This is so bad but I really wanted to write this bc Fort Max is so precious and??? I remembered a thing about Fort Max and a fidgety s/o from a short while back? Idk it was cute lmao
You switched positions again. “Y/N, can you knock it off? I keep thinking you’re going to fall.” Fort Max was, for lack of better words, nervous. He had agreed to let you perch on his shoulder while he walked, since you were both going to Swerve’s anyway, but he hadn’t realized how fidgety you were. At first it was fine, you had sat with your legs dangling off his shoulder, giving the ex-warden a catch up on the Lost Light gossip he missed before joining the crew. After a couple of minutes though, you were lying across the length of his shoulder, and then you were leaning back against of his finials. Now, however, you were lying on your belly, patting the surface of Max’s armor to a made up rhythm. Dangerously close the edge. “Y/N please just sit still.”
“No way” you giggled. You were going to make the most of his roomy shoulders if it was the last thing you did. You just wish you could find a more comfortable position. As you moved yet again, your leg slipped and let out a loud yell as you fell, squeezing your eyes shut in the process. Wait. Your voice isn’t that deep. Why aren’t you falling. Are you dead? You don’t think so. As you open your eyes, you realize that you stopped falling because Fort Max caught you less than a meter down from his shoulder, and he was the one yelling. You looked up at him to see a concerned look, before he was barking at you for moving so much and dammit, you’re small and fragile and he needs to keep you safe because he cares about you and he can’t do that if you die and… why is everyone staring at you two?
“Hey, big bot! Nice catch and all, but can you shout your love confession somewhere else? It would be just awful if you got rejected in front of the entire bar.”
“Goddammit Whirl this is none of your business.” was all Max could respond with. It would seem you made it to Swerve’s after all.