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lando x roommate!reader where the reader thinks he isn't home so she just runs around the flat in lingerie doing her daily things and lando decides to get something from the kitchen while he does so he sees her and decides to fuck her!

including a little teasing and maybe size kink?

love your work!<3

Warnings: lingerie, smut, 18+, tad of fingering

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Lando had yapped something or the other about needing to go and get some drinks with his mates and wouldn’t be back for ages. So you didn’t necessarily care that you were in a set of fluro yellow lingerie, conveniently whatever you could grab from the closet. 

You were reaching at rhe tip of the bookshelf, your duster fluttering over the crevices, when a sudden voice made you nearly tip the damn shelf down. “That’s a….sight to see,”.

You sound around at the voice, eyes wide as you saw Lando, his eyes scanning your body. You’d been going through a constant array of flirting and teasing throughout your stay with Lando, most of it, well, sexual. 

“Looking nice, though, Y/N,” he said,  smirk across his features as you took in his own outfit. It was a  white button up shirt, well, he buttons undone down to his chest, an array of chains on neck and collarbone. 

You’d seen him shirtless countless times anyways, the man insisted on walking around the damn apartment without anything om his torso anyways. “Yeah?” you asked, not afraid or jump into your own little teasing.

“You like what you see?” you asked, watching Lando take a slightly shaky step forwards, his eyes glued to your thighs and chest. “So fucking gorgeous,” Lando muttered under his breath, his eyes tracing every dip and curve in your body.

“Doing housework?” Lando’s attention dropped to the duster in your hand, as you shrugged. “Carry on, then,” he said simply, moving to change his attention to taking his shows off. Your smirk fell as he did so, had he teased you just for the fun of it. 

“Clean mr bedroom as well,” Lando called to you as you rolled your eyes indignantly. “I’m not a maid, Lando,” you said to him with a scowl. “I’ll reward you for it,” Lando smirked. Like you’d ever turn that down. 

You made your way upstairs, leaning over the bed as you worked in plumping up the pillows. “God, you look so good like that,” Lando said, walking into the room behind you as you looked up, “on all fours, on my bed,”. God you could basically feel the possessiveness. 

“Lando…” you gasped as he stood behind you, pressing his growing bulge against your thighs, his lips coming to trace and pepper your neck and shoulders with kisses. He hummed into your neck, not stopping as he slowly undid his belt, his cock springing rock-hard in his hand.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as he ran the thick head of member up your clothed cunt, his hand coming to rub soft circles on your clit. “Let’s get this off, yeah?” Lando grinned. God, you wanted nothing more. 

As soon as you were stripped of the lingerie, which Lando took ages to remove, due to him admiring you in his colour, Lando didn’t hesitate in running his hand over your sensitive bud. “Fuck,” you moaned, breath hitched as Lando held you from behind, one hand caressing your clit, the other tangled in your hair. 

Lando pulled you it o a messy kiss, tongue begging for entrance as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, running his dick through your folds as a lube to help him enter you. 

He didn’t leave a second before he removed his fingers, immediately replacing it with his thick cock, his head stretching you out. “God, you’re beautiful,” he pumped himself in and out of you, before sliding out to turn you onto your back. 

Your moans could’ve probably been heard by the neighbours as Lando pushed back into you, his chains dangling over your face, one hand tangled in your hair, the other squeezing at your breast. 

“You should be in lingerie everything I come back from a race,” he groaned, his hips snapping into yours with a powerful thrust. “I’d run out of lingerie,” you reminded him as he rolled his eyes. “Whenever I win, then,” Lando changed his words. 

“I’d still run out,” you said, nails digging into his back as he groaned. “Supporting me is so hot on you, Y/N,” he said, your pretty moans and whimpers muffled into his neck as he hammered into you. It didn’t take long for Lando to pivot his angle, finding your g-spot easily. 

“Too big for you?” Lando smirked seeing the flicker of tears in your eyes as you hit his chest, cheeks a pink hue. “Jerk,” you muttered under your breath with a scowl as he rolled his eyes, turning his body quickly as you gasped, eyes rolling.

It wasn’t hard, all it took was finding which spot made you scream. 

“I’m so close,” you gasped, Lando’s cold-ringed fingers tangled in your locks. “But you’re not” Lando said, slowing down as you shrieked in protest, eyes wide. “No, Lando,” you whined, “I need this,”. 

“I said I’d reward you if you cleaned my room,” he reminded you, “finish that pillow,” he gestured to the un-fluffed pillow beside your head. “Dickhead,” you huffed, reaching for the pillow and bringing it down lightly on his head before you fluffed it. 

“Brat,” he rolled his eyes, letting you have your orgasm as he pulled out. his cock throbbing against your abdomen as his cum spilled onto your thighs. “Nice thing to come home to,” he smirked, giving you a gentle kiss as he gently untangled your hair with his fingers.

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Lando frustrated because his body can't keep up with his mind after the Singapore GP (he really wants to please his girlfriend, but boy is so tired)

So she suggests giving him a massage so he can relax and he ends up falling asleep

(if you can, make this extra fluffy pls)

Warnings: flooff

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

As soon as Lando walked back into the apartment, he pulled you into a passionate kiss, his body smelling of champagne. It didn’t take long for you notice the kiss was slightly more strained then you would’ve liked as Lando’s hands weakly tugged at his joggers. 

He didn’t even look like he wanted to have sex. “D’you want a massage?” you asked, slowly dragging his hands off of his joggers. Lando looked reluctant, he did want to please you, but the race had taken a lot out of him. He nodded either way, letting you help him lay down on the bed. 

“Good, you did so well,” you said soothingly, helping him remove his t-shirt and lay on his stomach on the massage bed. “My race winner,” you said gently, taking the oil and spilling it down his back. 

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice slightly strained as you ran your hands up and down his back, working on his muscles with the tips of your fingers. “I tried my best,” Lando said into his elbow, “wanted to impress my girlfriend,”. 

“You always impress me,” you smiled, “get better and better at everything you do f’me,” you said softly. “Love you,” he mumbled into his elbow. “Lo…” you trailed off, a gentle smile on your face, Lando’s eyes closed, his breathing steady as he fell asleep. 

“Love you too,” you smiled gently, kissing the top of his curls. 

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Lando Norris being drunk and his girlfriend taking him home and he’s being flirty and saying stuff like “you can’t do that, I have a girlfriend” to his girlfriend and then being a cuddly mess when he sobers up a bit as they’re going to sleep <33

drunken questions - l.n

Warnings: drunk Lando, swearing

(I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM)

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

“Ma’am, please, you seem like a lovely person, you really do,” Lando rambled as you used all of your force to move his body closer and closer to the car, “I can’t go with you,”.

You rolled your eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time in the span of a minute - he’d constantly been refusing to go home with you…all because he thought you weren’t his girlfriend. Great.

“Lando, for the last time, it’s me, Y/N!” you groaned. “Um, no you’re not,” he said, crossing his arms, “what’s Y/N’s favourite colour, then?”. You rolled your eyes, was this man really trying to verify you by getting your favourite colour of all things?

“Pink,” you huffed. “I…I don’t know if that’s correct, go away!!” he swatted you a little with his hand. Wow, you didn’t know whether to be offended or amused. “Ma’am, you seem like a lovely person, but my girlfriend said stranger danger,” he huffed.

“And you,” he poked your cheek, “are not my girlfriend,”. You winced, rubbing your cheek but said nothing, carrying on pushing Lando like a toddler who was refusing to go home.

“Ma’am, my girlfriend can throw great punches,” Lando said with a whine, “I’ll get her on you if you don’t leave me alone,”. And after what seemed like a great workout and a couple hours, you managed to get Lando home.

“Y/N,” Lando said, stretching his arms as he yawned, resting his cheek on your head. “Oh, so now you remember me?” you huffed, jabbing his side. “Um, I always remember you,” he said with a scrunch of his nose.

“What’s my favourite colour?” you asked, eyebrow raised. “Uh, easy, you don’t even have to ask me that, I know already. So no need to verify or whatever,” he huffed. “Lando,” you sent him a warning glare. “Fluro yellow, coz it’s my favourite colour and you love me and- ow!” he gasped as you jabbed his side.

“It’s pink, you dick!”

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i’ll only say this one time: no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, vile, sloppy, overstimulating, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and id still ride it and say thank you.

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just an assistant - l.n

Warnings: Angst, ghosting, swearing

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - y’all are gonna hate me tehe 🤭

Lando was starting to see you as more than ‘just an assistant

And it was well and truly bugging him. You woke up, from your bed, and decided to change into your outfit, a simply, tight white sleeved top and grey joggers, along with some white trainers. The thoughts and sound of Lando from last night, the sound of your name on his lips….you couldn’t forget it.

You’d be psycho not to. You were distracted as you made his toast, the bread coming out a lot darker than you’d hoped, not burnt, but definitely over cooked. Shit. You spread the butter anyways, silently hoping Lando wouldn’t notice as you put the plate down on the table beside him. He noticed, obviously.

Lando was a picky eater, you knew that, but surprisingly, he said nothing, eating the toast anyways, and trying not to spit it out. Your next mistake was when he asked you to the clean his simulator rig, and you’d accidentally knocked over your bucket of soapy water, and it had flooded onto the bottom, luckily not getting any wires.

“Y/N, what the hell?!” Lando exclaimed when he walked in, seeing the little puddle under his face seat. “I-,” you started, but he interrupted this. “God…just try not to mess everything up,” he snapped. This wasn’t like you. This wasn’t like you at all, you never made mistakes.

What had happened to the Y/N he knew? And then the thoughts started flooding in for Lando. Had you…maybe heard him last night? Had he been caught red handed? Did you hear the way he groaned your name? Or how his mind went into overdrive when the sweet, sweet sound of your name left his lips?

He had to talk to you. Lando just had to. To make sure, that his worst fears were not confirmed, and you were having an off day, or something. You tried to avoid him as much as possible, every time you saw his face, images of him between your legs, pressing kisses to your stomach, his lips trailing down past your hips, down your legs, his lips pressing right to your-

“Y/N,”. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of your own name, not a moan this time, but a colder, sterner tone, as you looked up from the floor you were scrubbing, your hand wrapped tightly round the sponge. You’d look pretty holding something else. Lando mentally scolded himself for the dirty thought, shaking it away as he stared down at you.

Look great on your knees. Enough! This was getting out of hand, and way too far. Lando couldn’t be thinking these things about you, you were supposed to be just an assistant. You were nothing more and meant nothing more to Lando than the person who cleaned up after him and did work and shit. That was your purpose.

“Get up,” he said, his voice commanding yet showing no emotion. You did what he said, trying to push the images out your mind as you looked to him, cheeks tinged slightly pink. “I have a question,” he said, trying to hide the waver in his voice as he looked anywhere but your face, his eyes roving from the floor, to your hands, to your chest, to the wall, to your chest, to the floor, to your chest, to your shoes, to your chest.

Ah. This was getting a bit repetitive. “When did you go to bed?” Lando said, choosing his words carefully. Well shit. “10pm,” you responded simply. It was the time you had GONE to bed, but not necessarily slept…

“Don’t give me that,” Lando said, his voice raising to a snarl. “When did you go to sleep?” he asked, immediately becoming defensive. “Around 11,” you said. You had fallen asleep at 11, but you had just woken up a few times during the night. “Did you wake up during the night?” Lando said, leaning forwards. “A bit,” you saw, cheeks red, as his eyes widened.

“Why’d you ask?” you added, a sudden burst of confidence in your voice. “No reason,” he said quickly, “just wanted to see why you were slacking,”. So you had heard. Shit. Lando ignored you the rest of the day, leaving you to your tasks, and not bringing any girls home that night, instead dealing with himself in the bathroom.

finish the jobs on the list, y/n, I’m out for the day.

That was what the note on the kitchen counter read when you came downstairs, Lando nowhere in sight. He’d gone out, that was reasonable, but he’d usually told you before, at least the day before he’d leave. The list was long enough to keep you preoccupied and you did the work, well enough, when your phone dinged, a message from your friend, Eryn, flashing on the screen.

Eryn: heyyyyy, isn’t that dude u work for’s name Lando Norris or something

You frowned at the sudden message, you’d told her you had a job and mention Lando a few times, but didn’t say anything more. You responded with a 👍 as the three bubbles appeared once more, before she sent you a link. ‘Lando Norris spotted with mystery girl on at a restaurant - could it be his assistant, Y/N Y/L/N?’

You stared at the image of the article. She looked very much like you - incredibly beautiful, of course, and quite similar, but not enough to be as pretty as you. But thanks to the blurry photo, she happened to look exactly like you. There were loads of articles about you and Lando supposedly at some restaurant together, your eyes wide.

Ah shit.

A/N - meow

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just an assistant - l.n

Warnings: angst, sexism, no hate to any maddie’s

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

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And just like that, you were gone, because McLaren couldn’t afford yet another scandal about their lead driver. The very day after you left, Lando walked back into his usual room, clicking his fingers absentmindedly as he scrolled through his phone, not looking up. “Y/N, get me a coffee,”. A frown coated his face as he looked up, not hearing the usual ‘of course’ he’d hear from you when he commanded you something. 

“Zak?” Lando said, his eyebrows creased together in annoyance as he walked back out the room, staring at the man in front of him. “Where’s Y/N?”. Zak sighed at the question, shrugging. “She left. We have you a new assistant, her name’s Maddie,”. (Sorry to al girls named Maddie, change the name if you want.) Lando eyed the girl beside him, the way she gawked at him like he was some crazy museum piece. 

She was definitely not as easy on the eyes as you were, with straggly blonde hair and pale blue eyes. “Whatever,” ,andl mumbled, “get me a coffee,”. Zak left her and Lando together in the room as the girl scampered off, Lando’s eyes following her. She was nowhere near as pretty as you were. 

“Thanks,” he muttered, taking the cup from her. “What the fuck is this?” he stared at the cup after taking a sip. It was full and cold, the girl had gotten too busy on her phone, gossiping to her friends that she worked for Lando, and let the drink get cold. “Sorry, sir,” she mumbled. “Get me another,” Lando snapped.

Every thing this stupid little girl did, was always so much worse than anything you would do. Everything you did was perfect, you were perfect. And you were all gone, and Zak wouldn’t say why. “Zak, for the fucks’ sake, she’s so shit,” Lando groaned to his boss. “Who, Maddie?” the man raised a brow. “That’s her name? Maddie?” he said the name in disgust. Y/N was better. 

“She can’t do basic tasks,” Lando sighed, as Zak shook his head. “We can’t have Y/N,” the man said, making Lando scowl. “Why not? Why did she leave? Did you make her?”. Never did you think Lando would ever care for you this much, but you weren’t even there to witness it 

“Why do you want her so badly, Lando?” Zak said, making Lando’s cheek flush slightly. In truth, he was sounding a little desperate, but that was irrelevant. He needed you. “Maybe I want an assistant who can actually make a cup of coffee,” he grumbled. 

He was right, actually. Maddie couldn’t even manage that task, and your cups were so much better. “Lando, what is she doesn’t want to come back?” Zak said, his voice almost gentle. “Call her. Ask her,” Lando said. He was adamant, and even he didn’t know why,but he wanted you back and he always got things his way. 

With a sigh, Zak entered your number, putting the phone speaker. You were at your apartment,ent, lying on the beek desperately scrolling for jobs when your phone rang. “Hello?” you said. You’d deleted Zak’s contact after he fired you, so you didn’t know who this was. “Hey Y/N,” Zak said, his voice slightly uncomfortable . 

“Zak,” you mumbled, your voice dropping. What was he gonna say? Tell you that you left something and you need to pick it up? “Lando wants to speak to you,”. Lando? What did he want to do with you? You were just an assistant, surely Zak had found someone else to replace you? “Hi,” you mumbled, hearing the phone switch over to Lando. 

“Y/N,” he didn’t bother with a greeting, “why did you leave?”. So he thought you had chosen to leave. But Zak had very clearly instructed that you weren’t to tell anyone of why to has left. “Um,” you said, not sure how to reply, “I didn’t like the job,”. Lando scowled through the phone, scrunching his nose. “Why not? What happened?” he asked.

“If you wanted a higher salary, I’d give it to you,” he blinked. “It doesn’t matter, Lando, I’m not coming back,” you shrugged. “Seriously?” his voice turned bitter. “What is it coz of what I did? I did it, like, twice, Y/N, Jesus,” he scoffed, his cold tone taking you by surprise, “you don’t have to be such a damn prude,”. What the hell? “Lando, I’m not a- hello?” he cut off the line. 

What was the point of that? He’d called you just to pass on that message? You swallowed the lump in your throat as the tears threatened to spill, your knees tucked to your chest l “all you had wanted to do was earn a bit of money for you to keep your apartment and this was what you got. Lando and Zak hadn’t moved since Lando hung up, Zak’s eyes trained on his driver. 

‘That was harsh, Lando,” Zak said quietly. “I shouldn’t have said that,” Lando mumbled to himself, reaching for the phone. “Don’t,” Zak moved the device out of his reach, “don’t make it worse,”. Why the hell did he care so much for you? That was the only question that kept him up the next few nights, that and Maddie’s ridiculously strong coffee. She was so shit, why couldn’t have just kept Y/N? 

Maddie fucked up everything she did, she gave Lando the wrong items for the race and lo and behold, he came 5th. He needed Y/N, not just for performance, but because he missed you. “Call her again,” Lando demanded, storming into Zak’s office as the American looked up. “Call who?” he asked, eyebrow raised. 

“You know damn well who, Y/N!” Lando snapped, reaching for his boss’s phone. “Lando, you’re become paranoid and obsessed with her,” Zak said, frowning. “Obsessed? I need someone who knows one thing about racing and isn’t just here to take photos for her instagram!” Lando groaned, “Y/N never did that, she was nice, and she was kind and I abused that and she needs to come back,”. 

Zak had never seen such an outburst from his driver and gave in, handing Lando the phone. He rung the number, tapping his foot as the device rang. No answer. “Fuck,” Lando cursed under his breath, pressing call again. “Y/N, please,” he muttered, as the phone beeped to show it had connected. “Hi?”. God. Your sweet little voice. Oh how he’d missed everything about you. “Y/N,” Lando said. 

It was almost as if he could sense the way your face fell at the sound of his voice. “Hear me out, please,”. You’d never heard Lando plead before, this was new. “Go on,” you said wearily, bracing yourself for another belittling comment. “What I said, last time, about you being a prude,” he said sheepishly as you cursed mentally. “I didn’t mean it, I swear, it just came out, I was so frustrated,” he groaned. 

“Okay,” you said, unsure what else to say. “Please, please, come back,” he mumbled, “did you watch the race?”. You paused. “I did,” you said, “what did Maddie fuck up this time?”. Lando almost laughed at the truth in your words. “Everything,” he chuckled dryly, “every fucking thing,”. He paused for a second too, hearing the sound of your laugh on the other end. It was like a melody. 

“I need you back, Y/N,” he said quietly. You were still annoyed at Lando, what he had said to you for simply leaving because of him was horrible, and he’d never been nice to you once. But hearing him pleading….no. Lando would just abuse his power again. And again. “You have to,” there it was. The cockiness. 

The acting like you owed him something. It got on your nerves but you never did have the courage to protest about it. “I’ll think about it,”. 

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#landonorris #requests are open #lando x reader #lando norris

Because of my 1000 followers reached, I’m opening my requests!

they’re open till the 15th July

I write for Lando and Oscar but could do Max 🤫

(perv!Lando is very much encouraged, I’m feeling freaky)

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Because of my 1000 followers reached, I’m opening my requests!

they’re open till the 15th July

I write for Lando and Oscar but could do Max 🤫

(perv!Lando is very much encouraged, I’m feeling freaky)

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comfier beds

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: oscar’s hotel beds were just always so much more comfortable then yours. that was the only reason you kept sneaking into his bed every night. definitely the only reason. 1.9k

warnings: reader refuses to admit her feelings!! jealous oscar. very awkward kiss… but mostly fluff!! no use of ‘y/n’

. . .

“Move over!” Oscar heard a hushed whisper from above him, creaking his eyes open, he squinted against the bedside lamp. 

“What the fuck..” he mumbled, trying to make out the figure standing about from him. “Move over!” the voice whispered again, harsher. 

He mumbled your name, confused. Sitting up, he saw you standing at the edge of the bed, your blue blanket in hand. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, already climbing into the hotel bed. 

“What are you doing here..” he groaned, flopping himself back into the bed, watching you make yourself comfortable at his side. 

“Just go back to sleep.” you dismissed him stretching your blanket over to his side. Oscar wanted to put up a fight, he really did. But sleep seemed like a much better option and it was taking over his body. 

And the next thing he knew, he was out like a light. 

.  .  . 

It had been one week since that night, and you had been avoiding Oscar like the plague. Not like you really had to try much. You two were on opposite teams, and unless Oscar was actively looking for you, the odds of running into each other were slim to none. 

Walking out of the steamy bathroom, Oscar paused at the sight of you lying on your side, on his bed. 

He stood there, letting his dirty clothes fall out of his hands and onto the ground. Who did you think you were? Lying there, without a care in the world. On his bed. In his hotel room. And why did he like it? What were you doing to him?

He scoffed, watching your lip twitch up into a small smile. “I know you’re awake,” he murmured, picking up his dirty clothes and throwing them over into his suitcase. 

“Dont know what you’re talking about.” he heard you mumble, your eyes still closed. Oscar felt his lip quirk up involuntarily, he sat on the edge of the bed, “What are you doing here?” he asked, playing with his fingers. 

No response. 

Looking back, Oscar pursed his lips at the sight of your stoic face, calm face. You were asleep. Of course, you were. You always managed to escape just as Oscar asked you that question; “What are you doing here?” 

Part of Oscar chose to think it was because even you, didn’t know why you always sunk into his bed every night. But he was determined to find out. 

It had been a year since you started the whole ‘Sneak into Oscar’s bed every night and then pretend nothing happened the next day.’ And while at first Oscar didnt mind, it was nice to have company after being alone for so long. But then he started to like you. More than a friend.

And suddenly the nights he used to enjoy were filled with confusion. Did you like him back? You had to right? You wouldn’t sleep in his bed every night if you didnt like him? Right? 

.  .  . 

She’s avoiding you. Oscar heard from ten different employees around the track. The she being you. Oscar was looking for you, and it seemed like everyone knew why, because the second he asked someone where you were, they would giggle to themselves, before patting him on the shoulder and letting out a very unuseful statement, “She’s avoiding you.” 

Of course, you were avoiding him. He knew that. He just needed to know where you were. And nobody was willing to help him, except maybe- “Hey Max?” 

Max turned from the RedBull hospitality bar, grimacing at the sight of Oscar. “I’m not supposed to tell you where she’s hiding,” he stated before turning back to the bar. 

Oscar walked over to his side, staring intensely at his face. “Please don’t stare at me like that.” Max’s mouth turned up in disgust, refusing to make eye contact with the Australian. 

“I’ll stop when you tell me where she is,” Osar spoke simply intensifying his stare. Leaning against the bar. 

“I’m not supposed to!” Max’s voice was close to a whine. You always did intimidate him, even after years of being teammates. And if Max were to give up your hiding place, you would kill him. Not literally, but, something close. 

“I’m not going to tell her you were the one who gave up her hiding place.” Oscar rolled his eyes. There was about an hour until free practice and he needed to find you, fast. 

“You swear?” Max turned to Oscar who pursed his lips, nodding. “She’s in my driver’s room.” 

“Smart girl.” Oscar shook his head in amusement. He had checked your driver’s room, but not Max’s, because what were the chances you would be in there? Very high apparently. 

“Thanks, mate.” he patted Max on his shoulder before walking away, an extra pep in his step. 

.  .  .

The first thing Oscar was met with when he walked into Max’s driver’s room was a loud groan and a big old eye roll. 

“Rude,” he remarked, shutting the door behind him and taking the seat in front of you. 

Your face was blank, clearly not happy to see him, “Max told you where I was didnt he?”

Oscar shook his head, “No. I found you all by myself.” 

“You’re not that smart.” You scoffed, leaning back into the wall. 

Appalled, Oscar furrowed his brows, “It’s not like you’re hiding in an underground bunker. It was easy to find you.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

A moment of silence sweeps over you both. You were avoiding eye contact, while Oscar was doing the most he could to catch your eyes. “So…” Oscar started, clearing his throat. This was much more awkward than he thought it would be. 

You groaned, rubbing your forehead with your hand, mumbling a small “Gosh.” before you exploded. “The hotel beds you get are just more comfortable okay?! Mine are like slabs of wood, and yours always feel like clouds!” 

Jumping back in shock Oscar smiled, you were lying. You and Oscar have known each other for many years. He knew you. More importantly, he knew when you were lying. You would always play with the earring on your left ear. Never the right, always the left. And right now? You were lying. 

But why would you lie? You certainly weren’t sneaking into his bed every night because of his bed quality. No. It was because of him. It had to be. 

“What are you smiling about?” you snapped, defensively. 

“Nothing.” Oscar put his hands up in surrender, continuing to smile. Slowly he got up from the chair, feeling your eyes on him. 

“I’m telling the truth.” Wrong. You were playing with your left earring again. 

“Okay.” Oscar hummed, walking over to the door, “Good luck on practice.” he opened the door. 

“That’s it?” you called after him, almost offended. 

Fauxing confusion he nodded turning back to you, “It’s just about the bed right?” 

Squinting your eyes at him, you nodded slowly, “Yeah.” 

“Okay then.” Oscar grinned, “That’s it.” he called back as he left the small room. 

A moment of silence, “Cheeky little shit.” you grumbled, getting up and closing the door, “Could’ve at least closed the door..” 

.  .  . 

“What the fuck Oscar.” he heard through the door as the door jingled. Getting up from the floor, he grinned, it was time. 

“Yes?” he called through the door, peaking through the peephole and seeing you standing there in your pajamas and blue blanket clutched in your arms. 

“Open up!” you shook the doorknob harder. 

“I can’t do that.” Oscar continued to watch you through the peephole. 

You looked around the hallway confused, “...Well why not?” 

“I won’t let you sleep in the same bed as me until you admit you like me.” 

Appalled, mouth open in shock, you choked on your spit. For a whole minute. And just as Oscar was about to unlock the door to help, you recovered. “What the fuck are you talking about!” you whisper yelled through the door. 

“You know what I’m talking about!” he yelled back, watching as you found the peephole and placed your eye into it. Now you were staring eye to eye. Literally. 

“I do not like you!” you glared. 

“Yes, you do!” Oscar argued back, “And until you admit it, you aren’t sleeping in the same bed as me.”

You pulled back from the peephole and started pacing back and forth in front of the door. “You’re being mean,” you mumbled. Oscar frowned. He was being mean. But he couldn’t handle not being in the clear with what you two felt for each other. Not anymore. 

“I’m sorry.”  

You paused your pacing, a shit eating grin spreading across your face. “Okay then,” you mumbled. Oscar stood up straighter, happiness coursing through his body. “I’ll just go sleep with Lando, I bet his bed is just as comforta-” Before you could finish your sentence, you heard the sound of the doorknob shaking. 

Less than a second later, Oscar stood there, his eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks bright pink. “You’re being mean.” he spluttered, moving in front of you and blocking you from walking away, and into Lando’s room. 

“You were mean first!” you argued looking down at the ground, spotting his gray cat socks, the ones you gifted him. 

Oscar threw his hands up, “What are you six?” 

Having no other argument, you just stared at him, a deep frown on your face. “What do you want from me?” you sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself, your blanket now long forgotten on the floor. 

“I want you to want me back!” Oscar cried out, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide. 

You froze. 

Oscar stared at you, his face growing more and more disappointed by the second, with one last sigh he shook his head, “Just do whatever you want..” he mumbled, inching closer to his room by the second. 

His words brought you back to reality, you panicked, no way you were losing him over this, “So dramatic.” you grumbled, gripping his bicep and pulling him into you, your lips finding each other instantly. 

It was definitely not the best kiss you have had. Both of your eyes were wide open, and you just stood there with your lips attached for a whole minute. But still, it felt…nice. 

Awkward kiss for two awkward people. Kinda cute when you think about it. 

“Can you guys shut the fuck up!” startled, you and Oscar pulled away, looking around the hallway, scared.

Lando stood by his door, shirtless with his blanket still wrapped around his shoulders, “You’re cute and whatever, but some of us want to sleep!” 

Loud yells of agreement came from the walls of different rooms, the other drivers, how embarrassing. 

“Sorry!” you yelled out to Lando as Oscar urgently pulled you into his room, shutting the door behind him. 

You both stood there, catching your breaths, giggling softly you sat on the edge of Oscar’s bed. “What are you laughing about?” Oscar grinned leaning against the wall. 

“That…was the worst kiss. Ever.” You struggled out as you burst into complete laughter. 

Gaping in faux shock, Oscar picked up a pillow from the floor and threw it at you. You fell back into the bed, the pillow at your stomach, giggles still coursing through your body. “It wasn’t that bad!” Oscar tried to defend, moving to sit at your side. 

You rolled to his side, looking up at him with a raised brow. “Okay it was really bad…” Oscar admitted, pursing his lips. 

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, before you spoke slowly up, “So…can I stay here or?” 

Picking up the pillow from your stomach, he threw it back to your face, silencing your giggles, “Shut up and move over.” 

. . .

notes; my first official oscar fic!! hope you guys enjoyed, i really suck at doing the whole 'confession' thing, which is why i prefer to write for established relationships, but i hope it didnt suck as much as i think it did!! thank you for reading <3

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This is the fourth departure. I miss you, my children. May God protect you. I am afraid that we will not meet 😭🇵🇸🌹

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This is the fourth departure. I miss you, my children. May God protect you. I am afraid that we will not meet 😭🇵🇸🌹

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Hello, this video was filmed by my wife at the beginning of the second day of the war. My wife and four children were alone. At home, two days later, the house was bombed. But my wife and children were heading to the city of Rafah to escape from the north. This is how my children live in Gaza. Please stand by me.

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I LOVE THIS OH MY GOD

oscar finding his reporter cute ! (fluff)

pairing: oscar x fem!reader

premis: oscar helps a shy reporter during an interview and ends up crushing on her! short and sweet, fluff!

preface: posting this in honor of him getting 2nd place in austria !! good job oscar <3

you felt a tap on your shoulder and you spun around, finding a tall guy staring at you. his eyes were bored and a bit annoyed.

“um, can i help you?” you ask politely, checking your watch.

you had already interviewed the drivers that came in third and second place, and you were currently waiting on the first-placing driver to show up.

truth be told, you weren’t really qualified for the job—your sister decided to suddenly honeymoon with her wife and begged for you to replace her. hesitantly, you agreed, dying your hair to match her natural color and hoping your features were similar enough.

the young man scoffed and ran a hand over his face. “woman, you’re joking, yeah?” he asked after rolling his eyes.

honestly, you would’ve assumed this moody guy was the winner as he wore a racing suit, certainly an f1 driver with the after effects of participating in a race apparent, sweat running down his neck leading to the contour of his—

no, y/n! focus! your sister called moments ago saying the winner of the race was extremely ugly, and, according to her words, “you can’t miss him.”

and, as much as you hated to admit it, the fiesty male was far too attractive to fit your sister’s description.

“sorry, i, um, don’t follow?” you say, nervously running your fingers through your hair, microphone in the other hand.

the man looked back to face an older man sporting a mclaren hat, the former muttering something while angrily staring at you.

is this what a red flag feels like before getting torn to shreds by a bull?

“ok, lisa, you’re on air!”

you turn around rapidly at the mention of your sister’s name, searching for the driver you needed to interview.

“um,” you start shyly, looking into the scary camera. “we are still waiting on the pole position winner for the silverstone grand prix—“

there’s laughs amongst the viewers, and you cock your head trying to find their source of amusement.

“—well we are waiting on him to arrive, so sit tight while we try to find him!”

yet, to your horror, the camera stays on, the filming crew motioning for you to continue.

“hey.”

you turn to find the same utterly attractive yet rude driver staring down at you, mouth in a line and arms crossed as if he were the one that should be stressed.

“oh, you again,” you accidentally mutter into the microphone, freezing once you realized what you’ve done. except, the crowd simply laughed.

you cursed under your breath.

they’re laughing at you, y/n. you’re such a dumbass.

“yes,” the young man said sarcastically while tugging the mic towards himself, only helping to raise the volume of the laughs from the stands. “it’s me again.”

you nodded, anxiety burning in your veins, not knowing what to say. this was not as simple as your sister had said it would be.

“while we’re waiting for the grand prix winner,” oscar said, now stealing the mic completely, “why don’t i ask you some questions, reporter?”

crap!

“uh, okay,” you murmur into the mic the driver stretches towards you. for some reason your palms started getting clammy. was it your nerves?

he puts a hand on his hip and pretends to be in a deep state of thinking. “let’s start with an easy question.” he came closer so your bodies were only a pace away.

“who’s your favorite driver?”

uh oh.

“th-that would be, erm, lan?—lando!”

phew. thank god you remembered the name of the last driver you interviewed!

but the driver interviewing you walked away, suddenly a bit angry. then he ran back into frame, looking into the camera. “do you see how i’m treated around here?”

the crowds laughed, and you hid your smile.

was this the same person you met earlier? how was he so. so—so amiable?

“ok ms. reporter, next one: do you have a sister?”

“yes,” you said into the outstretched mic, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice.

then the man brushed his hand against yours just below the vision of the camera, and—was that a smile? did he just smile at you?

your breathing slowed, thankfully feeling a lot more calm.

you continued, saying, “i do. her name is y/n.”

the driver nodded, acting as if he were actually interested. “is she cute?” the man whispered into the mic.

and god, you would’ve thought this was a comedy show thanks to the immense amount of laughing if he weren’t dressed in a sweaty race suit that perfectly hugged his abdominal region and quads—

then you saw him walk slightly out of the frame, waving at you frantically. he mouthed:

ask me about the race!

good idea.

you leaned into the mic the man held, flooded by his addicting scent. “how was your race?”

“ah, thanks for asking,” he said, clearly having a talent for acting. “it was great! i’m really happy with my results. i scored a lot of points for my team, so honestly i couldn’t have asked for more.”

he went on about the technicalities and such of his car, what went wrong and right, what he should improve on; thankfully he talked until the time was out.

“well, there you have it!” you say as the camera crew gave you the cue to stop the interview.

“what’s your name, again?” you whispered to him.

at this point he just leaned into the mic. “it’s oscar piastri.” the crowd went wild, making him smile.

for some reason you got stupidly jealous.

“seems our pole position driver never showed up—“ you started saying, until the camera crew pointed towards a lit screen with words.

“but nonetheless, thank you for tuning in,” you said, and then continued reading the transcript, explaining the time and date for the next race.

once finished, the camera finally shut off, and with a big sigh, you retired your mic and made your way to your car. never again were you doing another favor for your sister.

“good job, y/n,” oscar murmured, having bent down from behind so only you could hear him. “turns out you are cute.”

fuck. how did he find out?

you swept around, hand over mouth in dread.

“oh, come on, it was obvious!” oscar said proudly. “you did not know a single thing about racing—and you look so different from your sister.”

you simply stood in shock. quietly gauging whatever despicable plan he was carrying out.

“do you still not know who i am?” he asked incredulously.

you cocked your head. “you’re a driver. what was it? osc-oscar pastry?”

he handed his heavy helmet over to you.

“there. now you’ll never forget my name again. it’s fucking piastri.” he ran his hands over his face, losing patience.

“ask me who won the race!” oscar finally said, cracking.

“um, we aren’t in the interview anymore?—“

he shook you by the arms, saying, “i won the goddamn race! i got first, y/n!”

“you’re the grand prix winner?! b-but my sister told me you were supposed to be unattractive!”

oscar raised his eyebrows, asking “is that so?” he tilted his head slightly, a cheshire cat’s smile forming.

“does that mean you find me attractive?”

uh oh.

your body was on fire, maybe more anxious than from the interview.

“since you kept staring at my body the whole interview,” oscar said as he smirked down at you, his brown eyes clearly satisfied at your shocked reaction. “take me out and i won’t tell.”

maybe you would do more of your sister’s favors.

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Could do you please do amira is busy and is neglecting everyone making them have meltdowns ? ❤️

Hi guys. I hope you enjoy reading this and let me know if you have any requests.

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No Part 2!!!

Busy Girl

It was not uncommon for Amira to be busy. Her career as an actress demanded a lot of her attention and free time. However, each time Amira declined Carlos’s invitation to one of the races, his heart broke. What do you mean his sister has to film the third season of Euphoria? Why can’t they film it at the race track? It’s not strange for high school students to suddenly spend all their time at a race track, thank you very much. Despite Amira giving him a thousand reasonable reasons why she couldn’t make it to one of his races, Carlos’s mind immediately jumped to the thought: “Doesn’t my little sister love me anymore?”

When Carlos finally ended his “short” call with Amira, which was only 4 hours long, he couldn’t stop himself from tearing up. Why does she have to work anyway? Their family is crazy rich; there is no reason for her to work. And why does she always have to show so much skin when she is playing the role of “Maddy Perez”? Why couldn’t Maddy wear long hoodies instead of bikini tops?

Carlos was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear his room door opening. “Chilli, are you ready to go?” asked Charles, still unaware of the phone call that happened 10 minutes before. “Whoa, hey, are you alright? You look… interesting.” Charles didn’t want to be rude towards Carlos. After all, the two were like brothers. But Carlos honestly looked like hell. Wild hair, shaking hands, and haunted eyes. Charles carefully lowered himself in front of Carlos. He gently placed his hands on Carlos’s thighs, patiently waiting for an answer. Taking one of Charles’s hands in his own, he answered, “Lord Perceval, Amira called and… and she said—dios mío, I can’t even say it. Well, she said that she couldn’t make it to the race this weekend.” Carlos watched as Charles absorbed this information. Charles looked down, his breathing becoming louder. “Charlie, are you crying?” asked a tear-eyed Carlos. “No,” Charles muttered, his voice thick. “Charles, please don’t cry. If you cry, I have to cry as well,” Carlos informed him, tears running down his cheeks. The two crying Ferrari drivers looked at each other, both unable to stop crying. It took them 2 hours of hugging each other and crying together for them to calm down.

Something similar happened throughout the week to the others as well. Kika and Lily were heartbroken when they heard about Amira’s absence. Alex even had to sleep on the couch because, according to Lily, “The only one that should lie next to me is my girl.” Not that Alex didn’t agree with his girlfriend. Amira was supposed to lie between the couple, all three of them cuddling after some “night exercises.”

George and Carmen had a completely different reaction. They believed that their girl just forgot to open her calendar to the right month and that she meant to travel there. “Our poor darling probably got confused at the airport and jumped onto the wrong plane,” was George’s reasoning. Carmen agreed with him 100%. Their silly darling couldn’t survive without the couple by her side. She was truly made for them.

The worst reaction was Lando’s. When he was informed that Amira was currently filming a new season of Euphoria, Lando fainted. The journalist joked about Amira’s absence after the Qualifying. Lando, outperformed by Charles, only got P2 instead of P1. When the interviewer said something along the lines of “Maybe the absence of your lucky charm made you miss pole position,” Lando, who didn’t know this little piece of information, went deathly pale. In front of 28 cameras, he fainted. Max F. never let him live that down, always teasing him with “You fainted like a Disney princess, waiting for her prince.”

The only one who truly did anything after hearing about Amira was Lewis. His assistant quickly packed his bags and bought a one-way ticket to America. Nothing could stop him from visiting Amira. After a full day, he finally had the chance to knock on her front door. He was met with Amira’s surprised face. Before she had the chance to say anything, he wrapped his arms around her. “God, baby, I missed you so much,” he whispered in her ear, turning his face to kiss her temple. Slowly, the couple broke the hug, Lewis still keeping his hands wrapped around her waist. “Lewis, I’m really happy that you’re here. But to be honest, I wasn’t expecting any guests. I had so much filming to do, a Vogue photoshoot, helped a friend set up her apartment, taking care of MY apartment, looking for—” Lewis interrupted her ramble with a sweet kiss. “Don’t worry, love. I’m here to help you.”

Bonus (+)

Once again, Carlos’s hotel room was filled with the other drivers, except Carlos himself. All of them had their eyes on Charles, who was breathing into a paper bag. “Charles, can you tell us again what happened?” asked Pierre, who was sitting next to his best friend. After Lando rubbed his back some more, Charles started: “When Carlos called me, I immediately went to his room. When I arrived, he showed me inside. He was busy packing his bags, muttering about finally getting his revenge. He said things like, ‘I won’t let it go this time,’ ‘No one can stop me,’ and ‘This is the last time someone will ever see him.’ When I asked him what was happening, he just took my phone, showed me an article, and left. He didn’t say anything else.” After Charles’s little speech, the room plunged into silence. Oscar hesitantly asked, “Charles… what did you see?” Charles started crying again, showing his friends the mentioned article. It was filled with pictures of Amira and Lewis, all of them just a few hours old. “Oh shit. Lewis is a dead man,” muttered George, sharing a panicked look with Alex.