#maxi imagine

[love44lew]

“a grown man can be your baby-“

max:

[soni-dragon]

aftermath

[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

[parasitoidism]

Feel free to click and drag them on your dash to shake them around

[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."

[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

[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.

[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.

[chipsncookies]

Meme redraw for today lol (source below cut)

[sweet-allien]

This guy is officially a four-time F1 champion ❤️‍🩹

[reyalvr]

HEY POOKS i have a request(idk if there closed or not so please lmk) so like reader who hates physical touch finally holds aonungs finger like when there walking together and like his reaction?? idk first time requesting and your my fav writer❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

NEW BEGINNINGS.

୨⎯ in which first impressions are changed – slightly. ⎯୧

genre┊ chaotic fluff, enemies-to-friends, slight e2l if you squint hard enough

pairing┊ao’nung x fem-sully!reader 

wordcount┊2.9k

warnings┊none, ao’nung is just an idiot (so nothing new) 

author’s note┊ vv cute request but i’m ngl i did end up struggling a bit trying to come up with a scenario for this T^T again, sorry if i had to modify it a bit! hope you still like it anon <//3 also the scene where ao’nung takes lo’ak outside the reef doesn’t happen here! also i'm encouraging you guys to listen to the song rec i added because it really just ties everything in together LMFOAHGHJD (edit: i’ll write a sweeter drabble soon too help)

song recs ┊ lujon.

When you had first arrived at Awa'atlu, Ao’nung had pegged you as the silent, strong-willed eldest daughter of the Sully family. During training you only ever kept to yourself, practicing on your own as soon as you mastered whatever technique they were teaching you that day. You weren’t rude, just very stand-offish.

So stand-offish to the point where not even his insults or antics could get a reaction out of you. It drove him mad, really. Your other siblings, save for probably Neteyam, had given him the reaction that he had expected, wanted even. He thrived on attention, be it bad or good – it’s what made him feel confident. 

So when you arrived here, paying him no mind, his brain had gone haywire. He tried doing everything he could – jokes, pranks, and hell, even compliments for minor achievements. Those didn’t work, and he was just about to give up on garnering anything out of you until today happened. He hadn’t seen it coming.

He had spotted you and Kiri by the shore, sitting together as you admired the sand. Ao’nung was aware that this environment was new to you, yet he still found it strange how you always managed to be so entranced by every single thing. He murmured something to his friends, and they snickered at his words.

You turned then, your bright yellow eyes looking at all of them with disinterest. He flashed you a smile and again you did nothing, not even an eye roll. He felt it falter, though he kept it up as soon as your sister lifted herself out of the water. 

“Huh? What’d you say?” She asked, her tone so welcomingly friendly. 

“Are you some kind of… freak?” He teased, his hands coming up to grab her arm. 

“No,” She answered flatly, trying to pull herself out of his grasp.

He waved it around then, as if it were some toy. His friends all laughed at your sister’s hand, treating her like some kind of deformity. You quickly pulled her out of their circle, your face slowly forming a scowl. His eyes widened slightly as he took note of your reaction – success? Not quite, but nearly. He continued on with his antics, hoping that today would finally be the day he got something out of you. 

You didn’t understand why Ao’nung was so fixated on treating you and your family like shit. He was a menace, and you honestly couldn’t believe you’d made it this far without retaliating against him. You wanted to yell at them to stop, but you knew that you would only be provoking them. 

“Are you sure? I mean, you’re not even real na’vi.” Ao’nung continued, his hand now coming up to pull on your tail.

You yelped, instantly turning to face him. If looks could kill, he would’ve been dead the moment you laid eyes on him. You hated it when strangers touched you without warning, let alone people you hated. Eywa, you wanted nothing more than to smack the entitlement out of this boy. But still you remained silent, opting to just walk away from the situation. 

You heard your brothers then, suddenly joining the crowd. Lo’ak guided the both of you further away while Neteyam stopped whatever else was about to fly out of Ao’nung’s mouth. Your scowl remained though, and you kept your death stare focused on him and his circle of idiots. 

“And from now on,” Neteyam concluded, his expression just as pissed as yours, if not, even more. “I need you to respect my sisters.”

He made eye-contact with you briefly, and something about the look in his eyes told you that he had no intention of keeping his word. You scowled even deeper. 

One of his friends actually had the gall to hiss at your brother, though Ao’nung had made the smart choice of holding him off. Neteyam made his way back to you now, gesturing for you guys to head back to the village. And you were going to– really, you were, but Ao’nung just couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut. 

“Look at them, they’re all freaks. Especially quiet girl,” He said, his tone hushed but loud enough for you to still hear. “She’s already a four-fingered freak, what more if she can’t even handle a little tug.”

He had his back turned to you as you stomped angrily towards him, your fist already clenched at your side. His friends had no time to warn him as you angrily jerked his shoulder, making him face you. 

“[Y/N] leave it be!” Kiri begged, but it was already too late. 

You decked him, hard. He stumbled as he fell, landing straight into the shallow water. He blinked slowly as he regained whatever balance he had left, his hand coming up to caress his cheek. Everyone looked at you in shock. In your entire stay with the Metkayina clan, never did you act out this rashly before. In fact, you never acted out at all. 

“Four-fingered freak, you say?” Your tone was taunting him, your tail swinging rapidly as you tried your best to keep yourself at bay. “You mean the freak who just put you on your ass?”

His friends hissed at you, already lunging towards your direction for the insult. They didn’t make it two steps in as your brothers had already stepped in for you, swinging hits left and right. You were pushed out of the way, and you staggered backwards until you were next to Kiri again. 

She gave you a look, and though you were older than her it felt like you were the younger one moments away before getting a scolding. In the end you had to pry your brothers away, eventually meeting up with your father by one of the pathways. All of you, except for Kiri, kept your heads bowed as you listened to your father’s words of displeasure. 

To say he looked disappointed would be an understatement. He was pissed, yes, but more importantly he was embarrassed. He had asked of you guys one thing, and you had tried so hard to live up to your promise of respect. But today was your last straw. 

You could tell your father was torn between having to scold you or let you go with just a warning. He knew now of Ao’nung’s torment, yet he didn’t want to jeapordize the safety the village provided for your family. 

Wanting to fix this mess immediately, he walked the three of you to the chief’s marui. You sighed and closed your eyes as you walked, mad at yourself for even escalating this stupid situation in the first place. You had everything under control, but all it took was one tail tug and a few harsh words to have your composure come crashing down. 

Ao’nung leaned on the side of his marui now, watching as you and your brothers apologized for your actions. He held a cloth with medicinal paste against his cheek, his cuts stinging as he continued to dab it on. His mother and father stood beside him, their presence the only thing keeping him from mumbling any more digs at you.

You were the last to speak, and he could tell that you didn’t want to do this. You took a few moments before you finally looked up at him, your eyes filled with such resentment. The hand you had used to give him the bruising wound below his eye was still tightly fisted, your knuckles still red from the amount of force you had used in one blow. 

“I am sorry,” You started, so much distaste in your words. “So sorry that I hit you. And I am even more sorry that I put you on your ass.” 

Lo’ak snorted quietly, trying to keep quiet so as to not piss your dad off even more. You felt your father nudge your shoulder, and you redid your apology, this time with a little less sarcasm and annoyance. 

Ao’nung’s parents sighed heavily as they approved of your words, followed by his father demanding that he apologize as well for his insults. He had tried to protest, but one look from Tonowari was enough to have him muttering a half-assed apology. 

You didn’t care, it wasn’t sincere anyway. And even if it were, you had no intention of accepting it. Once all was said and done, you were the first one to go. You walked away, your expression back to its nonchalant one. You held your head up high, no longer hanging it in embarrassment. 

Ao’nung had remained in his place, his mind still processing what had happened today. He was successful in his mission, but could it really be a success if he was the one injured? Could it really be a success if your feelings toward him were only momentarily, your stoic persona coming back almost instantly?

Needless to say though, the reaction he got out of you was unexpected. He knew you were tough, your father was Toruk Makto for crying out loud. But he wasn’t ready for your physical retaliation. Even at the beach, he only stared at you as his friends tried to defend him. 

He winced again as he remembered the pain on his cheek, the bruised spot feeling incredibly sore. He was thankful that you didn’t aim for his jaw, since that truly would have shut him up for good. He brought his hand up, slightly tapping the tender area. Who would’ve known that a quiet little thing like you had so much power? Not him, clearly.

He continued to stand there, still examining all his injuries. His sister came up to him then, just coming back from wherever she had been. She looked at him, her eyes darting from bruise to bruise. What happened? her gaze said, though he had a feeling she already had an idea of the events that transpired today.

He only brushed her off, turning to walk back inside the pod. She followed after him, persistent in getting answers out of her brother. Tsireya sat in front of him, not leaving her place until he spoke. He gave her a look, but she gave him a look as well in return.

He groaned under his breath and rolled his eyes before he finally told her everything; the teasing, the taunts, the fight, your punch. She put a hand up to her mouth, much like how Lo’ak tried to compress his laughter a while ago. How fitting. 

“Are you laughing?” He said, slightly offended that his own sister found his failures funny. 

She pressed her lips into a tight line, shaking her head instantly, though he could see her fighting a grin. She put a hand up to his shoulder, patting him lightly as she got up, taking an empty basket with her. 

“Oh big brother, just what have you gotten yourself into?” She said, the suppressed laugh from earlier sprinkled in her words. “If [Y/N] didn’t already despise you before, she definitely does now.”

“Why should I care?” He said as he stood, facing his sister with his arms crossed. 

“Why should you care?” She turned and parroted his words, eyes wide at how infuriatingly dense Ao’nung was. “Need I remind you that she is the daughter of Toruk Makto, one of the greatest war leaders of our time.” 

“She was on the path to becoming Olo’eykte of the Omatikaya,” He was about to interrupt her until she put her hand up, stopping him from saying anything before she finished. “It is not wise to have her as an enemy.” 

“So, what, are you saying I should apologize?” He said. “I already did.”

She put a hand on her hip, clearly starting to get frustrated with her older brother. “No, you didn’t. And yes, I am telling you to go apologize to her – truthfully and sincerely this time.” 

He wanted to protest against her, but she quickly tossed the basket she was holding to him. “Go now. She will be by the docks gathering materials for her family’s feast tonight.” 

“But-” He tried, but Tsireya had already made up her mind in making him go in her place.

“How do you even know where she is?” He asked, his face scrunched up as he reluctantly made his way out of the marui. 

“Because unlike you, I don’t treat her like an outcast. And besides, she likes me.” She said, her shoulders shrugging up at the last phrase. She smacked him on the back of his head before he was fully out of the pod, reiterating her words as he continued on his way.

He found you then, folding dried leaves into your basket. You were right where Tsireya had said you would be, sitting quietly like always. You looked at peace in your solace, your body free of any tension. Your hair was up haphazardly, free from your usual taut braids. The evening breeze had finally come, the sky going from bright blue to muted orange. 

He coughed as he made his way towards you, breaking the relaxing solitude you were relishing in. You looked up, still continuing on with whatever you were doing. Your loathing stare was enough to make him fidget in his place before he finally decided to speak up. 

“I, uh,” He stuttered. Actually stuttered. He cursed himself mentally before continuing. “I just wanted to say that I am sorry. Again.” 

You blinked away boredly, only humming and nodding your head in response. You quickly took your basket with you as you got up, already making your way back to your pod. You didn’t want to be alone with the reef boy any longer, Eywa only knows what you’d do if he dared to provoke you once more. 

“[Y/N] wait-” He said, clumsily turning as he grabbed your arm.

You hissed at him, his grip on your arm falling as soon as he saw your reaction. Right, you did not like being touched without warning. He put his arms up, trying to show that he meant no harm. 

“Are you not satisfied yet, hm? Does your ego still need to be fed?” You said, eyebrows furrowing as you continued to berate him. “You won! All you wanted was a reaction, right? Well you got it!” 

“No!” He argued back, annoyance starting to creep up on him. This was pointless, of course you wouldn’t be willing to accept his apology, let alone be in his presence for more than five minutes. “I am trying to apologize, please just listen-”

“Kalweyaveng,” You muttered under your breath, hand coming up to hold your forehead as you tried to calm your nerves. You had already caused one scene today, you weren’t about to start another. You took a few breaths before you finally faced him again, trying to remain nonchalant as you, aversely, heard him out.

He tried to maintain eye-contact with you, but your stare was just so deep. It felt like you were trying to burn holes into his head the longer he stared at you. You tilted your head to the side, eyebrow raised as you were clearly getting impatient in the ever growing silence.

“Let’s call a truce.” He finally breathed out, his arm already outstretched in your direction. “New beginnings.” 

You looked up at him, then down to his arm, then up back to him again. You squinted, unsure if he would be able to stick to his word. Not that it mattered, you were more than capable of handling any situation if he decided to break his vow. But still, a truce was an important promise, and it needed to be held truthfully all throughout. 

It was painfully awkward now, his smug demeanor vanishing the longer he stayed quiet. He cursed his sister for setting him up to this, and he cursed himself even more for agreeing. He did not have to do this, he was the chief’s son – next in line for Olo’eyktan. But, regrettably, he knew Tsireya’s words were right. You were a mighty hunter, with a legacy of powerful warriors before you. It really wouldn’t be wise to have you against him. 

“Please,” He said, breaking the silence. “I swear to Eywa that I will not break this vow.” 

Your ears perked up at this – swearing on the Great Mother meant that someone was serious. You scoffed, huh, he actually meant it. You took his hand then, wrapping your fingers around his forearm as you shook in agreement. Though his hands were rough, they were gentle on you as he took note of your uncomfortableness with strangers. 

You never liked the feeling of touch from people you didn’t know, and you still don’t, but Ao’nung’s warmth didn’t feel as bad now than compared to before. 

“Truce.” You said, slowly removing your arm away from him. 

He grinned. You frowned. He stopped grinning. 

He walked with you now, keeping up with your pace. “So, what now, tree girl?” He teased. 

You gave him a look as if to say ‘really?’, and he shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, we are friends now, right? I can call you that?” 

You stopped, turning to the side to face him. You threw him your heavy basket unexpectedly, and he stumbled back as he tried to catch it without spilling any of the contents. 

“Oh yeah, we are friends now, fish lips.” You said, tone laced in sarcasm. “And since we’re friends, you can carry that for me, right?” 

You continued on your way then, not waiting for his reply. He watched you for a bit as you walked ahead, and he laughed slightly.

May Eywa bless him with the strength to earn your trust. 

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[rosiespokemontwitterau]

I love the Big Bang Theory with hit character Sheldon the Shellder!（●´∀｀）ノ♡

[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

[pokemonvillainadventures]

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Maxie x Cutesy Reader

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Too Cute to Handle

Pokemon: Altaria, Plusle and Minun

Gender neutral Reader

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Shocked, appalled, and quite possibly. . . flabbergasted

Not that they had anything against you. No, Maxie saw you as a capable individual who was strong in battle, confident, and endearing. How could he not fancy you as a person? The doubts that Maxie had only came from within. Even after his Team made amends with the citizens of Hoenn, that he almost destroyed, and vowed to change their ways, Maxie still had some worry if he even deserved someone as sweet as you.

You came to him at a time were he was really worried about the future of his Team and became the light of his life, almost literally. One day long since past, walking underneath the Hoenn sun, you with your bright pink shirt and buttercup yellowed pants, you felt a simple joy of taking in the quite scenery. That was until you weren't paying attention too much of where you were going and toppled Maxie despite literally no one else being around. What could you say? You've always been known to have a bit of a airheaded side to you. But of course you apologized none the less to the stranger dressed in red and almost went about your merry day until Maxie couldn't help himself and opened his mouth.

Maxie: *a bit annoyed* Tsk . . you know. . if you're in such a rush, you have to be more careful of where you walk.

Normally you can't stand the idea of being belittled nor any sort of confrontation for that matter. You wanted to turn tail and flea but today was different. Today your gentle soul allowed for you to stay.

(Y/N): I . . . I know . .*sigh* Sir .I'm sorry you're right. *you say as your face turns beat red*

Maxie felt satisfied enough with your apology and turned away to continue his stroll until he felt your soft hand clasp onto his own hand.

(Y/N): W . Wait!! . Let me make it up to you!

You practically demanded that you make it up to him, and dragged Maxie to a nearby cafe via offering to by him coffee. Maxie wanted to protest. To tell you that you need not go out of your way to do anything for him. To just go your separate ways and forget that either of our paths crossed but, something in Maxie was preventing him from leaving. Maybe it was your soft delicate hands touching his. Maybe it was the way your face became flustered when you apologized. Maybe it was your shy meek voice that drew him closer but for once in his life coffee sounded nice with a stranger.

What Maxie considers now to be your guys first date, that coffee break was the eventual start to everything he loves and adores now. You talked about many things, likes and dislikes, the Pokemon you train, your hobbies, goals, and personal quirks. It was a calm in Maxies life that he so desperately needed at that moment. A calm he was for sure convinced was a one off event. That once the last drop of coffee leaves his cup he will have to part with this moment and go back to his normal life.

Maxie: *Maxie Pauses for a moment before standing up to leave*. . Well this has been . .nice actually. . thank you but I should be. .

(Y/N): How about same time next week! *You happily suggest*

Maxie: . .*Maxie is stunned and his face turns a light shade of pink*. . what? . you . .You're suggesting we do more of this? And you don't find discomfort in showing your face with me in public?

With his mind now in a bit of a tizz, his doubt's started to override the logical thinking of his mind. Throughout the conversation you did eventually find out who Maxie was and more often than not this would cause strangers to be cautious around Maxie at best, or flat out hate him at worst.

(Y/N):. . *Lightly stirring around your straw in a mostly empty mug, a small smile forms on your face*. . Listen I will admit that once my mind managed to piece together who you were . . I was . .shocked . .but I liked talking to you and I wanted to keep talking with you as long as you are okay with that! . . . I mean you can't be all that bad if you agreed to go grab coffee with a stranger who practicly trappled over you. . .Who knows maybe next time we could battle or go do something different like walk around or . .

As your thoughts and words trailed off Maxie's own smile graced his face. Were you always this open with people? Did you truely see the good in everyone despite their histories? How could someone be so clueless? Interrupting your rambling he softly replies. . .

Maxie: I will have to check my schedule but all of that sounds lovely.

From that moment on the two of you went on many more "mini dates", growing closer, as stronger feelings for each other developed over time. It was another coffee date when Maxie decided to ask to officially date you. Maxie's admins had already suspected he was in a relationship with the amount of time he would rush to get any paperworks completed just so he would have time to spend with you.

Though, it is funny to say, Maxie would have no idea the world he would be entering when he opened his heart to you. It's strange, for such a observent man, he never considered the possibility that your preferred choice of clothing was an indicator to your whole lifestyle. Not that he minded, nor did he have any room to talk, but when you finally invited him over to your apartment he was greeted with a wonderful array of pastel colors. Not only did frills, baby blues and bubble gum pinks lace your body but, the carpert, kitchen, and even TV was some shade of yellow, pink, green, or blue. Though Maxie would be foolish to ever call it childish. It was colorful, yes, but it was still designed with an adults mindset and besides the countless Plushies he ran across, the apartment fit you, and he couldn't imagine it any other way.

As corny as it was your personality was what won him over. Which he admits also fits the aesthetic. A soft style for a soft hearted person. You were practically the definition of tender, love, and care. When Maxie was feeling particularly stressed after a long days of work you offer to cook for him, or rest with him on the couch. After Pokemon battles you not only treated your Pokemon but his Pokemon as well. Your laugh is soft and airy. Your smile is enough to get his heart racing. You don't have to do much to make Maxie feel loved and the rest of Team Magma can see Maxie's improved behavior as well.

Speaking of which, the team silently thanks you presence and the effects you have on their Leader. Before you came around the grunts saw Maxie as a stern, over worked, headstrong Leader who looks as if they haven't slept in ten centuries. Now with you in his life. . .nothing much has changed but the good news is that you are the only one who can get him to calm down and take better care of his health so that's something.

However, let it be known that none of the team magma members are going to start taking orders from you just because you are dating their leader. You acknowledge that you have little authority to give them, but they do respect you, unless they want to be lectured by Maxie at 7 o'clock in the morning. But who the hell in their right mind would even want to treat you poorly? You are so sweet and caring that people simply have little reason to dismiss you. You offer to cook meals for the grunts and heal their Pokemon as you would do the same for Maxie, never asking for anything in return. Sometimes on a slower day, you offer to train with some of the grunts where they get to experience your battling style which couldn't be further from Maxie's if you tried. Maxie and his calculated moves. His team built and trained to be strong and fearsome. The countless hours he spent building a strong bond with his camerupt to achieve optimal Mega Evolution properties. All these qualities and more that seemed to be completely absent in you. True is it that your own Altaria can Mega Evolve but, the grunts doubt that it is a result of intensive training. Your small team of three consisting of the aforementioned Altaria, then the duo Plusle and Minun were all you had. Though they were no doubt picked because of their cute factor. Your battle style tended to be more "flashy". Less strength, in favor of moves that would sparkle or glow whether they did copious amounts of damage didn't matter to you.

But that is neither here or there, the cute and unique way you led your life is what made you such a great partner for Maxie! You know what they say about opposites attracting. He was stern and you were sweet and there was no complaints to be had what so ever.

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Except for when the Plushies started leaving your apartment and instead found home in Maxie's office.

Okay . . so you might have a teeny tiny itty bitty spending problem when it comes to plushies but come onnnnnn can you really blame yourself? Plushies are the second best things ever on the planet. (Your love for Maxie being number one of course, how sweet). But Maxie liked to joke that he could empty out one of Team Magma's storage rooms and still not have enough space for his partners plushie collection. (Whatever. . . In your mind he's just being overdramatic) As this is just another part of your personality Maxie would normally love you too much to say anything against it. Though, one pokemon plushie too many have now laced his office and on the day you barge into his office with a life sized Altaria Plush is when he decides to put his foot down.

Maxie: (Y/N) no!

(Y/N): . . but Maxie. .

Maxie: No. .!

(Y/N): . .But

Maxie: No!!

(Y/N):.. .Darling

Maxie: *Blushing at the nickname* . . tsk don't sweet talk me! . . Arceus so help me. *he gently rubs his temples as he stands up to be by your side. He still finds it adorable how your body is nearly covered by the Giant Altaria plush in your arms.* . . .sigh. .now look at you. Tell me exactly where you would even put . . *he gestures at the plush* all of this! I love you, my sweet light but why? Don't you have the real thing? Why do you need them in plush form??

(Y/N):. . . so . .you could look at it throughout the day and . . remember me?? *you say with a nervous smile. To be fair that was the excuse you used on all the plushies and the excuse had run its course*

Sighing once more Maxie brought you into a gentle embrace and chuckled lightly at your attempt to keep placing plushies in his care.

Maxie: My love I am old but, not senile trust me when I say I will not forget you after one day of work, *He gently strokes the top of your head and even kisses it softly* but please refrain from covering my work space from now on.

With a small smile and a bit of help from your Pokemon you eventually brought back each plush and kept them in your own apartment. Expect for one small, fuzzy numel plush that calls itself home on Maxies desk. This numel, and only this numel is allowed to call itself home in the office . . . oh alright and one more too. You insist that the one would get "lonely" so two numel plushies on his desk it is! And yes, he admits that looking at them everyday and being able to think about you does bring a smile to his face.

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[adventuringblind]

Hi can I recommend a short story in which the reader is a Emirates pilot and she's dating Max verstappen? U can make it fluff if u want

From Here to There

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Max with an airline pilot

Notes: soooo I did a bit of research and have come to the conclusion that Emitates is similar to a lot of other airlines I think (correct me if I'm wrong plz!) And so I decided to just make this a neutral pilot who can be with any airline.

Masterlist

It's well known that Max travels a lot.

So having a girlfriend who also travels for a living makes sense in his mind

It almost feels as though she can understand somethings about him that others can't

Like jet lag

Both of them have gotten used to it because of their profession

But that doesn't make it any easier

Despite what anyone may think, she is incredibly stressed

Has been for a while

She's had to cover for another pilot while they were sick on what was supposed to be her days off

She's exhausted

Finally, she's going back to Monaco to see Max

He's so excited to see her that he almost breaks the door from how fast he swung it open

Attack of the bear hugs

Doesn't let her leave his arms

"I think you should just fly airstappen."

"Maybe I'll take you up on that offer."