The door slides open, and Max slides in, turning to face Charles as he enters. The silence wraps around them as the doors close, the space shrinking as the elevator begins its smooth ascent.
Charles steps in closer, not quite touching, but near enough that Max can feel the heat radiating from him. His eyes trace over Max’s features, lingering on his lips before flicking back up to meet his eyes. The space between them feels charged, ready to snap.
Max’s voice cuts through the tension, low and edged with amusement. “Careful, Charles. Unless you’re ready to put on a show for whoever’s watching that camera,” he tilts his head ever so slightly toward the discreet black lens in the corner, “you might want to think twice.”
Charles’s gaze flicks upward, taking in the tiny lens that seems to mock his need. His jaw tightens, muscles working as he reigns in the urge to close the distance between them. “You’re the one who’s been pushing,” he mutters, the tension in his voice barely controlled. “You think I’m going to break first?”
Max’s eyes narrow, and the smirk turns almost wicked. He leans in, not touching, but close enough that Charles can feel the ghost of his breath on his skin. “I don’t just think so,” he murmurs, voice dripping with promise. “I know it.” His eyes drop to Charles’s mouth, hovering, teasing. “When that door closes behind us, I’m going to have you so desperate, you’ll forget every shred of control you think you have.”
Charles’s pulse quickens, the tension thrumming in his veins. His voice comes out low, challenging. “I don’t beg.”
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Thank you to @welcometololaland and @orchidscript and @leaves-of-laurelin for the tags on inspiration weekend.
Tonight I present to you a little bit of visual vibes on Watermelon Sugar my Threesgiving work (coming very very soon) that I am co-writing with @heybuddy-drabbles
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Summary: Poe is crashing hard on you, another pilot. Now he just has to find the courage to tell you.
A/N: Another cowrite with @inhumanshadows, this time we’re writing for Poe! It’s been a hot second since I’ve got a Poe story out and it makes me happy.
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Poe was dodging the blaster fire of the TIE fighters chasing him. "Blast. I just need a good get around." BB8 beeped in acknowledgment. "Keep an eye out BB!" He continued to doge while trying to find a clear opening to turn around.
"I got ya!" Before he knew it your B-wing came swooping in. Powering up your canons you shot out your laser hitting all of the TIEs in one swoop. "WWOOOAAAH! That's what I'm talking about! You're all clear Poe!"
"Right! Thanks (Y/N)!" Poe hit in the coordinates for hyperspace while you did the same. "See you back at the base."
"Not if I see you first."
You couldn't see from your ship but Poe was blushing hard.
You circled back, headed towards the base informing the general as well as the hangar crew of what transpired. You landed in the hangar with no problems, jumping out while the other crew members started to look over the ship and see what needed repairs.
You gasp as you take off your helmet, running your fingers through your sweaty hair. Before leaving to head to your quarters, you see Poe's X-wing land.
"Looks like I win Poe!!" You shout as you leave.
Poe only shook his head. "Show off." The cockpit opened and Poe took off his helmet, shaking out his hair. Stepping down the ladder, BB8 was set beside him. "Good job BB. Another good mission." Bwoop.
"So you're saying (Y/N) DIDN'T need to save you?" The familiar voice of Finn said behind him.
"Oh ha ha. I could have taken them out if he hadn't intervened." Boop. "You little traitor! If you like him so much go be his droid."
Bwoop Beep "No! Don't you 'Fine I will' me!!." Poe says, face in shock.
Finn rolls his eyes at his dramatic friend. "so... when are you gonna do it man?"
Poe stops glaring at his droid to look at Finn confused. "Do what? Let BB-8 be Y/N's droid? Never"
"No..." Finn sighs. "when are you gonna ask Y/N out on a date? I mean now would be best, the First Order is quiet and we're all here..."
Poe blushed. "I don't know what you're talking about." He set his helmet on a tool box and averted his gaze to look anywhere other than Finn.
Finn only laughed at him before clapping his shoulder. "Poe, buddy. The First Order's getting more bold and we never know what'll happen. You should take the chances that are in front of you. I see the way you look at him and I see how he looks at YOU. You can talk to him on missions, why can't you just do it now?"
Poe finally sighed and gave in. "Fine. I just...don't know how to talk to him. It's different when we're on a mission, on a mission we know we're partners looking out for each other. When we're not..." Poe got quiet.
"When you're not you're back to being just people. Don't worry, just talk to him. The worst thing he can do is say no...which I KNOW he won't." Finn gave a pat to his shoulder before leaving. "Come on BB, Rey wanted you to help her train." BEEP!
Poe just watches as Finn and his droid disappear around a corner. Poe didn't want to admit it but Finn had a point. He shouldn't have a problem talking to you when you're out of the cockpits.
"Won't know unless I try will I?" He asks the empty hallway.
Well... first stop... a shower, He tells himself.
While in the shower Poe couldn't help but let his mind wonder about all the possibilities that could happen with him asking. The worst you could say was no. No that wasn't the worst! You could laugh at him, you could get angry, maybe you wouldn't want to be anywhere near him anymore. There were lots of bad possibilities and Poe didn't like it. He hadn't realized he was trying to talk himself out of talking to you until he realized he had been in the shower for almost twenty minutes.
"Oh...Karabast."
Turning off the shower he stepped out a dried off with a towel. Once he was tried off he slipped on some underwear and began to clean up. Somehow, he still had enough courage to talk to you and he was going to be sure he looked good. Going to his closet he pulled out his new jacket, a shirt and some firm fitting pants. Once he was fully dressed he gave one last pep talk to himself in the mirror. "You can do this. You've talked to him lots of times. Just pretend you're on a mission."
After a few more moments of psyching himself up in the mirror, Poe turned towards the door.
It flung open with a loud fwoosh and Poe let out a very manly squeak.
“Oh hey Poe.” You said, waving. “I- um was wondering if you wanted to get our usual post battle drinks?”
For a while Poe didn't respond, just looked at you. Of course you'd already be there.
"Hello? You alright Poe?"
You waved a hand in front of his face and it snapped him out of his trace. His face turned bright red. "I'm fine." His voice cracked and he noticed, so did you. "I-I mean I'm fine. Yeah let's get drinks." He didn't wait for an answer before he slipped past you and began walking to the cantina. You stared at him confused but ultimately shrugged and followed him
The two of you got to the cantina and took a seat at the bar. "I'll take a glass of Naboo Nector."
"And I'll have a Tatooine sunset please."
The bar droid got to work on your drinks and it got quiet between the two of you. "So..." You said first.
"So..." He said after.
Come on Poe! Say something!!
“Nice flying out there Y/N! Way to save my ass..” He says awkwardly.
Really??? That’s what he decided to say???
You stare at him after he says that and can't help but laugh.
"Oh my god! You really suck at this don't you?"
Poe blushed again and looked away. "What do you mean? I was just saying-"
"I know what you were saying. And thanks but what do you really have on your mind? I've never seen you act this awkward before and honestly it's both adorable and scary." You laughed again causing him to groan.
You pat his back as he sips at his drink. "Hey... relax. it's just me. You can talk to me about anything man."
"anything?" Poe asks. You nod. "Okay so I like this guy and he's just so awesome and cool. But I don't know how to talk to him without being weird."
"Okay... well I mean Finn's pretty chill so..."
"Finn? Who said anything about Finn?"
"Oh! I just thought...You and Finn are so close so I figured that's who you were talking about."
Poe laughed and took another drink. "Finn's great but he's not the one I'm talking about." He then got enough courage and looked you in the eyes. "I'm talking about someone else."
You gulp as you look him in the eyes. Not really sure what to say now, any sort of confidence you had was quickly fading. "So...who ARE you talking about?" Your voice was getting more quiet.
He only smiled. "I think you know."
You look at him confused and try to wrack your brain.
“Oh... OH!! You mean me?” You ask.
“Yes you ya dork. I like you a lot. Like really like you.”
You blush as he says that but soon you can't stop the wide smile that grows on your face. "Really? I-I like you too."
You look him in the eyes again and when you look at him you can't help but seem him in a different light. He no longer was just a friend, he was and always has been, someone you cared deeply for.
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I have ALWAYS wanted to do a STALKER theme fic and here we go!
There are no lights at all, no moon, no stars, making the streets far darker and emptier than they should be. Every footstep echoes rhythmically and dangerously close to waking up the entire neighborhood that's sound asleep in their land of dreams. Sammi Hashimoto rampages her purse briefly for the keys by the front porch and within the few steps, she's more than ready to leave the streets- the unsettling darkness that reveals nothing but conceals everything.
She couldn't tell how but she simply could sense the shadows hiding among the streets, perhaps a dark figure or nightmare of sort, lingering and watching her from afar. Quickly turning the knob, she pushes her way inside and shuts the door along with the multiple locks.
She flips the switch and turns around with a gasp while the overhead lights flicker and burst to life- something is missing, again! It may be oblivious to others but she's a big believer on every little things matter and once she's reached the desk to double check that one, it's definitely been touched and two the newly brought angel snow globe which’s added to the collection from last week is now nowhere to be found.
Instead, something else has caught her attention, something else entirely. A pink post-it with the almost long forgotten handwriting she wishes to never see again- "I am back. Miss me, baby?"
Frozen in horror and disgust, Sammi Hashimoto trembles under dimmed lights, crying helplessly in her one bedroom apartment and lets out a loud yelp at the unexpected knock on the door.
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Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen | Ch 1/3 | By Randomwordsonpaper and adutchlover
Charles lets his gaze wander through the apartment, taking in the details with that quiet curiosity Max knows too well. He stops in front of the trophies lined up on a shelf—the four replicas of Max’s championships and the original, gleaming in the center. For a second, admiration flickers across Charles’s face. Max knows that look; he knows Charles wants that feeling someday, and part of him can’t blame him.
Charles turns, and Max sees a quiet smile on his face before it fades. “I, um… I received an invitation. From… The Invitation,” he starts, clearing his throat, and Max notices the nervous way his hands fidget.
“Ah, what an original name. Congratulations?” Max offers, barely containing a smirk.
Charles narrows his eyes, exasperation creeping in. “There’s a catch.”
“Do I even want to know?”
“They also invited you.”
Max’s expression morphs into an exaggerated look of shock, complete with wide eyes and raised brows. “Wow, what a shame, then.”
OR: Max and Charles are invited to appear together on a popular podcast. They have a lot to talk about and a lot of tension building up.
LESTAPPEN • 2024 SEASON • FRIENDS TO SOMETHING TO LOVERS • INFIDELITY (not between them) • IT GETS WORST BEFORE GETTING BETTER • HURT/COMFORT • HAPPY ENDING EVENTUALLY
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Each message left unanswered, left unopened. Max couldn’t bring himself to respond. He knew what Daniel wanted - to talk, to check in, to fix things. But there was nothing to fix. Not really. There was just the empty feeling that lingered in his chest, a feeling he couldn’t explain or push away. He knew Daniel would keep trying, but Max wasn’t ready to talk to anyone - not about the last races, not about Zandvoort, not about Charles, not about anything.
His phone buzzed again, but he simply ignored it, keeping his eyes on the track. He turned into another corner, but his mind wasn’t on the simulation ahead of him, not really.
“Shit!” Max cursed as his car veered off the track, the screech of tires and the flash of “crash” on the screen pulling him back to reality. He yanked off his headset in frustration and threw it onto the desk, the thud it made as it hid the hardwood tabletop.
The silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the sounds of his race that had filled his ears moments before. He stared at the now blank screen in front of him, his thoughts a jumbled mess. He needed to stop thinking about it. About Charles.
