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Hi, hello!!!
May i request sleep deprivation for the fic prompt, pretty please???? To be honest I'd be so happy with any ship (bc im obsessed with ur writing), but mayhaps landoscar or maxcar???đ„șđ„șđ„ș
Hope you are having a wonderful day!<3
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đ« anon!!! hi lovely! thank you for the prompt! i hope you're having a lovely day too and i hope you enjoy some maxcar!!!
Of all the people that Oscar expected to bump into whilst walking around Monaco at 5am, he wouldnât have bet on Max Verstappen.
Or, well, he wouldnât have bet a lot on Max Verstappen â Monacoâs tiny and Max does live here, so itâs not entirely unreasonable to run into him. But still.
5am.
âOscar! Mate, hi!â
Oscar does his best not to wince at how cheery Max is. From the way Maxâs face falls slightly, heâs guessing he doesnât do a particularly good job of it.
âHey, Max,â he says quietly, giving him a tired smile.
âWhat are you doing up so early? I wouldn't have guessed you were a morning person.â
âJust, um, going for a walk, I guess.â
Max frowns. âHm.â
He doesnât elaborate any further. Oscar prays that the street lighting is dim enough for the dark circles under his eyes to stay hidden.
Eventually, when it becomes clear that Max isnât going to say anything else, Oscar says, âRight, uh, Iâll see you.â
Oscarâs barely even turned around to start walking in the opposite direction when Max calls out, âWait! What are you doing after your walk?â
Living the Monaco high life, Oscar thinks to himself, going back to bed and tossing and turning for another six fruitless hours.
âNothing much,â is what Oscar actually says. In fairness, it isnât exactly a lie.
âI was just finishing up my run. You should come back to mine for some breakfast,â Max suggests.
Oscar gives Max an assessing look and notes that he looks more like a person about to go for a run than one just finishing one up. Max folds his arms and raises an eyebrow, as if daring Oscar to call his bluff.
On another day, maybe Oscar would. But he feels so tired his bones are heavy with it and giving in is the much easier thing to do.
âYeah, ok.â
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Oscar doesnât realise that the breakfast invite is a trap until heâs blearily blinking his eyes open a few hours later. Or, maybe âtrapâ is the wrong word. âTrapâ implies that there was some trickery or persuasion involved. Max didnât exactly have to do much convincing to get Oscar to take a seat on his sofa. And Max certainly didnât have to do much convincing to get Oscar to let his eyes flutter shut, since they were very much doing that of their own accord.
âMorning, sleeping beauty,â Max calls from the kitchen. Oscar slowly begins to register where is. He bolts upright when he realises that he managed to fall asleep on Maxâs sofa when the poor man had only invited him in for a pastry and some coffee.
âShit, Max, Iâm so sorry,â he says, trying to stand up from the sofa and only managing to almost fall flat on his face, his legs getting twisted in a knitted blanket Max mustâve thrown over him. His face flares bright red and he refuses to look in Maxâs direction.
Unfortunately, Max has other plans. He feels Maxâs gaze burn into the side of his face until finally Oscar looks up and meets Maxâs eyes. Heâs smirking ever so slightly.
âNo apologising. You needed sleep and, for whatever reason, you cannot get it at home. So you slept on my sofa.â Max says it so matter-of-factly that Oscar almost finds himself nodding along.
âNo, wait,â Oscar shakes himself and reminds himself that this is ridiculous, âMax, it wasnât fair, or, I mean, it was rude of me to fall asleep on your sofa.â
âNo, it wasnât, I didnât mind.â
Oscar groans slightly. âWell, maybe, you should mind.â
A calculating look appears on Max's face. âTo clarify," he says, "You object to the part where you fell asleep on my sofa?â
âYes,â Oscar says firmly.
âFine. I agree you should not fall asleep on my sofa.â
âGood.â
âYou should fall asleep on my bed.â
âWhat?â Oscar splutters staring at Max, âHang on.â
However, Max is too busy grabbing Oscar by the arm and frogmarching him through his flat to take heed of Oscar's request for him to hang on. Oscarâs so bewildered by this turn of events he doesnât even fight the manhandling that much. Before he knows it, he finds himself sat down on Maxâs giant bed, staring up at him.
Max is smirking again.
âThere, problem solved. You canât fall asleep on the sofa if youâre asleep in my bed.â
âMax,â Oscar starts.
Max raises an eyebrow ready to counter whatever Oscarâs next argument will be. Oscar sighs.
He knows when heâs beaten. Max smile grows even wider.
âIâll be in the kitchen if you need me." He turns to leave but Oscar, almost without thinking, grabs his hand before he can.
His skin starts tingling where it's touching Max's and he does his best to ignore it. Oscar swallows. âStay?â he asks, voice nothing more than a whisper.
Oscar thinks he might have found the one thing to say that would catch Max off-guard, even if that wasnât his intention. His expression doesnât shift, but Oscar can just about make out two dots of pink high in Maxâs cheeks.
âAre you sure?â
âStay,â Oscar repeats, less of a request and more of a command.
Max takes a second but eventually nods and crawls into the other side of the bed. Oscar carefully arranges his body so it's not touching Max's at all and then has to do his best not to react when he feels Max reach out and gently interlock their fingers. âSleep,â he whispers.
Oscar convinces himself the kiss he feels pressed to his forehead is purely induced by sleep deprivation.
#baby's first maxscar!!!#at one point i accidentally changed vibes halfway through and these two accidentally talked themselves into a game of gay chicken#i'll save that for a different maxcar fic perhaps#maxcar#maxoscar#đ« anon i love youuuuuuuu#you're so wonderful#đ« anon#kitty.drabbles#kitty.asks
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