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Aftermath - Chapter 2

When Lando leaves you heartbroken after you get tired of trying to make nothing into something for far too long, Max steps in to help you pick up the pieces.

warnings: this chapter contains language and descriptions that illustrate abuse (mental and emotional). lando is abusive, full stop but like many survivors of abuse, it takes reader a bit to claw herself out of this. as a survivor of abuse myself, I am doing my best to give this story line the most respect and care that i can. please don't engage with my work if you find any of the topics triggering. my sincerest apologies for not putting this in the warnings at first. lando is, once again, an absolute asshole in this. sorry bubs. swearing. i'd also like to point out that this is a character i am writing, i in no way am insinuating or implying the real lando is like this in any way. pairing: max verstappen x leclercsister!reader word count: 4k

Chapter 1 Master List

“You didn’t have to walk me home, you know. It’s only a few blocks.” You tell Max as you press into his side, shivering against the cold breeze of the Monaco night. It had been warm when you left the apartment earlier that evening but now the air held a chill that had you wishing you had taken Carles up on his offer to drive you back home. 

Around you, the city buzzes, a hive of activity on a Friday night but the extent of your world consists of only you and Max. 

“Of course I did. It’s late and cold and there was no way you were walking home alone.” 

“Max, we live in Monaco, I’m perfectly safe.” You joke but secretly, you’re glad Max had offered to walk you home. 

You’d never admit it but you liked being around him, his demeanor had always been calming to you and tonight, your nerves were frayed more than usual. It was probably thanks to the whispers you had heard at the gallery, asking not so quietly where Lando was as you walked around and spoke to the guests. He had never showed up and while you were disappointed he hadn’t showed, you weren’t quite surprised either. There had been something in his tone when you left that evening that had anxiety curling your gut before you even stepped out of the apartment. You hated to even think it, but you somewhat suspected he had never planned on showing up to the show at all that night but you wouldn’t ever put a voice to those thoughts.   

“Fine then.” Max huffs, but there’s no venom in his voice. “Maybe I just wanted to spend some extra time with you, okay? I feel like we never see each other anymore.” Max lets the unsaid end of that sentence hang in the air: ‘Because you’re with Lando now.’  

Your heart aches at the truth of his words. A lot of your friendships had taken a hit over the last three years. You hadn’t meant for it to happen, but your circle had shrunk significantly since you had started dating Lando and it shocked you how you never had realized it until now. It had started small, with Lando saying he just wanted to spend the weekend only with you while he had a rare weekend off and then slowly morphed into him only wanting to spend time with his friends so if you wanted to see him you had to spend what little time you got with him with his friends as well. Slowly, your friends stopped calling and inviting you places because the answer was always the same: ‘sorry, Lando has plans this weekend and I’m going to tag along with him!’ Or just a straight up ‘no, not this time.’ 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, biting your lip as guilt creeps up your neck. “It’s been a rough year.” 

Max hates the regret that courses through him. He shouldn’t make you feel like this, shouldn’t voice his opinion of what he sees happening in front of him. He can’t help the frustration that bubbles to the surface when you talk like that though. He knows exactly where it comes from and it kills Max knowing that there is one person solely responsible for dimming that sparkle you’ve always had. 

Max stops in the middle of the sidewalk, causing a few tourists to shout in surprise when they have to dodge the Dutchman’s tall frame. A frown finds itself onto his face as he looks down at you. Your heart stutters to a stop, you’ve seen this look before and it has the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. 

“I hate when you do that.” He can’t help himself, he’s kept his peace for far too long but the fact that  Lando missed tonights show has been burning a hole in his chest all night and the embers were about to flare to life. 

Panic squeezes at your chest. Around you, people are shooting glances your way as you both stand in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. You only have a few moments before someone notices it is you and Max Verstappen and start taking pictures. Pictures that will inevitably show up on some gossip instagram account and cause you more trouble than they’re worth. 

“Do what?” Despite your desire to not be seen arguing with Max, you can’t help the question that slips out. 

“When you apologize for things that aren’t your fault. Anyone with eyes can see who the problem is in your relationship and it’s not you, Dovie.” Max’s words come out more harsher than they intend and he knows he’s approaching a line that probably shouldn’t be crossed tonight. 

You can’t bring your eyes up to meet Max’s heated gaze but you can feel him looking at you. Those blue eyes you used to think you could get lost in when you were younger. Before everything changed. Before you met Lando and he swept you right off your feet. 

“Charles told me about the apartment.” Max confesses. Maybe if you know you have others supporting your decision to leave, it’ll make it easier. He hopes that his support would mean something to you.

Your stomach plummets to your toes, cheeks burning red with shame. “Charles should keep his big mouth shut.” You bite out, fists working themselves into a ball at your sides. 

Max’s eyes narrow at your outburst. There was the fire that you’d been missing. Something in Max heaves a sigh of relief, you’re still in there. You’re on the cusp of getting that fire back and Max can almost see you reach for it deep in the pit of your belly. You’re so close to the edge and Max knows you well enough to know when to back off.  

“I’m sorry.” He holds his hands up in surrender. “I won’t press. I just wanted you to know that I miss you.” 

Max momentarily wonders if he’s gone too far when he sees tears well up in your eyes. His heart squeezes at the thought of being the one to make you cry. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do.” You sob, no longer caring who sees you or what could possibly make it back to Lando. “I know you’re friends with him and I shouldn’t put you in the middle of our mess.” 

Max’s brows knit together in confusion. The fact that you would question his loyalty to you over Lando simply baffles him. “I’ve been in your life longer than I’ve known Lando and you’ll be in my life long after he’s gone.” Max lets that last sentence hang in the air, the prophecy of his words clinging to your skin. 

“Max.” You whisper, floored by the fierceness of his tone and the sincerity of his words. 

Panic claws at him. He’s gone too far, revealed too much. He can’t do that with you now, not when you’re already so fragile. You don’t need that from him and he knows it. Back off, something in him orders and alarm bells clang to life. 

“All I’m saying is,” Max keeps his tone deliberately light. “If you need a friend to talk to, I’m here. Always.” 

You nod, appreciating how he backed off when he saw you panicking. 

Max takes your elbow before turning you around, pointing you in the direction of your apartment. “Come on, let’s get you home, okay?” 

As Max walks you the rest of the way home, Lando is still set up in his gaming room playing Tarkov with Max on his stream. As they begin another raid, Lando notices Max’s stream start to pick up at a much faster pace than it’s been running all evening. He’s been streaming for hours now, since before you left the apartment and while he knows the opening should be wrapping up right about now, he has a hard time caring. Those things are always so boring and he never understands the art, even if it is nice to be photographed out with you and your brothers. 

“What is this link everyone’s spamming chat? You all know if you start spamming, we’re going to mute you.” Max asks, frustration evident in his voice. 

Lando glances over at the chat screen on his second monitor and sees his name flying by along with what looks like an instagram link. He knows he shouldn’t click on dodgy links but curiosity gets the best of him because at the same time the chat starts to explode, so do his notifications from Instagram. “The fuck?” He mumbles, ignoring Max who is reading the chat as they come in. 

“First Verstappen steals your championship, now he’s stealing your girl? Chat, what the fuck are you all on about?” 

Lando can feel the heat rising in his face and he’s instantly thankful that he’s got his video off. He mutes himself quickly too before texting Max, who is desperately trying to regain control of the chat. The link finally opens and Lando nearly drops his phone. He’s been tagged in a series of photos that show you and Max walking out of the gallery together, then you two stopped in the middle of the sidewalk embracing with you clearly looking upset, and then a final one showing you two walking away together. 

Anger flares bright and sharp in his chest as he looks at the photos. You’re making him look like a fool, galavanting around town with the likes of Max Verstappen late at night, especially after all he went thorough with Max last season. What the fuck were you thinking?

“Alright, chat I think that’s going to be the end of the stream tonight. This is why we can’t have nice things!” 

Max ends the stream without a second thought, knowing that Lando is going to be incandescent with rage after seeing those photos and reading all the comments. 

f1.gossip.source posted

f1.gossip.source First he steals the championship, now it looks like Max Verstappen is making a play for @/lando's girl. Uh ooooooh... user9928 I mean, she looked pretty upset in the other pictures I saw leaving the gallery. Lando didn't show to support her so... user298 paddock bunnies gonna bunny >>>user223 she's literally known Max almost her entire life??? user110 this isn't a thing...her and Max have been friends for YEARS. Leave the poor girl alone user1008 lando's loss, she's amazing. user918 idk but if my girl got caught getting a kiss from another guy, I'd go scorched earth >>>user028 SERIOUSLY I am floored by the people defending her??? Like??? >>>user928 maybe if Lando showed up for his girlfriend, Max wouldn't have had to step in and comfort her...?

As Lando struggles to come to grips with what he just saw, you and Max are standing in the lobby of your apartment as you desperately search for your keys. “Fuck, I think I forgot my keys upstairs.” 

“Just give Lando a call, I’m sure he’s still up.” 

You shrug, cheeks heating. “He sometimes gets tunnel vision when he’s streaming and forgets to check his phone.” You admit, not wanting to go more into detail because you know how bad it’ll sound if you have to tell Max that sometimes Lando will completely ignore you while he’s streaming. What you also don’t tell him is that this has happened to you before and all three times, you’d had to spend the night at either Jade or Charles’ house because he had been on stream so late you had nearly fallen asleep in the hallway. 

Max levels a glare at you, unable to believe what you’re saying. “Well, lets both go up then and maybe we can get his attention by knocking.” 

Anxiety ripples through you as Max starts off towards the elevators, giving you no other choice but to follow him. It’s a quiet ride up to your floor as you fidget with the hem of your shirt, unable to even attempt to make small talk with Max. You know the facade of your entire relationship is about to be lifted right in front of one of your oldest friends and you don’t quite know how to make it stop. 

When you raise your hand to knock, your heart hammers in your chest so wildly you momentarily worry Max is going to be concerned for your health. Much to your surprise, it only takes a few short moments for the door to swing open so fast you nearly stumble back. 

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Lando spits when his eyes land on Max. The venom in his voice is so shocking you need to take a step away, unintentionally stepping closer to Max, which seems to set Lando off even more. Rage flares in his eyes at your proximity to his on-track rival. 

“That’s a wild way to say ‘hey man, thanks for walking my girlfriend home in the dark because I couldn’t be bothered to show up to her art show’ but you’re welcome.” Max grits out, taking one step closer to you as if he might need to get between you and Lando. 

Tension hangs thick between the three of you as Lando seethes where he stands in the door. 

“Max, it’s okay.” You whisper, shame lighting a painful spark of fire deep in your chest. This was going to get out of control so quickly. 

“No, it’s not and you know it.” Max turns back to Lando now, eyes blazing with a level of anger that is miles more intense than the look Lando is giving you. “And why the fuck are you coming at her so hot? All I did was walk her home.” 

Lando scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Because this was just posted by almost a dozen gossip accounts and was being spammed all over Fewtrell’s chat while we were streaming.” 

You take the phone Lando is brandishing in your face and go pale. The carousel of photos in the new post are pretty damning, you have to admit but you would have thought that your boyfriend of all people would know better than to blindly believe a series of grainy photos above trusting his own girlfriend. 

“Lando…” You sooth, arm reaching out to touch his elbow. You wince when he pulls away from you. “You of all people should know how those things are twisted. Max was just walking me home and we were talking, that’s it.” 

“But why was he hugging you?” He shows you the third picture of Max hugging you after you had started crying out on the street. You had to admit you were kind of impressed with how fast those photos got out, but it was Monaco after all and you hand’t exactly been discreet when you were upset with Max. 

“Because she was upset you didn’t show up for her. Again!” Max shouts and you flinch.

 The words slice a fresh wound across your heart. The fact that Max knew that this wasn’t the first time upsets you more than you think it should. You’re not entirely sure why Max’s opinion of you matters so much but you’re not quite willing to examine those feelings yet. 

Lando’s glare swings away from you and back onto Max. “Because I’ve been to a million of them and they’re all the same. Same pretentious people pretending they have taste. Once you’ve been to one you’ve been to them all.” 

The words that come out of your boyfriend’s mouth have you audibly gasping, hand flying to your throat. “Lando.” You whisper, pain and shock coursing through your voice. 

You swear you feel a brush of fingertips on the small of your back but the touch is so light and so quick you think you’ve imagined it. 

Something flickers behind your boyfriend’s eyes then and it’s almost like he realizes he’s gone a step too far. His shoulders sag and he shakes his head. “I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry baby.” Lando reaches for you and before you can step away, he pulls you into his chest. He doesn’t miss the way you stiffen in his embrace though and neither does Max. “Please come inside and we can talk about it alone, okay?” He whispers, glaring at Max, clearly dismissing him. 

The way his arms used to feel around you was comforting, you’d seek his affection when you were anxious or upset and he would always take care of you but somewhere along the line, the affection you craved stopped being handed out so easily. Now, you craved it but only because if he was touching you it meant he wasn’t mad at you and maybe this time it would be different. Every time he showed you this kind of affection you hoped that this would be the time he would change. 

It never was. 

“Thank you for walking me home, Max. I’m sorry you got dragged into this.” 

Worry lines crease the spot between his brows as he frowns. Everything in his body is screaming to put up a fight and not let you go inside with Lando. He knows if Charles were here and had just witnessed what he had, there was no way Lando would be leaving this building in anything other than a body bag but he wasn’t Charles and he didn’t have any entitlement to you. He wanted to fight but you weren’t his to fight for. 

“Call me if you need anything, okay Dovie?” 

Lando’s arms tighten around you at the nickname. He hates it and Max knows it. “She won’t need to, I’ve got her.” 

“You sure about that, mate?” Max asks, one brow tipping up in question. 

Without waiting for a reply, Max turns on his heel and walks towards the elevator. In his pocket, his fingers curl around his phone because the moment he gets out of the building he knows exactly who he’s going to be calling: Charles. 

As soon as Max leaves and your behind closed doors, the mask slips again. 

“What the fuck were you thinking, walking home with Max fucking Verstappen? And hugging him?” Lando is pacing the floor of your living room as you stand there, helpless to say anything against his raging. 

It’s usually like this when he gets angry with you and you’ve gotten good at being quiet while he rages. You have to let him work out all the anger and eventually you know he’ll calm down and apologizes for losing his temper. You’ve seen this before and you know exactly what to do, how to humor the angry beast that has surfaced once again. 

“Lando, it wasn’t like that and you know it.” You fight to keep the exasperation out of your voice, knowing that would just set him off even more. “I was alone, my brothers were going in the opposite direction, and Max offered. That’s it! It was completely innocent.” Despite yourself, you try to reason with him.

“You should have just gone home with your brothers then instead of putting yourself in that position.” He snaps and you glare at him. 

“You would have rather me not slept here at home tonight than take an offer from a friend to walk me home? All because you didn’t follow through with what you said you’d do?” 

You know you’re pushing him and Lando doesn’t like to be pushed. Your conversation with Charles two weeks ago flickers through your mind. How you deserve better and it strikes you then that everyone but you can see it. Everyone around you, everyone that loves you can see how bad he is for you, how poorly he treats you and how much you’ve changed since you started dating him. 

You supposed that if you had changed for the better, maybe everyone who loved you wouldn’t have anything to say. Don’t people change for the people they love all the time? You were sure they did but you weren’t sure you liked the change you saw in yourself anymore. You couldn’t fight it, this change that felt like you were wearing shoes that were three sizes too small for your feet. Like you had outgrown yourself in a way that wasn’t okay and you somehow needed to find your way back to who you were before Lando. Before he broke you. 

“And avoid you causing social media chaos that I’m going to be dealing with for weeks now?” Lando sneers, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks down his nose at you. “Yeah, absolutely.” 

You laugh, cold and bitter, as you shake your head. “Thats real nice Lan, real nice.” 

“I’m just saying. Now the rumor mills are going to start up again. Whenever you’re at a race, people will be watching to see if you’re with Max again. Or maybe next time it’ll be Lewis. Or maybe you want to go a bit younger? Get a ‘friendly escort home’ from one of the rookies? I’m sure Franco would love to try his hand with you. My girlfriend, the paddock bunny being passed around.” 

The ache in your chest grows as he chooses his words carefully, barbed and sharp as glass, so they hit their intending target, cutting through you like butter and causing mortal damage.

“You don’t have to be so mean.” You whisper. “I’m sorry that the pictures hurt your feelings and were taken out of context but you don’t have to be so mean.” 

Tears threaten to spill and you will them to stop, knowing that will only fuel Lando’s fire. He loves when he upsets you like this, when he gets to tell you what a drama queen you are. Just like your brother, he would say, always whining and crying on the radio about how Carlos wasn’t being a team player and letting him win when he didn’t deserve it. 

“If I’m not the one to give you a reality check, then who will? Your entire family has coddled you for your entire life and you think you deserve some level of respect that you haven’t earned. If you deserved that kind of respect, you would have gone home with your brothers or walked home alone. People who deserve respect don’t put their relationships in jeopardy because they’re afraid to be alone at night.” 

“Put our relationship in jeopardy?” You laugh again, rolling your eyes at the audacity of what Lando is saying. “Lan, you really are being a bit over dramatic here, don’t you think? I’m sure the PR department at McLaren will take care of this by the next race, no big deal.” 

Lando laughs, dark and bitter as he takes a step towards you. You have to fight the urge not to flinch when he gets closer to you. Deep down, you know he’d never raise a hand to you but it’s hard to remember that when he gets in your face like this. “Now you expect McLaren to clean up your mess?” He hisses. “God, you really are a spoiled little girl, aren’t you?” 

“I’m just trying to find a solution to the problem that I seem to have caused.” You snap back, courage flaring in your chest as you stand up a little straighter. Max’s words from earlier play back in your head: ‘anyone with eyes can see who the problem is in your relationship’. “What if I come to the next race? If the two of us turn up in the paddock together, that will help quiet the rumors, don’t you think?” 

Lando narrows his eyes, “So you can get more attention from Max? Absolutely not. I’ll have McLaren handle this, okay? Just forget about it.” 

You want to scream at his solution because it was the same exact thing you had literally just suggested and been laughed at. But that was the way Lando was. If it wasn’t his idea, it was the worst thing you could have suggested. As long as it was his idea though, it was brilliant and the perfect solution to everything that was wrong. You should have anticipated this coming but you knew it was useless to fight with him. 

All at once, your body is overcome with this total wash of exhaustion. Total mental and physical exhaustion grips at your throat and you sway on your feet. “I’m going to go to bed.” You choke you. “In the guest room.” You tack on before turning on your heel and walking away from the fight like you do every time. Lando always gets the last word and as he stands there alone in the living room he feels like he’s won this one. He’ll have to call Sophie in the morning to get her to start working on damage control but for now? For now, he’s sure you realize your mistakes and you won’t put a toe out of line like that for a long time. 

Little does he know that all he’d done tonight was push you past your breaking point. 

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Hellooooo i love your writing so so much and i wanted to see if i could request something :3

Max being completely in love with reader since he first saw her when he joined F1, she is besties with an F1 driver (if possible Checo, because i love him so) so she constantly attends races. And when Checo joins redbull Max is losing his mind because reader spends a lot of time with the team and is always cheering for RB. But when he finally gathers the courage to ask her out it turns out that reader has been in a relationship for quite a while with another driver (Lewis?). You can choose if this has a happy ending or not (hehe i know you love some angst). Anyways, thank u in advance!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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you said angst and the ending being up to me?? 3940 words buckle up this is intense. if you are ever in a situation like this please don’t hesitate to reach out and get help and always remember you are enough!!

tw-: emotional abuse, suicidal thoughts, suicide, abusive relationship

Max Verstappen had always kept his feelings for you hidden, tucked away deep inside where no one could see them. His focus was always on racing, on winning, on being the best. But that didn’t mean his feelings for you were any less real. Every time he saw you, whether you were laughing with Checo in the garage or talking to the crew, it felt like his heart beat a little faster.

You were always there for the team, always cheering them on with that infectious smile of yours. But Max couldn’t shake the way you made him feel. You made him feel something more, something that wasn’t just about racing, something raw, real. The problem was, Max had kept his distance. He didn’t want to complicate things. You were Checo’s best friend.

You were also with Lewis, the man everyone thought you were happy with.

And so, Max kept it buried.

Max Verstappen had always buried his emotions deep inside. He was used to shutting them out, focusing solely on racing, on winning. But there was something about you that changed him, even when he didn’t want to admit it.

Every glance you shot him, every smile you gave him, tore at his heart. You were the kind of person that made everything feel brighter, even when the world around you was dark. But you were with Lewis. TheLewis Hamilton. The man who had everything. The man who seemed perfect in every way.

You were his.

Max watched helplessly, unable to do anything but be on the sidelines as you lost pieces of yourself to the toxic relationship you had with Lewis. He could see it in the way you shrank under his harsh words, the way your smile faded, how you walked on eggshells, always trying to please him, trying to live up to an impossible standard.

But it was never enough.

Each time Max saw you with Lewis, it was like watching a light slowly die. You were no longer the radiant person he had met. You were broken piece by piece under the weight of Lewis’s cruel words. Max could see it. He could feel it in the air. But nothing could stop the train wreck of your relationship. You were in too deep.

One night, after a disastrous race, Max overheard a conversation between you and Lewis. He wasn’t supposed to hear it, but the words cut through the air like knives.

Lewis stood in front of you in the hotel suite, his posture tense, his jaw clenched with anger. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” he spat, his voice venomous. “I work my ass off to keep us on top, and what do I get from you? Nothing.”

You recoiled, shrinking back from him, eyes wide with fear. “I—I’m sorry, Lewis. I’ve been trying, I promise. I just—”

“No,” Lewis interrupted, his voice rising. “You’re trying to get his attention, aren’t you? Max’s? You think I don’t see it? You think I don’t know what’s going on when you look at him like that?” He sneered, his hands balling into fists. “You’ll never be good enough for me. You’re just a distraction. You always have been. You’ll never live up to the woman I need by my side. You can’t even keep up.”

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t say anything.

“Get out of my sight,” Lewis snapped. “You’re lucky I even tolerate you. You make me look weak with your useless, pathetic attempts. I need someone who’s perfect. Not some broken little girl who can’t even handle the pressure.”

The words stung, not just because they were cruel, but because they were true in Lewis’s eyes. You were nothing but a disappointment to him, and he made sure you felt it every damn day.

Max stood there, frozen, his heart breaking with every word that Lewis spat. He had always known that something was wrong, but hearing it laid bare was another level of pain altogether. He wanted to run to you, to pull you away from that toxic environment, but you were already too far gone and went willing to accept any help. You were so deep in it that you couldn’t even see the damage it was doing.

In the following weeks, things got worse. You became a shadow of yourself, constantly apologizing for things you didn’t do, shrinking whenever Lewis looked at you with that cold, disappointed gaze. It was clear to Max that your mental health was deteriorating. You barely smiled anymore, and when you did, it was a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

One night, after a particularly heated argument with Lewis, Max found you sitting alone in the garage. The chaos of the race weekend had faded, but you were still there, staring blankly at the empty cars.

“Hey,” Max said softly, sitting beside you. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you, but the words felt like they would fail him. He knew the damage was already done.

You didn’t respond at first. You just stared straight ahead, your arms wrapped around yourself in a protective posture. After a long silence, you spoke, your voice barely audible.

“Why does he hate me, Max? Why does he always make me feel like I’m not enough?” You choked on the words, tears streaming down your face as your shoulders shook with quiet sobs. “I try so hard. I give him everything, and it’s still never enough. I’m just a failure.”

Max’s heart shattered. He wanted to tell you that you weren’t a failure, that you were enough, but the words felt hollow. You wouldn’t believe them. He could see that. He had no power to fix the broken pieces of you. But he couldn’t leave you like this.

“You’re more than enough,” Max snapped, his voice suddenly raw with emotion. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. The frustration, the anger, the ache he had been hiding it all came flooding out. “You’re everything, okay? You’ve always been enough. You’ve always been enough for me.”

But you just shook your head, the tears falling faster now, as though they had been dammed up for too long. “I don’t know how to be strong anymore. I don’t know who I am. I’ve lost myself trying to be someone I’m not, and I can’t go back.”

Max felt his throat tighten. He wanted to kiss away the pain, to hold you and promise you that things would get better, but he knew deep down that there was nothing he could do. You were already lost in your fight with yourself.

The relationship with Lewis continued to deteriorate. Every interaction with him was more toxic than the last. He belittled you, criticized you, and made you feel worthless. Every fight, every cruel comment chipped away at your self-worth. You were drowning.

Max watched it all, powerless. He tried to be there for you, but you were retreating further into yourself. And then, one day, it happened.

It was after another argument with Lewis, one that had been particularly vicious. Max had seen the way Lewis had grabbed your wrist, the way he shoved you against a wall in a fit of anger. You looked smaller and smaller every day. Max tried to intervene, but Lewis was quick to shut him down.

“Stay out of it, Max. You don’t know her like I do,” Lewis sneered.

That night, you couldn’t take it anymore. The weight of the years of verbal and emotional abuse finally broke you. Alone in the dark, the suffocating pressure, the fear, and the pain it all became too much to bear.

You were dead the following morning.

Max arrived at the hotel for a race weekend, excited to see you. But when he knocked on your door, no one answered. He knocked again, growing more worried. Something felt off. Max didn’t wait. He used the spare key and entered.

What he saw shattered him beyond words.

You were lying on the floor, cold, your lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. The pain in your face was enough to crush anyone’s soul. Max’s breath caught in his throat as he rushed to you, shaking you gently, but there was nothing.

He knew. He knew it was too late.

The investigation that followed confirmed what Max had already feared. You had taken your own life. The toxic relationship, the pressure to be perfect, the constant emotional abuse it had all been too much. And it was Lewis’s cruel words that had driven you to this point.

Max was shattered. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t understand how the person he loved had been taken away so cruelly, so senselessly. He blamed himself. He blamed Lewis. And he hated himself for not doing more, for not getting through to you sooner.

The news of your death hit the F1 world hard. It sent shockwaves through the paddock, and everyone knew what had happened and how toxic and abusive Lewis had been toward you. The whispers of his cruelty filled the air, but it was too late. You were gone, and Max was left with nothing but the crushing weight of his love for you and the guilt that would haunt him forever.

He would never forgive himself for not saving you. And as for Lewis? He was left isolated. No one in the F1 community could look at him the same way again. His toxic words, his control, and his manipulation had all led to your death, and there was no coming back from that. He was consumed with guilt, but it didn’t matter. You were gone. And no apology, no regret, could change that.

Max left the F1 world, unable to continue racing knowing that you were no longer there. His heart had been shattered, and he had lost the one person who had ever made him feel anything more than just a driver.

In the end, Max’s love for you was never enough. And the world would never be the same without you.

The months following your death felt like a never-ending cycle of pain for Max. He could feel the weight of your absence in every corner of his life. Every victory, every race, every moment of fame he had ever dreamed of, it all felt hollow. You had been his constant, the one person who made him feel alive beyond the racetrack. And now, you were gone.

But what cut him the deepest was the indifference from the one person who should have felt your loss just as deeply. it was Lewis Hamilton.

Lewis was the man you had been with before, the one who had gotten under your skin, the one who had promised you things he never intended to keep. But instead of showing any kind of remorse after your death, Lewis had moved on like nothing had happened. He continued racing, continued his life as if he didn’t just lose the person who had once meant everything to him.

Max couldn’t understand it. He saw the way Lewis spoke about you behind closed doors, how he belittled you, how he acted like you were nothing but a distraction. But after your passing? Lewis never took responsibility for the toxic environment he had created for you. In fact, he kept going, acting like it was you who had been the problem all along.

Max was struggling to keep his emotions in check. He had stayed quiet for months, biting his tongue, letting the pain consume him. But the anger? That was building slowly, steadily. Every time he saw Lewis’s smug face, every time he heard him laugh with the same confidence, as if he were a footnote in his life, it made Max’s blood boil.

The tipping point came one night, during a private event in the paddock. Max had been watching from a distance as Lewis interacted with the media and the crowd, and it was as though nothing had changed. Max’s hands were clenched at his sides as he stood there, his chest tight. He had to confront Lewis. He had to say something. For you. For him.

Max found Lewis standing alone by his car, looking at his phone. He looked up and smiled when he saw Max approach. “Oh, Max, what’s up?” Lewis asked, too casually, like the world was still spinning normally.

Max could feel his patience wearing thin. He took a deep breath, pushing down the urge to lash out immediately. But then Lewis said something that pushed him to the edge.

“I don’t know why people are still talking about her, honestly,” Lewis said with a shrug, his voice tinged with annoyance. “She was just too… fragile. I told her the pressure was too much. She couldn’t handle it, and she never would have.”

Max’s eyes narrowed, his stomach twisting with disgust. It was the same tone, the same arrogance, as if you had been nothing but an inconvenience to him. And now that you were gone, he was still blaming you.

Max took one step forward, his jaw clenched. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

Lewis cocked his head, still looking unfazed. “What? You’re still upset about her? Man, get over it. She couldn’t handle the life. She wasn’t cut out for it. You saw that, didn’t you?”

Max’s hands trembled with rage. “She was the strongest person I’ve ever met,” he spat. “She was more than you ever deserved. You used her, Lewis. You manipulated her and made her feel like she was never enough. And now that she’s gone, you still have the nerve to act like it’s her fault?”

Lewis laughed, shaking his head. “You’re really blaming me for this? Maybe if she had been a little stronger, she would still be here.”

Max felt a wave of fury wash over him, but it wasn’t just anger anymore. It was sadness, deep and painful. The words you had heard from him, the things he had said to you that had crushed your spirit, were all coming back. Max’s heart ached, but more than that, it broke for you. You had never deserved this. And now, even in your absence, Lewis was still tearing you down.

“I can’t stand it,” Max muttered, his voice barely audible but full of raw emotion. “You really think you can just walk away, act like she was nothing? You’re still doing it, even now.”

Lewis looked at him, unfazed. “She wasn’t good enough for me, Max. You know that. I’m sorry if you’ve got a soft spot for her, but it’s the truth. She was just a chapter that didn’t work out.” He gave Max a smirk. “It’s a shame. But hey, life goes on.”

Max took a few steps forward, his face tight with anger. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to keep doing this. She was good enough. And you will never be able to erase her memory like that.”

The frustration and hurt finally bubbled to the surface. Max, exhausted from the anger, took a deep breath. “You never cared about her. She was always just a trophy to you. You never cared enough to be the man she needed.”

Max’s eyes were filled with a fierce intensity as he stood there, glaring at Lewis. “You didn’t deserve her, and you’ll never understand just how much you ruined her.” His voice dropped into a low whisper. “You broke her, and now you act like none of it matters.”

Lewis didn’t respond. He simply rolled his eyes and gave Max a dismissive wave. “Get over it, Max. She’s gone, and it’s not my fault.”

That was the moment. Max snapped. The anger that had been simmering for months, the deep ache of knowing that the person he had loved had been destroyed, came to a head. He couldn’t stay quiet any longer.

Max grabbed Lewis by the collar, pushing him hard against the car. His breath was shallow, and his heart pounded in his chest. “You’re a coward, Lewis,” he growled. “You killed her, and you won’t even own up to it. You couldn’t handle her, and you never even tried. You’ll never know how lucky you were to have had someone like her in your life.”

Lewis’s expression didn’t change. His smug smile remained, even as Max held him against the car. “Let go of me, Verstappen. You’re making a scene. You think she was some saint? She wasn’t. She was weak. You think you’re any better for her than I was?”

Max’s face turned crimson with anger. “You never understood her. You never saw her the way I did. You were always too busy with yourself to see what you had.”

Max’s anger simmered, but as he stepped back, he realized that there was no point in pushing Lewis any further. The man in front of him was still the same self-absorbed, indifferent, and too proud to see the damage he had done. Max had always tried to understand him, always thought there was some honor there. But now, with everything laid bare, Max saw just how deep the selfishness ran.

“You’ll never get it, will you?” Max asked quietly, his voice thick with sorrow. “You’ll never understand just how much she gave, how much she sacrificed for you.”

Lewis smirked, unfazed. “She made her choices. She wasn’t perfect, and neither was I. You think you’re better than me now? You think you have the right to judge?”

Max clenched his fists, fighting the urge to lash out. His heart was breaking, not just for the woman he had loved, but for the realization that some people, no matter how much they wished they would change, never would.

“I’m done, Lewis,” Max said, his voice almost a whisper, as if he was speaking to himself. “I’m done with all of this. Done with racing. Done with trying to make sense of any of it.”

He turned away, not even waiting for Lewis’s response. There was nothing left to say. The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of all that had been lost.

It was a decision Max had been avoiding, but now there was no denying it. The pain was too much. The sport he had once loved, the life that had once filled him with purpose, no longer mattered. Your death had shattered something inside him, and he couldn’t continue to race in a world where your memory was constantly being tainted by people like Lewis. The excitement of the track, the cheers from the fans, the trophies it all felt hollow now.

Max officially announced his retirement from Formula 1 shortly after that night. The news sent shockwaves through the racing world. Fans were stunned, media outlets speculated endlessly, but no one could truly understand the weight of Max’s decision.

Behind the cameras and the flashing lights, Max found himself living in a numb state, haunted by your absence. Every time he walked past the places where you had laughed, where you had cheered him on, it felt like he was being suffocated. The memories were both his comfort and his torment. He could still hear your voice in his mind, feel your touch, and see your smile. But you were gone

He distanced himself from everyone. The thought of facing the world without you by his side was unbearable. Racing had been his entire life, and now it had been stripped away. He wasn’t the same person. How could he be?

Weeks passed, and the press buzzed about Max’s sudden exit from Formula 1. Some speculated about his mental state; others assumed it was a temporary break. But Max knew deep down that he would never go back. Racing didn’t feel right without you.

Lewis, on the other hand, had gone on with his life as if nothing had changed. He continued his career, continued his public image, and continued to race with the same smugness that had always followed him. But Max saw through it now. The facade was crumbling, and it was clear that Lewis had never cared.

Max didn’t reach out to anyone in the racing community. He isolated himself, letting the grief consume him. The pain of losing you was overwhelming, but even worse was the realization that the man who had once been so important to you had turned his back on everything you had given him. The man who had pushed you down when you needed support was still running the race, living the life he had always wanted, pretending as though you had never mattered.

Max couldn’t let that happen. He would not let Lewis continue as though he had done nothing wrong. He would make sure everyone knew the truth.

Max sought out the media one last time. He didn’t want the attention, but he knew that this was the only way to truly honor you and make sure your story was heard the way it should have been. In a small press conference, he spoke with an intensity that had never been seen before. The reporters, stunned by his emotional state, were silent as he spoke.

“Everyone wants to know why I left the sport,” Max began, his voice steady but full of raw emotion. “The truth is, I’m not here for the glory anymore. I’m not here for the trophies. I’m not here for the fame or the fans. I’m here because we lost someone who was more important than any of that. I left because the sport, the world it wasn’t the same without her.”

He paused, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “She was kind and loving, and she gave everything she had for the people she loved. But most of all, she deserved better than what she got from some people. You know who you are.”

Max’s eyes burned with the intensity of his words as he stared straight into the cameras.

“I’m not going to let anyone forget who she was. I won’t let her be erased. And I won’t let people like Lewis Hamilton pretend they didn’t play a part in how she ended up. You all should’ve seen it. I saw it. She wasn’t perfect, but she was real. And she deserved so much better.”

The reporters were silent, stunned by the rawness of his confession. Max’s words hung in the air, his pain visible to everyone who was listening. He was finally letting the world know the truth: you were more than just a casualty in a toxic relationship. You were a person, a human being who deserved love, who deserved to be seen, and who had been taken too soon.

Max’s voice wavered as he finished, “I’m not doing this for her anymore. I’m doing it for me. And I won’t stop until people know who she really was.”

With that, Max turned and walked away, leaving behind a world that had never truly understood him, but more importantly, a world that had never understood you.

Max never returned to racing. His heart had left the sport the moment you had left his life. And with every passing day, the grief didn’t get easier. It just became something he had to carry with him, a weight that he would never be able to shed.

But he would never let your memory fade. Even in the silence of his own life, Max would always carry your spirit with him. And while he may have lost everything, one thing was certain: he would always love you, no matter what.

[dead-lights]

regency era // cents & sensibility

“Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience- or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.” ― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

cc below the cut

outfit #1

bonnet, hair, top, and skirt from regency reverie by @gilded-ghosts

earrings by @the-melancholy-maiden

outfit #2

dress from regency reverie by gilded-ghosts

earrings by @yakfarm

necklace by @batsfromwesteros

hair and flower accessory by the-melancholy-maiden

gloves by @dancemachinetrait

outfit #3

hair and flower accessory by the-melancholy-maiden

coral earrings and necklace by batsfromwesteros

dress by @happylifesims

[ourobororos]

once upon a time i wanted to draw the pokebosses all as cats and i finally got around to finishing it 😼 i like the idea of interpreting them as regular #normal cats.... some thoughts and hcs for them below the cut bc its fun to stink about

giovanni- classic tuxedo tomcat. well taken care of but spends a lot of time prowling around... kind of the leader of the local outdoor cat community. social and charming but will always win a fight if challenged

maxie- very vocal siamese... usually stays indoors but occasionally goes out + likes to roll around in dirt. standoffish and doesnt like to be pet + gets into fights constantly with the annoying tabby next door

archie- scruffy long haired tabby who spends most of his time outdoors, esp by rivers to stare at the fish... very friendly to everyone but likes picking fights with the stuck-up siamese cat next door

cyrus- exclusively indoor tiny sphynx. glares at all the outdoor cats through the window on his tall perch

ghetsis- fluffy male tortoiseshell. nobody knows where he lives, seen outside a lot but always well-groomed and well-fed. charming so you let your guard down and then he swats when you least expect it

lysandre- massive purebred maine coon... extremely pampered and only gets the royal treatment from his owners of course. rarely goes outside and is grossed out by all the outdoor cats and their dirty coats

guzma- huge scruffy tabby, rare ghost coloration. escaped his home young and became the leader of a group of feral stray cats... aggressive and REFUSES to get caught by humans without putting up a fight

lusamine- purebred ragdoll... very fancy show cat part of a line of them- never ever goes outside but likes chatting with the outdoor cats through her custom built catio screen. always showing off her kittens

rose- purebred british shorthair, very friendly but out of touch and gets picked on by the other cats due to his pampering and rarely going outdoors. skittish and picky about his food

colress- russian blue. nobody knows if hes a well taken care of stray or an outdoor housecat, but travels far and wide and never stays put for long. the cats think he and ghetsis might be from the same household(?) but nobody knows the truth

[willowcreektownie]

Since graduating high school and relocating to Willow Creek Fe has begun her first session at the premier culinary school The Culinary Institute of Simerica, headed by the distinguished Bob Pancakes. She's always had a love of baking. Now as a young adult it's time to take her passion to the next level.

| EP 2

transcript ↓

Bob Pancakes:

“Congratulations to the few of you who were good enough to make it into the most competitive culinary institute in the country.

You were chosen out of hundreds to pursue an education here in the culinary arts and for that I applaud you.

However this school is not for the weak willed, lazy, or fearful.

Here we take risks. We work long hours.

We strive for perfection.

I am here to break you, and I will take great joy in that.

Then I will remake you into a world renowned chef. You will never be better than me of course but you may get a close as anyone can.

My name is Robert Ignatius Pancakes but you know me professionally as Bob Pancakes; award winning chef and owner of the five Smichelin star restaurant A La Pancakes.

I will not bother to ask any of you your names because you are no one and you know nothing. For now.

Let’s begin.”

[cherry-leclerc]

may 18 at 11:59 PST

[adventuringblind]

Not Your Fault

Max Verstappen x Reader x Oscar piastri

Genre: Angst

Summary: Max and Oscar have to comfort their girlfriend who's hospitalized after a major crash.

Dialouge prompt: "It's not your fault"

Warnings: major crash, injury description

Notes: This is part of my 1000 follower celebration! Requests are still open for it if you would like to participate!

Masterlist

"Red flag Max, red flag." Comes GP's voice over the radio.

Something in his stomach dropped at the words. Crashing is a risk they all take every time they get into the car, but that dosen't it isn't hard when it happens.

"Who was it?" His fingers crossed. Silently begging whoever controlled fate that it was neither a McLaren nor a Ferrari. He's not sure he could handle it.

"It's a Ferrari."

"Who?"

"Y/N"

His heart dropped. She'd been called to drive in place of Carlos. The Spainard had caught Covid and was out for the entire triple header. She'd gotten a chance, and now she'd crashed out.

"Is she okay?"

"Max-"

"Is she okay, GP? Please, I need to know." His heart is beating faster then he would’ve liked, but he can’t help it.

“They haven’t gotten a response yet. Ferrari was checking to see the damage on the car but haven’t gotten a response yet-”

“They were checking on the car?!” Max’s blood is boiling as he peels into the pit lane. He rips himself out of the car as marches to where GP and Christian are presumably waiting for him. They look neutral at the moment.

Christian grabs him by the shoulders to stop him from going any further, but it doesn’t matter. The screen is replaying the crash. Something must have happened with the steering and braking because the car just didn’t slow down. It hit the wall at 200 mph. The Ferrari car is stuck in the barriers. The fence having come down on top of her, essentially burying the car underneath.

“Any word yet?” His voice breaks. eye’s still trained on the screen as it shows the Marshalls trying to pull the debris away.

“Still nothing. They lost the onboard footage and can’t see her vitals.”

Max is about to jump into a rant. His anger at Ferrari still boiling. That is - until Lando comes barreling into him. The Brit is out of breath and flushed. “Haven you looked at your phone?”

All three Redbull members stare at him in confusion. Lando looks between them expectantly. “Well somebody better get Max his phone because Oscar is about thirty seconds away from killing everyone in the Ferrari garage.”

Max runs to grab his phone and comes back to Lando who is waiting impatiently for something. Texts from Charles and Carlos about what they know, A missed call from Oscar- “I don’t see anything apart from the usual.”

Land rips the phone out of his hands and pulls up his instagram. Then he find the Ferrari page and and taps on their story. He hands the phone back with sad eyes.

Within the mess or a PR scripted excuse, one thing sticks out to him the most: ‘driver error.’ Max the pulls up Charles’ texts. His hands are shaking with the impending appearance of Mad Max.

Charles gives him the whole story. ‘Don’t believe the story! I saw the data, it was the teams fault.’

“Oscar saw this, didn’t he?”

“Kim, Jon, and Andrea are keeping him confined, but unless you want to be outed to the world I suggest you come help.”

Max looks at the screen. Still no sign of life. The car is still buried.

Then he looks to his team principal for approval. Christian nods and then the two are ducking and dodging cameras.

Oscar isn’t mad often. Rarely, even. He has so much patience for people that Max sometimes wonders where he puts it all.

He found out after the Qatar sprint. Max was getting some nasty hate. It was under every photo Redbull or himself put out. He simply put his phone away and tried not to let it bother him. Their female lover saw but knew better then to start something and decided to, and he quotes, ‘fuck the diets and eat Max’s favorite.’ Which the Dutch had been more then happy to do.

Oscar on the other hand was going to chew out every person who boo’d at max on their way to the hotel. Oscar’s anger comes in the form of harsh words and stupid actions until it turns to wet and it’s like every emotion he’d been stifling hits him all at once. Then it’s all teary eyes a cracked voices.

Max and Lando round the corner and sneak through the back of the McLaren garage. Straight into Oscars room where they are supposed to find him.

He is, in fact, nowhere to be seen.

Max makes a break for the Ferrari garage. He wants to be relieved when he sees the Australian with Charles, but he can’t be because he’s with some of the Ferrari staff as well.

He breaks the circle and sets a, hopefully calming, hand on Oscar’s shoulder. “Any news on her condition?” The men in red shoot him dirty glares as he interrupts whatever they were talking about previously.

“No.”

Okay, rude.

Charles clears his voice. “Actually, me and Oscar were just discussing her condition. They pulled her out of the car - but it doesn’t look good. The FIA might stop the race because of the barrier.”

“Thank you for the update, Charles. We’ll be going now.” Max and Lando have to drag a ver stubborn Oscar away.

They pile into Lando’s room since it’s closer and Oscar collapses. Him and Max almost topple over together. “They said it’s her fault when it’s not!”

“I know. It’s out job to make sure she knows that too. Chewing out Ferrari isn’t going to help.” At the moment, Max can’t help but finish in his head.

They take some time to calm down before heading back out. They are greeted with the news that the race has been cancelled due to the barrier meaning that the two are free to leave.

Which they do, with incredible speed.

She had to be transferred to the hospital. According to the doctor that greets them, she’ll make a full recovery but it will take a while to get there. A few broken bones, some internal bleeding, a concussion, a major gash, but she’s alive. That’s what matters.

Oscar and Max spend the night in her room. The two patiently waiting for her to wake up. Charles had dropped by with Lando to bring them her stuff and see how she’s doing. Max was happy they brought food and Lando actually took to force feeding Oscar.

They wake the next morning to quiet sniffles. Max cracks his eyes open to see her, staring at her cell that Max left on the side table, with tears streaming down her face.

He is up and alert in a second with Oscar coming to slowly. “Schat, talk to me.”

She just hands over her phone without saying anything and Max scrolls through it for a few moments. Apparently Ferrari’s statement went further then he thought. Again, they are playing the blame game.

And no, absolutely not. Max Verstappen is not the kind of man to let her believe this. He turns off the phone and tosses it aside before Oscar can see. He really doesn't need another passive-aggressive Assie incident.

"Charles saw the data. It was the car. It wasn't your fault."

"But everyone is believing it was. How am I supposed to build a career now?" She sobs. The EKG is beeping wildly with her heart.

Oscar, in his sleepy state, switches from leaning on Max to climbing into bed with her. It works like a charm, and she starts to breathe again. It's labored, but it's calming down, at least.

"You'll show them. The data will come out eventually." Oscar mumbles into her shoulder.

"And until then -" Max intertwines hands with both his lovers. "- We'll defend you because we love you."

[tarnished-but-so-gay]

Giovanni - terrorist, abusive parent

Maxie - terrorist

Archie - idiot

Cyrus - terrorist

Ghetsis - terrorist, abusive parent

Lysandre - terrorist

Lusamine - abusive parent

Rose - terrorist, abusive parent(?) kinda to Bede(?) idk I didn't play swsh

Sada/Turo - abusive parent

My conclusion is Archie did nothing wrong and he would also probably be a good dad unlike the others

[shely509]

The special event "Merkurdig: Divine Famille"was done 5 October 2024. On the occasion we have presented our new collection. And Let me introduce you to the wedding dress of the collection " 3.Wilhelmina Menschensohn " this masterpiece is made of brocard, satin ,shining pearls and feathers. And the beautiful Lady Samovar wearing it for the runway. This dress is the mix between the look of an angel and the shape of a vampire queen.

[prophetictattoo]

i did @aliengirl 's business and hobbies cas bingo and i rolled for:

the librarian, the nail artist, and the acting teacher

[verstappenf1lecccc]

mafia max origin story.

You didn’t even know when or how you ran into Max, but the fact that you did run into him meant that this was the end of your freedom.

You were almost dozing off in class while your friend complained about her toxic relationship. Seeing as your friend was not even supposed to be in one, you knew any involvement from your side would result in nothing but trouble.

You had planned to help your friend run away, far away from her family and her toxic partner, just far away from everything. It was a foolish idea, one that you should have known would get you into trouble. Alas, you just wanted to help. You fled from the university campus; your friend came from good money, meaning you had so much money you could afford to have 16 cars lined up just for security.

You made the mistake of trusting one of your other friends, Daniel. In short, you got caught, and your friend swiftly disappeared, leaving you to deal with this mess all alone. What seemed like good fortune quickly turned around once you kneed the guard to run free back into class.

Your hair was messy, eyes erratic, and breathing even worse.

You tried to blend into the classroom of around 100 students, opting to sit right at the back behind the projector. You were praying to whoever was listening that no one would find or even recognize that you were involved.

Alas, no one must have listened to your prayers because not a second later, the closed doors banged open, and you meekly raised your head at the sudden intrusion.

That’s when you felt your blood run cold; you had eyes on you from everywhere. You played it cool and hoped that they were there for someone else. They were not. In a blink of an eye, rough hands were on you, dragging you away from where you sought shelter.

No one around you even dared to raise their heads in protest or curiosity. You were doomed. No amount of screaming or crying seemed to affect the men who held you in a tight, bruising grip. It was almost as if fate was trying to mock you and give you the slight chance to run away.

A guard slipped up and accidentally let his grip on you falter. You took the chance and ran as fast as you could, not bothering to check where you were running to. Your body hit something hard and muscular; your eyes quickly took in the person in front of you.

If you thought your luck was horrible then, well, you were in for a hell of a ride now. In front of you stood your ex-best friend's brother; you had never met him in person, only seen him in pictures you were shown. Max was handsome, tall, and had the most beautiful eyes; his eyes, however, currently showed nothing but anger and hate.

If you thought his guards were being rough, you had no words for his grip. "Where is she? I know you know where she is. Just tell me, and you can get yourself out of this, or else," or else what? you rebutted, an ugly snarl raised on his face, one that screamed don't provoke me. You really did not expect what he said next. A light chuckle left his mouth before his grip on you hardened even more. “You will take up her place,” meaning? you questioned before being pressed up against his hard chest. “You will be my prisoner, her freedom for yours.” Your eyes shuddered and tears automatically leaked from them. You would never have understood how or why the universe hated you so much, but to give up your own freedom for your friend seemed idiotic.

As you were being shoved into the car, you kept on uttering your defense and how you genuinely didn’t know what or where his sister was. It all fell on deaf ears. Your tears kept flowing; your direct thoughts were to jump off his car regardless of the consequences.

But it was almost as if he could hear your thoughts and was two steps ahead and had locked them away before. Frustrated, overstimulated, and overall miserable, and drowning in your tears, you ended up fainting right as he stepped away from the car.

You laid there unconscious, almost as if you were dead; it was the unfortunate symbolism of your freedom dying away. You were rudely awakened by his firm grip on your face, shaking you awake.

That invoked your nausea, urging you to rush towards a bathroom. He must have seen that something was wrong and let you go to run towards the bathroom, not before letting you know that there was no way out of here.

After emptying your stomach, you lay still on the cold bathroom tiles. Only then did you realize that you had your phone on you and attempted to call your father; on the last ring, he picked up, but while you shakily tried to let him know the situation, he simply ended the call, not before saying that these were the actions of your consequences.

Your eyes yet once again watered up; you weren’t giving the peace of crying alone as the bathroom stall door was kicked open, revealing another guard who simply called his boss in to assess your situation.

He was annoyed with the amount of tears you were wasting; it was as if you were trying to make him feel bad for his decisions.

He didn’t feel anything, unfortunately.

It wasn't long until they reached the mansion, and you were thrown towards what seemed like a herd of maids, each one of them having inquisitive looks on their faces. From there, you were being dragged to what seemed like endless salon services, each of them making your eyebrows rise higher and higher.

You went through everything from a hair pampering session to having your body waxed, all of which you didn't consent to.

After what seemed like ages, you were finally left alone in a rather large room to sit and ponder what was going on. You were thankful on one hand for the opportunity of finally being alone but were concerned as to why your salon treatments seemed to be as though you were being prepped to become a bride.

Your eyes once again watered at what your father had told you.

Here you were, dying to somehow escape and reunite with your family, and yet your father simply didn't bother to even ask how you were doing.

Everything seemed so messed up and painful; your perfectly manicured nails came up to tug your perfectly blow-dried hair.

You felt suffocated, and you didn't even know how long you were going to be his prisoner.

The thought of being far away from him did calm you down, but being locked up in a room with nothing but a wardrobe seemed rather anxiety-inducing.

Just as you were getting comfortable with the silence and your thoughts, he walked in, loud and proud, his perfectly polished boots smacking the floor, alerting you of his presence as if his cologne didn't do enough.

Max spoke rather quickly, but slowly but surely crashed your whole world down with each word. "Why are you looking at me like that? Did you not enjoy your salon services?" You shook your head, which resulted in him chuckling.

"Why am I here?" you asked him.

"Oh, you haven't figured it out," he smirked.

"I was under the impression that you were rather smart, but alas, we are to be wed," he stated, a statement that made your head feel heavy and light at the same time.

You were to be married to him, the monster who took you away just because of his sister and left the same man who refused to listen to your justifications.

You were to be married to that same man.

Your legs gave out, and you almost landed on the ground, his strong hands helping to break your fall. "and listen, I like my women in blue; make sure you tell that to the maid when she takes you to the lingerie store."

With that, he left you to collapse and shrink away from his touch, something about even getting to the stage of him seeing your lingerie made you want to throw up.

You were stuck with no way out and with someone who had no idea of letting you go.

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Sorry fellas there’s been no pokemon art and art in general, Bo’s a busy man rn 😔

But here’s a stupid doodle from Cy getting confirmed autistic if y’all would like it