Max: I can't believe there's a cat somewhere in my house. Amazing feeling. Love cats. And he's here, in my house! Somewhere! And I may encounter him! What a treat.
Last song I listened to: Your Best American Girl by Mitski 🩶
Favouite colour: I have three because I'm indecisive. Blue, red, and silver, more specifically navy blue and dark red (take a wild guess where that came from)
Currently watching: Challengers has been of repeat (even if it is the crappy pirated version) because I'm working on something. Also because it's a genuinely amazing movie!
Sweet/savoury/spicy: Definitely spicy. I have a spice tolerance better than most and I'm a sucker for spicy chips
Current obsession: That one's a bit obvious I think djhkewertj. It's F1- has been for a year and a half, but we don't talk about that. Besides that, I've been getting into classical literature if that counts? I'm also very obsessed with the thing me and @marieshyperf1xations have been brainstorming but she said to shush so-
Last thing I googled: Can I eat sea shells (it was one of those midnight thoughts. I swear I don't actually eat sea shells)
No pressure tags @leclover @f1thoughtsbynikki and @hollandwhore and anyone else that wants to join!!!
(Hopefully, I'm not blowing up your notifications if you've been tagged already)
(Inspired by this hilarious anon post from @valyrfia https://www.tumblr.com/valyrfia/748860872185741312/lestappens-one-sided-beef-is-giving-one-of-those?source=share)
"-funny thing is, me and my boyfriend charles actually tried that trick when we were go-karting a couple years back haha, it was the most fun ive had!"
"I am sorry max, your boyfriend?"
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Click.
Rewind.
Over and over and over again on his laptop.
'Me and my boyfriend charles'
'My boyfriend charles'
'My boyfriend charles'
And it was crazy wasnt it? There was no way that max verstappen, on a live press conference, just said that he had a boyfriend- scratch that, that the boyfriend was charles himself. Worse thing is that he wasnt even on that panel! He was at his hotel room lounging when suddenly his phone blew up with messages from ferrari PR and his friends and acquaintences and not to mention his twitter.
He had to find out that he was apparently dating max verstappen through secondhand accounts via friends, the entirety of twitter, and ferrari PR.
'Since when was i dating max verstappen?'
Sigh.
Charles rubbed his hand on his temple, the oncoming migraine an annoyance not unlike one blonde dutchman. His other hand kept replaying the dastardly clip over and over again on his laptop, trying to pinpoint the moment max decided to make the concious decision to out himself and his boyfriend. Him he means. Out him.
Except he doesnt really find it. 10 times hes replayed that clip and the only thing he found is max's pretty blue eyes shining in mirth at the question and his handsome smile gracing the camera when he is recollecting the moment that he and charles tried a trick they saw on youtube in go-karts when they were on that one shared vacation together, no big deal. Just two rivals on a shared road trip across europe. Except, theres one thing about his statement that ticks him off, ticks everyone off.
'Im not dating max verstappen.' Is the thought.
He keeps turning it over and over in his head. It sounds like a ridiculous notion. Dating his own rival. Dating max verstappen.
'Im not dating max verstappen.'
The hotel door clicked.
'Im not dating max verstappen.'
The sound of footsteps in the entryway.
'Im not dating max verstappen.'
"Charlie? Are you okay?"
Oh and suddenly max verstappen is here.
"..." he stays silent, merely staring incredulously at the confused dutchman in front of him.
"Do i look okay?" He finally says.
"Well... no."
And well in typical max fashion, he does look a little sheepish for his inpromptu arrival, or maybe he looks sheepish because hes reflecting on what he said at the press conference? Or maybe this was just charles' own mind making things up due to the stress of having to think about the next press conference and what he was going to say on there to cover whatever the hell... this is.
Max moves closer, going around and pulling a chair to sit next to him. He puts his arm around charles' shoulder, and gently pulls his stiff form into a warm hug, forcing charles to smoosh himself against that warm body and lay his head on his collarbone.
"It's going to be okay, charlie." Max says reassuringly, rubbing up and down against his arm.
He nods against max's collarbone, eyes having fallen shut from the comfort of someone holding him.
Yeah, this was nice.
'...wait' backtrack.
"...max?"
"Yes charles?"
"Are we dating?"
Pause. A beat.
"Charlie... we've been dating for the past 6 years."
His eyes snap open.
What.
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Under the table, max's hand is rubbing gentle circles over his knuckles as he tries his best to quell his anxiety. His other hand is perched on the table, loosely holding the mic in preparation for that dastardly announcement.
"To address what max said 2 days ago-"
He cuts them off.
"It is true, max and i have been dating for the past half decade."