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06. Duermen juntos

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Nadie se atrevía a entrar. Los pies inquietos de los sirvientes que no sabían como proceder. 

La habitación de Kylo, era el único lugar que no se les permitía entrar, aunque tampoco tuvieron la necesidad de hacerlo, hasta ahora. Era hora del almuerzo, y el Señor no se había levantado. Algo poco creíble para cualquiera que supiera de los hábitos de sueño de Kylo. 

No era secreto que el soldado dormía poco, y si lo hacía por los murmullos, sabían que no era de manera calma. 

Y para terminar con la desgracia de los sirvientes, la señorita Naeve no se encontraba en ninguna parte. Levantar a Kylo ya era un reto, levantarlo con malas noticias... Tendrían que suplicar por piedad. 

—Sr. Kylo...—el Secretario Real susurró a la puerta—Sr. Kylo... 

Nadie respondió. 

—Señor Kylo—el silencio permaneció y los sirvientes se miraron entre sí. Y con un suspiro abrieron la puerta—Permiso... 

Asomaron sus cabezas por la puerta, y la imagen les enfrió la espalda. El señor Kylo, despierto y en sus brazos el cuerpo dormido de la señorita Naeve. Esa mirada, con la que los miró el Señor Kylo, morirían apenas se levantara la señorita. 

"lando adopted franco uwu" no he didn't. he is only three years older. that man is not a father. he wants to fuck that guy.

mu qing — type of boyfriend

he would not show his love physically

instead he would show it with actions

actions with a bad attitude

where were you? are you hurt? you really can't take care of yourself.

no doubt that he is a tsundere

actually hates it when you get hurt

if it's a big wound, he'll take care of you while scolding you for being careless

doesn't like to talk about the relationship, prefers to keep things private

he would never let you go out disheveled

he suddenly brings you gifts, and they are all perfectly pressed dresses

likes it when you catch demons

Cuando no dices ❛ Te amo ❜.

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(🐚) choi seungcheol.

SeungCheol ya se había preparado para ir al gimnasio cuando iba a salir de la habitación, acercándose hacia ti para dejar un beso en tus labios y despedirse. — Regresaré pronto, te amo — Dijo, inclinándose sobre tu figura recostada en la cama, dejando varios besos en tus labios.

— Está bien, cariño — Fue lo único que respondiste, teniendo la intención de jugarle una broma que habías visto en Internet la noche anterior. Tu novio se dió media vuelta y repitió el "Te amo" esperando escuchar una respuesta, sin embargo, ver que te quedaste callada hizo que se detuviera.

— Bebé, te dije que te amo, ahora dilo — Se dió media vuelta, regresando a la cama y recargándose sobre ti, causándote risas por su intensa mirada. — Dilo — Pidió suavemente, besando tus labios.

— Te amo —.

— Así me gusta — Dejó un último beso en tus labios antes de salir de la habitación.

(🌊) yoon jeonghan.

JeongHan coloca una mano en su cintura, sosteniéndose de la puerta al mismo tiempo te miraba en el sofá, conteniendo tu risa. — ¿Qué acabo de decir? — Levantó una ceja, sabiendo que todo era un juego debido a que no pudiste resistirte a reír a causa de sus ojos expectantes que esperaban una respuesta.

— Que irías a la tienda de convivencia, ¿No? — Fingiste no saberlo, riendo a carcajadas apenas viste como puso sus ojos en blanco.

— He dicho que te amo — Repitió, dando unos pasos hacia ti y deteniéndose en frente tuyo, queriendo evitar sonreír.

— Yo también te amo — Contestaste con una sonrisa finalmente, logrando que JeongHan se fuera tranquilamente hacia la tienda de convivencia.

(☀) hong joshua.

Joshua se detiene en medio del pasillo cuando no te escucha responderle, durando unos segundos allí de pie mientras pensaba en lo que pudo haber hecho mal. — Love, ¿Acaso hice algo mal? — Preguntó con el rostro de preocupado al mismo tiempo que se daba vuelta y se acercaba hacia ti.

Tu novio podía ser tan irresistible, que no pudiste soportar el hecho de que te mirase de esa forma, por lo que, la broma no duró tanto.

— No hiciste nada malo, solo estaba jugando — Aseguraste con una sonrisa, plantando un suave beso en sus labios.

Joshua asintió. — Está bien, pero dilo de nuevo —.

— Te amo —.

(🐚) wen junhui.

Jun estaría tan confundido, dejaría de observar su teléfono luego de haberte dicho que te ama de repente y no hubieses contestado. Ambos se encontraban en el sofá entre montones de mantas, sin embargo, el silencio había sido interrumpido por la inesperada confesión de amor de tu novio.

— Cariño, te dije que te amo — Repitió, algo confundido. Tú parecías algo distraída, así que lo miraste finalmente una vez sostuvo tu mano y la acarició con delicadeza. — ¿Sucede algo? ¿Te sientes mal? —.

No pudiste evitar sonreír, negando con tu cabeza. — Yo también te amo, Junnie — Y ahí fue cuando lo viste sonreír de la forma más dulce.

(🌊) kwon soonyoung.

Todos conocemos a SoonYoung, por ende, sería un total drama no oírte contestarle.

— ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué no me respondes? — Decía mientras te seguía por toda la casa, sin importarle que estuviese llegando tarde al trabajo, simplemente quería escucharte decirlo. — Te dicho que te amo — Habló nuevamente, logrando que te detuvieras en medio del pasillo.

Te diste media vuelta. — Te amo — Respondiste, riendo a carcajadas en el instante que viste su rostro de emoción y lo abrazaste. Aún así, eso no lo tendría totalmente satisfecho debido a que durante el resto día, te llamaría varias veces solo para que le dijeras que lo amas.

(☀) jeon wonwoo.

WonWoo no está acostumbrado a decirte "Te amo", por tanto cuando ambos estaban en la sala, cada quién ocupado haciendo lo suyo en total silencio, su repentina confesión te tomó muy desprevenida, tanto que ni siquiera sabías que decir.

Giraste tu rostro apenas lo escuchaste decir aquello a lo bajo, sorprendida. WonWoo volvió a hacer lo que estaba haciendo luego de notar que te quedaste en silencio, internamente pensando que no dirías nada más, no obstante, también le toma desprevenido lo que dices.

— Yo también te amo —.

(🐚) lee jihoon.

A JiHoon no le molesta sino le respondes, no es como si decir que amas a alguien fuese algo de no tanta importancia, pero te conocía y sabía que a veces te costaba mucho más que a él decirlo, por lo que estaba un poco acostumbrado a no recibir una respuesta.

— Te amo — Soltaste de la nada cuando estabas sentada en una esquina de su estudio, llamando su atención. JiHoon se remueve los audífonos con los que estaba escuchando una pieza, girando sobre su silla para verte con una sonrisa en el rostro.

— ¿Qué dijiste? — Preguntó, alzando una ceja.

— Que te amo — Repetiste y lentamente pudiste ver como sus ojos se achicaban debido a la gran sonrisa en su rostro.

(🌊) lee seokmin.

SeokMin sería un poco sensible, pensaría que había hecho algo mal cuando no le habías respondido aquella noche que estaban hablando en la cama, así que en el momento en que te dijo que te amaba, ya te encontrabas durmiendo profundamente y él ni siquiera se había dado cuenta de ello, por ende, a la mañana siguiente tuviste que despertarte junto a un novio preocupado y con los ojos brillantes.

— Te amo mucho — Confesaste mientras reías, ya que el solo pensar que había dormido imaginando que estabas enojada con él y lo habías ignorado cuando solamente te habías dormido, te daba gracia.

(☀) kim mingyu.

Sería igual de dramático que Hoshi, lo que te haría reír por su actuación. 

Lo viste quedarse paralizado en frente de la puerta, estando a punto de salir a pasear en su bicicleta, girando su cabeza al instante. — Amor, ¿No escuchaste? Dije que te amo — Habló, acercándose hacia la cama y tomando asiento a un lado, cruzando sus brazos y observando hacia la pared.

— No me iré hasta que lo digas — Aseguró, escuchándote reír y una vez que terminaste de ello, te miró, esperando una respuesta.

— Te amo — Dijiste finalmente, viendo como una gran sonrisa se asomaba en su cara hasta que inclinó y dejó un beso en tus labios.

(🐚) xu minghao.

Ambos se encontraban regresando de una cita romántica mientras tu novio manejaba con una sola mano y con la otra sostenía tu mano, dejando un beso en tus nudillos y susurrando un "Te amo" a lo bajo.

El silencio inundó el carro y mordiste tus labios fuertemente para evitar sonreír, sintiendo como te miraba varias veces antes de enfocar su atención en la carretera otra vez. — ¿Hice algo mal? — Fue lo único que tuvo que decir para que no pudieras continuar con tu broma, teniendo que explicarle inmediatamente.

— Bien, ahora dilo — Pidió suavemente, sonriendo al instante cuando te escuchó decirlo.

(🌊) boo seungkwan.

Pertenecería al combo de los dramáticos y de forma descarada, debido a que estaba pasando por la cocina y te dijo que te amaba, esperando que le respondieras y aún si estabas a espaldas de él sentada en el sofá, no pudiste contener tu risa apenas sentiste como se acercó hacia ti por detrás y tocó tu hombro.

— Disculpa, pero te acabo de confesar mi amor, ¿Sabes? — Te observa, cruzando sus brazos, sin embargo no le das respuesta. — ¿No lo vas a hacer? Bien, da igual — Dijo y se dió media vuelta.

Durante el resto del día, trataría de ignorarte por completo, pero su misión fracasaría en el momento en que te acurrucas junto a él y le dices que lo amas.

(☀) chwe hansol.

Silenciosamente se confunde y se desconcierta un poco cuando no le contestas, no obstante, tampoco hace un espectáculo por ello, simplemente le hace bastante raro que no le hayas contestado, así que cuando te está ayudando a lavar los trastes y le dices "Te amo", decide mantenerse callado, pero no puede ocultar la sonrisa que se asoma en su rostro y se acerca hacia ti, dejando un beso en tu mejilla.

(🐚) lee chan.

Tu silencio sin respuesta le hace pensar que hizo algo mal, por lo tanto, suspiraría y tomaría tus manos entre las suyas, preguntándote al respecto. — Estás enojada, ¿No? — Dijo, sintiéndose culpable por lo que sea que haya hecho, pero no puedes resistirte ante su rostro de preocupación y lanzas sobre él en un abrazo.

— Yo también te amo, solo estaba jugando — Le explicas, dejando múltiples besos en sus labios que causan que sus mejillas se sonrojen.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ HOW DO YOU TURN THIS THING OFF? — LN4

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

summary: fans love when you make appearances in landos streams. it’s usually because he doesn’t know where something is, and the internet goes crazy over their favorite certified himbo. on one stream, you get a taste of your own medicine when lando tasks you with turning the live feed off, and fans get a little more of an insight into your relationship

genre: established relationship, humour

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yourusername just tweeted

ੈ✩‧₊˚ user2 just made a thread

ੈ✩‧₊˚ landonorris just posted a photo

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landonorris dinner date then stream, be there or be square, 6pm

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maxfewtrell did she have to show you how to use a knife and fork too?

yourusername i definitely had to show him how to fill my wine glass up when it was empty

user PUT Y/N ON THE STREAM WE WANT MORE Y/N

user if he comes on in a dress shirt i’m Dead

user oh they’ve all definitely seen the thread😭😭

ੈ✩‧₊˚ user just posted a thread

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yourusername just posted a photo

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yourusername this time it was my own stupidity that let the secret out. and i didn’t have to show him how to propose! he did it all on his own accord!

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user YOU’RE SUCH AN ICON

user only lando and y/n could accidentally expose their own engagement

user THE CAPTION😭😭 she really has kept him alive all these years huh

user ‘i wouldn’t want to think of a life without you anyway’ now if that’s not meant to be than what is

landonorris i love you

landonorris really quick whilst we’re at it,,, where tf do we keep the spare phone chargers?

yourusername oh.. oh baby. i’ll be home in 5

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White Noise | MV1

Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: [Soulmate AU] In a world where soulmate marks promise connection, one person’s endless wait collides with another’s relentless pursuit of a life beyond destiny.

Warning(s): Mild Language, angst, hurt/comfort for like a small bit, fluff, for like tiny moment. Basically, they finally talk. Alternating povs.

Part 4 ~Series Masterlist~

"I've been the archer, I've been the prey, Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling?....But who could stay?"

Y/N's heart was racing, pounding in her chest like a drum, each beat reverberating through her entire body.

The moment she had stepped into the room, she felt it—the unmistakable pull, the presence of him. Her soul’s reaction was instantaneous, a thrumming sensation deep within her, filling the hollow space that had plagued her for as long as she could remember.

The pulse, the ringing in her ears, it was all him.

But this wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now. Not like this.

She had always thought, somehow, that she would be prepared for this moment, where she would have to finally confront him, but standing in the midst of a crowded party, the weight of everything crashing down on her, she wasn’t ready.

The memories of Bahrain flooded her mind—the first time she had felt it, the moment her heart had surged with desperation. But it had been too much.

She had run then, and now, she was running again.

Her feet carried her forward without her consent, an instinct she couldn’t stop. She had made it to the hallway, the coolness of the air helping to clear her head, but she knew, deep down, that he was following.

She could hear his footsteps, his voice rising above the noise of the party.

"Wait!"

His shout cut through her thoughts, piercing the air with urgency. His voice—his tone—was enough to make her stumble, her heart skipping, the sound of it thrumming in her chest, drowning everything else out.

"Stop, please."

The pleading, desperate tone sent a sharp tremor through her. She couldn’t explain why, but it was like an invisible thread pulling at her, urging her to turn around.

Her body seemed to act on its own, and before she could think, she was facing him, standing there in the hallway, his figure illuminated by the soft lights behind him.

Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze met his. His eyes were wide, searching—no, desperate, as he took a step closer, his presence magnetic, impossible to ignore.

He was right there. So close. Yet, the distance between them felt like an entire universe.

"Please, just let me talk to you. Once. Please."

The sincerity in his voice was enough to steal the air from her lungs.

She had tried so hard to block out the pull, the ache deep inside of her, but hearing that one word—please—it undid everything.

It made her pause, made her stand still. It was as though the universe had stopped just for this moment, just for him to speak those words, those two simple syllables that somehow held the weight of a thousand unspoken things.

For a moment, she couldn’t find her voice. The bond, the overwhelming pull of their connection, was like a storm inside her.

She could feel her pulse in every part of her body, an unbearable rhythm that matched the frantic thrum of her thoughts.

Why is this happening now?

The question spun in her mind, but she didn’t have the answers. She didn’t want to have the answers. Not yet. Not when she had worked so hard to push this all away.

But as his eyes searched hers, she realized there was no denying it anymore. She couldn’t pretend anymore.

He was here, in front of her, and that was something she had to face.

This isn’t a game, her mind whispered to her. This is real.

She swallowed, trying to steady her breath, but her heart wouldn’t let her. The sound of it, so loud, so clear in her ears, only seemed to grow louder the longer she stood there, staring at him.

He took a cautious step forward, as though unsure whether to approach or wait for her permission.

Y/N could see the hesitation in his posture, the way his muscles were tense, ready to react to whatever she might do next.

She nodded almost imperceptibly, a gesture that was barely there but enough to give him the signal.

Slowly, she turned and began walking down the hallway, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floors.

She heard his footsteps behind her, closer now, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding in her chest.

She wasn’t sure if it was because of the bond or the weight of the moment, but it felt as though the air around her was thickening, pressing down on her, making it harder to breathe.

The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, but Y/N didn’t stop walking until she reached a door at the far end, a small storage room that had been used to store event supplies. It was tucked away from the bustling party, isolated, quiet—perfect for what needed to happen next.

Without looking back, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, boxes and supplies stacked haphazardly against the walls. The space smelled faintly of cardboard and dust, but Y/N didn’t care. She needed this isolation. She needed to clear her head, even if just for a moment.

The door clicked shut behind her, and she finally turned to face him.

Max stood just inside the doorway, his hand on the handle as if he was still unsure whether to cross the threshold completely. His expression was a mix of determination and uncertainty, and she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, like it was pulling at her from all directions.

He stepped forward then, his presence filling the small space between them.

Her eyes flickered to him, then quickly down to the floor. She couldn’t meet his gaze for too long, not yet. Not when she was still so terrified of what this meant.

Max didn’t speak right away. He just stood there, close but still holding back, waiting for her to say something, to give him some sort of sign that she was ready to talk.

But all she could do was breathe—deep, steadying breaths, trying to calm herself down. The pulse in her chest was almost deafening. She knew that she had to speak, there was no turning back now.

But still, she hesitated.

Max shifted on his feet, the tension in his posture thick, as if he was about to break, but he held himself together—barely. His fingers were twitching at his sides, and he felt the hum deep in his chest, a gnawing ache that wouldn’t subside.

He cleared his throat, the sound breaking the heavy silence like a crack in a wall. "Max," he said, his voice rough, but it wasn’t the authoritative tone he used in the paddock, or the smooth calm of someone used to dealing with media.

This was Max—vulnerable, unsure. The kind of Max who didn’t often show himself.

"Max Verstappen," he added, as though his name should mean something, though he already knew it wouldn’t. Not with the way she ran from him.

Y/N didn’t react, not right away. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, her arms crossed over her chest, a protective shield she had built up over the years and didn’t dare lower. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she did.

Max couldn’t help himself; he took a step closer, the pull drawing him forward as though the space between them was shrinking. But she didn’t move, her gaze still locked downward, her posture as stiff as steel.

"I don’t bite," he added with a half-smile, though it was strained, the humor barely there. He tried to make light of it, but it wasn’t working. The tension was too thick, the pulse between them too strong, too loud in his ears.

She remained silent, the words staying on the tip of her tongue. Why was he still here? Why couldn’t he leave her be?

He pressed on, the silence growing unbearable. His frustration was creeping in, and he didn’t bother hiding it. "You’re not gonna run again, are you? I don’t know what the hell happened back there, but this..." He gestured between them, his hands opening slightly, his frustration flaring.

"This can’t be a mistake. I felt it, and I know you did too." His words came out blunt, as direct as he could manage, with no filters, no hesitation.

Y/N’s lips pressed together, and she took in a slow breath, but the words didn’t come. She wasn’t sure what to say. She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to say anything.

She could feel the pulsing, the hum, the ache in her bones, her chest, her heart. It was all him. But how could she acknowledge it?

"Why did you run?" Max’s voice cracked just slightly as he asked, the vulnerability that he rarely showed slipping through.

He didn’t wait for an answer, though. He knew. He felt it.

"You think I’m just some guy in a hotel room, shaking hands with sponsors, a guy who just races for a living, and that’s all I am? You think that’s all I can be?" His voice softened, but the frustration was still there, curling around his words like smoke. "I don’t even know your name, but I can’t... I can’t just let you run away again."

Y/N’s breath hitched at his words. There was a bite in his voice now, a quiet hurt that she couldn’t ignore. It stung, sharp and unexpected.

Max took another step, his eyes locking on hers, desperate for something—anything—that would help him understand this.

But all he found was cold, detached silence. It was like hitting a wall, and yet, somehow, that wall was cracking, just a little, with each second that passed. He could feel it in his chest, in the air between them.

"Are you just going to stay silent?" he asked, frustration giving way to a tinge of sadness.

"Is that how you’re going to play this? Because I can’t stand it. I want us to talk, to figure this out, I've waited so long. I—" He stopped, realizing how much he was saying, how exposed he had become. He had never been this open with anyone. Not like this.

Y/N’s gaze flicked up then, just briefly, her eyes meeting his. The connection between them flickered, a brief, sharp spark that ignited everything inside him. She was silent, but in her eyes, he saw something.

Fear. Anger. And beneath that, a thread of longing—a recognition.

“I’m not going to run,” she finally said, her voice firm, but with a quiver beneath the surface. Her words were clipped, like they were hard to get out, like they didn’t fit the situation.

She had never been good at this. At feeling things, at letting herself feel things that weren’t controlled. But here she was. Here.

Max’s expression softened, but only just. He could see through her, even if she tried to hide it. He could see the cracks in her facade, the way she was breaking just a little with every word, every silence.

“Then what are you going to do?” he asked, almost desperate now. He stepped closer again, close enough that the hum between them seemed to pulse with an intensity that made his heart race.

He could feel the gravity between them, the pull, the ache. And it was growing. She was so close—so close but still, so far.

She met his gaze fully now, the stone wall that she’d built around herself finally starting to crumble, piece by piece. The look in her eyes was something Max had never seen before—not in the paddock, not in the chaos of the races, not in the heat of victory. This was something else.

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Max’s eyes were still on her, searching for something, maybe an answer that would make sense of all the chaos inside her, but there was no easy way to explain this. No way to simplify what had become a tangled mess of emotions and realities.

She couldn't make this easy for him. She knew that, deep down. But it didn’t make the truth any less painful.

"I know you, Max," she started, her voice quiet but steady, though every word felt like it was scraping against her throat. "I know what you’ve worked for. The way people look at you, the expectations, the pressure."

Her chest tightened with the weight of her thoughts, and she couldn’t look away from him, even though she wanted to. “You’ve been built for this life. Racing, winning, being the best. You’ve been molded for the world you live in, Max. And you’ve made it, you’ve fucking made it. I see that. I admire it. I admire you."

She closed her eyes for a moment, swallowing the lump that had lodged in her throat, feeling the bitter taste of regret already creeping in. "But you don’t understand. I can’t be a part of it. Not with you."

Max flinched slightly, and she could see the hurt flash across his face. She wasn’t trying to hurt him, but it was inevitable. There was no way around it. Her words cut deeper than she intended.

"I know the Max Verstappen the world sees.” She swallowed, her throat tight. “But I don’t know you. Not the man standing in front of me. Not the man who is supposed to be my soulmate.”

Max inhaled sharply, his hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach for her. But he didn’t. Not yet.

“I waited for you too, you know?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it cracked under the weight of the words. “For years, I waited. At first, it was hope. Every birthday, every trip, every new place—I looked for you. I searched for something, anything, that could mean you were close. And then… hope turned into anger. Because you weren’t there. And I was supposed to be okay with that?” She shook her head. “I was supposed to live my life knowing the person meant for me was out there but nowhere near me?”

Max’s jaw clenched, the muscle in his cheek twitching.

“And then the anger faded too. And all that was left was... indifference.” She met his gaze then, unwavering.

“Because I had to move on. I had to build something for myself. I had to be enough for myself. For me”

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “And I did it. I built a life, Max. A life that didn’t need a soulmate to feel complete. A life that I carved out with my own two hands, while people pitied me for never finding you. While they whispered that I would never be whole.” Her voice hardened.

“But I proved them wrong. I am whole. I have my business. My work. A life that makes sense, a life that I control.”

Her hands trembled again, and this time she didn’t bother hiding them. She looked at him, at the storm in his eyes, at the way his lips pressed into a thin line, at the way he was fighting—really fighting—not to interrupt her.

“And now, suddenly, you’re here.” Her voice was raw now, like it had been scraped against glass. “Just when I finally have a grasp on everything, you appear and you expect me to throw all of it away? Just because the fucking universe says we’re meant to be?”

Max flinched, just barely.

“How do you know we’ll make it, Max?” She demanded. “You race. I work. You live in the spotlight, I built my life in the shadows. You chase adrenaline, I crave steadiness. Our lives are nothing alike.” She exhaled, her breath shaky. “And then there’s the fans. The media. The circus that follows you wherever you go. How am I supposed to handle that? How do we fit, Max? How can we?”

Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.

She licked her lips, voice quieter now. “I’ve spent my whole life proving that I don’t need another person to be whole. That I don’t need someone to complete me. And now you’re asking me to risk all of that… for the idea of you?”

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. “How am I supposed to do that?”

Her words hung in the air between them, heavy and unrelenting. She could see it in his face—the hurt, the frustration, the determination.

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Max let the silence stretch, let her words settle deep in his bones. He felt each one like a weight pressing against his ribs—sharp, heavy, relentless. But he didn’t move, didn’t waver.

Because she was here. Because she hadn’t run.

And because she was wrong.

His voice, when it came, was quiet but steady. “You say you don’t know me. And you don’t.” His gaze was unwavering. “But I don’t know you either.”

Her breath caught.

“And yet,” Max continued, taking a slow step closer, “I do.”

She tensed, but she didn’t retreat.

“I know how you walked into that room, completely composed, completely in control—until you saw me. I know the exact second you felt it, the moment the ground tilted under your feet, the way your eyes widened, just a fraction, before you turned and.. left.” His tone was measured, deliberate. “I know you’re standing here right now because you want to be, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

Her fingers twitched by her sides, barely perceptible.

Max took a step forward, slow, measured, like approaching something fragile. “You talk about waiting for me, about searching for me, about how hope turned into anger, then nothing at all.” His voice hardened. “Do you think I don’t understand that? Do you think I didn’t feel the same fucking thing?”

She inhaled sharply.

“I grew up knowing I had someone out there. Someone I was supposed to find. And I hated it.” His jaw tensed. “Because how the hell was I supposed to look for someone when my entire life was planned before I could even fucking walk?”

He let out a humorless laugh. “I didn’t have time to search, Y/N. I didn’t have the luxury. I had racing. I had pressure. I had expectations so heavy they nearly crushed me before I was old enough to understand them. I was too busy proving I deserved to be where I was.” His voice turned rough, honest. “And I did it alone.”

“You say I wasn’t there for any of it.” His voice lowered.

“Neither were you.”

She flinched and Max felt his heart break a little.

His tone softened. “You don’t know if we’re meant to be together, and you know what? Maybe we’re not.” He shrugged.

“Maybe we’ll fucking hate each other. Maybe you’ll get sick of me in a month, and I’ll drive you insane. But we don’t know that.” He exhaled. “What we do know is that this is real. It's in our bones, inked on our fucking skin, in the way our hearts have been beating for years, this bond—this is real.”

Silence.

Her lips parted like she wanted to argue, wanted to deny it, but no words came out.

Max studied her, eyes searching. “You think this is going to destroy the life you built.” A beat of silence. “Maybe it will.”

Her head snapped up, eyes flashing, but he wasn’t done.

“Or maybe it’ll make it better.” His voice was quiet, but sure. “Maybe you’ll finally let yourself have something that isn’t just work, something that isn’t just proving yourself over and over again to people who don’t matter."

He held her gaze, unwavering. "The truth is, no one knows how this will work. There’s no plan for this. No blueprint. But that doesn’t mean we walk away.”

Her eyes burned into his, searching, dissecting.

Max took a final step closer, his voice barely above a whisper now. “That doesn't mean we have to give up our chance—our realest fucking chance to be happy, I'm not asking you to throw your life away for me” He shook his head. “I want you to let me be part of it.”

Something cracked in her gaze.

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The tear catches her by surprise.

She feels it before she registers it, the slow slide of warmth trailing down her cheek, an undeniable crack in the armor she had spent years perfecting.

And then—Max is there.

His hand moves before he thinks, his thumb brushing against her skin, wiping it away. The touch is featherlight, a whisper of warmth against her cheek—

And the bond pulses.

Loud. Violent. Consuming.

A shockwave of something unseen, something ancient, something theirs rips through them, and the force of it takes them both down.

Y/N stumbles, her knees buckling, but she never hits the floor.

Max is there—solid, unyielding, his reflexes faster than thought.

His arms catch her, cradle her, steady her as they both collapse onto the cold, dusty floor of the storage room.

And then—silence.

It isn’t tense. It isn’t heavy. It just is.

Her head rests against his chest, the rapid beat of his heart a perfect mirror to her own. His arms are around her, firm but careful, holding her close in a way that feels like he’s meant to.

And the bond—the bond hums.

Not a pulse, not a roar, just a steady, gentle hum. A soundless lullaby. A sigh of relief.

Y/N exhales, her breath ghosting over his suit, and for the first time in her life, she feels content. She doesn’t think. She doesn’t fight it.

She just is.

Her body curls instinctively into his, her forehead pressing against his chest, her fingers gripping lightly at his jacket as she burrows closer. It’s unconscious, inevitable. A pull she can’t deny.

Max feels it too.

His hold tightens, his grip shifting just slightly as he tucks her in closer. His heartbeat steadies, aligning with hers. His breath slows. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move—just holds her, lets her be held.

And in that moment, on the cold, dirty floor of some forgotten storage room, Max Verstappen knows exactly what paradise feels like.

Then—

The illusion shatters.

Y/N’s eyes snap open. The warmth turns to ice in an instant, her body going rigid against his.

Max feels the shift the moment it happens. The way she stiffens, the way her breath hitches like she’s just remembered something terrible.

And then—she pulls away.

Like she can’t get away fast enough.

Max feels it like a physical blow.

She scrambles to her feet, her movements sharp, almost frantic, as she wrangles her hands together, fingers twisting against each other—a nervous tic, he realizes. An anxiety response.

He gets up slower, brushing dust from his sleeves, forcing his breath to stay even, forcing himself to stay.

Silence stretches between them.

This time, it isn’t peaceful.

This time, it’s awkward. Tense. Something lingering between them, something neither of them can name, something neither of them can face.

Y/N is the first to break it.

Her voice is quiet, but firm. “Time, Max.”

A pause.

“I need time.”

And then she turns, and walks away.

Max is left standing there.

The hum in his chest—so loud, so certain just moments ago—fades into something hollow, something aching.

She’s gone.

The warmth of her body, the perfect way she fit against him, the peace he had never known—ripped away as if it had never been real.

He lets out a breath, slow and shaky, like he’s trying to steady himself on the edge of something devastating.

He had her.

For a second, for a fleeting, impossible moment, Max Verstappen had everything.

And now—

Now, he has nothing.

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Well, well, well, what do you think is going to happen next? This took out alot from me. I'm the type of woman who feels that I don't need a man to complete me. And yet, I yearn for love so much, that it hurts. So maybe I'm pouring a bit of myself into this. I can only hope that you all like it.

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Reader Doesn't Eat Properly

Resumen: En algún momento de tu vida, empezaste a sentir que no eras lo suficientemente bonita, esto termina decayendo en restringir tus alimentos. Cuando Anakin ve que haz perdido peso nuevamente, no puede evitar preocuparse.

⚠️: Desordenes Alimenticios

Tags: Fluff, Confort, poquito de angst — ao3

En los últimos meses, tu relación con Anakin y tu trabajo fueron el centro de tus pensamientos. Habías tenido incontables citas, cenas ya sea con tu pareja o aliados. Fue un día que te levantaste de la cama vacía, que mientras te preparabas para tu jornada, que viste el aumento de tamaño en tus muslos y cadera, sin poder reconocerte a ti misma, la humedad de tus ojos se hizo presente con la idea de esconderte y no volver a salir.

Sabías que era imposible. Tu trabajo era requerido, y decidiste que si hoy no podías ser bonita, entonces al menos deberías serlo lo más pronto posible. Tus comidas disminuyeron considerablemente, aprovechando que Anakin estaba en una misión, no salías a comer a menos que fuera trabajo o sintieras que ibas a desmayarte. Tuvo sus resultados, en poco tiempo, tus piernas se tonificaron, la grasa de tu cintura y cadera desaparecieron, aliviada seguiste con esto hasta que Anakin volvió.

Lo esperaste como siempre, ocultando en tu expresión la preocupación de que estuviera herido, tus manos juntas adelante se separaron apenas lo viste bajar de la nave, con su pelo revuelto y una sonrisa, que brillo en cuanto sus ojos se enfocaron en ti.

Junto a otros senadores y jedis, saludaron a Obi Wan y Anakin, cortesmente. Al parecer la misión, fue exitosa, pudiendo respirar, todos se fueron a hacer reportes despidiéndose. Caminaste como si nada hacia tu oficina, sabías que tu novio te seguía con tres pasos de diferencia.

A punto de abrir la puerta, finalmente hablaste con tu sonrisa contenida.

—Me alegra que la misión haya salido bien, Anakin—no lo miraste, sabiendo que el lo estaba haciendo. Fue una sorpresa, más no fuera de lo normal, cuando tu novio te empujó suavemente hacia dentro, cerrando la puerta detrás de él y apoyándote en la pared blanca, fue lo suficientemente descarado para unir sus labios suavemente. Su mano descansaba en tu cintura, mientras que ligeramente presionabas la ropa de su pecho con tus dedos. Entre sus labios, intentaste suspirar su nombre de la sorpresa, sin embargo lo mucho que habías extrañado el contacto, lo hizo imposible.

Apretando tu cintura y profundizando el beso, Anakin te rodeó con su otro brazos, sus cejas se fruncieron y el beso se detuvo. Abriste los ojos con confusión, más al encontrarte con su expresión tensa, su dedo acaricio tu cintura como si tratatara de sentirte sobre la tela. Sus ojos bajaron analizando su toque, y a tiempo te diste cuenta que estaba enojado.

—¿No estas lastimado, verdad?—alejándote de él, tu cuerpo pesaba, y una incomodidad creció en la habitación. Sonreíste tratando de aliviarlo, no funciono, el negó.

—Bajaste de peso—volvió a agarrar tu cintura con su palma.

—¿Lo hice?—preguntaste como si no fuera lo que querías, te sentiste culpable por su reacción, estaba preocupado.

—Lo hiciste, estoy seguro—Anakin te miro intentando ver tus ojos bajos—¿Estuviste comiendo apropiadamente?

Tragaste saliva, mentir no era una de tus habilidades.

—Supongo que el trabajo me tuvo muy ocupada y me olvide de algunas comidas—levantaste la cabeza con tu mejor sonrisa—No tienes que preocuparte, podemos tener una cena juntos esta noche.

Al final de la frase, tu voz que casi se quiebra fue disimulada, pero tu pareja no lo pasó por alto. Te acerco a él, dejando que sus pies se mezclen y sus abdomenes se toquen, tu mejilla fue sostenida amablemente. Y con sus ojos celestes, no te saco la mirada de encima.

Fue demasiado, y los hilos de tu garganta que enrrollaban también. Su amor, repentino en una semana donde no te habías dado ni una palabra amigable a ti misma fue un golpe de realidad sobre lo que te estabas haciendo a ti misma. Cristalinos tus ojos se cerraron, vergüenza inundó tus mejillas, y ocultaste tu cara en el pecho de Anakin, donde su corazón golpeaba. El lo había notado al instante, y odiaste lo mucho que te conocía.

—Amor, dime que esta mal—sus labios besaron tu cabeza, y con un deseo poseedor de protegerte de todo, no te dejo. Quería apretarte más, amarte más, besarte en toda piel visible.

Tu vergüenza se mostró en lágrimas, aferrandote al cuerpo de Anakin entre sollozos pudiste decir tus sentimientos.

—Soy horrible, tan fea—dejaste ir el nudo—Solo quiero sentirme bonita por un tiempo al menos.

Tus palabras le fueron inentendibles, tu belleza siendo su máximo resplandor de sonreír, que no fueras capaz de verlo le contrajo el corazón. Sus labios se separaron solo para apretarse. Tu cabeza fue envuelta por su mano, quiso esconderte de ti misma, este dolor que te habías provocado.

—Desearía que pudieras verte como te veo—susurró tu pareja, su abrazo fue donde tus sollozos quedaron, tus ojos rojos e hinchados. En todos tus aspectos, Anakin te amaba, con una sonrisa dolorosa, un murmullo sincero se quedó entre ustedes—Eres hermosa, cada centímetro de ti... Es más bello que cualquier otra cosa en esta galaxia.

Tus mejillas fueron besadas, tus párpados rojos dejaron de doler bajo sus labios y esa noche, tocando cada centímetro de piel de ti, Anakin destruyó todas las inseguridades de tu cuerpo, dejando que su amor se adentrará en cada fibra de ti. No pudiste dudar ni un segundo de ti misma, Anakin nunca te mentiría, tu belleza era infinita.

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hi! well, actually this is a self-challenge but I want it to share it <3

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im SURE Anakin likes to be hugged, and I would love to hug him.