Ver5tappen truther

“Dinner or something, are you free tomorrow or Wednesday?” Max says. He rocks the cat back and forth in his arms. “I don’t know what you are doing these days” Absolutely nothing.  “Charles” The omega presses. Charles jerks. “Wednesday?” “I will message you” “Please” Max sounds hopeful. “Alright then, see you soon” Charles says, a little rudely. He opens the front door. Max blinks. “Yes sorry, bye” Charles holds the door for him because Max doesn’t have a free hand. He says goodbye but doesn’t even look at Charles as he leaves, completely fixated on Fievel and her spirited meows.  Yeah. He’s never going to see Max Verstappen ever again.  -- or, a lestappen 2037 future fic. Max and Charles are both trying to move on.

if I lock in after work you might get it tonight like 1/2am GMT, if I don’t or if work runs late it’ll be tomorrow, but definitely today or tomorrow

basically i think MV wasn't hot before 2020/2021- even 2019 max looks a bit too young (slightly gawky i say with love) but he hit a second puberty in lockdown and everything started working HARD.

usually i don't pair the cap and the jacket together irl because it goes from subtle cool sportsfan to milton keynes employee real quick but when at the race track

okay i lie it won't be tonight because it is too late and i would have to do final edits and read through and i have an idea for a new section BUT it is closer to coming out than it has been before so. progress. by the end of the week, perhaps.

haters bitching about Lewis getting a much younger omega but ‘the omega isn’t even hot!’ Meanwhile Lewis goes crazy whenever Max does something phenomenal on track. Constant arguments about when they are going to have pups because Max wants them asap while Lewis doesn’t know, so they just keep getting more pets.

constantly showing everyone else how to race