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#im lowkey still not over their secret santa interaction
rubberstains · 1 year
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lestappen secret Santa
words: 1k
pairing: max/charles
warning(s): little explicit at the end
Charles deals with his new feelings regarding Max, like Max's hair, his eyes, his hands... Whilst an oblivious Max receives a funny secret Santa. They're both idiots.
Charles felt like he was always chasing Max, scurrying after the trail Max’s tenacious shoulders had cleared. When Charles’ hair flopped down into his eyes, they had karted against each other, but Max was first to progress into Formula One. Charles chased him, joined Ferrari, and felt the ever-present weight of expectations gnawing at his muscles just like Max surely had. 
But every time Charles would spy the angled eyebrows and pursed lips, the icy blue stare, Max seemed to be unfazed.
The impulsive snap of his jaws mellowed after his first championship. The frostiness in his eyes melted, darting pupils seeking out Charles in the paddock. He would gaze unabashedly at Charles, squinting in facile joy, relentlessly littering fleeting touches along the grooves of Charles’ back and waist. Max’s long fingers easily engulfed him, broad palm a steady, heavy weight on Charles’ skin.
So Max occupied Charles’ thoughts in a different way. No longer did he have to swallow down the ugly bile of jealousy clawing up his throat. Or lock away the frustration accumulating into incessant throbbing headaches. 
Charles would flinch awake, chest heaving, skin glistening under the pale moonlight that sneaked through flailing curtains. He could only remember a vague blur of his dreams; the golden flash of skin emphasised by the intense embrace of sunlight, the murky gradient of blues, and a blase rasp of laughter. 
He would fling the damp sheets off his body and rub his thighs together to confirm the stickiness painted along his skin. Blood would rush through his head like sand grains in a timer. He stripped off his underwear, silk boxers ruined, and carelessly chucked them into a laundry bin. A cold shower eased the erratic gush of blood in his heart. He’d flick the switch for the fan off, then the lights, hastily rub a towel over his body, and trundle back to a sheet-less bed and fall asleep. It became a routine that Charles found himself having to repeat at least twice a month. 
The sexual frustration was beginning to rattle Charles and his ability to function normally. A track walk became precarious, eyes itching to spot a glimpse of any Red Bull team members so he could avoid them. Max’s pallid, calloused fingers grazed the fine hair on the back of Charles’ neck. Max’s frame caged Charles in inadvertently, the sharp lines of his jaw and nose daring Charles to move away. 
Charles felt his dick twitch in his pants whenever he replayed that particular memory. He squeezed his eyes shut almost painfully, reopening them when pulsing patterns of white and black swam under his eyelids.
A woman handed him a bright, childish Santa hat which he pulled over his ears. Her hair was brown with streaks of blonde that reminded Charles of—
“Alright. Ready to find out who you’re going to be secret Santa for?” A nondescript crew member behind the camera asked, handing over a pouch with strips of paper inside.
Charles tentatively reached inside and grabbed the first piece of paper he could.
His eyes wrinkled subconsciously. His lips parted to emit a light, disbelieving giggle. 
“Max Verstappen,” he said, still laughing, unable to mask the glee blooming across his face. 
xxx
Thanks for the gift mate. Haha! Loved it.
The text was so Max, breezy and sincere all at once. Pierre had told him Max had asked for his Whatsapp so he could thank Charles for his present. 
When the video finally came out, a few days before Christmas, Charles was hunched over in his bed, sheets messily drawn around him like a nest. He turned the brightness up on his laptop and sunk back into his pillows. 
Max’s Santa hat rested atop his Red Bull cap, of course, and his erupting throaty laughter as he ripped open the wrapping paper and saw a photoshopped Charles tripled across the cover of the F1 video game, made Charles pause the video and collect himself. 
Max’s lengthy fingers delicately cradled the Ferrari notecard, turning it over and laughing that raspy, breathy chuckle of his. "For my biggest fan" he read out, voice delectable. The combination made Charles distinctly aware of the prickly sensation dancing above his skin. 
What he did next Charles was not proud of. He dragged his hoodie over his head in one rapid pull. The heater whirring through Charles’ apartment did little to alleviate the balmy flush of his chest.
The video, forgotten on Charles’ laptop, had ended. Charles manoeuvered his laptop off his lap so it lay to his left. 
With his right hand, he rubbed loose circles on his naval. With his left he replayed a section of the video, chewing on his lip as he concentrated on how tight Max’s shirt was around his upper arms. 
Charles snaked his hand under his boxers and hissed at the dry scrape of skin against skin. He’d been hard since the first viewing of Max’s portion of the video. He gathered the pre-cum that had accumulated at his tip and used it to soothe the glide of his hand. 
Max’s section ended and Charles dutifully rewound to play it back. He briefly wondered if he should try and loop it. 
Charles’ groan snagged on his throat, hand working faster as Max giggled again, eyes narrowing until they were two arched slivers of blue. 
Charles could not help his eyes fluttering shut as he spilled into his hand, the image of Max in a stupid red hat and navy team shirt burned into his eyelids. The whisper of Max’s name curled around Charles’ tongue. 
Dick barely softened, Charles smacked his laptop shut and stretched for his phone. He unlocked it and located Whatsapp. Max’s profile picture glared at Charles like he knew what the Monegasque had just done. His face erupted into a shade resembling vermillion. The colour bled through to his neck and sweat-covered chest. 
Charles swallowed the guilt. It instead settled in his gut. 
With his clean hand, he slowly typed out a message.
Hey Max. Would you like to go to Jimmyz tonight with Pierre and me?
His phone buzzed with Max's reply as he was crumpling dirty tissues.
Yeah sure. See u tonight.
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alpacalypseartb · 3 years
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Hello lovely! Your secret santa again!!! Here to ask you what you like about bughead? What do you love about Jughead's character? Bettys? Veronica's? Archie's? Look, I am going to throw Reggie in there because I feel like he would be the master of a BBQ/want to play some Aussie rules. Tell me what you'd like to see in the character dynamics! x x x
oh dear thats a loaded question 😅 heres a little essay with some salt because im a bitter soul
to put it simply my love for bughead and what made me so into them was just this mutual understanding they have, obviously on the show that shall not be named they were on the same wave length the same morals and values even some of the same fears, two very different people that are so insync and comfortable around each other i find it so odd people on that show in that universe can think they can be as comfortable with themselves as they are with eachother with other partners no other person has that understanding they have between each other, veronica alice archie fp all have their views on betty and jughead as people and they all seem to have these altered views on them e super negitive or underestimating or limiting them to a version of them they feel comfortable with where as betty and jughead dont have false views on each other jughead does think betty has hung the moon and stars but he aknowledges and accepts the bad parts of her, and vice versa for betty with jug she equally adores him! and as i explored outside the show into the comics i was pleased to find mostly this translates to those! not the fears jug isnt exactly complaining about boy trouble but the mutual understanding of each other stays even platonically, their characters just have always overlapped somehow more so in the newer story based stuff but a lot of the time in oneshots too im finding and i think that is pretty cool, this obviously is my interpretation and i havent read every archie comic out there but what i see is two people who come together to be open and honest together in this safe bubble they create
what i loved about jughead is his drama and angst i love characters like that, he is annoying but thats why i love him non ironically one of my fav lines of his on the show from my fav ep was the im weird speech, it was honestly the most realistic shit that show has done he is an annoying broody kid ranting,i love that literally nearly every version out there of jughead adores betty its ingrained into his character to stick up for her usually from archie, i also love that he is a nerd and sometimes takes shit too far its just chaotic energy lol he is just so annoying but also right most of the time thats why he is so smug!, my favs jugs are the hungers rd specifically s3 and the archie 2015 series but he basically turned in rd jug with the recent add ons 😅
for betty i just love this bitch like she just tries her best ya know?she isnt perfect shes got many flaws but at her core she does everything for the people she loves sometimes without caring about her own wellbeing, girls way too hard on herself, she also has cute clothes and is generally adorable, for her with the other characters obviously in love with jug is key, i want in my b and v a good healthy friendship not an “archie comics friendship” centered around a guy 😑 and for that said guy mr andrews obviously its a very touchy place atm and literally for the past 80yrs lmao, i liked her having a childish crush forced on her by expectations set by everyone around her but her realising he aint shit and being bros instead(is it that hard canon?!)i like her confident and focused being the badass bitch she is, which naturally is why the hungers betty is my favourite 😉 anything thats not her moping around over a guy and being a person with feelings is pleasing to me really...and beheading werewolves...
miss lodge, love her shes the one i feel most like myself whoch i guess is why i dont like her a lot of the time, i see her as bisexual theres no way that woman does not love women(on that note i dont think any of the crew are straight if that helps lol) i love her fashion her pets names for people I LOVE jughead and veronica bromances even if they still mutually hate each other i want them to be lowkey friends, just any jug v interactions perfection best duo ever, i dont ship varchie im a veggie gal i pretty much ship veronica with everyone but archie i think (that also applies to betty)cheronica beronica veggie platonic jeronica vilton all good, my fav version of her is vampironica (i kinda hate her on rd and most digest stuff but thats bad writing she genuinely is a good character like betty but dome so poorly because she isnt written right)
archie...i dont think theres a single version of him i like he is such an empty character clearly a self insert for the sexist writers,just make him a himbo please all fo the archies suck so a likeable guy would be nice!that respects women not got washboard abs maybe a little bulk but i see him as a dork and not a sex symbol, actually you know what i like about archie his relationship with valarie in the comics and the show thats peak archie imo
im a big reggie fan. he is what archie wishes he was, i like beggie and veggie romantically but platonically as well tbh, and bffs with jughead too love their dynamic!i love his dog vader i love his look i love the charm i love the constant flirting with everyone, reggie is god tier, i like my archies and reggies as himbos for veronica, he also is definately not straight
basically if its canon take it out back and shoot it with some love and care for characterisation , unless its cute like hand kissing my fav scene in tv ever i guess i should mention that!...or the hunger because that comic is perfect
im sorry you had to read all that its late here and i get really into stuff after 10pm i find 😅
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