#Enginner x reader

[supernova41st]

Hear me out... TF2 mercs with an easily flustered s/o, like so easily flustered even purring out petnames makes reader bright red and stammering like a school girl with a crush

Blush Crush! ᥫ᭡⋆࣪

Tf2 x Flustered!Reader

A/n: I know I made a poll and everything but this req was so cute I just had to make it!! I tried not to do the wattpad “her face was blushing bright red” stuff so I just said rosy a whole bunch. Enjoy!!

Warnings: None

Medic

❥ Definitely takes him some time to catch onto what’s happening.

❥ You had admired him from a distance since he seemed more attached to his projects than some lovey dovey crushes, but that didn’t stop you from yearning!

❥ Once it was your turn to take the Uber surgery your pulse had been rushing since you sat in that waiting room

“Let’s see.. your blood pressure is pretty good”

“Oh stopp! 🤭”

“..alright then”

❥ He did notice how rosy your skin gets when you’re in the same room, and whenever anyone mentioned his name.

❥ If he Ubers you you’re always on straight PANIC MODE.

‘gasp Oh my god. okay okay, is my stance good? Forget that-do I look good?? I don’t wanna die in front of him but I also don’t want to look stupid!! His eyes are practically glued to me right now! Oh, he’s dead.’

❥ Once he did catch up to what was happening he felt embarrassed himself for not noticing sooner since it seemed so obvious.

❥ Has no idea what to make of it, this guy spends his days experimenting on beheaded spies what do you want him to do?

❥ All of a sudden he was the one blushing and getting all flustered.

❥ He started avoiding eye contact while healing you, kicking the dirt all shyly 😭

❥ He’d deliver love notes via Archimedes, you can barely read it tho cuz he has that doctor hand writing <//3

Scout

❥ oh em gee 😒

❥ Don’t even get him started, he loves making you blush and giggle

❥ Scout is quite bold so as soon as he saw your face turn slightly rosy he became so flirty

❥ He’d do the classic lean against the wall type flirting before matches just to feed his ego before entering battle

“Yeah I’ve been hittin’ the gym recently, gotta get these babies ready for the summer”

“Oh wow! You’re so cool, Jeremy..”

❥ The rest of the team feels like a disappointed dad. “You could’ve done better” type shit

❥ Scout would steal your kills to look like he was “saving” you, you’re too flustered to notice

“Whew, you okay (Y/N)?”

“Oh my god, thank you Jeremy…”

❥ First date was at an arcade so that he could impress you with winning some claw machine prizes *he ended up losing 5x and you got him something instead

❥ Neither of you can get enough of each other, especially after dating. You two are always linking pinkies while the team goes over a plan of some sorts

❥ Y’all are that one hallway couple in high school.

“Alright team, we read- euah.. 😟”

“Sorry Engineer, just giving sum goodluck kisses”

“Eugh creepy, could you get neutered you dog?”

Engineer

❥ Engie does catch on to you being so flustered around him but he sorta doubts himself because he’s unsure if it’ll be a distraction from his work life.

❥ After a few weeks he thought “Hey, why the hell not?”, with how hard you were crushing on him, he was sure that soon enough you’d guys be together

❥ He is quite old fashioned, he’s the type to show up to your door step with flowers and would ask to go out for milkshakes

❥ On your first date he got you a bouquet of flowers he sculpted from metal

“Aww you got me flowers? How sweet..”

“Sure did sugar, my love for you oughta wilt away once it does.”

“….”

“..you good?”

You died.

❥ At least you were able to give him his sunflowers. His favorite kind!!

❥ He’s happy he was able to build up the guts to put himself out there again, he adores you, thinks you’re cute for the most part but also charming in a way.

“So do the sentries build themselves or?”

“Nope, I just gotta be quick with buildin’ then between fights, keeps me sharp”

“You’re so amazing Engie! I could listen to you talk all day ༯”

❥ You’re lucky he finds your swooning cute, otherwise he’d probably build some sentries to make sure you weren’t watching him sleep at night.

[multifandomgirl08]

No Time To Die [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Mother!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: Max goes racing at Nürburgring and it doesn't end well.

Warning(s): Car crash, mention of concussion and fractured ribs

A/N: This was a tough chapter to write, my beta reader had to convince me that this was a good chapter to publish since I was so concerned by even the idea of this chapter.

Title taken from No Time To Die by Billie Eilish written to Wash. by Bon Iver.

Words: 9.7k

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NEWS

Gianpiero Lambiase to leave Oracle Red Bull Racing after Verstappen’s 2030 F1 Exit

15th January 2031

Early today Red Bull Racing announced that Gianpiero Lambiase would be leaving the team after 15 years. The same amount of time that Driver Max Verstappen has been at the team.

Lambiase worked with driver Daniil Kvyat and maintained his position within the team when Verstappen went to replace Kvyat in 2015. In 2022, Lambiase took over as Head of Race Engineering from Guillaume Roqueline for Red Bull,  while also retaining his role as race engineer to Verstappen.

Both Verstappen and Lambiase sat down with Red Bull’s Talking Bulls podcast after the start of the winter break. Verstappen giving his final goodbyes to the F1 team and Lambiase to let people know that he would be leaving to be Verstappen’s enginner in the coming WEC season.

“Max told me that he was planning on doing Word Endurance next year (2031), and he asked me if I would be interested in working with him and his team.”

“I wouldn’t let him say no,” Verstappen interjected.

Lambiase just laughed, “Yes, so with that I want to announce that I’ll be leaving the team to be able to work with Max as he moves into World Endurance.”

This poses the question of what Red Bull will do now with both the loss of Verstappen and Lambiase from the team. How will Horner fill in the role of both a top driver and a race engineer leaving the team in the same year?

📍Nürburgring Nürburg, Germany - Hour 6

Today was supposed to be an exciting day. It was Max’s first 24 hour endurance race at Nürburgring. The infamous Nordschleife was a staple when it came to racing endurance. At least that was what Max had told her.

Hour 6 of the race had just started and before she knew it, Max was in the car driving like any other race and then she heard an announcement about a collision between two cars show up on the screen. It looked like Max’s car, and it had barreled over three times before landing flat, hood up. A moment later marshals showed up to pull the driver out of the car and it was, Max. He was being pulled out and was leaning over before someone tried to help him stand straight up, but he looked like he couldn’t manage it.

Her eyes fell away from the screen to look at the kids, Nicole reaching for her first, “Mama?”

She had just opened her mouth when she spotted Christian walking towards them.

“What is going on?” She asked.

“Y/N,” he said a little too calmly for her liking. “There was a collision, Max and another driver who was driving for Porsche. The guy in the Porsche was breaking too early and collided with Max, they both went into the wall but Max’s car flipped a few times. We’re lucky that neither of them hurt anyone else. Max is being driven to the hospital as we speak.”

She could feel her stomach drop and then start to feel heavy. She needed to leave, she couldn’t be here. “I… I need to go to the hospital.” The kids. “Can you and Geri watch the kids? Until I find out if he’s okay?”

Christian just nodded. “Of course, Y/N. We’ll get someone to drive you and call me when you find out how he’s doing.”

She gave Christian a small nod back as a reply.

“Kids,” She calls them over, Nicole slipping her hand into Y/N’s. “I’m going to go to the hospital to check on Papa. You’re going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa, okay?”

“Mum,” She hears Nico say. “Is Dad going to be okay?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll find out when I go to the hospital.”

“Mum, it looked bad-” Nico started to say.

“Don’t watch the footage yet, okay. Let me check on him first,” Y/N reached for Nico and kissed his forehead and then pulled the younger kids in for a hug.

“Be good for Grandma and Grandpa.”She said, she walked Nicole over to Geri, and Geri took the little girls hand before Y/N moved to leave the track and was led to a car by Max’s trainer who insisted on going with her to the hospital. It was hard to sit in the car, in the defining silence with neither her or Rupert talking as he drove.

Her phone flashed with a notification text from a few people:

Sophie Daniel Victoria Lando Charles

She didn’t open any of their messages, just pushed the notifications away to a photo of her and Max. He had been in his new team Verstappen race suit on his first day of testing for the year. She normally didn’t go with him so he could concentrate on work but she couldn’t shake the feeling like she needed to be there this time.

Lulham had taken their picture, Max was standing behind her smiling after Chris had made a joke to get Max to smile. Max had pulled her tightly into his chest and then buried his head into her shoulder before saying, “Okay, enough. Anymore of this and we will all be old by the time a good picture is taken.”

She had kissed Max on the cheek and then let him go. “Have fun,” and then mouthed the words I love you.

She left Max and Chris so they could get ready to get into their cars and walked by GP and said to him, “Keep Max in one piece.”

The Brit replied, “You know I will, Y/N. I’ll take care of him while he’s out there.”

She gave him a nod moving further into the garage and sat out of the way of the engineers and mechanics.

“You know he’ll be okay.” Rupert said as they got closer to the hospital.

“You mean now or eventually?” She had asked him. Not every driver made it out of accidents unscathed. She couldn’t think of there possibly being something truly wrong with Max.

Rupert said nothing the rest of the drive. Her leg started to shake for a bit before Rupert finally pulled up to the hospital. She had the self-restraint to let Rupert park the car before walking into the hospital and going to the reception desk to ask about Max.

She walked up to the information desk before an older woman who was about Sophie’s age looked at her. “Can I help you?” The woman had asked.

“Yes, my husband was just brought in… He was in an… accident.” She paused at the word, having to use a word that was unfamiliar to the German that she would occasionally hear.

“What’s his name?” She quickly switched to English, probably noticing that she was struggling with her words a little.

“Max Verstappen.” She said and then started to turn her wedding and engagement ring around her ring finger with her thumb.

The nurse's eyes went wide when hearing Max’s name. “Right,” The nurse said and reached for something on the desk. “I’ll make a call and ask. Do you want me to get you anything, Mrs. Verstappen?”

Y/N just shook her head no. “I just need to know that he’s okay.”

“Of course,” She said with a nod and then pulled up the phone to her ear. “Yes, trauma ward? Was there a man in his early to mid 30s just brought in?”

Y/N waited with baited breath to hear what she had to say.

“Yes, he’s in… they’re doing a CT scan. Yes, I know who he is. I’m looking at his wife right now… Okay I’ll let her know.” She had put the phone down. “He’s on the third floor, use those elevators,” she said pointing to her left. “Click three and then take a right until you reach the doors that say trauma ward. They’re still running some tests but there will be a doctor to greet you once they’re finished up with him.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said quickly before following the nurses instructions and went up to the third floor. The sign up ahead that read trauma ward made her feel a little lightheaded. She managed to find a seat just outside of the set of double doors and pulled out her phone to text Rupert where she was.

Eventually Rupert joined her sitting to her left side on the phone with someone from the team. “Yeah we’re still waiting on news… They seem to be taking their time.”

She really should have talked to Victoria or Sophie but she didn’t have any news about how Max was doing and didn’t want to call them without knowing if he was going to be alright.

“Family of Max Verstappen?” A soft voice said. Y/N looked up to see a young woman in a set of scrubs and a lab coat holding a metal-like folder.

Y/N moved from her seat, “I’m his wife.”

The female doctor moved closer to her, “And this is…” slightly pointing at Rupert.

“His trainer.”

“Ah, this will make it easier then. You showed up right as we were taking Mr. Verstappen to get his CT-scan.”

“Head injury?” Rupert asked.

“Mild concussion, he should be okay in a week or two. However, after they pulled him from the car he seemed to be nursing his ribs, we did an x-ray and there is some bruising on his upper ribs which will take a few weeks to heal.”

“And besides that?” Y/N asked.

“We don’t know, we’ve given him some pain medication and he’s asleep for now. He should wake up in a few hours. But he’ll be fine after his injuries heal.”

Rupert nodded and then Y/N followed in suit. “He’s on the second floor, I’ll take you to his room so you can see him.”

Her and Rupert followed the doctor to the floor below before being taken to a white door. Y/N looked into the room to see Max’s asleep, his eyes closed and on his back.

“Can I ask you a few more questions about what I’ll need to get ready for him in the coming weeks?” Rupert asked the doctor.

“Sure,” The doctor had said leaving her outside of Max’s hospital room.

She slowly opened the door moving to his side, she had pulled up the chair that was resting against the far wall before reaching for Max’s limp hand. The only comfort she had was the sound of the heart monitor in the background giving off a steady deep, deep, deep.

She gripped his hand in her’s giving it a small squeeze before hearing, “Uhh.”

Max’s voice made the sound of the heart monitor in the room diminish.

“Hey, hey.” She said trying to meet his eyes noticing a small cut by his left eyebrow and his cheek had a small bruise.

He looked around the room for a moment, his fingers clasped around her hand in a vice.

“Max, Maxy,” She kept saying before his eyes finally landed on her. She saw his pupils diminish at a scary rate.

“Mijn…” He started to speak taking in a deep breath.

He moved his head up very slowly.

“Don’t move to much, Rupert is going to be back in a few. He’s talking to the doctor.” She said. She saw that Max was trying to nod but that he was struggling.

It was hard to watch him like this. A few tears fell and she felt his hand grip her’s. She let out a shaky breath.

“I’m so happy that you’re okay. I saw the replay of the car flip-” She didn’t bother finishing her sentence as Max’s eyes met her’s. He reached his hand up a little brushing the tears that were now staining her cheek away.

“How bad?” He asked.

“It looks worse from the drone view.” She started to say before she heard the door open to see Rupert and the doctor come through the door.

“Well look who’s awake,” The doctor said. “Any pain Max? In your neck or eyes?”

“A bit in my neck,” Max slowly answered with his words slightly slurring.

“Worse then 2021?” Rupert asked.

Max slowly shook his head. “Not like that, more like it’s sore.”

The doctor nodded, “That’s good that it isn’t like your last accident.”

The doctor looked down at the folder in her hands, “Well since your wife and trainer are here, I can tell you that your concussion isn’t severe. Stay away from looking at a screen for a week or two. Your ribs are also bruised, so you can’t have to much exercise, so light walking to start with. Your ribs should take six weeks to heal. I’ll recommend you a doctor for when you go home and they can take another look and see how things are going.”

Max mostly starred at the doctor before glancing at Rupert. She knew what Max was thinking, he did all the work over the last few months only for this to happen. He couldn’t race 24 Hours of Le Mans with his injury now.

“I know Max,” Rupert said looking at him. “Get some rest, your kids will be by in a bit. We’ll talk about the rest later.”

Max dropped his head and then peaked up at her through his lashes, as if he was ashamed of something. Rupert walked out of the room after gesturing to his phone and left them alone.

“Max,” She reached up to cup his cheek. “Do you want me to leave you in here. I need to call Sophie and then check in to see if Christian has already left the track with the kids.”

He just shook his head no, dropped his head back to his pillow and then slowly closed his eyes.

“Okay, I’m going to call her first. Can I put her on speaker?”

Max nodded, “If it’s too much for you, just squeeze my hand.”

Max said nothing before Y/N pulled away from him a little to dial Sophie’s number. The dial tone rang for a few seconds before she heard the familiar voice of her mother-in-law, “Y/N?”

“Sophie?” She asked back.

“Are you still at the track? Do you have news about our boy?” Max’s eyes met hers.

“I’m at the hospital with him, he’s awake, has some pretty bad bruises and a concussion, other than that he seems okay.”

Y/N could hear a little commotion from the phone and Sophie’s voice talking to someone.

“Y/N,” Victoria’s voice came through next.

“Yeah, still here.” She said looking at Max’s peaceful face.

“Are the kids with you?” She asked.

“No they’re with Geri and Christian, but they’ll be at the hospital soon.”

“Great, just gives you the opportunity to do what Max hates most,” Y/N couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, Max did hate being fussed over. “If I were on the track I would have made Arvidson pay.”

Y/N held Max’s gaze and saw a small smile start to spread over Max’s lips. She leaned in a little closer and kissed the back of Max’s hand, his wedding ring was missing. Probably still with Rupert, she thought.

“Victoria!” She heard Sophie yell through the phone. “You should not say these things!”

“Mum!” The rest of what Victoria said seemed to be inaudible for a few moments.

“Victoria, it’s okay. Max can hear you,” She said to stop Sophie and Victoria from continuing their conversation.

“See, she understands.” Y/N heard Victoria say.

Y/N just shook her head. Was it odd for Y/N to hope that her and Nicole could one day have a relationship like this when her daughter was older?

“Should we come by when Max is a little more awake? I know he’ll be out of it still but-” Sophie didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence.

“Yeah, maybe after the kids get here. I’m not sure if you all can stay and I don’t want to just dump them on you.”

“You are never dumping my grandchildren on me.”

Y/N dropped her eyes to Max’s lap feeling guilty for a moment. She knew that Sophie didn’t see it that way. She just needed to focus on Max right now.

“I know,” She quickly. “I know, I just don’t want you to have to fly out. We’re hoping that the doctor will let us know when Max can go home so you don’t have to fly out here.” She felt Max give her hand a firm squeeze.

“Well keep us posted. And tell Max we love him.”

“Yeah, I will.” She said after ending the call and looking up at Max, pulling her phone away from the bed and open up her phone contacts.

“I…” She says and moves to get out of her chair. “I still need to call Christian.”

“Mijn leeuwin,” He said stopping her from moving. “Can calling him wait?”

She nods at him and then looks at her phone to see that Christian had already texted her.

“Christian and Geri are on the way with the kids,” She said laying her phone screen down. “I’ll text him in a minute. He sends his best.”

“I know what you are doing.” Is all Max has to say for her to take a deep breath and calm down a little.

She ends up text Christian back a few moments later,

It took almost an hour for Christian and Geri to get here. They walked into the room first with the kids following after them.

“Dad,” Nico said as he saw Max lying in the bed.

“Papa,” Niki said moving towards Max and reached to hug him. Max let out a small groan as Niki tightened his arms around Max.

Nicole went over to her and moved to try to sit in her lap, Y/N pulled her further into her lap. Nik reached over and gave Max a loose hug.

“I saw the crash,” Nico said after Nik had pulled away from Max.

Max and Y/N looked up at Christian, “I tried to stop him from watching it. He wouldn’t listen.”

Nicole buried her head into Y/N’s shoulder, and let out a tiny sob.

“Nicole,” Max said, reaching for her little hand.

“Baby,” Y/N said, “Do you want to give Papa a hug?”

Nicole shook her head no. “Don’t want to hurt Papa.”

Y/N picked Nicole up and set her on the bed next to Max waiting to see if she would reach over and hug him.

“Schat,” Max said slightly opening his arms for her. “Please.”

Nicole relented at Max’s plea and reached her little arms around his neck to hug him. Y/N could tell that she wasn’t hugging him with her normal strength, being extra careful. 

It took a moment but Y/N could hear Nicole start to fully cry. Max’s hand went to Nicole’s head gently stroking her hair, “I’m okay, schatje. I’ll be fine.” he said doing his best to comfort her.

“It looked worse then it was,” Christian chined in.

The crash did look pretty bad, the Porsche driver had clipped Max’s front bumper and it sent him spiraling three times over into the barricade, Max was lucky that the car didn’t end up landing on it’s hood but still right side up.

“There is already an investigation going on, should hear back in a day or two.” He continued.

Max just looked up from Nicole and gave him a small nod. This could all be talked about later.

“What happened to the other driver?” Nico asked.

“According to the marshals that were at the sight of the crash, he was fine. Turned a little awkwardly and ended up loosing one of his rear tires but got out of the car without a scratch.”

That just seemed unfair, the guy had clipped Max’s front bumper causing Max to have a concussion and bruised ribs and he got to walk away without a single scratch on him.

It took a few more minutes for Nicole to settle down. Her head was now resting on Max’s lap having exhausted herself from crying. One of the nurses had pulled another chair into Max’s room, Niki and Nik did their best to both occupy the chair. Nico was now in Y/N’s seat at Max’s side, talking his ear off about something that she wasn’t paying attention to.

“When can he go home?” Y/N asked the doctor as they stood outside of Max’s hospital room.

“I would say tomorrow, we want to keep him overnight for some more observation but we’ll do another check in the morning and if we like what we see he’ll be able to go home.”

Y/N nodded at her, “And your sure that his concussion won’t get worse? I know that he had one before and it took several months to heal.”

The doctor pulled her away from Max’s door a little more. “From what Mr. Manwarning told me, the force of this crash isn’t nearly as bad as the one in 2021. It’s still a concern, not because of the amount of force he experienced but that the car flipped so many times. I know that your husband had some issues with his sight but since he won’t be racing while his ribs heal, his concussion should go away much faster than before.”

Y/N was quick to nod at the doctor and thanked her. She turned back towards Max’s room looking in on her family. She doesn’t know what she would have done if Max’s injuries were significantly more severe.

Three weeks later 📍Sint-Genesius-Rode, Belgium

“I know you think your fine Max, but you heard the doctor. Your ribs aren’t healed enough for you to get into that car.” She said to him as they stood in the living room of the house after getting back from Max’s doctor’s appointment.

“I will be fine,” He insisted.

“I don’t care if you will be fine.” She said taking in a short breath. “I… I can’t raise 4 children by myself Max. It’s not fair to them and it’s not fair to me when you can be here instead of possibly getting into another accident when you’re still injured.” She says moving closer to him.

“It’s not my fault that Arvidson crashed into me, I didn’t ask for this to happen.” He insists.

“I know that, but please Max. Can’t you wait to do Le Mans next year, just until your ribs are fully healed?” She pleads as she stands close to him.

“No! I am perfectly able to drive, I don’t care that my ribs aren’t all the way healed.” 

Max didn’t feel like telling her that she was right, his ribs didn’t feel the best and his eyes were giving him small problems when he had tried driving on the sim this past week. It was hard to sit in the sim for more than two hours without feeling like he was in pain. Rupert told him that he was making good progress but still needed a bit more time.

Le Mans was less than three weeks away, if he was going to pull out and have someone replace him, it would need to be now, and he would need to tell the team in the next few days. He couldn’t keep them waiting for updates on if he could race or not.

He could hear her footsteps retreating from the room as she said nothing. He heard her bag and keys being pick up.

“Where are you going?” He asked slowly walking towards the entry way of the house.

“To talk to your mother, she seems like the only person in this family who has any sense about getting injured and not racing.” She said, her eyes brimmed with tears before grabbing the door handle of the front door and shutting it behind her.

He just shook his head at where she was standing and slowly moved back into the living room. He was cleared to look at a screen a week ago and he could play video games since the kids where in school. He could call Raymond and ask about how Thierry was doing in GT3, if they were having problems and needed help. Could he even handle driving in a GT3 car?

If I can’t drive in a GT3 car, how are I going to drive in a LMP2 car? He thought. At least three, three hours stints over 24 hours. I should be fine.

He keeps telling himself that, I should be fine. I will be fine.

It takes three hours before his phone goes off. The kids need to be picked up in an hour, Nicole and Nik from daycare, and the older boys from primary school. He check the caller ID;

MUM

He was expecting Y/N to call him instead. Why is his mum calling him?

He swipes to answer, “Hi Mum?” He says.

“Max.” She answers, and he already doesn’t like the sound of her voice. “I just wanted to call and let you know that Y/N and I talked. She told me your still going to compete at Le Mans even though your still injured.”

He let out a heavy breath. Was this his mother’s way of scolding him since she didn’t have many opportunities to do it while he was a child?

“She doesn’t understand,” He started to say.

“She doesn’t have to, she’s your wife.” He knows that his mother is going to take her side of this argument even if she understands what racing is like. “Being married is a partnership, like you have with GP when you are in the car. She is looking out for you now because she knows if she doesn’t, there is a chance that you can hurt yourself or someone else.”

He can’t help but slightly stare off at the cream walls of the living room, “Your wife is tough, we all know it. You even say it every time you call her that obnoxious pet name.”

Mijn Leeuwin 

It had been the perfect moniker to give her, she was a protective lioness, his wife. He knew this when he married her. He knew this when she had adopted Nico as her own. He just never felt like this extended to him… It had never felt like it had been about him before.

“How would you feel Max if she got hurt and you knew that you could have done something to stop it?” She asked.

“I-” He tried to speak. He could only swallow down what felt like a rock stuck in his throat. That had almost happened when Nicole was born. Why did that one nurse not want to listening to him?

“She’s trying not to lose you Max.” She said and he could hear her breath out into the receiver. “Racing is dangerous, she doesn’t want to lose you and make my grandchildren lose their father in the process.”

“Mum,” He starts to say. “I… Rupert has been telling me that I’ve been healing well.” Is all he can manage to say.

She lets out a sigh. “I know what Rupert has been saying, but do you think that you’ll be able to sit in the car and race?”

He starts to let his shoulder slump forward. “I… I don’t know.” He says, and then cave in a bit at his confession.

“There is nothing wrong with not doing this race Max.” She says. “You can always do Le Mans next year when you aren’t injured.” His mother’s words are kinder then Y/N’s question from this earlier in the day, but there is no tone of pleading. She isn’t trying to talk him out of this.

He knows that she’s trying to tell him that it’ll be better in the long run, more time to heal, more time to practice, every other possible endurance race to enter if his injuries heal in another 6 weeks. Another chance at 24 hours of Nürburgring next year with Arvidson out of the way.

“I’ll call the team and talk to them, see what they say,” He knows what the team will say. If your still injured and it’s still that bad we’ll get another driver to race. Lulham, Thierry. We’ll figure it out, just get better Max. He doesn’t like disappointing people. He doesn’t…

Max doesn’t want to put this off anymore, he wants to race Le Mans. It’s the last thing before he knows that he’s accomplished all that he wants to for the time being. Because he knows that there will always be another category to race in, another challenge, but this has been the one thing he has been chasing since he won his fourth World Drivers Championship in F1. It feels like the last hurdle. Race Le Mans, podium at Le Mans, win Le Mans. No one else but him, his team, and the car. The way it should be. No other noise but the engine in his ears. It’s all he can ask for. 

And right now it’s too much to ask for with his injury in the way.

“Can you ask Y/N to come home?” He asks his mother.

“Of course, Max. I’ll ask her, she’s just about to pick up the kids, so you’ll see her soon.”

Max closed his eyes at her words. He was hoping that he would get to talk to her before the kids needed to be picked up.

“Can you tell her that… that I love her.” He waits in utter silence for his mother to say something.

“She knows Max.” Sophie says to him. He knows that Y/N heard him. Now, he just needs to wait for her to get home. So they can talk about this.

It had been easy to sit for those three hours earlier, now it feels like time is passing by too slow. He keeps checking the time on his Rolex and rotating his wedding ring around his finger, looking at the way that the blue and black weaved carbon fiber mixed with the titanium outer-band. He hasn’t taken it off since Rupert had given it back to him when he was still in the hospital.

He can hear the sound of tires pulling into the driveway and keeps sitting on the couch waiting for everyone to come inside.

The sound of the door opens and then feet pile into the tile flooring of the entry way of the house. He hears bags being drop and shoes falling.

“I’m going to start dinner.” Y/N says slipping her shoes off.

She only spares him a glance as she walks to the kitchen. She’s avoiding him, avoiding what she thinks will be an argument. She is obviously sick of fighting with him about this.

The kids make their way into the living room with a chorus of greetings and half hugs knowing that he’s still not all the way healed.

“Are you mad at Papa?” Nicole asked as they were sitting at the table in the kitchen for dinner. Nico looked over at her with Niki and Nik sharing a glance.

Max’s eyes went wide at Nicole’s question.

“I’m not mad at Papa, I’m just worried that Papa’s still injured.” Y/N answers with her fork falling into her plate.

“Can’t you just kiss it better?” She asked sweetly.

“No sweetie, I can’t.” There was no way for Y/N to kiss his ribs and make them heal faster.

“But you can when I get scrapes on my knees.” Unfortunately Nicole’s bumps and bruises from running around the backyard weren’t the same as his fractured ribs.

“I know, but Papa’s injury is more severe. His body is still healing, but he’ll be okay.” Y/N glances at him through her lashes. He can see what she’s trying to say. See, I can’t do this on my own. I can’t do this without you.

Max can feel a knot growing in his stomach.

“What’s severe?” Nik asked while pushing his vegetables around the plate.

“It means that something is very serious and shouldn’t be taken lightly.” She does her best to explain.

The rest of dinner is quiet aside from forks and knives hitting plates.

“Does that mean that you’ll both still tuck me in for bed?” Nicole speaks up while clearing off the last of her carrots but only after they’ve been dipped in ranch dressing.

“Of course,” He answers. “Mama and I will still tuck you in.” He can already tell that Nicole is going to try to climb into bed with them at some point tonight.

Max is able to clear all of the plates off the table while the kids went to play before bed. He could mange to walk everything over to the sink but as soon as he starts to reach down to load the dishwasher he can feel an odd twinge coming from his injury. Rupert had said that the unexpected twinges of pain would go away in the next few days.

He can hear Y/N’s house slippers against the Italian marble flooring.

“Go sit on the couch, I’ll finish cleaning up.” She moves to stand at his side with her hand already reaching into the sink, her manicured fingers sinking into the food grimed water. 

He nods but doesn’t want to. She cooked so he was supposed to clean after. He was finally feeling up to it instead of just letting her take care of it like she had been since he had come home from Germany.

“I-” He tires to say. I should be the one taking care of this, not you. He wants to say. “I’m going to call the team tomorrow, let them know that I’m not doing Le Mans this year.”

Max can hear the clatter of utensils in the sink. He can feel her eyes on him and then hears her feet getting closer to him.

“Don’t do this for me,” She says. “Don’t tell me what I want to hear.”

What? He thinks, A few hours ago you wanted me to not do La Mans. Now you are okay with me racing injured?

“I don’t understand you.” He says shaking his head. “You wanted me not to race injured, now I said that I’m not.”

She takes a breath, “Exactly Max, because I asked you not to. Not because you know that it’s the wrong thing to do.”

Well she wasn’t entirely wrong. Yes, she was asking him not to race and he wasn’t going to after talking with his mum.

“It’s not wrong though. I know once I am in the car I will be fine. I will have the team looking out for me. I’m a race car driver Y/N, it’s who I am.”

“And I love that you are who you are Max, but sometimes I think that you have no concern for your own safety and it terrifies me.”

He wants to roll his eyes but knows that will only make her more upset.

“Well I won’t be racing forever.” He starts to say looking away from her. “It’s one last race. Who cares if I do it injured.”

“I do,” She says with a slight sob escaping from her lips. “I care Max.”

He closes his eyes, he immediately knows that was the wrong thing to say to her.

He takes a few steps closer to her and is careful about taking her into his arms, partially because of his ribs and also because he’s not sure is she wants him to touch her right now.

Her sobs slowly turn to full on crying. He pulls her from the kitchen and into the backyard of the house so they can sit at the bench by the pool. He doesn’t want the kids to see her this upset. He knows that it’s his fault, that he can’t let this go. She sits in his lap and he does his best not to flinch as she puts pressure on his ribs with her arms around his neck.

The only thing he feels like he can do is wait for her to stop crying, so he at least can explain to her why he feels like he needs to do this now. It breaks his heart to hear her cry. That she is this concerned with his health that it leads her to tears.

He can remember one of the first conversations that they had when he first thought about proposing. That if they were to get married, this would be it. Divorce was never an option. She didn’t believe in it and he didn’t want to put Nico through loosing a mother for a second time, even if he never knew it.

“I won’t race at Le Mans in the next couple weeks.” He starts muttering into her hair. “I’ll call the team and let them know that I’m too injured to race.” He can’t help but stumble a little with his words. He doesn’t want to say them. He doesn’t want to just give up and not push through this like he has been taught to since the first time that Jos had put him in a kart. It’s not who he is as a driver, but… when it comes to his family, and his wife. He has to put them first.

This is just one battle that he can’t win right now.

His words seem to make her crying dissipate. She hasn’t pulled away from him yet with her head still buried in his shoulder.

“Mijn,” He starts again. “Mijn liefde, please. I just need you to know that once I do this. Once I race at Le Mans,” Whenever that it, he thinks. “that will be it. I’ll be done racing until the kids are older.”

It’s hard to say those words and admit it to her. It’s hard to let go and know that Le Mans will be the end, for now. There will always be another category for him to compete in but while the kids are still growing up he can focus on them and Verstappen.com.

He can finally feel her pull away from him and tries to meet her eyes. They’re red rimmed from crying and he feels his heart grow heavy in milliseconds. He ignores that the pressure she was putting on his ribs has gone away.

“What do you mean, you’ll be done?” She croakes out.

“I of course mean no more travel unless I’m taking Nico to races or Verstappen.com needs me for something. I’ll be home a lot more.” He clarifies for her.

“Max,” She starts to say and reaches to cup his face in her hands. He looks into her eyes and can read every question that she has for him in them. The why nows? And What about the other races you’ve wanted to do? These are questions he wouldn’t mind answering. He just doesn’t want to answer the question of, Will doing this now actually be how you want this to go?

“This is why I want to do this now. I do this now, I can start to be at home more.”

“I thought that you wanted to have a real chance at winning? Not just be able to partake in the race?”

“I do-” He sighs.

“Then wait a year. Just… wait a year Max. If you want to do this, race at Le Mans and have a chance to win, do it next yeat.”

He hears her move to sit up on the bench a little more. “You know I would never ask you to give up racing Max. I just, your not invincible and I just want to make sure that if you do go and race, you won’t be injured and can do your best.”

He lets out a small huff through his nose and then drops his head to her shoulder. “If I were to race now, I don’t think I could stay in the car for more then one stint.” He admits. “I can’t disappoint them.”

He feels her arms around his shoulder and her fingers sinking into his hair.

“You won’t,” Petting his hair and moving back as she gestures for him to put his head in her lap. He lets his head fall back, “Putting your health first doesn’t make you a disappointment Max. No matter what anyone says.”

They just sit there for a while letting the air settle around them. By the time they managed to make it into the house it had grow dark outside, neither of them seemed to notice.

Walking back into the house feels like it takes so much effort. There is still noise coming from the TV, and Max peaks into the kitchen to see the sink still full with dishes.

He looks at his watch and sees that it reads 8:34, too late for most of the kids to still be up.

He has to force his hand to let go of Y/N’s so he can look into the living room and see that Nicole has her head pressed into a throw pillow, Nico still up with a video game controller in his hands. Niki and Nik were busy with their lego sets.

Y/N clears her throat, “Time for bed.”

“But Mum, it’s Friday.” Nico says. “Can we stay up a little longer?”

Max knows that Y/N wants to say no, to just tell them to go to bed so that so can they and start tomorrow with a clear head.

“You can stay up for another hour.” He answers for her. “But bed right after. I mean it Nico, I want you off that Playstation because we still have to go to the track tomorrow.”

Just because he can’t race doesn’t mean that Nico doesn’t have practice tomorrow.

“8 am?” Nico asks.

Max just nods at him and then walks into the room and is careful about lifting Nicole so he can take her up to bed.

Y/N opens her arms to take Nicole from him but he just shakes his head. Y/N walks with Niki and Nik so they can go to bed, they should have been in bed at 8. Max takes his time on the stairs as he holds Nicole, they both meet up at Nicole’s room and he places her into her bed, Y/N pulling out her pajamas while he pulls back the pink sheets. Y/N changes her and he reaches for one of her many stuffed animals and then place a little stuffed grey cat into his daughters waiting arms before they both tuck her into her sheets.

Max kisses her on her forehead and Y/N follows suit before they both see Nicole nuzzle into her pillow to tired to wake up. Y/N moves out of the room first already reaching to turn off the light switch and all Max can do is look at his daughter and see his wife in her. Her hair spread out over her pillow, and he knows if he saw his own eyes looking back at him once he had come into the house he would have sworn to never step foot into another race car again.

Max lays his hand over Y/N’s on the light switch and then both press it at the same time leaving the door wide open before walking to the main hallway making their way to the owners wing of the house.

They go about their nightly routine, changing out of clothes and putting them in the laundry. They brush their teeth in front of the sink standing next to one another, Max reaching for the cream that has slowly been helping the visible bruises on his ribs go away. He sees her in one moment and then she’s gone the next. He closes his eyes and tries to hear her footsteps against the wood flooring. She’s already moving to get into bed.

He puts the cap back on the container and slowly walks into the bedroom. The light on her nightstand is the only things illuminating the room, her hair falling around her face, her eyes a little clearer but obviously still very tired.

He climbed under the sheets, she turns the light off, and he pulls her into his chest before taking a deep breath with the scent of her shampoo making it easy for his eyes to grow heavy.

This is home. With Nicole asleep down the hall, Nico still playing video games. Niki and Nik asleep upstairs.

She pulls away from him and then turns on her side.

“Turn over.” She mutters. Max looks at her for a second wondering why. She lays her hand over his shoulder as if she wants to push him onto his chest and then slowly rolls on his side before she moves closer to him, her arm lightly over his waist and then he can feel her pressing her face into the back of his neck. She’s doing this because she felt him flinch earlier when they were outside. Because she knows that if he ends up holding her it will only cause him more pain.

It takes a while for Max to feel like he can close his eyes and fall asleep until he hears light footsteps coming down the hall and then heard the door of the master bedroom creak open. He opens one eye to see Nicole in her pink pajamas with her little grey cat spilling over her little arms.

“Papa?” She asks standing by his side of the bed. He already knows what she’s going to ask and pulls the sheets back for her to climb into their bed. He does his best to pick her up as their bed is quiet high off the gowned and tucks her into their sheets.

She curls up at his side and places her head against his arm. He lets a breath out as he does his best to hold his girls. He closes his eyes one more time and tries to let sleep take him.

The day before 24 Hours of Le Mans June 13th, 2031

Max had just gotten off the phone with Lully, he was already in France for the race. He sounded excited for tomorrow when there was the ring of the doorbell.

“Hey Chris, give me a second.” He said into the phone. He opened the door for the mail guy to be holding a large box and looked to read who the return address was from;

Harry Winston 29 Av. Montaigne, 75008, Paris France

He realized what was in the box. His apology gift to Y/N.

“Thanks.” He said to mail guy and signed for the package.

He brought the box into the house and then went up to the second floor to put it into the master closet. He would give it to her after she was done with work.

The kids were with his Mum for the weekend.

“I’m back.” He said into the phone.

“Yeah mate, the track looks great.” Chris said. “Still sucks that you won’t be able to race with us this weekend.”

“Less pressure for you and Therry,” He sighed with a half-smile. “There is always next year, and it lets me know how competitive we are right now.”

“You make a good point,” Chris paused. “I’m being called over by the one of the engineers, I got to go Max.”

“Of course Chris,” Max moved to walk into the backyard. “Have a good race. I’ll be watching tomorrow.”

“Sure, talk to you later mate.”

“Bye.” Max pulled the phone away from his ear and let out a deep sigh.

He wanted to be in France but his last appointment with his doctor was this morning and he found out that everything was going well and his injuries were almost fully healed, another week and he could go back to a normal routine again.

The doctor had mentioned that his recover time was taking a little longer then it should but Max wasn’t having issues leaning down and had stopped flinching from pain a little over two weeks ago.

He should be fully cleared to race just in time for 6 Hours of São Paulo in a month.

Max looked down at his watch and saw that he needed to still order dinner. Even after all of these years living in a house with children he was still horrible in the kitchen and didn’t want to put Y/N through one of his cooking disasters.

He opened up his phone and called a restaurant in the city that he knew would be willing to deliver to the house before walking back downstairs to set the table and pull out a bottle of wine for them to drink. He still preferred a gin and tonic or a beer but he was willing to drink a glass of wine every once in a while.

He had gone to the master bathroom afterwards, took a quick shower and trimmed his beard that he had forgone taking care of after his accident. He cut it short enough that it was a little longer then his usual 2 day stubble and then left if before reaching for a barely used bottle of Bulgari cologne.

Max was just about to step out of the bathroom when the door opened to Y/N pulling her hair out of an updo, she was out of her at home sweats in a thin silk robe.

“I was going to offer to join you,” She said with a small wicked smile.

“Not fast enough,” He replied. “I have to let the delivery guy in.”

He moved to take a sidestep so she could enter the bathroom.

“I’ll meet you down there,” She hollered as he left her standing there. Max moved into their closet, quickly peaked into the drawer where his t-shirts were to see the unpackaged Harry Winston box still in place.

He took out a small knife that he had been gifted the father’s day before last and cut open the outer white box before revealing a navy blue velvet box. He slipped it back into the drawer, left the white box by the stairs to take with him when he went back downstairs and then put on a pair of loose casual pants and a thin knit sweater.

He put his feet into a pair of slippers and then took the box with him as he felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his pants. He pulled it out to see the familiar Belgian area code and picked it up.

He heard the voice of the delivery driver telling him that he would meet him at the gate to collect the food. Grabbing his keys after placing the phone down, Max moved to throw the box into the recycling bin. He opened the side door to the food delivery driver and paid him before walking back into the house with his food order in tow.

He made the short trek past the garage laying out the food on the table between the pool and paddle court. Y/N came down to join him a few minuets later in a short red summer dress, short black heels. In her right hand, she carried the bottle of wine her husband mistakenly left in the kitchen. The stems of two wine glasses dangled downward in between the fingers of other hand.

They sat through their dinner eating, drinking with a comfortable casual small talk throughout the night. Their plates were clear and half the bottle of wine gone when he pulled her from her chair and into his arms so they could dance.

The night had grown dark a while ago, the outdoor lights by the pool illuminating their every step.

“You know, sometimes I forget that you can dance.” She said to him.

He stepped away to turn her and then felt her hand on his shoulder again. “Only sometimes?” He asked. She nodded back at him.

“When was the last time we dance?” He lifted his head as he looked into her eyes.

“The last FIA gala we went to. We definitely only stayed long enough to eat, and for you to accept your award before we went back to the hotel.” She answered.

“I kind of miss it.” He said. He saw her eyebrows go up a little. “Not for what you think. It was nice to go and see you dressed up, and we were on a little vacation without the kids.”

“Well, I can dress up for you anytime. Just ask,” Max let his hands drop a little lower on her waist. “But we both know that a weekend away is hardly a vacation.”

“When was the last time that we went on a vacation with just us?”

“Maybe after Nik was born?” Her voice sounded unsure. “It’s why we went back to Greece after Nicole was born. I remember that much.”

Max’s face twisted in discontent, “That means we haven’t been on a vacation since then.”

“We do have four kids. Can’t exactly drop them off and go gallivant across the world.”

“If we didn’t love them so much we probably would.”

“We would because I would go anywhere with you,” She said and lightly pecked him on the lips. He leans down a little to kiss the crown of her head as pulls her into his chest. He can’t help but let out a heavy breath.

“I… I got you something,” He says and then clears his throat. “It’s upstairs.”

She pulls away a little to look at him. They manage to clear off the table and lock the door to the backyard so the cats don’t get out before he takes her hand leading her upstairs to their closet. He blocks her from seeing the box once their inside of the closet.

“Close your eyes,” He whispers into her ear. He helps her so she’s standing in front of the full length mirror before reaching to unclasp the box, then the necklace and then places it on her neck. The white gold is cold against his fingertips as he tried to do up the clasp and let the heavy necklace sit on her neck. It looks better on her then he could imagine.

“You can open your eyes.” He says as he stands behind her.

She opens her eyes and he can see that they drop down to her neck.

“You got me a similar pair of earrings for Christmas.” She says a little in awe.

He can only nod. The earrings he had bought when he was looking at a birthday gift for her last year. He had always intended to buy her the matching necklace later. He had no desire or intention to let her in on the secret that what she was wearing around her neck was twice the amount he ended up paying for her engagement ring. The sapphire that sat in the middle of the diamond necklace adorned her neck.

“This is my apology gift to you,” He says. “I know that dealing with me since my accident hasn’t been easy and I-”

“Max you don’t have to apologize for me taking care of you,” She says and then drops her hand to the necklace. “And you don’t need to buy me gifts to make up for it.”

She turns around to look up at him and drops her hand from her neck, “I know that I don’t need to but I want to. You have been dealing with me being stubborn about the team and racing.”

He needs to her know how much he appreciates everything that she’s done for him. He feels her slip their hands together and intwine their fingers.

She says as she locks into his eyes, "This is what I signed up for, in sickness and in health remember. That means when your being stubborn and don’t want to listen to me or Rupert.”

He can only lightly chuckle.

“Now take this off me.” She says slightly waving at the clasp. “You are going to return it.”

“No. I’m not.” He says with a smile. She has never turned down an expensive gift that he’s given her and he’s not going to let her start now. She only glares at him before turning to the mirror so he can take it off her. 

“You are going to wear it,” He insists. “You’re mine, it’s only right that I get to spoil you every now and then.”

He sees her roll her eyes in the mirror. He carefully undoes the necklace before placing it back in the box.

He closes the lid and then steps closer to her leaning his head down so their lips can collide for a few moments with her hands moving into his hair.

“Come on, we should go to bed.” She says pulling away breathlessly. Max places down at his watch.

“It’s only 10:30,” He says.

“Yes, but aren’t you going to stay up to watch the race tomorrow?” She asks.

He can only nod. He did plan to try to stay up for the full 24 hours to support Chris, Harry, and Therry. 

“Well we should both get some shut eye then. Race does start at 3.”

He can only give her a quizzical look. She seems to be aware of what time the race starts and knows that he intends to stay awake for all of it. It only takes a moment for him to realize why.

“You were planning on going with me,” He starts to say. “If I had gone this year, you would have also gone.”

“And I plan to go when you race next year. I’m not just going to sit at home.” It’s all she has to say before she steps a little closer to him, putting her arms around his neck brushing over the short hairs at the back of his neck.

“I love you,” He mutters.

“I know.” She says smiling at him.

He pulls her with him into their room, undressing and then climbing under their sheets. He draws her into him enjoying the feeling of her laying her head down on his chest without the pain of the extra pressure from his ribs.

Mini Verstappen taglist: @karmabyfernando, @barcagirly, @sachaa-ff, @iamahallucinationnn, @glow-ish, @nonsensical-nonsence, @champomiel, @gothicwidowsworld, @lighttsoutlewis, @itsalwaysgay, @mynameisangeloflife, @ursforever129, @aundercover, @bborra, @mindless-rock, @cixrosie, @barcelonaloverf1life, @konsti081, @mellowarcadefun, @brekkers-whore, @thedecalcomania-blog, @xoscar03, @em-gvf01, @haikyuen, @shelbyteller , @geniusalpaca, @princessria127, @mysticalnightenthusiast, @green-thots, @leah-also-known-as-creatoronwp, @ellelabelle, @lilypat, @dreamercrowd

[itsmebytch001]

Dad! Aaron Davis X Daughter! Reader.

(Headconnons)

Is super chill about most things, including you smoking weed, under the conditions of it only ever being in the house, never more than twice a week and always from his guy, so he knew it was clean.

Would even support you dropping school for your creative indevours, as long as you had a plan that is, he would even help you with building your portfolio, taking you to secretive spots of the underground where he knew there where blank walls.

The only thing he's not chill about boys, Can't have then over, Can't be dating round, can't go on dates, and if your gay, he would be so supportive, not only beascuse he's a decent person, but beacuse he dosen't have to worry about men anymore, infact he would brag about it to Jeff as a 'I don't have to worry about teen pregnancy, or dating bad men beacuse my daughters gay and your son inst HAHA'

Jeff: "And You're letting her drop out of colluge!?"

Aaron: "Listen man, school was never her thing and she's got real potentail in fashion...I think I don't know know shit about clothes"

Jeff: "Your her father, not her friend and your treating her like a friend! She need's someone to hold her down in education"

Aaron: "It Isn't working for her!"

Jeff: "You aren't pushing her enough!"

Aaron: "Listen Jeff, I'm going to support her fashion, and art or whatever she wants. baecuse she's a good kid, and she's good at what she dose, and besides she's pulling her weight, She's got a job"

Jeff: "...Listen I'm just worried she's gonna fuck it up"

Aaron: "So am I, but I think she could do great if I let her"

3. Pulls you out of burnout before it becomes all consuming. He comes home to find you embryoidng something at 1am, on your 6th coffee of the night, shaking a bit due to the energy, sourounded by the fabric and sparkles.

Aaron: "Ay, you okay?"

Y/n: "Yeah Yeah, I'm fine"

He looks round your room, consumed in mess and materials. He places a hand on your shoulder pulling you back a bit.

Aaron: "Okay, I think It's time you took a break yeah?"

Y/n: "No, I really need to finish this, if I don't now I never will"

Aaron: "How many coffee's have you had?"

Y/n: "I don't know, like 4 or 5"

He looked around and saw some cans aswell.

Aaron: "You have some energy drinks too?"

Y/n: "Maybe"

Aaron:"M'kay" He said as he removed your needle from your hand, pulling you up from your shoulder.

Aaron: "Lets get some food, yeah?"

Y/n: "...yeah"

4. Whenever Jeff and Aaron where having problems, you and Miles became the line of communication between the two sides of the family, and though you really didn't like it, becasue Jeff and Aaron were two grown men you would tolerate it, for your Dad, And for Miles who also agreed this whole thing was Mad, who grown men so petty they communicated through their children.

Now of course you two never liked this, and tried to express this to your Dad's, they never understood how straining it was for you and Miles to be messenger pigeons.

But Aaron loved you, and though he found it strange to express that to you verbally, he did, but he mainly showed you through buying you stuff, sometimes when he was gone for days at a time, he would just buy you loads of stuff, or taking you on shopping sprees in order to make it up to you, buying you makeup, clothing, fabric or art supplies, and though you liked the stuff, you needed a Father, and eventually he got the idea that him being present was more important the just lots of stuff.

And honestly, you were the only reason he left the Prolwer life behind, he was terrified if someone found out who he was, they would then come after you, so he abanonded the life, and actually stared a enginnering career, and it also only beacuse of you that Jeff and Aaron mildy reconnected, When Jeff found out your Mom was pregnant, only a few months behind Rio, he thought it would be good for the family to come back together for you two, thought that never really happened, it certianley helped, Jeff and Aaron would occesianlly chat, use thier children as messganger birds to insult each other, and would buy each other insulting gifts on christmas, for exsample last year, your Dad brought your Uncle Jeff a scale.

You and Miles where always close though, you were kinda like estranged siblings, and even when your Dad's where agruing, you wto would still text, call sometimes to give small upates on life, and would occesiannly see each other when ever Miles came round the house, were you'd find him just casullay sitting in your room waiting for you.

Actually, you and Miles didn't meet until you were 6, Rio had enough on waiting for Aaron to reach out, so one day she just turnded up at his door with Miles, she was furious he wasn't teaching you Spanish and you didn't even know who they were, you refused to let Miles play with your dolls beacuse he was a stranger, who was this kid? Just coming in your house, touching your stuff?

It took awhile for you to accept and understand the idea of cousin and Auntie, you thought she was just your Dad's friend with her son, but eventually when you stared going to Middle school together, you two actaully bonded.

And though you and Rio were close, you and Jeff never really clikced though you got on, You didn't like being in thier house, you flet like a ghost, and Uncle Jeff was always pestering you about school, and how you were doing even though he knew you had left to persue other things, he was trying to scare you back in, and you knew it was for good reason, he was worried you end up like Aaron, pre you and mess up your life, but you two were so distant, it felt like an intrusion.

Pt 2?

[connorsui]

It's time ...to play truth ...or ..lie ..and it's gonna be ✨️.....Russian roulette 🩷🤪

But that thank you for the tag my luvies: @marthawrites 🥺🩷🩷

◇ Nickname: CONSUI / CONNORSUI : ight so I got this Nickname when I was a pre-teen? (11-12) when I finally started playing Call Of Duty: Black Ops 1 Zombies-- I used to play this constantly with other family members and the number one thing I would do all the time was place ...C-4's ...eveeeerryywherreeee...by the door? ...C-4 ...by the window ...C-4 ...by the hallway? ..C-4 💀💀 and someone ended up finding out that the long name for C-4 was: Compo so I roll with the name Compo for a good awhile until my friends decided it was better for it be shorter ...

Making it CONSUI instead 😭

◇ Sign: ...Aries ...I don't even know if I act like my sign 💀

◇ Height: 5'3 ...the most basic npc out there 🩷

◇ The last thing I googled: I AINT GONNA LIE ...I FUCKING GOOGLED "SIMON X READER" FOR AO3 💀💀💀...I'm ovulating

◇ Amount of sleep: this might be bad for my little health ...but I literally sleep from 2am-9am ..so that's what? ..7hrs? ...I'm running on redbulls and dry scoops of protein powder 🧍‍♀️

◇ Dream Job: Aerospace Enginner ...ur girl like building stuff 💅🏻

◇ Favorite Song: yall ever heard of Eat Your Young By Hozier? ...nah ...plz do its a fucking vibe 😭

Movie/ Book that summarizes me: ight lowkey idk what kind of movie or book will summarize ...ME AS A PERSON ...but yall ever seen the show "Shameless" ?? ..it has 11 seasons ..and it describes exactly what you think "shameless" means ....that's me 💀💀

◇Favorite instrument: Violin/ Piano / Chello/ Trumpet / Flute ....I played the last one in middle school ...I fucking hated it ..every bit of my existence ...that middle school music teacher was treating the class like it was sum top ivy league shit ...

◇ Aesthetic: clothing wise I'm very tech casual and like dressing in very cool modernized tones with a baggy essence -- the only time you gonna catch my ass wearing tight clothes are in formal settings 🩷

◇ Favorite Authors: literally anybody ...I ain't picky

◇ random fact about me: ....I love galaxies (anything astronomy related) ...it's habit ...an obsession ...that if the galaxy was a person I would be a stalker 🧍‍♀️

(no pressure tags I still luv you) @dornebloodlines @chompchompluke @aemonddtargaryen @sapphire-writes

and anyone else that wanna go ahead !

Get to know me game!

Thank you for the tags @aemondsbabe and @adragonprinceswhore ♥

Nickname: As an adult I don't really have one! When I was a kid my family called me "Marti" and my brothers called me "sister"

Sign: Libra

Height: 5'6"

The last thing I googled: "Spotify". Had to renew my premium sub! Fucks off ads!!

Amount of sleep: Usually around 8. Sometimes a little more and sometimes a looooot less

Dream job: My dream job is to literally not work

Favorite song: Ahhhh this is such a hard question! I'll just go with my #1 song from spotify wrapped which was "Vacation" by Dirty Heads

Movie/Book that Summarises Me: Apparently I'm drawing a blank because I literally cannot think of anything LOL

Favorite instrument: Piano and violin

Aesthetic: Probably best described as casual. Jeans, t-shirts, flannels, hoodies, dresses. I don't like my clothes very tight. I defs prefer to be comfortable more than anything!

Favorite authors: Stephen King, specifically his older books

Random fun fact: Thank god I'm alive in our modern day and age because if I wasn't my blind ass would have been DEAD a long time ago! I'm a glasses girl. Contacts freak me out. VERY near sighted hahaha

(no pressure) Tagging: @aemonds-fire @boundlessfantasy @theold-ultraviolence @dornebloodlines @connorsui and anyone else who would like to do it!

[sw33tassvgar]

HELLO!!!! Its me sweet! This is my rules when asking!!

REQUEST ARE CLOSED

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Fandoms i will write for

Team fortress 2

[more to be added later ;(]

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Rules

Stuff i WONT write for :(

- No yandere stuff

- smut

- !ncest

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Stuff i will write for!

- ANGST

- Fluff

- Head canons

- g()re

Request are closed! Im busy and cant write for a while sorry!

(im 19 btw : ) )

[supernatural-bias]

━one ship, two stupid stupid men

SUMMARY | Mack had always had a mouth to him. Especially around his rival, the head engineer (who always had a scathing remark at the ready to fire back). But this time he went too far.

PAIRING | engineer mark x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | some slight angst. mack being a dick

WORD COUNT | 1.7k+

AUTHORS NOTES | n/a

Their rival was well known.

Mack has always hated Mark, and vise versa. It was common knowledge that the two of them engaged in heated conversations more often than not, the bickering only getting worse once the Captain had arrived on ship in all their authoritative glory.

You would have expected their first day aboard the Invincible ll to have been a welcoming once; crew and colonists alike doing their best to keep a professional introduction as swell as possible. And it had been working—at first.

That had all been ruined the second they met Mark and Mack side by side (along with Celci and Burt of course but they were civil enough to leave a good if not slightly forgettable first impression.)

The Captain didn’t think they would be forgetting Mark throwing a wrench across the room at Mack’s smug face anytime soon.

Since then they had learned the root of their hatred for each other.

Apparently Mack had appointed to be head engineer, practically working all his adult life to get there. And some of his childhood too, according to a the few personnel that the Captain had asked. So one could imagine the impact it would have on the cocky space man when Mark waltzed in and immediately got the position, receiving tumultuous praise for his natural skill and abilities. Skills and abilities that Mack just ‘lacked’ according to the board.

The monthly meetings that just so happened to be mandatory per request of headquarters always tended to be the worst.

”All Im saying, Mark, is that more than once our dear Captain has shown to be, how should I put it, less than wise in their decision making.”

The same condescending voice that had been speaking nonstop for the last half hour piped up again, the owner of it smoothing down his light brown jumpsuit while staring coldly across the table at another man in the same garb.

Mark jumped out of his seat with vigor as Mack had finished sharing his critique. His nostrils were flaring, and the Captain imagined that if he had fangs he would be baring them like a dog.

”Our Captain has done nothing but lead us through the toughest of challenges, nothing short of brave and confident in the face of death itself!” He snapped viciously at Mack. Everyone watched as he rolled his eyes in response, scoffing before addressing Mark again.

”Your opinion on this matter is irrelevant. You practically worship the ground they walk on, so of course you’d be the one to back them up. We need to hear from more people with less biased opinions on our Captain.”

The person at hand that everyone kept mentioning sighed deeply, intertwining their hands together and propping their elbows on the table, clasped fists concealing the bottom half of their face as they watched the two go back and fourth. Almost as if witnessing a tennis match.

A very angry tennis match.

”Gentlemen as much as as I love watching you scrutinize and pick apart my decisions as the sole leader of this ship-“ The Captain cleared their throat “-we have more important things to attend to.” They finished speaking with a hint of annoyance in their voice, only Celci picking up on it from their far left and snickering.

”See! Thank you Captain! We have much more pressing issues to focus o- wait did you say I was scrutinizing you?”

They ignored Marks desperate denials of his actions, focusing on Mack from across the table as he crossed his arms defiantly.

”You know the protocol Mack. If you have an issue with me or the way I run things, you can either take it up with me privately, or file a complaint to HQ and wait for a response.”

They emphasized the word privately. It wasn’t the first time they had to repeat that to Mack, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“But that’s the thing Captain.” He paused to lean forward in his seat, the sides of his lips down turned and eyes holding a look that they didn’t like. “I don’t understand what HQ sees in you. I don’t even think you were built to be captain of this ship.”

A hush fell over the table where everyone was sitting at. Burt and Celci exchanged a quick look, gazes slightly nervous. Even Mark had stopped in his desperate pleas to look at Mack with eyes as big as those cookies in the break room.

”In fact I don’t think you were built for space at all. Just the other day I saw you leaning over the sink in the bathrooms with your helmet off, cryi-“

”That is enough.”

The Captain was now standing, arms having been slammed down loudly on the cold, cold marble surface of the table to emphasize their words. Their tone had been harsh and abrupt, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

Even with the inky black tint of their helmet concealing their face, Mack knew he had gone too far just by the way they were looking at him.

For once in all his time on the ship, he listened to them. Shutting his mouth quietly and slinking backwards into his seat.

”This concludes this months meeting. If you have any questions, contact me through coms. I will be in my quarters.”

Even though they had just offered for any one of them to ask questions, no one got the feeling that they should. Or would.

The door slammed behind them on the way out. It left a gust of wind to blow through the now silent room, all eyes on the spot where they had just been standing.

No one dared to speak

A knock from the blue and silver doors from across their bed. The Captains gaze flickered from the reflection of their face from the helmet in their hands, swiftly putting it back on in one fluid motion before allowing the computer to let whomever was on the other side in.

A head of messy brown locks poked itself in, a small smile accompanying soft brown eyes as Mark made his way into their room.

”I brought food.” He said softly, sitting down at the foot of their bed to offer a plate full of cookies to the Captain.

“I nabbed them from the fridge. Burt will be upset later but I figured you needed them more than him.”

The Captain wordlessly smiled. And although Mark couldn’t see it, his own face light up as their gloved hand reached out to take one.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from a helmet being lifted up slightly so the chocolate cookie could be eaten.

Mark watched, his eyes asking questions that his mouth refused to.

”Its alright.” The Captain finally spoke after swallowing a mouthful of dough and chocolate. “You can ask.”

“Why do you let Mack do that to you.” Mark sighed, cocking his head to the side and throwing slightly. They resisted the urge to crack a smile, thinking about how he looked like a puppy right now.

”To be honest it’s not me he’s trying to upset. It’s you Mark.” They stated, pausing to take another bite while the engineer across them processed their words.

”Me?”

”Yes Mark.” The Captain finished their treat with one more bite, now turning fully and sitting up straight to properly look at him.

”He knows that you have a certain amount of—respect, shall we say—for me. And Mack finds it enjoyable to push your buttons through constantly commentating and voicing his opinion about things I do.”

”But why-“

”Don’t ask me. I would know just about as much as you do on that matter.” They sighed.

“And before you remind me that I have the authority to throw him off this ship, much less demote him to a lower status, let me remind you that I know that.”

The Captain let a beat of silence wash over them, allowing their hand to creep up to Marks shoulder and place a reassuring squeeze on it. If they weren’t having the conversation they were now with him, they would have made a teasing remark about the way his face flushed at their touch.

”But I believe everyone deserves second chances. Sometimes even a third fourth or fifth. You of all people should know that, Mark.”

He swallowed as the hidden message made its home in his brain, adams apple bobbing as the memory of a certain warp core.

“Understood, Captain.”

They gave one more squeeze to his shoulder before wrapping their arms around Mark, bringing him in for a soft hug.

They both melted into it, Marks giddy love-struck expression a stark and beautiful contrast to the Captains hidden yet greatful one.

The embrace was only broken at the sound of the computer speaking from overhead.

Captain, Burt and Celci are at the door. They have informed me that they wish to check on you. It seems as if Burt is hiding something poorly behind his back, appearing to be a mug titled Number One Captain. Should I let them in?

The Captain laughed softly as Mark grumbled under his breath about ‘stupid Celci’ ruining his time with the Captain. But nonetheless the doors to their quarters opened, allowing two more people to enter the room.

Almost how a warm feeling entered their heart.

[astonmartinii]

Hi, love your work. Could you please write a Lando Norris x engineer!reader thank you 🥰

team bonding | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x engineer!reader

people start to notice the chemistry between lando and his race engineer

yourusername

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yourusername: life between races ✨

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lilaclando part time race enginner full time mother

landonorris so where was my karaoke invite?

yourusername you'd really come all the way from monaco to do karaoke with my uni friends ???

landonorris duh

mclarenlover he's so in love you can't tell me otherwise

oscarpiastri the real question is what song did you sing?

yourusername man i feel like a women obviously

oscarpiastri taste as always

landonorris

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landonorris: what happens at the monaco after party stays at the monaco after party

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babynorris i did not know lando was friends with mick and este but i am living for this

estebanocon the best nights are the ones you don't remember

mickschumacher where is dj lando?

lando4ever are we all just collectively ignoring the girl in the last slide?

leclerc16x call me delusional but that looks like his race engineer

landonorizzzzz ur delusional (i hope you're right)

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f1wagsupdates: in his most recent post lando norris included a picture of a girl many believe to be his race engineer y/n y/ln. she's worked with lando for just over a year and are a beloved duo in f1, with their radio conversations being a huge source of entertainment. what do you think of this potential couple: cute or unprofessional?

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babygirllando i think it would be cute... i mean we've all heard the radios... the one when lando crashed... she was so stressed

maxyverstappen i mean that's kinda her job?

kittyrussell as much as i would love this couple, they work together like HR violation ???

norrisszn maybe the issue here is y'all assuming everything all the time ? they're clearly friends? i didn't know you couldn't party with your friends

LN4 literally people assume shit every time and cause the issues

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f1: lando norris is back on the podium in austria after some quick thinking from his race engineer y/n y/ln helped the brit undercut the alpines to take third!

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landonorris your fave duo tearing it up

yourusername we slayed 💅

glitterlando I DON'T CARE WHAT THAT RAT STEINER SAYS THEY’RE CUTE AND PROFESSIONAL

planetdannyric this is what you get steiner - double haas dnf and y/n being a big component of lando's podium KARMA

danielricciardo team work makes the dream work !! happy for you two 🏆

hugsforlando danny being a landoy/n shipper so true of him

landonorris

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landonorris: after the last couple weeks, y/n has been subject to the most ridiculous and disgusting ridicule from people from within our own sport. y/n y/ln is one of the most talented individuals in f1 and i am forever grateful that she is on my team! i think we all saw how important she is to my success, so appreciation post for my rock! x

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howdyricciardo god they are so cute whether they're a couple or just friends

yourusername awwww thank you lando i don't care what they say we continue to slay

landonorris lets fucking go

flowersforlando i need this couple to happen fuck steiner

smoooooothoperator no cause power couple for real

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yourusername: don't let any man tell you that you can't do it

p.s. slagging off your drivers in your book and on national television is more unprofessional than anything i could ever do

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mickschumacher ❤️

danielricciardo as the children say - mother

landonorris forever proud of you y/n

yourusername thank you landinho

maxverstappen1 let's gooooooooo

carlossainz55 tell them !!

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landonorris: what if i told you i don't care, our team chemistry is unmatched

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yourusername not exactly how i thought we were going to do this but i love you silly ❤️

landonorris i love you more

danielricciardo so it is true !!! was about to ask you if you finally grew some balls and asked

landonorris dude don't out me on main

lewishamilton so so happy for you guys !!

yoursricciardo omg parents

lovelylando they make me believe in love for real

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yourusername: i'd take all the shit in the world to stay with you ❤️

p.s. let's get that win baby

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violetleclerc i will be seated for lando's maiden win and y/n excellence

landonorris i love you so much (and the win is coming, i can feel it)

yourusername you'll get what you deserve in due time

maxverstappen1 does the camera man not get a shout out?

yourusername thank you for being our personal photographer, not my fault you tackle my phone out of my hands whenever i try to take a pic of you :/

note: hope you enjoyed, i'm finally getting through the requests !! xx

[buckybarnesthehotshot]

gonna write both these requests, but what do you guys want to see first? 

carlos sainz x race enginner! reader or carlos sainz x childhood friend! reader

[coffinflop]

kieren for the playlist ! you can add ephrem is you want to add more songs :)

you are a MIND READER bc i almost asked ppl to send me longer words bc i love it so much lol

kalahari down - orville peck

it hurts - graveyard club

everything now - arcade fire

rookie - red velvet

eclipse - moonbyul

nowhere fast - fire inc / streets of fire

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encore - julien loko / dracula, l’amour plus fort que la mort

polar bear - king charles

honeybee - steam powered giraffe

ring x ring - billlie

enginn latur í latabæ - the fucking. lazytown stage show i swear to god it’s a good song tho also magnus scheving was so hot in the 90s

my light, maria - pale young gentlemen

playlist

[wintersxsoul]

Ancient Love (4)

Summary: Loki never thought he would fall in love with a mortal, but much less that he would lose you as fast as he did. But…did he really lose you?

Pairing: Loki x Female Viking!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k 

Warnings: None i think

A/N: So this is where i wrap this up. I hope this has the ending you expected and enjoy <3

Loki sat in the black leather couch of the waiting room, scanning the place in awe. The person that owned that part of the floor had an exquisite taste, he would even venture to say they had a regal and unique taste. Tony Stark was an eccentric and so was everything he owned, but this place felt different. The floors were of a rare white marble, the walls were painted in a very subtle grey decorated with paintings. The room had a really familiar smell but he couldn’t quite place it, it was a mix of sandalwood and jasmine he thought. The soft piano music that was playing lulled his nerves, letting his mind run free for a second and regretting it immediately.

Loki knew therapy was a good idea to help him deal with his traumas, but he also wasn’t sure about it at all, since he had centuries of pent up emotions. The fact that someone was going to look inside his mind, again, trying to manipulate him even if it was positively, terrified him. He looked at his shaky hands and sighed heavily, throwing his head back closing his eyes but he gathered himself rapidly, standing up and straightening his clothes. He placed his hands on his back, clasping them together trying to make them stop shaking, and paced around the room studying the paintings. The landscapes were mesmerizing, painted with such a delicate stroke and impeccable technique, the painter surely poured a lot of emotions to the works of art. He had never been to this part of the tower since it was the medical bay, and he could cure his exterior wounds himself, so he didn’t know who the therapist was, also Tony told him that they moved in recently. He moved closer to the office door, noticing himself in the mirror reflection, a tired face stared back at him. He was wearing high waisted grey jeans with a black turtleneck, his hair pulled back in a braid and his converse.

Loki’s head snapped towards the door when the knob clicked, his eyes averting whoever was standing there.

“You are next, right?” A low feminine voice spoke to him, one of the agent’s that the Avengers were training. He nodded and walked past her, entering the cozy room. It had large windows, white walls and burgundy carpeted floor. The desk and the rest of the furniture were white, giving the space a relaxed vibe.

On top of the desk there were a few files, notebooks and a mug full with pens of all colors and sizes. Something inside him flipped when he saw the name on the thin golden plate. Amarantha Enginn. She was looking for a book on a shelf, too focused to notice Loki at all. He looked at her, a smile forming on his lips when he realized she was wearing black cargo pants, a gun and a knife on her leg holsters and a plain black shirt tucked in. She had black short hair and what seemed to be a strong body complexion. She could strangle him in a heartbeat if he let her.

Loki cleared his throat and Amarantha turned around smiling, leaving him breathless.

“Hello, you must be the infamous Loki. I am Amarantha, nice to meet you.” She extended her hand for him to shake it, but all he could do was stare at her. Stare at you. Was it really you? You sounded, moved and were as he remembered but this couldn’t be possible. You had died.

“Excuse me, I can’t.” Loki said turning around, leaving you confused and alone on your office.

-

“Is this some kind of twisted joke, brother?” Loki barged in Thor’s room, startling the thunderer and Steve, who was discussing something with him right before Loki entered. Agitated and wounded, he approached Thor already carrying his two daggers ready to stab his brother, again.

“Woah woah woah, what’s going on Loki?” Steve stepped in between Loki and Thor, his hands up in surrender. Loki hid his knives and fell to the floor, his aching heart weightning him down, his emotions drowning him.

“She...how? Her memory?” Loki started saying between sobs, the two blondes looking at each other confused and worried.

“Loki, what’s going on?” Thor kneeled in front of his brother, trying to stay calmed but failing miserably, not knowing what to say or do to ease Loki’s pain. He had never seen his like this, not even when Frigga died. Steve silently left the room, leaving the two Asgardians some space and trying to find out what had happened.

Once he was in his room, he asked FRIDAY to show footage of Loki’s doings in the past few hours. Steve couldn’t find nothing strange in the god’s behavior, he could see the nervousness before his appointment with Amarantha. He frowned when he saw Loki runnin out of the office. What the hell happened in one minute for him to be so afflicted? Steve needed answers to help his friend, so he made his way to the medical bay.

Two knocks and she already knew who it was. She answered with her usual sweet tone of voice and smiled when she saw Steve.

“Your appointment is next week, is everything alright? Is Bucky okay?” Steve smiled back at her, his heart swelling at the honest concern she always showed for the super soldier couple.

“Everything’s perfect between Buck and I. I just need to ask some questions, Mara.”

“Go ahead then, honey.”

Steve explain what he had witnessed and she explained what had happened. Everyone knew she was kinda immortal, so they both thought that maybe Loki must’ve encountered her at some point in their lives and that’s why he freaked out.

“It’s her Thor, I promise on mother’s name. Amarantha is Y/n.” Thor didn’t know what was going on, but he knew something was up since Loki brought up your name, the forbidden name. He knew all the story of how his brother fell in love with a mortal, how they lived happy surrounded just by nature and how she was ripped off Loki so soon. Everything clicked at that moment. Only Odin could grant immortality and it was not a secret that Mara was as old as the two gods. Could his father really do that? Break Loki’s heart without a purpose?

But, oh boy, everything the Allfather did had a purpose and a meaning, a reason to be. He remembers well how he treated Jane when he took her to Asgard, the way he spoke about her and how disappointed he was that his son fell in love with a mortal. Jane was not the problem, it was history repeating itself.

Thor stood up and helped Loki stand as well, holding his hand to drag him out of the room and onto the medical bay so they could finally solve all this mess.

To say Loki was an emotional mess the moment he saw you again was an understatement. The heartache he felt was indescriptible, all the centuries of longing and missing you almost forgotten.

“So, I think we need you two to sort things out, because this will be chaotic if it’s not taken care of.” And like that, Steve and Thor left you and Loki alone with whatever the issue was.

Loki approached you slowly and asked you in a low tone if you remembered him, but you shook your head, answering a no, a strong wave of sadness washing over Loki’s features. He was sitting down in the small sofa you had in your office and you sat next to him, trying to bring some comfort to the man that claimed to know you.

“You need to remember, please. I need you to remember.” He begged you, hot tears running down his cheeks. You ignored the strong feeling of familiarity and comfort you felt at the exact moment his hand brushed against yours, but your mind had other plans.

Suddenly, images of you ran wild through your mind, flashbacks of that beautiful lake you painted over and over again when you couldn’t sleep, the feeling of soft lips against yours, a smooth laughter, a cackling fire. Everything started to piece together in your mind, the shattered dreams you’ve had for centuries were memories of your human life, memories of a brighter time.

You looked at your hands and held Loki’s, you filled your lungs with as much air as you could and exhaled. You were shuddering and crying, finally you could understand a lot of things. Your obsession with people’s psyches was because you couldn’t understand your own, you always felt incomplete and now you understood why. You finally knew who you were, your family, your origins, your first and only love.

“Y/n?” Loki broke the silence whispering your name like it was a prayer, but scared to face the fact that you may never recognize him.

“I loved you.” You simply answered, your eyes still fixed on your intertwined fingers. “I still do.” You finally gathered the courage to look at him and the intensity of his gaze, the pure, raw love and adoration that his green eyes held just for you was magnetizing. You let go of his hand to place yours on his cheek, caressing the cold familiar skin. For you it was like time hadn’t passed but for him, for him it was centuries of pain and mourning your empty casket. You leaned in and placed your lips tentatively on his, savouring every moment. How your lips just fit perfectly together, how your body reacted to his touch and his to yours. Everything else could wait, every explanation, every reason, all could wait.

After centuries, two ancient souls found themselves once again, reviving their ancient love.

[supernova41st]

Scent 🕯️

Tf2 mercs scents

A/n: I was gonna say something about Medic shaving but then I got flash banged by that one picture of him with the hairy chest.

Scout

He took the term “cologne king” and ran with it.

He puts on like 10 sprays of cologne every morning guys it’s bad

Tries to cover his sleep stank with cologne every morning but it’s very much there

He does use deodorant because he’s not THAT stinky (tho spy is the one who forces him to wear it)

“Scout, did you put on your axe this morning?”

“ughhhh I don’t wanna 😒”

Uses 2 in one because he’s lazy asf. He’ll only use the good stuff if it’s from spy.

He doesn’t rlly care for face care, he uses the same bar of soap he uses to wash his ass and it works fine surprisingly

His rooms smells kinda musky but it’s subtle,it mostly comes from his mattress that he’s been using since childhood (which he barely fits on)

Heavy

Have you’ve ever been inside the car of a guy who works out frequently? Yeah

He smells musky asf, he does sweat a lot so it makes sense!

He has a subtle Cinnamon smell to him, no one knows if it’s from something he uses or if it’s natural

If you ever give him a hug god rest your soul cuz all your gonna be huffing in that day is his scent.

Def uses Dr squatch deodorant cuz he’s classy like that. Wont use cologne unless it’s a gift from someone

Spy

You’ll never catch this man being stinky, EVER.

He uses the good shit, Le Male Elixir, showers every night, and every now and then has a Smokey scent to him.

Scout begs and begs for his cologne but he’s a gatekeeping king so he won’t budge.

“SPY PLEASE JUST GIMME THE NAME”

“Absolutely not.”

“CMON-SPY WHAT ARE THE TOP NOTES? WHERE DO YOU NORMALLY SHOP??”

His shampoo has no scent + he doesn’t really care for buying the expensive stuff cuz his hair is always covered anyways.

His skincare is pretty good, uses face wash serum and moisturizer. No anti-aging stuff tho, he personally thinks aging is a privilege.

Pyro

If you can smell these two photos, you’re smelling pyro

Medic

He just smells like a hospital, but when finishing a mission he smells like straight blood.

His hospital smell mostly comes from the latex gloves he has to wear, the blood smell is from surgery’s or brutally killing enemies. (Obv)

Definitely doesn’t mind getting blood on him, so if you complain about the smell to him he’ll shrug it off.

Cologne wise he’d use something minty, he’d only ever use it when going somewhere fancy. Other than that he sees no use for cologne.

He’s quite high maintenance, so he never stinks nor does he necessarily smell good. He just smells like.. medic.

Demoman

You’ve ever took a whiff of milk to check if it’s expired? Yeah.

Sorry but he does not gaf, there’s a puke stain on his shirt from like a week ago + he uses pretty cheap cologne.

Def uses Irish spring cuz I said so, it fits him.

Would have a sleep stink but getting a sleep stink would come from a bed, lord knows he’ll make it to his bed before passing out drunk.

He doesn’t shave, he uses child safe scissors to cut his beard 😭 someone help him.

Engineer

ITS BAD.

but it’s also like, hot?

He had that garage workshop scent, he’s also sweaty cuz of course he is. For god sakes he’s in his 50s and doing garage work he shouldn’t be doing that he should be sitting down and having a fucking glass of water.

No cologne for him, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, that being all the sweat he collects from making shit he probably shouldn’t be making !!

Showers at night cuz that’s when he gets all the sweat off, he takes those piping hot showers that would burn off a normal persons skin off.

Sniper

He hangs around piss jars all day, I’ll let you do the rest.

No sleep, no cologne, just him. He just smells like rain and spoiled milk.

His camper van smell interesting to say the least, it’s not necessarily clean so it just smells like straight coffee, not the good kind.

He’s not that musty! He is quite hygienic.. in a way

He had a skincare routine, and spends half and hour in the shower cuz he ends up dozing off after a while <//3

He does NOT play about that skincare routine btw, if he sees a pimple he’s tracking down what he used to cause it.

Once he does he’ll use it as target practice lol

Soldier

This guy smells like 1000 things at once.

If you took a whiff of him he’d smell like straight dirt at first, but then it somehow transfers to a wet dog kind of smell, with a hint of oil.

*need a cologne of that

If you offer him deodorant/cologne he’ll deny it. He says that the way he smells is how god intended

His helmet smells FOULL, if you take the tiniest sniff you’re gonna pass out.

[supernova41st]

Can I request tf2 mercs with a reader who is literally the Embodiment of >:3, like reader will hide spy's knife in a different mercs room, leave a singular finger mark on heavy's weapon, replace demoman's skrumpy with coffee, ect ect. Basically reader is a little sh!t and loves to tease the mercs (the reader is basically a cat who's only Purpose is to make the mercs have tiny Inconveniences on the daily)

So unkawaii of you.. 🍡

Tf2 x reader

A/n: hi g🍅🍅🍅🍅 owww stop it 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅stop pls🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅a🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅I just wanted to🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅say h🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅i🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅im sorryr🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅stopitp🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅ls

Warnings: Piss drinking, ‘I’m a minor’

They’re all this close 🤏 to executing you. Can you blame them? You’re a menace!!

Your antics were first just “you so crazy girl!!!” To “you’re fucking insane.”

You do the absolute most, you can’t just touch heavy’s gun and leave it at that! You have to grab a bunch of Lisa Frank stickers and decorate poor Sasha

“Holy fuck y/n what the hell did you do..”

“What? It looks better.”

Once heavy entered battle he noticed people snickering at him, that was when he noticed all the cute stickers on Sasha

Yeah you’re as good as dead

They will never let you near a phone again, once scouts MOM called the base and you just happen to be right next to it..

“Hello?”

“Hi!! I’m Jeremy’s mom just calling to see if he’s doing okay”

“No he died sorry” click

2hours later

“WHO THE FUCK TOLD MY MA I DIED??”

Sometimes the beef at the base isn’t about you, so you have to make it about you

‘a bunch of screaming’

“AHHHHHHH”

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU SCREAMIN’ FOR?”

“idk I’m going to sleep”

UnSpiking beer>>>

You can replace it with coffee ORRRR, grab one of snipers jars yes we’re going there

“Y/n, you low down scallop.”

“Why are you blaming me? Snipers the one who pisses in jars!!”

The gaslighting is unreal when it comes to you, no one is safe from your manipulation

Esp on the enemy team, you’d pretend to be hurt and immediately shoot them

“Ow you broke my fucking nose asshat!!”

“Shoot uhh, hey I know I’m not supposed to do this bu-“

“Sike” 💥

Belittling the mercs is also fun, you’d randomly pinch their cheeks or scratch their ear like their some dog to really get them mad

But as soon as one lays a finger on you all hell breaks lose

“Nice job out there private!!” Back pat

“STOP TOUCHING ME, I DIDN’T GIVE CONSENT. IM A MINOR, A MINOR.”

😣..

You fuck with scouts relationships sm, imagine calling into Ms paulings phone and acting like ur his sidepiece

“Hello?”

“ARE YOU THE WHORE MY BOYFRIEND JEREMY IS HOOKING UP WITH?

“What?”

“YOU BETTER PLAN YOUR FUNERAL NOW CUZ GIRL TRUST YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH.”

Then you casually watch a scout and Pauling fight over something you started like

[supernova41st]

For my tf2 smut writers, here’s a pic you can use for an Enginner smut