#my first request

[colruss]

HIIII!!!! I love how you coloured that panel with All might it looks really cool ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊ May I suggest this panel from when All Might and Stain first met? Or any other panel from their meeting :D

Coloring random MHA manga panels day 3 [Request]

[ask-irisstar]

A fluff sanji x reader story where sanji is having a hard time falling asleep (perchance to his odd sleeping schedule.) and Reader helps him go to bed??

Helping Sanji go to sleep

AN: *takes a deep breath* Ok so... My inbox already has like 5 Sanji asks and this one really caught my eye. I think this is SUPER cute so thanks anon for requesting!! I might be slow in answering asks because of exam period and I have a BIG performance coming on 2 May. However, I'll try my best!!

Notes: Fluff, Sanji x GN reader, Fluff, SFW, quite short I'm sorry, Brook and reader are besties, Reader steals from Zoro, Sanji being a jealous idiot

You couldn't help but feel Sanji tossing and turning in bed beside you. Getting annoyed with your lover's actions, you turned to face him with a light scowl on your face. However, it immediately disappears when your eyes met with sleepy blue eyes. Your blonde boyfriend is exhausted, but according to how restless he is, he can't fall asleep. Gently, you slowly cupped his tired face.

"Baby... You've been tossing for hours... Is something wrong?" You asked, fingers tracing his eye bags.

Sanji shook his head and took your hands, "No dear... I'm fine... Just can't sleep..." He admits, voice laced with drowsiness.

You felt bad for the man beside you. So sleepy, yet can't sleep. Whenever you felt restless and sleepless, Sanji is always there to help you go to sleep. Now, seeing that he is the one that needs help, you didn't hesitate to do so.

"C'mon, follow me to the kitchen... I know something that might help..." You say, taking his hand and dragging a tired Sanji out of bed.

Reluctantly, Sanji obeyed, following you to the only place on the ship he has authority over. In the kitchen, you poured some milk into a glass and slide it over to him. Sanji caught the glass with ease and shot you a questioning look.

"Drink it... It'll help make you sleepy..." You say, smiling gently at your lover.

Sanji stares at you suspiciously for a beat before chugging down the milk. When he's done, you both went to bed and see whether it works. Unfortunately, it didn't work. However, you aren't out of ideas yet. It was a chilly night today and the blanket you two shared is small and thin. You sneakily snuck into Zoro's room and stole his blanket. He's on night watch today so he won't mind. The worst that could happen is that he and Sanji will fight about it the next day. You went back into the room and threw the big green blanket over the two of you. And to sweeten things up, you cuddled near Sanji, providing extra warmth.

However, despite being so cozy and warm, Sanji still couldn't fall asleep. You both were desperate now. Everything you tried didn't work. You tried tiring him out by doing some midnight training, a hot shower, a quick snack, EVERYTHING. And yet, the blonde haired cook still couldn't sleep.

"Give it up Y/N... This useless... Go to sleep... I don't want you tired tomorrow because of me... Besides, we have a long day tomorrow..." Sanji said pushing you back into bed despite your resistence.

"No Sanji, I'm not sleeping until I know you are asleep beside me..." You reply, sitting back up.

Sanji sighs, "But we tried everything mon amour..."

You smirk slyly, "Not everything..."

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"NO! There is NO way I'm letting that perverted skeleton into our room!" yelled Sanji, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

You rolled your eyes. You and Brook are best friends and nothing more. Yet, Sanji still gets jealous.

"Trust me Sanji, this will help you..." You pleaded, making puppy eyes.

Sanji groans, but relents, "Fine, but if that skeleton so much stares at you, I'm kicking him..."

When Brook enters your bedroom, you requested him to play some soothing music on his violin. He compiles and plays a melodic tune to help Sanji fall asleep. Almost immediately, Sanji's eyes grew heavy. You grab him by the shoulder and pulled him into bed beside you.

"Sleep baby..." You whisper into his ear, tracing random patterns onto his back.

"I love you mon amour... Good night...."

Those were the last things you heard from Sanji before snores came from him. You smiled and snuggled closer to the blonde.

"Good night babe..."

And with that, you two fell into a deep slumber, Brook's soothing music playing in the background.

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And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoy this anon! Please sent in any more request you have! You can even request other characters! I'm going to go work on my other Sanji asks now!

Link to the song Brook is playing:

[bae04xx]

Heyyy I just saw it post and like I couldn't resist sending in an ask (or request if you will)!! If you want to could you write a bill cipher (yes ik💀) x reader where he and the reader are dating but get into an argument and he just says/does sum really mean stuff?? Fluff ending tho please I can't take only angst lmao, for the reader i would pref a Fem reader but gn is fine to!! Also for bill could he be in his triangle form?? (I'm so sorry if this is a long ask💀💀) but yeah that's it!!

One last thing if you don't mind could I be the 😻 anon so like if I send a ask/message I will add that and yk its me!!

-😻

hey ofc, sorry don’t check my tumblr that often! i would love to :)

thanks 😻 anon :)

bill cipher x fem! reader

angst and fluff 🖤☁️

i grabbed my bags out of my car boot, harshly gripping them between my fingers, which the knuckles of began to loose their colour from the chill in the air. after shutting the car doors and locking it up i begin storming down the pebbled drive towards my little cottage of a home. i sigh as i drop my bags and twist the key into the lock. i walk into the warmth of my house- silence greets me. after a full day at work, a very busy day might i add, then running about 5 errands i expect my home to be as i left it, cleaned to perfection. my eyes squint at the crumbs left all over hallway’s floor, i walk through them and set my bags onto the kitchen’s table- only to see condiments and dirty dishes scattered on the counters.

i quickly put my food shopping away, then hastily clean the house top to bottom, from hoovering to polishing to mopping to cleaning all of his dirty clothes because god forbid he contribute anything to this house and take any weight off my already drowning shoulders. i bury my face into my hands and curl up on my sofa, after sitting like this for a few minutes i decide to sit up and distract myself, flipping through a few tv channels to find a decent one.

i wonder why i’m even here, i was only meant to be in gravity falls temporarily, after my mother decided i was too much for her, she shipped me off to live with my aunt for the summer- aunty suz, or as the locals called her, lazy suzan. she ran a diner, which i helped out with as my keep, and there i met the twins. i felt like mable understood me, she really helped me deal with my mental health and overcome it all. she was my bestfriend- until i fell for him. i made the stupid mistake of choosing bill cipher, a living breathing demon, over my bestfriend. and now i’m stuck in this hell hole- gravity falls.

“loving boyfriend my ass..” i mumbled, throwing the tv remote to the ground in frustration.

“what about me were you saying, peach?” he smirks, materialising out of no where, with a snarky expression.

“what the fuck have you been doing all day cipher? i work my ass off and i come home to the house a state?” i plead, standing up to be someone as tall as the floating figure.

“woah woah woah, don’t be so aggressive peach, calm it and remember who you’re speaking to,” he warns, i laugh at him.

“i do everything for you cipher, i have up my life for you and this is the thanks i get? no support, messing with my home and threats? i have every right to be angry at you, you always do this!”

“do what exactly, peach?” his eyes narrow at me, staring me down.

“fuck me over! you expect to be fed, even though you don’t need to eat and can make anything you want appear but no- i have to supply it for you, to clean in a clean house but it’s fine for you to constantly mess it up, and to leave for days at a time with no warning and then just appear back and expect me to be fine? and treat me like shit!”

“i can do whatever the fuck i want peach, whatever i want-“ he grabs me by the chin, “you listen to me, you’re a puppet in my hands, you’re lucky i’m even giving the time of day. you’re only around because i like you, and you’re so lucky i like you because do you wanna know what would happen if i didn’t?”

…

“you’d be dead, rotting your own personal hell. so show me a little respect? don’t forget your place.”

i push myself away from him, i regretfully look in my eyes, i don’t know what to do, so i just stand there, scared, confused, anxious yet angry.

“i’m going, don’t try and get in my head, i don’t want you there.” i announce, before storming off and grabbing my handbag.

“i’ll never get out of your head, you belong to me remember, you’re nothing without me.” he announced, as though he’s just next to me but he isn’t. i’m in the car, applying as much pressure to the accelerator as i can- and he’s no where near me. he’s in my fucking head again. i have no space, no boundaries, i’m not just me, i’m him too- and i have no choice. i can’t escape.

i break as hard as i can, in the middle of a road, no cars were within a mile radius of me, perks of living i. a quiet town. i scream, a blood curdling scream, my nails clawing into my h/c, tears stream out of my eyes. sobbing uncontrollably i feel an arm snake around me, pulling me close.

he’s shushing me, trying to calm me down as a shriek and cry into his chest, not sure if i should push him away or accept him embrace. his boney hands stroke my h/c and instantly calms me, not by my choice though- the bastard is in my head again.

“i’ve given everything for you bill.” i state, wiping my tears away, a dead look in my eyes.

“i’m sorry peach,” he hugs me tightly, “i know i’m shitty, but i’m so sorry.”

and he just holds me, let’s me stay in his arms, i focus on my breathing, as he plays with my hair, he whispers a small ‘i love you’ in my ear, i hum back to him, too exhausted to process what’s really happened.

i wake up in my bed, changed into my favourite fleecy pyjamas, a very worried demon next to me.

i yawn, stretching my arms up, turning to him i say “and how did i get here?” my voice a little gruff from sleepiness.

“you don’t think i was going to let you sleep in the car do you? what kinda demon do you think i am?” he replied in his usually snarky yet flirtatious voice.

“ah yes sorry, you’re such the gentleman- how could i forget,” i giggle back at him before rolling away to the other side of the bed.

“i really am sorry y/n, i’m gonna try more, for you peach,”

“i love you bill,”

“i love you more peach,”

a comfortable silence surrounds us, i sigh before deciding to get up, yet just as a i begin to take the duvet off me i get it pulled start back on.

“what’re you thinking for breakfast peach? my treat, you just stay snuggled up in bed,”

“i bought some croissants yesterday, they’re in the cupboard,” i muse, before grabbing my book off the bedside table. bill let’s out a laugh.

“my treat, you just wait and see what i’ve got planned peach!”

[wafflepopbeerus]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers! :D!!

First of all, I wanted to apologize because here connection is kinda bad and I could send any answer earlier, and I get only now a sketchbook, but I am without colours

Godly cat apologizes

Buuuut for answering that

I am super happy when I make new friends

When here for example people say to me my drawings are not terrible and it always fills me up with joy

I love showing my gratitude back by making drawing for everyone because I love you all

I am happy when I draw while listening music, I enjoy it a lot

And I love cats, well, in general I love animals

Now i kinda don't remember who last reblog something from me, but, I will leave it for everyone directly to know me better!

Anyway thanks thanks @awesomesauce2929 you are officially the first who asked me something since I am here, it took me on surprise, but I am so happy you did!

[devskindawritingblog]

hihihi can i request a drabble of transmasc!shauna (🫣) catching you wearing his boxers (in the wilderness, maybe you grabbed his boxers by mistake?!) and you feel his lingering stares all day until he breaks and says how good you look :)

Transmasc!Shauna x reader

AN: thanks so much anon for being my first request. I was a tad bit excited about it and maybe wrote this in a day. But I just had so much ideas. I don’t know why I’m apologizing. But anyways I hope you guys like it.

and Shauna’s text is in green and the single thing Van says is in red.

word count rounded : 630 words

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It's been a while since you guys crashed in the wilderness. And the clothing situation has become complicated. It doesn't really matter whose shirt it is. They are all equally as dirty . Except for Mari’s sweater, that thing is beyond washing but you don’t tell her that.

So you don’t think that much of it when you throw on Shauna’s favourite pair of boxers. But he sure does.

You walk over to where your teammates are eating breakfast and Shauna’s eyes widen as his cheeks heat up. His eyes dart down at his boxers on you and back up at your oblivious face. He quickly goes back to eating, lowering his head to try to hide how red he is. You sit down next to him and start eating as well. 

“How did you sleep last night Shaunie?” you ask giving him a little nudge.

“ what? Oh…uh good” he quickly says as if you are snapping him out of a trance. 

He then turns to look and gives you a small smile before his eyes wander back down to those infamous boxers. Across the room you can see Van and Nat giggling to one another.

“Hey? Shauna, you feeling alright, you're a little red” Van teases from across the room as Shauna's blush darkens.

You look over at Shauna, still very unaware of his growing embarrassment. “Oh no, are you getting sick” you say as you reach over to cup his face, feeling at his cheeks to see how hot he is.

The more attention he gets the darker he blushes. “No, no, I'm fine” he quickly says. “I was just all wrapped up in my blankets last night” he explains away as the others decide to spare him embarrassment and drop it.

You all finish eating and go on with your chores. Chopping wood, finding berries, getting more water, trying and failing to catch fish.

You go on your day like normal. Every so often though you look over and catch shauna looking at you for afar. Shauna usually stares. but this time it seems different.

You brush it off and go the day without pestering him about it. The day comes to a close and all of you get into your sleeping spots. You, Shauna, and Taissa head up to the attic. Tai wanted to prove to everyone that nothing weird is going on. After Shauna decided to stick with Tai, you joined as well.

The 3 of you lay down on the attic floor and get ready to go to sleep, you and Shauna sleep next to each other sharing a pillow. Tai falls asleep first, she spent a good chunk of day chopping some wood, so she must be tired.

You roll over to face Shauna and he wraps his arms around your waist, playing with the hem of the boxers.  “Hey? Are you alright” “You’ve been quiet today” you say quietly as you run your fingers through his hair. 

“ Oh..Uh..yeah Im ok…..It's just” he says but hesitates but then sighs and just decides to say it “Well you were wearing my boxers today” he says quietly not meeting your eyes.

“ Oh right! Sorry did you not want me to wear them” you say quickly looking back up at him. “No, no you can wear them it's just well……” shauna trails off again before finally spitting it out.

“ I really like how you look in them, you look hot” he says shyly smiling at you as he wraps his arms around your waist again. 

“Oh” you say as it all starts making sense. “So what you're saying is you want me to wear them tomorrow” you say as you plant a little kiss on his cheek.

“That's exactly what I’m saying” Shauna says as he pulls you closer.

[mf-artdump]

Doodle request for @moonsockets

If one Uzi is good why can't we have two?

BEHOLD!

[nkirukaj]

Hi are your requests open do you take requests if yes may I ask for this super specific idea if you could maybe do headcanons for it

Charlie, Lilith and Lucifer met Lucifers ex wife which Lucifer left for Lilith and she has changed alot her personality has gone from a shy submissive woman to a more independent and emotionally stronger woman (if you could maybe add the ex wife's daughter and son that are also Lucifer's which he did now about) could you make it angst and platonic thank you

I do take requests! I just removed it from my bio because no one was requesting ha ha!

This is actually my first time doing one of these tbh, so I hope I did your request justice, and I hope you like it. Thanks for the ask!

I Was First (Lucifer x ExWife!reader- Platonic)

- You were Lucifer’s first wife, made alongside him in heaven

- He was always rambunctious and creative, while you stepped to the side and let him have his spotlight

- You two loved each other enough, at least enough to have two children together (a boy and a girl)

- Lucifer’s dreams were too wild for you to support, in your fear of going against the elders

- After the elders had made the first humans on Earth (Adam and Lilith), Lucifer told you that he was going to take a trip down there to see what it was like

- You agreed to wait for him, but he never returned. It was then when you were informed that both he and Lilith were banished to the dark pit of sin.

- You were certainly heartbroken, but you didn’t have time to be for too long as you had not only a job in Heaven to do, but two kids to care for. So, as time went on, you put on your big girl wings and took care of some business

- Eons have gone by and you decide that it’s might be time to take a visit down to Hell and show your kids their father

- Once arriving you knocked on their door, expecting to see your ex-husband, but the one who opened it was girl definitely taller than Lucifer, with long blonde hair in a ponytail.

- “Hello.” She said “I’m Charlie, nice to meet you. And you are?”

- “Who are you?” You ask her, “and where is Lucifer?”

- “He’s upstairs, and I’m his daughter.” Her smile is awkward

- “Charlie? Who’s at the door?” Came another voice. The person it belonged to, being an even taller demo was with cascading blonde hair and horns.

- Lilith. The woman your husband had left you for.

- You do you best to keep your anger in check, but when she goes to ask “Who are you?” You can’t help yourself

- “I’m Y/N. Lucifer’s wife and these are his children” you gesture to your son and daughter

- Nothing could compare to the horror and disgust on both Lilith and Charlie’s faces

- So naturally you all want to talk to Lucifer

- Lucifer’s eyes practically pop out of his head when he sees all 5 of you sitting together

- Both of his wives are not happy

- You both speak at the same time. “Lucifer, who is this?” & “Were you ever planning on coming back to see your children?”

- Lucifer is dumbfounded for a while, literally stunned into silence

- It’s not that he’d forgotten about you, just that he’d gotten swept up in other things

- “I’d like you all to know, that whatever happens. These are his children, and they deserve to see their father” you assert to the group

- (Mostly Lilith, as she is staring daggers your way)

- Lucifer explains to Lilith that you were made for him, the same way she was made for Adam, and he had kids with you before he met her.

- And then turns to explain to you how he never meant to abandon you, but he just fell so hard for Lilith, and before he knew it, they were banished here, and he wasn’t allowed to come back and explain it all to you.

- You were all disappointed in him, but at least glad that he owned up to his mistakes.

- Though it wasn’t ideal for anybody, you all agreed on one thing, these kids deserve a father

- So you agreed that you and your children would live with Lucifer and Lilith, to get to know their dad, their new stepmom and their younger sister.

- It may not be conventional, but it’s the best solution they could agree on

[xx-c4rr10n-xx]

Draw Once-ler on the bed

(Please)

P. S. Preferably with an unbuttoned shirt and a sliding tie

Sure !! And tysm for requesting, it means a lot !!!

also requests are open to others! I write fanfiction and I take requests so here's my little sideblog in case any of you want to request something here as wellll

it's kinda rushed, i hope you don't mind lol

might come back and retouch later

(also i mean he's technically on the bed? idk i imagine this as him sitting down on the bed and undressing after a long day of work and the tie is kinda sliding off his hand? idk bro brain go wee when i start drawing)

[callmecarnage]

Right I am a massive idiot

Basically an anon gave me an art request but I deleted it by accident oops

Now I wanna cry it was my first request

But anyways

Here you go anon ! I’m so sorry for deleting your ask !

[sugarstimz7]

THE ADVENTURE LINE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU

I assume you mean the Stanley parable one?

okay!!! it’s in the works 💝

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[lilacl0veskrew]

hiii I hope you’re having a lovely day/night!

I have a little request for Touchstarved, maybe some small headcanons or a little scenario with the LI’s and a trans mc/reader who’s on his period and is like… dysphoric and upset? How would the characters comfort/take care of him? If this is too sensitive or writing this makes you uncomfortable, you can skip it ^^’

Don’t forget to eat/hydrate, and don’t overwork yourself either! Stay safe <3

Hello, hello, hello~ Thanks for calling in with your request! I've never writen a trans reader before so I can't promise it'll be the best. But I'll try my best. Just for you💗 I hope you have a lovely day/night. I'm not sure when I'll get to it since I just started school again and I have a Danganronpa thing in the works but don't you worry. It'll be up. -Your online bestie

[thewiltingrose]

dude the moment I saw ur analog horrors flags i. Stimmed so hard oh my go. Positive btw 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🌷🌷🌷🙂🙂🌷🌷🌷🙂 by the way can you make a flag of a gender related to Winter of 83 or Basswood County I LOVE BOTH SO MUCH 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆

thank you!!!! >:3c Both are done hope a I gave both justice, I’m not that aware with the second one watching it at the moment though.

Links to both: one two

[stil-lindigo]

ARTISTS FOR PALESTINE 🇵🇸 - On the 6th and 9th of March, I'll be doing art requests on stream with other notable artists to raise money for Operation Olive Branch and the PCRF.

I'm incredibly lucky to be counting quite a few big names in the roster, including known Jesus and Odysseus enthusiast @wolfythewitch, the extraordinary fanartist @denimcatfish, and the incredibly talented @troubledminnesotan, as well as Lilypichu from OfflineTV.

You'll be able to watch the streams on the day of the event either on my twitch channel here, or via the links provided by the artists below.

Lilypichu

Cuptoast

Akairosu_

Sevvanto

Wolfythewitch

[doctorsiren]

stan and hermes maybe?

Hermes, god of merchants and tricksters 😁

[motorsportbarbie13]

Hiiiii couldn’t help but see you do requests, could you do something where after a hard race reader placed on the podium but felt sick and Max catches her when she collapsed after getting out of the car? Maybe with the words "I can't... my legs... everything's tingling..." and him being super worried. Basically a little angsty with a fluffy end where he’s checking on her, can be established relationship or not.

OH ANON. this was so fun.

Enjoy!

Heatstroke In which, as it turns out, Max wasn't just 'Maxplaining' the difficulty of Singapore to you after all

Pairing: Max Verstappen X FerarriDriver!Reader Warnings: fainting, getting sick/weak, max being a knight in shining armor. Word count: 2.2k Masterlist

Max tried to warn you. Lando tried to warn you. Checo and Lewis had tried to warn you. Hell, the entire fucking grid had tried to warn you that Singapore was a different beast. You had thought they were just coddling you and being over dramatic, as the boys tended to be with you. It was a hazard of being the only woman on the grid, which frankly, drove you bat shit crazy because you had earned your way into the red Ferrari seat next to Charles on your own, thank you very much. You didn’t need to be coddled and you didn’t need to be warned off anything. 

But they were right. 

Singapore was a different beast. 

The heat during the day was oppressive but at night? There wasn’t any relief once the intense sun went down either. You were from Michigan though, that midwestern state being famous for its hot and sticky summers so you had thought you’d been prepared.

As you claimed into your sleek red car, lining up P3 behind Max and Lando though you knew you were in trouble before the green flag waved. The thing about sweating in the humidity like this is that there’s no where for the moisture on your skin to go, the air already too heavy so that slick sweat sticks to you, making you even hotter than before. 

“Fuck, this is going to be brutal.” You mumble, hoping that the braid you tied your hair in would stay for the entirety of the race. Suddenly, shaving your hair into a pixie cut like Fred had been suggesting (mostly jokingly) for weeks seemed like a good idea.  

The formation lap is fine. 

The first ten laps are fine, if not a little squirrely thanks to your car being wildly loose. 

The first fifteen laps are fine, if not a bit hot. 

But on lap 23? All hell breaks loose. 

First, your hydration system fails and you’re completely unable to get any water through the tiny straw that you usually flip into your mouth on the straightaway, just like Danny taught you. You’re sweating up a storm with no way to replenish those valuable electrolytes. 

Then, you’re so busy focusing on the fact that you’d give your first born child for a sip of water you nearly slam into the same exact wall that took George out on the last lap of last year’s race. You yank the steering wheel around so hard, you feel something in your wrist pop. The searing pain causes you to over correct and you nearly drive right into your own fucking teammate. 

“Fuck. Tell Charlie I’m sorry.” You groan over the radio, telling your engineer to pass on the message to Charles. 

“Focus on your race.” Your engineer tells you, voice obviously strained just as yours is. “Charles is fine.” 

Well, I sure as fuck am not fine. You think as you fight the car down towards the starting line. 

On lap 45, you’re granted a reprieve when a Sauber goes into the wall, bringing out a yellow flag. The leaders all duck into the pits, including yourself. There’s nothing anyone can do about your water situation and at this point, your instincts have kicked it. 

Max was right and you knew it. Singapore was hell. He had tried to tell you last night, as you had been snuggled up in bed with him, a ritual that you both had become dependent on this season. It seemed cliche, you falling for one of your rivals. You hated it but there was no denying that there was a magnetic chemistry between the two of you that had started the moment you had met last year while you were still driving in F2. 

You had resisted his charm for a while but things had taken a turn the night it was announced you’d be driving for Ferrari alongside Charles. Several of the drivers that lived in Monaco full time insisted on taking you to Jimmy Z’s to celebrate and who were you to say no to a bunch of handsome men paying for your drinks? 

The night ended just as you might expect it: Max drunkenly confessing his year-long crush on you and you drunkenly kissing him in a dark alleyway as you waited for your Uber. What had started off as a drunken confession and your reckless response that wasn’t supposed to mean anything had turned into one of the greatest things that has ever happened to you. Max and you? The pair of you were endgame. 

But none of that mattered now. Not here, in the raging heat and humidity of Singapore. You knew that Max was going to give you shit for not being better prepared the moment you got out of the car. You knew you were in for an ‘I told you so’ lecture on the plane ride back in the morning. You knew Max was right and you had been stupid to underestimate the power this track had over drivers. 

Looking back on your first race in Singapore years later, you don’t quite know how you managed to finish those last laps. Pure determination and stubbornness, Max would insist later on that night. But before you’re able to fully wrap your head around how dangerous of a situation you’d gotten yourself into, the checkered flag is waving and you’ve crossed the finish line in P3, right behind Lando and Max. 

Your third podium of the year. If you had been more coherent, you probably would have been elated. But all you could think about as you pulled your car into parc ferme, right behind that little cardboard 3 sign, was the ice bath you knew was waiting for you somewhere in the paddock. 

Your red racing suit is soaked through and through, you can feel it before you even get out of the car. It takes a mammoth effort to pull the steering wheel out of it’s dock and for a moment, you worry you’re so weak you can’t even do that. In front of you, you see Lando pop out of the car in the P1 spot, elated to have won with a healthy margin of over 20 seconds for the second time that season. 

Max is out of the car too, albeit a bit slower than Lando. There’s a distant buzzing in your ear that sounds eerily like your engineer’s voice asking if you’re okay. But you’re completely unable to focus on anything beyond the tingling sensation in your legs. This wasn’t something you’d ever felt inside a race car in all your years of driving. Everything stung, like a million little fire ants were making a meal out of your flesh. It took every ounce of strength, of which you didn’t have much, to hoist yourself up out of the car. 

Your head swims the moment you stand up straight, and you feel your legs collapse under you. Somewhere off in the distance, you hear Max calling your name but you can’t look up, your helmet suddenly feeling like it weighs 300 pounds. 

Crouching in your car, you desperately try to pull yourself together before anyone notices you’re struggling. You didn’t want to give the media the satisfaction of pulling another ‘look, another woman who thinks she can hang with the rest of the F1 drivers.’ Like they’ve been attempting to do all season. 

Your eyes are closed but you still hear the faint call of Max’s voice somewhere off in the distance. The entire world is reduced down to a singular pin prick of light while you fight to stay conscious, the heat and humidity wrapping their ugly little fingers tightly around your throat. 

Just as you’re about to surrender to the warm quiet of the darkness that seems to be calling out to you, a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, hauling you out of the car like you weigh less than a bag of potatoes. You go limp in the arms of whoever has come to your rescue, collapsing under the strain of what you just put your body though. 

“Baby, please. Look at me.” 

Somehow, your helmet has been removed and you find yourself blinking up at Max. 

When did he get here? You wonder idly, not realizing it was him that pulled you out of the car. 

Max had gone practically feral when GP told him that you’d gone nearly 3/4 of the race without water. He knew how brutal this race was, and the humidity was unusually high tonight. He had gotten out of the car fairly quickly but had panicked when he saw your helmet tipped forward, resting on the halo device and you not moving. 

You lift your head, still wondering where your helmet was and instantly found yourself staring straight into the baby blue eyes of your boyfriend. “Maxie?” You croak, throat feeling like you just dined on a three course meal of sand and gravel. 

“Hey…” He coos, bringing you closer to his chest. “There’s my girl. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He rubs soothing circles over your back, not caring that the press is having a field day with this. 

“I can’t…” You stutter, struggling to make the words in your head sound coherent when your mouth tries to form them. “My legs…everything is tingling.” 

If you had been a bit more coherent, you would’ve seen the look of absolute panic cross Max’s face. He frantically looks around as he lifts you into his arms, one arm under your knees, the other cradling your back against his chest. He knew you were going to absolutely murder him when you come around and see the pictures. You hated being coddled and hated showing affection on the grid even more. You and Max weren’t really hiding the fact that you were together, most fans knew and it was common knowledge around the paddock but the causal fan might be surprised to find out the lore between the two of you. So this outright show of concern, affection, and panic over the state of you that Max was showing right now? It was absolutely not a common occurrence 

“Interviews are going to have to wait.” Max barks at Jensen, this weeks post-race presenter. “She needs medical attention.” 

Jensen simply nods, allowing you to pass. 

Fred and Charles intercept you half way to the tent, insisting that getting you in the ice baths will be the thing to help you the most. Max, nearly delirious with worry because while your eyes were open and you were somewhat alert, follows their instructions and takes you back behind the garage area where the ice baths had been set up. 

It’s all you can do to stand upright as Max unzips your race suit. It’s so heavy with your sweat that it practically peels off of you with no effort, gravity doing the work for Max. And then your left in just your fireproofs. If you hadn’t been in the middle of the paddock with thousands of people and cameras around, Max would have stripped you down to just your underwear, but that wasn’t an option. 

WIth Max and Charles’ help, you’re able to hoist yourself into the waiting ice bath. The shock of the frigid water jolts some awareness back into you the moment your body is submerged in the glacial water. 

“Holy fuck.” You grit out, eyes closing in pain. 

“I know…I know, schatje. But it’ll get you feeling better so much quicker than anything else. 

You nod, still not fully aware of how you got here but thankful for Max’s steadying presence beside you. He’s crouched down so he’s eye level with you as you ball yourself up to get as much heated skin under the cold water and the worry etched all over his face is enough to steal your breath. 

“Max. Holy fuck. That was…you weren’t just Maxsplaining to me last night, were you?” 

A chuckle finds its way out of his lips, despite the state of panic Max is in. “No, I was not just ‘Maxsplaining’ anything last night, silly girl.” 

“Shut up.” 

“You’ve got your fire back, I see. I think you’ll live.” Max leans in to press a kiss to the crown of your head before dropping another kiss on your temple, then your cheek, and finally his lips find their home on yours. Right where they belong. It’s not a lingering kiss, or a passionate one. No. This kiss is filled with gratitude and relief and sheer dumb realization of how much this man loves you. 

Your eyes are open more now, a few minutes in the ice bath doing your heat stroke symptoms good. It takes you a few moments to really grasp the severity of what just happened. How close you came to passing out mid-race. How it was Max that got you out of that car and was at your side before anyone else. 

All around you, the paddock is bustling to life. The scene Max created by hauling you over to Ferrari’s garages has somewhat dissipated. Only a few onlookers are stopped still, but your team remains solidly around you, faces a mask of concern. But the only person you see is Max. 

“Thank you, baby.” You murmur when he leans in for another kiss. 

“Anything for you, schatje.” He rasps, emotion clawing at his throat. “Anything.”