Little Backstabber
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Wolff!Reader
Warning: Angst, angst just pure angst, some fluff, Max is a Toto apologist, the reader is just hurting, Max has no respect for that
Requested: Yes/No
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2.3K
A/N: Hahahahaha I’m sorry (not really)
Part 1: Little Traitor
Pt.3 Little Heartbreaker
Breaking News: Max Verstappen and Y/N Wolff Announce Their Engagement
Toto stares out the window as Susie reads the newspaper out loud during breakfast. Laying the newspaper down, she gazes at her husband as he doesn't say a word, not even turning to acknowledge what she has read.
"Toto, maybe tell her how happy you are for her?" Susie mumbles over her coffee cup, which has his eyes cut to her.
"I called my daughter a slut; she doesn't want to hear from me. But, can you?" He asks, laying his glasses down as he rubs his eyes.
"No, I will not." Susie snips, sitting her cup down harshly.
He just nods, not preaching the topic anymore since it's been a strain between them.
"Y/n? Angel? Where are you?" Max yells, seeing your boxes piled up in his place, but it doesn't make him angry; pride and other cavemen's feelings cover his mind as he stops seeing you in the kitchen.
You danced in the kitchen wearing a Redbull shirt and dark blue panties, clearly, nothing else. Hair is thrown up, and you are just enjoying yourself.
"God, I love you." He whispers, still not letting you know he is home. Home. It was weird for you to call this place home, but it felt right.
You spin around but stop halfway to seeing the figure and scream.
Max laughs, which calms you down immediately, knowing it is your fiance and not some stranger. You hold your chest, trying to calm down as he just reduces to giggles walking up to you, pulling your hands gently. You let him pull your body into his, both bodies molding perfectly in the hug as he whispers comforting words.
"You scared me." You laugh, rubbing his back as his chest shakes yours with his laugh again.
"Oh het spijt me, zat gewoon naar mijn bloedmooie verloofde te staren." (Oh I'm sorry, was just staring at my gorgeous fiancee) He laughs making you slap his chest.
You've started to perfect your Dutch after Max proposed to you; you had always spoken Dutch, but not comfortably, and now you could converse with him.
"The press released our engagement announcement today. It's in the newspapers." He mumbles, leaning back slightly to kiss your forehead.
"Yes, I know. Susie sent her congratulations." Your tone sour.
After everything with your father, you refused to go anywhere near Mercedes, even keeping away from Lewis and Geroge, who sided with your father. Your stepmother tried her best, but you didn't want to talk to them, much less think about them. Max makes a noise but doesn't say anything. There have been multiple arguments about your family and what to do regarding the wedding. You didn't want them there, no invitations or anything. Why should people who constantly let you down throughout your life be welcomed to the day of embracing your new one?
"Don't, Max." You noted the noise and pulled away from him, returning to the counter and fixing lunch for the both of you.
"I just......he's your father. He should be there when we're married." He groans, pulling his hair slightly with annoyance.
"No." Is all you say, making Max drop the conversation and look over your shoulder at what you're preparing. He smiles, seeing the potatoes, onion, carrot, and cabbage beside the smoked sausages.
"You're making Stamppot?" He asks, dropping his head to kiss your shoulder, able to see the tension fade away.
"Yes, it's slightly chilly out, and I figured it'd be good and healthy since you can't eat certain foods." You mumble, trying to get around your irritation with Max.
"I'm sorry." He whispers, touching your wrist and stopping you from chopping the cabbage.
"Just, why can't you understand? You were able to work out your issues with your father, but mine? I can't. So stop." You pull your wrist away from his fingers and continue chopping the cabbage.
Max nods his head and walks away, heading to his Sim. Hearing his footsteps enter the den, you drop your head and stare at the gorgeous ring on your finger. It's a stunning natural blue sapphire with a daisy oval shape, little diamonds aline it, with a gold band holding it all together. Max had the ring specially crafted for you; he had the idea of the ring for a while now. He knew you weren't big on diamonds, so he set on a sapphire. Cliche, but he picked one closest to the RB color, a final stamp to show people that you were his and you weren't going anywhere.
You loved the ring, Max, and your little life together. It terrified you that if your father came back into your life, to your wedding. He'd ruin it all. Shaking off the evil thoughts, you get back to cooking the lunch. Time passes with you cooking and listening to Max curse the Sim, potting the Stamppot. You gently carry Max's bowel to him and sit it on the desk.
Max pauses it immediately and turns around in his chair, looking up at you; from the look on his face, he clearly has something to say.
"If it's about my father, keep it to yourself." You warn, Max automatically turning back around to the Sim and hitting play.
"I think you'll regret it." Max mumbles, but you ignore the comment and head to the bedroom sitting on the bed.
You reach under the bed, pull out this little black box, and open it, your father and your smiling face greeting you. You kept all your childhood pictures of your father or postcards from when he was traveling around the world. Each one had his familiar writing on the back, each word etched into your brain. Each praise, love, how much he loved you, missed you, couldn't wait to see you. Where did it all go wrong? Why did he leave you? Why weren't you worthy or made him proud enough? Why?
Swallowing the tears, you put the lid back on and slide it back under the bed. Max stands at the cracked door, watching you hide the box, the one you thought he knew nothing of. He knew your father should be at the wedding, he knew that's what you wanted, but you couldn't see past your anger and hurt. Max understood, but he knew the best for the both of you would be inviting Toto to the wedding.
Stepping away from the door, he grabs his phone and pulls up Toto's number. Don't ask why he has it. He just does.
You're invited to the wedding, don't fuck up this opportunity; see you on July 1st at 7 pm at Hotel de Paris.
Max hits sent and watches as the text is read automatically. The 3 bubbles pop up and then go away. This continues for about 15 minutes until the text returns, making Max scuff slightly, but glad to see Toto answered.
Thank you for the invite, we'll be there.
Clearly, Suise was helping the man answer the text, but in the end, Toto gave his curt answer, and that was that. Max wasn't going to tell you what he had done, but he knew that you'd come around in time for the wedding and invite Toto and Suise, but it was his secret for now. Of course, telling Toto you had no idea he was invited doesn't occur to him, but he'll worry about that later.
"Baby?" Max yells down the hall, and you emerge quickly, worried something is wrong.
"What?" You ask, looking around the apartment, ready for an issue, but all he sees is Max sitting on the couch.
"I apologize. I know the relationship with your father isn't like mine, and I should leave it be, and I will. No more talk about it. I'll let you go at your own pace. But just know, if we have kids, he needs a chance, and that's all I'm saying on the topic." Max sighs, catching his breath from his little rant.
"I love you." You whisper, walking over and kissing him. Max smiles and pulls you down, having you lay on top of him.
At this moment, everything was perfect, until 4 weeks later.
You're walking home when you see a present sitting at your door, you weren't expecting a package so you look at the address and see it was from Susie. Sighing, you lean down and pick it up. Shocked by the weight, you stumble into the place and set it on the coffee table. Opening the box, you pull out the brown paper and freeze, seeing what is in the box.
There was a transparent glass collage of you and Max lined with your favorite flowers, and on the bottom were gold words engraved.
If I were the moon, I would want you to be my night
You stare at the words, knowing those words deeply. Your father always wrote quotes on the back of your postcards. This was the last quote he wrote you before it all fell apart. You pick up one of the smaller boxes with shaky hands and open it. You can't help the tears that start to fall.
It was this small tiara, but not any tiara. It was a baroque crystal pearl tiara with very two rows of diamonds; on the top, pearls sat on top. It was gorgeous, but you felt your inner child's heartbreak. He remembered. When you were younger, you and your father walked past this old antique boutique in the front window and sat this same tiara; it was crazy expensive. You didn't even tell Toto that you wanted the tiara; you just stared at it and then kept walking down the street. But he did remember, after dropping you off at your mother's, he circled back and bought it. He kept it for the day you'd get married and thought he would hand it to you in person, telling you how much he loved you and was proud of the woman you've become, but instead.....he had to send it to you through a box.
Sitting down, you grab the last box, opening it as a watch for Max. On the back was the first date you two ever had. But, the inscription was in Toto's handwriting. How he knew it that date was beyond your knowledge. Something catches your eye, making you sit the watch down to pick it up. It was a card.
Opening the card, you scan the words, but one sentence catches your attention.
Thank you for the invitation, we can't wait to see you and Y/n tie the knot. Much love from Susie and Toto
You stare at the words before they dawn on you. Max. He invited them. After you told him you didn't want them there, he still asked them and did it without notifying you. Time passed by you, and nothing made you move until you heard Max's keys in the door.
"Hey love, I'm home!" Max called, having a great day. He couldn't wait to see you.
Walking into the living room, he smiles brightly seeing you but stops seeing the emotionless look on your face. He looks at the box and then back to you before you slam the card down, finally looking at him.
"You bastard." You whisper, shaking your head. You feel this hot rage boiling inside you, but your throat gets tighter and tighter with each passing of time.
"He's your father." He whispers, knowing what the box means. Toto must've sent a gift or something and probably told you on a card that he was invited.
"He LEFT ME!" You scream, moving away from the box to stand before Max.
"You both left each other! Why can't you see that he's been trying!" Max snaps, tired of this back-and-forth argument.
"I was 14. What do you want from me, Max? He was the adult; he should've tried. It's not my job!" You yell, not wanting to talk about this anymore.
"When he reached out to you, we were 16, we had just had our first date, and he called you. You didn't answer the phone and said you'd call him back. But you never did. That showed him you didn't care anymore. Why would he try with someone who didn't even try either." Max argues. This shocks you. How could someone who not even 6 months ago defend you against your father was now being his most prominent advocate.
"Be..because I was a kid." You retort, lost for words.
"See, you can't tell me why you're still angry at him. We're adults, Y/n, let the past be the past." Max sighs, running his fingers through his hair before reaching for you.
You pull away from his reach; hurt and rejection shatter Max's face as he slowly drops his arms. You take a few deep breaths, fiddling with the ring. Max watches, panic overtaking any sense he has.
"Don't, don't do this." He whispers, staring at the ring on your finger.
"How can I marry someone who doesn't respect my wishes, someone who defends the man who called me a slut. The person who made me feel less of myself my entire life, and here the person who is supposed to protect, stand by me, and love me, defends them. How can I marry you after this?" You ask, pulling the ring off.
"No, please, Y/n, don't." Max breaks. He can't keep it together anymore as he watches you sit the ring before him. Tears slide down his face as he watches you grab your shoes and keys.
"Don't leave me, don't please. Not again." He whispers, grabbing you as you try to hide your own tears.
"You betrayed me." You whisper, pulling yourself out of his hold and walking out the door. As you close the door, all you hear is a scream and glass shattering as you walk away from the love of your life.
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regressor!micah bell!!
fictional agere challenge
day 6: an “unfitting” character (a villain, someone from horror, etc) that you hc as a regressor
note; OMG TWO POST IN ONE DAY??? WOAHHHHH- it's only because I missed out on yesterday so XD but yeah, regressor Micah!! I know that the whole agere rdr2 fandom is very small, so that's why he might be unfitting, but idk!! Anyways, I'm NOT a Micah apologist at all, but how they wrote him out as a villain in the game was AMAZING. But here's bratty Micah I guess /lh
headcanons;
Micah is a baby/toddler regressor and his age range is 2 - 5
He is one heck of a stubborn guy, like he gets upset over being told what to do and what rules there are, and for him especially, there are A LOT. He's also just a massive grump and will pout and pout his way out of things (which just makes it worse)
⬇️ He's also very well known for his tantrums, like he will go full on laying on the floor and kicking his legs and screaming and everyone absolutely HATES it. Like once they hear him screaming, they're all like "god, not this again" and they all have to sadly suffer
The only one who actually gives in to Micah is Dutch. Like this man will, unfortunately, give in to his every whim and absolutely spoils this little guy, so basically, Dutch is Micah's ticket to get out of anything he's in trouble for LAMO
One person he just despises is John. Like both of them together in the same room and regressed? It ends up being a screaming match with them both pulling their hair out and smacking each other. Why do they hate each other? No one knows... it's just real younger/older sibling relationship
When Micah is smaller and in baby mode, he's so much more nicer to everyone (except John), and he's just a little guy. And he's like those extroverted babies that just wave to everyone. It also makes him far more popular than both his big and toddler self. He doesn't understand what's going on while he's a baby, but he's just trying his best
He's that little to be like "I ain't no little >:(" while he has his whole hand in his mouth and a teddy bear in his other hand. And it adds more to him being ever MORE stubborn than before
He doesn't like to go out to places outside of camp while he's little, and he'll have a absolute fit about it. Even if he's going to ride on a horse, he'll still pout about it... until he's allowed to get candy. Then he's already propped himself on Dutch's horse and is like "I'm ready now :)" just because he can get something
He's also a very jealous type, like he's not the center of attention right now? Tantrum. No one's giving him a cuddle? Tantrum. He doesn't get a reward for doing absolutely nothing? Tantrum with FAKE tears
The people he actually gets along with are Javier, Charles, Hosea, Dutch. He HATES John and (somehow) poor Kieran. And everyone else just ends up trying to get away from him because of how he is when regressed
One person who tries to ignore looking after him is Arthur. Like he's already bad enough around him while he's big, but little Micah? Ten times worse. Even when Dutch is like "but he likes you", Arthur is not giving in. Like even if he tries to be stern he just ends up getting angry because of how stubborn and grumpy Micah is. Like man is already having a hard time with relaxing, Micah just ends up breaking his back from how much Arthur has to actually RUN after him LAMO
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