Lsu Joe

I want this type of relationship 💕

I’m halfway through the Chimera Ant arc and

This

His face here

This

And most importantly

THIS.

You can’t fucking tell me Killua is not 189% in love with Gon.

You can’t tell me that they’re not meant for each other.

You can’t tell me that they’re not frickin canon.

You can’t.

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Your Friend Steve

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In My Blood (series with Senna!Reader)

architect!Reader

author!Reader

black!Reader

Brazilian!Reader

celebrity crush!Reader

CEO!Reader

college student!Reader

crazy rich!Reader

endurance driver!Reader

fashion designer!Reader

fan!Reader

Ferrari driver!Reader

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footballer!Reader

girlfriend!Reader

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Måneskin!Reader

model!Reader

nepo baby!Reader

Newey!Reader

newlywed!Reader Part I

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New Year’s Edition

pop star!Reader

pop star!Reader II

Princess of Monaco!Reader

pr manager!Reader

protective!Reader

revenge era!Reader

royal!Reader

Sainz!Reader

scandalous!Reader

shameless!Reader

single mother!Reader

socialite!Reader

Vettel!Reader

widow!Reader

wife!Reader

Wolff!Reader

Wolff!Reader II

Wolff!Reader x Max Verstappen

You’re on your own, kid | MV1 x Reader x LN4

Summary - Max and Lando showed you that you don’t always have to be alone, but what would you do when an incident on track leaves you stuck in the middle of an argument between your two boyfriends who refuse to even look at each other?

Warnings - Austria 2024 which is a warning in itself, swearing, arguments

Type - Written

notes - probably gonna be a part 2 and not proofread as usual

Growing up you didn’t have the best people surrounding you. Your father had left when you was born and your mother always away for work, and your absence of sibling always made you feel so alone, like you had no one to turn to in times of need.

Which is why when you met Max Verstappen and Lando Norris on a night time walk - a habit of yours that you used to clear your mind - the two asking what you was doing out by yourself so late, it was hard to resist their kind eyes and warm smiles when they asked you out to coffee the next day.

You remember that day vividly. You had never been invited out on a date by one man before, let alone two, and especially two men with the social following and popularity that Max and Lando had.

The date went amazing though, the both of them had been perfect gentlemen, although you wasn’t really surprised, but that date lead to more and more until they asked you to be their girlfriend, which of course you excepted with no hesitation.

The pair of them showed you that you didn’t always have to be alone, and you’d never felt more grateful for people.

—

You had a warm smile on your face when you entered the paddock on race day of the Austrian Grand Prix, you were excited to be here to support both of your boys. Both of which were in either side if you, small grins in their faces also as the three of you were engaged in private chatter as per usual.

You remembered the day that your relationship has been leaked to the media, the reactions from the general public were a mix. Some didn’t care about your involvement at all, and just focused if the fact that Max and Lando had been in a secret relationship together for that past two years, but some had only nasty words to say about you, that you’re a good digger, a whore, and some congratulated you for ‘pulling it off’ as they would say.

For once though, cruel words of people didn’t effect you the same way they used to, because now, you and your boys to look out for you and reassure you that you was going to be okay and that they was going to be by your side no matter what.

From then on thought the three of you was open with each other, in restaurants, the paddock, anywhere you felt, and you had never been so happy. Some people even took back their word when they noticed how when the three of you were together it was like you was in your own personal bubble, no one else mattered except each other.

“Schat?” Your stare turned to your Dutch partner when the nickname he’d adapted for you in the early days of the relationship, “I’ve got to go speak to the team about strategy before the race, okay? Stay with Lan and I’ll see you after the race, hmm?” He said, leaning down slightly to press a gentle kiss to your lips, a rose coloured blush crept up on your cheeks as you nodded.

“Okay,” you said in return with a small smile, “be safe out on the track for me, yeah? Make sure you come back to me in one piece.” Max smiled at your words, you always said it to them before every race, like a mini tradition and every time it always made their hearts warm, “I will love. I love you, I’ll do my best out there for you.” He said kissing you one last time, before turning around and walking to his garage, leaving you alone with your British boyfriend who intertwined his hand with yours as he smiled down at you.

“Looks like you’re watching from my garage today baby.” Lando said with a smile as you laughed lightly, “I guess so Mr Norris.” He smile at you again, before leading you towards the McLaren hospitality so the two of you could get some food before heading to his drivers room for a bit before the race.

———

It was an hour or so later now, both of your boys had made their way out onto track and began their race, with max on pole and Lando close behind him after having qualified second, you was excited but also worried. Excited for both of them for achieving so much and getting where they want, but you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of anxiety in the back of your mind as your eyes were glued to the screen before you, the race currently on lap 60 out of 71 as your boys were batting it out to come home and stand in the top step of the podium.

You knew first hand how messy any kind of arguments could get between the two of them; three years of being in a relationship with them both gave you that kind of knowledge. So you watched in worry as your boyfriends messily battled on the track, you could hear Lando’s radio through the headphones you were wearing at the word he was spitting out about your dutch counterpart were angry and thoughtless.

You couldn’t help but let out a quite ‘fuck’ under your breath when their cars touched, Lando immediately yelling through the radio as you saw max do the same on the screen in front of you, you sucked in a breath when Lando retired his car from the race, his damage being more severe than Max’s, the dutchman being able to pit and make his way back out to finish the final laps of the race.

You knew this wasn’t going to be good, but at this moment, there was nothing you could do about it. So, you went to Lando’s drivers room and waited for him to show himself so you could comfort him before the race was over and Max would most definitely want to see you.

He stormed in, slamming the door behind him, sucking in a deep breath when he saw you and instantly pulling you into a tight hug, which you returned, of course.

“I’m sorry.” you muttered into Lando’s neck as the man scoffed and pulled away, “It’s not you who should be apologising, baby. It’s max and his fucking-,” You cut lando off with a shake of your head, “No, don’t do that.”

The brit looked down at you with raised eyebrows, “Really? You’re picking his side? After my race got fucking ruined your choosing him?”

His words hurt, but you knew he was saying them in the what of the moment, he didn’t mean them, “I’m not picking a side Lan, i love you both and you’re both at fault, you need to resolve this between yourselves.”

He didn’t listen to your words though, just rolled his eyes before saying, “I’m gonna go speak to Andrea, do me a favour and don’t come to talk to me yeah? i’ll see you later.” he said before walking out of the small room, leaving you standing there, alone.

——

Once the race has needed you had a similar interaction with Max, the man also getting agitated at your lack of choosing a side and also refusing to speak to you in that moment.

You were stuck, you didn’t know what to do. You wasn’t going to chose a side, hit when they were both equally at fault.

Your hope for them to make up tonight though only diminished more when you watched Lando on the media pen on the screen in front if you, the interview was emotionless and empty as you watched with sad eyes.

“So lando, we all know that you and Max have a very close relationship outside of racing, the two of you being in a romantic relationship, how do you think today will reflect on that?” The reporter asked Lando.

“Obviously i’m going to keep my private life just that, private. but, at the end of the day i think max was at fault and an apology would be appreciated.”

you sighed at his response, knowing all too well neither of them was going to apologise first.

——

It was late when you arrived back at your hotel room, you had waited around for hours for one of your boyfriends to show up, but they never did, eventually you received separate messages from both; the texts reading, ‘go home with him, i know you want too’

they both thought you had chose the side of the other and left you all on your own.

you climbed into the bed of the hotel room, it far to big for just yourself. The absence of your boyfriends sinking in as your eyes flooded with tears and your mind replayed words you had been telling yourself for years.

You’re on your own, kid. you always have been.

-

yes i rushed the end yes dont fight me

Ambulance

Levi: shit, I cut my finger-

Y/N: wee woo wee woo wee woo

Levi: what the-

Y/N: *stops in front of Levi and puts a band aid with cute designs on his finger*

Y/N: wee woo wee woo wee woo *runs away*

Levi: ...thanks, i guess...

I hope everyone is having a beautiful day

Never forget you are perfect the way you are

And don’t let anyone tell you aren’t 💕

♪ — 𝗪𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡? - part six max verstappen x reader (angst) “… when he wants to be normal, he can count on you, stranger.”

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"Let's start the bidding at $500,000. Do I have 500,000?" 

"500,000,"

"Thank you, 500,000. Do I hear 600,000? 600,000?"

You held back the urge to lean your head on your hand, leaning back in the chair and resting your hands on your lap instead. This wasn't your natural environment. Not a setting you were confident in.

But when your boss calls in sick; who better to replace him and represent your company, Cisco, for a few team-sponsored outings than you? Sure, you weren't a fan of fancy balls and expensive auctions, but you did like going to Silverstone for a free Grand Prix ticket. What's better than a paid week of vacation in the UK to socialize with rich people and watch a Formula One race free of charge?

"700,000," Lando called, raising his number. You chuckled softly at the unimpressed look Zak Brown gave his driver. You'd been sitting with the two McLaren team members and other sponsor representatives, after all, that was what you were here to do.

"You're going to finish all your money," Zak commented, gulping down his glass.

"Shh! I need that car," Lando hushed, concentrating on the auctioneer before raising his number and shouting a bigger number than the last person. "One point two million!"

You playfully rolled your eyes at the driver's competitiveness. Taking a sip from your champagne glass, you listen to Lando and two other people fight over the Ford Thunderbird. When Lando called a difficult two million you thought he'd finally take it home when there were no objections, until…

"Three million," you froze at the voice. It was one you've come to be very familiar with, one you've come to love chatting with while wearing headphones in your bed at night or sitting at your sim on weekends.

"Sold to the Gentleman—" you let the world around you blur as you pulled your phone out, glad that the brightness of your screen was at its lowest.

He didn't mention going anywhere when you chatted this morning. What would Amilian be doing here? You were sure it was his voice. It couldn't have been anyone else's. But what would bring him here?

It would make sense though. The Red Bull headquarters is in Britain and this is a motorsport event. Maybe he had been dragged out here in a similar situation to you. Or maybe he was here on his own accord for fun.

la. — I think I just heard your voice?? la. — Did you just buy an old red ford?

amilian. — ?? amilian. — What? Where are you? amilian. — nvm i see you

la. — where are you?????

amilian. — when the dance floor opens, stand aside and i'll come to you

★ ☆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You read the message over and over again in your head as you stood aside, watching as people gathered to pile onto the dance floor as music started playing.

Your eyes desperately searched the attending faces for a face you didn't even know. The thought lingered in your head, would you be able to know your Amilian if you saw him? You were sure you would even if it sounds impossible.

Is Amilian a friend? He couldn't just be a friend. Did you feel more towards him? That's an insane thing to think. You haven't met before and have only conversed on the internet. You can't like a guy you met online.

What if he's been catfishing you this entire time? What if he's not your type? What if he is your type? What if he's tall and has a beautiful smile? What if his touch is just as gentle and soft as his voice— what if you're not his type?

"Champagne?" the voice came from behind you, accompanied by a gentle caress of your back. The chuckle that left his lips when you jolted in surprise sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel his smirk as he gently held the glass for you to take. It was definitely your Amilian.

You couldn't dare to turn and look. Instead, you silently took the champagne glass from his warm hands with a small anxious sip and looked at the crowd of dancing rich people.

It's when you feel his hand pull from your back and instead drape a necklace around your neck did you move confused. You touched the silver jewelry with confusion and recognition.

This was your necklace. The one you'd forgotten at Max's when you stayed the night at his apartment. How'd Amilian get it? Or were you so overconfident in your ability to recognize your Amilian that you forgot the fact that other people know you? Because apparently, you recognized wrong.

"Max, hi," You greeted with a blush once you'd turned to see who was there. "Thank you," You smiled, looking down at the necklace that completed your outfit.

Max felt his cheeks warm once he saw your soft smile. He felt the pain he's been feeling in his stomach for the past three months subside. A relief that he could only describe as the momentary relief addicts get during relapse. The firework-like euphoria in his heart made all the waiting worth it.

"I was going to give it to your boss to give it back to you," He says with a hand gesture, his other hand gently returning to the small of your back. "But I'm glad I got to return it to you myself," He smiled.

You smiled back, feeling your cheeks heat with a blush that you hoped the Dutchman didn't notice. "Thank you so much, Max. I owe you."

"Can't argue with that." Max felt his smile widen at your offer, his heart fluttering at the sound of your voice he's come to adore. "Maybe I could have this dance?" He took a step towards the ballroom feeling excitement rush through him.

Max couldn't believe that he'd get a chance to dance with you. He tried to keep his smile from getting too big or show the amount of excitement he was feeling. This felt like a dream come true, finally. Like a scene out of a Disney movie. The room was starting to disappear as he looked into your eyes, but the world returned into focus quickly once he saw you didn't step forward with him.

"I'm actually waiting for someone," You mumble, nervously twirling a strand of your hair around a finger.

Crack! Max felt his heart squeeze and a painful feeling rush in his chest and his stomach. He felt jealous, angry and in pain at the same time. Jealous of himself. Anger for putting himself in this situation and that Amilian existed. And pain from the fact that you preferred his alter-ego over him.

"Amilian, right?" He asked. You felt a wave of anxiousness at the way the excitement and joy washed from Max's body language, replaced by something you couldn't quite recognize, something dark and frustrated.

"How did you—" You stuttered in surprise, voice trailing off and eyes wide. Why wouldn't he know Amilian? They work together. Amilian literally got Max into baggy pants for you— "Y-you know Amilian?"

"Let's take a walk," Max suggested after a hesitant breath. His hand remained on your back as he gestured to a hall away from the crowds of people. You took a moment to think before letting his gentle and soft touch lead you away.

Your head is filled with confusion, embarrassment and uncertainty. Questions ran through your mind as your eyes looked at the hung paintings you passed. You feared that you'd left Amilian back there and he was looking for you. The halls were quiet as you walked with Max.

Was this a prank? Did the two boys team up to give you a scare? Did Max know something you didn't? Was Amilian chickening out and had told Max to come to you instead?

"You know, La, I like blue on you more."

Your body froze dead in your tracks once you heard the third word that passed his tongue and lips. Max froze in his spot two feet in front of you as well. He didn't dare to turn back and look at you. And you didn't dare look up at him. Only one person calls you that.

You could feel the Dutchman turn around, silence enveloping the hall as the beating of your heart got louder and louder.

"It's me," Max tried to say quietly. He tried to reach for your cheek and pulled his hand away quickly when you put your hands on your mouth. He could see your eyes widen with shock at his confirmation.

"I'm sorry, I meant to tell you—" You couldn't hear him ramble and try to explain himself. Your brain was working too fast trying to process and correct the past.

You criticized Max Verstappen's fashion choices in front of him. You sim-raced and played games with him. You vented about your work to him. Scratch all that. Max Verstappen has been your best friend for the past two years?

You have confided in the three-time world champion. Spilt your secrets to an important man like him. You have talked about him to his face, whether it's admiring or crushing on him or cussing him out for hogging wins. You confessed how you loved him because you saw yourself in him, to his ear. You've done so many things that made you feel so embarrassed.

And when Max tries to catch you as you turn and make a run for it, he quickly gives up as the world comes crashing on him and he starts going through withdrawal again. He watches you run and stumble on your heels before turning a corner for the exit.

Anguish and grief filled Max's chest, which he gripped tightly as tears fell from his eyes and silent sobs racked his chest.

proof reading credits to the amazing @classiclitfreak <3

Transcend - Series Masterlist

Welcome to my little AU where RPF meets... almost every single CE character imaginable. Enjoy the twists and turns!

After watching Multiverse of Madness, it made me think what could happen 'if' and thus… this was born!

Chris Evans x Female Reader / Various CE Characters x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, angst, language, mentions of divorce. More tags will be added as we continue.

Summary | A nice dinner with your boyfriend turns into a nightmare when two worlds collide.

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Andy Barber

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

Colin Shea

James Mace

Ari Levinson

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