Oh my god, FOOD! FULL COURSE DINNER

screwed around and made this a two-parter because editing was giving me a migraine and there are no rules !! (pt 2 next week)

Title: heaven’s waiting down on the tracks

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/ Max Verstappen (1/2 Chapters, 8k)

Summary:

Standing on the porch of his rented apartment, in Florida, is Charles Leclerc. He looks- well no one’s ever said Charles Leclerc looks bad- but he doesn’t look great. Shadows under his eyes stark against the bright Florida sunshine. Max’s brain snags on the small details; the two-day stubble scattered across his jaw, the carefully unbranded navy t-shirt, similarly bland cap pulled low over his features. "What-" Max starts, because seriously- what the fuck. Charles cuts him off before he can finish. "Do you want to drive to Daytona?" OR: Max and Charles and the Great American Road Trip, inspired by my undying love for racing, driving west, and the corkscrew at Laguna Seca.  

Read here on AO3

Music fans reblog this with an album you consider “your” album… one that is part of your personality, one that means a lot to you, or just one you really like… Mine is The Perfect Shade of Green by Skittish :>

mclaren Letting our hair down after another sim session. ✅ @oscarpiastri #F1

IT'S MOTOGP RACE WEEK!

seventeen million years late to this, as usual, but now that I have five minutes to spare- better late than never!

Tag Game:

tagged by the wonderful, talented and gorgeous @cupidskissx ily and apologies this took 5 business days to respond to

rule(s): post a snippet (however long or short or longish or shortish) from a wip !!

this is a longer snippet from a work I started ages ago and completely forgot about, I may return to it now that I remembered it exists lmao

“Do you ever wonder, like, is there supposed to be something more than this?”

Charles rolls his eyes, glancing over to where Max is laid out on his balcony, beer dangling precariously from one hand. “Max, it’s the new year, not the end of the world.” Max huffs at him, takes another sip of his beer. “That’s not what I mean, it’s just- what’s next, you know?” Charles glances longingly at the glass double doors leading back into the apartment, wonders if Max would notice if he just dipped from this entire conversation. Lando and Carlos are playing beer pong, and it’s suddenly looking very appealing.  He sighs, turning back to the blonde beside him. “What’s next for you is probably more race wins, maybe a third championship.” Charles tries not to sound bitter, he’s not sure how successful he is.  “Sorry,” Max winces a little. “I know you should probably hate me right now.” I’m trying to, Charles thinks, but I can’t. It’s an unfair thought really, none of this is Max’s fault. There’s plenty of blame to go around for the mess that was last season and Max doesn’t deserve any of it. Still, it feels like it would be easier to hate him, if that was something he was capable of doing.  Max rolls over onto his stomach, narrowly avoiding falling off the hammock he’s curled himself into. “Winning is great and all, and I love racing, but it just feels a little hollow or something, lately. We fly across the world, we race, we come home, rinse and repeat, same thing every week.” Charles glances at Max where he’s sprawled out across the hammock. He looks fine, a little drunk maybe, but not like someone on the verge of an existential crisis. His hair is flopping into his eyes and Charles’ hands twitch with a sudden desire to run his fingers through the errant strands. It’s not a new feeling, exactly, it’s just that sometimes when he looks at Max under the lights like this, soft and relaxed, it makes his breath catch in his throat and his stomach whirl with an as of yet unnamed feeling.  Other times, he just wants to strangle him. “Must be nice,” he mutters, “getting sick of winning.” Max groans. “Fuck off, you know that's not what I meant. It's just that, it feels like there should be something more, you know? Someone to share it all with, lights on when you come home, that sort of thing.” Charles doesn't know, not really, but he supposes it makes sense in a way. You achieve one dream - world champion, check (twice) - then you start seeking out the next. In Max's case that seems to be some sort of cosy picket fence. Like Maslow's hierarchy of needs, but for millionaires who drive fast cars for a living.  He's still stuck on the previous step of the pyramid though, so he's not feeling entirely charitable about it right now.  “Then date, find someone, it's not that complicated.” It comes out harsher than intended, but Charles is feeling a little lost at the direction of this conversation, and the image of Max settling down is rattling around in his brain for some reason, ugly and discordant.  Max is quiet for a moment, and Charles kind of maybe feels like a bit of an asshole.  “Tried that,” he says finally. “It didn’t exactly work out.” Charles definitely feels like an asshole then, winces at the words because, yeah, he did. There’d been a ring and everything, it had been a bit messy.  “Sorry,” he tries, but Max waves him off, shrugging. "Do you not get lonely?" "I date." Max snorts at that, which- rude.  “I have racing. I like racing. I'm not-” he gestures vaguely at Max's sprawled form- “losing it because I don’t have someone waiting for me when I come home. I’m happy.” “Yeah well, I guess it just doesn’t feel the same anymore.” “What doesn’t?” “Racing.” That catches Charles’ attention, sets the alarm bells ringing in his admittedly alcohol muddled mind. There are few constants in his life but Max and racing are two of them. 

Everyone has probably been tagged by now as I'm so late but if you see this and you haven't then plz, this is your invite!! Share all the snippets !!!

martin brundle talking about how fixing eau rouge would "ruin it" and how he doesnt understand why formula 1 wont run a competitive session while logan aquaplanes and causes a red flag right near the part of the track that dilano died on. i hope brundle fucking explodes.

sometimes I forget how much I love ovals and then it's an oval weekend again and I am THRIVING

“initial thoughts on this compound?” and max responds like he’s doing a fucking wine tasting 😭

mclaren Bringing the trophy home. 🏆 It’s a team effort.

OSCAR WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

tagged by the gorgeous @cupidskissx 🥰

post the last line you wrote:

The swooping desert around them seems endless, even though Max knows they’re not far from the city. It feels like the edge of the earth, or something equally dramatic. In the way it would’ve been, before people knew any better. As west as you can go until you run out of road.

(I cheated, because the very last thing I wrote is the end of this fic so *spoilers*, but this is the second last thing)

I feel like everyone has been tagged already but if not, @albertparks @remapped-soul @xiaoluclair @nyoomfruits bc ily all 💕

rosanna asking if checo is still ill and that’s why he’s off today and christian saying “he’s not 5 millimeters ill” 💀

ugh post-quali maxsplaining is back, my heart is full 🥰

phenomenally late to the party as usual, but!!! @cupidskissx thank you for the tag u absolute darling 🥰 I love seeing people's answers to these but I'm literally a very boring person so don't get excited

1: are you named after anyone? not that I'm aware of!

2: when was the last time you cried? literally yesterday, lol.

3: do you have kids? nope but I'd love to have them some day!

4: do you use sarcasm a lot? constantly.

5: what sports do you play/have you played? I play hurling (watch here, for context if you're not Irish), when I was younger I also played football (gaelic football, not to be confused with other sports), soccer, hockey and athletics. But hurling has always been my main sport!

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people? is posture a weird answer for this? But yeah how people hold themselves. And a person's smile obviously

7: scary movies or happy endings? happy endings, real life is scary enough.

8: any hidden talents? I can cook pretty well? idk talent has left the building tbh

9: where were you born? 🇮🇪🇮🇪

10: what are your hobbies? sport (playing, coaching, watching- anything sport related),  I also play music- classical specifically (cello, violin, choral), horse riding, and running.

11: do you have any pets? two family dogs, but no pets of my own.

12: how tall are you? 5'2"

13: fave subject in school? is PE a legitimate answer? haha 😅 but otherwise maths and physics

14: dream job? pro athlete I guess? That would be sick but I ain't got that kind of talent (and chose an amateur sport to fall in love with). But I really love my job (lawyer) and worked pretty hard to get here so I guess I'm in my dream realistic job? Actually no, I'd love to open a restaurant one day, that'd be the dream, minus the anti-social hours

15: eye colour? green I think. I'm never 100% sure.

idk who has been tagged in this or who hasn't but I'm super nosey so if you see this and haven't been tagged this is your @, I'm tagging you all xx

this is the most american thing I've ever seen and I love it

say what you will about NASCAR at Le Mans but holy SHIT it sounds amazing