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they'd have some nasty beef
#constantly defending Max#cant tell if theyd end up segging or not#jesse katsopolis#stranger things#full house#stranger things billy#billy hargrove
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f1 | i'd be the man
summary: [ drabbles ] you're the formula one driver and he's your wag. (aka the toto wolff-ification of the fast car boys)
warnings: mentions of racism and sexism
author's note: i had so much fun coming up with non-f1 jobs π i'm convinced that most of the boys would still be obsessed with f1. considering doing this for other drivers, drop some suggestions? π
β CHARLES LECLERC
Charles is a fashion designer who works for one of your sponsors. You find his designs slightly... peculiar and aren't afraid to tell him. Determined to prove you wrong about his vision, Charles volunteers to be your primary point of contact for your partnership with the fashion house.
Your meetings are contentious in the beginning, neither of you understanding the other. You leave each consultation with a throbbing migraine and a barely suppressed urge to throw something at Charles. If only he weren't so damned stubborn. (At the same time, you know that his passion for his craft is half of why you even deign to meet with him.)
A grudging respect forms between you after months of friction and endless banter about what exactly you want your sponsorship to look like. If hard-pressed, you might even call it a friendship.
Charles has been a Formula 1 fan since childhood and is secretly a fan of yours. You find out after you meet him for a design meeting after a rough race and he suddenly goes on a rant about how the driver who took you out was being ridiculous and how you deserved better. You're completely charmed and interrupt him by asking him out on a date.
He's the absolute best boyfriend that you could ever ask for, following you to all the European races and supporting you from Monaco when he can't make it. Charles delights in being able to provide a bit of stability for you in your hectic life. He puts up photos of your race wins in his studio and proudly tells all of his clients about his girlfriend and her achievements.
(You still won't listen to his fashion advice, though.)
β MAX VERSTAPPEN
Max runs the cat shelter that you adopt your cat from. You notice how cute he is the first time you meet him but you're too shy to make a move β besides, Max cherishes his quiet life and you don't know how open he would be to associating with a public figure like a Formula 1 driver. Still, he's funny and kind and you somehow keep talking.
It starts out innocuously, just pictures and updates about your new cat (because Max cares about all of the cats that he's ever taken care of, even the ones that have been adopted into good homes) and occasional behind-the-scenes updates when you find out that Max likes Formula 1.
Without realizing it, Max becomes one of your closest friends. He catsits for you when you're out of the country for races, picks you up from the airport after international races, and cheerfully beats you at sim racing whenever you have the opportunity to game together.
Max realizes that you're basically dating around a year into your friendship. You sleep at his place, in his bed, more often than not. Sassy likes you more than she likes him. You have his coffee order memorized and he knows your parents. (Your mother adores him and constantly encourages you to make a move.)
He's patient, however, and waits for you to realize your own feelings as well. Dating comes as naturally for you as your friendship did. Although Max doesn't always enjoy the media scrutiny that comes with dating a Formula 1 driver, he takes full advantage of the attention to defend you at any given chance.
In fact, you've been asked multiple times by your team principal to get your boyfriend to calm down before he offends another driver, but you wouldn't change Max for the world.
β LANDO NORRIS
Lando is a Twitch streamer with a decent following who specializes in gaming, especially e-motorsports. He gets the chance to visit your team's garage when he wins a e-sport tournament. He's an unabashed simp fan and immediately makes a fool of himself when he meets you, but you find it adorable.
(Lando swears up and down to anyone who'll listen that he didn't mean to blush and accidentally propose on the spot.)
You cheekily tell him to take you out on a date first and he surprisingly gets his act together and actually follows through. Lando is incredibly kind and clumsily charming despite his awkward exterior. You can tell that he genuinely likes spending time with you and wants to hear what you have to say.
Lando switches to Youtube and vlogging when your relationship stabilizes so he can spend more time with you. His fans β and yours β love catching glimpses of his elusive Formula 1 driver girlfriend in his videos. It's a running joke among his fans that Lando is your sugar baby, which Lando finds extremely funny and shamelessly accepts.
Eventually, both of you realize that you've found the love of your life and you start thinking about marriage. You propose to each other at the same time, on the vacation that you each planned for the other, while your mutual friends who knew about both sides die of laughter from the sidelines.
Lando insists on taking your name as well and declares that he's now officially your trophy husband.
("Get it? You get trophies from your job, which brought us together, so technically I'm a trophy now too?" "Yes, Lando, I understand double entendres perfectly well." "Ooooh French, fancy!")
β LEWIS HAMILTON
You meet Lewis in your childhood. He karts at the same track as you and you bond over the shared experience of being "other" from the other drivers. No one ever bets on either of you to be fast, to win, so you bet on each other. Lewis supports you with his entire being, even when he chooses to leave racing to chase other dreams. You dreamed of reaching Formula 1 together but Lewis, in this world, is happy cheering from the paddock.
Everyone around you is convinced that you're dating Lewis, who has become a highly successful model and philanthropist. Who else would would take time out of their insanely busy life to follow you around the world? The closeness between you doesn't help either β Lewis acts like your partner more often than not.
Despite appearances, however, Lewis is just your best friend, and it stays that way until a PR disaster with your respective relationships calls for extensive damage control. The best distraction that your media teams can come up with is that you fake-date each other: what better to appease the masses with than the ever-beloved tale of childhood friends to lovers?
The fake relationship changes something in your previously stable friendship. Suddenly, you can't stop seeing Lewis in a different light and you find yourself wishing that the romance was real. You're terrified of losing one of the most important people in your life, so you keep quiet about your true feelings for months as things calm down.
Eventually, your manager gives the all-clear to end the ruse and you end up scrambling for a reason to maintain it. By that time, Lewis has caught on to you. He stops by one night with a bottle of wine and your favorite movie. As the credits play, he leans over and kisses you softly β the first time he's kissed you out of the eye of the public.
You're lost for words and he quietly assures you that no matter what happens if you pursue a real relationship, he'll always be your Lewis.
Ten years later, happily married with a couple of championships under your belt, you couldn't be happier that you had chosen to say "hi" to the boy at the karting track.
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i just know it kills the recent barrage of daniel-hating max fans that max wants to dick him down five ways to sunday in front of the rb20 and god. based on the fact that they post more about daniel than daniel fans do, i know they see the zendaya laughing and the worldβs longest game of gay chicken that max verstappen refuses to lose. they have to constantly scroll by and see that their number one enemy has maxβs jaw unhinged, open, and waiting like a snake ready to swallow an egg. you will be calling daniel a washed terrorist while max will be in front of the camera defending him with his actual wheel knowledge and a lust in his loins that hasnβt stopped burning since daniel made a special video to congratulate him on his super license and caused a sexual awakening so intense it registered on the richter scale.
#i hope they never recover from having to invent crackpot ships to compensate for never beating the blueprint.#it brings me so much satisfaction#maxiel#*
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Can i request Lando with bookworm!reader and he constantly buys books for reader and always takes pictures of her whilst she reads and one day he like goes through her wish list and buys a bunch of books from it to surprise her
note: this is the dream, okay? okay
"Do you remember if I've bought this one before?", Lando asked Max as walked along the bookshop.
"You've bought her so many I can't remember - you posted a picture of her reading in the jpg account, maybe we can check in the shelf?", he suggested, getting his phone from his pocket and zooming in on the pictures.
"Well? Do you see it in there?", Lando asked as he tried to balance the books he was sure you didn't have yet, a little impatient because Max was taking so long.
"It's not easy to go through all the pictures! There are hundreds of them, just this week you posted what? Four pictures of her reading by the bookshelves alone, it takes time to analyse them!", Max defended himself.
"Look how pretty she is", Lando cooed as he looked at Max's phone, "whipped much?", Max teased him, "I don't care what you say, and I'm not seeing the book, so I'm getting it for her", Lando stated.
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"Let me take a picture of you and your new book, baby", Lando cooed, kissing up your thighs as you lay on the sofa. He was resting his head on your thighs, one of your hands holding a book while the other played with his hair, all while he was fiddling with his camera and sending the latest photos to his phone so he could sort through them while you read the book that had arrived yesterday in the mail.
"I have no make-up on, Lando, and I'm barely dressed", you blushed, looking at his t-shirt you were wearing along with a lacy number for your panties, "I'll keep everything covered, I don't want anyone to see what's for my eyes only", he smirked, changing the camera settings and snapping a couple of photos of his favourite view.
"Is this Y/N's letter for Santa? It's still a bit early for that", Jon chuckled as Lando asked him to hold his phone with a notes app titled "Y/N's wishlist".
"It's her wishlist for books she wants to read, and I'm surprising her when she comes home today from her work trip!", Lando smiled, "I'll put them in the basket and you'll make them off, okay?", Lando checked before he began looking for the ones he knew by heart.
"You have two books that are the same here", Jon pointed out, "no, it's not", Lando said as his trainer quirked a brow, "it's not like that, that is; this is a special edition one with pretty pages, they have doodles on them and I know she won't buy it for herself so I'm going to", he smiled.
"You'd think someone dating you would ask for expensive jewelry or bags", Jon chuckled, knowing you weren't with Lando for the money, but he couldn't help but diss at some of the relationships he had seen at the paddock over the years.
"Y/N is not like everyone else - Oh, this one is out already? This is going to be an even bugger surprise then! C'mon, Jon, there are still about ten books left to find!", Lando urged him.
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poly drivers (literally any idk they can all take me to Paris) reacting to a media personnel making a comment about readerβ¦ ππ
a moodπthank you for requesting!π«Άπ½
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βMy next question goes to the two fellas on the right.β
You pressed your lips together to try and bite back your smile as you watched Max subtly roll his eyes as he reached for his microphone.Β
It never failed to amuse you how much the boy hated media duties, even after so many years being involved with the sport. He hated it, he thought it was a waste of time, and if he could avoid it, he would.Β
Meanwhile, Charles sat next to him with a charming smile on his face. Despite his questionable acting skills, he was a performer in front of the cameras. He seemed to naturally know what people wanted to hear, what they wanted to hear from him. He seemed to have the media stuff under lock and key after so many years of having a camera shoved in his face.Β
And conferences like this oneβwhere both your boys were in one groupβwere your absolute favourite to watch. Just seeing the mere difference in the men you loved never failed to entertain you.
But as quickly as your good mood came, it quickly dropped when you heard the reporter's question.Β
βDo you think sharing the same woman has helped your relationship on track or made it worse?βΒ
Your stomach dipped as the room fell silent, only the clicking of cameras and scribbling of pens on notepads could be heard. You didnβt care about the other journalists gawking at you, or even the other drivers on the couch. Your eyes were firmly glued to your boys.
Charles was frowning, a look mixed with shock and disbelief written across his face. Your boy in red liked to see the best in people, expect the best in people. And you could actively see his brain trying to work around the question to see if he just misunderstood what the man had just asked.Β
But Max was a different story.Β
His face was stoic and the glare he sent the reporter was almost bone-chilling. You honestly expected him to storm off, or even throw something at the reporterβto act out in the way you knew he was constantly scolded about by the Red Bull PR team.Β
What you werenβt expecting was for Charles to be the first one to speak.Β
βWhat the fuck is wrong with you?βΒ
The shock and surprise was clear on everybodyβs face as Charles straightened up in his seat, his brows furrowed as he stared at the reporter in disgust. The man opened his mouth to speak, to probably defend himself, but Charles didnβt give him the chance.Β
βNo, seriously, who do you think you are?β Charles continued, his accent coming out a little thicker as he spoke. βWe are racers. This is our job. Our relationship has nothing to do with anything, and itβs disrespectful that you would even bring it up, let alone talk about our girlfriend like sheβs an object. Sheβs a human, unlike whatever you are.β
You stood there, mouth agape at the words that just came out of your boyfriendβs mouth.
However, Max almost looked proud before he lifted the microphone to his lips.
βYouβre a fucking dickhead, have fun completely ending your career,β he stated simply with a smug look on his face before he dropped the microphone, not even bothering to listen to the media managers as they scrambled to get him to sit back down as he walked out with Charles following.Β
Your cheeks burned as everyone turned to look at you, but you didnβt pay them any attention as you quickly slid out of the conference room. You barely made it three steps out the door before you felt an arm winding around your waist and tugging you towards a hard body, the smell of Charlesβ cologne hitting you seconds later.Β
βAmour,β he murmured as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you like he was scared you would disappear. βIβm sorry you had to hear that.β
βShh, itβs not your fault,β you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him, your fingers running through the hair on the nape of his neck as his body sagged against yours. βYou were quite bold in there.β
βDidnβt like the way they were talking about us,β he grumbled.
You lifted your head when you spotted Max a few steps away, the smug look still painted across his face as he reached for you, his hand placed on the small of your back.Β
βPersonally, I think that was the best conference I have ever been a part of,β Max commented with a shrug, his smile widening a little when he saw you snort.Β
βBe nice,β you chastised.
βI am,β he defended. βIt was hot.β
βIt was,β you agreed, and Charlesβ arms tightened around you.Β
βLetβs get him fired,β Charles said suddenly as he lifted his head to look at you both, trying to ignore the fact his cheeks were burning at your words.Β
βI think he did that fine on his own,β Max said.
βNo, I want him fired,β Charles frowned. βI donβt want to see him near a paddock ever again.β
βOkay, calm down,β you murmured as you ran your hands up and down his back. βLetβs just get out of here and let you cool down before you do something irrational. I think youβre on an adrenaline high.β
βI donβt like people who say things about us, about you,β Charles huffed.
You smiled as you leaned up, pressing a lingering kiss against his pouting lips. βAnd I appreciate that very much, baby.β
βOur knight in shining armour,β Max teased, only to wince a little when you pinched his side. βKidding, schatz, I love you both.β
βBetter,β you grinned before pecking his lips too. βLetβs stop by the Red Bull motorhome before we head back to the hotel, I want more of those churros.β
Max snorted. βWhatever you want.β
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hi!! i dont know if you're still taking requests but if you are, can you please do a max verstappen smau with fem reader, where reader is a huge max fan and they like end up together in the end. i love all of your work and i've probably reread most of your work!! your doing great and i hope you have a good day π«Ά
worlds biggest fan | max verstappen social media au
pairing: max verstappen x reader
y/n is the president of the official max verstappen fan club, but nothing can come of that, right?
(this'll probably just be part one so let me know if you want a part two)
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maxverstappenarchive: max took the win at monza this weekend after a late safety car. the dutchman once again showed heβs a mentality king ignoring all the boos from the tifosi. they hate what they canβt have.
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user1: max verstappen the man you are
maxverstappen1: π§‘
maxverstappenarchive: super max π
yourusername: jealousy is a disease get well soon xoxo
user2: i love how she comments like we donβt know she runs this account
user3: SHES THE ADMIN???
user4: i personally love when maxverstappenarchive gets sassy with it like the caption didnβt have to serve so hard
yourusername: someone has to defend him and itβs got to the point i no longer need to argue with people over the internet i need a GUN
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user5: we can see you by the way max
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yourusername: the library knows my face way more than it should :(
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user6: sheβs almost too cool to be the literal president of the max verstappen fan club
user7: no i need her to be this cool cause it makes us 10% cooler by association
user8: she single-handedly covers us from the embarrassment from the middle aged drunk men in the orange army
user9: sheβs so chill about the fact that victoria and max are just constantly in her likes
yourbff1: i can assure you she is not chill about it
yourbff2: like at all
yourbff1: wow i wonder who takes these lovely pictures of you at the library and conveniently only takes them when youβre not having a meltdown
yourusername: i love yewwwww xxx
yourbff1: you can repay me when you become a wag
yourusername: PLS donβt say that i shanβt abuse my position as president
yourbff1: shame
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f1: it all got a little much in the baku sprint race as george russell made contact with max verstappen on the opening lap giving the red bull damage for the entire race. the two came to blows in parc ferme with verstappen sending a number of expletives russellβs way. what do you think?
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user15: is mad max back?
user16: he never left heβs always been a big whiny baby, lewis would never
user17: no need to call russell a dickhead, crashtappen canβt handle someone actually racing him for once - just like his dad
maxverstappenarchive: max has never been a βwhiny babyβ, he may have been a little hot-headed and someone who always spoke his mind but he could never be categorised as a whiny baby. if you have such a problem with drivers calling other drivers dickheads then you should take it up with hamilton who did the exact same a few seasons ago. you simply have a problem with maxβs success which is a you problem and there is no reasonable reason for you to bring jos verstappen into this argument, it immediately invalidates your argument.
user18: period oh my
user19: she spilt so hard here
user20: ignoring whatever domestic just happened in this comment section to say that i donβt care who is in the right - i just live for the drama
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f1wagsandtea: meet y/n y/ln, the president of the max verstappen fan club. sheβs a student at UCL studying english literature and french and unapologetically defends max at all times. however people have been taking notice of how sheβs never actually been to a race and how max has been subtlety liking comments about their relationship potential. what do you think about y/n and max?
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user23: kinda creepy that she literally runs his fan club but also itβs kinda cute idk iβm having a crisis over this
user24: i need this not to happen cause iβll become so delusional and think i can pull charles
yourusername: some people are broke iβm working to go to a race but unfortunately i need food and a place to live first
user25: speaking for the broke queens i love you
maxverstappen1: itβs a bit too late to sort tickets for this weekend, but i can do dinner next week?
yourusername: time and address and im there
user26: bro the dms are there for a reason
maxverstappen1: noted
user27: why did you say that i wanted to witness max verstappens rizz :(
yourbff1: i usually hate these accounts cause yβall too nosey for your own good, but you got my bestie a date with her dream man so you get a pass just this once
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yourusername: slow weekend
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user30: she's playing it too cool i'd be a literal puddle on the floor rn
yourbff1: rest assured that she's been screaming about it for at least the last three days
maxverstappen1: π§‘
yourusername: amazing race maxy π¦
user31: she's so cool but also CAT
user32: my spidey senses are picking up cat play dates with jimmy, sassy and ... the orange one
yourusername: his name is moose
user32: not what i was expecting but seems fitting
user33: was half-expecting his name to be max
maxverstappen1: me too
yourusername: guys i'm not that bad
yourbff2: her old goldfish was named max
yourusername: STOP EMBARRASSING ME
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maxverstappenarchive: max won the belgian grand prix to take his win tally to 35 career wins! congratulations max π§‘
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user34: so like when is he legit going to be in the goat conversation?
user35: genuinely this dominance is so so impressive
maxverstappen1: see you in a couple days π§‘
user36: leave the flirting to the personal accounts verstappen
yourusername: i'm so excited you wouldn't believe
redbullracing: in max we trust
maxverstappenarchive: generational talent
user37: i know they won't but can someone livestream this date cause i wanna watch maxverstappenarchive lose her literal mind
yourusername: no mind will be lost i am a grown woman
yourbff1: sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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note: i nearly got to the photo limit so i'm gonna leave this here but i have a lot of ideas for this scenario so let me know if yall want a second part !! also hope this actually fulfilled the original request ??
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 instagram au#f1 x you#f1#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen instagram au
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F1 GRID β
MASTERLIST
β°βΊ CONTENT:
[ BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST ]
here youβll find all of my works for: 16 - 4 - 81 - 33/1 - 23 - 47 - 3 - 2βin the form of scenarios/headcanons with the link to the respective work! masterlist constantly being updated.
THE BOYS TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOUβRE SICK
lando probably gets sick while taking care of you, charles tries to cook without burning the whole kitchen down, oscar reads to you until you fall asleep, max goes crazy, alex and daniel get angry and mick wants to cry.
SPENDING CHRISTMAS WITH THE BOYS
lando goes up to santa at the mall, charles drives you around town and helps you decorate the tree, oscar and you wear ugly matching sweaters, max goes all out and might try making a gingerbread house, key word try. alex takes you to an ice rink only to bump into people, daniel and christmas in australia, mick and his pajama-photoshoot on christmas day.
ATTENDING THE ERAS TOUR WITH THE BOYS
lando wearing matching outfits with you, charles tries not to show how excited he is, oscar might like reputation a lot, max will buy the most expensive tickets, alex is definitely a swiftie thanks to you, daniel definitely cries during all too well and mick might do something during love story.
GETTING A NEW PET WITH THE BOYS
lando loves the cat more than you, charles and you adopting a little one after moving in, oscar surprising you, max and you definitely didnβt plan on adopting another cat, alex and the zoo you have at home, daniel almost crying and bringing home a guinea pig, mick and cuddling. with a dog.
JEALOUS BOYS
lando doesnβt want to know anything about the new guy you are seeing, charles is seconds away from killing your friend, oscar bottles everything up until youβre alone, max confesses something while drunk, alex doesnβt know heβs jealous, daniel ignores you and mick finds some courage.
THE BOYS DEFENDING YOU FROM ONLINE HATE
lando defends you during one of his streams, charles makes a statement about what your relationship means to him, oscar posts a controversial tweet, again. max replies to every hate comment he sees, alex is obsessed with you and he shows it, daniel just needs a song, a phone and his guitar, and mick writes some beautiful poetry.
GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH THE BOYS
lando and you have a little bit of fun in his driverβs room, an innocent task turns heated between charles and you, being in oscarβs childhood bedroom makes you feel and do things, max canβt keep his hands off of you at the FIA gala, alex sneaks inside the changing room, daniel and you hide in the airplane bathroom, mick canβt get enough of you even at the club, you spend seven minutes in the closet with logan thanks to a dare and lance makes sure youβre alone in his parentβs house.
MAKEUP SHOPPING WITH THE BOYS
lando doesnβt really likes to go shopping but for you heβll do anything, charles is always asking if you need anything when you go out shopping together, oscar will follow you anywhere, max would give you the world if he could, alex and you have a monthly date to go shopping, daniel likes spoiling you, mick knows your favorite brand, you donβt even have to ask him and logan doesnβt know anything but heβs willing to learn.
THE BOYS MEETING YOUR PARENTS
lando looks like heβs about to meet his death while charles is about to have a panic attack, oscar is a natural, max goes all out, alex doesnβt know what to do, daniel is your momβs favorite, mick prepares with flashcards and logan is a mess.
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Eddie and Steve try dating in secret but the kids keep interrupting their date nights or are just always around.
Dustin keeps crashing movie night and insists on sitting between them.
Lucas interrupts their dinner to plot how heβs going to win Max back.
Max bangs on Eddieβs trailer in the middle of the night because she wants to show them something cool El can do. (Eddie and Steve struggle to put their clothes back on in record time).
Mike constantly hovers around Eddie whenever he gets the chance, and Will tags along. Mike constantly complains about Steve being there, but Will defends Steve. (Mike and Will refuse to admit they have small crushes on Eddie and Steve respectively).
When they all show up on their one month anniversary (which Steve and Eddie have both put a lot of thought into and even asked Robin and Nancy to keep the kids away), Steve finally breaks. He tells everyone that theyβre dating, and Eddie shyly puts his hair in front of his mouth, so happy that Steve finally told everyone.
Max yells, βFinally! Next up is Robin and Nancy!β
All the kids leave at once to likely disturb the other not so secret couple.
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Iβm sorry but Formula 1 media drives me insane!
If Max didnβt DNF in Australia, he would be leading the World Championship. If Charles had functioning brakes in Bahrain, he would be leading the World Championship.
See how these hypotheticals work?
The narratives surrounded the Australian Grand Prix are slowly making me lose my mind. Did Carlos have a commendable drive? Yes. Was his win due to luck more than anything (simply because no one is getting ahead of Max if he doesnβt have mechanical issues)? Yes!
Carlos won because, for the first time in nearly two seasons, Max had a DNF. Itβs really that simple.
The difference in how media treats Carlos versus Charles simply does not make any sense to me. A lucky P1 for Carlos and fans and pundits alike are saying that he is better than Charles and that Ferrari is keeping the wrong driver.
I canβt deal with it anymore!
How are these same people content to pretend that Charles didnβt have major brake issues in Bahrain that rendered his car all but undriveable? That him being able to finish P4 was a miracle in itself. How do seven straight front row starts get ignored or dismissed as unimportant because Charles didnβt manage to convert them to wins β¦ when the Australian Grand Prix clearly showed the importance of starting the position?
The only difference, as luck would have it, the one race that Max has mechanical issues is also the one race that Charles had issues with the car in qualifying and had to start on the second row instead.
Sometimes I wish that Charles had a national media to defend him and have his back like all the other drivers do because the double standards that he constantly has to deal with are making me lose my mind.
It truly feels like some of these people donβt bother to actually watch races or take context into consideration and just go purely off of the standings.
Charles Leclerc deserves better.
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I See Your Beauty
Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!reader
Genre: a little angst mixed with fluff and comfort
Summary: the youngest Verstappen is forced to do life without her vision. Thinking she might not be able fully experience her life due to the remarks of her father, she concedes that finding love is unlikely. Until she runs into Charles who helps her believe she doesnβt need her eyesight to be loved.
Warnings: Jos is his own warning now. Talks of disability and reader having an accident. Talks and depictions of verbal and physical abuse.
Request: nope this is self-indulgent. However, I am taking requests for Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, and Daniel.
Notes: written in third person. Also, this fic deals with disabilities, particularly blindness. I myself am blind though I still have some vision left, which is mainly what Iβm basing this off of. Please remember that blindness is a spectrum like many other disabilities. It is defined really by a loss of vision that canβt be corrected. Iβm open to answering questions about it if yβall have any. My inbox and asks are always open :)
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The youngest of the Verstappenβs very close with her brother, Max. The two are barely a year apart so it makes sense. Though they get in each others nerves often as well. Victoria doing her best as the oldest to settle arguments between the two.
Jos decided that two children in racing gives him better odd then just one. Electing to have both start karting at an early age.
They liked racing together. Getting used to being each others rocks when their father was harsher then necessary. It became routine for the two to defend each other.
Then everything changed.
The two were moving up through the ranks. Competing harder then ever to make your dad proud.
The accident wasnβt her fault. A consequence of her father from trying to build a faster car and not having test run it.
The engine exploded during the race. Every one of her senses ranged useless as she tried to react.
Ears ringing.
Smoke from the fire burning in her nose.
Blood from whatever hitting her knocking her teeth into her lip.
Heat nipping at her skin.
Lack of sight making her steering erratic.
Max had immediately rushed to aid his sister. Their father only staring in disappointment. He became resentful of his father that day.
The ambulance arrived and took you away. Max begged to go with but Jos ignored his request, telling him he needed help cleaning up his youngest daughter mess.
After hours the finally arrived back home. The other two Verstappenβs confused why the youngest was nowhere to be found. Max finally broke down in tears, much to his father dislike, and clutched Victoria for comfort. Telling her everything that had happened.
While three of them went to the hospital to find you, the fourth sat wallowing in disgrace at the display from his children today. He couldnβt admit heβd made a mistake. One that might have cost him a child.
Meanwhile the youngest was out of surgery. Continually crying for her family. The nurses had tried to reach her father who had given the medics his cell number, but they had yet to hear from him.
When her family arrived she tried her best to make out their faces. The sparks from the engine had been so bright that they burned her retinas. The combination of the fire doing permanent damage. The impact of the engine had knocked her helmet almost all the way off and she instinctively pushed it away to try and see again. The protection of the visor gone.
The three siblings cuddled together in her hospital bed. The youngest not fully comprehending why she couldnβt see. The lights were too bright. She was squinting to make out the small details.
Things didnβt improve after that. Jos became angry towards her. Constantly reminding the girl of what happened, what she did wrong, and how if she hadnβt messed up she might have been successful.
Regardless, she listened to him berate her at everyone of Maxβs races. He stopped commenting about Max when she was within earshot. Mostly because she told him off every time he insulted her brother. Jos already deemed her the disappointment of the family, standing up for Max couldnβt possibly make things worse.
Max had also gotten more protective of his sister. Having been the one to pull her away from the wreckage and cleaning up the damage made him realize he didnβt want you to get hurt again.
He made it to every doctors appointment he could. He attended as much physical therapy as you would let him. He even put on a blind fold so he could understand a bit better. He helped her learn cane skills and how to guide you himself. All in an effort to help his sister feel less alone.
He was aware she still had some eyesight lift. Mostly cloudy and bright patches dotted her eyes making it difficult to make out where things are and any specific details. She liked seeing what she could of her siblings faces though.
Max determined he was going to bring you to every race with him. The Verstappen losing all ability to drive now making things harder for her and she didnβt want to stay with her father.
Victoria had a room for her in her house and let her stay when she needed. Max always made sure there was a room for her if she wanted to travel with him. She loved how willing her sibling were to help her out. However, it left her feeling useless and vulnerable at times.
Eventually, Max helped get her a job with Redbull as a strategist. She enjoyed playing with the different data. Listening became a more essential job then seeing.
Race days were spent in the garage unnoticed in the back. Hopefully out of view of the cameras and away from her father. They saw each other often, much to her dismay. He always had something to say to her when Max wasnβt around.
It was during her downtime that she met Charles.
~
Deciding her cane was unnecessary since she knew her way around the paddock and the ground is relatively flat, she went to hunt down her brother.
Neither party was paying attention leading to them running straight into each other. She could vaguely make out the Ferrari red race suit standing in front of her. βIβm so sorry, I wasnβt paying attention.β Came the voice of Charles Leclerc. Though the two had never formally met, she had heard during interviews enough to know his voice.
βItβs alright, neither was I.β She smiled at the Monegasque. βHave you seen Max anywhere?β
He chuckles. βUnfortunately no. Are you his girlfriend?β
The question makes her laugh hysterically. βIβm his sister.β She can hear him sigh in relief at the clarification.
βThatβs better at least because I wanted to say that you are very beautiful.β The playfulness in his voice doesnβt go unnoticed. Completely taking her off guard. Sure sheβd gotten complements, but not often enough to make her used to them. The words of Jos not letting her believe them anyway. βWould it be alright if I give you my number?β
She lost all words in that moment. This had never happened before. βSure-β she manages to stutter out before handing him her phone. The screen reading out things to her so she could get to her intended destination.
βIβve never see a phone do that before.β Charles takes the phone from her and starts to put in his information.
She mentally face palms herself. Obviously he hasnβt realized sheβs blind. βActually I donβt have much of my eyesight.β She play with the bottom of her shirt. Her father having instilled in her that her blindness is something to be ashamed of.
βWait- so you are blind? That is very interesting, I would like to know more if youβre okay with it.β The curiosity in his voice rising.
She wasnβt prepared for this. Nobody asks her questions about her condition. Even Christian doesnβt touch the subject and she never brings it up in conversation. βI guess, if your really interested.β
βGreat, Iβll see you later tonight. Send me the address of where youβre staying.β His playful and flirty manner never faulted as he walked past her. Leaving the girl confused and blushing.
Little did she know that Charles had seen her around the paddock. Mostly hanging off of Maxβs arm. He assumed sheβd never notice him wave or try to get her attention. Turns out she couldnβt see him. He knows better then to assume. He blames it on the anxiety of being around her.
The youngest Verstappen finished up her duties as quick as possible. Catching a ride with her brother back to the hotel. He has learned to read her though and immediately noticed something was different. βWhatβs going on with you? You seem very smiley today.β He laughs.
βI canβt tell you because youβll hate me.β She did her best not to appear nervous but was ultimately failing. Her hands fiddling in her lap.
βI could never hate you.β
βPromise?β
βPromise.β
She glances over at him. Eyes planted on the road. His calm demeanor putting her at ease. βCharles Leclerc asked me on a date tonight.β
Max begins laughing hysterically. His once smooth driving now a bit jerky from his sudden movements. βYou thought I would hate you because of a date?β
She stutters a bit. βWell- arenβt you two rivals?β She manages. His laughing throwing her emotions all over the place.
βSure, on the track. Off the track we are still friends and I trust him.β He explains. Relief floods through her body at his words. Her confidence in the situation going up a little.
She can feel the smug look on Maxβs face. βDo you want help getting ready?β
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The two siblings spent over an hour playing dress up. Max eventually having to video call Victoria and ask her opinion. The two trying to make their sister feel like she owns the world.
Dressing is less tricky then make-up. Sometimes she didnβt feel like it was worth the struggle and didnβt put it on. Some day she had to call Victoria to make sure everything looked right. If there was good lighting she was typically fine, but tonight was not one of those nights.
Growing up between two sisters, Max had learned a decent amount about make-up. He even enjoyed getting to do it on his sisters if they would let him. The almost squeal he let our when his sister asked for help was both hilarious and ridiculous. Immediately setting things up on the bathroom counter and going to work.
Max could tell his sister was anxious. Their father having scared away any of your potential boyfriends. Even going as far as to tell they that she is diseased. One of the worst things about having Jos around the garage, is that youβre left with him.
Though Max has stepped in many time and even lectured his father about his word choices, he never let up on any of the Verstappen children. All of them getting some aspect of their fatherβs insecurity thrown back at them like itβs their fault.
When he was done, Max tried to sooth your nerves. βDad isnβt around. Heβs in his own hotel room. Go have fun.β
And thatβs exactly what she did.
The conversation between her and Charles flowed. He asked questions that werenβt invasive and was respectful if she didnβt want to answer. He made her laugh ridiculously hard.
So they kept doing it. She had to follow Redbull for work which made things easier in the two. Finding down time to meet up or celebrating together after races.
After the season was over, the two went on a holiday together.
Charles spent a good amount of time learning from her (and in turn Max) how to guide if the need ever arose.
Charles was so gentle with her. Always letting her know if there was something unexpected around. Telling her who was in the room.
If felt like a dream. One she never wanted to wake up from. Charles had assured her multiple times that she wasnβt dreaming and that their love is very real.
But alas, Jos likes to make things difficult.
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A few races into the new season, Charles still had yet to formally meet Jos and the Verstappen siblings intended on keeping it that way. It wasnβt secret. Everyone in the paddock know the two were dating. Jos just hadnβt had the chance to talk to him yet.
Sheβd mentioned her childhood a few times but could never get out the full extent of what happened. Charles thankfully is patient with her and lets her take her time. He knows Josβ reputation. Her childhood couldnβt have been the most amazing with him around.
This particular race, she was forced into close proximity with him. There had been a mistake during a pit stop for Max which made him lose some positions. Ending the race in fifth. To her it isnβt bad at all, but to the angry Dutchman unleashing his fury on everything, it most certainly is.
Sensing his rising anger, she had pulled her father into a more secluded area. Hoping that Max wouldnβt come back to the garage for awhile. At least not before she could talk some sense into their father.
She said nothing as strings of curse words left his lips. Only waiting for him to run out of breath.
βDid you see how he got lazy? He wouldβve finished higher after the idiots didnβt do their jobs if he had put in more effort.β
βMax put in all his effort and you know it.β She scoffs. Arms folded over her chest. This is nothing new to her.
βLike you have any room to talk.β He snaps back. Her head now sagging, knowing his anger is now finding a new direction.
Charles, on the other hand, had been looking for her. Itβs his first win of the season and she is nowhere to be found. Max ran up to him as the podium celebration ended. Patting him on the back for his well earned win.
βHave you seen your sister anywhere, mate?β He asked the Dutch.
Max ponders for a moment. βShe might still be in the garage debriefing after what happened.β He replies. βI can walk you over if you want.β
The two drivers made their way to the Redbull garage to find most of those who would normally be inside, standing outside in a huddle. βWhat the hell is happening?β Max shouts over to Christian as the two approach him.
βI was just about to go find you.β Christian sighs in exasperation. βCan I call security on your father? He hasnβt stopped shouting since the race finished up.β
Charles and Max exchanged glances. The young womanβs absence now making more sense. βIβll try and talk him down.β Stated Max before weaving his way through the sea of Redbull shirts. Charles following close behind.
Before the two could get further away, Christian yelled out to them. βGood luck, your sister has been trying!β The statement make the two move faster.
Charles could feel his emotions bubbling as the shouting got louder. As him and Max turn the corner, he immediately spots who heβd been looking for. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she felt around the floor looking for something.
Max steps in between her and the angry Dutch, shouting back and forth in their native tongue. Charles tries to spot what sheβs feeling for. Scanning the ground until he spots her phone. The entire thing shattered. Small pieces of glass just barely reflecting the light. Heβs down by her side in an instant.
βLove, itβs Charles, max is here also, Iβm going to get you out of here okay?β
Her body turns towards Charles. Itβs then he notices the specks of blood dotting her hands from feeling around the glass and a deep purple bruise forming on her forehead.
Sheβs struggling to breath now. Listening to the angry shouts. The pain in her head and the bright fluorescents not helping her see anything. She back in the crash.
Her father had spend from the end of the race until now laying into her. She had successfully defended Max and thought she was prepared to take the brunt of it. Until he snatch her phone and threw it at her. It hit her head so hard she was in the ground in seconds. Trying to feel her way around to where it might have gone so she could call Max.
The words were so familiar to her. The ones she heard in her nightmares when she was once again surrounded by smoke and bright lights stealing away her vision.
βI donβt want to crash again Charles. Itβs to hot. It hurts too much. I canβt see anything.β She tried to search for him but ended up with more glass in her palm. The tears only thickening.
βStay put, okay? Iβm going to help Max and then Iβll be right back.β He didnβt want to leave her on the floor. She looked like a child, and so did Max in this moment. The two getting their fathers wrath with no end in sight.
Charles sprints back to Christian, yelling at him to call security, then sprints back to Max.
βMr. Verstappen I think you are out of line here.β Says the monegasque. Signaling Max to stay with you. He didnβt move at first but it was obvious he was getting nowhere, so he obliged. Kneeling down to help his sister calm her breathing.
Jos scoffs at Charles. βYou have no right to get in between me and my children.β Anger pooling from his features.
βI mean no disrespect sir, but youβre being an asshole.β
βAnd is she-β he jabs his finger at the girl on the floor, β-not disgusting.β Charles almost hits him but refrains from doing so knowing security will be arriving soon.
βOn the contrary, I think she is an angel.β
βSheβs diseased. She hasnβt even tried to fix her mistakes. Look at her! She just wants attention for what she did to herself!β
Now Charles doesnβt hesitate to punch him. His fist colliding with Josβ jaw, sending him stumbling into the wall.
Max took his attention off his sister, who was leaning against him, and placed it on Charles. Shock clearly evident of his features.
Jos attempted to confront Charles again, but security finally showed up and escorted Jos out of the paddock.
Charles exhales, glad the confrontation is over. βThatβs not how I imagined meeting your father for the first time.β Charles chuckles nervously.
Is doesnβt take much longer until Charles has his love safely wrapped in his arms. Whisking her away to his hotel room. Max had stayed ti make sure everything got cleaned up at the paddock. Kelly arriving shortly with Penelope in tow, ready to comfort Max.
She cried when they were finally safe inside. Pouring out to Charles about the accident and what it had caused in her life. He listened intently, doing his best to soothe the girl. Her panic still clearly evident.
Soon enough sheβd calmed. Her head laying in Charles lap while he threaded his fingers through her hair.
βIt donβt care what anyone else says. I see your beauty and it is not defined by what you canβt see.β
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Being a member of the Sully family (Youngest child version)
A/N: Female reader.
-> Requested by @itshamleth.
Part. II
Being born two years after Tuk makes you the Sully family's youngest child. Just like your siblings, you bonded with your mother and the Pandoran consciousness through the Tree of Voices instantly after your birth and developed a solid connection to Eywa and the natural world.
As the daughter of Jake, you may have inherited some human physical traits due to your father's Avatar status. One such trait could be the presence of five fingers on each hand, rather than the four fingers that are common among the Na'vi. That would maybe lead to you experiencing discrimination or prejudice due to being a hybrid of both Naβvi and human ancestry.
Just like Tuktirey, you would be bubbly and energetic, and always eager to follow your siblings on their escapades on Pandora.
You would be the spitting image of your mother, sharing her gentle and nurturing spirit, and taking care of small animals and plants that you would come across. But you would also inherit your fatherβs adventurous spirit and love for exploration.
You would have a mischievous streak, enjoying pushing boundaries and testing the limits, much to the dismay of your older siblings who often find themselves having to rescue you.
Neytiri would be a nurturing and caring mother, she would make sure to spend as much time with you as possible, playing around, teaching you things, and taking you on adventures in the forest. She would be overly protective of you, always making sure you stay safe and are not put in any unnecessary danger. Your bond with Neytiri would be very strong, with you looking up to your mother as a hero.
Your relationship with your father would be that of a doting father and his beloved daughter. Jake would always be there to support you and encourage your curious nature. You would feel deeply loved and protected by Jake. With you, he would be patient and understanding, always taking the time to listen to your thoughts and concerns. Despite his tough exterior, Jake would have a soft spot for you and do anything to make you happy.
Neteyam would be a role model for you, setting a good example and always looking after you. He would show a lot of patience towards you, thatβs why you would have a close bond with each other. You would enjoy spending time with Neteyam, following him around, and trying to imitate his actions. He would be like another dad to you.
Neteyam was sitting with you, telling you a story for you to fall asleep while Loβak sneaked up behind both of you and scared you, causing you to laugh and giggle. Neteyam scolded Loβak for his prank, but deep down he would probably be happy to see his siblings getting along.
Loβak might sometimes tease you or try not to include you in his mischievous antics, but he would fiercely defend you if anyone wanted to hurt you. He might get annoyed with you at times because of your curiosity and desire to follow him on his adventures, which he might view as a burden. He might sometimes feel envious of the attention and affection you receive from your parents. But, despite all of this, Loβak would secretly enjoy spending time with you and teaching you new things.
Kiri would be a constant companion, showing you Pandora and teaching you about the ways of the Naβvi. She would be a nurturing and protective older sister, often helping to take care of you and looking out for your well-being. You would share her strong connection to nature and animals, always looking for new creatures to add to your collection of treasured trinkets and mementos.
You would be constantly surrounded by love and support from your parents and siblings, who would always be there to protect and guide you. Everybody would know you and find you cute because you would always smile around and be happy.
Leaving your home would be a difficult ordeal for you. You would have to say goodbye to your friends, including Norm and Max, and all you had always known.
As Tuk would fly with your mother, Neteyam would offer to take you on his own ikran so you wouldnβt have to fly with Jake (Busy finding the right road). You would feel secure with him holding you close as you soared through the air. Neteyam would comfort you if you started to cry. He would also listen patiently to your stories and never complain, even if you chattered on for hours. If you would fall asleep, he would ensure youβre comfortable.
As you flew over the village of Metkayina, you would be amazed at the azure blue color of the water that bordered Awa'atlu. When the ikrans landed, Neteyam would gently carry you to the ground where you would run around by the time your parents get off their own ikrans.
Jake would call you, and your siblings, to behave and you would instantly be impressed by Tonowariβs imposing stature and tattoos. But you would also feel frightened by Ronalβs inquisitive stare from which you tried to hide against your fatherβs leg, his hand caressing your hair while he dealt with the situation.
He would push you slightly behind him, to address Ronal. Neteyam would grab you by the shoulders, pulling your back against him before holding you in his arms.
Being in your brother's arms would probably give you a little more courage than if you were alone, so you didn't hesitate to stick your tongue out at Aonung when he started criticizing your tail. He would respond to it by frowning and squinting, which would scare you slightly. But you will just have to turn your head to see Loβak rosy cheeks.
Don't forget, "The Sullys stick together!β
You would discover Awa'atlu in the company, mainly, of your sisters. Neteyam would follow Lo'ak more willingly, and Lo'ak would follow Tsireya more willingly. Itβs Tsireya who would help to bond with your own small ilu.
Because you would be with Kiri when Aonung came, sitting in the water while she admired the marine life, you would try to protect her in your own way. Pushing Aonung, Rotxo, and the others with your little hands.
You would stick your tongue out at him again after Lo'ak arrived, calling him by a stupid name such as "Bumbling oaf" or "Boogerbrain".
Turning around for you all to leave, Neteyam would reach out his hand for you to take. Before Lo'ak starts to fight. Although you saw your brothers having the upper hand, you couldn't bear to see them getting hurt. So you would approach, trying to separate them, while Kiri would try to pull you back.
And you'd end up taking a hit. They would all stop, looking at you as you started to cry, not necessarily because you were in pain but because you were scared.
This would be a way to stop the fight since Neteyam would kneel down in front of you to see if you were not injured. He would take you in his arms, not paying attention to his split lip from the blows.
Seeing Jake coming in the distance, Aonung and his comrades would run off, leaving the Sullys together. Obviously, Jake would hold you, stroking your hair while barking at Lo'ak and Neteyam for an explanation. He would take you back to your mother, who would take care of you for the rest of the day.
Tag -> @eywas-daughter
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At First Sight
Neteyamβs First Rut: Special Episode II
read chapters: one, two, three, four, five
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Characters: Neteyam Sully (18) x Human Reader (18)
Warnings: nsfw, lots of fluff, childhood friend/crush to lovers, masturbation, size difference, first time everything, foreplay, oral sex [f receiving], vibrator usage, consent king nete [you know how I like him]
Word Count: 8k π§ββοΈ
Requested: Yes || No
Authorβs Note: Thank you so much for 2000 followers, thatβs crazy :β) I love you guys, honestly.
Synopsis: The story of how it all started. Neteyam comes to confess his feelings for you, but accidentally walks in on you using a vibrator.
Intro:
Too young to be put in a Cryo chamber and sent back to Earth, you were raised by the scientists who remain loyal to the naβvi after the war with Quaritch. Despite growing up in a lab, you spent most of your childhood with your friends β Neteyam, Loβak, Kiri, and Tuk. You formed all your best childhood memories and milestones alongside them. They taught you the naβvi language, and their way of life. You did your best to keep up with them, although it proved hard in your human body.
They were always faster and stronger, not to mention bigger. Despite being the same age as them they would always tower over you, almost double your height and width. Regardless, you were determined to live the life of a naβvi, even with your tiny, frail body.
Having this exopack was bothersome, constantly getting in your way and needing to be recharged and cleaned. But it allowed you to be closer to your people, to your secret love β Neteyam. His family always saw you as the βlab kidβ, especially his mother. Neytiri always insisted that you go back to your people when you came around to visit.
Neteyam was always quick to defend you, standing up against his own parents β something that he rarely did. He never made you feel left out, pacing himself to ensure youβd never get left behind, being extra gentle during games and always making sure to carry a backup battery for your exopack. He knew how careless you were in keeping it charged. He would even steal extra of your favourite sweets from the lab when you had your monthly cycle. Youβd always had a crush on him since you were kids, but when you both got into your late-teens things became... different.
He grew much, much taller than you, always towering over you. His muscles filled out, becoming more defined as he went through the rites of passages to become a man β to become a warrior. Whilst your chest became fuller, hips wider and waist curvier. At times, youβd catch him staring at you, lingering his gaze on your chest or pelvis, burning holes through your shorts. Itβd make butterflies flutter in your stomach, giving you hope that maybe he saw you in the same way that you saw him.
You spent most nights with your hand shoved down your pyjama pants, humping your fingers to your lewd thoughts of Neteyam without his loincloth on. Oh, the things youβd do just to see what he really looked like underneath. You wanted nothing more than for him to be the one touching you, to make you feel good. At times youβd try to be bold, and make a move, holding a single finger or brushing your chest against his thigh. But he never caught on, or so it seemed.
Under the immense pressure of his parents, he couldnβt spend nearly as much time as he used to with you, but you understood and never complained. You filled your time with Kiri, becoming her best friend. She taught you everything about the flora and fauna of Pandora, and made you want to become a healer one day if you could ever get an avatar of your own.
You wanted nothing more. Well, that was a lie. You wanted Neteyam more than anything on Pandora, but youβd go to great lengths to have your own avatar β to be able to become a true naβvi. Norm and Max always teased you about you getting your own avatar when you were old enough, but you never believed them, you knew how expensive they were to create.
You had no other choice but to accept your fate as the human girl who longed for a naβvi boy, and his naβvi way of life.
Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam felt similarly from the moment he lay eyes on you. He always felt a strong need to protect his tiny, frail human. He hated nothing more than when others picked on you, and made you feel less than all because of how you looked. He never cared about any of that, you were the kindest and most adorable girl he knew. You were a treasure to be cherished β to be protected at all costs.
He knew never to act on his feelings, though. Given the whole different species thing, he quickly accepted his fate as the son of Oloβeyktan who longed for a sky person. He knew it would never be able to work, in any regard. He felt like heβd break you if he touched you. But now that heβs become a man, the desire to touch you has only grown stronger.
The moments between you and him have become tense, and awkward. Heβd keep a good distance between the two of you, yet heβd never take his eyes off you, always ensuring your safety. And in those moments β those rare moments β that the two of you were alone, the tension was off the charts. To the point where Neteyam started distancing himself from you even more, picking up more training sessions with his father and going on longer hunting trips.
It hurt you. To see the man you cared for so deeply never make the time to be around you anymore. You often confided in Kiri about this, as she was the only person who knew about your true feelings for him. She always encouraged you to be honest and open with her brother, convincing you that he had similar feelings. Even though you wanted to believe her, you couldnβt bring yourself to because of how distant and cold Neteyam had been.
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βIs Neteyam coming?β you ask Kiri, watching her hook the mask around her neck.
βNo, heβs on a hunting trip with dad. Sorry, y/n.β Kiri purses her lips before taking a swig of air.
βThatβs okay. I understand that heβs busy.β you shrug your shoulder, trying to act like it didnβt bother you that he was always caught up with something.
She rests a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that itβs nothing personal, even though she knew it was. βDonβt worry about it. Heβll come around soon, y/n.β
You nod, keeping your gaze fixed on your feet as you both make your way deeper into the lab. Loβak and Tuk follow behind Kiri, gearing up with their masks too. Kiri came to see her mom, Grace, and Loβak usually just tagged along to bother Max and Norm. Tuk never wants to be left out, following closely behind her siblings everywhere they go.
You were excited, hoping to see Neteyam so you could finally talk to him about how you felt. But he flaked yet again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
βHey mom.β Kiri hums, climbing on top of her motherβs tank, admiring her floating body.
Loβak and Tuk make their way over to Norm and Max, trying to convince them to reveal some top-secret information about what they have in development. βCβmon Norm, donβt be a wuss. Show us!β Loβak grins, giving norm a playful shove, moving him a great distance, unaware of his own strength. β...sorry, Norm.β
You find yourself thinking about Neteyam again, watching Normβs small frame next to Loβak, and how you look just like that next to him. Huffing out a sigh, you look around at your friends and realize that youβre alone. Everyoneβs got someone, except you. You could walk away, and no one would even notice.
So, you do.
Unable to deny the way you feel, as tears well in your eyes and your chest burns hot, you shuffle away quickly to your room at the end of the hallway in the lab.
Really y/n? Crying again? You scold yourself for being so sensitive.
Neteyam will never want me if Iβm this soft. You blink rapidly, clearing the tears from your eyes as you turn the knob on your door.
You were so deep in thought that you didnβt even realise youβve walked into a completely different room. Looking around, you realise that youβre in Trudyβs room, not yours. Itβs been untouched since the war; Norm couldnβt bring himself to step foot into her room, much less go through her belongings.
Being here gives you an eerie feeling, right in the pit of your stomach. Just as you were about to turn around and back out, you notice a black, open duffle bag on her bed. Inside it is some sort of object, bright and pink, in some sort of packing with a big red βXXXβ on it. Itβs hard to miss. As much as you wanted to back out of the room, you find yourself closing the door behind you before making your way over to the bag.
Curiosity got the best of you, making you take it out of the bag to inspect it further. Still brand new in its plastic packaging, the object is slightly bent, with some weird looking rubbery bits that rib around it.
βThrusting Rabbit Vibrator β Adult Toyβ.
Youβve never seen one in person, only hearing about it on shows you watched that aired in the early 2000βs. Itβs... a sex toy β a vibrator to be exact. You flip it over, searching for the instructions.
βInsert, turn on, and enjoy.β
Seems simple enough. The desire to open it, to know what it feels like grows stronger. You nibble at your bottom lip, trying to talk yourself out of your ludicrous urges. Your heart quickens, thumping violently against your ribcage. Deep down, you know what youβre doing is wrong, invading Trudyβs personal space like this, even worse that she wasnβt here to defend her space.
The sound of a doorknob rattling makes your whole body jolt. You gasp quietly, turning around and hiding the toy behind your back. Norm opens the door, jaw clenched, clearly uncomfortable to be looking in his late girlfriendβs quarters. He scans you up and down, a confused look washing over his face.
βy/n? Why are you in... Trudyβs room?β he asks, not wanting to say her name.
βSorry. I β I didnβt even realise I came in here. I was going to my room...β you babble nervously, realising that youβll have to reveal more to make it believable, β...I β uh, felt left out, and I was too caught up in my head. Sorry, Norm. I was about to leave.β you apologize again, knowing this room is off limits.
βItβs alright, kid. Sorry if I sounded upset.β He says, expression softening.
You laugh a little to lighten the mood. βNot a kid anymore, Norm.β you shoot him a smile before shuffling out beside him, walking backwards so he doesnβt see the toy behind your back.
βMy bad, y/n.β He closes the door, locking it with his key. He turns around, to see you shuffling away.
βHey. If you ever need someone to talk to, Iβm here. Alright?β he projects his voice as you walk swiftly away, heart thumping in your chest.
You quickly shift the toy to your chest as you spin around and raise a hand in the air. βAlright, Norm! Thanks!β
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You sit on your bed, staring at the bright pink object sitting on your table, already plotting how exactly youβre going to return this thing. Itβs going to be difficult, seeing that he locked the door. It would have to involve some sort of conniving plan to steal his keys whilst heβs sleeping, or something. It honestly seemed like too much, for something so... useless to him.
It wouldnβt even matter right? Heβs not going to use it... Would he even realize that itβs missing? You wonder, knowing heβll probably never step foot in that room again.
You wonβt lie, a part of you wanted to know what it feels like. Not only that, but this is probably the only time in your existence that youβd have your hands on such a thing. Youβd never ever been able to make yourself climax before, even to your lewd thoughts of Neteyam.
Maybe this would do the trick?
It dawns on you that all youβre doing is trying to convince yourself to use the damn thing. You stand up let loose a loud huff, frustrated with yourself. You pace back and forth in your room, burning a line into the floor with your feet, looking back at the stupid little toy every so often.
You stop dead in your tracks.
βFuck it.β you mumble, rushing over to the table to rip open the packaging.
Finally releasing the toy from its plastic-y restraints, you bring it close to your face to examine it.
βWhoa.β you mutter, looking at all of the little nubs and ridges on the tip of it, whilst the rest of it is like a smooth silicone.
Grabbing the packaging, you fumble with it a bit before flipping it over once again to read the instructions some more.
βClean before and after use. Charge before use. Waterproof. Use on clit or insert inside.β
You make your way over to the bathroom and wash it with soap and water before putting it to charge. Meanwhile, you take a quick shower, thinking about Neteyam the entire time to get you in the mood.
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βIs she upset with me?β Neteyam asks Kiri, concerned that heβs ultimately ruined the friendship.
βNo... I donβt know, Nete. Maybe? She can tell that youβre avoiding her at this point. Just. Go and talk to her, okay?β Kiri encourages her brother.
βTalk to her? And say what? I know we are a different species, but I have feelings for you?β he narrows his eyes, shaking his head slightly.
βYeah. Actually. Exactly that.β Kiri says, scoffing and nodding her head.
βReally?β Neteyam looks at her with a blank stare.
βYes, really. Just go.β Kiri pushes him out of the tent. βShe didnβt even tell us she was leaving... Tell her that Iβm sorry, too.β
βAgh. Alright.β Neteyam walks willingly out of the tent, making his way to the lab, eclipse in full throttle.
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You brush and braid your hair, keeping it out of your face whilst you brush your teeth. Instead of getting into your pyjamas, you opt to stay wrapped in your towel, seeing that you were going to get naked anyways.
βLetβs do this.β you try psyching yourself up, making your way over to the charging object.
You unplug it and fidget with the button. Pressing the button, it immediately lights up and starts vibrating, making a loud buzzing noise. Startled, you quickly press the button once more, turning it off and throwing it on the bed.
Heart thumping viciously in your chest, you feel the flesh between your legs begin to pulse. All sorts of emotions were coursing through you all at once β anxiety, arousal, guilt. You decide that you need to get in the right head space to do this.
You unwrap your towel, resting it on the end of your bed. Crawling on the bed, you get comfortable, propping up your back against stacked pillows and spreading your legs. The cool, crisp air blows against your naked body, making your nipples hard and body shiver.
You reach for the vibrator, allowing it to brush against your inner thigh before placing it on the softness of your plump lips. Closing your eyes, you imagine Neteyam, standing in front of you with nothing but his loincloth on. His stripes are so prominent, much like his jawline and chiselled torso. His muscular chest stood strong, just like his thick biceps and brawny core.
Waist, lean yet robust, back, broad and sturdy β he was everything a girl could dream of. Nothing less than that of a mighty warrior. You feel your clit jump at the mere thought of his torso. As you make your way down his body you chew on your bottom lip, biting back a soft moan.
Breath becoming raggedy, you press the button with a shaky finger, jolting when the overpowering vibration touches your clit. You imagine his lower half β his thick, muscular, toned thighs, coated in a thin layer of sheen from sweat. Feeling yourself heat up from your lewd thoughts, you press the humming vibrator against your clit, trying to find a good spot.
Squeezing your eyes even tighter, you melt into the sheer power of this toy, relaxing your tensed leg muscles. You make your way in between his thighs and imagine his prominent v-lines, that have scant, dark hair β musky with his natural scent β peaking over the band of his loincloth.
Chest rising and falling from your heavy pants, your leg muscles tense again as that familiar hot feeling pools in your chest β youβre getting close. You wet your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue, before parting them to allow little, soft moans to evade your mouth. You find your hips chasing your orgasm, bucking slightly against the length of the toy as you coat it in a thin layer of your wetness.
Working your way to his most vulnerable area, you imagine him hooking his thumbs underneath the band of his loincloth, gently tugging it down his hips. The more he tugs at the thin cloth, the more the thick, blue base of his cock is revealed. Your brows pinch at the sight, you wanted to know what it felt like, if you could even hold it with one hand.
The image of him brings you closer and closer, the heat pooling in your chest overflowing into the rest of your body, forming knots in the pit of your stomach. You always had a hard time with this stage, never getting past it β never making yourself cum.
βOh, Nete!β you moan, βMake me cum, please.β You quiet down to a whisper, gritting your teeth as you arch your back.
He tugs the material down to his upper thighs, exposing the little dark blue stripes on his thick, veiny member.
βF-fuck!β you squeak, your head sinking deeper into your pillow as your toes dig into the softness of the bed.
He slips the loincloth down to his knees, revealing his throbbing, veiny cock, letting it slap against his belly, leaving a little wet spot as evidence. Itβs so heavy, that even though heβs rock-hard, it rests, sheathed and hung, against his thigh.
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βThanks, Norm. I apologize again, for coming so late. I just... really need to make it up to her.β Neteyam bows his head quickly, thankful that he let him in the lab after hours.
βDonβt sweat it. She told me earlier she was feeling a little down. Just let yourself out when youβre finished talking, cool?β Norm responds, having more trust in Neteyam than the rest of them.
βI will.β Neteyam says, crouching slightly to make his way down the hallway to your door.
He looks at your door, reading the weird figures above the peep hole, β34β.
Three β four, that is hers, yes?
βOh, Nete!β he hears your faint, muffled cry.
His ears perk up, heartbeat raising.
Why is she calling for me? Is she okay?
βF-fuck!β he hears your soft groan, hushed by some sort of whirring noise.Β
Oh shit. She sounds like sheβs in pain. Maybe cramps?
Neteyam wastes not another second and bursts the door open, ready to help you in any way that he could. Instead, heβs met with the sight of you on the bed β naked β touching yourself.
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You canβt hear the doorknob rattle over the buzz of your toy, and even if you could, you were too focused on trying to experience your first orgasm. It feels so good, it really felt like you were about to explode. Your breaths become shallow, and quick as you climb and climb towards your peak. All you can focus on, is Neteyam coming closer and closer to you, cock swinging at each step.
βHoly shit.β Neteyam breathes, chest rising and falling quickly, heart thumping violently in his chest. Eyes wide, brows raised, and mouth open, he watches you for a second too long, unable to take his eyes off the carnal sight in front of him.
βShit.β You gasp, body practically curling up into a ball as you and yank the towel over your body and the toy. βWhat are you doing here?!β you shout at him, wrapping the towel around you properly as you shuffle your back against the wall.
He immediately drops his gaze, blinking repeatedly as he turns away from you, resting both hands on his forehead. βI am so sorry, y/n. I β I should have knocked. Iβm sorry, I was just... coming to talk to you about something.β He babbles, gulping down a wad of his spit.
βAbout what?! So late?!β you shout, cheeks stained red from embarrassment.
You caught a quick glimpse of the bulge in his loincloth before he turned around. Your heart is thumping even faster, even harder. You just moaned his name.
Shit. Shit. Did he hear me moan his name? Fuck. How long has he been here?
βIβm sorry I upset you. Really. I-it can wait. I will be going now. I am so sorry, y/n.β he apologizes through raggedy breaths, feeling his own arousal.
He quickly leaves the room, closing the door tightly behind him, feeling like he just invaded your privacy β big time. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his heart before walking away. You do the same, taking deep breaths to calm down and figure out what the fuck just happened.
Your hand rests on your chest, feeling the thud of your vicious heartbeats. He does the same, hand on his chest, leaning back against the door as he tries to catch his breath. He wants nothing more than to just go back in the room and tell you how he feels, especially now that he knows you think about him when you touch yourself.
Itβs the same for you, wanting so badly for him to just burst back in your room, and confess his undying love for you. But you knew that was too far-fetched, to have the eldest son of Oloβeyktan love a simple human girl like you.
Then, why was he... hard?
You stare at the door, waiting to see if itβd open once more. Neteyamβs on the other side, debating with himself whether he should go back in there and come clean. Shaking his head, he attempts to snap out of his deep thoughts β you were naked, and obviously in the middle of something intimate. If he went back in there thatβs just him invading your privacy even more. Deciding against staying, he starts making his way down the hallway.
He makes it halfway down the hallway before he stops dead in his tracks, ears perking up and expression softening.
But she said my name, right? He thinks, turning his head to look back on the β34β on your door.
βAgh.β He growls, snapping his head back down to look at his feet. βFuck it.β he turns around, storming to the door once more.
Surely, if he came all this way, at this time of night to talk to you, then it must be important. Perhaps, important enough to involve his feelings about you? Either way, itβs gone too far now. You may as well come clean yourself.
Making your way over to your door, you reach out to grab the doorknob, only to see it turn on its own. The door swings open, a gust of air blowing the loose stands of hair out of your face. Where the knob once was, is now where Neteyamβs loincloth rests, almost bursting at its seams.
Directly in your line of sight is his cross shaped ribcage, brutally rising and falling from his heavy pants. Your eyes work their way up his torso, past his muscular chest and carved collarbones, to the stripes on his neck and the flush of his cheeks. Your eyes lock with his amber eyes, searching once another in the silence.
He came back.
She was coming to get me.
You smile in unison, coming to the same realization β there was something deeper going on here.
βHi.β You breathe.
βHey.β He whispers.
βYou wanted to talk?β you ask, hand tightly grasping the overlap of your towel.
βYes.β He glances quickly at you gripping onto your towel, before looking away from your chest all together. He wants to be a gentleman about this. βDo you want to talk?β
βYes.β You say shyly, also noticing his shy demeanour.
He looks back down at you, scanning your facial expression to ensure you were being serious. He crouches under the doorframe and enters your room, walking over to the bed.
Your eyes follow his every move, his every step. βYou can sit.β You say quietly, finally shifting your gaze to your feet. βWhat did you want to talk about?β
He seats himself at the end of your bed, elbows resting on his knees and head hanging low. βI wanted to tell you something, y/n. To tell you my true feelings.β
You heart quickens once more, hearing the words youβve been dreaming to hear. Now that heβs sitting on your bed, youβre face to face. You take slow steps towards him, standing directly in front of him.
βAnd what might those be, Nete?β you ask, using two dainty fingers under his chin to have him look at you.
He stares deeply into your eyes, furrowing his brows slightly as a puzzled look grows on his face.Β
How do I even say this?
βI β I...β he stutters, relaxing his brows and swallowing his spit, βOel ngati kameieβ [I see you]. he confesses, cupping your hand on his chin with his.
You canβt fight the smile creeping on your face. Not only did he confess his romantic feelings for you, but he did it in naβvi. He sees you, not as a little human girl stuck on his planet, but as his equal β his mate.
βOel ngati kameie, βteyam.β You repeat his words, letting him know you feel the same way.
A grin plasters his face, causing his ears to perk up. He pulls you in closer by the hand, situating your tiny frame in between his meaty thighs.
βI have felt this way for some time, y/n.β he continues, inches away from your face, βSince we were kids, playing hide and seek in the trees...β he looks down at your lips, β...since I first lay eyes on you.β
Staring at his lips too, you nod, unable to respond with words.
βI do not care, if we do not βworkβ together... I cannot ignore my feelings for you anymore.β he places your hand against his warm chest, as he inches even closer to your face. βFeel it... My heart, it beats for you.β
Feeling his heartbeat against your palm, you wrap your dainty fingers around his thumb, gently tugging down your towel with your other hand to expose your cleavage. Inhaling sharply, you place his hand flat against your chest.
βMine too, Nete.β You finally whisper under your breath. βI-I feel the same. At first sight.β You mumble, now feeling his hot, short breaths against your lips.
Inexperienced lips crash into yours, hungry and eager for your reciprocation. You kiss him fervently, waiting for this moment for practically your entire existence. Bodies pressing together, feeling the warmth radiating from one anotherβs skin, you fumble with the knot of your towel. A hand stops you, keeping you from untying the loosely wrapped material around your body, he shakes his head side to side.
βAre you sure?β he breathes into your mouth between wet kisses. βI did not...β he kisses you again, β...come back for that, my loveβ.
βMhmβ you mumble into his mouth, moving his hand away to fiddle with the woven part of your towel once more. You stop and pull away suddenly, coming to the realization that maybe he doesnβt want this. βDo you...want this?β you whisper, resting your forehead against his.
He chuckles breathily, smiling wide before pulling you back in to kiss you again. βHow could I not?β he mumbles between sloppy kisses.
Smiling into his mouth, your teeth click together as you feel the pink tinge on your cheeks turn even brighter β even hotter. Breaths heavy and uneven, you feel the thud of your collective heartbeat as you allow your towel fall to the ground. Immediately, he pulls away, looking up and down at your human body.
βYuey [beautiful]β he says out of breath, mesmerized by the curves and softness of your body.
Allowing his eyes to linger at your chest, he looks up at you briefly, silently asking for your consent to touch your breasts. You nod, pulling his hand up to the soft flesh on your chest before meeting your lips with his once more. His hand completely envelopes your breast, kneading it as gently as he can. His thumb brushes past your hard nipple, playing with it ever so slightly.
Having someone else touch you in this way makes your body shudder. Itβs your first time, your first kiss, your first β everything.
A warm tongue presses against your lips, asking for permission to enter your mouth. You grant it, parting your lips and meeting your tongue with his, allowing them to dance with one another in your mouth.
His movements become eager β more impatient. He kneads your breast a little rougher, now gently rolling your small nipple between his calloused fingers. Your body jolts from the sudden pleasure, and a soft moan escapes your mouth into his.
βFeels good, yes?β he returns a moan, making sure youβre okay.
βYes, teyam.β You nod, moving his hand to your other breast.
Repeating his movements, he gently rolls your nipple whilst kneading your breast. It feels so good, that you canβt help but pant into his mouth, allowing your hands to feel his chest, too.
Itβs just as you imagined, his chest is hard yet soft, his skin smooth yet rough, like that of a warrior. Both your hands could fit comfortably on just one of his pecks β his size in comparison to you was no joke. You feel his hand snake around your waist and up your back, calloused fingers taking in the suppleness of your skin.
βSo softβ he mumbles, moving his gentle kisses down your neck.
βYou, tooβ you mumble back, moving your hands up to his broad shoulders.
βNot nearly as soft as you, my sevin [pretty].β he smiles into your neck, before planting kisses down to your chest. βMay I?β he asks, brushing his lips against your breast.
βYes. Always yes.β you reassure him, willing to let him do anything he wants to you.
He takes your nipple into his mouth, as well as most of your breast. He suckles as gently as he can, afraid he may nip you with his fangs. Your hands slide from his shoulders, up his neck to his head, where your fingers intertwine with his braids. Using it as leverage, you press him closer into your chest, letting him know heβs making you feel good.
To your surprise, he allows his hands to fall to your hips, pulling you on top of him. It causes him to unlatch from your breast, moving his wet lips up to your collarbones. Your bare pussy is pressed against his bulge, dampening the material that covers it.
βNeteyamβ you call for him quietly, feeling so good from his soothing touches.
βYes, my love?β he responds, pulling away from your shoulders to look in your eyes.
βCan I see... you, too?β you ask shyly, breaking eye contact to glance at his soddened loincloth.
His eyes follow yours, seeing that the thin cloth is soaked. Shooting his gaze back up yours.
βYouβre so wet.β he whispers, so enthralled with you that he forgets what you asked of him. He looks at your reddened face, realizing that youβre waiting for his response. βSorry. What did you say?β
βI want to see you, too.β you repeat, dropping your hands to tug at the band of his loincloth.
Smiling, he leans back, supporting his torso with his arms behind him on the bed. You trail your eyes down from his face to his pelvis, seeing the small knot at the side of his loincloth. Fumbling with the knot, your shaky hands try their best to untie the material. He notices, resting his hand over yours before untying it himself.
βNo need to be nervous, y/n. We will not do anything you are not ready for, okay?β he reassures you, untying the knot easily.
βOkay.β you nod, scooting back on his lap to make space for his loincloth to come off.
You slowly move the band down, exposing his deep v-lines and scant hair. You swallow your spit before taking it off completely, revealing his huge, thick cock. Your eyes bulge at the sight, eyebrows raising slightly as your mouth opens wide enough for a sharp breath of air to pass through your lips.
βOh shit.β You pant quietly, surprised because itβs much bigger than you imagined.
The tip of his cock touches the middle of his thigh, the length and thickness of your forearm. Panicked eyes meet his, scared that heβd rip you in two.
βWhat is it?β he asks, concerned that youβre uncomfortable.
βItβs β youβre, y-you are too big for me.β your lips tremble as the words slip out.
His brows draw together, eyes squinting slightly β a puzzled expression contorts his face. He cups your cheek, searching your eyes for some sort of clarification. βWhat do you mean?β
βI donβt think β uh. I-I donβt think that will fit inside of me, Nete.β you stutter, feeling too shy to say the words.
Neteyam canβt help but laugh a little. βMaβ yawne [beloved]...β he uses his thumb to rub your cheek, β...you need not to worry about that. I do not want to do anything that will hurt you.β
The words bring serenity to your chest, making the uneven thud of your heartbeat rhythmic. As much as you want to share that level of intimacy with him, youβve only been able to fit two of your own fingers inside of you. You lean into his touch, rubbing your face against his palm as a smile plasters your face.
Always so protective over you.
Turns out, he was only half-hard. You watch in awe as his member grows, lifting from his thigh to his belly, all on its own. Neteyam looks away to hide his flushed cheeks. You notice and take this as your sign to touch him for the first time. Wrapping your slim fingers around his girth, you find that your fingertips canβt touch each other. His pelvis shifts suddenly from the warmth of your touch.
βAm I making the mighty warrior blush?β you hum, wrapping your other hand around the base of his cock.
His eyes fall onto his crotch, watching as your hands stroke his shaft. He looks back up at you, directly into your eyes.
βMaybe.β his voice is low, and deep.
You never thought youβd even be in this position, stroking the cock of the man of your dreams. Even worse, him staring at you with sultry eyes and a husky voice, telling you that youβre making him nervous.
βCan I touch you, here?β he asks, sitting up fully and resting his hand on your inner thigh.
βDidnβt I say βyes, always yesβ?β you smile at him, shifting your hips to allow for better access.
Wrapping one arm around his neck, you hold onto him tightly for support as his hand cups your pussy, making you gasp quickly. You feel his finger part your wet lips, searching for the bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. You bury your face into the crook of his neck just as he finds your clit, rubbing circles into it with his slick coated finger.
Hot, quick pants evade your parted lips, blowing directly onto his neck. His lips plant kisses on your shoulder, tongue playing in the dip of your collarbone. You stroke his cock one handed, trying your hardest to provide enough friction for him to feel good too.
βIs this, okay?β he asks breathlessly, moving his finger down to your entrance.
βYes, my βteyam.β you mumble into his neck, bracing yourself for his thick finger to enter you.
βLet me know if it hurts, my love.β he whispers, slowly sliding his finger inside of you.
βOh! Ugh.β A strained moan is muffled in his neck, as you feel this finger stretch you out.
You shift your hand from his cock and wrap it around his neck, holding on as tightly as you can. His singular finger easily feels like two of yours, not to mention the fact that theyβre much lengthier.
βDoes it hurt?β he whispers into your ear.
βNo. Iβm okay, teyam.β you mumble, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling.
βGood. I am going to move now.β he warns, curling his finger directly into your sweet spot.
You gasp loudly, feeling the pressure already build in your bladder. It feels amazing β better than youβve ever felt with your own fingers. Your hips buck on their own, grinding into the finger that impales you.
Little, sweet mewls escape your open mouth, beads of saliva dripping onto his chest. Youβre so focused on the way heβs making you feel you didnβt even realise the volume of your whines and whimpers until he makes a comment about it.
βI like your little noises, y/n.β he says, pumping his finger in and out of you. βAre you... close?β
βI β I donβt know, Iβve never, c-cum before.β Your breath hitches, feeling your chest and stomach tighten.
Your legs begin to tremble, like theyβll give out underneath you at any moment. βOh, Nete!β you moan his name, catching a glimpse of his ears perking up from the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.
His hips buck, too, thrusting his cock against your stomach. Heβs losing it, all from hearing the sweet sounds that come from your mouth. Pulling away from his neck, you look down at his glossy cockhead poking at your stomach, then back up to look into his amber eyes.
βThis is where youβd be... inside me.β you breathe, shifting a hand off his neck to press a finger under your sternum, where his tip touches.
βWhoa. Y-you are so, so tiny, y/n. Iβm so scared that I will hurt you.β Neteyam confesses, rutting his hips against you.
βYou wonβt. I trust you, teyam.β you pant, feeling your legs wobble.
Your heads bump together, as your now both grinding into one another. He feels your weak legs shake and snakes his free hand around your back, supporting it as he lays you down on the bed.
He catches sight of the bright pink toy near your head, eyes widening.
βWhat is that? Where did you get it from?β he asks, still fingering you.
βAh... haah, I β I kind of found it.β you pant raggedly, βNgh! Itβs a β oh fuck!β you moan, feeling a new sensation in your pelvis grow.
βItβs a βoh fuckβ?β Neteyam chuckles, picking up speed.
βNeteyam! That feels weird.β You moan, eyes pooling with water from how good it feels.
βWeird, bad? Or weird, good?β he asks, slowing down his pace.
βGood! Good!β you shout, not wanting him to stop.
βAh. Good.β He smiles, picking back up the speed, βNow, what is that thing?β
βItβs β itβs a vibrator! Fuck. Donβt stop, Nete.β you whisper desperately, arching your back against the bed. βI think β I think Iβm close!β you let loose a strained moan.
βI want to taste it. Can I taste you?β he asks, already making his way in between your legs.
βO-okay teyamβ you whine quietly, spreading your legs as wide as they can go.
His hot mouth engulfs your throbbing clit, the flat of his tongue shifting from side to side. βGood?β he mumbles into your slit.
βMmmn! Fuck, yes!β you moan loudly, bucking your hips into his face.
He grabs your hand and places it on his head, you weave your fingers through his braids.
βAnother... another finger!β you beg, feeling the knots in your stomach quickly unravel.
He shakes his head side to side, ββtil hurtβ he mumbles once more, picking up the speed of both his tongue and finger.
βPlease! βm gonna cum, Nete!β you plead, toes curling into the sheet beneath you.
He gently slides another digit inside you, feeling the tightness of your cunt clenching around it. You yelp out, feeling a hint of pain among the waves of pleasure that crash through you. He pulls his finger back out, lifting his head up, causing your hand to fall from his head.
βSee? I told you. I hurt you, didnβt I?β he asks through knitted brows, looking down at your glistening cunt sucking in his finger.
βOnly a little, Iβm fine teyam.β you reassure him, wiggling your hips back down onto his finger.
He clicks his tongue, catching a glimpse of the vibrator.
βLet us try this... vee-bray-tor?β he says the word slowly, as he reaches for the pink object beside your head.
He presses the button causing the thing to vibrate in his hand, shock plastering his face from the sensation of it buzzing against his skin. Your hips jolt as he presses the toy against your clit, sending shockwaves up your spine.
βOhh, Neteyam!β you moan loudly, the feeling overwhelms you. ββts too much...β your hips shift away from the toy, as you try to reach for his head once more.
He chuckles, switching the toy off and throwing it on the floor. βPrefer me?β he asks huskily, pinning down your leg as he leans in to suck on your clit once more.
βMmmn, mhm!β you mumble, pushing your cunt into his face.
He closes his eyes, tuning in to the filthy noises that evade your mouth, drawing circles into your clit with the tip of his tongue. Neteyam touches himself, finally hearing the sounds that heβs been imagining every time he pleasured himself.
βNeteyam. Iβm so fucking close.β you pant quickly.
He picks up the speed, now knowing where exactly feels good for you, and targets those sensitive areas. He rubs his own cock, beads of precum oozing from his tip lubricating his hand, allowing for fast strokes. Heβs huffing hot breaths through his nose onto your lower stomach, giving you goosebumps.
βHoly fuck... R-right thereβ You let loose breathy moans, feeling the swell of your sweet spot pushing against his finger, as he curls it even harder and faster into you.
βMmmhmβ he moans into your clit, looking directly at you, encouraging you with his eyes to cum for him.
Bucking his hips into his hand, he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. His brows tighten, feel his own knots unravel quickly in his stomach. He grunts into your cunt, finally squeezing his eyes shut as his thrusts become shorter.
You look between your legs, watching his aroused expression, now realizing that heβs pleasuring himself. It makes you feel even hotter β even hornier, sending you over the edge.
βOh β oh shit, Neteyam! I think Iβm β Iβm cumming!β you cry out, shoving his face into your pussy.
You feel your cunt go into a frenzy, throbbing and pulsating feverishly around his finger.
His grunts turn into guttural groans, as he tries to concentrate on making you finish while his warm cum slowly pools into his hand. You push away his head, now feeling overstimulated from his relentless licks, for him to sit up quickly, grabbing his mask in a hurry to suck in a deep, long breath.
βYou taste sweet, y/n.β he moans breathlessly, gently pulling his finger out of you. He sucks his finger, savouring the flavour of your slick.
Your cheeks heat up, feeling shy to see him taste you on his finger like that.
βThat was... the first time.β you mumble wide eyed, breath hitching from you coming down from your high.
He smiles.
βI know. Iβm happy I could do that for you, my love.β he projects his voice as he crouches under your bathroom doorframe.
He quickly cleans himself up so he can tend to you, coming back with a dampened cloth.
βFeeling okay?β he asks quietly, wiping the slick off your thighs, working his way up to the soft flesh between your legs.
βYes, Iβm... more than okay.β You hum softly, chest rising and falling as you try to take a full breath, feeling his tender, gentle touches as he cleans you up.
βWant to shower?β He questions, hanging the cloth against the back of your chair.
You shake your head weakly from side to side, puffy eyes blinking lethargically.
βWhat about clothes?β he makes his way over to your dresser, resting his hand on the top drawerβs handle, βtis a cold night.β
βMm... rather you keep me warm.β you blabber, resting your eyes for a minute.
βMy pleasure, yawne [beloved].β He smiles.
Tucking one hand under your neck, and the other under the back of your knees he lifts you up, moving you further up in your bed.
βTired?β he chuckles softly, crawling into bed next to you.
βMhmm.β You purr lengthily, trying to open your eyes as you scoot back onto him. βDonβt leave, Nete.β
βAlright, my love. I wonβt. I will be right here. Get some rest.β He hums, pressing his warm naked body against yours.
He covers you with the blanket first, and then himself with whatever was remaining. Heβs too tall for the blanket anyway, as well as the bed, honestly β heβs too tall for this whole place. Legs jutting off the end of the bed, he wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer to him.
Heavy eyes finally closing, you snuggle into your love, gripping a single finger on the hand are rests on your stomach. He unhooks the mask from around his neck, and straps it to his face, so that he, too, can close his eyes and drift into a deep sleep.
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Everyone was accepting of your relationship with Neteyam. Surprisingly, his parents were both expecting it at some point, and had already taken the time to come to terms with it β well, mostly Neytiri. Jake was always welcoming of you. Kiri and Loβak were happy you two finally hit things off. Everyone, including the members of the clan, could tell that you both had feelings for one another. Even Norm and Max were elated for the two of you, both knowing that there was something more going on between you guys. Norm knew that night would be the night for the both of you to make things official, which is why he granted Neteyam access afterhours.
One day, Norm and Max approach you and Neteyam in your room, knocking quietly on your already open door.
βY/n. Neteyam.β they say monotonously in unison.
You both look at them, concern growing in your chest after seeing their serious expressions.
βWhat is it?β you manage to get out, holding Neteyamβs hand tightly, thinking something horrible has happened.
Their expressions soften, a smile creeping on both their faces before they burst out in laughter.
βJust joking with ya.β Max laughs, looking at Norm.
βYeah. We come bearing good news, actually.β Norm adds, quickly glancing at Max before looking at you once more.
βGood news? What is it?β Neteyam asks, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, calming you down.
βWell, itβs not like you guys donβt already know. You can think of it as a βmatingβ gift, ya know, seeing that naβvi donβt have weddings.β Max babbles, straying from the point.
βYouβre getting your own avatar, y/n.β Norm announces happily, knowing that this is your biggest dream yet.
βWhat?! Are you serious?β you shriek, jumping to your feet, eyes flickering between the two of them.
Neteyam is still holding your hand tightly, now standing with you, wrapping his tail around your leg. Ever since you revealed your feelings to one another, Neteyam has rarely left your side, always making sure heβs near you β protecting you. You were his mate now, nothing less.
βYep. Sheβll be ready in about four months.β Max smiles, proud that he could pull the strings to get his favourite girl her own avatar.
βOh, Max. Norm.β your voice cracks, tears welling up in your eyes. βThank you, guys. I canβt even tell you how much I appreciate this.β You walk swiftly towards them to give them both a big hug.
Neteyam reluctantly lets go of your hand and leg, but follows closely behind you, towering over the two men. He wraps his tail around your leg once more, always needing to touch you in some way.
You hug them both, tippy toeing to squeeze their necks as hard as you can β to show how much you really appreciate what their doing for you.
βThank you, Max, Norm.β Neteyam says, smiling and bowing his head at them both.
βOur pleasure, guys.β Max and Norm chant together. βCβmere Neteyam.β Norm smiles, pulling Neteyam into the hug.
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can i request one for the paddock princess series where y/n is like really like protective of yuki and will like defend him to the death (maybe even going as far as trying to learn Japanese so he has someone to talk to in his language) and at first people assume she has a crush on him but really its because he reminds her of an old friend of hers or like a family member she really misses. any length is fine but the longer the fic the better <3
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You have a large range of different dynamics with the drivers on the grid, many consisting of father-daughter like relationships as well as sibling like love.
Many fans have constantly pointed out the fact that you treat Yuki as if he were your younger brother, despite him being older than you.
Unfortunately, other fans believe that you have feelings for the boy, stating that the way you act around him βshowsβ that you love him. You obviously found this ridiculous and chose to ignore the rumours, already pointing out that you, in fact, have a boyfriend but still decide to not respond and make the whole situation worse.
Heβs always talked about how you were the first driver to properly greet him during his first F1 race and how kind you were to him. You had initially found him adorable, especially due to the fact that he was pretty much your height and so this love consequently spiralled into you treating him as you treat your own little brother.
You obviously miss your own little bro, travelling around the world constantly meant you could only see your family a few times a year, mainly during your breaks. This would probably explain why you have such familial relationships with many of the drivers, to which they also love.
Lotβs of moments have been shared with the boy. Like when you finally got pole in quali, or when he opened up to you on how secluded he felt from the other drivers, mainly due to his heritage. That quickly lead you to try and learn Japanese to help him feel included.
Another moment would be when you invited him over to your house to finally meet your family and he was forever grateful for you letting him have another home he could always come back to.
Many found your actual brother and substitute brotherβs interactions to be quite amusing, the constant arguments between the two, trying to prove that they were your favourite. Of course, your blood brother was your favourite, Yuki knew that, he just loved to rile up your brother to get a reaction.
With all that said, you were absolutely ecstatic for the boy when he finished the recent season with his highest finish yet. Of course it helped that you had become the World Champion for that season, managing to pull a hand on Red Bull and just finishing above Max, which he was not too happy about.
You were both so proud of each other, enclasping yourselves into a tight hug.
After the podium celebration, you brought to the interview section, the welcoming smile of the reporters already calming down your nerves.
βFirst off Y/n, congratulations on the win and newfound title!β The interviewer exclaimed, earning a large smile from you.
βThank you.β
βHow are you feeling?β He asks.
βWell, Iβm ecstatic to say the least. This moment just feels so unreal, to be able to say that Iβm a World Champion is something I always dreamed of but I never believed would actually come true.β You ramble, unable to continue from the excitement.
βMany have loved watching your celebrations with both your team, and fellow drivers. Could we just ask about the hug you shared with Tsunoda after the race?β You nod your head lightly.
βThe hug we shared was our way of congratulating each other. Heβs like my little brother and so I was so proud of him as he achieved his best finish this season. Of course there have been a lot of questions but heβs basically like family, just like how Seb, Lewis, and many of the other drivers are.β You conclude before bidding goodbye and moving on. Yuki was quick to fill in your place, ready to answer the questions.
βTo start off, congratulations on the great finish.β He says.
βThank you.β Yuki responds.
βThere have been many celebrations today and so weβd like to know how youβll spend the rest of the evening.β
βWell, Iβll probably party with other drivers.β The boy giggles. βIβll also call my family.β
βWe saw you congratulating the new World Champion after the race, how proud are you?β The interviewer asks.
βIβm so proud of her, Iβve watched her grow throughout the season and to see her finally achieve her dreams was nice.β Yuki answers, smiling.
βHow would you describe your relationship with Y/n?β
βIβd describe it as special. Sheβs been there for me from my first race and sheβs done so much for me. She even tried learning Japanese for me so I could feel more included. Sheβs basically like an older sister.β Yuki finishes, reminiscing the moments heβs shared with you thus far.
You all eventually finish up the interviews and decide to go out together, celebrating the many achievements from todayβs race as well as the finishing up of the season.
You had made sure to give Yuki yet another massive hug as you had witnessed his interview, loving the fact that he also pictures you as an older sister.
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Ml Analysis: Marinette's crush on Kim
You know, Marinette having a crush on Kim in the past in "Derision" checks out so much more than people give it credit for.
Marinette is a kid who got bullied on an sometimes even extreme level on a daily for years by ChloΓ© and by the power she has over the school environment (or more accurately, ChloΓ©'s parents) and under these circumstances that we saw it makes perfect sense for why she felt drawn to Kim. Kim embodys alot of characteristics she would find comforting or even attractive because of her being a victim of bullying.
- Basics: Kim is tall, strong and sporty. He could effectively defend and protect her from ChloΓ© or almost any of the other kids.
- He's stupid and this manifest itself very dominently in him not being too bothered by authority or threats. No, I'm not joking, him being stupid factors into this. "Derision" shows how everyone around Marinette is at least to some degree afraid of ChloΓ© (or her parents) because of her power, the verbal insults she can deliver or physical "pranks"/bullying she pulls. Kim on the other hand isn't bothered in the slightest by whatever ChloΓ© does and because of that ChloΓ© has barely any power over him the same way she does everyone else.
Plus, Ms. Mendeleiev is characterized and highlighted as the strictest, most unfair and most "ChloΓ©-like" teacher and one thing is for sure, she definitely would have some "nice" opinions on Kim too and certainly wouldn't hold back voicing those either. We don't need to see it on screen to know how she would treat certain students we know by now. And just like with ChloΓ©, Kim probably isn't too bothered by Ms. Mendeleiev either besides being annoyed by her unfairness. I have no problem seeing how Marinette would find herself drawn to a person who isn't bothered by ChloΓ©'s and Ms. Mendeleiev bullying (because it's flying right over his head), something she has to constantly endure and feels very hurt by.
Also: if he already doesn't mind whatever they can do or say it to him, then the chances are good that he isn't very interested in whatever mean things they say about or do to others (meaning: Marinette) either. Logically, Marinette would find the thought of being with a person who won't listen to or believe everything bad being said about her ect VERY appealing.
- because of Kim not being bothered by the bully environment they are all in, he is probably by a good edge the most carefree and "fun" student/friend around. And fun is something Marinette certainly missed in the school environment or wished she could have despite the danger she's constantly in because of ChloΓ© and the teachers.
- and one more thing I think is incredibly important: it's not like Marinette isn't SEEING right in front of her eyes that Kim has bully characteristics too. They immediately showed that through the old dynamic between Kim and Max:
Socqueline is right in her concern when she doesn't want Marinette to get closer to Kim because she can see that he behaves in ways that clearly will clash with everything ChloΓ© puts her through. But the thing is, Marinette is not stupid. She knows that but she didn't minded it and was even drawn to Kim because she saw that whatever Kim is doing that resembles ChloΓ©'s bullying isn't done by him with the intention of bullying.
It is realistic that Marinette would find comfort in a person like that in her circumstances because Kim is openly showing his worst (yes, one should acknowledge here that is was clearly shown that Kim by himself would have never done to Marinette what he did. Even he double checked with ChloΓ© if she was sure that Marinette would like a prank like that) and therefore Marinette knows (or thought) that his worst therefore can't be truly dangerous to her. And may I say, feeling like the worst the other person can/will do to you not being something you have to fear because you don't concider their worst dangerous to you IS something humans are naturally very attracted to. This perfectly checks out, Marinetteβs rose-colored glasses just.. overlooked a bit too much potential danger in good faith.
What mattered most to past Marinette in that moment is that she can't see any malice in his actions and intentions. And because of that she didn't minded the thought of putting up with Kim's more negative characteristics. She knew this isn't the same as with ChloΓ©.
This is also one major factor of why Kim's prank messed Marinette up so much and why that should have been properly acknowledge by the episode because ChloΓ© alone didn't cause this. Kim as a person and the fact that he sorta-bullies without malice was just as important. Marinette made a clear-cut distinction between ChloΓ©'s bully behavior and Kim's and was drawn to him because in her eyes his kindness/ not maliciousness outweighed the negative.
BUT then ChloΓ© as an outside force came along and took Kim - who is one of the few students not intimidated by Chloe and actually finds her charming - and his bullying without maliciousness and turned his regular "danger-level" up to an eleven by using his kindness/ and stupidness against Marinette.
Kim's kindness and not maliciousness may have outweighed his negative character traits and because of that Marinette wouldn't have minded at all putting up with it since she knew that Kim himself isn't a danger to her the way ChloΓ© is, but the thing that truly traumatized Marinette is having wittnessed that a person's kindness or low danger-level doesn't stop the world around them to use and turn their kindness into something else and into a weapon against her. It's when even kindness looses it's purity and therefore can't be trusted anymore because of bad people corrupting it and the good person (this is literally the same base structure as what Gabriel does to the akuma victims Marinette has to save)
And concidering that this is exactly one of the true major issues Marinette has with pursuing Adrien romantically and which hold her back from accepting his kindness towards her as true and loving as it is - something she is even directly referring to and calling out in this very episode! - one would think this episode would have prioritized highlighting it instead of just blaming everything on ChloΓ© and ChloΓ© alone because it's easy. Like, that was the point!
Please point it out and not just the ChloΓ© part! If there was one narrative half that could have remained in the surface-level subtext, it should have been the ChloΓ© part and not the one directly explaining to us alot of major reasons why Marinette behaves around Adrien AND Chat Noir the way she does and most importantly: why Adrien/Chat Noir is inherently DIFFERENT and therefore never truly off-putting to her no matter how similar some points I just listed get.
But that is a whole analysis for itself and it's way past midnight now so I'll add it on another day.
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I just realized literally every single character has dealt with/is dealing with the "trying to be normal" thing.
Will being gay and hiding it from everyone out of fear of not being accepted
Lucas playing basketball and trying to distance himself from D&D because he doesn't want to be a "nerd/freak"
Max writing how she tried to be normal/happy when she was dealing with depression
El lying to Mike about her bullying because she feels like she doesn't belong and wanted to pretend like she was the same as everyone else
Hopper not telling his wife about how the chemicals likely messed with his health because he wanted to have a child
Dustin taking Steve's advice because he was insecure about not dating
Joyce wanting to start a normal life with Bob, but being sad because she would have to hide so much about herself and her family
Steve being the cliche school douchebag since they were the only kind of people he grew up around, only to realize that he, unlike them, actually cares about the people around him
Robin hiding her "weirdness" (likely either ADHD or autism) and the fact that she's gay, especially from Vickie out of fear of rejection
Jonathan working for and defending misogynistic assholes because he doesn't think there's anything he could do about it and wants to keep his job, even though he doesn't agree with their beliefs at all
Nancy following the lead of the "cool" girls and being preppy/rebelious, when she's actually a journalist who is proficient in weaponry and planning
So what is Mike pretending? Constantly hyper fixating on El, acting like he didn't care about D&D anymore, trying to be more mature, "ignoring" Will... The only logical answer is that Mike is trying to be straight. Nothing else makes sense. Mike can't just be "a dumb teenager making mistakes" because that would make him the only one that doesn't fit in with this theme. There's a reason why he's acting the way he is.
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