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thank you so much 🫶🫶🫶

It wasn't really his fault. He swears.

It was just. The race had been exciting, competitive, cutthroat. Daniel and Carlos switched places from the first lap to the last, but it was Carlos that came out on top of it.

And not for luck, no. There was little luck in this sport. It was because, in some perfectly calculated, perfectly structured and timed way, Charles made the call. And Carlos stole their win with one of the best overcuts Max had ever seen since joining the sport.

So it wasn't his fault he was reading again and again all the data he could get his hands on. And all the radio transcripts of the race between Carlos and Charles. And rewatching the onboards.

"He's so hot." He couldn't help but say, groaning. The papers were sticking to his face where he was laying, face first, on Lando's hotel bed.

"Are those Ferrari data papers?" Lando spoke, his mouth full and eyebrows so raised they looked funny.

Max groaned again.

Daniel started to laugh in the middle of them. His honking laugh was as comforting as perfectly mocking.

"Can't you just suck his cock like a normal person?"

Daniel kept laughing, his face was getting red.

"Stop. You're killing Daniel."

Lando sighed, punching Daniel.

"Ouch, what was that for?!"

"Stop laughing and help me!"

Daniel uffed and turned Max face up, pinching his cheeks and trying to dodge his hands.

"Come on, Maxy, what are you afraid of?"

Max landed a kick to his shoulder, and was freed from his grip. "He barely tolerates me."

Lando facepalmed, "You can't be fucking serious, oh my god."

"Do you really-" Daniel tried to not laugh again, "Like, are you blind?" he waved in front of Max's face, receiving another kick. "There's so much sexual tension you're making the whole paddock your third wheel."

"There isn't. And we are collegues anyway, it woudn't work."

Lando took some of the papers in his hands, looking at them. "You're pathetic, do you know this?"

Max clicks his tongue. "I am, indeed, aware of this."

"Do you plan on doing anything about it?"

"Nooope."

"Nice work."

Daniel started to laugh again.

(sorry daniel didn't talk a lot. and lando is mean bc hes actually me dealing with my pining idiots friends. im writing this on a bus)

THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOUUUUU 🫶🫶🫶

I love their dynamics so much and poor max pining secretly is so adorable!!! I bet daniel and lando are gonna trick max into being in the same room with charles somehow and end their friend’s misery once and for all... I just love how this whole au is expanding with these tiny pieces

this COTA promo is so brokeback mountain au coded... the religious guilt... the older ranch hand and the younger rookie... the black horses of Ferrari...

petition to bring back cunty podium cowboy hat 🙏😭

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Lando: are those Charles race strategies?

Max: *whines pathetically*

Daniel: *laughing so hard he's on the floor*

I love this soooo much wish this is a whole scene 😭

but yeah engineer!max and engineer!charles would have some weird kink with seeing each other crazy good strategies and datas haha

THE IMAGERY OMFGGG!!!!!

ughhhh imagine the longing stares, the wild thoughts, the power play... I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THIS 😭

↑ how I imagine they look down on each other from the podium ↓

amazing edit by @lestappenfiles

I fear that pierre is most definitely a drama queen and is ABSOLUTELY eating all the drama up 🍿🍿🍿

THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH 🫶❤️

the King of Monza,

the Sun of Maranello,

il predestinato himself,

CHARLES LECLERC.

carlos and daniel would definitely fire engineer!max and engineer!charles if they weren't winning all the damn time

I can still see Daniel and Pierre being Max and Charles’ best buddies

And I was picturing something like this:

“The problem isn’t that I lost the internship, fuck Newey! It’s that I lost it to that fucker!”

“… You are obsessed with that guy, I swear, you sure you don’t have a crush on him” (Pierre)

“No i do-“ *realisation* “Oh fuck I do”

But then Charles refuses to acknowledge it for foreverr

Pierre: Charles, you gotta let that go.

Charles: No. Fuck that guy.

Pierre: It’s been a month, Calamar.

Charles: Well then he had that stupid smirk smile on his stupid face for a month.

Pierre: So... you've been staring at his face for a month?

Charles: Shut up.

[Pierre squinted his eyes.]

Charles: Shut. Up.

Pierre: Whaaat? I’m not saying anything.

Charles: You said something with your eyes.

Pierre: What am I saying then?

I need Max to be Daniel's race engineer and Charles to be Carlos'. Imagine the chaos. The drama.

Those four winning so much that it's as annoying as it's hilarious.

Daniel and Carlos being their funny selves off track meanwhile Max and Charles look constantly ready to throw hands (or fuck each other) right by their sides.

“Somebody needs to lock those two lunatics up together and I don't care if it's in a boxing cage or a hotel room.”

“Ok. See this is the part where you put in your dating preferences. Let's see... ‘blonde, 1.81 meters tall, blue eyes, nerdy but athletic, works in the same industry’... Are you sure you don't just want to type a name there?”

“DANIEL JOSEPH RICCARDO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING AROUND TELLING PEOPLE I HAVE A CRUSH ON CHARLES?!?!”

“So Charles mentioned Max six times in the engineer meeting just now. How bout him?”

“I know what I want — nothing but the best.

I know what I'm capable of — getting Newey’s internship was never a surprise to me.

What I didn't know was who I had to defeat to get that opportunity — him.”

“My mind was always set on Ferrari the moment I saw rosso corsa on a car. But Newey was Newey, I had to try. I mean... who wouldn't?

I had my placement at Ferrari set anyways, so losing out on Newey’s didn't hurt as much... until I found out who was the one who got the my internship — him.”