#ok i said some but actually ALL of them need to be maxed out

[alteredsilicone]

Tenet and Kuva secondaries officially done...

[livwritessometimes]

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

: Mason Mount x singer!reader

: Y/n can do it with a broken heart

: Prev (Love Lost Series) | Next

: Begin Again Series

: Love Lost Series

: Main Masterlist

: Author's Note: It’s finally here!!! The spin-off series for Love Lost! Lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist

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Yourname: Just me, my niece, my Kelly, and some guy we found on the way 🌊

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kellypiquet: the best way to spend summer 🩵

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User21: “my Kelly” 🥺🥺

maxverstappen: Excuse me ☝🏻 what do you mean by some random guy???

-> Yourname: I think I was pretty clear by what I meant 😌

-> kellypiquet: ya seemed crystal to me 🤷🏻‍♀️

-> maxverstappen: why do I even bother anymore 🤦🏻‍♂️

-> User69: ya max at this point just admit it’s Y/n and Kelly in a relationship and you’re the other woman 😙

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👤: magui_corceiro

landonorris: Summer has never been better ☀️

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magui_corceiro: ily sm ❤️

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-> landonorris: ily too 💘

maxfewtrell: It’s ok 👌🏻 no need to thank the photographer or anything

→ landonorris: 🙄

User09: Ahhhh so cuteeeee!!!!

User86: I love them SO MUCH 💗

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Yourname: Lights, Camera, Bitch Smile! 📸

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maxverstappen: P says she loved the show a lot!

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-> Yourname: Tell P I love her!! And that I’m getting her all the merch from the shows 💕

-> kellypiquet: Y/n no ☝🏻 she already has a lot of merch

→ maxverstappen: Yes Y/n - P :)

-> Yourname: 😊

-> kellypiquet: 😠

-> Yourname: 🏃🏻‍♀️

-> maxverstappen: 🏃🏻

-> maxverstappen: 🏃🏻‍♀️- P

User43: Another day of Y/n and Max testing Kelly’s patience

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👤: Yourname

Y/nUpdates: Y/n L/n was spotted taking pictures with a fan. According to her fans, she seems to be in a good place. Many are happy to see the singer smiling again, especially after the breakup of Lando Norris and Y/N L/n. Since then, Norris has started seeing Portuguese model Margarida Corceiro. There is no news about whether L/n is seeing someone or not. Stay tuned to find out more about what the singer has been up to these days. 

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User04: I'm so happy that she’s better now!!!

User79: she's so pretty 😍

User66: Who needs a man to be happy anyways 😊

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👤: Yourname, carlossainz55, joaofelix79, puma

scuderiaferrari: Stay tuned for this week's video with Puma’s newest ambassadors, Y/n L/n and João Félix. Watch the magic happen as the two partner up with our very own Carlos Sainz in an interesting video, wherein you’ll get to see them take turns at tongue twisters in each other’s native language. We can’t say much about the video, just that our stomachs still hurt from laughing so much 🤭. Video out this Thursday!

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Yourname: 💕

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carlossainz55: Can’t wait 🙌🏻

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joaofelix79: Had so much fun 🫶🏻

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User55: Ferrari you dirty dirty bastard 😏

User08: Puma said let’s play matchmaker and picked the two people who would actually break the internet if spotted together 😩

User78: If I were Lando or Magui I would be so salty tho 😝

User00: Not them throwing Carlos being in the mix 😭 cherry on the top for little lando norris!!

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Yourname: Cats out of the bag ig 🤭

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joaofelix79: i guess so 🤔

-> Yourname: Seems like we can’t do anything now 🤷🏻‍♀️

-> joaofelix79: 😏

User89: ok wtf? I was not expecting them to be interacting like this! It’s kinda 😳

User64: why do I suddenly crave more João and Y/n content in my life!!

carlossainz55: I still think it was unfair 👎🏻

-> Yourname: Chilli you’re just upset cause you lost 😜

-> User11: She has a nickname for CARLOS ❤️❤️

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👤 : maxverstappen, redbullracing, joaofelix79

Yourname: This week’s episode of Keeping Up With Max-Emilian 🇳🇱

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joaofelix79: Best paddock partner ��🏻‍🫲🏼

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-> Yourname: Honestly! Like what would you have even done without me 💅🏻

-> joaofelix79: hmm 🤔 probably gotten to the garage faster 😊

-> Yourname: I see how it is! Good luck trying to navigate through the area next time 🙂

-> joaofelix79: now now Y/n I’m just joking 😅 why aren’t you answering your call?? I still don’t know where the exit is!! Y/NN

-> Yourname: 🦗🦗

maxverstappen: 💙

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redbullracing: At this point it should be ‘Keeping Up With Y/n’ who is this Max anyways 🤷🏻‍♂️

→ Yourname: maybe it should be 🤭

-> maxverstappen: Betrayed by my own team 💔

User99: Y/n and João dating was not on my 2024 bingo 🫨

User02: Did he take…no he didn’t…is he wearing her cap in the 3rd photo??? 🧢

-> User81: WAITTT HE ISSSSSS

joaofelix79 added to their story!

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👤: Yourname, joaofelix79

FootballUpdates: Y/n L/n and João Félix were spotted at a cafe near L/n’s apartment. Rumor has it, the two have been close ever since they shot a video together for the Scuderia Ferrari x Puma collab with Carlos Sainz. Many fans are excited about the potential for the two to become a couple, although some find it odd. It also should be noted that L/n’s ex, Lando Norris, and Félix’s ex, Margarida Corceiro, are currently in a relationship. There has been a lot of talk online about this newfound relationship between the two being the ‘ultimate revenge’ but only time will tell whether the two are dating or not. 

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User04: Shut upppppp there is now wayyyy!!

User33: they’d be kinda cute don’t you think 💭

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magui_corceiro: With the bulls today 🩵

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landonorris: That’s okay your heart is at papaya

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magui_corceiro: Always baby 🧡

redbullracing: Happy to have you with us this week 💙

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User11: nah red bull did Y/n dirty 🙂

User02: Max looked so awkward 😭😭

User67: You’re so prettyyyy 🧡

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Yourname: Just met the love of my life 💕 Never gonna leave Leo now 🐕

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alexandrasaintmleux: You told me you won’t post that picture 😕

-> Yourname: nooo don’t be sadd! You looked so cute I had to 😫

-> alexandrasaintmleux: 😊

scuderiaferrari: So does this mean that you’ll be at our garage from now on 😌

-> redbullracing: ah ah not so fast 🙅🏻‍♂️

-> scuderiaferrari: shooo 🤺

User09: Y/n x Ferrari Content>>>>>>>>

joaofelix79: ready to be the tour guide for Ferrari then?

-> Yourname: depends on who is looking for the tour 🗺️

-> joaofelix79: hmm okay 😏

-> User99: WHAT ARE THESE INTERACTIONS???

-> User71: Are you dating or not???? Just tell us please 😭😭

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Yourname: In between the studio 🎶

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User65: ARE WE GETTING NEW MUSIC????

joaofelix79: Ofc you used that photo 🙄

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-> Yourname: you love it 🥰

-> joaofelix79: Debatable I’d say 😬

kellypiquet: 🤭🤭

-> Yourname: 🤭🤭

-> User82: Kelly what do you know????? TELL US!!

charles_leclerc: ok it’s all good, hang out with my girlfriend and my dog but don’t tag me in the photo (even tho I took the second picture) 😃

-> Yourname: you’re just jealous they like me more 😌

-> alexandrasaintmleux: ya Charles, even Leo ran towards Y/n when you asked him ‘Leo my child who do you love more Y/n or your father?’ 😂

-> charles_leclerc: Alex that is OUR CHILD 😭

-> alexandrasaintmleux: life is so tough as a single mom 😔

-> Yourname: It’s okay Alex, I’m ready to be Leo’s other mom ☺️

-> alexandrasaintmleux: 🥰

-> User61: I don’t even know what to say to Charles at this point 😭😭

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👤: kellypiquet, alexandrasaintmleux, joaofelix79, maxverstappen, charles_leclerc, masonmount

F1updates: It seems like these stars have taken dancing the night away to a whole new level. F1 driver Max Verstappen was spotted at a club along with his longtime girlfriend Kelly Piquet, friend and fellow driver Charles Leclerc, and his girlfriend Alexandra Saint Mleux. Fans also spotted singer/songwriter Y/n L/n and football stars João Félix and Mason Mount with the group. According to bystanders, the group was celebrating Verstappen and Leclerc’s podium. In an interesting turn of events, some fans also spotted L/n getting involved in some serious dance floor action with a certain someone. Unfortunately, none of the people around were able to see the guy's face, but it is believed to be someone from the group. Now the question is: could it be one of the single footballers, or was it one of the committed F1 drivers?

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User04: WTFFFFF

User29: That has to be João!!!!

-> User06: Ikrrrrr like there is no question! The two have been so mysterious ever since the shot that video for puma

User52: The question is what is Mason doing there?

-> User03: Mason and João are good friends and João has been hanging out with Y/n a lot so maybe he called him? Who knows tbh 🤷🏻‍♀️

User77: Wow was Lando not enough for her? Now she is planning to ruin Max and Charles life too???

-> User88: let’s not forget featuring in a video with Carlos!! Like you know they’re good friends, I bet Carlos rejected her 😌

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Yourname: You know you’re good when you can even do it with a broke heart ❤️‍🩹

My new single out at midnight 🏆

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kellypiquet: I’M SO PROUDDDDD ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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maxverstappen: Ngl P and I play this every night before bedtime 💕

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-> Yourname: Maxieee you love me 🥹

-> maxverstappen: ok maybe a little 🤏🏻

alexandrasaintmleux: I’m so obsessed with you it’s not even a joke at this point 🤩

-> Yourname: I’m still saying I’m ready to be Leo’s other mom, just say the word and it’s done 🧑‍🧑‍🧒

-> charles_leclerc: It’s okay I have faith in the power of our love ❤️ (Alex please I’ll start crying right in the middle of the garage)

charles_leclerc: It’s gonna be such a hit Y/n/n I know it 🫡

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joaofelix79: It’s gonna create quite the buzz when it comes out 🤭

-> Yourname: what do you even mean 🤔

-> joaofelix79: we’re gonna play coy now are we? 😏

User59: that guy HAS TO BE JOÃO!!!!

-> User31: I SWEARRRR 😭😭 please let it be him 🙏🏻

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[rene-spade]

Ok but how are the crazy f1 dads with their daughters dating? Who on the grid do they like?

oof this is a loaded ask bc they really are all out of it 😭 they just love their babies fr

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dad! kimi | growing up räikkönen!

FIRST OF ALL kimi doesn’t really vibe with most people in general, let alone anyone who’s trying to get with his little lumienkeli. kimi was lucky to raise a little girl similar to him, who listens when he places a no dating rule lasting until she’s 21 (as far as he knows anyways). despises the guys on the grid trying to get with her; he was one of them once so he thinks of them as animals, especially leclerc who’s known for his brow-raising dating life. also hates pierre but he already didn’t fw him bc he’s french. he is SLIGHTLY more easy going with women around his daughter so any grid guys with girlfriends might have an advantage. he finds that he wants the im-a-dog-and-ill-do-whatever-my-girl-says type for his daughter, but he dislikes unintelligence. he does not like anyone on the grid, but he best tolerates:

mick schumacher!

oscar piastri (+lily)

he vibes with kika okay but hates pierre 💀

bonus! he actually really likes max but his hate/distrust for jos overpowers that so he’s not letting that happen

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dad! jenson | growing up button!

OK SO JENSON is a bit less intense than kimi, however he is much more publicly affectionate with his daughter which means that he has definitely gone on public rants about how no man is good wen enough for his baby. that being said, he is a decent judge of character so he doesn’t hate anyone on the grid. but he gets real serious when he notices people hitting on his baby. this is mostly bc he was def a whore when he was younger so he isn’t quick to trust guys who are living the same lifestyle he was. he kind of turns on dad-mode when he notices anyone eyeing her up. but alas, he raised his own mini-me, who attracts just about everyone, and who likes to flirt back. it takes warming up to, but he can see himself fine with most of the drivers. he most prefers people who are friendly and who didn’t act like him when he was in f1 like:

george russel

daniel ricciardo

lando norris

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dad! fernando | growing up alonso!

NANDO IS DEFINITELY one of those guys who thinks he’s a “cool dad” bc he’s a young father and his daughter is his best friend. but in reality he’s one of those intense, fiercely overprotective dads who have impossibly high expectations for his daughters partner. 100% the type to punch a mechanic for saying gross things about his princesa. he’ll be calm and in a good mood then someone on the grid (or any man ever) mentions his daughter and he’s like 😐. UNLESS! it’s carlos. carlos is the only one who meets his standards, sorry to literally everyone else. but even with carlos, he can be a little stern just to get his point across about not messing with his only child. he just feels the need to personally approve of his daughter’s partner bc he’s hyper-paranoid about someone hurting her. his list looks something like:

carlos sainz!!!

that’s it

i mean if you put a gun to his head maybe max bc he’s a winner but he needs to learn to speak spanish so-

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dad! jos | growing up verstappen! unfortunately

FUCK JOS VERSTAPPEN obviously, however this man is one crazy dad who we have to discuss. his love for his youngest daughter is wild and unpredictable, and it’s very different from the way he treats his other children. his baby has some extreme one-sided beef with him that he’s smart enough to know about, so he isn’t too forceful about bonding, it’s definitely more desperate since max found success in f1 and she sticks with her big brother now. her entire life, he’s never allowed her to date, and when he found out about her first secret bf, he got arrested for trying to kill the kid so. he has IMPOSSIBLY high standards for his daughters partner and definitely wants her to marry within the f1 community, but he hates losers and despises half the grid.

suddenly he’s charles leclerc’s biggest fan !

lewis hamilton but he’ll never admit it

MAYBE carlos sainz

bonus! max obvi likes daniel ricciardo best but jos doesn’t fw him like that

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Ren

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My Girls - Max Verstappen

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"Y/N, liefde, go. We will be fine," Max said, trying to push you out of the door for your first day back at work since Aleta had been born. You hadn't left her before, and it wasn't like you didn't trust Max because he was a brilliant dad, but you were already getting separation anxiety. 

Christian had told you to take all the time you needed, but you decided it was time to go back or else you didn't think you ever would. Max tried to get you to you to quit your job and become a full time mum, but you didn't want to and he respected that.

As he shoved you out of the door, you turned over your shoulder to see your beautiful baby girl bouncing in her carrier with a gummy smile on her face. You knew she'd be fine, but you didn't want to go. "You're going to be late," he tried to convince you as you stood on your doorstep.

"I know, but one more cuddle won't hurt," you said, trying to lunge past him to no avail. Max grabbed you and picked you up, walking you down the stone path to the car. All three of you had gone back to the UK so that you could carry on working, and Max would still be flying around for races. 

"I love you, and I will see you later," he smiled, kissing you quickly and opening the car door. Begrudgingly, you clambered into the car, started the engine, and pulled away before you had the chance to turn back. 

Max sighed once you had gone, glad that you were getting out of the house for a bit. When he was sure you had definitely gone and not turned around, he headed back in the house to check on little Aleta, who was still bouncing about in her carrier. 

"OK princess, we have some work to do," he said, picking up the infant as she flashed him a toothless smile and gargled happily. It shocked him how much he loved the little person, and he didn't believe it when people said that you love your child in a special way. Now, nothing seemed truer and purer that the bond between parent and child. 

—

Walking through the doors to the Red Bull HQ, you instantly felt at home in the building. The people smiled fondly at you, and almost everyone asked how Aleta was doing and you proudly showed off pictures of her.

It took you around an hour to actually get to your office, but you were glad to be back once you had settled in. You walked through the door to see a huge bouquet of pink flowers perched brightly on your desk. 

The note read, 'Dear Y/N, we hope you've enjoyed your time off and are well rested, and we all hope to meet Aleta sometime soon! It is brilliant to have you back - Christian and the Team'. By the side of the flowers, was a framed photo of you, Max and Aleta that you had taken a few days after she was born. 

A few tears stung your eyes at the thoughtfulness of the gift, and you pushed the frame to the side of your computer so that you could always look at it and have it there. 

You smiled at the note and the kind gesture, but you quickly got back to work, planning some challenges for Max, Checo and (new recruit) Daniel to do before the opener in Bahrain. As you were brainstorming, there was a knock at the door. 

"Come in!" you shouted, expecting it to be Christian since he said he would pop over to your office at some point in the day. "Hi," someone curtly said, closing the door behind them. That voice was familiar - and painfully so. 

"Get out, Scott," you bitterly spat, glaring at him over the top of your computer screen. The sight of him made your blood boil. You didn't feel hurt anymore, because Max had patched up the cracks that he had left in your heart. You just felt anger towards the pathetic excuse of a man that stood before you. 

"Can we just talk?" he sheepishly asked, approaching the desk and lifting the photo frame from it. Before you could snatch it off him, he got a good look at the perfect daughter he had abandoned. "Don't you dare," you scoffed, plucking the picture out of his hand and setting back on your desk. 

"Can I see her?" he asked, and the question just pissed you off more. 

"You lost the right to see her the moment you told me to get rid of her," you coldly said, fidgeting in your seat. You couldn't guarantee that you wouldn't hit him if he came nearer, so you stayed in your seat. "Please, Y/N," he pleaded, and you found it rather amusing. 

Lifting your hand up to scratch your head, Scott spotted the ring on your finger glinting under the office lights. "So you're marrying him?" he half scoffed half asked, but it sounded like a rhetorical question. 

"Yes, I am," you dead-panned, waiting for someone to walk by so you could send them to Christian's office. "How the hell could you marry him after what? 5 months?" 

"Well 5 months was a hell of enough time to realise that he's a whole lot better than you could ever be. Max cared about me when you didn't have any fucks to give. Max took care of me when you left me by myself. Max loves our child more than you ever could," you yelled at him, losing your cool completely. 

"How do you know when you won't give me a chance!" He shouted back, squaring up to you as you got out of your chair. "You didn't give me a chance, did you Scott? You told me to get rid of her and forget about it," you spat back at him.

"This is me giving you a chance, Y/N," he said, and you couldn't believe the audacity of him. He decided to show up, nearly a year too late to try and right the wrong he had made. But, no apology would ever be enough. "You can stick your chance up your ass," you scoffed, seeing people gathered outside of the door as they had opened it to see what was happening.

"He isn't her father," 

"Max was there for the scans, through the morning sickness, through the moodwings, through the late nights. Where were you?" you asked as he realised that people were there and listening. Scott stood there, wide eyed in surprise. 

"Where the fuck were you, Scott?" you asked again as more people appeared in the doorway. Before he had chance to answer, Christian walked through the door. "Scott, my office, now," he instructed, and Scott scampered away with his tail tucked between his legs. 

"Y/N, someone will come for you shortly," your boss said, ushering all of the people away from your office. You felt bad for letting that unfold how it did in an office environment, but there was no chance you were letting him speak to you like that.

While you waited for someone to come through, you tried to focus on your work, but your mind always wandered to Scott and how much of a dick he was. After around half an hour, Christian's secretary came through and told you to go to his office. 

There was no point in knocking as the door was already open and he waved you in. "So, tell me what happened,". You smirked in your head - this was going to be good. 

"So, I was doing my work, Scott knocked and I told him to come in because I didn't know who it was. He asked if we could talk, and I said no because this is not the right place to do that. He saw that I was engaged and asked how I could marry Max after the short time we have had together. He asked if he could see Aleta, I said no, then he asked for a chance and I started arguing with him. I am at fault, because I did argue back instead of being mature, so I apologise for that," you said. 

"I shouldn't have allowed him to rile me up like that, especially at work, and I am so sorry you are having to waste your time doing this," you apologised, a small part of you terrified that you were going to lose your job. 

"To start, thank you for being honest with me, it makes this a lot easier. Secondly, I appreciate that this situation is difficult, but that is not a reason to have fights like that in the office. However, we have decided to let Scott go," he said, and you worried even more. 

Even if Max did want you to stay at home, getting fired was not the way he wanted it to happen. He wanted it to be on your terms. "But we can't cope without you and this wasn't really your fault, so you're safe... For now," he joked, and you let out the air you had been holding in your lungs as he spoke. 

"Thank you, Christian. Again, I am really sorry," you said, standing and going back to your office. The rest of the day went by without a hitch, and you were free to drive home. 

—

"Right Leta, do we think mommy wants steak or chicken?" Max cooed at the infant as she sat in her carrier on the floor of the butchers. Of course, she didn't understand, but she gargled along just because it was her daddy talking to her.

"Yeah, I think she'd prefer steak too," he said, and the burly butcher behind the counter couldn't help but smile warmly at the pair. "Which steak are you thinking of?" he asked as Max turned to face him. "The best ones you have," he said. 

Max paid for the steaks and headed to their next destination. Now, this one was a bit of a peculiar stop, but you had burned up your entire store of them and the evening wouldn't be complete without at least one. 

When he walked into the store, he was washed over with a wave of different scents of floras. He looked around, each section labelled something different. After sniffing pretty much every candle the store had to offer while also being asked by the staff of he needed help multiple times, he was torn between two different scents.

"OK schatje, what do we think of fresh cotton?" he asked, holding the candle in front of Aleta. Did she have a clue what was going on? Absolutely not, but she was just smiling because Max was pulling funny faces at her. 

"I like your thinking, Lita, I like it," he said, picking up the rose scented candle and giving it a sniff. He held it out to Aleta, and she was just smiling because it was pink. "Yeah, I think this is the one as well. Good choice," he smiled at her, thinking he was going crazy since he was talking to a baby like she could understand.

He finally had everything he needed, and took Aleta home so that she could take a nap. Thankfully, she was a really easy baby when it came to falling asleep, so that didn't take longer than 10 minutes as she was tired after her big day.

Now, it was time for him to get to work. As the potatoes were boiling, Max headed upstairs and got extra dressed up in a suit to really make the night special. 

Just as everything was finished, he heard your car pull up onto the driveway and he stood in position by the dinner table. You trudged up the driveway with the bouquet of flowers from Christian in hand.

When you opened the door, you were greeted with the sight of the kitchen, lit up with candles and the table was all set up nicely. Walking through, you spotted Max stood there, looking handsome as ever. "What's this?" you asked, taking in the scene around you. 

"Nothing, I felt like treating you tonight," he smirked, walking towards you and taking the flowers off of you, "Who are these from?"

"Christian," you said.

"I'll put these in a vase," he said, taking them over to the sink to put some water in the container. "I'll go and get changed, give me a minute," you said. 

"No, you look perfect," 

"Max, I want to blend in," you laughed, running upstairs and dashing to the wardrobe. You flung your work clothes off and picked out the fanciest dress that you had here. You had more back in Monaco, but you brought a few home with you. 

You walked back downstairs, the soft pink fabric pooling around your feet. "You looked amazing before, but wow," he stuttered, pulling your chair out for you. 

"Thank you, darling," you smiled, sitting down and getting comfy at the table. Max brought out the first course before taking a seat himself. "So, how was work?" he asked, desperate to know how your first day had gone.

"Well, I missed the two of you so much it was unreal. I've planned some very fun things for you, Checo and Daniel to do, so look forward to that. Oh, and Scott got fired," you added quickly on the end. You really didn't want to tell him about the argument because you knew he'd get annoyed. 

"What did he do?" Max asked. Scott was a very good mechanic, to be fair to him, so there must have been some reason that he was fired, and he had a feeling you were involved. "What do you mean?" you asked, trying to hide the obvious fact that you were lying. 

"He was a perfectly good mechanic, he must have done something wrong," Max explained, and you could tell by the smug look on his face that he knew he was right. "We just had an argument, it was nothing," you shrugged, hoping he would move past it.

"Has to have been more than nothing if he got fired for it," Max pressed, waiting for you to tell him everything. He knew you would, it would just take a bit of pushing. "He was just asking about Aleta," you told him.

"What did you say?" 

"He asked about Aleta and he said he wanted to see her, I told him not a chance, then he saw we were engaged and went batshit nuts," you deadpanned, hoping he wouldn't ask about how he went nuts. Max would be pissed off. 

"What do you mean nuts?" he asked. Well there goes those hopes. 

"He started banging on about how you aren't her real father and this and that," you said, and you sheepishly watched as his face contorted into anger, near on rage. "Who the fuck does he think he is?" he half-shouted, before quietening down when he remembered that Aleta was upstairs asleep. 

"Max, it's fine, we won't have to see him ever again," you tried to calm him down, but you could see his blood was boiling as much as yours was when Scott came in and yelled at you. "He doesn't have the right to say those things to you," he seethed, putting his knife and fork down. 

"Darling, don't worry about it, really," you said, as it looked like Max was accepting the fact that there was nothing he could do that wouldn't damage his career. "I just can't believe the nerve," he said, resuming his food. 

Finally, the two of you had finished dinner completely and you were just gazing at each other across the table. "Thank you for this, I really appreciate it," you smiled, looking into his eyes. So blue and so calming. 

"You deserve a hell of a lot more, but this is the best we can do with a newborn," he replied, taking your hand from across the table. You didn't exchange any words, Max just stood up, and you followed suit. 

He led you over to the couch and pulled you down onto his lap. Yes, it was sudden, but that didn't mean it was unwelcomed. "I have missed this," he mumbled against your lips, before capturing your lips with his. 

You tangled your hands in his hair as the kiss deepend. Your hands snaked to the top buttons of his shirt as you fiddled with them. Just as you had undone the top few buttons, a loud cry sounded out through the house. 

"For fucks sake," you mumbled, but your small amount of anger was quickly dissipated and replaced by a need to take care of your daughter. You clambered off Max's lap and up the stairs, into Aleta's room. 

"Hey, sweetheart," you softly said to your crying daughter as you scooped her up in your arms. Pressing her to your chest and bouncing back and forth with her. "Shhh," you shushed the infant, hoping she would calm down and you could take her downstairs. 

"You can't be hungry," you sighed, trying to imagine what could be the matter with her. You checked her nappy, but that wasn't the issue. Wandering over to the rocking chair in the corner, you sat down and gently rocked back and forth. 

"I know sweetheart, I know," you soothed, rubbing her back as she slowly quietened down. After around 10 minutes, it seemed like she had calmed down and she had decided that she didn't want to scream the house down.

"Oh Leta you can be a handful," you whispered, placing a tender kiss to the top of her head. She was sprouting some fine, blonde hairs and you could have easily believed she was Max's with her hair and big blue eyes. 

As you rocked back and forth in the chair, you felt your eyelids become droopy and heavy as the weight of Aleta on your chest relaxed you. "I'll just nap for twenty minutes," you mumbled, letting sleep carry you away to a peaceful numbness. 

Max sat downstairs, missing the feeling of his lips on yours and the feeling of your hands running through his hair. The crying had stopped a while ago, so he didn't understand why you hadn't come downstairs yet. 

He figured you were just having a snuggle with her as it was your favourite way to spend time. Max had allowed you a few more minutes, but he wasn't hearing any signs of you coming back. He skipped up the stairs and quietly opened the door.

The only light from the room was the small, warmly coloured light that the lamp next to the rocking chair emitted. The light cast a shadow onto the figure of you, with Aleta snuggled up to your chest as the chair still lightly rocked. 

He couldn't help but smile to himself, the sight of pure perfection itself sitting right in front of him. You looked like something right out of a fairy tale: his queen holding the heir to the throne of their carefully crafted kingdom. 

You and Aleta were everything to him, and he would give up every championship, every podium, every trophy for the pair of you. You were his girls, and you were perfect. 

Checking the time, he realised that it was already half past eight, so he accepted that you were very tired as you had had a long day. "Liefde, come on," he gently shook you awake, careful not to wake up Aleta in the process. 

"Huh?" you sleepily murmured, not fully able to see Max until your eyes had adjusted. Aleta was pulled away from your chest, leaving your skin exposed to the cold of the room. "Max, give her back," you whined, closing your eyes and holding your arms out for her to be put back in. 

"Come on, you're coming to bed," he said as he made sure Aleta was safe and comfortable in her cot. "But I was comfy," you complained to him. You had to stifle a squeal of surprise as Max hoisted you up into his arms and walked you across the hall to the bedroom. 

He dropped you down on the bed, walking over to the wardrobe and plucking out one of his shirts from the hangers. "Can I take this off?" he asked, even though he knew the answer was going to be yes. You nodded, before the entirety of your dress was slipped over your head and thrown to the floor.

The soft t-shirt replaced it, and you wasted no time shuffling under the covers and shifting into a comfortable position. Max was wrapping his arms around you in no time, hands mindlessly trailing up and down your stomach. 

A part of him had been wanting to ask if you were open to a second child with him, maybe in two or so years time. He thought he'd let you get settled in married life combined with parenthood before he sprang that on you. 

He had already asked you two life changing questions when Aleta was born, so he thought he'd hold off for a while. 

—

Today was the big day. The day you had been waiting for your whole life. The day you would marry the man of your dreams. 

It had been exactly a year and three months since Aleta had been born and Max had proposed to you in the hospital. You had created so many memories together, and you hoped to create many more in the years to come. 

For now, it was time to focus on the moment and embrace the space you were in. As you stood at the altar, looking as stunning as ever in your flowing white gown, you gazed around the room to see everyone you loved, all gathered in one place. 

Aleta had done a brilliant job of being flower girl with Max's sister Victoria, and you couldn't help but cry a few happy tears as you watched on from the doors. Once all of your bridesmaids were stood in their places, it was your turn in the spotlight.

Max was stood there, eyes glazed over with tears of joy, looking incredibly handsome in his suit. It was like a light flashed before your eyes and you were there, his hands in yours as the officiary spoke unintelligible words to you. 

The noise was cancelled out by the bubble that entrapped you and Max. The pair of you had been through a lot, and now, you could leave all of that behind and carry on with life, together. Side by side. 

"And now, we will allow these two to share their vows with each other. Max, would you like to start?" Max nodded, and shifted where he stood.

"Y/N, liefde, the love of my life. I would like to take this opportunity to say thank you. Thank you for letting me into your life when you were most vulnerable, and it made a lot more sense to push me away rather than let me in. Thank you for letting me love you, because it is the thing that keeps me going when times get tough," he started, and tears were already forming in your eyes. 

"Finally, thank you for letting me be a father to Aleta, because it is the best thing I will ever get the honour of doing. I am so grateful that I am able to be stood here with you, because I may be a racing driver professionally, but above all of that, I am a husband and a father to the most beautiful girls in the world. It doesn't matter how many trophies I get, because none of them will mean half as much to me as the two of you do."

Now the tears were flowing like salty waterfalls, and you didn't want to go next. "You just had to make it hard for me, didn't you?" you laughed, the audience chuckling along with you. "Max. Being stood here with you today was something I didn't think would ever be possible. I was alone, I was scared, I was struggling. But then, there you were, like a beacon through the darkness that lit up my world,"

It was Max's turn to cry now, and you saw a few tears slip down his rosy cheeks, "You were there for me when nobody else was, and you gave me everything I have ever dreamed of and more. There is no one else that I would want to raise Aleta side by side with, and I will forever be in your debt for that. You are the pot of gold at the end of my rainbows, my sunshine on a rainy day, my everything. I know that, with you, I can do anything and everything," 

There was not a dry eye in the house, and you were finally pronounced husband and wife. He held you as the pair of you skipped down the aisle, the world beneath your feet. 

As you waited behind the doors to the reception room for your introduction as Mr and Mrs Verstappen, Max took your hand. "This is the second best day of my life," he smiled, squeezing your hand lovingly. "And the first?" you asked, but you knew what it was. It was the same for you as well.  

"The day our angel was born," he smirked as the music started and everyone was cheering. You clapped along with them, taking your spot on the dancefloor. 'Can't Take my Eyes off You' by Frankie Valli sounded out through the hall.

He held his hands on your waist as your arms linked around his neck. As you swayed to the song, your friends and family shed a few more tears of happiness at the sight of you, and there was no wiping the ecstatic smile off your face. 

Max had an equally goofy smile plastered on his lips, and he never wanted to let go of you. "Ik hou van je," he lightly laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"I love you too," you smiled against him. Max let you go and spun you around, your dress and hair fanning out all around you. As you were brought back to him, he detached himself from you and quickly dashed over to Victoria, who was holding Aleta. 

He plucked your daughter out of his sister's arms and brought her over to you. He laced his other arm around you as you swayed with Aleta, who was giggling along happily. "I needed both of my girls here," he said, making your heart swell even more - despite the fact that you didn't think that was possible. 

Aleta was looking all pretty in her little pink dress and her blonde hair was pulled into two pigtails on either side of her head. She was making some happy noises as the three of you twirled around the dancefloor. 

You took her off Max, wanting to dance with your daughter. Holding Aleta in one arm, Max spun the pair of you with the other as she let out fits of high pitched giggles. As if life couldn't get any more perfect. 

Max brought you back into his chest, Aleta resting comfortably on your hip. She had been making sounds of squeals and laughs, but then she said something.  Max looked at you for a moment, confirming that he had actually heard what you had. 

You nodded at him wearily, not completely sure. "Dadda," she said, louder this time. 

"I'm not hearing things, am I?" you asked, looking at Max's dumbfounded expression with a stupid happy smile on your face. "I don't think I-"

"Dadda," she repeated, but with a lot more confidence. 

"Oh my god I am so proud of you, my clever girl!" Max exclaimed, pulling the pair of you closer to him and kissing all over her face. She kept on repeating the word, and it sounded better each time. "That's me," Max cried, his voice cracking.

"Yes it is, darling," you responded. For the rest of the night, Aleta was showing off how clever she was to everyone in the reception. As the night drew on, people eventually started retiring to their rooms, and Aleta had gone to bed a few hours ago since it had been a long night for her. 

"You tired?" Max whispered in your ear, lazily slinging an arm around your waist. Less people were dancing, and more people were sitting around, idly sipping at the remnants of their drinks.  "Yeah," you confirmed, resting a tired head on his shoulder. 

"I hope you're not too tired," he smirked, gripping you tighter. 

"I think we could head back to our room early," you mumbled, before making your rounds and saying goodbyes. As soon as you could, the pair of you ran out, hand in hand, skipped up the stairs, and stumbled into your hotel room, unable to keep your hands off each other. 

Now, you officially had forever ahead of you, and you had your favourite people all around you. 

A/N - Do we want a bit more? Because I have more planned...

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[definitelynotshouting]

Hi I’m obsesseddddd with your hunger au and after reading the lore doc and the fic I have a couple questions if you don’t mind

Ok first off this isn’t really a question and more like a “huh wouldn’t that be fucked up” thought but uhhhh. So og grian was pretty much trapped in a box and constantly watched while the larva developed right. Did the watchers ever feed off him? Bc I imagine being trapped and just waiting to die wouldn’t be great for your emotional state. Or would they not since he is hosting the larva and that point so they can’t/wont feed on a host? Oh also you said that he made the deal to become a watcher while under duress. I imagine that duress could easily be heightened by some hungry watchers. And having your brain lightly fried would probably make you more susceptible to agreeing to a fucked up situation

And for my second question I was curious how aware the general populace/the hermits are of watchers?? Like are they a known thing and ppl just aren’t sure how they work or what. Because the rescue group had to puzzle out that grian was benefiting from their suffering in some way, but pearl seemed to have some idea of what grian was with the whole “eating our brains” bit so I’m curious what levels of knowledge they’re operating with here

Anyways thanks for reading my silly little thoughts on your amazing au!! It’s so fun I’m having such a good time with the horrible things happening

Im so glad you like the fic, anon!! :DD im always so touched when people tell me they enjoyed it enough to read the lore behind it-- gods ive gotta update that, there are a sizeable amount of newer asks i havent added to it yet, plus my beloved friend @/corvidaearts made a proper carrd for it on my birthday that i plan on replacing the google doc with!!! Just, uh, as soon as i add aforementioned posts dkcjsjdjfj

That would be super fucked up if they fed on him while he was trapped, OUGHHHH.... id say in canon probably not, because feeding off of one Player is really really dangerous for them, and Grian was now a host for their experiment to see if they could bring their population back up. If anything, nobody touched or interacted with him beyond the bare minimum it took to keep him safe from any potential respawns, and it was likely only the colony elders who even had direct access to him in the first place. THAT BEING SAID..... GODS THATS FUCKED UP I LOVE IT. And, well, i suppose one Watcher did feed on him.. which was Grian himself, as he emerged from his Player cocoon. Player!Grian's final moments of agony and terror were amplified to the max as his Watcher-self's very first meal, and that haunts Grian a lot late at night if he lets himself think about it

The duress he was placed under to become a host in the first place involved a significant amount of heightened emotional leverage though, thats for sure. One of these days i need to map out how exactly that went down, but i know that it involved an offer that was not actually an offer, several lies through omission, intimidation tactics that spanned the entirety of Evo in the first place, and using Grian's own fear-- both of them, and for his friends-- against him. Real fucked up situation all around 😔😔😔😔

General populace does not know much if anything about the Watchers!! The Watchers are, aside from this one colony, pretty much extinct; even before that, they relied quite a lot on camouflage and secrecy to keep their presence from being discovered, both by their prey and by the Seekers that hunted them.

Some very very old Players might know whispers of information-- rumors from the tail end of a game of telephone, as it were. And there are for sure a few individuals here and there who know of them due to personal experience (including the entire Evo crew, which was ofc a special case), but because Player information is not centralized in any capacity in this universe, the vast majority of Players have zero knowledge that Watchers even exist, let alone what they do and how they feed.

Pearl, with her previous knowledge and experience with Watchers and how they operated while involved with the Evo server, made some really good educated guesses about how Grian works and what's going on with him. And ofc everyone on Hermitcraft, plus all the lifers, knows that Grian at the very least can manipulate Player emotions to an extreme degree-- putting those context clues together, you can piece together quite a few connections. She doesn't have the full picture, but at this point in time she's basically figured out a good chunk of it. The rest will have to come from Grian himself >:]

[dear-ao3]

hi it's me the person from like a week ago who's writing that college paper about f1 i was gonna respond and then i immediately forgot lol. the paper is on the different media strategies and narratives of the fia, teams, drivers, gp locations, etc, and how they interact with each other. and also how the ways liberty media and the fia are marketing the sport and drawing in new fans is actually alienating people and suppressing the authenticity of the sport. especially post drive to survive.

i'm a comms major lol i am a massive public relations nerd

also a couple questions: idk how well versed you are in business stuff but how would you say f1 has changed its branding, especially pre liberty media to now? and how were drivers marketed before the era of portraying them as like,, pop stars? when was that shift? also if you have any specific examples (or places i could find examples) related to that stuff or sexism in f1 or just how f1 tries to control the narrative i would appreciate it because jesus christ the lack of research is terrible

ok dump over the essays not due for another like 3 weeks but when its done i can send it to you if you want to read it :)

aaaaa this got lost in my ask box i hope i’m not too late posting it :/ unfortunately i have no real sources for you. i know the shift was post drive to survive, but i think it also depends on the country because like f1 hasn’t really been a huge Thing in the us, but like ferrari has been italys second religion for years. so it might make sense if you focused it on a country. like in the time since dts first released they added two more us gps: miami (2022) and las vegas (2023). i know there’s a lot of british bias, especially by sky sports and sometimes in the penalties as well. i think fernando alonso called that out this year (?) and max also usually mentions it a few times (at brazil this year he definitely called out the british press) i know there’s also interviews of drivers saying post dts people recognized them way more (maybe this was daniel? or lando?) but some of them really like it (daniel) and some of them don’t (like max) you could also play the angle from social media, like george used to i know at least run his own twitter way back in the day (might have been pre f1 but i think he was still running it loosely in 2019 or at least tweeting himself) and now he doesn’t really touch social media At All cause of the comments he gets. lando used to run most of his own social media also until i think like 2020? 2021? (as in i don’t think he had a social media team) before he passed it off to someone else, though i know he still goes on for sure. i think a lot of them definitely cleaned up their media presence post dts (like lewis was certainly a pr nightmare at one point earlier in his career which a lot of people don’t realize or remember and we’re not even going to talk about fernando alonso). the sport has gotten more tame for sure over the years, they used to get away with doing and saying way more but that could also just be a general cultural shift, there’s also i know pockets of people who are like oh this sport used to be so respectful and manly and blah blah blah and like. there’s photos of michael schumacher at a party in a wedding dress. david coulthard used to pretend to kiss his teammates on the lips in front of the cameras. as for sexism, there have been female drivers before, usually only doing short stints. i know susie wolff has talked about this with the f1 academy how pretty much only lewis consistently shows up to support it. i think max (?) said earlier this year that academy is great but if they want them to make it to f1 they need to give them faster cars. there’s also the whole horner fiasco from earlier this year.

idk if any of this is useful. or if you’ve already turned in your paper. in any case, good luck :)

[nightmanatee]

reasons why it might be safi all along (i mean why not).

disclaimer! i don't THINK i'm going to be right but i have been thinking about this game and all it's characters for so long that i won't stop until the next game is out i guess. do take this with a grain of salt just in case..

so. yeah. in a perfect circumstances the next game is going to be about max again. and safi. again. and many other things that i'll explain below but i also have tl;dr at the bottom bc there's a lot to talk about.

before we start i want to establish a few things about safi: she can turn into anybody she's met irl. she can leave parts of herself in people when she turns into them. these parts act as things that "change" people making them more like safi (something poetic about her losing parts of herself and being more like others she turns into and others becoming more and more like her). and she can potentially manipulate people.

part 1: all the things that happened before.

there are some weird things that are mentioned even before lis:de timeline. max has a part in her journal about how yasmin "was just some hot older lady who seemed to really want to be my friend" and safi CAN become her mother if she wants to. and even if it's actually yasmin it might be safi's part in her that wants max here. max is also promised an apartment where she "could bring friends over if she had any" and then the first day at uni safi comes in and says hi "like we've been friends for years"??? FOR YEARS??

"did you snoop into my wallet??" seriously how come we moved on from this THIS FAST???? like i get it safi getting into max's house in ep3 to see what max is up to but ep1? why would she want to get to learn about max this way?

i've checked their sms and there's one interesting thing when safi is being like "not to sound like a creeper but are you still at turtle?" or something and it IS interesting how she knows it (max being all alone at thanksgiving at turtle).

what could this all mean? well, 2 things. either safi is really interested in max's life and wants to know her and she doesn't care about consent, personal space and privacy (something max does if she romances amanda btw). or she needs to know not who max is but what, but more on that later.

part 2: max as a character.

although i do think that it's possible for max to be who she is in de given 10 years of growth but also given all the previous things i've said it might be safi's part in her making her act like this. max's freakiness totally comes from safi (remember ep4 dialogue between them), her confidence comes from her too (is it about her having more confidence or max having a lot of confidence through the years before (enough for her to win a few competitions)).

also! remember that max has taken out safi's parts out of moses, gwen and herself? and still safi can turn into her (vinh, yasmin and amanda). i also do wonder if it means that safi doesn't have "influence" on these people she can just turn into them? but then also -

part 2.5: "why isn't it hurting me?"

- also consider this: could it be so that safi lied to max and some part of her is still here. might as well explain why she hasn't replied to chloe's message anyways. or does it mean that safi has "been inside her" for so long that max doesn't even notice it yet.

it is rather interesting how there are a lot of moments specifially with safi that get brushed off and not mentioned again: the wallet thing, safi being too cruel in ep4 confession, her explanation for max not being hurt by her. could there be something more to it?

part 3: the reasoning.

ok. but really like why? why would she need to get max here in the first place? could this be just an accident with the universe being so kind to plot something like this? or could it be safi wanting more talented (like actually talented wink wink lucas) people here and she's noticed max and her work and decided to bring her here?

yeah it can be just it.

it can also be that safi just lied.

part ???: the one where i think safi lies.

ok but also let's imagine for a second that safi just. lied about many things. she did know about arcadia bay (weird how she's ready to snoop into max's wallet but can't google one thing about her? is it really THAT hard to either google who she is and to learn that she's from oregon or to go through her friends online see victoria chase and see that victoria probably posted about arcadia bay. like c'mon guys it can't be THAT hard). she did know that max has powers (just not what kind). she knew about chloe and met her personally.

if you go into the theory of safi becoming "others" who she shapeshifts as then her saying "partner in grime", doing the finger pistols, even her eagerness to "sacrifice herself for a greater good" - might all be from chloe.

she might've lied about not knowing anything to learn just how much max is weak for these things (something she's done for lucas).

part 5: the nightmare sequence.

it starts off pretty realistically with max encountering moses copying safi (one thing she talks about and it being potentially implied that she leaves a part of herself in people and they will act more like safi) but then something weird happens: the nightmare becomes personal. suddenly it's safi being in "chloe"'s position, it's blackwell's bathroom (max told safi about this) max having a weird unexplainable memory of her breaking up with chloe over safi's "coolness" (something she would've never said herself could it just be max). there are memories of her in the darkroom (mentioned in the diary), motels (something safi could've never known). it is kinda weird to focus on these things while the whole "nightmare" is more about helping safi becoming herself again. there's too much chloe for something that shouldn't include her in the first place (bc safi hasn't met her, has she?🤨🤫)

"she was in my head back there, and she didn't think of me at all" and "you know i was in love with her, or i thought i was" are two very interesting quotes from vinh that could mean that safi CAN make someone feel certain things she wants them to feel.

could she also make max feel like she needs to move on from chloe? given how eager she was to make max a move on amanda?

so yeah i do kinda feel like max hasn't finished her job fully and that something's got fixed but not all.

bonus part: aren't they merging already??? wait WHAT.

this thing is written at the very end of the game after safi, after nightmares after EVERYTHING. "something has been restored" and i wonder what, considering that it's not about safi or other peoples' memories. could it be that more that these two timelines merged? i mean it could also mean just max herself being "restored" by being able to save the day with everyone this time around but we'll see.

ok, wait! part 6: bay over bae.

almost forgot it. but yeah how can bay thing be somewhere here? well for once chloe is still important to max in this timeline the only problem is safi not being able to meet her "irl". i mean unless!! she evolves her powers enough to be able to "mimic" not only a person but their power/s as well. and given how she knows both of max's powers she can either timetravel to meet chloe or just travel to a parallel timeline to meet her future self (and to hurt max even more) or both. and now this will be the worst.

tl;dr? kinda?

what could that all mean? it could mean that safi has plotted max getting into caledon (to get what kind of powers max has/to exploit her talent to boost university's fame) and her only way to achieve that would be if max and chloe broke up (given how chloe didn't want to settle in with max yet. or if max wouldn't want to come "home" yet.

OR

it could mean that safi knows max's WEAKEST spot now and might, y'know, use it given a chance and a reason. and oh boy does she has a reason to (esp if you don't side with her). she can turn very fast against someone (did this to gwen and max), one wrong thing and she will want to hurt max in the worst way (remember how she's told all these awful things to robbie despite personally knowing him??? and it's all bc of his dad's actions?).

but only time will tell.

[o-uncle-newt]

OK I've talked here, I think, about my strong belief that we need a Miss Climpson's Cattery TV show to jump on the mystery period drama bandwagon- and I've been thinking about what it might look like and have some ideas

Please feel free to add some in comments or reblogs!

The overall cast structure is basically like Call the Midwife S1 (or, more accurately, S2-3)- we have a POV "new to the crew" character who is purportedly the main character (but significantly lower-drama than Jenny lol) but it's functionally an ensemble. Miss Climpson is the Sister Julienne character, aka the on-the-ground boss, and then there are a bunch of other operatives, who all show up at SOME point in most episodes but only a few of them take center stage each episode in a particular case or two. There are also the support staff/actual typists, who are fun side characters.

Wimsey is a side character, and is played by a non-super-famous actor. He only appears in a few episodes at most in each season, usually as someone who is giving work to the operatives. While he can bring in operatives to help him on his cases, he is never allowed to solve any agency cases.

Harriet is a one or two episode max character. She meets Miss Climpson and possibly Miss Murchison but nobody else (as discussed in Gaudy Night). Honestly, if they don't show her that's fine too. At most she's brought in to provide help/insight on a literary world case.

The show starts right after the events of Strong Poison, and it's discussed as a recent case among the team. That said, unless it can be fit canonically into a Sayers story without undue bother, the episodes do NOT circle around existing Sayers plots.

Miss Murchison is a significant character, and has a love interest to whom she gets married sometime toward the third/fourth year of show canon (as we know that canonically she gets married sometime before the events of Gaudy Night). It is a cute older-nerd romance and everyone ships it. There is no "drama," just sweetness.

This is optional, but it is POSSIBLE that Wimsey brings Miss Meteyard into the firm, likely not permanently but possibly on a one-case basis for her advertising world expertise. She is initially snobbish about it but soon grows out of it.

As I've alluded to above, the main rule is- Sayers canon can never be violated. There is SO much space for great story and characterization that falls totally in line.

Everything else... is totally up to whoever! And I'm absolutely up for other ideas! These are just the main things I've thought of and I may come back and make additions/edits but here we go for now.

Though... casting idea- I'm not usually very good at this but I really feel like, speaking of Call the Midwife, Georgie Glen (Miss Higgins) could be an interesting Miss Climpson. Quite different than the excellent one in the Petherbridge/Walter adaptation of Strong Poison, but still good. I'm completely open to other suggestions though, as well as casting suggestions for other characters (including just actors who you think would be good for random currently-nonexistent/hypothesized ones- it's just so open ended, there are so many choices!).

[xeenybobean]

"The Secret." Earth-42 Miles x (F)Reader

Was requested by an anonymous through Google Forms!

Word count: 5k

Summary: You are Miles’s girlfriend and throughout your whole relationship you start to notice Miles’s absences whenever it came to date night, movie night, or any date plan that happened at night. Whenever he leaves he would text you right away to tell you he couldn’t make it because of his "work" saying he would make up for it later. But what was his “work?” that question would always make you wonder what does your boyfriend do?? Whenever you brought the subject up he would act cold and icy towards you and now you know why... You grew curious whenever your boyfriend went off with his uncle. Curiosity killed the cat you may say, as you decide to explore the mystery of your cold-hearted boyfriend Miles but you didn't think what you'd discover in his room could change your life forever.

⚠Warning⚠: Angst to somewhat fluff |Cussing|Some Spanish between reader and Earth42!Miles|

{I do not speak Spanish nor do I take the language, I am using a translator so if there's anything wrong with my grammar or spelling please tell me and I’ll change it ASAP!!}

Edit!: Credits to my friend who helped with with the Spanish translations love you girlie 🫶🫶

“Sometimes we all need to make sacrifices for the ones we love. Even if it means to change entirely.” 

Waiting...

Waiting was all you did as you stared at your phone watching the time tick one by one. The sound of the clock in the background drove you insane to the max. With each tick, you grew more anxious. You bit your lip and sighed as you looked at the delivered messages you sent your boyfriend Miles but nothing..

Nothing at all.  It was 9:30 PM. Miles was supposed to be at your place by 8:30, but it's been 1 hour. 1 whole hour, and nothing from your boyfriend not one text or call from him telling you he wasn’t going to come to the date at your place. Stress and sorrows began to fill your body as you slowly lost hope and gave up drawing in the towel. 

Everything was set up and ready to go, you bought extra pillows, took blankets from your room that were extras, and bought more of Mile’s favorite snacks and drinks just for him to not show up. Stacks of movie tapes were piled on the side of the TV that was off. Tonight was supposed to be movie night but Miles was a no-show once more. 

“Better start cleaning up..” you mumbled to yourself as you turned on the lights in the living room as sadness engulfed your body. This wasn’t the first time Miles bailed out on you, it's been more than you could count on both your hands. You sighed as you began to put the movie tapes back in their covers one by one then closed them putting them back in the cabinet under the TV.

You then stood up and began to grab all the snacks you’d made and bought to put them back in the pantry. While you were in the kitchen you heard your phone buzzing, you dropped whatever was in your hand and ran from the kitchen to the couch where your phone was resting. You quickly picked it up to see Miles's contact name. 

“Call from Mi Amor.”

Your phone spoke as it began to vibrate loudly as the sound of your ringtone echoed through your apartment. You quickly picked it up and put him on speaker as you sat down on the couch sighing. 

“Yes my love?..”

You said bluntly, Miles could tell how tired you were from the other line as you heard him sigh on the other line.

“I’m guessing you are not gonna make it. Again.”

You spoke as you began to fidget with your nails picking at them gently.

“Hi mi amor..just wanted to check in on you. I’m sorry mi corazón.. Work called in again I swear I’ll make it up to you ok?.. Please don’t be mad at me..”

He spoke softly, you could hear his voice trembling as you stared at your phone humming a response as you let out a long sigh. You knew he meant well but you were tired, you barely get to see your boyfriend due to this “work” he spoke off. You began to wonder if he was actually at work or if he was doing something else to avoid you. You shook your head and cleared your mind away from that thought as you looked at the bright screen wishing it was your boyfriend who was talking to you instead of a device. 

“It’s alright Miles…just get home safe.”

Before he could say anything you hung up and placed your phone downwards on the now-empty coffee table. He sighed, he knew he messed up but how could he tell you what his actual work was? When he was a villain. That he might lose you due to just the fact he was The Prowler. He heard his uncle calling to him as he hid his phone following his uncle's commands. You began to rub your temples and ran your fingers through your messy tangled hair as you got up once more to continue cleaning up the mess on the kitchen floor.

You crouched down to pick up the candy bards and the other snacks that you dropped on the floor to rush to your phone. You stood up with your arms filled with snacks as you leaned against the counter to put everything down. You sighed and looked at your empty appointment as you continued to feel sad..it was empty and quiet with the love of your life. Without him you felt dreary and alone..but why was he gone? Why was he always gone?? You started to ponder as you slowly began to put the snacks back into the open cabinet one by one. 

Your mind wasn’t in your mind, your brain was wandering from place to place everything all at once, you were first worried about your boyfriend as your mind began to travel to why he wasn’t here right now with you. As you put the last snack back in the cabinet you accidentally grabbed a box of cereal that was opened and it spilled all over the floor. Your mind soon went back to reality as you felt and heard the pieces of ce3ral dropping onto the cold marble flooring. You looked down and picked the box up. 

“Miles’s favorite cereal... Great now I have to buy another one..” You chuckled slightly as you looked at the box but heard something moving. Something heavy... It wasn’t cereal, right? You then heard a sudden beeping sound coming from the box as you looked at the opened flaps to see something blinking. You reached your hand and grabbed the object. It seemed to be a watch. You tilted your head slightly as your face began to illuminate in different colors as the watch began to blink purple and red LED lights. 

You grew curious and placed the empty box down and put the watch on. The minute you put the watch on a hologram of a map popped up in front of you, there was an arrow where you were standing it began blinking slightly as a pair of directions began to speak to you. It piqued your interest... You wanted to know what your boyfriend was truly hiding from you so you grabbed your phone and house keys as you put your shoes on and left your apartment complex. 

You followed the directions given to you as you looked up to see you were now in front of Miles’s apartment complex. 

“Why would you take me here?..” You asked yourself as you began to walk in, you walked up the long staircase until the beeping stopped. You were now in front of his family's apartment door. You knocked gently and took the watch off and stuffed it into your pocket as Mile’es mom opened the door. Her eyes lit up to see you as she began to place kisses all over your face. 

“Ah! Mi novia!! How are you huh? Bienvenida bienvenida!” She said as she welcomed you into the apartment. “You have to forgive me the house is a little bit messy!” you laughed slightly, you loved how warm and sweet Mile’s mom was towards you like you were her child as well. You began to take your shoes off and closed the door for her. 

“Gracias señora..” You said softly as you looked around and she instantly knew who you were looking for and frowned softly as she wiped her hands on her apron. 

“Lo siento chica, Miles went out with his Uncle a while ago... He should be back soon. You can stay as long as you’d like until he gets back ok?” She said softly to you as she caressed your face and placed small kisses on your forehead. With each kiss, she placed you melted and felt loved. You smiled lightly and thanked her once more as she went back to the kitchen.

You looked towards the kitchen to make sure Mile’s mom was distracted as you quickly began to speed walk down the narrow hallway to Miles's room you pulled the watch and saw it blinking once more. You slowly opened his door and stared at his dark room... You gulped slightly as you heard the door squeaking open revealing the darkness in your boyfriend's room. You slowly pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight as the bright white light showed revealing his somewhat clean room. You looked from the GPS on the watch to where you were standing as the beeping grew louder and louder. You begin to walk to where the sound grew loudest the most as you were now standing in front of his desk. 

You placed your phone down and turned on the desk light, it seemed like an ordinary desk but something didn't seem right..you could feel knots growing in your stomach like you weren’t supposed to be there and you weren't supposed to follow your conscience... You felt your heart racing faster and faster as your breathing picked up. You looked around to make sure no one was there as you sat down on his chair.

You felt the watch close to see there was an outline that matched the watch to the drawer under the desk. You gulped slightly and inserted the watch into the outline. And it matched perfectly. You heard a loud click as the door behind you shut closed, everything locked instantly, the windows instantly shut and locked as the curtains closed automatically.

You tried to get out of his seat but you were practically glued to it. You were so scared. What was your boyfriend hiding... That question was what you’ve been wanting to unearth for so damn long. You sat in the chair and watch as your boyfriend's regular room turned into a villain's liar. The bed turned over to reveal a purple and black motorbike, and the cabinets and drawers in his room flipped over to reveal sharp weapons that had a symbol on each one of them. You felt your heart racing as his closet flipped to reveal another version of the prowler's suit. It shows bright neon purple... You slowly got up and felt your legs shaking as you looked at the transformed room. 

“What the hell..” You whispered to yourself as your legs began to move on their own towards the Prowler's suit that was on display... You reached your hand to touch it and it was real... You began to look around the newly transformed room to see what your boyfriend's secret was. Why he never showed up to date nights, why he made up excuses, why he never told you. Your emotions came rushing through your body as you gripped the prowler's mask and stared at it. You felt your whole body freeze as you could only hear your racing heart beating faster and faster like no tomorrow. 

You finally discovered what your boyfriend had hidden from you all along. He was the Prowler. 

This made your heart stop you felt your breathing growing faster and faster as your hands began to shake holding the bright neon magenta mask in your hands, you couldn’t believe it... The sweet, kind caring, soft person you knew and loved so much... Was a villain let alone the Prowler... Someone who kills people as a living. You didn’t want to believe it but you had no choice…this just proved to you why he never came or showed up all those date nights. You felt tears brimming your eyes as they slowly rolled down your cheeks onto the mask that your boyfriend wore. You couldn’t believe what you saw in front of you... It was all real, he has hidden this from you for the amount of time you'd been dating... 

Your eyes remained wide as you couldn’t grasp the information you just figured out. He’s been lying to you all this time keeping this secret away from you but why. You couldn’t understand... This had to be a joke... Right? Your sweet Miles would never do something like this right?.. You felt your whole body shaking as you continued to stare at the mask your vision doubling due to the tears that stung your eyes. Your mind was racing nonstop thinking, wondering, and worrying, you were filled with sadness, rage, and anger. You were lost in your mind and emotions so much that you haven’t noticed the sound of Mile’s mom greeting her son, that you didn’t hear someone walking down the halls. 

Once Miles got home and walked towards his room he noticed a purple hue glowing from the gap under his door. His heart stopped, and he quickly pulled out the keys to unlock his room, once he unlocked it you noticed everything went back to normal, a bed, a closet, and his desk. Like nothing you just saw was there. You gulped and watched the doorknob jangle back and forth as you heard the familiar screeching door open to reveal your boyfriend looking at you in shock as he stared at you holding his mask. 

He was shocked, he felt like his whole world was crashing down as he felt a large lump in his throat, he didn’t know what to say to you or how to even start, you just unearth a secret he has kept from everyone he loves besides his uncle. 

He stared at you and dropped his duffle bag as cans of spray paint rolled out onto the wooden floor. You instantly snapped out of your thoughts as your head snapped to see your boyfriend staring at you. You couldn’t bare to look at him so you looked away back to the mask you were holding in your shaky hands as you took a small breath to try to compose yourself as you heard the door close. 

“Que es esto Miles? Por favor dime que esto no es verdad” (what is this miles? Please tell me this isn’t real..) you felt your voice shaking as you gripped onto the mask tighter, but you didn’t get an answer... He didn’t know what to say, how could he say you were crazy and that you didn’t know what you were talking about when you saw everything you needed to see to put the pieces together? 

The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop, you bit your lip harshly and waited for an answer that ever came. “Answer me, Miles.” You said sternly as you felt your voice getting shaky as you felt your tears rushing down faster and faster, “How could you.. why..I..” you didn’t know how to form words. You didn’t know what to say. You were disappointed, to say the least, but overall you were upset and angry at your boyfriend, you could feel the fire burning in your chest, how could he just not tell you something as serious as this? 

Miles began to take a few deep breaths as he clenched his fist tightly. He began to grit his teeth slightly as he made sure the door was closed, his shocked expression turned into an anger filled one. It was written all over his face, the aura in the room shifted as he punched the bright red opunching bag that was in his room causing you the flinch slightly as you stared at him in confusion he didn’t have the right to be angry no he didn’t tell you so you dind’t understand why he was so mad. 

“Te dije que no vinieras aquí” (i told you not to come here.) Why did you go behind my back huh? You care to tell me that? How many times have I told you to never go in my room without me yet you go behind my back and do it anyways!” He was trying to compose himself the best he can as his eyes were filled with rage. You couldn’t help but laugh as you clenched onto the mask as you walked up to him, anger and rage filling each of your steps as you looked in in the eye. 

“Oh don’t turn this towards me now do not tell me what i can or cannot do. I did not go behind your back! Are you fucking kidding me!? Your the Prowler for god’s sake! How the hell is me going into my own boyfriends room worse than this huh! “Ándale usa la cabeza” (Cmon use your head!)

Miles looked at you as his chest fell and rose over and over again as he tried to compose himself, you both were a mess and you both were filled with rage and anger, you both were upset at eachother, whether the reason was stupid or not. He was quiet as he looked at you, his emotions slowly disappeared to see how upset you were but he couldn’t bare to look at you. His expression was blank as he pushed you away. You were taken back as you looked at your boyfriend to see him walking away from you, his back was now facing you. His head was down as he tried his best to not let his anger get the best of him. 

“Sometimes we all need to make sacrifices for the ones we love. Even if it means to change entirely,” he spoke softly, you could hear his voice breaking down by the second as the room grew quiet once more. You then felt your boyfriend's gaze on your small saddened figure, he couldn’t deny or lie to you anymore about his identity you knew and he couldn’t change it. You were about to say something when you felt a rough calloused hand on each side of your face as Miles moved your face allowing your gaze to meet his, you felt his thumbs brushing over your soft cheeks to wipe your tears that continue to roll down them.

You searched his eyes for an answer, you didn’t want to believe it..maybe it was all a dream? You thought to yourself but no.. this was real. His eyes were glossy..never in a million years did he ever think you’d find out, he did everything in his power to make sure that no traces or evidence would lead to this moment.. his nightmares were now coming true and he didn't know what to say to you. 

“My job is to protect you, you hear me? vamos mami tu eres todo mi mundo ese es mi trabajo. “Ándale mami tú eres mi mundo completo es mi trabajo. Nunca dejare que algo malo te pase.” (Cmon mami you are my whole world that is my job..I would never let anything bad happen to you.) You looked at him and tried to compose yourself your pride wouldn’t let you give into him fully.. You just couldn’t there were so many things going on in your mind at this very moment you didn’t know where to be mad.. Sad or disappointed, they all rolled into one emotion.  

He continued to stay silent as his thumbs ran over your cheeks wiping your tears over and over again as he just stared at you, he could tell how upset you were..the tension in the room was high. It took you a second to register what he was doing but you slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me.” You said as you began to move away from him, you instantly notice the pain in his eyes as he swallowed a lump down his throat as he watched you turn your back to face him. 

“Mi amor deja me explicar por favor ” (my love please let me explain.) he spoke softly as he moved closer to you. You didn’t know what to do were you supposed to just hear him out? No, he was a villain a person who killed people who showed no empathy for the weak. You couldn’t believe that your boyfriend..someone who was always so kind and caring towards you could do something so bad without a second thought or glance. 

“Explain what Miles. That you are the Prowler that you’ve been lying to me this whole time!? Huh! You think I-I’m just supposed to take it with a grain of salt!? I mean how could you hide this from me? How could you do this!? “Que mas tienes que explicar” (what more do you need to explain?) huh! Cause I'm pretty sure I get the whole thing!?” 

You yelled at him as you threw the mask, he caught it on instinct and looked at you. What was he supposed to say... That he's sorry... No, he couldn’t he knew you wouldn’t buy it... He placed the mask down and stood in front of you as he held his face in your arms. As much as you hated that he held your face you couldn’t help but melt into his touch, your chest was still burning with anger that you wanted to let out..you wanted answers... An explanation..but he couldn’t form any words..all he did was stare and held your face to wipe your tears. He was hurt... He hated to see you cry... He try’d everything to make sure you would never see the bad side of him but now you have and he was scared to lose you because of it. 

You turned away and stared at the ground and it just broke his heart... You felt him sigh as he finally spoke once more. His voice sounded shaky and scared... His mind was racing with what to say and how to say it... He didn’t want to lose you. He’d do anything to make you happy to make you stay with him and if giving up being the Prowler will do that he would do it in a heartbeat. 

“Y/N ..Tu eres mi alma completa mira me por favor te lo pido mi amor mira me te lo ruego” (you are my whole heart please don't turn away from me.. please look at me my love I'm begging you.) You felt a tug in your heart as you slowly turned to face him, you can see a small smile on his face as it slowly faded away. He removed his hand from your face and held onto your hands as he brought your knuckles slowly to meet his lips kissing them over and over again. 

“Miles “Que me estás asiendo orita porfavor dime que no es verdad” (What are you doing explain to me right now..please tell me this isn't true.) You pleaded as you felt the soft kisses on your hands stopping. His eyes met yours as he squeezed your hands tightly. 

“Ya no te puedo mentir. Ya te enteraste. No tengo otra opción.” I am the Prowler.” (I can't lie to you anymore. you found out. I had no choice.) He spoke softly as he continued to squeeze your hands, you could tell how this was eating him alive. You felt your tears stopping as you looked at him and caressed his face lightly. 

His eyes grew wide as you noticed tears rolling down his face one by one. He expected you to slap him... Scream at him. Leave him. But nothing like this.

“Mami porfavor no me dejes eres la única que tengo eres lo unico que me queda te tenia que aver dicho porfavor perdona me.” (Mami please don't leave me you are all i have left. I should've told you to forgive me, please.) the ends of his braids began to come undone as you stared at him..

You finally got a good look at him and boy was he tired.. Very tired..you stared at his knuckle he used to punch the punching bag to see a rash on it.. You looked at his face to see bags under his eyes.. You felt him resting his head in your chest as you stared at him leaning against the wall for support.. How could you just leave him like this?..

Your heart began to break slightly as you saw the state he was in..your hands slowly began to rub his scalp gently and he instantly melted into your touch as cried into your chest. You could hear him apologizing to you over and over again as he begged you to stay..this was just horrible..you didn’t know how to feel. Your boyfriend was a villain but yet you still loved him and wouldn’t want to leave him. Ever. 

You stayed silent and watched as your boyfriend began to unravel as all his emotions came out. You hated to see him like this and you could tell this was eating him alive. The amount of time he wanted to tell you but couldn’t because he was afraid to lose you and because you weren’t allowed to. He felt a weight being lifted off of his chest for the wrong reason..you watched him cry into your chest as he dug a hole into your shirt trying to hide from you. He was ashamed and weak in your presence.

You held him close to your body as you continued to rub his forehead gently trying to calm him down you felt his eyes slowly meeting yours as he rested his chin on your chest to look up at you. You slowly wiped his tears and looked at the mask that was on his bed and then at him. This person who was in front of you wasn’t a villain he was a baby..your baby..you never wanted to see him like this ever again.. This just broke your heart and ate you alive at this point. You continued to wipe his tears as his tears stained your shirt but you couldn’t care less. 

The lighting in the room shifted as the moonlight peeked through the windows..the atmosphere and aura began to grow calm, Miles felt like it was just the two of you in the universe at this very moment.. He could’t sop saying sorry..with each sorry broke your hardened demonor of being mad at him..you forget how sensitive he was sometimes whenever he thought he’d loose you.

You slowly shifted the position so that you were holding him as he instantly clung to you..but what he said broke you. 

“Are you scared of me?..” he asked as he dug a hole in your neck. You slowly pried him off of you to get a better look at him as you caressed his face and pressed your forehead against him. As your hands slowly made their way to his back tracing circles and other shapes on his thin purple tank top as you sighed chuckling slightly at the question he asked. 

“No. I would never be scared of you..look at you. You have a kind heart..one wrong doesn't mean a person is truly bad. You know how I feel about you miles and I will never be scared of you even if you are the Prowler. te quiero mucho eres mi familia..” (I love you very much you are my family.) You said softly pressing kisses all along his face and with each kiss Miles became putty in your hands as he hid his face in your neck once more as he breathed in your scent to calm him down. 

You both stayed in silence as you continued to use the wall for support as you felt your boyfriend going limp on you. You chuckled slightly as the both of you slid down to the cold hard wooden floor. He groaned softly and went into your lap wrapping his legs around your waist and clung to you like a baby.. You smiled at the state he was in and the bond between the two of you grew stronger.. You slowly began to redo the ends of his braids as you felt him placing soft kisses on your neck not moving an inch.

“Nunca te dejare. Tu siendo el malo no va a cambiar mi amor por ti te lo prometo"(I'm never going to leave you. You being a villain will not change my love for you.. I promise.) he reclaimed in your lap as you felt his grip tightening around you. You smiled lightly and rested your head against his. No matter what happens you were never going to leave him..ever, you loved him too much to even think about life without him. The thought scared you and you hoped to never ever go down that path. No matter what storm came your way you knew the both of you would do anything to stay together forever until eternity. He needed you as much as you needed him that's for sure. 

“Te amo Y/N..” he whispered into your soft skin pressing a long passionate kiss in the crook of your neck which made you smile. 

“Yo también te amo Miles..” 

[morganbritton132]

ahhhh i just spent the last three days reading every post on the emtts tag and im in love with your whole little universe. i kept meaning to make a list of all of the little things but i kept getting distracted and forgetting so i only started at april 18th bc i NEED (subject to your willingness to expand/care act this particular part of your universe) to hear more about all of the little stories of steve getting arrested (particularly hopper arresting steve?? and them breaking into steves parents house?)

thanks for this amazing space!! you’ve made a universe that ive been thinking about constantly and that expands on the characters in such a beautiful mundane way, its very cool!!

ps i just read one of the follow ups in the death threat part where steve admits he doesn’t want to stop teaching bc dustin asks eddie about it and i think im about to cry holy shit

pps on the death threat part with diane oh god. like just steve having to figure it out in front of her and her explaining to him and him admitting to just not being ok i just

First, thank you so much! This is all so very nice of you to say and props for getting through everything in three days. It is quite a bit! It’s honestly amazing how much has been written in such a short amount of time. I’m only going to cover Steve getting ‘arrested’ and I’ll touch on Steve and Eddie’s breaking and entering at a later date.

Steve started having seizures a little after they closed the gate on the Upside Down for good or, well. They started noticing that he was having seizures after they closed the gate. It was heavily implied in the undertone of his doctor’s voice that these seizures were likely going on for a while and that they likely not going to stop anytime soon.

Steve took this news as well as anybody could.

Everybody was kinda waiting for him to have a breakdown over it, but it never happened because Steve was – well, he wasn’t fine. Obviously. But it is what it is, right? If the worst thing to come out of all this Upside Down stuff is that he’s a little dumber than he was before than how could he complain?

Max was learning how to walk again.

What Steve didn’t take well was his doctor telling him that he wasn’t allowed to drive anymore. In fact, he did not take that news at all. He completely ignored it, and he ignored the looks that Robin when give him when he drove himself to work, and he would say, “It’s not like I’m driving the kids around or anything. It’s just me.”

“And that’s supposed to make me worry less?”

“I pull over if I feel weird.”

He wasn’t actually driving all that much anyways. Robin got her permit and Eddie got the all-clear to drive again, so no one needed to rope Nancy into lecturing him about ‘the dangers.’ He didn’t need Dustin’s complaining or Eddie’s ‘hey, maybe you should listen to them’ or Joyce stopping him on his way out the door. And he didn’t need Hopper.

Steve was learning to accept that sometimes he needed help. He was doing better, but Steve practically lived alone despite the jokes people were making about him being at Eddie’s all the time, and he wasn’t going to bother someone just because he needed toilet paper.

Steve was sitting in his car outside of the Fair Mart, trying to remember why he needed to go there in the first place, when there was a knock on his window. He startled and blinked hard twice before looking over at the drivers’ side window. He frowned.

Hopper was standing there and he looked annoyed. He gestured for him to get out of the car and Steve frowned more, fumbling with his seatbelt before pushing the door open. For lack of anything else to do once he was out of the car, Steve said, “Hey, what’s up?”

Hopper frowned more like he was annoyed with Steve which was, in itself, was really annoying because Steve didn’t do anything. He was just here to buy… He was here to get… Wait. “Huh?”

Hopper sighed loudly and repeated himself. Slowly. “Give me. Your keys.”

Maybe it was Hopper’s tone or maybe there was some stock in what his doctor said mood swings, or maybe Steve was just tired of everybody treating him like a baby that needed taken care of and watched. Just when Hopper reached to take the keys out of his hand, Steve shoved him away.

Everything kinda blurred at the edges and the headache that’s been wedged in the corner of Steve’s jaw pulsed. He didn’t really take a breath until Hopper shoved him against the hood of his car.

Hopper cuffed metal around his wrists and said, “Good going, Harrington.”

Steve yanked on his arm and snapped back, “You’re not even a cop anymore. You can’t arrest me.”

“Call it a citizen’s arrest.”

Eddie laughed for four minutes of Steve’s five minute phone call at the police station. He laughed so hard that Steve knew that he was holding his side where the bites were the deepest because they were still tender, and Steve just rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Yuck it up. Are you gonna get me?”

“Hm, yeah,” Eddie grinned through the phone. “Yeah. It’s a little ironic that the Prom K-“

Steve hung up the phone.

The ‘charges’ that Hopper (not a cop) threatened to ‘throw the book at him’ for were driving without a valid driver’s license. There was a part of Steve that knew that this was all just for show to teach him a lesson, but still argued that he had a valid license because no one took it away from him, and actually, “This is false imprisonment, right? Maybe I should call my family lawyer.”

It was even more annoying that Eddie – rolling into the building smelling like weed an hour later – agreed with Hopper. 

[luminouslywriting]

Ok weird request, Bob headcannons them getting hard and moaning by accident while your not in a relathionship, things can escalate from there or not ,obviously if you don't feel comfortable writing this that's totally fine.

Oh Nonny this one was delightfully wicked and so fun haha! As always, enjoy and reminder that my requests are open! Feel free to spam me as much as you'd like haha! I'm taking the day off and lounging by the pool to help me feel better so I'm pretty pleased with that!

More under the cut, cut for length, spice under the cut:

Dick Winters:

-Mortified to the max

-Like this man is a blushing upset mess and apologizing and stammering out how it was an accident

-Will not look you in the eyes for several days or weeks, depending on how loud the moan was haha

-Probably tells Nixon about it because he's so embarrassed and Nixon teases him about it

-This is not going to help him in his feelings for you and is going to be something that he wants to genuinely forget and hope that you forget.

-Though if you thought it was hot and admit it to him, he'll be super flattered and will definitely finally make a move.

Lewis Nixon:

-Probably drunk when he does it and not as embarrassed as he should be?? The thing about him is that he knew he was drunk and it was a normal human response

-He'll definitely apologize when he sobers up about things but it's not a weird point between the two of you

-Might even attempt to get himself soberly locked in the closet with you so that he can do it again sober

-And at that point, handsy makeout session that absolutely ends in someone walking in on the two of you

-But at least you two get together by the end of it??

Ronald Speirs:

-Internally embarrassed and feeling like the WORST, externally really chill about it as you reassure him that it's perfectly normal and fine

-He definitely overthinks and hyperfixates on this for WAY too long and is trying to figure out if he actually likes you or if he's just physically attracted to you

-But when he finally figures it out, it's this really simple statement about how it's not just a physical reaction and how he really likes you

-This might result in locking yourselves in the nearest bedroom and figuring out how to make more of those pretty moans that you heard haha

-Turns out, you're just as in love with him as he is with you and he's perfectly pleased with that

-Wonders what would've happened if he had actually figured it out sooner because he's really happy with you

Buck Compton:

-Stammering an apology and blushing

-Will absolutely need some space so he can recover his pride and not be super embarrassed or a wreck around you

-Probably writes out an apology to you because he doesn't want you to feel weird around him

-Then further writes a little letter about how he actually feels and you find said letter by mistake

-So if you go up and kiss him, then all will work out on its own haha

-Happy if it all works out in the end

Carwood Lipton:

-Immediate apologies and avoiding eye contact. He knows he's messed up somehow and he is NOT the type to do that to a lady.

-It will take you approaching him about the situation and about your feelings for him to actually make a move.

-Even then, he's super shy about the moaning and feels embarrassed whenever it happens.

-Keep practicing with him though, he'll get more comfortable being vocal haha

-Or purposely try to tease him in public and he'll figure out what works for him REAL quick, I promise haha

-Either way, he's consistently embarrassed about it throughout your relationship whenever it happens though

Joseph Liebgott:

-Let's say for the sake of his personality, this was intentional on your part because he hadn't made a move yet. So whatever sort of teasing that you did to make it happen, he's just gonna roll with it.

-Initially a little embarrassed but it fades quickly

-This turns into the world's fastest makeout session with the both of you getting handsy

-Public teasing for the two of you? Absolutely a fact of matter in your newfound relationship

-Don't worry, he fully intends on getting you back for the fact that you technically made the first move in the relationship—and you'll get your dues in full honey

-Never shy about his moaning or the fact that he's hard—he will tell you and he will expect to have it taken care of post-haste haha

Donald Malarkey:

-Swearing up a panicked storm about it because NO, FOUL, it was an accident

-Requires a whole 48 hours of space because he's literally so embarrassed and not having it with you

-Also comes back to you and admits that there's only one person he wants to have him help take care of things and it's you

-It might be the weirdest sweetest thing you've ever heard??

-But I digress—he is NOT into teasing in any way, but any sort of physical contact he can have with you is a turn on for him.

-Clingy king to the max after this

Eugene Roe:

-French swears, French swears, French swears, mortification, feeling a little humbled lol

-Apologizes very quickly and tries to get space

-But if you grab his arm and kiss him, he loses all track of where his mindset was and not a single brain cell will be present

-Offer to take care of things for him—he'll probably tell you that he loves you in the middle of it

-And then he'll insist on taking care of YOU at that point

-This absolutely turns into soft and sweet sex with doc haha

Bill Guarnere:

-Also swears and feels super bad about it because he doesn't want you to feel like you HAVE to do anything with him

-Locate this man immediately and find a nice wall that you can talk near, because that wall is about to become the only thing holding you up lol

-Listen, if you admit that you didn't mind and that you were also turned on by what he did, he's going to go FERAL

-I'm talking holding your hands above you head as he kisses you and trying to keep the both of you quiet because he's got a LOT of feelings

-Is a pretty vocal guy so you might have to wait for some actual alone time before anything gets taken care of or done haha

-Either way, you two end up together pretty quickly

Joe Toye:

-Apologizes, removes himself from the situation, tries not to think about it ever again

-Thinks about it WAY TOO much though and ends up trying to take care of things himself for a while

-Until he decides that it's just not gonna work and he can't do it without you....

-At which point, he locates you, admits how he's feeling, and says that he hopes to have some time alone with you soon

-Still tries to make things really romantic between the two of you and special

-Consistently dreams about you until you get together, and then he's much worse haha

George Luz:

-This sweet loudmouth lets that moan slip and he knows immediately that he's colossally messed up

-But uh, in the event you're not bothered by that, he's going to be even more turned on and vocal

-This quickly descends into sex for the two of you

-But you're not together together yet?? So it requires some conversations afterwards for it to turn into a relationship

-He's still trying to figure out his feelings and you might be the person to say that you love him first

-At that point, he's so enamored and committed to you that it's a win-win situation haha

[violetvines]

Hi , I've seen your HC about LibbyNashs kids . If it not much of a problem I'd like to ask if you could make one of how you think they're gothic wedding is going to be like

firstly, thank you for the support - secondly, ofc, this is an interesting one! i'll try to do it justice <3

libby and nash hawthorne's wedding 💍

- i say "wedding" but they had two weddings - one in the chapel at hawthorne house and one in the medieval crypt the brothers rented for nash's bachelor party in "what happens in the treehouse"

- the wedding in the chapel [the chapel wedding] was mostly for nan bc she prefers the traditional wedding vibe + the gothic influences were significantly less, only libby was still wearing a black wedding dress + the invitations were black

- to nash's disagreement, they had to send some of their wedding pics to exclusive news anchors (but alisa said that "we have to feed them something so they have something to chew on while we're in london for the private wedding" and that convinced him to release the photos)

- most of the activities were pretty standard in this wedding mostly bc they just needed material to give the paparazzi

- of course, her maid of honor was none other than avery – no bridesmaids because who needs bridesmaids when you have such a wonderful maid of honor?

- nash could not choose a best man (he had three best men)

- they travelled to london for the actual gothic wedding [the london wedding] – yes, nash rented the same place and libby had never seen it before so it was also a surprise wedding gift

- how did nash rent the place? actually... he had help from alisa (she offered to help with that)

- there were more wedding guests for the chapel wedding than the london wedding (they only invited a few select people to london - avery, the hawthorne brothers, max, rebecca, thea, alisa even, because she also wanted to come along and by this time, she would have already been genuinely happy for libby and nash) aka the london wedding was a very intimate affair

- in this wedding, libby wore another elaborate victorian inspired black dress with black sparkly cowboy boots (libby insisted on wearing the same dress she wore for the chapel wedding but nash and avery wouldn't have it – in fact, avery went dress shopping with her to pick out another one after nash managed to convince her)

- avery, max, thea and rebecca handled the decor, according to libby's preferences – the vibe of the place was eerie but also magical, and most of the light came from candelabras set in the centre of the tables

- the tablecloths were black and there was a dark blue carpet leading up to a platform where the bride and groom would stand on

- libby's wedding bouquet consisted of black and dark blue roses (matching her hair)

- since the chapel wedding was already officiated by the priest, nash and libby chose xander to officiate the london wedding (youngest brother privileges) – ok they actually asked all three (grayson, jameson and xander) but they all agreed xander was the better option

- which means that xander would stand on the platform together with libby and nash

- they had already recited their vows and exchanged rings in the chapel wedding so they didn't do that again...

- ... but what they did do is exchange stories about each other and laugh together and you would think a gothic wedding would have such a spooky vibe, but no, it was the least degree of spooky ever – it was heartwarming

- grayson, jameson and avery then surprised the lovely couple with a video slideshow of pics of both libby and nash when they were little kids

- and when the video ended, xander started (he tried) serenading them but was stopped when thea nearly screeched for him to keep his mouth shut before the champagne flutes shattered (they were expensive and she got them for libby)

- black champagne and a black wedding cake

- when it was time for libby to toss the bouquet, everyone (girls and boys) gathered in the centre of the room (they had to force grayson to stand in the centre of them bc he didn't see the point in grappling over a bouquet)... and right before the bouquet was above their heads, they all parted leaving grayson confused, and ofc due to reflexes, he reached up to catch it (they planned this on purpose)

- ofc there was a slow dance, and towards the end, avery and jameson edged toward libby and nash dancing in the centre (libby had her eyes closed and was resting against nash's chest – jameson sidled up to nash's side, carrying a special something and passed it to him)

- by the time the dance ended, libby found herself with a black sparkly cowboy hat on her head, matching her boots <3

- all of that aside... there was obviously a hawthorne-esque tradition (a treasure hunt with a surprise at the end for the wedded couple, courtesy of grayson, jameson, xander and avery)

- the end found libby and nash, still in their wedding attire, outside westminster abbey (a tourist attraction libby had always wanted to visit bc of the gothic architecture)

- anddd a professional photographer was ready and prepared to take some candid wedding photos of them two <3

[florallylly]

ok fine i'm currently in a very bad place atm which means i've been consuming harry potter content practically against my will so. i will be sorting some stranger things characters into houses

eleven: chosen one sent to dismantle the system ???? gryffindor. arguably could consider hufflepuff bc loyalty but i think she more embodies a gryffindor.

mike: this one was tough bc i don't really like him (as a rule i don't fuck with adolescent boys they smell and get on my nerves. as a former math tutor i stand by that) gryffindor.

will: THAT BOY IS A HUFFLEPUFF !!! tbh mike asked the sorting hat to let them all be in the same house but the hat said </3 no thanks like will is plenty brave and could be a gryffindor but also it's toooo overstimulating for him.

lucas: hufflepuff..... like he's brave on behalf of his friends. he's brave but he also likes to keep his head down and not upset the norm. which is not bad at all like. that's just strategy. note how he joins the basketball team to try and balance out his friends' lameness

dustin: ravenclaw... need i say more....

max: torn... i could say gryffindor... i could say slytherin.... either way she would eat those bitches up. i think i'm more inclined to say slytherin just bc out of all of the party she's the wiliest. she has schemes brewing. also could make sense with eleven being distrustful of her at first and the gryffindor/slytherin rivalry idk idk

jonathan: ...hufflepuff...

nancy: ravenclaw good NIGHT! i fear these two just feel so obvious to me and i don't care to elaborate !

steve: CONTROVERSIAL TAKE..... hufflepuff. he's so cedric diggory to me. like i made this steak for u mama .... he's plenty brave and plenty reckless but he also knows the value of constance. his goal isn't to adventure, it's to excel in the norms of what he does. also he likes how docile the house seems to the general populace like. the badger bites ... you just don't expect it. slytherin was considered but he doesn't want to LOOK sneaky he wants to be sneaky and get away with it.

robin: ravenclaw. why was she studying for no reason like. NERD!!!!! ur reading books for fun? ur literate? couldn't be me EVER

.... eddie: gryffindor. "i'm not a hero/i'm a coward" blah blah blah. reckless. ur a gryffindor. u literally walk on lunch tables for fun.

almost forgot argyle but he's actually hagrid's apprentice or some bullshit bc he grows weed in the greenhouses (hufflepuff)

[keelt9]

Chapter 7

Masterlist

Mika takes out of the oven a new tray of cookies, white chocochips. “You fly right to Monaco or Belgium?” With her day off she insisted we should do a sleepover. 

In her apartment the combination of color green and white makes you feel calm in every room, she said after a long day she could fall asleep even in the kitchen without a problem.

The last GP before summer break has me more excited than I could ever expect and with no race week in the middle of it, it only increases a little bit more.

“I have to pick my last bag from my brother's house, then from Belgium right away to here.” I take a sip of my tea. It's a sleepover but she refused to let another drop of caffeine be on my body, while she can avoid it.

She has that smile, the corner of her lips barely raises but her eyes full of admiration.

“I’m not going to be emotional if it’s what you’re expecting, I’m just proud, that’s all.” Mika takes her baking gloves off her hands, sitting next to me.“Just a few things we need to work on.”

I scoff, but she’s right. “Less caffeine, more vitamins and minerals, and proper hours of sleep…” I cover her mouth with another cookie. 

“I got it, I got it. Take care of myself.” Her doorbell along my cell phone warned us the food is here.

“That’s mint, although.” She points to the sticker at the back of my phone. “Tell Lewis I wouldn't mind one of these.” 

I turnt it around observing the sticker while she's walking to her door. A tyre and in the middle a small paw; is now on my phone case. 

I whisper to myself before biting my lip. “It was someone's last request before I go.”

I arrived in Monaco Wednesday night, Lewis will come to pick me up on the weekend. Right now, he is America, fashion icon one more time.

All my boxes were successfully delivered to London; let me spend the days working, my determined conviction is to enjoy the last to GP without having to work in the paddock.

That Friday night, after I went for a glass of water; back in my room the screen on my phone is lights on, 2 missing calls. I don’t have to ask who it was because it’s calling one more time.

“Y/N?” The voice of Alexa is full of relief. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late but could you…”

“It’s urgent mon amour!” Alexa bluffs, the voice of Charles clearly hammered sounds so funny.

“Long story but can you com…” One more time she’s interrupted.

“Hellu, Y/N? It 's you right, bien sûr que c’est vous, Max is acting like a kid.” Yeah, only him. 

Like he’s telling a secret he whispers right to the phone. “He refuses to go, maybe you don’t have notice but it’s late at night, really late..”

I heard Alexa asking him to sit one more time. “Sorry, it’s just…”

It only takes me one look around the dark room and the clock, 2:31 am. “I’ll go, send me the address.” 

I bet the cab driver must have been chuckling when he heard the direction I asked him to take me and a girl wearing  joggers, hoodie and a cap.

When I arrived a lot of people were coming out of a fancy club, nice clothes still some totter and others into a “deep” talk.

I took my phone out and dialed Alexa's number. “Where are you?” She told me, took them to a nearby bench so they could calm down. 

The near bench was 2 blocks away!

The scene I found it’s far away, the one I'll picture on my way here. Alex is holding Charles hand who is leaning in her arm as Max sits still, eyes closing, when she sees me her face relax.

“Hi, I’m sorry for the delay.” My voice makes Charles open his eyes and point at me.

“There she is!” Alexa rolls her eyes but she is smiling at him.

“I’m the one who should say sorry, but… things went out of control.” I shake my head. “He refused to go.”

I softly touch Max’s shoulder, he opens his eyes like the last time the redness in his face is evident. 

“Are you ok?” Max stands or at least he tries because immediately sits down one more time. “No, you don’t.” My hand on his shoulder is enough for him to rest his head over it. “Hm, I’ll call a cab to take you home, all right?”

Actually I called for two, one for Alexa and Charles and another for Max; she was worried if I would be ok, I calmed her telling her it’s not my first time, making her giggle.

A couple of minutes after they left, a cab stopped in front of us. “Come on Max, it’s time.” 

I put his arm around my shoulder as he got into it, thank God the woman didn't mind taking a look at the boy who has a cap of Machster university. 

After I made sure he’s safe, I was about to close the door, he slightly pulled my hoodie. “It's late, remember, I’ll protect you.”

Not again. 

I take a deep breath, I try to get his hand from my hoodie but he covers my hand with his other hand. “Please.” 

Who could I… 

By the time we reached his apartment I already had backup in case I could need them. 

Max has been dealing pretty well until we get into the lift, he comes out of the cab without so much fuss, walking inside of his building, swaying a little bit, but inside he leans back slowly slipping on the floor of the lift.

A deja vu. “Ok, no, no.” This time I’ll gladly help him to stand, however when he stands the metal door helps me to see he has a smirk on his face.

“Are you enjoying this?” I ask fighting to contain a smile, and his arm around my shoulder. Max shakes his head but a giggle escapes too. “Yeah, sure.”

Took Max 5 minutes to open his door, but he refused to let me help him, saying it’s a door, <Who can’t open a stupid door?> Well…

The impressive amount of trophies in his home along with some helmets and his sim, left me speechless. “Wow.”

Max smiles looking at me with eyes half close. “I couldn't make it all fit.”

“Let’s go, you need to lay down.” He points to the last door. “Believe me, you’re heavier than I think.”

His bedroom has a clear contrast, creamy colors with a navy blue and just a few  frames with photos is all I can see.

With a smile on his face, lays down in his bed. Searching for a blanket, he rolls to his right with eyes closed so I thought he was already asleep; I was about to leave his room when he speaks.

“Tell me a story.” I tilt my head, his eyes still closed but he patted the side of the bed so I could sit.

“Am…I'm not pretty good at telling stories. Dad used to make sleep humming a Bob Marley song… And definitely I'm not going to sing to you.” The memories of dad taking me to my room in his arms as he sings a full song while he covers me watching me fall asleep are one of my most treasured memories.

“That sounds like a good story.” His bubbly laugh makes me smile.

I scratch my forehead, trying to find another story to tell him. “Fuck.”

Max opened his eyes, visibly tired, still making a huge effort to stay awake. “I never heard you curse…Interesting.” 

I laugh because it’s the most silly thing I heard that night. “Let me think, you asked me where the idea of the shelter was, right?” Max nods. “Well, that will be..”

When I was 7 probably 8 years old, Lewis and I were walking around London; he was already in F1 and it was the summer break, near to our old house we found a big brown dog limping from one his legs, it took us 1 minute decided to help him, so I ran for bread in the nearest store. At the beginning he reluctantly smelled it but after we sat next to him, he approached us step by step.

Came late at night with a huge dog was the last thing our parents expected and after a long talk they agreed he would stay with us until he fully recovered. The next day the veterinarian told us he was an old dog probably 12 years old, his health was weak and the fracture in his leg doesn’t give him a long life expectancy, but could care less.

Moon, as we called him, spent the last 3 years of his life with us, waiting for me at the bus stop every time I came from school, making dad and mom company every second and trying to jump when Lewis came home. 

Sadly on a hot night of summer, Moon says goodbye to us sharing the last night of tea under the table. 

That week while I was crying in my room as Lewis hugged me, we made a promise, when I were older enough, we would try to help every homeless dog to at least have a safe place to live. 

As I finished Max was breathing slowly, head buried in his blanket, fully asleep now.

I observed him for a couple of seconds, his eyes closed, the tight grip on the blanket and his face red for too many drinks. 

“I’m going to miss you.” I chuckle, I leaned down for giving a small peck in his cheek. “Good night Max.”

I waited for my back ups in his living room. After 20 minutes Max's door opens one more time, Rupert, his personal trainer, enters quickly.

I think he finally breathed after I told him Max is peacefully sleeping in one piece. “I’ll take you home, we can leave him locked, making sure he doesn't make a bigger mess.” Nice offer but I need time to calm down, a little bit.

“No worries, I already called a cab, it’s ok, thank you anyway.” Rupert nods as he opens the door. 

“Y/N, thank you so much.” Rupert said, reliving that Max is safe at home.

“Am, Checo has plenty of good numbers which I can call.” I joke trying to rest importance to the moment and my confused feelings.

Lewis arrived early in the morning to his apartment, finding me asleep on the couch; we just had a quick breakfast and left right away. We want to enjoy all the moments we can, just for us.

“I can understand it, it just doesn't make so much sense for me.” He keeps complaining that most of the time I have a tendency to sleep on the couch. 

We’re waiting inside of his jet ready to leave. “Because it hasn’t, the couch could be really comfy sometimes.” Lewis raises his eyebrow. “What? Oh you’re so…” I fake a shiver that made him laugh. 

“All right, let’s have fun this week.” He pulls me, grabbing my head and carness my hair. “My little baby is already leaving me.”

I laugh but I softly kick his leg for he let me go laughing like a little kid.

By the end of the day of practice, the social accounts of Mercedes made sure people knew Lewis brought company, with a picture of me on my first GP. A little girl who is wearing big headphones on her head as Lewis is next to me explain something I couldn’t remember; now, the picture is me, similar headphones watching Lewis is on the track, the description is <Time goes by…>

Walking inside the hotel Lewis keeps watching the first photo on his phone. “Look at you, when you used to be so cute.” 

I roll my eyes, similar to all the comments friends and family have sent me along the day. “The <sexy> comments are still too much for me.”

Lewis put his phone in his pocket shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I’m sti…” My words stuck in my throat when I saw Max coming out of the lift. 

All these days, my routine practically consists of going to the garage then the hospitality, with more cameras on me that I expect making me feel shy avoiding all types of contact with people who haven't a Mercede shirt.

Max smiles when his eyes are found with mine, but a weird tension on his shoulders appears when Lewis says hello.

“Let’s go Max, we’re late.” One of the girls from the Red Bull PR team waits for him a few steps away from us.

Lewis softly makes me walk inside of the lift, unable to say something to him.

“Did a <race> incident happen?” I ask to try to see him right to his eyes, but I only see his profile.

“He called around 4 am on Saturday morning, he wanted to apologize for the mess he made. He knows he has to do it with you but doesn't have your phone number.” Oh shit. The jaw tense only increased my nerves. “I asked what mess, and he told me you take him home late at night, drunk.” 

He saw me, an uncomfortable expression on his face. “For the second time.” 

Max Verstappen why do you like to complicate things?

“Well, I…only help, that’s all.” My finger starts to grip my purse tighter. 

Lewis narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath. “What did you tell him?”

“What makes you think I told him something?” It's my turn to choke my head with a serious expression on my face. “Make sure it won’t happen again.” 

Covering my face was the only thing I could do. “That’s the only thing I said to him then, he said he likes you.”

The sensation of the elevator going slowly makes me feel dizzy. We have to be on the last floor.

“I know.” Lewis choked as his eyes turned wide open. “He already implied that.”

As the doors open Lewis makes a sign with his head for going to his room, the talk definitely doesn’t end. 

We talked for one hour… He let me talk. I told him about the first time we met until that Friday night. From time to time I feel an odd heat on my face and a peaceful sensation in my heart.

“That’s all.” I laid back on the chair feeling his eyes on me but he’s more relaxed now. 

“You li…” He tried to speak but I cut him right away. 

“NO! Don’t say it.” I stand walking to the big window. 

The lights of the streets and buildings always make me feel calm, a spark of light in the dark. “I have a ton of things on my head, it’s just… a new friend, a stubborn friend, that’s all. Let’s not confuse things.”

Lewis stood next to me, tingling my arm with his. “Better.” I bluff, making him smile. “Seriously, I appreciate him so much but, like mom said, he’s too sassy most of the time.”

I laughed and leaned my head on his shoulder. “Trust me Lew, next week I’ll be at home, keeping me busy with all the things I have to do, all will go back to normal.”

“I just want to protect you, I couldn’t do it last time.”

I know Lewis believes he could do something for me those days, the truth is, not even myself could prevent how the things went that day.

“This is what it feels like?” Lewis saw me raising his eyebrow as we walked to the garage for the race day. “Be observed under a microscope.” 

Lewis laughs head backwards, but for 3 days at least I have one camera so close to my face on the day.

“Stop right there!” Bottas reached us coming out of his garage, suit on. “You broke my heart, you told us you’ll be here until the end of the season.”

My sharp eyes go right to Lewis. “I thought they already knew.”

“They?” Checo came running from his garage winning exasperated eyes from his PR team. “Lewis Hamilton you’re so…”

Bottas grabs my hand about to give my brother a little punch on his chest. “We don’t use violence.” 

“Is it true?” Checo asked, putting one more time on his cap which was about to fall from his head. 

“I’m afraid it is.” Bottas hugs me, keeping Lewis safe from me.

Checo bluffs but he has an idea for the way he smiles. “We have to take drastic measures.”

It seems they already had this planned for the way they told me their idea so confidently. In a way to say goodbye after the race they already have reserved a nice restaurant for a goodbye dinner like they called.

“After all, I’m afraid we won’t see you soon, right?” Bottas asked with a funny expression on his face. 

I scoff but he’s right. “I’m afraid I don’t have a clue either.”

A great close; Lewis gets second place in a tight final lap. I spent all the time in the front line even in the ceremony where I couldn't avoid seeing Max who from time to time, took a look where I was smiling at him too. 

When all the fuss calmed down Lewis' team prepared a small cake for us, wishing success in our new project and like Rosa said. <Wishing we see you soon,> 

I know I should be prepared for this, still it’s hard to contain the tears, for months they gave me a refugee and more.

As night falls, there are just a few technicians, most of the team's withdrawal from the garage. I told Lewis before going to the dinner I need to talk with Max, hesitant he nods but insite if I need something call him right away.

Checo told me Max is probably still in his garage; he won although he doesn’t like the way his car feels along all the race.

I found him leaning back in his car breathing deep seeing it like he could scan with his eyes to find the problem. I approach him slowly, hating the way my steps echo on the floor warning him about my presence.

Max turned his head but didn’t make another move, in his eyes you see a mix of surprise and ease, like he’s been waiting for this still wasn’t prepared for it.

I stand next to him unable to say or make another move, like a layer of ice born between us .

“I thought you had an appointment for dinner.” Max is always straightforward.

I look at his car but it’s hard to find some words, not now he clearly knows something.

“I wanted to talk to you before you hear it, even though I’m late, right? I will say it right away.” I let all the air on my lungs come out. “This was my last Grand Prix.”

Max knuckles turn white while he’s still grabbing his car, his blue eyes one more time start to form a storm inside of it.

“Yeah, I heard…something about it.” He clears his throat, his voice is the most serious I’ve heard from him. “Why now?”

“The project is getting into a critical phase, traveling around the world it’s getting more complicated.” My words are heavier than I thought it would be. “This is the best for me.”

Max finally stands quickly making me feel vulnerable but not intimidated. “I wasn’t expecting this.” 

The moment his eyes found mine I saw more bewilderment than anger. “I thought I had more time.” 

Inside of me there is a fight I clearly wasn’t prepared for, I don’t want to hurt him but I won’t quit my decision.

“I didn't want to tell you because things were pretty “weird” and you have a race. I want you to hear it from me, not for a rumor.” Max nods when he turns to his left slightly. I see the way his jaw tense.

A dry laugh it’s the only thing I heard for a couple of seconds, a sign that still he couldn’t believe it. “So this is it.”

That’s not a question and not a statement.

I take a step, not a physical one. “I’m being honest, I’m glad we got to know each other.” Even if I’m smiling, a nostalgic feeling makes my heart squeeze.

Max put his hands at both sides of his waist, frustrated on every move of his body, in his eyes you can see him searching for the right words to say, until something clicks on his head. 

“I'm dying to ask you to stay but I won’t do it, but… if I ask you to come just one more couple of races, you will come?” 

I observed him, always surprised with his honesty. “Max, I… I’ll be busy, you know?”

The determination in his eyes it’s really annoying in a good way. “I know, I’m, oh my God Y/N why are you making this so hard?”

I giggle, getting my head low. “Max, let's be honest, I’m not the one who complicates things, you said and do weird things and I…”

“Because I’m trying to flirt with you!” Max has his fist tight, and chuckles about the odd situation around us. “Ok, I say it, you want me to repeat it, I’ll do it.”

I shake my head; he seems it’s about to scream. 

“Y/N…” I see around all the garage, unable to see or hear anything. “Now, can you please let me do this properly, you are taking away from me half of a year.” 

“Max…” He definitely won’t shut up.

“I'm flirting with you because I like you!” As soon as that word came from his mouth I walked closer covering it with one of my hands as the other one grabbed his arm, otherwise I would fall over him.

Any of us expect that because of the way his eyes open and his arm tighten, from that moment on, something will change, things won’t return to normal.

I close my eyes trying to calm down but… Have you seen the sea when it’s dark blue with the soft white line of the waves crashing against each other? 

I could see it right now on his eyes

[send-me-a-puffalope]

just got a hold of the fnaf movie novel and it’s so fascinating the way they characterize vanessa during the police outpost scene. they focus a lot throughout the book on her weird out of place “code switching” but it’s really emphasized here, her continually switching between being afraid and angry. and idk man the implications go crazy.

“she shrank inward like a victim” is so dhjakfhfjsksfahjsg. trauma responses say what

anyway sorry I know you’ve already read the book but i had thoughts and i thought you’d be ok with them being in your inbox lmao (i hope you’re okay btw. covid is mean. and ap graders also.)

THE LINE "She shrank inward like a victim" MAKES ME CRY LIKE HELLLLL,,,, I'm gonna be so fr, I skipped a lot of this novel except for the Vanessa scenes-- I read specifically just the Vanessa scenes.

The way Vanessa is written in the books is so weird because on one hand, the "switching" between modes thing is definitely intended to be just about Vanessa putting on a facade of like a hardened cop when in actuality she's terrified for Mike and Abby. On the other hand, theres scenes about the specific hues of colors that her eyes change that feels so intentionally written 😭😭😭 though I assume they're probably red herrings. Like the scene with Vanessa and Mike by the river and "Mike watched, mesmerized, as Vanessa's irises deepened noticeably in hue. They went from their usual soft, almost grayish blue ot a deeper indigo. The color shift was so pronounced that it almost looked computer-generated." LIKE SCOTT CAWTHON. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.

Anyways I started flipping through my copy of the book for this ask EFOASIDJOI man, as rough as some of these pages are, they really do give depth into some of the stuff people tend to not pick up in the movie-- specifically how the bodies of the vandals got cleaned up and stuffed in the suits. Most people don't think about Vanessa having a hand in it due to her reveal being later in the movie but in the novel, when Mike mentions that he can't reach Max, Vanessa's half smile disappears and she replaces it with her cop stare, which was dialed up to eleven (almost quote for quote from the book)

Some other things cause you've got me Vanessa thinking, Vanessa very clearly either knew the kids in the suits or have seen their ghosts because she mentions the Golden Freddy kid being the blond hair boy. Also. All the descriptions of Vanessa regressing back into 'little kid mode" whenever she's scared.

"Vanessa pulled in her shoulders. She didn't look up. "Someone," she said in an almost little-girl voice, "who's trying to help you.""

"The resolve wavered. Little-girl Vanessa reappeared, hunching Vanessa's shoulders. "He'll be coming," she said in a hushed tone."

I NEED TO KILL MYSELF. I LOVE THE VANESSA CHARACTERIZATION IN THIS BOOK GRAUGHHHhhhHHhh...

[mona-tiktak]

ok so we know robin has the "you rule, you suck" board in v3 where she keeps track of steve absolutely failing to get dates.

what if, and hear me out, steve purposely bombed. not bc he was still hung up on nancy or bc he lost all his charisma.

but bc he was scared of getting close to anyone again. scared that he would start a relationship to drag them into the shit with the upside down. scared thay it would only blow up in his face. scared to be called fake or bullshit.

in v2 where nancy calls him bullshit, and says they werent in love, that it wasnt real and then she goes to cheat on him.

that had to have had a lasting impact on him. he purposely acts like "king steve" to get the disgusted looks, the let downs, the what have yous. he acted put out by not getting a date but in reality he was happy they turned him down, relieved even.

i also have this thought that eddie, max and eleven are really the only ones who notice that the sigh he lets out is not actually a sigh of defeat but rather relief. not dustin bc hes away at camp. this leads to another hc. still in same universe as this.

it would change the confession scene in the bathroom after the russian truth serum. making it go differently.

the scene would go a lil something like this:

There's a shuffling in the stall next to Steve followed by a huff, "Fuck it," is muttered softly.

"Have you ever been in love before?" Robin asked, demanded even.

Steve lets out a scornful snort before replying "Once, with Nancy Wheeler."

"That priss?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "Though priss is not the word I'd use to describe her."

"Are you still in love with her?" Robin's voice was curious, soft.

"No. Definitely not," he said, staring at the ceiling. The room may have stopped spinning but the lights still looked like stars to him with left eye swollen shut and the pounding in his head. "Haven't been since that Halloween night, I think, honestly."

"Oh?"

"Let's just say Nancy is a bit of a mean drunk and the feelings that I thought were returned, weren't."

He pulled his eyes away from the lights above and stared down at his hands. His left pointer finger was crooked and felt as it were on fire every time he so much as grazed it. The knuckles on his right hand hurt in a way they hadn't after his fight with Billy. Flexing his right hand sent a flare of blistering pain across the back of his hand, up his forearm and now the knuckles moved in a strange way.

There was another shuffle from behind him and suddenly a hand encompassed his wrist. He looked over and saw Robin's face, her expression was pinched.

"I'm sorry," she croaked out.

"It's okay."

"It's really not."

He barked out a laugh and shrugged. "It's not, but it will be."

She nodded sagely. He looked back at his left hand again, this time looking closer at the middle finger. The interrogater had ripped it off in an effort to get the answers he wanted but Steve hadn't cracked. His only goal during all the pain was to keep the others safe.

"Dustin said something to be about needing to find my Suzie."

"Suzie?" she questioned, one eyebrow arched.

"Some girl he met during his trip away, I'm not entirely sure she exists but that's besides the point," he said. "Pretty sure the little shit was trying to say was I need to find my own Suzie. At first I didn't really want to. I mean I thought that Nancy Wheeler had been my Suzie and she broke my heart and that's not an experience I want to relive in all honesty."

He stopped and looked down at her, "I think I understand what he meant now."

"Steve," she whispered stricken, her face pale. The palest it had been in the last two days, really. "What are you saying?"

"I mean I meet the most awesome girl this summer. One who isn't afraid to speak her mind as well as four languages and who helped me keep two dumb, smartass kids safe, what about that doesn't seem like someone I wan-"

"I'm a lesbian," she interrupted loudly. Her hand still gently clutching his wrist. "That thing about Mrs. Click's class and the staring wasn't because I was obsessed with you but because she was and I couldn't stand it." Tears had begun to well in her wide eyes but she made no move to wipe them away. "You always got crumbs everywhere and always asked the most ridiculous questions and I wanted her to look at me like she looked at you."

"Mrs. Click?" he asked, with equal measure shock and concern and Robin let out a wet snort of laughter.

"Oh my god no!" she exclaimed. "Tammy, Tammy Thompson."

"Ah, ok. That makes more sense," he chortled softly. Robin's hand disappeared from his wrist and he took the opportunity to slip his hand into hers. "If you had let me finished before you so rudely interrupted me. You would've known that I want you in my life but I didn't mean it romantically Robin. I want you in it as a friend."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"It doesn't bother you?" she asked, after a moment.

"Does what bother me?"

"That I'm a lesbian?"

"No, it doesn't," he replied. "However you could do so much better than Tammy Thompson, she's a total dud."

it continues to follow canon from there. sorry if its a bit sloppy i havent written in a while but i hope you enjoyed.