish that he would disregard the safety and needs of others.

Even if you were sitting there wearing his jacket and exposing a strip of flesh where you had it undone.

Even if you did look like an oasis in a desert.

[aphrodimeda]

My illustration of the first chapter of my short Nuxable fanfiction, called "The Little Death". You can read it in english or spanish:

[ho1ymermaid412]

“The darkest of angels. The fifth rider of the apocalypse”

[biodomewater]

I don't think I've shared this here, for some reason, SO!!!

Uh, like two weeks ago I got the Praetorian Furiosa x Immortan Joe brainoworms... something about her grabbing his arm in That Scene... and it compelled me to write a somewhat short, smutty, one shot fic. Below you can see the tags for it and whatnot, it's on AO3. Here's the LINK for the fic, in case you're interested.

[noodledoesntknow]

yall should read my fic *drops this and your doorstep and sprints away*

[dogdaysareover365]

since I’m halfway done with June of doom, here’s my updated schedule

open to suggestions for the last fifteen days

I feel bad cause days 11-13 are just a steady incline of angst.

[danime25]

Something So Right

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: Both of them knew that their love wasn't allowed, but that didn't stop them.

*Rating: +18 for Explicit Mature Content

*Content/Tags: PWP, Impregnation, Pregnancy Kink, Cuckolding, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Missionary Position

*Status: Drabble/Complete

Author's Note: Y'all I don't know what the fuck I've been smoking but Angus Sampson has captivated me and I loved Mad Max Fury Road... which I only watched for Angus admittedly. I've got nothing to defend myself with but goddamn if he wasn't also hot as hell in Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga. Anyway enjoy The Organic Mechanic cucking Immortan Joe!

“Shh shh. You promised you’d be quiet.” The man embraced his lover, holding her flush against his chest. Her hands ran up and down the thinning fabric of his shirt as her lips begged for contact with his anything really. His hand guided her cheek up to him and her lips finally scraped along his jawline. “I’ve missed you.” She buried her head into his shoulder. “I know.” He let out a deep sigh from his chest. “I need you.” She said, practically inhaling his skin with her words “How?” “I don’t care. I just need to get the touch of Immortan off me.” Her leg wrapped around his hips. His lips travel down from just below the crest of her nose across her neck. His hands slowly worked under the pure white linen, cupping her breasts in his palms. She looked over his shoulder into the distance, towards the wasteland that awaited her if her husband knew what she was doing with the man assigned to help her birth her husband’s children. She hesitated for a moment before looking back at her lover and saying, “What I really want… I know I cannot have. So I dare not dream.” His eyes returned to hers, “And in your wildest dreams?” “I would give you as many full lifes as you wanted…” Her teeth bit down on the top of her lip as she allowed herself the fantasy. “Maybe have a home somewhere…” She wrapped her other leg around his gut and rested her arms around his neck. He held her tightly, his mouth moved in a silent ‘I love you’, but the words didn’t come out. They couldn’t come out. She pressed her forehead up against his and smiled, a silent way to return the words that lingered in the back of his throat. He carefully let go of her, making sure she was over her bed before letting her flop from his arms like a rag doll.

She looked up at him, fanning her hair across the pillow underneath her. He leaned over her and kissed her cheek before taking his hand pressing his fore and middle finger up against her lip, giving it a tap so as to ask for permission before he stuck them in. She parted her lips slightly and let him sink the thick digits into her mouth. He’d been of course careful to clean himself up as much as possible, but that didn’t remove the years of grime that sunk into his very body. The grime that was covering the inside of her mouth. Once he knew he would be able to comfortable shove himself inside of her, he pulled his fingers from her mouth. At the loss of contact, she let out a small huff. “It’ll only be a moment.” He told her before practically ripping the metal padlock off her belt, and setting the metal contraption onto the ground beside her. He leaned over her as he shoved his fingers into her. She bit down ever so slightly on her lip to hold back her moan, before his lips worked to help suppress the noise as well. He scooped her face into his free hand as he slowly began working the digits into a slow rhythm. “Come closer. You’re so far.” She bit down on the inside of his lip. He pulled his hand from her face for a second as he readjusted himself, lying beside her. “There you are.” Her hands connected once more with his face, running her thumb over the smooth but weathered skin of her love. He tilted his head slightly, allowing the edge of his mouth to linger against the palm of her hand before finally giving her a kiss. Light from the moon overhead flooded the vault, washing her in a second wave of white over her garments and a candle behind him illuminated the subtle crooks in her face. Something about them now was reminiscent of a wedding night in the old world. “I love you.” He said, no louder than a whisper. Her mouth pushed against his, making out the words ‘I love you too’ without help from her vocal chords. His fingers started slowly moving inside of her again as one of her hands moved down his neck and rested against his chest. He purposefully kept his breathing slow so as to match her. He snaked a hand under her arm and used it to bring her into him fully. Her face lay flat against the divot in his neck as his slow pace turned to an ever quickening fast pump. Her fingertips gripped onto the fabric covering his collarbones as he worked his fingers in deeper. The pads of his fingertips applied pressure to the walls of her vagina. Her grasp tightened around his shirt as she leaned up and whispered into his ear. “I want to be selfish… I want you inside of me.” “I don’t have anything to stop you…” His caught in the back of his throat “I want to carry your child.” Her hands wrapped around his forearms. He kissed her as an acknowledgment of her desires. He pulled himself back for a moment and slipped his pants off before filling in the space between her legs with his body. He carefully wrapped a hand underneath her leg and his other behind the back of her knee. He slowly shoved his dick into her giving himself a second to bottom out. Slowly he begins thrusting deeper into her, pulling her body closer to him as he closed the distance between the two bodies. She arched her back ever so slightly as his thrusts grew less predictable and faster. Neither of them had experienced what making love could feel like until this moment. Beads of sweat collected around the base of her neck, he leaned in to lick the moisture off from her. She hooked her arms around the back of his neck and did her best to wrap her legs around the base of his back.

It was messy, awkward even as he came inside of her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he filled her completely. He stayed inside her, knowing it would increase the chances of her becoming pregnant. As they unconnected, his hands slid underneath her breasts. He slowly massaged the mounds of fat, wondering how big they’d grow for his child. Immortan would spoil her as he did his other wives when they carried an heir, and he’d be none the wiser that it wasn’t his. He lied by her side once he was done with her chest, before she reached for her belt. She slipped it on and handed him the lock for him to secure it before their dalliance was over. “Like I was never here.” He tugged on the lock to assure her that it was re-assembled properly “I…” She started to say, knowing the words would be her death if she finished her statement. He pressed a finger to her lips, knowing what it was that she was going to say. “Don’t risk it. We’ve already done far more than we should’ve.” He smirked, satisfied that she was his and the proof would be on her for the next nine months. His thumb traced over the lines in her lips as he contemplated one last kiss before leaving the vault. She gently pushed him away, so as to say he’s already pressed his luck much too far. He stepped away from her bed, but not before taking in one more glance of her unchanged body. --- “Beautiful.” He whispered, running a hand over her baby bump. He turned his head back towards his boss. “The best breeder I’ve seen yet.” “Good.” The man behind him grunted before stepping away to attend to business elsewhere in the Citadel. His sons followed behind him without waiting to make sure the wannabe doctor was following behind them. “Can you tell if it’ll be a boy?” She asked him, begging for more time. “You know I can’t just tell.” “Please…” She gritted her teeth as she said the next couple of words, “I want to please the Immortan.” “I know you do.” His hand ran back over her stomach, “I know. It’s such a prominent swell for just one child.” The other wives milled about the space, not paying much attention to the man, but one eye was always on their sister. They knew early that it had not been Immortan Joe who had touched her, but the man responsible for birthing their children that had impregnated one of them. Even at the risk of being seen by one of the other wives he pressed his lips onto her stomach. “You shouldn’t have much longer.” “Thank you.” She smiled at him. ‘Thank you for more than I could ever say’ is what she meant. He nodded and stood up, ready to leave the vault when she cried out. He turned back around and sat at her side, knowing it was time for her to deliver. After hours of sitting by her side, and one of the wives running to get Immortan Joe so he could be there for his child. He delivered the baby, their son and carefully handed him to the Immortan. A perfect child. “There’s another.” He said, preparing for the second child. Another boy. Perfect as well. Immortan Joe would be pleased beyond words to know that he had two heirs that were better in every way to Rictus or Scrotus. Organic Mechanic cleaned the children off and handed them over to the oafs that were Immortan Joe’s sons, correcting them when they didn’t support the newborn’s head properly. “I just need to make sure her condition’s stabilized.” He told Immortan. Immortan waved his hand, allowing him permission to do what it was he needed to do to take care of his wife. He stepped out of the vault, proud that after all this time he was capable of giving life to full lifes. Every touch from the mechanic was gentle on her as he was once again in his own world with her. She brought a hand up to his cheek and smiled. He kissed the inside of her hand before saying, “They’re beautiful.” “I love you.” She said, louder than she intended. Immortan was gone, it was just them and the other wives. “I love you too.” He whispered back. “I love you so much.”

[texas-writes]

Stars and Oblivion

After years of searching, you finally find her

Cw: teen pregnancy mentioned, postpartum anxiety, child abandonment

The sun beat down through the mouth of the cave, the sweat from your brow running down and burning into your eyes as you focused intently on the carburetor in your greasy hands. There was no fucking way this would be a surface repair. You let out a growl and grab one of your smaller wrenches to begin disassembling the part. You can feel boring holes into your back but you just roll your shoulders in an attempt to shrug off the sensation. The feeling goes and is soon replaced with a presence. You turn, prepared to shout off whichever Warpup had the audacity to bother you, but instead of stark white flesh you’re greeted with a small frame clothed entirely in light leather work gear. It was that boy again. He was still a child, probably no older than twelve, and certainly no Warboy. He never spoke, making you question if his tongue had been cut out.

“What is it?”

He brings his fingers level with his eyes and then turns them towards the carburetor.

“Do you want me to teach you how to do this?”

He nods and leans on the workbench, eyes locked on your hands.

“Okay. I have to rebuild it, probably replace some of the interior parts and clean it. Just try to look busy.”

He nods again, watching as you take the cover off and begin detaching all the inner workings. You send him for small parts of scrap from time to time and make sure he has his goggles on whenever you have to weld or cut the new pieces to fit into the mechanism. Finally you’re finished rebuilding the part and give it to him, telling him to go put it back in the truck it was from. Another nod, and then he’s gone.

You allowed the boy much more grace than any of the other mechanics. He was just a child after all, a foundling most likely, and starkly human compared to the Warboys, a whole life. He’d often come sit with you while you ate, but you never saw his face, he’d just slip his spoon under his dust mask instead of removing it. There were several occasions on colder nights that he would climb into your bunk shivering, and you’d just wrap your arms around him without question, pressing your lips to his forehead and smoothing down his cap.

In moments when your mind was loose, when you were unfocused at work, or too tired to properly hold your eyes open you saw in him glimpses of the child you had left behind. Close in age, and hopefully status of life, you saw her, darting around, almost playful in moments of ease, but reserved nonetheless. You had no real idea what your daughter looked like, you had gone when she was just a baby, leaving her with your sister and running into the wastes, too young then to be a mother or a wanderer, but your fear had driven you further than any car ever could.

You remembered her, blue and screaming when she came into this world, covered in blood and viscera, her tiny hands clenched into tight fists as she was handed to you. You’d barely had enough time to name her before you’d passed out. You were fourteen then, too curious for your own good, drawn in by the charms of a farmer’s son, and you’d ended up ripped in half for your stupidity. The bleeding wouldn’t stop, so the doctor had taken your womb to give you a chance at living, and lived you had.

It was three days before you had woken up, connected to your sister by a tangle of tubing while another woman held out the child for you to hold. You took her and brushed the wisp of hair from her face, smiling when she opened her eyes, looking up at you. You’d stuck around for a couple of months, but by the time you left you felt like you needed to claw your way out of your skin, like even if you never stopped running you’d still have gone nowhere, so you left your daughter with your sister and ran, taking a bike and going as far and as fast as you could.

Years later you had gone back, twenty four then, finally ready to settle back down, your wild urges sated, your body relaxed and your mind solid once again, only to find nothing. The women had told you that your daughter had been taken, and your sister had followed after. You’d lit out in the direction they pointed and rode until you came across the remnants of a camp, a pile of warm ashes and an all too familiar locket buried beneath the cinders. The metal had burned a crescent moon into your palm as you’d gripped it and screamed, but you didn’t care. You just knelt there in the sand sobbing until you had no tears left to cry, pathetically making your way back to your bike and continuing in the direction you’d been heading, despite the absence of tracks, no trace of your sister’s murderers or your little girl. Just riding into oblivion with no real care if you lived or not.

So you cared for the boy, as much as he’d let you, as if he were your own, the guilt deep in your belly driving your actions just as much as your compassion. He grew up under your mechanical guidance, loosening up around the workshop, forgoing his mask, and before long it became glaringly obvious that you had mistaken him. Long hair and bright eyes began to reveal “his” true nature, but it didn’t phase you. There were many reasons for a girl to hide in this world, especially around the company you worked with. She grew brawny as she aged and you gifted her with a knife to keep sheathed in her boot. She’d kept it close, pulling it on more than one occasion to escape the grabbing hands of the Warboys you worked with.

You knew nothing of her but what you’d seen, but you could still say you loved her. All these years, watching over her, protecting her, teaching her. There were times, even now, that she, maybe seventeen now, would crawl shivering into your bed and you’d hold her and kiss her forehead as you always did. She would never object to your affections, just worming her way closer and sighing as her eyes fell shut.

Years later she’d disappeared, and you’d worried for her, fearing the worst, but after a month she returned, staggering, weak, a crudely stitched stump where her left arm once was. You’d tended to her without a word, cleaning her wound and dressing it without question as she sat on your bunk that night. She’d been through hell and you knew she wasn’t one to talk. The girl, no woman, before you was alive and that was all that mattered right now. Before you could think your hand was at the back of her head and your forehead was pressed to hers, with your eyes squeezed shut, fighting the tears of worry that threatened to fall. She’d been strong, wherever she’d been, and it was your turn now, for her sake. She mirrors your actions, pressing her head to yours so hard it almost hurt.

“Stars bless you,” she whispers, her voice shaking with the same tenacity you were exerting.

You pull away from her sharply, shocked not only by her voice but the words it carried. Her eyes are wide and wet, her hand trembles against the back of your head and you know now what your heart had secretly known for years. You look at her in the torch-light of the bunk room and see your own eyes staring back at you, your own hair falls over her shoulders and down her back.

“Furiosa,” you breathe, pressing your forehead back to hers, finally allowing the sob to wrack your body, pulling her tightly into a hug and she reciprocates it. She’d learned to love and trust you, completely unaware of the fact that it was your immaturity that had gotten her here. It was all your fault and she was none the wiser. It was too late now, to be her mother. She was twenty three years old and had mourned for the mother she knew for all those years now. It was not your place to try to claim that place, to fill that void.

“How do you know my name? You’re not from the green place, I’d have known you,” her voice is sharp and demanding despite the low volume.

“I am, I left when you were a baby, and only went back after you’d been taken.”

“Then who are you?”

You silently reach behind your neck and unclasp your necklace bearing two pendants, a sun and a crescent moon, and give them to her.

“She was my sister. I’ve spent years looking for you. I needed to see you again, even if it was just for a moment.”

Your answer was incomplete, but still truthful. It was all she needed to know. Too much would do more harm than good, and she was already fragile. Maybe when you finally got her back home safe you would come clean, but now, just having her here in your arms, knowing she was alive and as safe as someone could be in the wasteland was enough for you.

[gremlinbehaviour]

"She's mine," Max snarled. His eyes were fixed on Furiosa, and for a moment the former Imperator bristled because as much as she trusted Max, she belonged to no man. But then something cried out from the footwell of the passenger seat she stood beside, and Furiosa realized that he wasn’t talking about her. Yanking open the door of his battered vehicle revealed a bundle of rags with a tiny face peeking out. Max returns to the Citadel with a baby.

[charlotteking23]

Lost Paddock Pass - MV33/1

Max Verstappen x reader

Summary: You forget your paddock pass so now your being chased by security guards.

You walked into the paddock wearing a flowy pink dress paired with a Hermes white bag, Louis Vuitton heels, and a white bow in your hair.

Scanning your paddock pass, you walk through the entrance. As expected Paparazzi were already taking pictures of you, probably because you were dating a three-time world champion.

As you walk, you notice Max explaining something to Charles. You quickly sped up your walk before wrapping your arms around Max's waist and hugging him.

"Hi Maxie", you said but it was muffled by your face buried in his chest.

You could feel his chest vibrate in laughter before hugging you back and swaying your body from side to side.

"Hi Liefje, Come on let's go inside", He said bringing your body inside Redbull hospitality not before saying goodbye to Charles.

"Are you ready?" you question to Max.

Today was an important day for Max, it was his home race the Dutch Grand Prix.

"Don't worry Liefje, I will win for you and for my home", Max said reassuringly, he was excited to win in his home race.

Max's whole family was here to support him in his home race. Though you were still iffy about Max's father being here, knowing about Max's past experience with his father was not good.

"Shit Schatz, I forgot my phone in the car...can you go grab it for me please", Max said slightly panicked.

You agreed to grab Max's car keys on the way out. You didn't want to stress out Max more today, He already has a lot on his mind since its his home race..

You quickly left the garage, walking towards the exit of the Paddock before heading towards the driver's parking area. You head towards the parking spot that had Max Verstappen on it, unlocking his car.

You retrieved his phone, smiling at the wallpaper, It was of you and him in cute matching Pajamas sets for Christmas.

You held the phone going towards the paddock, remembering you had to scan back in to go through, you search for the pass through your purse.

"Damn it, I must have lost it in the Paddock...What do I do?" You panicked knowing they won't let you in without a pass. And you couldn't phone Max since you had his phone.

You shyly went up to the security guard, trying to play a conversation in your head on how this would turn out, nothing good.

"Excuse me, sir, I lost my paddock pass, I had already went in today but I quickly had to get my boyfriend's phone from the car," You said shyly while holding up your boyfriend's phone hoping they would let you in.

"No pass, No entre," The security guard said pointing towards the exit sign.

"But um sir, one of the driver's Max Verstappen is my boyfriend", you tried to explain but the security only glanced at you clearly not believing you.

You walked away pouting in defeat trying to figure out how to get in the paddock without a pass.

The only thing you could think of is just to run straight in.

"Okay, You got this", you said to yourself, trying to build up some courage.

You ran straight, stopping to jump over the metal fence before running away. You could hear screams and shouts from the security guards demanding you to stop, even threatening you to be banned from future races.

You bump into someone but not stopping only loudly apologizing, not affording to stop by any means necessary. People quickly moved out of the way seeing you being chased.

You ran as quickly as possible but It's not easy since you're running in expensive heels at that.

You saw fans and paparazzi following you, hoping to get the reason why the security guards were running after you like a criminal.

Already hearing the headline Max Verstappen's girlfriend being chased by guards all because of a paddock pass, sentenced to 5 years in Jail.

You frowned at the thought but quickly your frown turned into a happy one seeing the Redbull garage close by, but the security guards were almost catching up to you.

At the perfect moment, you saw Max walking out of the garage probably looking for you since you have been gone for a while.

In a split-minute decision, when you were close enough you flung yourself straight into Max's arms hiding your face into his chest trying to catch your breath with all that running.

You saw the security guards run up to you, "Sorry Mr. Verstappen for the inconvenience we will escort this girl out".

Max put up his hand stopping the security guards from touching you, "No need, this is my girlfriend", Max said.

The security guards look at you and then at Max before realizing their mistake not wanting to see Mad Max.

The guards apologize to you and Max before walking away. Max then quickly ushers you inside the Redbull garage away from prying eyes.

You quickly gave Max his phone with an awkward smile on your face.

"What happened Liefje?" He said taking his phone before sitting you in his driver's room and giving you a bottle of water.

"Well, I got your phone but lost my Paddock pass somewhere so I tried to explain to the security guard that I knew you and I already came into the paddock. But he denied my entre," You said pouting at the memory.

"So, What did you do instead Liefje," Max said entertained with the story, squishing your pouty cheeks playfully.

"I decided to jump over the metal fence and run towards the Rebull garage but the guards were chasing me until I saw you and flung into your arms," You said hugging Maxie tightly around his waist since you were sitting and he was standing in front of you.

Max just laughs at you, "You had quite an adventure today Schatz".

You grin playfully before taking off your heels massaging it.

"Oh, Liefje it must have hurt to run in those heels, huh", Maxie said before taking your feet and massaging them for you, it felt like heaven.

"Next time, I will give you multiple copies of your paddock pass so you never lose it", Max said jokingly before you also joined in the laugh agreeing it was a good idea.

[mlmxreader]

Worse Places | Max Rockatansky x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Max Rockatansky:

Hello!!

May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for Max Rockatansky X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:

“No, this can’t be - you‘re supposed to be dead”

summary: you're convinced you've gotten him killed, you know it deep down that you have.

tws: swearing, injury, mentions of sick/vomit, mentions of blood

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Darkness had imprisoned you, keeping you held by its icy grip; surrounding you with nothing but the memories of your own making, the monster of your own design.

Losing Max was the worst thing that had happened to you, and now you were stranded. You kept thinking over the events, over what had happened. Time was standing still, you had all of eternity to dream of the same thing over and over again.

Sleep was not easy to grasp. Laid down with your back against the sandy ground of your cage, staring up at the bleak dark blue skies; whispering Max’s name over and over, quietly calling out for him knowing that he would not return.

You were all alone, now. You wished you could see him just one last time, just to tell him that you were sorry; he had given his life for you, he shouldn’t have. You never should have let him make that sacrifice.

You felt sick, bile rising up from your stomach and leaving a burning trail all the way to the back of your throat; you wanted to lie on your side as your stomach churned and dropped. The front of your head was stinging with sharp pain, and you wanted it all to end more than anything.

If you didn't have Max, you had nothing. Absolutely nothing. If Max was not with you, beside you, then nothing could keep you living. Fuck.

You closed your eyes, your head violently spinning and forcing you to open them again. The stinging resumed. You sighed heavily, bringing your knees to your chest and weeping softly. Weeping until the stinging got worse and turned to a pounding sensation.

Throbbing.

You sighed, resigning yourself to your fate and watching as the small insects and arachnids scuttled across the sands; you couldn't cry anymore. You were too weak. You couldn't whisper and call out for Max. Your voice would not work.

All you could do was lie there, until you could see a figure slowly approaching; marching towards you. You couldn't bring yourself to stand up or even sit up. You just wanted to die.

Without Max, you just wanted to die. You hoped the figure would be armed, and would sink a knife into your throat the moment they were close enough.

But as you looked at the boots, you could see something far, far too familiar; you had seen them at the end of your bed. Tripped over them in the middle of the night several times. Thrown them aside when lying in the backseat of a truck.

You knew who they belonged to.

"I'm sorry."

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut, shaking your head and trying to bury yourself in the sand. "No, no, no, no, this can't be - you're supposed to be dead. You died!"

Max laid down on his stomach beside you, pushing his bottom lip out as he grumbled and wriggled closer. "Not dead. Not yet."

You shook your head again, not wanting to believe that he was real; it was so cruel for your own mind to play such a trick on you. Make you think that he was still around, that he had survived. No.

He couldn't be. You watched him fucking die. He couldn't be alive. Even though his face was covered in blood and charcoal rested upon his cheeks, even though his hands were bruised and covered in calluses. Even though he reeked of gunpowder and smoke.

No, he couldn't be alive. No.

It was just a cruel trick from your own mind. It couldn't be anything else. You squeezed your knees, wishing the vision of Max would go away. That it would cease haunting you so terribly, reminding you of what you had lost.

Reminding you that you no longer had a heart.

Max nudged you, pushing your knees down and squirming into the space next to you as he swallowed thickly; he smelled so strongly of gunpowder and smoke that, for a moment, you thought he was actually there.

He pushed the back of his head against your jaw, closing his eyes as he sighed and closed his eyes. He was fucking exhausted.

His wounds had been patched up, and he had stopped bleeding, but he was exhausted from it; the only thing on his mind had been getting back to you, finding you again. He pressed himself firmly against you, grumbling under his breath as he stretched out and found himself able to relax at last.

He could sleep. Max knew you well enough to know that once he stayed around for a while, you would accept the fact that he had cheated death, and would find solace in him being so close; your heart had returned to you, he knew that.

Even though he knew you couldn't see it, Max smiled as he let the exhaustion take over; deep, heavy breaths turning soft and shallow as his muscles went limp and he relaxed into the way you threw your arm over him, clinging onto the back of his jacket as if it were the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.

You were starting to think he was actually there, that he wasn't gone for good as you felt his hair tickle the underside of your neck, soft and warm brown strands brushing against sensitive flesh. You could feel his breathing, the way that it was ever so slightly uneven.

Max's breathing was always slightly uneven. His body was pressed so firmly to yours, you wanted to believe that he was really there, that he had not gone anywhere at all.

Max lazily opened one eye when he felt you snuggle into him. "I always come back."

You smiled, for the first time since you had come up with your foolish plan that had nearly gotten him killed, you actually smiled; your heart had been returned to you, at last, and you could rest easy knowing that Max was there.

You threw your leg over him, almost wrapped around him as you sighed. "We're really gonna sleep in the sand, huh?"

Max grumbled. There were worse places to fall asleep.

[iheartmonaco]

Max Verstappen X GN!Reader texts

🔹kinda nsfw

🔹masterlist

[foreveradreamaway]

streaming- MV33/1

summary- a compilation of moments from maxs streams

i really loved writing this as i always have small idea that aren’t long enough to be their own post, if you have any small idea that goes with this or just in general then please comment it or send it to me and i will make a part two or another post similar <3

max loved to stream every now and then. he loved the interactions with fans and getting to play with his friends. you also loved when max streamed because it gave you some peace and quiet for a while, it also allowed you to do some house work without max following you like a lost puppy.

you had made numerous appearances in his streams and his fans loved it. probably enjoying seeing you both as actual humans and getting to see how you both live your daily lives together. some fans had made a compilation of the many times you made an appearance in one of maxs streams.

🏎️

max sat in his gaming chair immersed in whatever game he was playing. you needed something from the room he was in and it couldn’t wait.

you opened the door as slowly and quietly as possible and creeped over to the thing you needed. apparently you weren’t quiet enough and he heard you. he moved one side of his headset off his ear.

“sorry, i just needed to grab the end thing for the hoover.” you sheepishly smiled. he only grinned in return. you took this as the opportunity to walk up behind him so you were in the frame.

“what are you playing?” you questioned as your face finally came in shot.

“im playing cod with lando, charles and carlos”

“aww cute” you sent a quick wave to say hello to everyone that was on the other end of the camera. however your eyes were quickly caught by the top of maxs head.

“can they hear me?” you questioned, he nodded. “okay. hello everyone, it’s your favourite person in the world here and i just needed to show you something” max had a confused look on his face as he watched you through the camera, wondering what you were about to show.

your hands reached for each side of the head set that was on his head and slowly removed it and handed it to him. your hands then went to either side of his head and tilted it down.

“max gets really bad headset hair guys and it will literally stay like this for the rest of the day” max’s hands quickly went up to his hair to attempt to fix while you and the chat couldn’t help but laugh.

“shut up” he grumbled as he lifted the head set back onto his head. “love you baby!” you called over your shoulder as you left the room.

“i hate her”

“i heard that!”

🏎️

“mijn liefste, wil je zo pasta? Ik ben er nu een paar aan het maken” you can’t be seen as you poke your head round the door.

“Het gaat goed, dank je schat” he replies while not taking his eyes off the game but removing one side of his headset. “welke pasta ben je aan het maken?”

“i know i’m learning but im not that good yet max” you laugh.

“i said ‘what pasta are you making” he replies, suddenly feeling hunger bubble his stomach.

“i’m not sure yet. are you sure you don’t want any? i’ll surprise you” making food has always been one of your love languages, your mum had shown you to cook as soon as she could and you picked it up quick.

“yeah go on then” he finally turns to you and smiles as you walk away. when he finally turns back he sees the chat filled with questions and people telling him how cute you both are.

“yeah she is learning dutch. i’m teaching her” his face lights up as he talks about you. “it’s very easy for her though because she already knows other languages so she picks it up quickly” his smile never leaving his face.

🏎️

max is looking intensely at the chat in-front of him, reading everything is the chat. answering a couple questions. he does this until he sees a familiar name come up.

“‘answer your phone’ what?” he quickly picks up his phone to see that he has ten missed calls from you. he is quick to call you back.

“max stop putting your phone on do not disturb and silent” you scold. he always did when he was streaming, he always said it was because he didn’t want to be disturbed however sometimes it was important. like now.

“sorry schat.”

“do you want anything from the shop? i’ve already got your m&ms and tomato soup.” max had a soft spot for m&ms and everyone knows about this man’s love of tomato soup.

“no i’m okay thank you baby. what are we having for dinner” max had a massive smile on his face. half because he was talking to you and because he knew how much everyone watching would love the conversation.

“well you’ve got mean prep” you couldn’t help but laugh as max groaned loudly and threw his head back. he hated meal prep. don’t get me wrong he loved being healthy and eating nice food but sometimes he just craved your cooking. “and i’m having a stir fry.”

“ugh whatever. i want stir fry”

“i know baby. ill make you one as soon as your nutritionist will allow me too”

“okay fine. when will you be home?” max kept the phone close to his mic to make sure everyone would be able to hear you on the other end of the phone.

“not long, i took the ferrari so it won’t take me long to get home. i don’t have my keys so be ready to pick up your phone and open the door! okay, i love you bye” you ended the phone call quickly before he could say anything about you taking his car.

“i swear she prefers my cars over her own” he laughed as he read through the chat again.

🏎️

when you moved in with max you demanded that a sofa be put into his gaming/office room. he got you the cosiest sofa he could just to make sure you were comfy. max spent a lot of time in the room and you missed him when he was in there.

before you lived together, you tried to sit on the floor when you were round but you just weren’t comfortable enough so that’s when you demanded a sofa. if max was streaming or just had some admin stuff to do, you would just sit on the sofa and enjoy each-others company.

max was streaming, as per usual, while you sat all snuggled up on the sofa across the room. you had one the comfiest jumper of his that you could find, his joggers, a blanket covering your whole body and tucked under your chin and you glasses that sat on your nose.

max had specifically bought a pair of joggers that were too small for him. one day he came home to see you wearing a pair of his that were far to big for you and when he questioned you, you said that you just enjoy wearing his clothes. so the next day he went and bought a pair that were to small and placed them in his waldrobe. from then on they were yours.

you were also a secret iPad kid at heart. your iPad was literally your prized possession and you took it everywhere with you. now was no different as you sat there with your ipad resting on your legs as you watched tik tok.

“look” you turned the ipad around so that it was facing max, he leant on the arm rest of the chair to get a better view of what you were showing him. it was a cat.

“we should get sassy and jimmy one” he laughed as you nodded. he sat back into his chair and caught what the chat were saying. many people asking where you were.

he grabbed the camera from its holder and turned it to face you, showing you under the blanket. he got up out his chair and moved to sit next to you on the sofa.

“you are actually such an old man” you laughed as he struggled to hold the camera so that it would get a view of both of you. “give it to me” you took the camera from his hand and wrapped your other arm around his neck to bring him closer to you.

“hey guys, it’s your favourite person in the world here” the camera now had a perfect view of both of you as you put a quick peace sign up to the camera. you quickly nudged max and his fingers quickly went to the same position as yours. “i want to show you all my outfit, hold this baby” you handed the camera to max and threw the blanket onto him as you stood from your seat.

“max, show them my whole body my love” you laughed as he was only showing the camera your legs. “i’m trying Schat” you leant forward a bit and moved maxs hand so it faced where it should be.

“okay so my glasses are from specsavers, they are the only people i trust with my glasses. even if i need a new pair i would rather fly home than get a pair from anywhere else. because if they messed my glasses up i would just hear my mum in my ear saying ‘should have gone to specsavers’. my jumper is maxs- where is this jumper from?” you questioned him.

“umm its a zara one i think”

“okay so the jumper is from zara and these joggers are from nike. can i even say that? do they even sponsor you?” max’s laugh could be heard from behind the camera before he replies. “yeah it’s okay. i think” his face fell into a sheepish grin behind the camera.

“my socks are from god knows where. and the blanket is from also god knows where.” you gave the camera a big smile as you fell back into your previous position.

“you are the new version of maxplaining”

“shut up”

🏎️

“can we play fifa?” you were sat on the floor, cross legged, next to max while he sat in his gaming chair. “you only want to play fifa because you always beat me” he huffed.

“exactly” you grinned at him.

[angldelight]

mad!max. smut. blowjobs. p in v. so much cum. daddy kink. mdni. driver!reader. female!reader. grinding

all I can think about is giving max sloppy blowjobs as he plays his game.

you don’t mean any harm as you crawl to where the camera can’t see - he plays on his keyboard appose to his actual sim set up - and he even helps you pull his joggers and boxers down.

you’ve had a hard weekend, a nasty incident with carlos so max doesn’t mind helping you relax.

and then half an hour passes and you’re tapping his hard cock against your tongue, eyes low as they look up at him.

you need your daddy and you most definitely need his cum.

max isn’t an idiot so of course he lets you play around with him for as long as you need. he’s the best daddy, he lets you suck on his tip (after he muted his mic so he can let out those low hisses from the back of his throat).

he even lets you suck at the base of his length, tongue trailing against that prominent vein.

he lets you do what you want— he even brushes the hair from your face. he cums quick, who wouldn’t after your tongue, and he doesn’t let the overstimulation bother him that much.

until you’re whining for his attention, already rutting against his leg as you whine out.

he quickly tells his team he won’t be long before he turns his camera off and pauses his game - he can hear them complaining - before he’s soon pulling you up to sit on his lap.

you push up his shirt which you wear, bare underneath because he says he doesn’t see the point in you wearing anything else, and you soon sink onto his cock.

he told his friends he’d be five minutes, not an hour.

but who could blame him? you needed him to make it all better and like I said, max wasn’t an idiot.

besides he likes it, that fucked out look on your face as he fills you with his cum again and again until there’s a fat milky ring around his cock. <3

[mrsfancyferrari]

Birthday Boy

Summary: It's getting to Max's birthday and you know what he wants for it.

Song: Heartbeat by Childish Gambino

Author’s note: DUDUDUDU MAX VERSTAPPEN! Please like, reblog and share this! <3

Word count: 4.8k

Max's birthday was just around the corner, and you found yourself in a fortunate position, having a few weeks off from work. This time away felt like a blessing, especially considering how close you and Max had grown recently.

The aftermath of your breakup had been tough, filled with emotional turmoil and countless tears. Yet, through it all, Max had been your rock, offering comfort and support.

You often found solace in his presence, spending nights in his bed while he opted for the couch, a testament to the deepening bond between you two.

It felt perfectly normal, a natural progression of friendship, or so you thought.

As you enjoyed a leisurely afternoon playing golf, the sun shining brightly overhead, Lily suddenly interrupted your thoughts with a loud exclamation.

"Absolutely not!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the serene atmosphere. You turned to her, puzzled, as she continued, "You can't just sleep in his bed like that! It’s not just friends hanging out; it’s crossing a line!"

Her words hung in the air, and you could feel the tension rising.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Lily, me and him are just friends! It’s not like we’re planning a romantic getaway or anything," you replied, trying to lighten the mood.

Lily rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. "Fine, but just remember, boundaries are important!" she warned, her tone softening.

Lily leaned back, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took a swing at the golf ball, sending it soaring into the bright blue sky. "You know, you and I both understand that Max is head over heels for you," she remarked casually, a teasing grin spreading across her face.

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, everything around you faded into the background. Your heart raced, a sudden flutter of disbelief and excitement coursing through you.

This was the first time anyone had ever suggested such a thing, and the thought sent your mind spiraling.

"What? Are you serious?" you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. The revelation felt like a jolt of electricity, igniting a mix of hope and confusion within you.

You had always thought of Max as a close friend, someone who shared laughter and late-night conversations, but the idea of him harboring deeper feelings was entirely new.

You could hardly process it, your thoughts racing as you tried to recall every interaction you’d had with him, searching for signs that you might have missed.

Lily chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. "What? You really didn’t know? Wow, you two are like two peas in a pod, completely oblivious to each other’s feelings," she teased, shaking her head in disbelief.

"It’s almost comical how you both dance around the truth. I mean, the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention? It’s like he’s trying to memorize every detail of your face."

Her words painted a vivid picture in your mind, and suddenly, the world felt a little brighter, filled with possibilities you had never dared to consider before.

As they lounged in the sun-drenched golf park, Lily leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, there’s a way to find out if he really likes you," she said, a playful grin spreading across her face.

The anticipation bubbled within you, and you leaned in, eager to hear more. "How?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

Lily's expression turned conspiratorial as she glanced over at Alex, who was engrossed in a game of golf with Lando. "Guys secretly enjoy it when you gently cup their cheek or run your fingers through their hair," she explained, her voice low and teasing.

"That’s how I figured out that big guy over there was into me. It’s all about those little moments of connection." You watched Alex swing his club, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, and wondered if Max would respond the same way if you tried something similar.

"Just think about it," Lily continued, her tone light yet encouraging. "If he doesn’t like you, he’ll probably pull away or act all awkward. But if he does… well, you’ll definitely know."

She nudged you playfully, her laughter ringing out like music in the air.

The thought of testing the waters sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities.

Would Max react positively?

The idea of a shared moment filled with unspoken feelings made your heart race, and you felt a surge of confidence at the prospect of taking that leap.

As they lounged in the sun-drenched golf park, Lily leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, there’s a way to find out if he really likes you," she said, a playful grin spreading across her face.

The anticipation bubbled within you, and you leaned in, eager to hear more. "How?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

Lily's expression turned conspiratorial as she glanced over at Alex, who was engrossed in a game of golf with Lando. "Guys secretly enjoy it when you gently cup their cheek or run your fingers through their hair," she explained, her voice low and teasing.

"That’s how I figured out that big guy over there was into me. It’s all about those little moments of connection." You watched Alex swing his club, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, and wondered if Max would respond the same way if you tried something similar.

"Just think about it," Lily continued, her tone light yet encouraging. "If he doesn’t like you, he’ll probably pull away or act all awkward. But if he does… well, you’ll definitely know."

She nudged you playfully, her laughter ringing out like music in the air.

The thought of testing the waters sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities.

Would Max react positively?

After the golf session was over, your phone buzzed with a text from Max.

"Hey, come over to my place. I’ve got something cool to show you," it read.

Your heart skipped a beat, excitement mingling with nerves as you replied with a quick, "Sure, be there soon!"

The drive to Max's house felt longer than usual, every passing minute filled with anticipation.

As the door swung open, Max stepped into view, his presence commanding immediate attention. His muscular physique was evident even beneath the casual attire he wore; a fitted t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders and sculpted arms, accentuating the definition of his biceps.

The fabric of his jeans hugged his powerful thighs, hinting at the strength that lay beneath. With a confident stance, he exuded an aura of both approachability and strength, making it clear that he was someone who took care of himself while still embracing a laid-back style.

Max's features were striking, framed by tousled hair that added a touch of rugged charm to his overall appearance. His chiseled jawline and high cheekbones gave him a classic handsomeness, while his warm smile revealed a friendly demeanor that put others at ease.

The way he carried himself suggested a blend of confidence and humility, as if he was fully aware of his physical prowess but chose to remain grounded.

The casual outfit he wore—a simple t-shirt paired with well-fitted jeans—allowed his natural charisma to shine through without overshadowing his approachable nature.

As he stood there, the light from the hallway illuminated his figure, casting a subtle glow that highlighted the contours of his muscles. Max's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, suggesting a playful spirit beneath his strong exterior.

When you arrived, Max greeted you at the door, his usual easygoing smile on his face

"Glad you could make it," he said, leading you inside. As you stepped into the cozy living room, you couldn't shake Lily's words from your mind.

You found yourself glancing at Max, wondering if this would be the right moment to test her theory.

"So, what’s the cool thing you wanted to show me?" you asked, trying to sound casual while your heart raced.

Max's grin widened, a spark of excitement lighting up his eyes. "Come on, I'll show you," he said, motioning for you to follow him further into the house. The anticipation in his voice was contagious, and you felt a thrill of curiosity pique your interest.

As you walked through the hallway, the walls adorned with photographs and memorabilia hinted at stories and adventures shared within these walls.

He led you to a room at the back of the house, the door slightly ajar.

Inside, the room was warmly lit, and the first thing you noticed were two cats, Jimmy and Sassy, lounging comfortably on a plush armchair. Their curious eyes followed your every movement, as if they, too, were eager to see what Max had in store.

Just beyond the armchair, on a small table, you spotted a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, elegantly arranged as if waiting for a special moment.

Max turned to you with a proud smile, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction. "You mentioned you've never gotten flowers or chocolates from anyone, so I wanted to change that," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

The thoughtful gesture took you by surprise, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotion. Max's attention to detail and the effort he put into making you feel special spoke volumes, deepening the connection you felt with him.

"Oh Max, you shouldn't have," you muttered into your hands, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

The warmth of his gesture melted away any lingering doubts, leaving you with a soft, glowing sensation in your chest. Max's eyes softened as he watched your reaction, clearly pleased with the effect his surprise had on you.

The room seemed to shrink, the world outside fading away as you stood there, enveloped in a bubble of shared affection and understanding.

Max stepped closer, his voice gentle and sincere. "I just wanted to make you feel appreciated because you deserve it," he said, reaching out to gently take your hand.

The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself looking up into his eyes, feeling a connection that words could scarcely capture.

Overwhelmed by the depth of emotion his gesture had stirred within you, you found yourself stepping forward, wrapping your arms around Max in a heartfelt hug. His warmth enveloped you, and for a moment, it felt as though time had stopped.

Without thinking, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, a spontaneous act that seemed to convey all the gratitude and affection words could not express.

Max's breath hitched ever so slightly, and when you pulled back, his eyes were shining with a mix of surprise and happiness.

He gazed at you with a softness that made your heart flutter, and it was clear that the moment had deepened the bond between you. "Thank you, Max," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion. "For everything."

Max smiled, a tender expression that spoke volumes, and he squeezed your hand reassuringly. The two of you stood there, silently promising each other that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

"I got you your favorite chocolates," Max muttered, a shy smile playing on his lips. You looked at him, puzzled.

"But they don't make them here?" you replied, confusion evident in your voice.

Max's smile widened as he watched the realization dawn on your face. "I had them specially ordered," he explained. "I know how much you love them, and I wanted to do something that would truly make you happy."

Your eyes widened in surprise as you processed his words. The effort and thoughtfulness behind his gesture left you speechless. "Max, I can't believe you went through all that trouble just for me," you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

He stepped closer, his hand still holding yours. "You're worth it," he replied softly. The sincerity in his eyes made your heart swell with gratitude and affection, solidifying the special bond that had formed between you.

Eventually, the two of you left the room and went to sit with each other on the sofa, leaving only a small space between you. The TV was on, but after ten minutes, neither of you was paying attention to it.

The quiet murmur of the show served as a background to your own thoughts and the unspoken emotions hanging in the air.

You glanced at Max, catching his eye, and he smiled softly, a silent acknowledgment of the shared moment. It felt as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of you in this bubble of newfound connection.

You decided to try Lily's theory. "Max, there is something on your face," you muttered, not waiting for him to respond as you cupped his face with your hand.

He blinked in surprise, a puzzled look crossing his features as you gently brushed your thumb across his cheek. "What is it?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's nothing," you replied, your eyes locking onto his. "I just wanted an excuse to be closer to you."

A blush spread across Max's cheeks, and he chuckled softly, the sound a mixture of relief and amusement. "You don't need an excuse," he murmured, leaning into your touch.

He closed his eyes and leaned against your hand, his breathing steady and calm. The warmth of his skin against your palm sent a comforting shiver down your spine.

You could feel the unspoken words that lingered in the air, the depth of emotions that neither of you had fully expressed yet. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a quiet understanding that spoke volumes more than any words could.

As the night wore on, the comforting presence of Max and the emotional weight of the evening began to take their toll. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep on the couch, cradled by the warmth of the moment.

The last thing you remembered was the gentle rise and fall of Max's chest beside you, and the soft hum of the TV creating a soothing lullaby.

When you awoke, the first thing you noticed was the lingering scent of Max on the throw blanket draped over you. It was a mix of his cologne and something uniquely him, a smell that brought an immediate sense of comfort.

You blinked, trying to shake off the grogginess, and realized that Max was no longer beside you.

The room was quiet now, the TV turned off, and a sense of emptiness replaced the warmth that had been there earlier. . . .

The long-anticipated day had finally arrived: Max's birthday celebration. Although Max had expressed a desire for a low-key gathering, his friends Lando and Charles had other plans.

They were determined to throw him a memorable bash, and before he knew it, you found yourself hailing a taxi to a trendy club that promised an extravagant night. As the city lights blurred past the window, you felt a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling within you.

What if Max didn’t enjoy the party? What if he felt overwhelmed? These thoughts raced through your mind as you approached the club, its vibrant atmosphere pulsating with music and laughter.

Stepping out of the taxi, you hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of uncertainty. The entrance loomed ahead, and the thrumming bass from inside made your heart race.

Just as you were about to gather your courage and walk in alone, you spotted a familiar figure leaning casually against the wall, seemingly lost in thought.

It was Max, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a hint of contemplation. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, and without thinking, you called out, "Max! What are you doing out here? Aren't you supposed to be inside celebrating?"

Your voice cut through the noise, and you watched as his expression shifted from one of mild annoyance to a bright, welcoming smile.

"I was waiting for you, of course," Max replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. The tension in your chest eased as he stepped closer, the warmth of his presence making the bustling club feel a little less intimidating.

"I thought I’d give you a chance to make a grand entrance," he teased, nudging you playfully.

You laughed, feeling the camaraderie between you two. "Well, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. I was just trying to muster the courage to walk in there," you admitted, gesturing toward the club.

Max chuckled, shaking his head. "You know I’d never let you face this alone. Let’s go in together. It’s my birthday, and I want you to enjoy it as much as I do."

As you both stepped inside, the club's vibrant energy enveloped you. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting colorful patterns across the dance floor where people moved rhythmically to the beat of the music.

The air was thick with the scent of cocktails and the sound of laughter, and you could see Charles at the bar while Lando was being the DJ, waving enthusiastically as soon as he spotted you.

You made your way through the crowd with Max by your side, feeling a little more at ease with each step. As you approached the bar, Charles greeted you with a wide grin and a raised eyebrow.

"Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence," he teased, his eyes darting between you and Max. "I was starting to think you two had run off for a private celebration of your own."

Max rolled his eyes playfully, nudging you with his elbow. "Oh, come on, Charles. You know we wouldn't miss your expertly mixed cocktails for anything," he retorted, reaching for a drink that Charles had just finished preparing.

You laughed, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks as Charles gave you a knowing wink. "Just saying, you two seem pretty inseparable tonight,"

Charles added with a chuckle. "But I'm glad you're here. Now let's get this party started!"

As you navigated through the bustling crowd, you felt a warm sense of connection as Max's fingers intertwined with yours. It was a surprising gesture, one that felt so unlike the sober Max you knew, who typically kept his distance in social situations.

Yet here he was, leading you through the throng of partygoers with an air of confidence that seemed to defy his usual demeanor.

"Can you believe I actually agreed to this?" he chuckled, glancing back at you with a playful smirk.

You could see the hint of discomfort in his eyes, but he was trying to make the best of it, and you admired him for that.

Max had been thrust into the role of the gracious host, forced to thank each guest for attending his birthday celebration, even though he had made it clear he wasn’t keen on the idea of a party in the first place.

"Thanks for coming! It means a lot," he said, his voice dripping with a forced cheerfulness as he greeted a group of friends. You could see the strain behind his smile, and it made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

"You’re doing great," you whispered encouragingly, squeezing his hand tighter. He shot you a grateful glance, and for a moment, the weight of the party seemed to lift just a little.

As the night wore on, the inevitable questions began to surface. "So, are you two dating?" one of Max's friends asked, a teasing glint in their eye. Max's response was quick, a playful grin spreading across his face.

"Oh, absolutely! We’re planning a wedding next week," he joked, his tone light but his eyes darting to you for a reaction. You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a rush of warmth at the thought. "Or maybe we’ll just stick to being best friends," he added, shifting the conversation away with a wink.

You felt a mix of amusement and affection for him, knowing that beneath the humor, there was a genuine bond forming between you two, one that was becoming increasingly hard to define.

You liked Max more than you cared to admit, and each shared smile or inside joke only deepened that feeling. His ability to switch from playful banter to genuine warmth made your heart flutter in ways you hadn’t experienced before.

Tonight, seeing him step out of his comfort zone for the sake of others, you admired his resilience and adaptability. It was a side of him you rarely saw, but one that made you appreciate him even more.

As the party continued, you found yourself gravitating towards him, drawn by an invisible thread of mutual understanding and unspoken feelings. Every touch, every shared glance, seemed charged with a new, electric energy.

You wondered if he felt it too, or if you were simply projecting your own hopes onto the night.

Either way, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something significant was unfolding between you, something that went beyond the confines of friendship.

As the evening unfolded, you found yourself nursing a drink, careful not to indulge too much. The last thing you wanted was to wake up the next day regretting a bold confession of your feelings for Max.

The thought of revealing your heart to him sent a shiver down your spine, but the atmosphere was electric, and you could feel the tension building.

Lando, Charles, and a few others were gathered around, their laughter echoing through the room as they engaged in a lively game of truth or dare.

You were lost in your thoughts, contemplating the fine line between friendship and something more, when suddenly, a light tap on your shoulder jolted you back to reality.

“Hey, it’s your turn! Truth or dare?” Lando’s voice rang out, playful and teasing, pulling you from your reverie. You glanced around the circle, the eager faces of your friends urging you to make a choice.

“Um, dare,” you replied, a mix of excitement and apprehension bubbling within you. You felt a rush of adrenaline, as if the game itself was daring you to step outside your comfort zone.

Lando’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, clearly relishing the moment. “I dare you to sit on Max’s lap for the rest of the night and kiss him,” he declared, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

Your heart raced at the suggestion, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes on you, waiting for your reaction. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and thrill coursing through your veins.

Max, sitting just a few feet away, looked equally surprised, his expression a blend of curiosity and amusement. ��You heard him,” you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

With a deep breath, you made your way over to Max, your heart pounding in your chest. As you settled onto his lap, the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in that electrifying moment.

The laughter of your friends faded into the background as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his, igniting a spark that had been waiting to be unleashed.

Max immediately cupped your cheek with one hand, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through you, while his other hand rested on your waist, pulling you a little closer.

The connection between you was undeniable, a magnetic force that neither of you could resist.

His lips pressed against yours with a tenderness that made your heart flutter, and for a moment, it felt as though time had stopped.

As you pulled back slightly, your eyes met his, and an unspoken understanding passed between you. The room erupted in cheers and applause, but their sounds were distant, muffled by the intensity of the moment you shared.

Max's eyes held a newfound softness, a hint of vulnerability that mirrored your own.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"Max, you're drunk. You don't mean that," you dismissed his words with a nervous laugh, though your heart was pounding even harder at his confession.

You tried to brush it off, convincing yourself it was just the alcohol talking, but the sincerity in his eyes made it difficult to ignore. Your mind raced, torn between the desire to believe him and the fear of what it might mean if he was telling the truth.

Max's hand remained on your waist, holding you in place as he shook his head slowly. "No, I mean it," he insisted, his voice steady despite the slight slur of intoxication.

"I've always felt something for you, but I never had the courage to say it. Tonight just gave me the push I needed."

The vulnerability in his gaze was unmistakable, and in that moment, you realized that perhaps the alcohol had simply loosened his tongue, allowing him to finally voice what had been in his heart all along.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked into his earnest eyes, and you felt a wave of emotions crash over you. "Max," you began softly, "I've felt it too, but I was always too scared to admit it."

His grip on you tightened slightly, a silent encouragement, and you continued, "Maybe we should talk about this when we're both sober, but I don't want to ignore what we're feeling right now."

"Will you say the same thing tomorrow?" Max asked, his voice tinged with fear. You could feel the weight of his question, the uncertainty that mirrored your own.

"I promise, I'll still feel the same," you replied softly, your heart hammering in your chest. "But let's give ourselves a chance to wake up and see if this moment is just as real in the light of day."

"Tomorrow, you might just earn yourself a girlfriend," you added with a playful smirk, trying to lighten the mood. Max's eyes sparkled with a mixture of hope and relief.

"Want to get a taste of her before the night ends?" you asked, leaning in closer.

The tension melted away as he pulled you into another kiss, this one filled with a newfound certainty. The world around you faded once more, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared emotions and possibilities.

"Get a room!" Lando yelled from across the bar, his voice cutting through the intimate moment. Max didn't miss a beat, raising his hand to give Lando the middle finger while still kissing you.

You couldn't help but laugh against his lips, the absurdity of the situation adding a light-hearted touch to the intense emotions swirling between you.

As you finally pulled away, both of you breathless and grinning, Max's eyes held a promise of tomorrow. "Let's get out of here," he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

"I want to spend the rest of my birthday with you, just us." You nodded, your heart full and your mind clear for the first time in a long while.

Together, you made your way out, hand in hand, ready to face whatever the morning would bring. . . .