odie

INTRODUCTION ˙⋆✮

✧.* ABOUT ME : my names odette but you can always call me odie, she/her, op81 girl

⋆˚࿔ REQUESTS : OPEN!!

ᝰ. WHAT I WRITE FOR : f1 drivers, stranger things, outerbanks, hunger games, harry potter & celebrities

you can always ask for other fandoms and if i’m in them i may do them!

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE : any sensitive topics that involve harming somebody (eg : r*pe)

♬⋆.˚ WHAT I DO WRITE : smut, fluff, angst, smaus & headcannons

HEADCANNONS ✩ OSCAR PIASTRI

summary : headcannons for affectionate!oscar (specifically physically) or basically oscar piastri being obsessed with physical touch from you

a/n : i hope this matches your request! wasn’t quite sure what to do so i hope this works :)

affectionate!oscar who is constantly cuddling you when sitting on the couch. you could be eating dinner and he would still have one arm around you

affectionate!oscar who is always holding hands with you when walking somewhere, especially around the crazy paddock

affectionate!oscar who hates when you don’t come to a race weekend because he doesn’t have somebody to cuddle

affectionate!oscar who will nuzzle his head into your neck, even at family dinners. he just wants to be close to you.

affectionate!oscar who always offers to give you a massage before bed. he likes making sure you are comfortable before sleep

affectionate!oscar who learnt how to do your hair so that he could do it whenever you had guys had spare time

affectionate!oscar who always loves winning, especially because it ends in endless hugs

affectionate!oscar who is constantly giving forehead kisses because he knows you love them

affectionate!oscar who buys you teddies and decorates them to look like the both of you so you have one for when you aren’t together

affectionate!oscar who is in love with you, and your hugs

tw : uh oscar looking sexy???

a/n : idk i’m bored PIERRE APPARENTLY GETS HIS P3 BACK??? and i’m pissed off cause i can’t watch anything this weekend cause of timezones and i won’t have my phone SIGHHHHHH anyways enjoy this incredibly short thing

summary : reader thirsting over oscar i guess

oscarcat : he looks so good here 😍

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oscarpiastri : weird last photo choice

-> yourusername : you look sexy

-> oscarpiastri : 🫩🫩

f1fan : OH YEAHHHHH

oscarcat : can’t believe y/n commented on my post

-> yourusername : 😍😍

Angst, Oscar is our polite cat but maybe that the issue sometimes? Because I want angst 🤣 - bf is too nonchalant and takes his girlfriend for granted meanwhile the gf is kinda opposite but she keeps letting things slide until something he does pushes her over the limit, they argue, things blow over and she breaks up with him. And he suffers trying to make things right. Basically I want a yearning man. Maybe a happy ending. You decide, author.

FOREVER & ALWAYS

tw : Y/n used once, angst

a/n : I don’t know if I like this very much because I can’t write angst for the life of me but I hope it SORT OF meets your expectations! I love Osc and I know (or at least I very much hope) he would never put his work before his gf… I hope you enjoy!! :)

summary : You and Oscar have been together for three years and it’s been the best three years of your life, until Oscar starts to be distant.

This was the fourth time Oscar had stood you up on a date.

That should’ve made it easier to forget it, but it didn’t because it wasn’t okay. For some reason, Oscar had let work take over his life, even though it was the first thing he had promised you he wouldn’t do when he asked you out three years ago.

You pulled out your phone to send him a text.

You

‘Where are you?’

He responded in an instant, which shocked you. So he was able to send text messages.

Osc

‘I’m held up at work, sorry. I’ll make it up to you.’

You scoffed as you stood up from the table at the restaurant, sending a small thank you as you left. You’d heard that line too many times.

‘I’ll make it up to you.’

You knew you should probably believe him, maybe he was held up at work, but you knew he could leave if he chose to. He’d done it many times at the early stages of your relationship.

Why couldn’t he do it now?

You decided to head home to wait for Oscar.

When he opened the door, you sat up properly on the couch and turned to face him. He had his McLaren hoodie on, his perfect swoop of hair standing out compared to everything else.

“Hey,” he whispered, walking over to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

In that slim moment you wanted to forgive him. A slim moment.

“Why couldn’t you?”

He frowned. “I told you, I was busy at work.”

“I know, but normally you were able to leave. Or at least call to tell me,” you shuffled on the couch to fully face him. “That’s the fourth date that you’ve planned and missed Oscar.”

He blinked for a second. “Oh.”

Oh?

“Is that all you wanna say?”

He shook his head. “No, of course not. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.”

“Oscar, I don’t get what’s happened with us. Did I say something wrong? Have I done something to upset you?”

He clearly disliked that you kept calling him Oscar. He liked being called Osc by you.

“I’ve just been busy, that’s all. It’s not you.”

You stood up, walking to stand in front of him. “Busy how? It’s the off season, Oscar. You don’t need to be at work as much as you are right now.”

“I just wanna get better that’s all.”

“But you are better!”

He laughed and shook his head. “I’m not, though. That’s why I need to fix it.”

“So your driving is more important than me?”

He went to respond but hesitated.

He hesitated.

You scoffed, your turn to laugh now. If you didn’t laugh, you knew the tears would come. “That’s nice, Oscar. Really nice.”

You took a deep breath. “I think I’m done. You care more about your job than you do me and that’s fine. I’m not gonna stop you anymore.”

He shook his head. “What? No, Y/n. I didn’t mean that, I just didn’t wanna mess this up.”

“You already did, Oscar!” Your voice cracked gently as you yelled. “I’ve tried to let this brush over. Say it’s okay because I love you. But it’s not anymore.”

He shook his head once more. “Don’t say that,” he whispered. “I’ll fix this, I promise.”

You turned around and walked towards the door. “I’m done, Osc.”

Your hand was on the knob just as he raced towards you. You didn’t process what he said, just opened the door and walked out.

When you got in your car, that’s when the tears fell. You didn’t want to break up with him. No matter what happened, you loved Oscar. You just didn’t love this Oscar.

When you arrived at your friend’s house you already had ten missed calls from Oscar and over forty texts.

Osc

‘I’m so so sorry.’

‘Please come back, I need to fix this.’

‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t want to lose you.’

You threw your phone onto the couch, following right after it. A deep sigh escaped your lips.

Why did you already miss him?

You must’ve fallen asleep because it was only when your phone vibrated from under your body that your eyes adjusted to the bright light.

You groaned, rolling over and finding your phone.

Osc

‘Can you come back and let me apologise, please? I want to fix this, please.’

Another groan escaped your lips. You wanted so bad to just ignore him and never go back. You loved Oscar, of course you did, but you meant it when you said you were done.

But on the other hand, you missed him, even if it had only been a few hours.

You sighed before ringing his number. It only rung once before he picked up.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you whispered back.

It was silent before he spoke again.

“Can I speak and say everything I want to get out before you say anything, please? I don’t want this to come out wrong.”

You sighed gently before answering. “Yeah.”

You could hear him take a deep breath before he continued. “I don’t know why I did what I did. I have the best person in the entire world who loves me unconditionally and I threw that away for some stupid reason.”

“Work is not more important than you,” he sighed once more. “I was an idiot to hesitate, and I know sorry won’t fix that because it’s already hurt you, but I’m still sorry.”

He stopped talking for a bit and you could hear is uneven breathing. “I don’t know how I’m gonna make this up to you, but I want to try. Because I do love you, forever and always just like I told you, and I want you to know that.”

“You’re my girl, and I can’t lose you.”

It was so quiet that you thought he had hung up for a second until you heard him let out a sigh. A frustrated sigh? A sad one? Angry?

You didn’t know.

“I don’t want to lose you, either, Osc. But I can’t have what happened to continue.”

“It won’t. That’s one thing I can promise you.”

You trusted Oscar. When he made a mistake, he learnt from it quickly. You hoped that would continue.

“Can I make you dinner? You don’t have to forgive me now, but I just want to make you something.”

You smiled gently.

“Yeah, you can make me dinner.”

tw : y/n used a few times fc : gracie abrams for a few photos a/n: i love hannah dodd but there are no fics of her so MY TIME TO SHINE this lowkey makes no sense BUT I HAVE NO IDEAS pls send in reqs

summary : hannah and you soft launching (i guess?) you’re a singer too ✅✅

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yourusername : talking about yourself then?

user32 : I GOT TICKETS I GOT TICKETS

user98 : hannah dodd what are you doing here

hdforevq : hannah’s been a fan of y/n for a while now! 🫶🏻

user98 : ohhh that makes sense

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yourusername : forever grateful

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user36 : literally WHO IS IT??

user98 : hannah in the last photo…. perchance….

user12 : such a stretch bfr

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hannahfkdodd : should leave the house more

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hdforevq : yeah that is definitely y/n

masalibaduza : 😉😉

hannahfkdodd : what are you doing ma’am

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hdforevq : a duo i made up except they definitely have met up and hannah’s favourite singer knows she exists

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yourusername : kiss me

hannahfkdodd : i will

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ROBBERS

tw : mentions of blood/injuries, little bit of violence

a/n : another oscspidey fic!! the ‘bad guy’ in this story is not a real person from the marvel universe, i’ve just made them up and their descriptions up to fit this story. also hope i did this request justice because i lowkey suck at writing conflict. enjoyyy and send in requests at any time 🫶🏻

you hadn’t meant to follow him. you were originally just gonna stay at home while he finished his spidey shift, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that oscar was definitely getting himself into something dangerous again, and you wanted to help.

you walked the streets of new york city, cars driving past, your eyes searching the cloudless sky to catch a man in a red suit, swinging from building to building.

you were obviously not paying enough attention because a hand grabbed you from the back, pulling you into a nearby alley. you tried to scream, but a different hand clasped over your mouth. your eyes fell onto the figure in front of you. he had a black ski mask on, his eyes trained on you.

“hey there, pretty! you’re spideys girl aren’t you?” you couldn’t see his mouth, but you could tell he was smiling.

a muffled ‘let me go!’ escaped your lips, but he just smiled harder. you squirmed under his touch, legs kicking out to hit him.

he’d obviously had enough, he shoved you against the wall, head bouncing off the hard concrete.

next thing you know, you blacked out.

the harsh throbbing around your head was enough to make your eyes open. you were slumped against the man, now realising you were on top of a really tall roof.

“good morning. how did you sleep?” you ignored the man, feeling red blood seep down your neck.

“let me go,” you tried to shove his shoulder, but he was stronger.

“shut up so we can wait for your little boyfriend,” the guy murmured, grip getting tighter on your shoulder. it was almost as if oscar had heard him. a flash of red passed by you, and a small smile creeped on your face. “there he is,” the man’s voice was gruff and tight when he spoke.

oscar landed at the other end of the roof, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips. he began to walk over to you, but came to a halt. a cold piece of metal was put against the side of your head. a gun.

“stay there, or i will shoot.”

“let her go. you can have me, but don’t hurt her.”

you shook your head, “how about we just have no one?”

the man beside you laughed, pushing the gun further into your head, enough for it to send a strong ache through the rest of your body.

“here’s what you’re gonna do if you want your pretty lady back. you will tell the world who you are, stop being spider-man, and not say a word to your avenger friends. they don’t need you. they’ll figure this out by themselves, even if that means they lose.”

the more he spoke, the more your heart raced. oscar stared at the man, hand raising to pull his mask off. “don’t you dare,” you said to oscar, shaking your head once more.

his hand stilled on the top of the mask, looking at you and the guy next to you. “i have to.”

“no you don’t. just… just think, okay?”

the guy laughed again. “how cute,” he took a step backwards, even closer to the edge of the roof, hand still on your shoulder, “take it off.”

you almost screamed at how high you were. the building was definitely one of the tallest in the city, and no one could survive that fall. holy shit.

“let her go, please. i’ll… i’ll take off the mask and everything but let her go first.”

you were pushed closer to the edge. “mask off now!”

oscar put his hands out, “alright, alright! i’m doing it. don’t hurt her.”

his hand clasped over the mask, slowly edging it off his face. at the last second, oscar jumped, pushing the man out of the way and grabbing onto you, just before your leg slipped off the edge.

“hey, you’re okay. i got you,” he whispered, hands wrapped tightly around your waist. you buried your head into his chest, hands trying to grab onto him. to make sure he was there.

“osc,” you whispered quietly, watching as the man stood up, aiming the gun at the two of you.

his webs shot out, grabbing onto the gun and throwing it off the roof. “get out of here, dickhead!”

the man, who used to be tough and brave, was now cowardly walking his way off the building and away.

oscar turned back to you, and even if you couldn’t see his face behind the mask, you knew there was worry plastered all over his face. “are you hurt?”

“my head. it’s bleeding, i think.”

he nodded, moving his hand to the back of your head. you winced at the slight contact and he let out a mumbled ‘sorry.’

“let’s get you home, okay?”

oscar was careful about getting you back safely. normally he would swing through the city and end up in his room through the window. but not this time.

he carefully lowered you down the roof, using the ladder, and held your hand the whole way. he chose back alleys to get around the city without many people staring.

and when you finally arrived home, he was attached to your hip. he found the first aid kit, told you to sit on his lap and pressed kisses to your forehead every time you winced.

once oscar had a shower and your head was no longer throbbing like a boombox, you snuggled up next to him in bed.

the two of you didn’t talk, just stayed close together, oscar rubbing your back as a movie played in the distance.

requested by @yearningbtch !

KARMA

tw : mentions of blood/injuries

a/n : everyone always says kimi is spiderman and while, yes, he looks like tom holland SO DOES OSCAR and i will always love oscar as spiderman THATS WHY IM WRITING THIS!!! enjoyy and send in requests at any time 💋

the rain was heavy against the windows, the loud tittering making you glance up every once in a while. you were currently sat in your bed, black hoodie on that definitely did not belong to you, and a cozy book hiding in your lap.

you’d spent most of the rainy day in bed, not bothered to leave your house and explore. you’d done enough of that.

your eyes were trained on the book in your hands, until a knock from your window interrupted your reading. you looked up, spotting a man in a familiar red suit waving at you.

oscar. or as the world knew him, spider-man.

you sighed, a small smile creeping up onto your face, as you climbed out of your comfy bed and over to the window. you opened it, small flickers of rain padding it’s way onto your face as your boyfriend climbed into your room.

“thank you,” he said softly, voice muffled behind the mask he wore. you closed the window, turning around to look over at him.

“hi,” you replied, watching as he took the mask off. his hair was ruffled, small beads of sweat trickling down his nose.

oscar moved to kiss your cheek, but you gently touched his shoulder. “you are very sweaty.”

he groaned, “please. i just had to fight a bunch of bad guys all day.”

you sighed, taking a step forward which instantly made him grin. his lips landed on your cheek, another mumbled thank you escaping his lips.

“do you want to have a shower?

“if that’s okay with you.”

you smiled, walking over to open the drawer that belonged to him. “of course it is,” you picked out sweats and a hoodie. comfy for a rainy day.

oscar grabbed the clothes and headed off to the bathroom. you went to climb back into bed before remembering you forgot to get him a towel.

you grabbed a towel from the cupboard and knocked on the bathroom door. “come in!” his soft voice called and you quietly stepped into the room.

his suit was pulled down to his waist, bruises and cuts scattered across his chest. “oscar,” you breathed out, jaw dropping in the slightest.

he looked down and shook his head. “it’s nothing, i promise.”

you looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed. you wanted to yell at him for saying, ‘it was nothing,’ when it was the complete opposite of nothing. but then you remembered your mum was right down the hall, and that probably wouldn’t give her a good impression on your guys relationship.

you shut the door behind you, fully stepping into the room now and hanging the towel up on the door. “that’s not nothing, oscar. you’re hurt.”

“i promise you, i can’t feel a thing.”

“that’s not good!”

he sighs, walking up to you and putting his arms around your waist gently. “i’m sorry. i’ll be more careful next time.”

“you say that every single time,” he looks at you and you could of sworn he was trying to give you puppy eyes. “oscar jack piastri!”

“fine.”

“can i at least clean them for you? so you don’t die of an infection.”

he nodded, slowly stepping back so he was leaning against the counter. “clean away.”

you grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink, instructing oscar to sit on the toilet seat. you poured antibacterial onto a small makeup pad.

“this will sting,” you mumbled, looking at the big cut he had across the middle of his chest.

he sighed, lifting his head up to look at the ceiling. “okay.”

you smiled gently, raising his hand to press a kiss to his knuckles before gently dabbling the pad onto the wound. small winces escaped his lips, along with his hand squeezing yours tightly.

“there you go,” he looked down at you, a pained expression still on his face. “are you okay?” you asked, smile still playing on your lips.

he nodded and you laughed. “you’re so brave, spidey.”

“i know,” he grumbled, sitting up a bit straighter as the antibacterial soaked into his skin.

you stood up, wanting to get off the bathroom floor. “you do need to be more careful. i’m serious.”

he looked up at you, “i know. i will try, i promise. but it’s not easy when all your fighting are local robbers.”

you raised an eyebrow at him, “i thought you were like doing the big stuff?”

“i’m meant to be!” his hands flew in the air as he spoke, “but mark won’t let me. he says i’m too young which is so not true!”

you stared at him blankly. “who’s mark again?”

“mark. mark webber.”

that didn’t ring a bell.

“iron man.”

that clicked in your mind. “oh him! continue.”

oscar stared at you with a small smile. “it’s just annoying. i know i’m good enough to be in the avengers but for some reason he just doesn’t see it. to him, i’m just a kid.”

you could see oscar was upset and you sighed, walking over to him. you crouched down so you were eye level with him. “you don’t have to be apart of the avengers to be a good superhero, oscar. you save and help so many people every single day. little kids are constantly talking about you all the time.

“that’s something to be proud of. you’ll get to do the big stuff soon, i know you will, but it’s not a bad thing to be everyones friendly neighbourhood spider-man. it has a nice ring to it.”

he smiled at you gently, and you ruffled his hair, kissing his forehead. “i love you, my super special spider-man.”

“i love you too.”

you stood back up. “now shower. you smell like you fell into a garbage bin,” you mumbled, walking out of the bathroom.

oscar laughed gently, watching as you exited the room.

natalia dyer smau

tw : none!

a/n : simple but i wanted to be loved by natalia dyer

yourusername : found this beautiful girl

nattyiceoffical : “found” baby we’re dating

—> yourusername : fine. beautiful girl is the new caption

—> user100 : THEY’RE DATING???

user8 : oh my gosh this is not a drill GUYS GUYS

sadie_sink : my parents

yourusername : she used to be so small😭😭😭😭

nattyiceoffical : where did you find this

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user7 : baby nat

—> yourusername : i just wanna hug her and kiss her and take away all her worries

yourusername : flowers for the pretty lady

nattyiceoffical : why do you only post me

—> yourusername : because i 🌋 you

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—> yourusername : it’s meant to be lava. i lava you!!!!get it???

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max verstappen smau

tw : none!

a/n : social media fics are so simple and easy to make but incredibly cute so hope you enjoyed reader just obsessing over max being a four time champion

yourusername : my boy is a four time world champion

maxverstappen1 : i love you

—> yourusername : four times☹️☹️☹️

—> user1 : AND SHES BEEN THERE FOR ALL OF THEM OH MY DAYS

redbullracing : hes done it again!! 1️⃣

—> yourusername : FOURTIMES😭😭

maxnumber1 : the best driver ever

maxverstappen1 : four time world champ and unbelievably thankful

yourusername : i’m too emotional for this

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—> user45 : SHE LOVES HIM SO BAD

—> maxandyou : the only couple ever

oscarpiastri : congratulations!

redbullracing : THE MAN

requested by @stonemeffext !

ABOUT YOU

tw : mentions of a break up

a/n : first time writing a max fic and first time trying to be aesthetic (ashley helped) HOPE YOU ENJOYY

you’d been doing photography for as long as you could remember. it all started when you were little, watching people in the big city’s pause to take pictures, capturing the right angle so the light would reflect perfectly off the building. from that moment you knew that was what you wanted to do.

and then came the studying. going to university every single day, studying for four years and not giving up even when it was the only thing you ever wanted to do.

and then meeting the love of your life.

max verstappen. you met him just when he joined formula one, both of you being seventeen and young, stupid teenagers, except for the fact that he was driving a car at 200mph.

that was until you guys broke up, just as you finished your degree. he had just won his first world championship, and you had finally been getting jobs, great jobs, but it wasn’t enough.

now he was a four time world champion and you were off taking pictures for some of the biggest people of the world.

that’s where you were today.

you had got an anonymous call saying you had a photoshoot to do. no other information, just the date and place. you had brushed it off. money was money.

now you stood in an beautiful room, wooden walls and cameras propped up against the wall, many to your selection. in the corner sat a small mini kitchen, a bubbler next to it.

you had your camera wrapped around your neck, fingers pressing deeply into the edges. nerves.

when the door opposite of you clicked open, you let out a sigh of relief. “this way, max and isack. yes, she’s in here, max, you knew this!”

your heart dropped at the two names, and it dropped even more when your eyes fell onto the three people who now stood in front of you.

max was older now, obviously, but so much that you had barely processed it was him. he was taller, his blonde, yet brunette at the same time, hair was longer but neatly trimmed. he stood in his redbull suit, sponsors scattered all over the blue, watch on wrist and helmet in his hands.

you could feel the woman who was standing inbetween the two staring at you so you averted your gaze from max and to her. “hi, sorry, i wasn’t expecting to see you guys here,” you mumbled, sticking your hand out to shake hers.

she shook your hand, smiling, “yes, so sorry about the weird call,” she paused, pointing to max, “he insisted i make it short and simple.”

your eyes fell back to him who caught your eye before looking away.

“it’s okay, don’t worry,” you said, keeping your gaze on him for a second longer.

you looked over at isack, only knowing who he was from the little of formula one you still watched, “hi, how are you?” you asked, smiling, hands returning to your camera.

conversations were spread between you and isack, max not speaking, just staring at the wall that stood behind you. when it was time to take photos, you could of sworn he always avoided his gaze from the camera lens, making the job harder than it should have been.

“hey, max?” he looked up, eyes wide, hand falling to his lap.

“yes?”

you tapped the lens of the camera, giving him a slight smile. “camera is here.”

he nodded, shifting to look where you asked him to.

“right.”

you took photos of both the drivers, individual and ones together. isack was good at making the room easier to breath in, his jokes cracking the tension between you and max.

when the photoshoot wrapped up, you felt a pang of sadness in your heart. it hurt you that you and max had been so awkward, but also glad that the two of you hadn’t talked.

so, you decided that you had had enough. you placed your camera onto a nearby chair, walking over to max. “hey,” you said quietly, attempting to grab his attention.

he spun around, the redbull cap, which had the number 3 on it, beaming proudly on his head, a plastic cup full of water in his hand.

“hi,” he breathed out. the two of you paused, staring at each other before he spoke up, “how are you? how have you… been?”

you smiled, eyes meeting his. “good. really good. you?”

he placed the cup down on the bench behind him. “yeah. i’m good too. look i just wanted to say-“

you cut him off, shaking your head. “don’t. i don’t want to talk about what happened and i don’t want apologies because we were both wrong.”

“yeah but-“

“max,” you raised an eyebrow, the familiar look you would always give him leaving a sharp pang in his heart.

“fine,” he sighed, wiping his face and looking back at you, “can i take you out for dinner, then? to make up for it.”

you froze, jaw slightly dropping. “what?”

he froze as well, standing up straighter. “you know what, never mind. forget i said it. i’m sorry.” he walked off but you caught his arm, smiling.

“i’d love to go out to dinner with you.”

max stared at you for a second before smiling. “really?”

“really.”

“great, okay well i’ll-“ he stumbled on his words and you laughed, making him laugh as well. “i’ll call you?”

“same number.”

“great,” you released your grip on his arm, standing on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his cheek.

“bye max.”

his cheeks turned pink as he walked backwards and over to isack. “bye,” he mumbled, turning around.

requested by @stonemeffext !!