A generous slathering of sun cream has kept Max the glowy side of pink, but Martijn can still just about make out the rise of colour in his cheeks as it dawns on him.
“You wrote me a song?” Max says.
Martijn locks his phone and tosses it away as Max lays down next to him. He wriggles around, trying to get comfortable, and Martijn can feel his body slide closer to his into the dip in the centre of the mattress. Drawn together, inevitably. He doesn’t try to stop it.
Re: your tags: Down to Agincourt changed my view of fanfic forever. Gonna add the reread to my summer reading, so thanks for the reminding me this fic exists!
the most fic to ever ❤❤❤❤❤ it compels me so much I even got physical copies
“Who would you say are your top three drivers of the season so far, if you only count drivers’ performance and not the performance of the car?” NDV: “Max. Max Emilian Verstappen. There were three names!”
F1 Grand Prix of Austria | Pre Race Press Conference June 29, 2023
It’s a shame how many people are missing out on quality pieces of literature all because they refuse to suffer through 244 hours of the CW’s Supernatural
max declaring (monotone) that he’s taking over the red bull instagram account for the day, asking for questions, answering precisely one of them (“how are you feeling today” “relaxed”), and then turning his phone off completely is probably the very most the PR department could have hoped for.
