#8133

[thealchemy33]

What I took away from this race weekend is that Max was too friendly with Oscar, but I can't say the same about his relationship with Lando.

The Maxcar is born stronger than ever.

The Norstappen is definitely dead, and I see no way out.

That "not Oscar" will haunt me for a long time.

[maxtism]

✩ Max Verstappen and Oscar Piastri at the Australian Grand Prix — Australia, 2026 ✩

[chamberkat]

cheers to the number one driver

Bonus:

+ a tiny shock to the rest of the grid ;)

[chamberkat-archive]

this is what I picture their dynamic to be like (Oscar out yapping the og yapper with his nerdy knowledge)

[complementaryhalves]

oh....

[maxsrocky]

!spideyosc 8133

[sp8ce-queen]

i fear i've fallen for the 8133 propaganda

[oopslandiia]

hiyaa, oopsie ☺️💕

for the promt little thing, could you do "please dont say things like that"?

with maxcar or landoscar, pretty please

also, how are you, love? <3

- 🦭

HI YOU ❤️ general it’s an up and down atm but we move. Very happy about Leyum p3! Hope you’re okay? I can’t believe it but I have just written my first maxcar - just for you 🫶

"Please don’t say things like this."

When he opens the door to the hotel room, he is meet with the steamy air only a long shower can produce. The hint of Max's shower gel still lingering in the air, the door to the bathroom still halfway closed.

Instead of telling Max he is there, Oscar slips out of his shoes. Hoodie and jeans followed, just because he knows how much Max hates outside clothes in the bed. And then he just flops down, face pressed into the soft pillows that smell so much like Max that it almost hurts. But at the same time its comforting, helps Oscar to forget the horrors of the earlier qualifying. It takes a lot to fight back the tears that slowly but surely quell up in his eyes. So he tries the only logical thing, face harshly pressed into the pillows. Maybe, if he suffocates himself, he doesn't need to watch Lando taking away crucial points tomorrow.

Oscar doesn't even flinch when the bathroom door opens, naked feet on the carpet, a weight and the mattress dipping down. A deep, long sigh before Max's voice, accent heavy, cuts trough the silence. "You are here to lick your wounds or .. ?"

He can barely lift his hand, shoving his middle finger into the older ones face. And then there are fingers wrapped around his wrist. He doesn't need to see it to get the visuals. The way Max can comfortable put his whole hand around his smaller wrist. Plush lips pressed against the delicate skin of his knuckles before his hand is slowly lowered down. Not quit pressed against the mattress but enough to ground Oscar. Enough that he turns his head, cheek mushed into the pillow, one eye cracked open.

"That was such a rookie mistake. Can you believe it mate?" Max doesn't say anything. Just looks at him with big eyes, half crooked smile before he lifts up one of his eyebrows. And then he waits. For Oscar to rant. To get off his chest whatever is going on in his head. Because they know each other. Know, what the other one needs.

"Like .. j'st braked to late. Should have known it, right?" Oscar sighs, puts on his most dramatic face. He is close to just reach out, pull Max into his side. Maybe kiss him, maybe let him fuck the thoughts out of him.

But like always, Max is a steady presence. Something that grounds Oscar in this crazy season where he suddenly has to fight Lando for the championship.

"Maybe I deserve to lose, to lose everything." Oscar takes a deep breath, eyes already closed again because he can feel the tears coming back. Doesn't want to cry even if its just Max. Doesn't want to seem weak or anything.

"Please, don't say things like this?" Max's voice is suddenly close, warm breath fanning over his ear. One hand slowly rubbing his back, working out the knots from the impact of the crash.

"I believe in you. I will always believe in you. Lando will put up a good fight but your results this year? Amazing. And you are allowed to make mistakes." A kiss is pressed against his neck. Something so soft and chaste that Oscar can feel his heart nearly exploding.

"You are allowed to make mistakes, Oscar. You are human."