#gaxcar

[papayamikan]

obsessed with the idea of oscar walking into any established dynamic and immediately embedding himself as the worlds most perfect third

[prttynrgnl]

Their championship battle would make lose my fucking mind but also make me care for not real things such as media day & post race conference

[lislemons]

singapore gp 2025 top 3 quali dynamic revealed

[ienjoythebutterflies]

no one will ever understand how much I begged and pleaded and prayed on Kimi’s downfall for Oscar to be on that podium. istg I was trying to shoot lasers through the screen at his engine.

i honestly think i would have exploded if i finally got my gaxcar podium back. I miss my babies being up there together. also imagine how much fun the cool down room would’ve been 😭

to be clear I was not praying to make Kimi have a dangerous crash, just a safe little dnf

[mediacircuspod]

Something shifted in the f1 universe after Monaco ….. and I think it may be that drivers revolve around George like he’s the center of their little universe. All “respect” he’d lost, he gained back in multitudes during that race, and dare I say he’s been collecting some paddock fanboys (cough cough MAX OSCAR cough cough) ever since.

[onewantwo]

obsessed with this game

[more-mara]

Gaxcar omegaverse that I started in October and never went anywhere with lmao but I’m clearing out my drafts so may as well share it

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Max knew something was up the moment he caught a glimpse of dozens of McLaren staff fussing around Oscar in the garage- one with a thermometer firmly thrust in Oscar’s ear. Oscar had that stupid little pout on his lips and pink flushed cheeks as he looked up at the staff member with rather pathetic eyes.

Max didn’t want to stare- or risk being accused of trying to snoop so he moved on quickly, walking past the garage towards his own. The mental image of Oscar stayed though- those big wet eyes and pink cheeks. It was hard to forget about it.

George knew something was up when he saw Oscar chatting quietly with his race engineer- Toms face scrunched in a look of concern as Oscar squirmed where he stood.

That wqsnt the issue though.

It was the scent wafting from Oscar as George approached- sweet and strong. Enticing.

Pre-heat. George stopped dead in his tracks when Oscar turned to look at him- seemingly not shocked to see him.

“Sorry mate, the blockers don’t work as great in this heat,” Oscar said casually, but the tips of his ears were red and his breath was coming out in short pants.

“Nah, mate. You’re good. Not like you can help it, right?” George said, taking a single step closer. But even just that slight closure of distance spiked Oscar’s scent- the potency of it making something churn in George’s stomach.

Want.

Oscar clearly caught onto it.

“I know it’s distracting…” He muttered as Tom shifted uneasily on his feet. George had completely forgotten he was even there.

“Nah…you’re good,”

When George finally made it back to the hotel to find Max already there, he all but fell into Maxs arms.

Max let out a surprised oof as he was crushed into the mattress but he wrapped his arms around George anyway.

Max let his nose come to bury in George’s hair before he flinched back- George looked up at him with concern.

“You good?”

“Uh- you smell…Oscar,” Max mumbled, eyes wide.

George smirked, hand rubbing circles on Maxs chest “Wow, very intelligible,” he said

“Sorry, I mean I can smell Oscar on you. He must be in heat,”

“Pre heat,” George corrected, laying back down on Maxs chest.

“Right,”

[wdc63]

george standing under oscars umbrella in spa (likely place for him to be) becomes so much funnier when considering he was stood in max’s place to do so, and when max did arrive, george ended up half covered half soaked 50:50 ratio by max’s tiny umbrella sitting half on his head. size matters!