#moscar

[tyrannosaurus-maxy]

Max & Oscar post qualifying at Abu Dhabi 2023

[unknownaster]

an old abandoned drawing i feel like my fellow 181 enthusiasts would enjoy

[deathbypufferfish]

MOSCAR ‼️‼️‼️‼️ 🌊🍊

Thank you Ai!!!! Please commission her or be damned for all eternity ❤️ @gunthermunch @glockzap

[alessandro-hue]

Oscar has two hands

[nyoomfruits]

“knowing how / if they take their coffee” for max/oscar pretty please 🥺🥺

knowing how/if they take their coffee

When Max wakes up, it takes him a minute to remember where he is. There’s a body wrapped around his, a nose pressed into his neck and an arm slung over his waist, squeezing him close. An adorable little snuffling noise clues him in however, and he turns around slowly, as to not wake the person next to him.

It’s in vain, Oscar blinking at him sleepily when Max faces him. “Hi,” Oscar says, voice sleep rough, the word slurring a little.

“Morning,” Max says. He doesn’t feel nervous, because this is Oscar and nothing with Oscar ever really feels scary. It feels comfortable, familiar. Like slipping on a well worn hoodie.

But still, this is the first time he’s actually slept over, the first time they’ve toed the line from messing around and maybe dating into something more serious, and there’s no way to tell how it’s going to go.

But then Oscar makes a sleepy grumbling noise and buries his face in the crock of Max’s neck, practically flopping himself on top of Max. Max laughs, lets him snuggle close, wraps an arm around him and presses a kiss to the top of his head. He’s not surprised Oscar is not a morning person. He usually isn’t either, but it’s hard to feel particularly grumpy when Oscar’s breath is fanning across his collarbones, his fingers dancing over Max’s side.

Eventually Max manages to coax him out of bed and they make their way into Oscar’s small little kitchen. It’s different from the one in Max’s apartment. That one is big, empty, soulless. Oscar’s kitchen might be small, but it’s clearly very lived in. There’s a bowl of fruit on the kitchen island, a crate of onions on a little shelf, some dirty dishes still in the sink. This is a kitchen that gets used, that gets loved. It feels homey, cozy. Max finds himself thinking he wouldn’t mind spending more time here.

Oscar starts messing around with the coffee machine the second he steps into the kitchen and Max pulls a face. “I uh, I don’t really. I don’t like coffee,” he says. “Or tea, actually.”

“Oh, I know,” Oscar says. He’s not looking at Max, still fiddling with the machine. “But I do. There’s Red Bull in the fridge.” And that’s. He says it very casually, like it’s normal for him to have Red Bull in the fridge. But Max can see the tight line of his shoulders, the slightly pink tint to the tips of his ears,  and he knows for a fact Oscar absolutely hates the taste of Red Bull.

“Oh,” Max says, because, well. It feels like a confession, amidst this fragile little thing they have. Oscar remembered Max didn’t like coffee. Oscar went out of his way to get him a drink he does like. He feels the urge to kiss him, suddenly. Press him against the counter and show him how much that really means to him.

Figuring there’s literally nothing stopping him he reaches forward, tugging at Oscar’s arm until he turns around, and then crowds him into the counter. Oscar lets out a surprised little noise but lets himself be pressed against the marble of the counter tops, lets Max take his face in his hands, lets him kiss him, soft and sweet and a little desperate all at once.

“Thanks,” Max says, when he pulls away.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Oscar says, eyes soft, crinkling at the edges as he smiles at Max. “I could have gotten you the blue one.”

Max laughs, loud and happy. “Well, it’s the thought that counts.”

[levy-tran]

MABEL & OSCAR 1.10 “Open and Shut”

[this-is-macy]

I still can't believe they pulled this off, holy shit!

Swings, covers, alternates, and understudies have all my respect!

(PS if anyone who was there that night has any stories they'd like to share, I would love to hear them!)

[onscreenkisses]

All I wanted to do today was just...be with you.

ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING, 1x06 - “To Protect and Serve”