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They're in the McLaren hospitality tent, which is not where Max is supposed to be, but Lando had texted him come eat our food ours is better and Max had nothing better to do at eleven in the morning and no particular dignity to protect— so here he is. Sitting across from Oscar Piastri, who is not eating.
Oscar is chewing on a pen.
Max watches for a moment longer than he should. He's weirdly not disgusted by it, and a little disgusted by himself that he finds it attractive.
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Bookmarked by Insyndiar
05 Jul 2026
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this is so cute and so well written... aughhh 😭😭😭 🥹🥹🥹
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Oscar Piastri has always hoped his soulmate would understand his job, the traveling and all the energy it takes.
Thank god Max Verstappen understands.
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I can't trust my friends ('cause he's what everybody chases) by Liraelearil
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
16 Feb 2026
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The 2025 rookies take it upon themselves to find Max a mate. After watching their failed matchmaking attempts from a distance, Oscar takes matters into his own hands.
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- Part 1 of everybody wants you
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you know that had it once (you know that you want it back) by Parallel_Mirrors
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
08 Jul 2025
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“Max offered me a seat on his plane,” Oscar shrugs, tone level, almost casual. “Said we might as well fly out together.”
Lando stiffens. Something catches in his throat.
“Max?” The name shoots out of him too sharply, too quickly—like it cuts on the way out, jagged and instinctive. His lips curl slightly before he can stop them, the disbelief flashing across his face unfiltered, “You’re leaving with Max?”
Bookmarked by Insyndiar
14 Jan 2026
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damn girl we messy 😮💨 loooooove the way you characterized them ... the relationships and interactions are all so compelling and work together so well
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Max notices it first on a Thursday.
Not because anything about Oscar usually draws attention — he’s quiet, reliable, neat, the sort of person who folds his race suit properly after every session — but because lately, he’s been hovering. Not in an annoying way, just… there. Always within a few feet. Always pretending to be busy with something that doesn’t need doing.