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Hello ! Me again with another request 😉

Can you write something where Max F and the reader are best friends like very close best friends and the reader went to studie abroad in South Africa, she went there to do a 6 months Erasmus and a internship of couples months in the wine industry. Their friends come to visit her all together and sometimes just Max, living clues for the fan the family and friends on social media when it’s only Max and her on trip (so they can talk about everything, how he and her are feeling, him with thinking going back to racing..) and then around Goodwood festival she comes home to surprise them after several months without seeing each other’s and see Max race and after they are going to silverstone all the weekend to watch Lando race and to be to be there for Max for all the quadrant thing. Plus everyone is so happy that she’s back, the fans living the contents, interaction between the two of them, even with fans, that they are given and secretly wants them to be together;)

I think I Have a million ideas for request with Max F 😂

Thankkk youuuu

Hi Anon! So sorry that this took so long to get to you. (i wont burden you with all my excuses 😬) honestly, send all your ideas, throw them at me. Hope you enjoy ❤️

Home - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 1719 words // just a lot of missing places and people

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Home away from was beautiful. The view from my bedroom window was just vineyards that stretched out for acres. I sat on my bed watching as the sunset turned the sky golden. My colleges had been right: there was nothing quite like an African sunset.

It had been an enjoyable two months so far but as I got used to the new routine, homesickness was starting to creep in. of course the people here were nice; different from what I was used to; but I missed my friends.

Bzzzt! My phone buzzed in my hand.

“Hi, Max,” I said as I answered.

“Hey. Are you busy?”

“If I was busy, would I have picked up?”

“Ok, fair point.”

Talking on the phone, my best friend sounded so nearby: like I could reach out and touch him.

“So, how’s it been? Are you missing us yet?” Max asked and I could feel my chest pull tight.

“Yeah, it’s been good. ‘Lekker’ as the locals say.”

That made him chuckle.

“And?” He prompted.

“And I do miss you guys. A lot,” I said as I fiddled with the hem of my shirt. “It kind of hit me toady how long it’s going to be before I see anyone again.”

The line went quiet for a moment and I was afraid we’d lost connection.

Max finally broke the silence.

“Well, about that…”

It was chaos. But it was exactly what I had expected it to be. Max had been the first person to hug me at the airport and for a brief moment, as I was held in his arms, it felt like I was home.

The entire drive back to the wine estate was noisy: everyone catching me up on what had been going on, where they’d been. Occasionally id interrupt just to give them the run down on the SA lingo (“it’s called a ‘robot’ not a traffic light.”) and that would cause even more chaos and the cycle would start over again.

I knocked on the door to Max’s room before going in. he looked up from his unpacking and smiled.

“Hey…”

“Hey,” I said back.

“Before I forget, L and L told me to tell you they’re sorry that they cnt make it.”

“Yeah, its fine.” I sat on the bed. “The fact that you guys came at all is…”

Max plopped down next to me, taking my hand in his.

“We weren’t going to let you go lonely. I certainly wasn’t even if no one else wanted to come.”

It felt good to have my best friend next to me again. To hear his voice in person. Breath the same air.

“Is that why you’re staying longer than everybody else?” I asked.

“Sort of.” He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. “Plus, I wanted to make sure you and I got some time together without anyone else…”

Max was cut off but his phone buzzing and Niran’s name lit up the screen.

“Doing that…” He finished before answering.

I simply waited and thought about how lucky I was to have Max in my life.

The week I spent with my friends was probably the most fun id had since id arrived three, almost four, months ago. We went all over the vineyard, into town, to the river with the little waterfall (despite it not being warm enough to swim). Id laughed so hard my cheeks had hurt and talked so much I thought my tongue would fall out. I had missed them. And I was probably going to miss them even more when they left.

The night before they were due to fly out, we had a huge barbeque (sorry, a braai) curtesy of the estate owner.

I sat with my shoulders tucked under Max’s arm, savouring the scene of my friends enjoying themselves.

“Smile for the camera!” someone called out just as Max and I were blinded by the flash. “Naw, that’s so cute. Definitely posting that one.”

Max just sighed as I laughed.

“You wont really miss that, will you?” he asked.

“Maybe. But it is the only reason we have any photos together.”

“True.”

I thought about it for a second.

“Promise me that while its just you and me this next week, we’ll take some photos.”

Max looked me in the eyes.

“Promise.”

Despite having to get back to work and Max having some of his own duties to attend to, I took every moment I could spare to spend time with him.

“Did I tell you that I’ve been asked to drive at Goodwood this year?”

We sat outside in the sun, eating lunch together.

“No, you didn’t. That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, it’s going to be pretty cool.”

Max took a bit of his food even though it looked like he had more to say. It was like he wasn’t sure if he should say It or not.

“If someone gave you the chance to race again,” I said. “Would you?”

“In a heartbeat,” he answered without hesitation. “Funny you should ask that because it’s been on my mind a lot recently.”

“If it means anything to you, I think you should go for it.”

“Of course, it means something to me,” Max said, almost laughing. “Your opinion means everything to me.”

I felt my cheeks go warm and swiftly changed the topic to something that wouldn’t make me feel mushier inside.

Late morning sun peaked through the window and warmed up the room. I lay with my head on Max’s lap as he sat in his bed.

“So, no girlfriend then?” I continued to badger him.

“No,” Max laughed.

“No boyfriend either?”

“Shut up.” Max covered my mouth with his hand. “There’s no one back home. No one can replace you anyways.”

My eyes went wide as I looked at him. His lazy smile; messy curls; those ocean-esc eyes.

Max removed his hand as he spoke.

“Do you want me to have a girlfriend?”

Truthfully, I didn’t. I wanted to keep him all to myself.

“I want you to be happy, Max.”

He didn’t even pause before he spoke again.

“I’m happy when I’m with you.”

Slowly, I sat up. Max and I were so close, I could’ve sworn I could hear his heartbeat.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while now,” Max said quietly, his eyeline shifting all over my face. “But I don’t know if I’m brave enough to do it.”

“Do it anyways,” I encouraged him.

Max didn’t need a second invitation before pressing his lips onto mine.

‘Aw, so cute!’

‘If Max doesn’t marry them, I will.’

‘Lucky…’

‘Power couple ❤️’

I scrolled through the comments on the Instagram post. It was a selection of photos of us together from the time we’d spent together in South Africa. The caption read ‘I’ll see you again soon ❤️’

I laughed quietly to myself in the back of the taxi. Little did Max know exactly how soon it would be.

“Aaaah! You’re back!”

In spite of the clouds in the sky, I felt radiant as I hugged Ria tightly.

“We’re so glad you’re here!” She spoke.

“I’m happy to be back.” We stepped apart. “I mean South Africa was beautiful but…”

“You belong here,” Ria completed my sentence for me.

“Look who it is!” Lando’s voice was a sound for sore ears.

I beamed as he and Luisa came into view.

“Hey, you two!”

The greetings kept coming as more people joined us but finally, we got down to business.

“Max went to suit up,” Lando informed me. “He should be driving in about ten minutes.”

Luisa took my arm and lead me, and everyone else, out of the Quadrant gazebo.

“I can’t wait to see him,” I confessed.

“Don’t worry,” Lando said. “He’s keen to see you too. Even if he doesn’t know it yet.”

The crowd cheered as the old McLaren pulled up. A light drizzle was coming down but we didn’t care. I especially didn’t care even though someone kindly tried to hold an umbrella over my head. I was leaning too far over the barrier for it to be of any use.

Eventually, the driver climbed out, sporting his black and yellow Quadrant race suit and his specially designed helmet (that I’d helped him to choose). I could feel the energy of everyone behind me as they waited for Max to notice.

Instead, he took his sweet time removing his gear, talking to the reporters, posing for photos.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Lando mumbled before yelling out. “Oi! Max! Look over here, mate!”

After two agonising months apart, Max’s eyes met mine. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing; his mouth fell open and he froze.

I felt people pushing and lifting me over the barriers and it took no time at all before I found myself in Max’s embrace.

“What are you doing here, love?” He sounded stunned.

Oh, I’d missed that voice in my ear.

“I’m home,” was all I could say.

Max kissed me deeply, much to the delight of all our friends who cheered loudly.

But honestly, none of that mattered. I was with my best friend once again.

“When was the last time you were at a Grand Prix?”

I could barely hear Max over the hustle and bustle around us. It was the one thing that I felt like I could never get used to: all the chaos of a race weekend.

I stood up on my toes to reach Max’s ear.

“Probably about a year ago. Last year’s British GP.”

He nodded before placing a kiss on my head.

“Can we get a picture of the happy couple?” The Quadrant photographer positioned himself in front of us.

I felt Max’s arm slip around my waist as I sidled up to him.

“Lovely, lovely,” the photographer said and I heard the click click of the camera shutter. “And another one. Thanks. The fans are going to love these.”

And just like that he was gone again.

I stayed at Max’s side, safe from anything and everything.

“Are you alright, love?” He asked, fingers trailing up and down my side.

I smiled at him: my friend, my partner, my love.

“I’m just glad to be home.”

#yeet!#take this and that!#hoenstly Anon i was really excited about adding all the south africanisms #this country really is one of a kind #also if you want to allocate yourself a nickname for your asks you are totally welcome to do that #max fewtrell fanfic #max fewtrell x reader #Mouse Writes #ThatKindaVibe

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selineram3421 · 11 months

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*screams into the void*

Isekai'd

Part 3: Presence of An Angel

Part 2

Vash (Tristamp) X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ cussing-again, blood, all caps for screeching, Vash being a bit of a weirdo ⚠

The paper that smacked your face ended up being Vash's wanted poster.

Oh shit! This is so cool! You thought looking at the paper with sparkling eyes.

Eventually you had to put it away. You didn't want it to get messed up.

The coat you bought worked amazingly well, keeping you cool from the heat and protected from the random hot gusts of wind.

The Tomas you rented was slightly more blue than green. It was honestly fun though, probably the closest thing you got to riding a horse.

"I'm gonna name you Kevin!"

Then after a long while of riding through the desert in silence, you got bored.

I wish I had a music player. You sighed. Well I could just sing.

Singing for you only happened when no one was around. And since it was the desert, there was no one.

Yeah, why the hell not. You decided and started singing.

"I can't see where you're comin' from

But I know just what you're runnin' from

And what matters ain't the who's baddest but the

Ones who stop you falling from your ladder

When you feel like you're feeling now

And doin' things just to please your crowd

But I love you like the way I love you

And I suffer but I ain't gonna cut you 'cause

This ain't no place for no hero"

You sang out, geeking out a bit how this was the perfect song to sing in the desert.

Then the night rolled in and you had to stop, setting up camp after making sure the area was safe enough to do so.

"I hope there's no worms around.", you mumble while trying to figure out how to set up the tent. "How the fuck do I do this?"

Kevin was chilling out by the camp fire you made, sitting like a chicken resting in a nest, feathers all ruffled up to keep warm. Leaving the tent unmade, you make your way over to the Tomas and sit next to them, pulling your coat closed as you leaned back on them.

"Good night Kevin.", you pat the bird. "Peck anyone trying to rob or kill me.", you say with a yawn before knocking out.

✴

Blinking your eyes open, you saw the glass ceiling of a familiar ship.

"Ah fuck.", you grumble and sit up.

Why am I always lying down on the ground? You wonder.

Looking around, you find yourself alone.

Not wanting to sit around, you stand up and start walking. The flowers were swaying slightly, like a breeze just passed by recently. As you continued, you noticed that you were walking to the tree that you first woke up by.

Now standing under it, there was an odd need to close your eyes, so you did.

All of a sudden there was a tug on your clothes from behind. Turning to see who did it, you find a small boy with blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and a beauty mark just under his left eye.

"Wow.", you end up saying.

"Wow?", the boy repeats, tilting his head to the side.

"Oh, sorry!", you let out a small laugh and give him a closed eyed smile. "I just couldn't hold back my awe about how pretty your eyes are!"

What you don't see is the boy smiling at you.

✴

"How pretty.", you mumble, slowly blinking your eyes open.

Only to see blue-green eyes staring into yours.

"AAAAAHHHH!", you screech and kick the person in the face on instinct.

"AAH-OW!", the man yelps and holds his nose as he falls back.

You scramble to stand up, now wide awake and take in who the hell thought it was a good idea to watch you sleep.

"Ow ow ow OW!", the guy says in pain. "That really hurt!" He was curled up into a ball, squirming around like a worm out of the dirt. "Geez, you've got a good kick."

Blonde, red jacket, prosthetic arm- You listed off. Holy shit, I just kicked Vash The Stampede!

"Oh shit! Are you ok!?", you say and rush over, kneeling down next to him. "What the heck man, you shouldn't ever be that close to some sleeping stranger!"

"Now I know. Hahaha..", the blonde laughs and cringes in pain. "Thank goodness I didn't have my shades on."

You didn't notice that his signature yellow shades were off, but that didn't matter at the moment. "Let me see your nose.", you say and try to move his hands away.

"No no! Its bleeding and that's not a pretty sight.", he tries to wave it off.

"Oh please, I've seen worse.", you roll your eyes and move his hands. "Being a medic and all, there's a lot of gross things that I see."

He lets you move his hands a bit reluctantly.

You try your best not to blush when seeing all of his face.

Damn this man is beautiful.

His nose isn't broken from what you can tell, but it does need to stop bleeding.

"Excuse me for a moment.", you say and pinch the bottom of his nose. "Lean forward.", you say and guide him. "Can you hold your nose like this while I get something from my pack?", you ask.

He nods, staying in the position you told him to.

Letting him take over, you rush to your medic backpack and dig through it to find the cold compress that you made.

After getting it, you crack the rectangled compress like a glowstick and shake it. Making your way back to the blonde, you see that he's looking at the item in your hand curiously.

"Its like an ice pack.", you say and kneel down, carefully pacing it on his nose. "Sorry for kicking you in the face."

"Sorry for giving you such a spook.", he smiles.

Did not expect to meet the main character like this. You beat yourself up and cry internally. I kicked him in the face.

"Gotta keep it there for fifteen to twenty minutes.", you say and let him hold the cold compress.

It was early in the morning, the suns weren't even up yet but the sky was slowly turning a lighter blue.

Ah damn, I forgot to look at the starts last night. You frown, looking up at the sky. I've got tonight, so no worries.

Then you remember that the man in front of you was watching you sleep.

"Hey mister.", you look at him with a confused glare.

"Hm?", he looks up at you.

"Why were you watching me sleep?", you ask.

...

"Oh, hahahaha!", the blonde laughs nervously.

He'd probably be rubbing the back of his neck if his hands weren't busy. You thought.

"Its not every day you see a sleeping beauty!"

Brain functions are at a halt.

You look at him in shock.

Did he just-? The feeling of your face heating up creeps forward, and you even feel your ears turning red.

"I thought you were an angel! Hahaha!", he continues.

This mother fucker-! You feel yourself puff out steam from the top of your head. Wait, I can do that?

"What is this? You trying to sweeten me up so I don't beat the crap out of you?", you grumble.

He just smiles at you like the dork he is.

"Whatever.", you huff and get up.

Putting your camp stuff away, you tie the tent and sleeping cot onto Kevin's saddle. It being easier to have there than on your pack all the time.

Vash had been on the run again, narrowly escaping being shot at from behind.

It didn't take long for the sky to go dark.

After a few hours of walking in the desert, he noticed a camp fire in the distance. Hoping it was someone who could spare food, he made his way over.

"Hey there friend! Sorry to interrupt but could you-", he then paused after seeing that the person was out cold. "Ah shoot."

The Tomas they had turned to look at him, letting out a squawk.

"Hn.", the sleeping person started to shift.

"Ah! Sh! Shhh!", Vash hurriedly went over to keep the bird quiet. "Hey now, you don't wanna wake them up!", he whisper shouted.

The giant bird let out another shreak before pecking him on the head.

"Ow! Hey, I'm not doing anything!", he fought with the bird a bit before it finally stopped trying to hurt him. "Whew.."

Taking another look at the sleeping traveler, he saw that they were now lying on their back, face now visible.

As if in some sort of trance, he made his way over, kneeling down just to the side of them.

The camp fire went out but it wasn't long till the sky started lightening up, signifying that the suns would soon show up. The light seemed to help the sleeping beauty glow, as if they were a fallen star.

"Wow.", Vash mumbled in awe, taking his shades off to get a better look.

"How pretty."

He didn't noticed they woke up until they screamed.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

"AAH-!", he screeched but it soon turned into a yelp of pain. "OW!"

They kicked him in the face.

Poor Vash. But really, he should have been more careful.

~Seline, the person.

Next: Part 4

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