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Can everything be simply lovely?

Maxcar - Max Verstappen x Oscar Piastri

4 chapters/ 6.3k words

by just_an_inchiident (me) on ao3

“I can’t believe you won the championship last night and you’re here with me and not out celebrating”, Oscar says. “Maybe I’m celebrating exactly how I want to”, Max replies. “I find that hard to believe”, Oscar says, still not looking at Max. "It's true”, Max says, tilting Oscar’s face until they're eye to eye. Oscar thinks about how easy it would be to join their lips. Almost, unconsciously, he runs his tongue along the seam of his lips. Is it his imagination or are Max's eyes following the movement of his tongue along his lips? Oscar presses a little closer until they can share the same breath. or Oscar's journey through his feelings for Max from admiration to friendship to something more.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60368443

I miss one race and Lando crashes into Oscar

Since Carlos won Oscar's home race, it's only fair that Oscar wins Carlos' home race.

I was tagged by @oopslandiia to shuffle my playlist and post the first 10 songs that came up. Here we go-

Just Keep Watching - Tate McRae, F1 The Album

Overseas - D-Block Europe, Central Cee

Sports Car - Tate McRae

Ordinary - Alex Warren

Into It - Chase Atlantic

Ninao - GIMS

Embrace It - Ndotz

Passo Bem Solto (Slowed) - ATLXS

Sweet - Cigarettes After Sex

Band4Band - Central Cee, Lil Baby

The absolute randomness of this list speaks volumes about my music taste.

Tagging - @prettysureimlost, @eatingpastr13s, @cainrising, @hitthatapex (no pressure ofc)

For the fic prompts, 'please stop smiling at me' - carcar

hope you don't mind i set this on my carcar bodyguard au !! 0.5k carcar slightly inspired by oscar's latest reel.

So apparently Carlos has to tag along on his runs now, too. 

Oscar doesn’t really have any counterarguments, mainly because he's come to enjoy Carlos’ presence, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.

He looks over his shoulder, Carlos just a short but respectable distance from his trainer and him. His head turned to the side as he takes in their surroundings, Oscar smirks.

“Trouble keeping up, Sainz?” His eyes wrinkle against the sun, head thrown back as he speaks to the man trailing behind. His trainer chuckles beside him. 

“More like trouble staying behind you,” The sound of sneakers against gravel increase until he feels a tap behind his leg and his knee buckles slightly. His trainer and the tired social media guy that is in charge of filming him today laugh in unison. 

“Ooh!” He already expects that to be filmed, even if Carlos isn't part of the team, it’ll probably be featured in the Reel or TikTok or whatever it is, without actually showing Carlos.

He groans at the teasing but sprints his way down the hillside, until they reach the port. His trainer stops them on a quiet spot for a water break, and the camera guy asks to take a couple of shots of him. 

He sneaks a look at Carlos as he tries for a ‘distracted but focused’ pose, whatever that means. Carlos has a leg propped on the half-wall that divides them from the water, the other stretched behind him. 

As if he has a sixth sense, he turns his head in a beat, wide brown eyes meeting his crinkly smiling ones. 

Carlos raises a thick eyebrow at him, it makes him look like a cartoon character, in Oscar’s opinion. People talk about how handsome and manly he presents himself, but Oscar personally enjoys getting a glimpse of the goofy guy that he seems to really be.

His lips pull into a smile without his agreement, Carlos seems to take it as a challenge to get him to laugh, exaggerating his stretching poses until Oscar has a toothy grin plastered on his face and dust of pink on his cheeks.

The poor social media guy calls him off on it and starts the video at least three times before he lets out an exasperated sigh when Oscar snorts a laugh and covers his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oscar, can you please just, not smile, for a minute, I know that's not too difficult for you.” He really feels sorry for the guy, but then Carlos walks over to them with faux offence and he has to physically bite his lips to stop grinning.

“Yes, Mr. Piastri, please stop smiling at me!” Carlos walks past him, hand reaching around to pinch his waist, the touch so sudden it makes him squirm with a gasp and he doesn’t get to shove him as Carlos scrambles away from him.

In the end they don't get too many shots, just enough for a short video to post before Miami, and he’s mostly giggling in all of them. Carlos is to blame for that. 

The fact that this applies to every one of the 8 sports I watch

happy pride to every professional athlete in love with their teammate

Maxcar made so much sense when you think that Oscar used to be a car and Max see his cars as men

most special guy in the whole fucking world

☁️ the wedding 💌

🥂 the honeymoon 🎞️