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If you're curious about the fic here it is

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Bitch please
If you're curious about the fic here it is
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Mood board for my new Maxcar fic!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
SUMMARY:
When a hotel mix-up during the Las Vegas Grand Prix leaves Max and Oscar assigned to the same room — and only one bed as it's said later — neither of them thinks much of it. Three nights. Two drivers. One logistical mistake. Easy, right?
But between the neon chaos of Vegas, sleepless nights, and a crush Oscar’s been trying to ignore since his rookie season, “easy” quickly turns complicated. What begins as quiet awkwardness starts to blur into something far more dangerous — and far more difficult to hide once the paddock starts to notice.
OR: Oscar has a crush, he needs to sleep with Max in Vegas and OH!! There was only one huge bed in the room. What could go wrong, right??
trigger warning: ✨ talent ✨
Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, and Oscar Piastri are top 3 in Qualifying at the 2023 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. 🎥: F1TV
f1 writers please i need piastappen singapore gp coping sex NOW
alter ego
🔵🟠 a maxoscar fic 🍾 in which they spin the bottle (right round, right round) 🖋️ 5.5k words 🔗 read on ao3
preview:
“It’s just a kiss, mate. Not a marriage proposal.” Max deadpans. Oscar is the one who steps closer. “Hm.” “It might be good practice for you.” “Oh, so I give off the impression that I need practice, do I?” Max’s eyebrows shoot up. “You ask many questions.” “I like definitive answers.” “But somehow your statements are always a bit of both. You’re still uncertain.” Oscar crosses his arms in defiance, and mirrors Max, then. They’re so close that their shoes practically touch, so close Oscar can make out the off white of the other man’s shoelaces when he glances down and up again into Max’s curious expression. If Max liked flirtation, then two could play this game. Oscar acts like he isn’t interested in the game, but really, he’s just lacked the opportunity to practise.
(i fought tooth and nail with my brain for this one but y'know, here it is.)
thank you @maaxverstappen and @alphatinies for the readthrough <3
tags for ppl who might be interested - @landoom @nyoomfruits @kingkestrel @calebwidgast @scuderiabs
this ship has 3 people and a shoestring but goddamnit if I have to draw art for it i shall