#McLaren are in a strong position

[thingsmethinks]

HOW about an Oscar win and Lestappen podium at Spa?

[astars-things]

Boyfriend vs Twin Brother

Summary- where y/n does a "who knows me better" video with Lando and Jack (Insta edit down below)

Y/N Hughes sat in her usual filming spot, her YouTube camera perfectly positioned to capture what was about to be the most chaotic video on her channel yet. She had been teasing this for weeks—her “Who Knows Me Better?” challenge, featuring none other than her twin brother, Jack Hughes, and her boyfriend, Lando Norris.

Jack, her other half in life, had been her twin for twenty-three years. He knew everything about her—or at least he claimed he did. Lando, on the other hand, had been dating her for three years, and while he spent every free moment with her, he was about to be put to the ultimate test.

“I’m telling you right now, I’ve already won,” Jack said confidently as he leaned back in his chair.

Lando rolled his eyes, adjusting the McLaren cap on his head. “We’ll see, mate. I live with her. You just get the occasional FaceTime.”

Y/N smirked, loving the competitive energy already. “Alright, alright! Let’s get into it. I have ten questions, each worth a point. Whoever gets the most right wins. Loser…” She paused for dramatic effect, her grin widening. “Has to post on Instagram that the winner is the best at their sport.”

Lando groaned. “Oh no, I can’t be seen hyping up an ice hockey player over a Formula 1 driver.”

Jack snickered. “And I definitely don’t want to say Lando is better at racing than me.”

“Then don’t lose,” Y/N teased, winking at the camera.

they each had a whiteboard and pens in front of them while y/n had her notebook with all the questions and answers written down, 

"Okay you guys ready for round one," she said both boys grabbed a pen Jack grabbing a red one and Lando grabbing an orange colored one 

"First question what is my middle name," Y/n said 

Jack and Lando both immediately wrote down their answers and flipped their whiteboards at the same time.

Jack: Y/m/n Lando: Y/m/n

“Okay, okay,” Y/N nodded. “We’re starting off strong. One point each.”

"Youre going down lando" Jack Chirped 

"I don't think so buddy" Lando responded 

"Okay Ladies pipe down, Question two, what is my favorite color?" 

Jack quickly wrote his answer and smirked at Lando, who was hesitating.

Jack: red for the devils  Lando: Papaya 

"Lando got that one" she smirked "Of course it is" Jack signed knowing she would go for her boyfriend's team color 

"so the current score is Lando two Jack one" 

The competitive energy in the room was palpable as they got ready for the next question.

"Okay, next up! What’s my favorite type of food?" Y/N asked, a grin spreading across her face. She knew this was a tough one, and she loved watching both of them try to guess.

Jack scribbled down his answer, while Lando appeared to be deep in thought.

Jack: Pizza Lando: Pasta

“Neither of you are right!” Y/N said, holding up her hands in mock disappointment. “It’s sushi! My favorite food is sushi!”

Lando groaned dramatically. "I should’ve known, I should’ve known. That’s what she always orders!"

Jack laughed, leaning back in his chair. “You know her better than I do, mate. Maybe I’m just a little too basic.”

"Alright," Y/N said, laughing. "Current score: Lando still leads, but Jack has one point to catch up!"

Lando grinned. "I'm not worried. This next one is easy."

She raised an eyebrow. "We’ll see about that. Question four: What is my biggest pet peeve?"

Both Jack and Lando hesitated, but Y/N could already see they were both thinking hard.

Jack: Slow drivers Lando: People chewing loudly

“Okay, Lando, that’s one point,” Y/N said with a smile. “I cannot stand when people chew loudly.”

Jack threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Well, that’s a disaster. I swear you complain about slow drivers every time we’re in the car together.”

Y/N chuckled. “It’s true! But at least Lando knows me better today.”

“Only because I pay attention,” Lando smirked.

"Alright, alright, question five," Y/N continued, leaning toward them. "What’s my go-to coffee order?"

Both Jack and Lando immediately wrote their answers and flipped their whiteboards.

Jack: Iced coffee with almond milk Lando: Iced coffee with oat milk

“Jack, you got it right!” Y/N said, laughing at Lando’s disappointed face. “I love iced coffee with almond milk.”

“Finally, something I got right!” Jack grinned, feeling a little bit of redemption.

“Current score is Lando three Jack two” Y/N announced. “This is getting too close. It’s anyone’s game now."

Lando groaned, rubbing his face dramatically. "I’m not losing to a guy who barely even knows how to use a coffee machine."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I might not know much about coffee machines, but I know her."

"Alright, next question!" Y/N said, eager to get the competition moving again. "What's my favorite movie?"

Jack quickly wrote down his answer, as did Lando.

Jack: The Notebook Lando: Harry Potter

Y/N paused, pretending to be unsure. "Well, both answers are wrong. My favorite movie is Moana"

“Wait, that’s your favorite?” Lando raised an eyebrow, surprised. “I’ve never heard you talk about that.”

“Hey, I love my classic films, alright?” Y/N defended herself, laughing.

Jack smirked. “You’ve got one right in a while, mate. You better step it up.”

The game continued on, the playful banter growing more intense as the questions got harder. By the time they reached the final question, Jack and Lando were neck-and-neck, with Y/N gleefully watching them argue about the smallest details.

“Alright,” Y/N said, giving them both a look of mock seriousness. “Final question. What’s my dream vacation destination?”

Jack and Lando both hesitated, looking at each other as if they were trying to gauge the other’s answer.

Jack: Maldives Lando: Bora Bora

Y/N’s grin widened. “Well, both of you are close, but my dream vacation is actually the Maldives! Jack, you win.”

“Finally!” Jack yelled, fist-pumping the air. “Told you, Lando!”

Lando just laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Well played, mate. You know her better than I do.”

Y/N turned the camera toward herself. “Looks like Jack wins this round! Lando, better start working on your Instagram post."

Lando groaned, but it was all in good fun. “I guess I’ll have to give you props… this time.”

Y/N leaned into the camera, winking. "Thanks for watching, everyone! Don’t forget to like and subscribe for more chaos."

liked by @.Y/n_hughes @.trevorzegras and others 

@.Landonorris Big shoutout to Jack, one of the best, actually. His skill on the ice is unmatched, and it’s truly an honor to watch him play. Just an all-around great athlete.

(This post will make sense when you go check out y/ns new youtube video)

tagged @.Jackhughes @.Y/n_hughes

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@.trevorzegras Jack paid you to post this, didn't he?

→ @.Jackhughes You’ll never know. 😏 

@.oscarpiastri I'm currently looking for a new teammate 👀

@.charles_leclerc This is the most painful thing I've read all year...

 @.carlossainz55 Blink twice if you need help, mate.

@.fan I don’t know what’s happening, but I love it.

 @.colecaufield No way this is real. I need to see proof of life.

@.maxfewtrell are you okay? Have you lost the plot? 

→@.Y/n_hughes he is fine you're being dramatic

 →@.Landonorris I'm traumatized 

@.user LANDO AND JACK INTERACTING?? MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING 😭😭

@.QuinnHughes Lando’s probably shaking while typing this.

→@.Y/n_hughes How did you know 

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[farfromharry]

Summary: Oscar’s girlfriend is starstruck over meeting Lando for the first time, the Aussie isn’t impressed in the slightest

oscar piastri x reader

w/c 1564

Oscar and Y/N had been together for so long that nothing surprised either of them anymore. In the past few years more than anything, Oscar’s life had gotten crazy and yet she adapted well to all of it. So much crazy stuff had happened during their relationship that she had sort of grown used to it. Every now and then she would attend a sporting gala or an award show– something normal people didn’t do. She was desensitised to it. Or so she thought. 

Being a fan of Formula 1 hadn’t come naturally to her. She learned to love it because it was what Oscar loved. For years he had sort of idolised a certain driver and she had heard so much about him that she started to rather enjoy watching him as well. Y/N didn’t realise just how much she had put him on a pedestal. Not until she met him for the first time. 

Obviously she was over the moon when Oscar told her he’d signed for McLaren, and would be teammates with the Lando Norris. It was exciting. For the first few months of them being partnered together, she didn’t have the chance to meet him. Her job and her degree kept her very busy. It wasn’t until Silverstone weekend that she was introduced to him in a manner that he would hold over Oscar’s head for years to come. 

Y/N had been to plenty of races in her life, but none compared to the size of a Formula 1 race. It was overwhelming, but knowing her boyfriend was part of it was thrilling. There were people here cheering his name. Who had travelled to see and support him. She was over the moon that people were finally starting to realise his greatness– even if McLaren had had a less than impressive start to the season. 

She was getting a tour of the McLaren garage for the first time. Oscar looked happy, truly, showing her around, showing off his car. Her heart soared for him. He was in his element. He was halfway through telling her about the new upgrades to his McLaren for the weekend when she interrupted. 

“That’s Lando Norris,” she whispered. 

Oscar nodded. “Yep. My teammate.” He must have seen them as he came into his side of the garage. His eyes fell on them and he smiled politely, in the way you did with new coworkers you were still unsure about. The pair were getting to know each other, but they hadn’t bonded as of yet. Lando started heading their way and Y/N positively freaked out. 

“He’s coming over here. Oh my god.” She turned to Oscar in sheer panic. “What do I do?”

The Aussie’s brow furrowed. Never had his girlfriend acted like this when meeting someone in the motorsport world. Why she was doing it now was a total mystery to him. “What do you mean? You act normal and say hello. He’s just a person.”

She was staring his way like he wasn’t real. “No, he’s–” There was a gasp and then suddenly she grabbed the material of his shirt in a rather tight fist. “He smiled at me.”

He had no idea what was happening. He knew his girlfriend rather enjoyed watching Lando drive, but he didn’t realise it was some sort of idolisation. Maybe she hadn’t noticed herself, not until the idea of meeting him was actually in front of her. She sort of needed to push this down though before he stopped in front of them or Oscar was never going to live this down. 

“Hey, man.” The 2 men shook hands, slight familiarity now displayed between them. Y/N knew better than anyone that sometimes it was hard to get Oscar out of his shell. Meeting new people wasn’t always his strong suit. Especially when the other was so extroverted. Slowly but surely though Lando was getting through to him. They were getting used to each other. She had no fears that they would be friends soon enough. “Excited for the weekend?”

Things felt more promising this weekend than they had all season. Whether it was because it was a home race with a warm crowd or that they finally had something good with their car, the whole garage was holding its breath. Their time would come, and it might be now. 

“Definitely. Seems like everybody’s chanting your name.” The amount of signs and shirts with Lando’s name and number was exceptional. Oscar could only dream. Australia had been welcoming but understandably they still favoured Danny. Maybe someday he could change their minds. 

Lando smiled. He had been a fan favourite for a few years, Silverstone of all places showcasing the most love. It never got any less surreal though. “You’ll get there.” The Brit was sure of that. Oscar was talented. 

The older man’s attention finally turned to Y/N who was practically vibrating with excitement. 

“Hi, I’m Lando.” His hand extended to shake hers and she squeaked in response. He was looking at her, talking to her. Lando Norris, Formula 1 driver, was giving her attention. Upon hearing the noise she let out, he glanced at Oscar with a furrowed brow. Silently asking what was happening. He met a lot of starstruck fans, but not a lot of starstruck guests. 

Oscar rolled his eyes. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N. She’s a bit of a fan apparently.” 

The grin that split on his face was downright evil. He was enjoying this. It was definitely a first, having a fellow driver’s girlfriend fangirl over him. He was painfully smug. 

Y/N swatted her boyfriend’s arm for exposing her. Now she just looked like a crazy person. “Sorry, I just really like watching you drive. You’re so talented.” Her boyfriend felt like he was having some sort of outer body experience watching this interaction. This woman in front of him was nothing like the woman he knew. 

“I like her already.”

Her hand reached out and gripped Oscar’s arm, squeezing. She didn’t even realise she was doing it. “Not as much as she likes you apparently,” he mumbled. Neither of them heard him.

A call of Lando’s name from somewhere in the near distance was Oscar’s saviour. He had never been so glad to get rid of the man he once considered an inspiration. He had a strong feeling this moment was going to keep coming back. What were the odds of Lando letting go of this huge ego boost? “Well, duty calls. Was nice meeting you Y/N. If I win this weekend I’ll be sure to dedicate it to you.” He waved as he headed back to his side of the garage for a chat with his trainer. 

Her jaw dropped. “Did you hear that? He’s gonna dedicate his win to me.” There were almost literal stars in her eyes as she watched him go. Oscar didn’t think she had ever even looked at him like that. She was even twirling her hair around her finger like some crushing teenager. Lando briefly glanced back over his shoulder, saw she was still looking. He offered a wink and a smirk, one that sent all kinds of alarms off in Oscar’s brain. He had never felt a wave of jealousy like it. 

Before he knew what  he was doing, his arm came to wrap around her and his lips glued themselves to her temple. Normally he really wasn’t one for PDA. Right now it felt necessary. His teammate knew what he was doing and he couldn’t help but laugh. Who knew Oscar was the possessive type? Not even him until now. 

“He’s never won, don’t get your hopes up.”

There was some sharpness to his tone. It was easy to pick up on for someone that had known him for so long. “Are you jealous?” The grin on her face was wide, teasing. She couldn’t believe it. She had literally never seen him like this before. He scoffed. Though his cheeks betrayed him, burning a bright red. “Oh my god, you are. Oscar Piastri is jealous!”

“I am not jealous.”

“You totally are.” The woman was overjoyed. It hadn’t been her intention to make him so jealous, but she was loving it. He always cared more than he let on. 

He huffed. “Tell that to the heart eyes you were sending his way.”

It was easy to forget that Oscar was still just a 22 year old in his first serious relationship. Sure they’d been together a while and he was pretty accomplished in his chosen job field, but it didn’t mean they weren’t young and still figuring out life. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart doing flips in her chest. At first she kissed his cheek, then his nose and finally his lips. Melting into her was completely against his will. That was just the effect she had on him though. “I love you, you big baby, not Lando.”

And he knew it was true. 

No doubt the story of how Y/N had fangirled over Lando would be brought up when she and Oscar inevitably got married. In fact the Brit told the story at any given opportunity. No matter how much time had passed, it would still rile him up. Oscar was never going to let her get starstruck again.

[inchidentally]

no bc !!!

Oscar still not even having seen it but he knows Lando’s honesty so well that it tells him a bit about who was more at fault AND that Lando doesn’t have ego getting in the way of admitting fault or self-criticism, so literally Oscar knows he can trust Lando’s reaction to it as the truth of what happened !!

but even more important is that it’s this quality of Lando’s that means they can absorb moments like these and not have it break them and that it’s such a positive “good for the team going forwards” that this has finally happened - as it inevitably would and definitely will again bc they keep saying they intend to be teammates for “many years to come” - that this is how they will deal with it. that they will be okay !!

like their response this whole season to people assuming they will break the team and their relationship has been no, they plan to remain teammates and they have something special and that they hope to deal with these clashes in a way that doesn’t ruin anything - and they have !! neither of them threw the other under the bus, neither of them are hiding how they feel, Lando didn’t hesitate at ALL to apologize, Oscar praised Lando’s character in the media pen immediately after when Lando walked away from his own interview the second he saw Oscar.

and !!

like I know for a lot of ppl this wasn’t pleasant to experience but it’s an inevitable thing to happen to teammates who are together and fighting for a championship but for me I just ?????? I’m sorry but we rly need to acknowledge how phenomenally well two drivers only just 24 and 25 have responded to this ?? I already resent on brocedes behalf that everyone’s tried to make landoscar the new them bc The Lore, people ! but also shsvshdvjdbdjd I think everyone can officially abandon that comparison bc less than this has sent many teammate pairings into an early relationship grave

and again for me personally I adore the Narrative and I don’t want a PR dynamic and Oscar letting himself look so visibly upset and Lando being so incredibly up front and immediate in hai response and McLaren not making Lando do the post race video and not making Oscar act chipper or put on an act…

and not a single photo or video used from them playing padel with one of Lando’s close friends this week…

it’s just beyond what I expected of them to genuinely have such a strong communication and open dialogue about this together and to back up them saying no, we want to preserve what we have bc it’s strong and it’s what the team deserves and even on a difficult weekend on the very last laps we’re going to let ourselves feel upset and not be happy but we’re NOT going to tear each other down or bring the team into drama. I was obviously hoping for this to be the case but you don’t know until it happens and goddamnnnn.

sorry Nico but when Andrea said be trusts his drivers he was not bullshitting shdhdhbdhd

[f1withespresso]

after the win, before the fall | pt. 1

✎ — oscar piastri x fem!teammate!reader

✎ — series summary: They were teammates. Friends. Maybe lovers. But McLaren lets their drivers race, and as the championship slips into chaos, ambition corrodes everything. Two rising stars, one world title, and a rivalry so personal it bleeds. Love isn’t gone. It’s just buried under throttle, heartbreak, and the will to win.

✎ — chapter word count: +4.2k

✎ — radio: first chapter out! This is the first time I'm doing this and I'm still very uncertain about a lot of things, therefore all feedback is highly encouraged (pls be kind tho). Also at the end of the chapter you will find a selection of songs that (in my books at least) capture the vibe of this chapter!

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The air in Melbourne smells like warm champagne and fresh beginnings. It’s buzzing with the anticipation that the start of a new campaign holds. Everyone is excited to see what has been built over the winter break. Not only meaning the cars, to say the least. There’s something decadent in the way the sun kisses the asphalt — golden and sticky, almost cinematic. You feel it on your cheeks as you stand at the edge of the grid, an almost black helmet tucked under your arm, the orange McLaren logo catching the light just so. This is Oscar’s city. His crowd. His day. But somehow, the moment feels like it belongs to both of you.

Maybe it’s the car. Maybe it’s what you have already felt in Testing — that low hum beneath your palms, the way the MCL39 dances around the corners like it was begging to be pushed to its limits. For the first time in years, the paddock whispers about someone other than Max Verstappen. The Dutch lion might still prowl the front rows, but there's a glint in the media's eyes now — the kind of glint reserved for prophecy. McLaren. Fast again. Competitive. Dangerous. And you? You’re part of that danger. You and Oscar are almost equally quick on track. And definitely equally hungry.

The Race – Are Piastri and [Y/LN] Championship Contenders in 2025? Pre-season testing is notoriously unreliable for predicting a championship winner for both the drivers championship and the constructor's championship. But it’s hard to ignore what McLaren just pulled off in the Bahrain pre-season testing. The Woking-based team topped the time sheets on two of the three days, ran the highest mileage after Mercedes, and reportedly impressed rivals with both low-fuel pace and long-run consistency. After a strong 2024 campaign that saw them finish first in the Constructors’ standings, McLaren now looks poised to make a serious title push again. And they’ve got the driver lineup to do it. Oscar Piastri enters his third full season in Formula 1 after an outstanding 2024 campaign, which included four race wins and multiple podiums. Alongside him is [Y/N][Y/LN], whose multiple podium positions and two Grand Prix wins in her rookie season earned her a reputation as one of the most promising drivers on the grid. “I think they’re the best pairing on the grid right now,” says former Red Bull driver Mark Webber. “Oscar is ice-cold, he doesn’t crack under pressure, and [Y/N] proved she can put together a campaign under the weight of expectation.” While Max Verstappen remains the one to beat and is chasing a fifth consecutive title, the paddock’s buzz is unmistakable: McLaren might just be the ones to break the streak.

The McLaren hospitality hums with a tension that doesn’t speak — it vibrates. A heartbeat tucked beneath polished countertops and bright papaya surfaces. You had gone here after the debrief of FP3, trying to get into a decent headspace for Qualifying. Outside, the noise of anticipation roars through the paddock, the city’s energy folding in on itself. But in here? It’s quiet-ish. You’re sitting on the edge of one of the armchairs, legs bouncing slightly. Your fireproofs itch a little at your wrists, your chest feels tight, and you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline creeping up on you or the fact that Oscar Piastri is walking toward you with a paper cup in each hand and a half-smile that’s not quite smug.

Without a word, he sets one brown paper cup down in front of you. Your coffee order. Exactly how you like it. No explanation for it, just a small act of knowing. You glance up, skeptical, “Stalking me now?” He shrugs and takes the chair next to you, his own cup cradled loosely between long fingers. “You had this exact order before anything every single day last season. You’re rather predictable.” “Mm. Is that so? I get told the opposite.” He smirks, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s something sharper under the surface. Something pulled taut. 

“You ready?” You pause and take a sip. It’s exactly how you like it. Sweet, but not overly sweet. “As I’ll ever be.” The moment hangs full of unsaid things. Of everything qualifying means, and everything this season might become. And then, without preamble, Oscar leans forward slightly and tugs a single white AirPod from his ear. Holds it out to you. You take it without hesitation. Slip it in. A low synth beat kicks in — something moody, almost cinematic and building slow. You glance at him. He doesn’t look back, but you see the edge of a grin creep in. “I thought you didn’t listen to any music before races,” you say, tilting your head. “Well I am today, aren’t I.” There’s a beat of silence as the music fills the space between you, wrapping around the nerves like gauze. You lean your head back and close your eyes. “You had a really good last practice session,” he says after a moment. Quiet. Measured. “So did you,“ you pull your head back up trying to find his eyes. “I mean it.” He finally looks at you, and the weight of it makes your breath catch. “You could take pole.” You snort, looking away. He thinks it’s cute. “So could you. You should as a matter of fact. It being your home race and everything,” you fire back at him.

“Yeah, well.” He leans back casually and takes a long sip of coffee. “Either way, it’s gonna be us. Front row. No question.” You nod, slowly. There’s something deeply comforting about his certainty. The way he doesn’t say it like a hope — but a fact. A guarantee. Like the sun will set, and the MCL39 is a rocket ship, and it’s you and him against the world — until it isn’t. A knock on the glass door jolts you both. One of the engineers gives a quick ten-minute warning. Time to suit up. You hand him back his AirPod. Oscar takes it and stands up first. Runs a hand through his hair. Looks at you like he wants to say something else — but doesn’t. Instead, he walks around the small coffee table. Pauses. And then he reaches out and offers you a fist bump. You hit it. Like you do every time. “Go kill it out there,” he murmurs. “You too.” And then he’s gone, footsteps disappearing down the hall, leaving you with a racing heart and half a cup of coffee going cold. 

You beat Max in qualifiying, both of you do. Front row lockout. McLaren 1-2. The roar in the garage pulls you almost back — last year, that same thunder after beating Ferrari for the constructors. After qualifying Oscar throws an arm around your shoulders on the way to the press pen and pulls you in, just a short gesture. Just long enough that no one could call it unprofessional — but long enough that you feel it linger. You don’t talk about it. Not what’s been growing between you since last season. Not what it’ll mean when the points actually matter and the gap between the first and second starts to cut. But you both know. This season won’t be easy. It’ll be electric. Bitter. Brilliant. And probably fatal to whatever this is. But for now? For now, it’s you and him. The same car. The same goal. The same secret. If the world knew how badly you want to win — and how badly you want each other — it might just tear it all apart.

You stand with a Sky Sports mic in your hand in the press pen. The Sky Sports F1 camera is rolling. Rachel Brookes smiles politely at you, earpiece already buzzing. “So, [Y/N], first race of the season — how are you feeling heading into the weekend?” You exhale through your nose, settling into the rhythm. “Excited, honestly. It’s always special to start the season here. Melbourne’s a fast track, and the atmosphere’s unbeatable. I’m just ready to race.” Rachel nods, voice smooth. “McLaren had an excellent 2024 — Constructors’ Champions. How are you feeling about the MCL39 after winter testing?” You glance toward the direction where the garages are briefly, “The car feels good. Balanced, quick through the corners. We’ve made improvements where we needed to — especially high-speed stability and tyre degradation. I think we’re in a strong position to defend the title.” She lifts an eyebrow. “And how about your teammate? Oscar had a fantastic season last year — plenty of podiums, a couple wins. Do you see him as a serious contender for the Drivers’ Championship this year?” There’s a pause. The sun catches on the lens of the camera just as you glance sideways — and there he is. Oscar. In his race suit unzipped and hanging at his waist, papaya and black, hair slightly damp and tousled like he just ran a hand through it. He’s talking to someone from Channel 4 just a few feet away, but his eyes are already on you. Always are. There’s an unreadable look in them — something soft. Familiar. You shift, mic still in your hand. “Absolutely,” you say. “Oscar’s one of the most consistent drivers on the grid. I see how hard he works. How technical he is. How much he wants it. If the car holds up and he keeps his head down — he’s in the title fight. No doubt about it.” Rachel smiles. “And what will you do to help him win it?” That makes you laugh, and you shrug with the kind of charm that gets clipped into every Sky montage. “Well, I’m not planning on making it easy for him, if that’s what you mean. I think I have a fair shot at the championship just like everybody else does. I am very much planning on being as competitive for the title as Oscar, as Charles, or as Max." “Fair enough—” But she doesn’t get to finish. You feel it before you see him. A hand — warm, light, careful — rests against your waist. Just a touch. Friendly, even casual. But it’s his hand. Oscar steps in just behind you, not even facing the camera, just leaning in slightly like it’s second nature. His palm lingers there for the briefest second, thumb brushing over the curve of your fireproofs — right where your ribs end — before he speaks. “You alright?” His voice is low. Just for you. Not the mic. Not the cameras. You turn your head, meet his eyes. They’re impossibly warm. Brighter than the Melbourne sun. “I’m good,” you say softly, almost caught off guard by how true it is. That smile. The one that’s all bunny teeth and pride and something else unspoken. He nods once, a quiet understanding in the gesture. “Cool. See you in a bit.” Then he’s gone — back into the swirl of journalists, his own interview queue waiting. Like it was nothing. Like it didn’t just short-circuit every nerve in your body. You take a slow breath. Rachel — ever the professional — raises a brow and grins like she knows exactly what just happened. “So… where were we?” You clear your throat, eyes still slightly glazed, but the corners of your mouth twitch up into something half-defiant, half-giddy. “Right — helping Oscar win the championship.” She snorts. “Should we read into that moment just now?” You lift a brow, professional mask slipping perfectly back into place. “What moment?” The interview wraps not long after. But the blush at the tips of your ears doesn’t fade until you’re back in the motorhome, hiding behind your PR rep and the coffee machine. And somewhere, buried in the mass of cameras and phones, a Sky Sports intern is already marking the timestamp. The clip is gold. Twitter will lose its mind in approximately six minutes.

username1 me pretending not to see oscar touch [Y/N]’s waist and then walk away with the SMUGGEST little smile i’ve ever seen in my life 👁️👄👁️ username2 oscar piastri touching [Y/N]’s waist mid-interview >>>> any romcom moment i’ve ever seen i am NOT well username3 i see they took off where they left in 2024 username4 he touched her waist like he comes home to it 😭😭😭 username5 this is so lovers in denial coded username6 how does he look at her like that and still claim they're just teammates 😐

The next day before the race you glance over at him, a few paces away, talking to his engineer Tom. He’s looking focused, as he usually does — relaxed, brows a little furrowed together, but never worried. And then, as if sensing your stare, his eyes flick to yours. There’s a tiny smirk, somewhat of an acknowledgment. His look is charged. Sharp enough to slice through fireproofs. You know what it means — the race is on.

You finish second. It’s a clean drive. One of your best, probably. But Oscar is better. Not by much — only three-tenths of a second. A blip in time. A blink on the timing screens. But he earns it. He wins. You cross the finish line with your hands clenched so tight around the wheel your knuckles throb. The radio crackles with your engineer’s voice — cheerful, congratulatory — but it’s all static in your ears. You’re not mad about second place. At least better than Verstappen, you think. In parc fermé, Oscar’s already pulled himself out of the car, helmet off, curls damp with sweat. He waits for you. Not on purpose, of course. But you find him there, standing in the low haze of sunlight and glory, and when you remove your helmet, your eyes lock again. This time, he grins. Wide. Honest. You hate how much you like it. And then he’s walking toward you, lifting a hand, pulling you into that half-hug drivers do when the cameras are close and the world is watching. Your suit’s still vibrating with adrenaline when you feel his breath near your ear. “Nice drive,” he murmurs, quiet enough that only you hear. You want to say something clever. Maybe smug. But it dies on your tongue. Because when he pulls back, his fingers graze the small of your back for a beat too long. And it lingers — that touch, that heat — all through the cooldown room and onto the podium.

📍Albert Park Circuit

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mclaren Double podium, double trouble 🧡🧡 Great to start the season off strong! Congratulations to @/oscarpiastri for winning his home Grand Prix — you made us and the crowd very happy today, mate 👏🇦🇺 And hats off to @/yourusername for an incredible drive to P2! You both gave it everything today and walked away with the rewards 🏆🥈 Let’s keep this momentum going! 🔥

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oscarpiastri best way to start the season! cheers team 🧡🇦🇺

yourusername couldn’t ask for a better start 🥈🧡

zakbrownceo Proud of the whole team and both our drivers 👏👏👏

username1 i’m never recovering from [Y/N] hugging Oscar in parc fermé… THE CHEMISTRY IS CHEMISTRYINGGGG

username2 double podium and double heart eyes from oscar towards [Y/N]… is this the golden era of mclaren? i think YES

username3 way to start a season! This year it's gonna be papaya!

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The press conference is a blur of camera shutters and questions that feel like recycled soundbites. You sit next to Oscar, microphones angled like weapons, trying not to sound too breathless. "It’s amazing to start the season like this," you say when asked about the team. "The car feels phenomenal. McLaren’s done an incredible job, and having Oscar as a teammate… it pushes me to get the best out of me and the car.“ Oscar turns his head slightly — just enough for the corner of your mouth to twitch into a smirk. You pretend not to notice. You pretend you don’t hear the journalists catching it, scribbling notes like vultures over a carcass. He says something similar, a PR-friendly version of the truth. That you’re fast. Sharp. Competitive. That you are good for the team. No one mentions the way your knees brush for a second as you adjust your seating position.

After the press conference the McLaren motorhome is quiet, well except for the soft hiss of the A/C and the distant murmur of the paddock winding down. Your race suit hangs half-zipped at your waist, sweat drying against your skin in patches, adrenaline still humming beneath the surface. You’re rinsing out your water bottle at the tiny kitchenette when you hear footsteps — light, deliberate. Oscar doesn’t say anything right away. He just leans against the counter opposite you, arms folded, expression unreadable but not unfriendly. “Hell of a race,” he says after a moment, voice low and casual. “You were quick.” You offer a dry laugh, “You were quicker.” There’s a small pause. He fiddles with the straw of his water bottle. Then, without looking at you: “Hey, uh. So… my family’s heading out to dinner tonight. Restaurant by the river. Nothing fancy — just this small Italian place. You know, to celebrate my win and everything.” You raise a brow, catching the shift in his tone. It’s the kind of half-mumbled awkwardness that only appears when he’s off-script, no media, no engineers, just Oscar being… human. Oscar. Your teammate, perhaps a bit more from time to time. He shrugs, still not meeting your eyes. “Figured I’d ask if you wanted to come. Join us. No pressure.” You blink. “Dinner with the Piastris?” A small, crooked smile. “Yeah. You’ve survived the race with me, the entire last season actually, dinner’s not that much worse.” You pause for a beat, letting the moment stretch just enough to tease. “Are you inviting me as your teammate or… something else?“ Oscar’s jaw tightens — not defensively, but like he’s weighing the risk of honesty. “As someone who I like to have around,” he says finally. “Whatever that counts for.” The words hit softly, without grand gesture or performance. That’s the thing about him — he’s not loud with affection. He just lets it settle, quiet and warm, like dusk over Albert Park. You bite back a smile, nodding. “Alright. I’m in.” And when his shoulders relax — just barely — you realize he’d been holding tension there for minutes. Maybe longer. Maybe since before the checkered flag. You don't say anything else. But the silence between you feels like an answer anyway.

The Dinner with his family is soft in all the ways race weekends aren’t. They adore you — of course they would. You’re polite, funny when it counts, just edgy enough to pass as charming. His mum makes a toast to the both of you, glass lifted, voice warm. You feel yourself flush when she calls you “a brilliant pair.” You make yourself believe she meant teammates. Oscar laughs. You look away. No one is saying anything, but you can feel it in the air — the knowing. The way his sister Hattie watches you with an amused glint, the way his dad raises a brow when Oscar pulls your chair out for you. You don’t confirm anything. You don’t even have anything to confirm. When Oscar’s knee bumps yours under the table accidentally, you don’t move away.

Later, when the sky’s gone indigo and the city is noisy with the electric nightlife, you find yourself in a club with Oscar and a few of his old friends. Locals. People who call him “mate” and hug you like they’ve known you for years just because he brought you along. The bass is loud. Everything else is louder — the drinks, the laughter, the way Oscar watches you across the room as gravity itself bends toward you. You’re drunk. Not messy, not out of control, but maybe almost there. Definitely up for a bad decision or two. The liquor had gone to your head already as the blinking lights in the club started to blur. And when he finally makes his way over to you — hand sliding around your waist, mouth against your ear — it feels like gravity is bending. “You staying at the Hilton, right?” he asks, low. You nod. He pulls you closer. His hand settles on your hip as if it belongs there. It’s not the first time. Not even the third. But it feels different. Sweeter. Meaner. Dangerous in that way you only notice after the fall. Your hotel room is quiet and dim. The city outside glows through the windows, but here, it’s just you and him. No noise. No cameras. No knowing glances. His mouth finds yours with the kind of desperation that only comes after restraint. Weeks of thinking about it. Of tension. Of pretending. You don’t pretend now. There’s no poetry to it, no slow undressing. It’s messy — clothes coming off as they need to, kisses too deep, breathless laughter between tangled limbs. You don’t say anything, but it’s all there, pressed into skin: the win, the loss, the way he touched you after the race like he meant it. You fall asleep with his hand on your naked waist.

📍Melbourne, Australia

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username1 wait wait wait — this is some serious off-track chemistry 👀🔥

username2 these blurry pics got me like 🥵 That hand on the waist tho… What’s going on here???

username3 club scenes with drivers? This is the dirt we LIVE for. Someone’s about to make headlines 👀

username4 blur or not, you can feel the electricity through the screen. This season is about to get VERY interesting

username5 it's kinda unprofessional to date your teammate ?! is there not something in their contract not allowing this kind of behavior???

username6 kinda not surprising after how comfortable they were with each other all race weekend

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You wake up to light bleeding through the curtains and your phone buzzing against the nightstand. Three notifications. Then five. Then twelve. You regret not putting your phone into silent mode. Oscar stirs behind you, arm tightening slightly before he exhales and shifts away. You blink blearily at your screen. Twitter. Instagram. WhatsApp. You open one. Then another. And then the third. It hits like a slap. A photo: your bodies pressed together in the club, his lips at your jaw, your eyes half-lidded. Another one — kissing. Your hands in his hair, his on your waist. And then a blurry video, shaky but unmistakable — the two of you stumbling into the hotel lobby, laughing. His hand sliding down your back. Yours gripping his jacket. The headlines are already rolling in: "McLaren Teammates or F1’s New Power Couple?“ "Piastri + [Y/LN] = Trouble or Triumph?“ "From Podium to Pillow Talk?“ You scroll numbly, pulse picking up. Behind you, Oscar groans. Sits up. Rubs his eyes. Sees your face. “What?” You just turn the screen toward him. His jaw tightens slightly. Not angry. Not surprised. Just… processing. You expect a joke. A smirk. Some snide, flippant comment to break the tension. But he just exhales. “So,” he says, voice flat, “that’s going to be a thing now.” You don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say. Because he’s right. It is a thing now. He shifts closer, the mattress creaking softly beneath the weight. You feel the ghost of his warmth before his fingers brush your arm, light—like a question, not a claim. “But I mean we can’t,” he says quietly, “not like this. Not with the press breathing down our necks.” You nod, the words sticking somewhere deep in your throat. You want to tell him that you know, that you don’t want to hide. But it’s a game you both have to play. Publicly, at least. “I’m not about to have journalists twisting every glance, every smile into a headline,” you whisper. “We need to be... professional. Teammates.” His eyes find yours—sharp and tired and somehow still hopeful. “Yeah. Professional. On the surface.” You let the silence grow between you, thick and suffocating, the kind that only happens when you’re both fully aware of what you’re not saying. “Whatever the situation between us is right now… we’re… not just teammates,” you say finally. “Not to me.” He bites his lip, the faintest tremble betraying the calm mask he wears in the garage. “Same,” he admits, voice low. “But it’s not a secret I can afford to have.” You both know the stakes. The fine line between comfort and chaos. The ache of proximity without permission. “So,” he sighs, “we pretend. Play it cool. And keep the rest—whatever that is—locked away.” You squeeze his hand, steady and quiet. “Locked away, but not lost.“ Oscar lets out a breath you can almost hear him swallow down. “For now.” Because underneath the carefully crafted professionalism, beneath the practiced smiles and rehearsed answers, there’s something raw and real between you. Something that doesn’t fit neatly into press releases or team statements. But it’s there. And it’s there to stay. At least for now.

📍Melbourne, Australia

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yourusername What an awesome start to the season in Melbourne! 🇦🇺 Thanks for having me! 🦘🧡 (also Oscar told me he is already tired of winning so he's letting me have the next one :)

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oscarpiastri i didn't say that stop spreading lies! 🙂

mclaren one race down and we are already obsessed 😮‍💨🧡

lewishamilton That’s how you start a season 🔥 congrats!

username1 the caption… the 3rd pic… THE ATTITUDE she’s not clearing rumors she’s fueling them and we love her for it

username2 pic 3 is giving “I took that photo of him” energy and i fear it’s making me delusional

username3 she said “no comments, just vibes” and then posted pic 3 I SEE YOU [Y/N]

username4 why is oscar looking at her like he just won the whole damn world and not just the first race

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lando’s crash today… i know he’s beating himself up, so would you mind writing a fic where reader comforts him or smth?

i loveeee all your works and i hope you’re having a good day/night MWAH

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Summary: Lando needs some comfort after a bad quali :(

Warnings: Light angst, comfort

Featuring: Lando Norris x Reader

Switching from 3rd person to 2nd 🤔 Let me know what we think!

Thank you sm for the request! I wish him the best of luck tomorrow 🥹

This was the first time in all of Lando’s career he was ahead of everyone else. He started the year off strong, ripping away Max’s longtime title of WDC leader, and proving all of the haters wrong. The first time in six years, and he felt good.

It was helpful to have you, his girlfriend, right there beside him, supporting his every step along this journey. Even when he was behind everyone, bearing the burden of being ‘Lando Nowins’, you were there for him, like a beacon of hope.

But today, April 19th, it felt like all of that was stripped from him. He sat a total of three points ahead of his teammate, Oscar, who had just qualified in P2. But Lando? Lando crashed. Lando had to start P10. It wasn’t fair.

If things played out the way they should tomorrow, he’d lose that lead. He’d lose all the work he had done, and practically have to start over. It was a stupid mistake and he knew it— Nobody knew it better than he did. He’s always his own harshest critic.

He sought you out as soon as he could. He found you in the Mclaren garage, discussing with a few of the mechanics, engineers, and reserve drivers. You were so carefree and friendly— The perfect person. It hurt him to have disappointed you in such a way.

No words had to be said. You both simply shared a look. He gazed at you with a look that resembled a pathetic dog, his metaphorical tail between his legs. Right now, the only thing that would cure his heartbreak was you.

You excused yourself from the conversation, which was thankfully dying down anyway. Everyone seemed to understand, allowing you to break free from the circle of discussion. Your arms flung around his neck, pulling him tight to you. He seemed to bury his weary face in your neck, finding consolation in the warmth of your skin.

He breathed in shakily, trying to hide his pain. You could see right through him, but didn’t want to push more than you already had. Pulling away momentarily, you pulled him down to press a comforting kiss to his forehead, hands running through his perfect curls. “Hey, you did great.”

“I crashed, Y/N.” He spoke as if it was a rebuttal, his voice a soft whisper. He should be congratulating his teammate on the high position, but right now he wanted to be selfish. Right now he just wanted your reassurance, and to know that you still cared.

“Everyone crashes. It’s part of the sport.” He tilted his head down, staring at you through damp lashes. “You’re going to be okay. I believe in you. You’ll rise back to the top,” You hummed, pressing your forehead to his. “You always do.”

He squeezed you tight, like he was making sure you were real, and were in fact right there in front of him. “I’m sorry for being a baby.” He laughed softly, but it was weak. Like he was slowly recovering from the hurt. Maybe he was being dramatic, but he didn’t care. This meant so much to him. He needed to prove himself more than anyone else.

“Don’t apologize.” Even there, in the crowd of the garage, it felt like it was just the two of you in the world. Nothing would ever come inbetween your love. You slowly pulled back, your hand intertwined with his. “Come on, we should go congratulate Oscar.”

With a soft smile, he nodded, allowing you to tug him along. Deep down he knew it’d be okay, because no matter what… He’d have you.

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Request: Lando Norris x Reader: Teammates to Lovers, Lando is afraid, that he is not good enough.

The paddock smelled of oil and adrenaline.

Race day was always like this tight suits, tighter helmets, and even tighter expectations. I tugged at the neck of mine, trying to focus on my breathing as engineers buzzed around our cars. Cameras flashed. Fans chanted. And somewhere, buried beneath the chaos, my nerves festered.

Being the only woman in Formula 1 was a feat I wore like armour. It shimmered on the outside a sleek, headline-ready accomplishment but it pressed hard against my bones. Every move I made was magnified. Every mistake? A banner headline.

And to make things even more complicated?

Lando Norris.

He was my teammate. Fast, smart, and maddeningly charming. The sort of person who could make you laugh during strategy briefings and then steal pole position with a grin. We were equals on paper. In private, we were… something else.

I leaned on the barrier near my car, watching him talk to his race engineer. He caught me looking and winked.

"Nervous?" he mouthed.

I rolled my eyes, but smiled. Of course I was.

We'd been circling each other for months. Flirtations over lunch debriefs, touches that lingered just a second too long when squeezing past each other in the garage. Nothing overt. Nothing spoken. But it was there a crackling charge that hummed every time we were near.

And yet, Lando never acted on it.

Not properly.

Not until last night.

I still felt the echo of his fingers brushing mine as we walked back from dinner. The heat of his palm when he'd grabbed my wrist at the hotel doors, pulling me back from leaving. The look in his eyes.

"This isn't smart," he'd whispered, his voice low and rough. "You're brilliant. Too brilliant. I don't want to be the reason you lose focus."

"And if I lose focus on my own?" I'd asked.

He didn't answer. Just released my wrist and let the silence fall between us like a curtain.

This morning, it still hadn’t lifted.

I climbed into my car, the tight cradle of carbon fibre instantly familiar. My engineer spoke through the radio, calm and focused, but my mind drifted.

To Lando.

To the way he looked at me like I was a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve.

The formation lap began.

We took our places on the grid him in P3, me right beside in P4. It was a good start. McLaren had been performing well this season. We were a strong team. A united front. But something about this tension between us made me feel like we were teetering on the edge of something we couldn’t name.

The lights went out.

I surged forward, the roar of the engine drowning every thought. My world narrowed to the track, the corners, the split-second decisions. I overtook one of the Ferraris by Lap 10. Lando was holding P2, fighting off Red Bull like a lion.

By Lap 25, we were running 2 and 3. Team radio crackled.

"Hold positions," came the instruction.

I knew what it meant. We were playing the strategy game. Tyres were degrading. No risks.

But I wanted to.

I wanted to see if I could pass him. Not to win. Not really.

Just to see if he’d let me.

He didn’t.

Every time I drew close, he defended smartly, aggressively. I caught glimpses of him, jaw set, eyes focused. I could feel the adrenaline pouring off him like heat.

After the race, we parked up P2 and P3. Podiums for both. Confetti rained. Champagne sprayed.

And still, all I could think about was the moment his hand brushed my waist on the steps.

Back in the hospitality suite, I cornered him.

"We need to talk."

He hesitated, scanning the room. Then nodded.

We found a quiet corridor behind the media tent. I leaned against the wall. He stood opposite, arms folded.

"Why won't you let this happen?" I asked.

He exhaled slowly. "Because it's not simple. We're teammates. If it goes wrong…"

"And if it goes right?" I challenged.

He looked at me then, properly. All the barriers dropped.

"I think about you constantly," he said. "Every race, every briefing, every bloody lunch. I look for you. I listen for your laugh. I wait for your texts. It's driving me mad. But I don’t want to be the guy who ruins this for you."

My chest tightened. "You're not. I know the risks. I’m not scared."

He stepped closer. "I am. I’m scared that if we cross that line and it doesn’t work, I’ll lose more than just a teammate."

We spent the rest of the night talking, leaning into one another, stealing quiet smiles like they were secrets only we understood. And while the world outside kept spinning, for once, we let ourselves stop pretending.

But even in that stillness, I could sense it. The hesitation in his eyes. The worry gnawing at the edges of every soft thing he gave me.

It came to a head a week later, in Monaco.

We were seated in the back of the McLaren hospitality unit after media day. Rain tapped against the windows. The smell of coffee lingered in the air. I had just finished laughing at something ridiculous he’d said, and when I reached for his hand across the small table, he pulled away slightly.

My chest tightened.

“Lando?” I asked gently.

He looked down, fingers rubbing anxiously at the back of his neck. “I keep thinking… why you’d choose this.”

I blinked. “This?”

He glanced up at me, that familiar vulnerability swimming in his ocean-blue eyes. “Me.”

My heart broke a little at the way he said it like he genuinely couldn’t see what I saw every single day.

“You’re Lando Norris,” I said with a soft smile. “Quickest hands on the grid, heart bigger than this whole bloody paddock, and the only person who’s ever made me feel like I could actually breathe out here.”

He didn’t smile.

“I’m not like you,” he said quietly. “You’re… fierce. Brilliant. Every camera turns when you walk in. You’ve changed the game, and you don’t even flinch when the world tries to tear you down.”

“And you think I don’t get scared?” I asked. “That I don’t second guess myself every time I climb in the car?”

“It’s different,” he muttered. “Everyone already believes in you.”

There was a silence then, heavy and aching.

He wasn’t saying this because he didn’t want me. He was saying it because he did and he was terrified it would all fall apart and I’d realise he wasn’t enough.

I stood and walked around the table, crouching beside him.

“Lando,” I said softly, “do you have any idea how many times I’ve looked at you and thought, ‘God, I wish I could be as effortless as him’? How often I’ve watched you charm an entire room or pull a miracle lap out of nowhere and thought, ‘That’s what greatness looks like’?”

He looked up, eyes glassy now.

“I didn’t fall for you because of a stat sheet or your driver rating,” I continued. “I fell for the way you always look back to see if I’m following. The way you defend me in interviews when I’m not there. The way you never underestimate me even when half the world still does.”

He exhaled shakily, hands reaching for mine this time. “I just… don’t want to hold you back.”

“You never have,” I said. “You push me forward. Every single day.”

His fingers tightened around mine.

We didn’t kiss. We didn’t need to.

That moment his head resting lightly against my shoulder, my fingers in his hair, his whispered “Okay… I’ll try” that was all we needed to break the last wall between us.

And from that day on, Lando tried.

He quieted the voice that told him he wasn’t enough. I helped when I could, reminding him, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly, that love wasn’t about perfection. It was about showing up. And he did. Always.

Even when the headlines caught wind of us two months later.

“F1’s Power Duo or a Disaster in Waiting?” “Is Romance Ruining McLaren’s Dynamic?” “Flirtation on the Grid Norris and Y/L/N Too Close for Comfort?”

We laughed. We rolled our eyes. We showed up anyway.

Side by side in the paddock. Fierce and unbothered. A team.

But sometimes, after a tough race or a brutal press day, I’d find him quiet staring out at the track like it was asking him questions he couldn’t answer.

And I’d just take his hand. Not to fix it. Just to remind him that he wasn’t in it alone.

Because if there was one thing stronger than the pressure or the scrutiny it was us.

Would you like me to continue with how they officially go public, or maybe something sweet like a holiday or time with friends to show how far they’ve come?

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The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Chapter 5

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy, seizures, memory loss, hospitals and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Lando woke up feeling like absolute shit.

His head was pounding, his mouth was drier than the desert, and judging by the fact that he’s still half-dressed and tangled in a celebratory McLaren flag, last night must have been good.

He groaned, scrubbing his hands over his face. He remembered fragments of the night before - flashes of bright lights, loud music, and way too much drinking.

He had won.

Lando Norris was a Formula 1 Grand Prix Winner.

He had been nearly drowned in champagne by Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.

He had won the 2024 Miami Grandprix.

Lando let out a sigh and gingerly pushed himself up into a sitting position, clutching his head as a sharp pain shot through his temples.

He fumbled for his phone, cringing at the notifications that had piled up overnight. Messages from friends, family, and the racing world congratulating him on his victory.

He blinked blearily at his phone.

Too early. Too bright. Too… too.

But there’s one thing he needs to do before he even considers getting up.

He scrolled through his notifications, heart sinking when he still doesn’t see Lizzie’s name.

But there’s nothing.

His fingers fumble as he types out another message.

Lando: Hey, just checking in. Are you okay? You didn’t answer last night. I was a bit… not in the best state, but I was really hoping to hear from you.

Lando: I’m just worried. Is everything alright? I know I was probably being a bit much last night, but you can always just let me know if you need space or whatever. I just want to make sure you’re good.

Nothing.

Lando stared at his phone, the pit in his stomach growing deeper with each passing second. He didn't understand why Lizzie hadn't responded, and the not knowing was driving him crazy.

He groaned, running a hand down his face.

He tried calling. Straight to voicemail.

His stomach twists.

Lando didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Lizzie was usually pretty good about replying to his messages.

He tried texting again.

Lando: Look, I get it if you need time. I don’t want to come off too strong. I just feel like I should've heard from you by now, and I’m starting to panic a bit. Just a quick text would help me breathe for a second, you know?

Lando stared at his phone, watching the time tick by with agonizing slowness. He'd been awake for nearly an hour now, and Lizzie hadn't responded to any of his messages.

He tried calling again, only to be met with the same response - straight to voicemail...again.

And then his phone pinged.

Lizzie: Hi, this is Lizzie’s father. She’s in the hospital. Multiple seizures. She’s woken up a few times, but she’s not very responsive. I don’t know who you are, but judging by the way she’s saved your contact as ‘Lando Not Dying Yet Norris,’ I assume you’re important enough to be told.

Lando blinks. Stares. His hangover vanishes instantly.

She’s at the Royal Sussex Hospital. Thought I’d tell you in case you want to show up to visit her.

Lando feels like all the air has been sucked from the room.

Hospital. Seizures. Not responsive.

He doesn’t even realize he’s shaking until he fumbles trying to type back.

Lando: I—fuck. Is she okay? What happened?

Three little dots appear, then vanish. Then appear again.

Lizzie: She’s stable. But it was bad.

Lando pushes back the covers, already moving, already grabbing for his McLaren hoodie like that will somehow help him fix this.

He needs to be there.

Now.

His hands are unsteady as he opens his flight app. The next available flight back to London is in four hours.

Not soon enough.

Lando: I’m coming back to the UK. I’ll be there as soon as I can.

There’s no reply, but Lando doesn’t care. His heart is hammering, his mind racing, and there’s only one thing he knows for sure—

He has to get to Lizzie.

He…

There was a knock at the door.

Lando jumped, his already frayed nerves on edge. "Who is it?" he called out, his voice cracking slightly.

“It’s Oscar.”

Lando sagged with relief as he recognized the Australian accent drifting through the door. “Come in.”

The door creaked open and Oscar Piastri poked his head into the room. His eyes widened when he saw Lando’s harried expression. “Mate, you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Lando shook his head, feeling the tension in his shoulders tighten even more. "No, not alright. Lizzie’s in the hospital. Multiple seizures."

Oscar’s expression immediately darkened. "What the hell? Multiple seizures? How is she doing now?”

“Not good, apparently. Her dad said she’s stable, but she’s not very responsive. I’m flying back to London to see her.” Lando ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his heart still racing with worry.

“God damn.” Oscar stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him. He studied Lando’s face for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “You’re a mess, mate. Have you eaten anything?”

Lando shook his head, the thought of food making his stomach churn. "No, I haven't even had a chance to think about food. I’m just freaking out, mate. I’ve never seen her have a seizure, let alone multiple seizures…She had one last week before we had dinner, but she seemed fine, just tired… I have no idea how bad it’s going to be. This is...this is so messed up."

Oscar nodded sympathetically, his expression still grave. "Go," he said simply. "I'll make your apologies to Zac and the team."

Lando nodded numbly, already moving to pack a bag. Oscar stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "And mate? Try to keep calm. You won’t do Lizzie any good if you’re a wreck yourself."

Lando huffed out a breath. "I’ll try."

"Can you tell Max..." Lando trailed off. He had no idea what to even…

Oscar's expression softened. “I’ll tell Max. And the others. You just focus on getting to the hospital, alright?”

Lando nods, his throat suddenly feeling thick. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Oscar."

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comforter - oscar piastri

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pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

warnings: Australian GP 2025! English is my second language!

type: fluff/angst

word count: 1.7k

belonging: australia gp 2025

summary: when your home race doesn't go your way, only the person who is ‘home’ remains

more content: formula 1 masterlist, oscar piastri masterlist, as a boyfriend - lando norris, as a boyfriend - charles leclerc, as a boyfriend - max verstappen

The weekend in Australia got off to a great start. Each driver stepped back into their role, starting a whole new story. The whole paddock was flooded with new drivers too - after all, you welcomed six of them this year. And so it all began in beautiful and sunny Melbourne.

You didn't have a long way to go this time, as you had been staying with Oscar for a while during their break. Lazy mornings, beach walks, and quiet dinners with his family had become part of your routine. But now, the real world was back, and Oscar was once again the focused, determined driver you knew so well.

Saturday was a smooth start. Oscar looked comfortable in the car, finishing the qualifying strong only after Lando. McLaren had brought some upgrades, and the early signs were promising. You watched from the garage with his family, headphones on, listening to his radio messages and feeling the adrenaline that always came with race weekends.

"You nervous?" One of the engineers asked you with a smirk.

"Not for him. He’s got this," you replied confidently, even though a tiny part of you always felt the pressure of his home race.

As the sun dipped below the Melbourne skyline, you and Oscar finally had a moment to breathe. He was tired but excited, stretching out on the couch back at the apartment. "Tomorrow’s going to be interesting," he mused, scrolling through his phone. "The track felt great today."

‘You did great’ you winked at him as he put the phone down and kissed the tip of his nose, smiling at him “I see first place tomorrow”.

---

But first place the next day did not come. There were problems right from the start - starting with the weather which was not what it should have been - dark clouds came over Melbourne, which was just the start of that foul day. The rain problem soon turned into a problem with Max, who (as befits a world champion) quickly overtook Oscar, dropping him to third place. Admittedly, Oscar recovered his position after a long time, but that was not the end of it.

The 44th lap was the moment that destroyed the entire race.

One moment, Oscar was managing his race, the next, his McLaren twitched on the slick track, and before anyone could react, he was nearly in the barriers.

Yellow flags waved, the commentary team’s voices rose, and the McLaren garage remained frozen in shock. You barely registered the replays on the screen—your eyes were fixed on his name, waiting for any sign of movement.

Then, the radio crackled to life.

"Yeah… I’m okay."

You knew that this was the end, the chance of winning no longer existed, and it actually wiped points of any kind out of Oscar's hands. To you it didn't matter at all when you knew he was safe, even if he managed to win points later, you were well aware of how it would weigh on his psyche.

When he returned to the garage after the race was over and celebrated, he already had his helmet off, but frustration was painted on his face. He exchanged a few words with his engineers and Zak Brown, nodding stiffly before walking away. He tried to shuffle quietly through the space without drawing more attention to himself. Oscar never wanted to be the one considered ‘moody’, preferring to keep his emotions in check.

You hesitated, knowing he needed space, but also knowing that if anyone could reach him at a time like this, it was you. He wasn't always the strong and independent Oscar, you knew that well.

You found him in his driver's room, sitting on the recliner and staring out the window. The rain was running mournfully down the window, creating an even worse mood than it already was.

"Are you okay?" you asked quietly, even though you knew the answer.

Oscar let out a humourless giggle, shaking his head. "Brilliant, huh?" His voice was bitter. "So much work and it just …. Gone"

You stepped closer, closing the door behind you, and sat down next to him on the recliner as he made room for you. You sat sideways at the level of his stomach and looked at him softly. Oscar was still in his suit, even though it had been over 40 minutes since the race. His hair was drenched in rain and champagne and his face was flushed.

"Everyone saw how much effort you put into it," you muttered, touching his forearm. "The first race doesn't define the whole year."

Exhaling through his nose, he finally looked you in the eye and moved slightly towards you, succumbing to your touch. "One race, but at home."

And that was the real burden of it all. The disappointment of not being able to give his fans, his family and his team the result they all expected. The breakthrough of the ‘spell’ that lay on the Australians at Albert Park. And it didn't work out.

You squeezed his shoulder. "Yeah, it sucks. But your career is just developing, if not today, then next year. Oscar, you're a good enough driver that you'll make it one day. The world doesn't end today because you didn't win this one," you said, looking straight into his eyes, though Oscar himself after a moment began to wander his eyes everywhere but into your eyes. "Besides, not many people would come back so bravely and still win the points."

A silence ensued between the two of you, broken only by the sound of rain outside the window and Oscar sighed, before smiling slightly at you.

"Can we go home?" the boy asked, touching your hand, to which you merely nodded.

---

The drive home was quiet, the hum of the rain against the car filling the silence between you. Oscar wasn’t sulking—he wasn’t the type—but you could tell he was still replaying the race in his head. You didn’t push him to talk. Instead, you rested your hand on his thigh, a silent reassurance that you were there.

By the time you reached his house, the tension had begun to fade. His childhood home was warm and comforting - exactly what he needed after a day like this. Nicole was already in the kitchen, moving with ease, preparing something for the both of you. She didn't ask about the race in the car and she didn't now either: she knew her son very well and she knew that was how she should act.

"Make yourself comfortable," she called over her shoulder. "I'll bring you something in a minute."

Oscar merely nodded, bestowing a small smile on her, then led you upstairs to his room. You loved spending time up there, his house all permeated with family warmth and the presence of so many people.

It wasn't long before Oscar embraced after the race with you, changing into more homely clothes and you both landed on his bed together, covered in a soft blanket while a movie was playing in the background. The first better one, as long as something was drowning out the silence.

Oscar rested his head against your chest, laying between your breasts, his weight pressing you into the mattress while he absentmindedly drew patterns on your skin. His eyes flicked towards the screen, but you knew he wasn't really watching it.

"Feeling better?" you muttered, combing your fingers through his hair. It was so soft and smelled of fresh papaya.

He hummed, shifting slightly so he could look at you. "Yes. It helps." He smiled half-heartedly at you. "You help."

You smiled, kissing his forehead. "I told you it's not the end of the world."

"It feels like it" he muttered, though his voice lacked the frustration of before. He sighed, resting his chin against your collarbone. "But I think I'll survive."

Before you had time to reply, a quiet knock on the door sounded and Nicole peeked inside with a warm smile.

"I brought you some tea and a snack," she said, placing the tray on his bedside table. "I thought you could both use something warm after today."

"Thanks, Mum," Oscar said, his voice softer now, more like his own.

She patted him affectionately on the head, then turned back to you, stroking your shoulder. "And thank you for looking after him. You are very important to all of us."

You smiled, squeezing her hand. "Thank you, I will always take care of him."

Nicole left you both alone, and Oscar finally shifted, sitting down enough to grab a mug of tea. He took a sip and then handed it to you, watching you do the same.

"Okay," he said after a moment. "Maybe today wasn't a total disaster."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I'm glad you finally figured it out."

Oscar waited another moment, putting the cup down on his bedside table, and snuggled into you again, wrapping the blanket around you tightly.

You reached for the snack Nicole had left—a plate of biscuits and some fruit—picking up a piece and holding it to his lips. Oscar raised an eyebrow at you but took a bite anyway, chewing lazily.

"Are you feeding me now?" he mumbled, amused.

You grinned, popping a piece into your own mouth. "Just making sure you don’t waste away from post-race sadness."

"You know," he murmured, resting his forehead against yours, "I don’t think I’d be handling today this well if you weren’t here."

Your heart softened at his honesty. You lifted a hand, brushing your fingers against his cheek. "That’s what I’m here for."

Oscar hummed, eyes flickering down to your lips before back to your eyes. "Yeah, but I should probably find a way to thank you properly."

Before you could tease him, he closed the gap between you, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—just slow, sweet, and filled with all the words he didn’t know how to say.

And as the rain continued to fall outside, you knew that no matter how bad a race weekend could be, moments like this - warm, quiet and full of love - were what really mattered.

A/N: please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

a very very short chapter, but I needed to write something about Oscar, and especially after that fateful Australia

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐒 (𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄) ᯓ★

Pairing: Racer!Daniela Avanzini/Fem!Reader

Daniela Avanzini, the F1 Academy World Champion at just 20 years old, is coming into her 2nd season with a positive attitude, ready to take on anything and anyone in her way... that is until you showed up.

Content: Formula 1 AU, Racing, Rivalry, Jealousy, Strong Language, Car accident, Major Character Injuries

A/N: This is probably my most ambitious fic ever... hope yall like it :] btw the ending may be very confusing but i have somethings planned in the near future so stay tuned!!!

Word Count: 6.8k

Masterlist

"We are on our final lap, ladies and gentlemen, and it seems like our prodigy rookies from McLaren and Mercedes are neck and neck!"

Daniela's mind races almost as fast as her car's going. She can't hear much, but a ringing in her ear can be heard under the metronome of her heartbeat. She keeps glancing to her right side, keeping track of where her rival, Sophia Laforteza, is. The finish line was just within her grasp, she could practically taste it. The radio in her ear spews out familiar words she can't decipher, they’re all blocked out by one thought in her mind: win.

Daniela’s adrenaline spikes as she makes a sharp turn on the course, nearly hitting the pit wall. Her hands shake as she changes gears. If she’s being honest, she has no clue what she’s doing, but as she glances over the crowd, she remembers that she’s there to entertain, so she's going to give them what they want.

She moves in closer to Sophia, the Filipina glancing over in confusion. They both accelerate at the same pace when they see the finish line creep into their point of view. Daniela smirks and looks over to Sophia to get her attention. They make eye contact, and Daniela gives her a little wave, distracting the girl before quickly overtaking Sophia and blocking her from going any further. Sophia attempts to pass her, but every time she tries, Daniela thinks one step ahead of her and moves in the same direction. The Latina smirked, happy to get on the girls' nerves as she shifted gears one final time, accelerating to her fullest and crossing the finish line, Sophia directly behind her. Her ears finally clear as she hears Manon, her race engineer, asking her what the hell just happened. Daniela doesn't respond, though, as she sees the crowd of roaring fans cheer her as she passes by.

After finishing her cooldown lap, she makes her way to the pit lane, seeing her team there ready to congratulate her on her first win of the season. She jumped out of her car and stood on the vehicle, raising her hands in victory as people around her cheered. A camera crew follows her as she goes to her pit crew, giving them thanks and congratulating them on this shared victory. She spots Sophia, also with her team celebrating her second place, people patting her shoulder and helmet, just as some did to Daniela. She sees the girl go up to someone the Latina hadn't recognized. Her face was glowing with glee as she congratulated Sophia, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug. Just as she was about to get hypnotized by the girl’s beauty, she felt a nudge on her shoulder. She turns to see her teammate, Megan Skiendiel, face lit up as she takes off her helmet.

“What the hell, dude! That was insane, congratulations!” Daniela smiles and takes her helmet off too, wrapping her arms around the girl in a hug. She hears paparazzi snap pictures, and when they release, she sees the multiple cameramen trying to capture the moment.

“Yeah, I have no clue what the hell just happened there. I think Manon’s pissed at me though, I was just a little bit reckless,” she says scratching the back of her head.

“Yeah, I don't even know what you were trying to do but that was just… damn. McLaren's overjoyed to have you, Ms. Champion,” Daniela laughs at Megan’s nickname for her,” C’mon, that was last season, I’m starting fresh, y’know. I have high hope, but I’m humbling myself,”

“Right, right,” They’re about to make their separate ways until a familiar voice pulls them away. They turn to see Oscar, calling them over from the side. The two jog up to him, and Daniela gives him a high five into a hug.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on your way to Australia?” She pulled away so that Megan could hug the F1 racer, too.

“You kidding me? Couldn't miss your first race of the season,” the two girls giggled as he recounted his rush to get to them. They made some small talk before someone behind them cleared their throat. Daniela turns to see Sophia, standing there with a smug look on her face. She makes eye contact with you, standing behind Sophia, but she doesn't say anything as the other girl speaks,” Hello? Where's my hug, Oscar?”

He rolls his eyes as he goes over to hug her, too. They stay for a bit till Oscar makes eye contact with you, and you awkwardly give a small wave.

“And is this who I think it is?” He says before moving to you.

“Oh, yeah, that’s my sister, Y/N. She’s a fan of McLaren, to say the least.” You nod sheepishly, trying not to make eye contact with the group. Daniela studies you, the way you shift your legs, and the way that your face glows with the natural lighting. Oscar scoffs and moves to greet you.

“Well, I’m always down to meet fa-”

“Not you, Piatri, she’s here to see Avanzini.” Both of your eyes widen, and you both turn to face each other. Daniela’s blank expression quickly turns to a warm smile, and she starts to walk up to you,” Nice to meet you, Y/N, I hope you enjoyed me kicking your sister’s ass.”

Sophia hits the top of Daniela’s head, and you can’t help but let out a giggle, making Daniela’s heart suddenly start pounding.

“No, yeah, I enjoyed it. She needed to be humbled recently with all the big talk she was doing at home.” Before Sophia was about to tell you off, you guys heard someone calling for Daniela, Sophia, and Megan to the podium.

“Well, that is my cue to leave. Congratulations, you three, I can’t wait for the rest of the season. Dani, Megan, call me if you need anything, I would be there in a heartbeat.” And with that, the F1 racer had waved goodbye and headed in the opposite direction, away from crowds, so no one would spot him as he made his exit. Megan went ahead first, slowly followed by Sophia, and just as Daniela was about to follow them, you took her shoulder into your hand, having her glance back at you. You quickly moved your hand away and stuttered, ”Sorry, I just–uhm… You did well out there.”

Daniela gave a warm smile and held her hand out, You hesitantly took it before she met you halfway and shook it,” Thanks, babe.” She says, winking and making her way to the rest of the drivers, leaving you stunned, confused, and flustered.

Daniela’s alarm blares through the girl’s room, much to the girl’s dismay. She checked the time, and it unfortunately showed 5 a.m., so she got up, stretched, and got ready to start her day. She went through her usual routine of working out, eating breakfast, and going for a walk, the usual things she does during the day. She got home and lazed on the couch, not having anything else on her agenda. She scrolled through her phone before getting a text from Sophia.

SL31

Get ready, I’m picking you up in an hour 😸

DA71

huh? for wat 😫

SL31

Don’t ask, just get ready.

DA71

ominous but okay, i’ll take a nap and get ready 😴

SL31

No, get ready now cause your ass won’t wake up on time.

DA71

fine whateverrrrrrr

SL31 disliked a message

Daniela giggled before putting her phone down and heading upstairs to get herself ready. She put on some casual jeans and one of her jerseys with her number on it (Megan says it’s a little narcissistic, but Daniela says that it’s an indicator for people when they recognize her). The girl makes her way downstairs and to her kitchen to get a bottle of water. She leans against her kitchen counter, waiting for Sophia to text her about her arrival. She’s scrolling through Instagram when she sees Sophia’s post about her win that Sunday. She scrolls on the post till she stops at a picture of you and Sophia. You're smiling while holding the trophy in your hands, your face having the same glow to it as yesterday, like it’s constantly shining. She decides, fuck it, and goes to your profile, linked to Sophia's post, and starts following you.

Your account is charming, to say the least. You post about your life, your family, and your struggles of being single, something that Daniela can relate to. She goes through your highlights, going as far as to the ones you've posted during high school. She sees a story of yours celebrating your first day at college, it’s a picture of you and Sophia, the girl in the background, waving as she carries boxes into a van. Daniela snickers and likes it before immediately unliking it, her heart beating out of her chest, hoping that you didn't get a notification of her stalking behavior.

Daniela gets a notification from Sophia telling her she’s outside. Daniela breathes in and out before pocketing her phone and heading out the door. Immediately, when she spots the Filipina's vehicle, she sees you in the backseat, staring off into space. Daniela opens the passenger door and climbs in.

“So, what’s this all about?” She asks, putting on her seatbelt, when she moves her body to click her safety belt into place, she turns her head enough to wink at you, and you give her a shy smile back—you swear the car suddenly became ten times hotter.

“Megan’s throwing a little get-together to celebrate the start of the season. She told me to pick you up.” Sophia puts the car in drive and makes her way out of Daniela’s neighborhood.

“Wait, why didn't Meg just tell me herself?”

“Cause she knew that your lazy ass would've bail out on her.” Daniela puts her hand to her chest overdramatically and scoffs,” Wow, I am hurt that she’s so correct.”

Sophia smiles and nods her head at Daniela’s stupidity. She put in the address of the Airbnb that Megan was staying at and slowly eased onto the freeway. The car ride was quiet, broken by occasional small talk between Daniela and your sister. You tried to keep thoughts of the girl in the driver's seat out of your mind, scrolling through your phone as a distraction. But you couldn’t help pay attention to her laugh when she’d get on Sophia’s nerves or her soft singing voice, going along to the radio's songs. You can see her eyes through the rear-view mirror, and they’re sparkling yet gentle. Daniela blinks and looks up at you through the mirror, catching your eye. You immediately avert your eyes back to your phone, and Dani smirks at the way you sheepishly hide behind your screen. A big part of her is still scared that you saw that she liked an old story on your phone, so she thinks in her mind that if she doesn’t care about it, then it’ll never be brought up.

“So… why’d you like an old post of my sister?” If Daniela could jump out of the car, she would.

“What? I have no clue what the hell you’re talking about.” Daniela says in the most composed way possible. Sophia nods, her face showing that she’s not buying it at all. She looks at you through the rear-view mirror, and you’re pretending not to notice the conversation.

“The thing is, she said she got a notification from a ‘Daniela_Avanzini.71’ about an old post, maybe she was imagining it, right, baby sister?” You look up, pretending you were just distracted by something,” Uhm… wait, what?”

Sophia rolls her eyes,” Never mind.” A very awkward silence fills the atmosphere as Sophia makes a turn to their destination. She parks across the street from the beach house that Megan was staying in. Telling by the cars parked outside the rented area, they were late.

“I hope Megan’s not on our asses about this,” Sophia says, turning off the cars engine and making her way outside. You and Daniela follow her lead.

“Her fault for getting an Airbnb out here. She could’ve stayed in my place back in Atlanta, but she said she ‘didn’t wanna be a burden.’” Daniela complains, putting air quotes on her recollection of what Megan had told her. The three of you walk up to the front door, and Sophia rings the doorbell. You guys stand there for the better part of 3 minutes before Megan opens the door, clearly intoxicated.

“Aye!! You guys made it! Come in, everyone else is in the living room.” She says, slurring some of her words. You guys enter, and immediately you’re met with the beautiful sight of the Airbnb. It’s very spacious despite what the outside looks like, and there’s a back door from the living room that leads to the beach. You look around and notice a few drivers that you follow online, but you’re too awkward to go up to them, so you stick to Sophia’s side. Daniela also sticks to Sophia’s side as they walk further into the house and into the kitchen, where they’re met with Manon, Daniela’s race engineer.

“Woah, what’re you doing here?” Daniela asks, taken aback by the girl’s presence.

“What? I’m your guys’ friends too. You’re acting like I didn’t go to school with you,” Daniela shrugs in acceptance and picks up a beer can from the cooler down by her feet. You watch as she opens it with one hand and downs it. You hate to admit how attractive she is.

“ Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Sophia murmurs in a harsh voice.

“Huh, w-what?” Sophia shrugs and says, “ Nothing.” Like she’s clueless. You shake your head before reaching down to get a bottle of water from the same cooler. You then stand back next to Sophia as you watch the girls around you discuss in conversation. You try to keep your eyes focused on the ground, but you can’t help but look up at Daniela when someone cracks a joke, waiting for her eyes to squint as she gives off a bright smile. And her laugh, it’s contagious and sweet like honey, that one can’t help but laugh along with her. You didn’t want to admit it out loud to anyone, but you’re totally in love with the girl. How could someone not be? She’s sweet, charming, and very attractive; it's no wonder she was your favorite F1 driver.

She caught your eye when you started researching F1 drivers, trying to see who your sister was up against. Your research, however, turned into something of a stalker mission, trying to find any details about the McLaren driver. After a couple of Google searches, you found out that she had graduated from High School early and went into training after being scouted at an esports event. She played on an F1 esports team and accelerated (pun intended) among all her peers, so someone had approached her about doing racing professionally. The rest was history; now Daniela stood as the youngest F1 Academy driver to ever win the title of champion. But all of that slips your mind, and when you look at her in that moment, you don’t see that. You just see a girl that you like, your sister’s friend, a crush, and nothing more. Maybe you sound crazy, but it wasn’t like you couldn't control your feelings. What you can control is how you present them, so you stay quiet the whole day, sticking to Sophia’s side and avidly trying to avoid the Latina.

It’s a quarter to 8, the party had died down a little, and people were starting to leave. You sat on the armrest of one of the couches in the living room, Sophia sitting next to you on the couch. She was talking with Megan about things fans were talking about, dating rumors, and all the boring stuff you didn’t care for. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom, and Sophia nods, asking you to bring her a water bottle when you come back. You agree and quickly escape the living room. The thing was, you forgot to ask directions from Megan, so you wandered around the first story of the house before making your way upstairs, sure that you’d find the bathroom there. You walk through the hallway and make a turn, spotting a door leading outside to the balcony that has a view of the whole beach. You’re about to turn back when you hear a sudden voice.

“Hey stranger, where are you going?” You turned back to where your eyes lingered and saw Daniela there, opening the door like she was inviting you outside. All of a sudden, your worries about going to the bathroom disappeared.

“I’m just… trying to get some fresh air. I’ll leave you be–”

“No, no, uhm… You should come out.”

“Oh, I’ve been out. Loud and proud about it.” Daniela looks at you confused before she cracks a smile,” No, I mean, like, outside… with me.”

Your heart attempts to jump out of your chest, but you reluctantly agreed, slowly walking over to the open door. You look at her before taking a step outside, the cool night air hitting you instantly. You walk to the railing and lean against it, watching the beach waves gently crash against the beach. You breathe in and then out, almost forgetting about the girl of your dreams standing right next to you.

“Y’know, I hated Sophia at first,” Daniela says, breaking the silence. She comes up next to you and leans her back against the railing.

“Really? Why’s that?” You ask. Daniela takes a second before chuckling lowly,” 'Cause, she’s my ‘rival.’ She was smart and pretty and had money. I didn’t.”

You nodded along with her words, waiting for her to continue. She looks at you before breathing in,” I still hate her, but not in the way I did before. I hate her in a way that makes me love her, y’know?”

Your heart drops at the sudden confession, and you can't stop your mouth from asking,” As friends, right?”

Daniela chuckles lowly,” Relax, babe, yes, as friends. Don’t get jealous of me now.”

You smile at her words, a shiver going down your spine. Daniela looks out at the beach, the wind blowing through your guys’ hair. It starts to pick up slightly, and you hold yourself together so you don't show your coldness. The girl next to you notices and she scoots in close, wrapping her arm around you. You slowly turn to her, locking eyes. Your faces are close enough that you can feel her slow breaths against your face; they smell of beer and strawberries. Her eyes flutter slightly, looking down at your lips. Your heart starts beating at a faster pace than anything Daniela’s car has reached, and as you open your mouth to say something, the door behind the two of you opens, and you both turn to look at who opened it.

“Y/N? What the fuck are you guys doing?” You immediately push Dani, and she steps back from you slightly, her face showing no emotions, but her mind is filled with smugness.

“Relax, Soph, we're just talking-”

Sophia holds her hand up to stop her talking, and she goes over to you, taking her jacket off and giving it to you.

“We’re gonna go soon, so… hurry up.” She takes you by the wrists and leads you downstairs. You say your quick goodbyes to the remaining people there, and the two of you make a swift exit. The second the door shuts behind you, you tug your hand away from hers,” What the fuck was that, Soph?”

The girl breathes in and out before she answers,” I don’t want you talking to Daniela anymore.” She says before turning around. Your face drops, and you stand there in confusion before catching up to her.

“What do you mean by that? You’re not my mom, you can’t just tell me who I can and can’t talk to–”

“Yes, I can, and I want you to stop talking to Daniela. End of story, now get in the car,” She leans against the driver's side and waits for you to get in. You groan but give in, walking over to the vehicle, opening the door to the backseat, and then slamming it shut.

Sophia’s face relaxes from its tense state. She closes her eyes and wipes her hand down her face in annoyance. Just as she’s about to turn around and open the door for herself, Daniela exits the house and jogs up to Sophia.

“Sophia, I assure you–”

“Just don’t, please. Not now.” And with that, she unlocks her side and climbs in. Daniela sighs before going to the other side, thinking about the awkward ride ahead.

The thing about you is that you’re stubborn, so you did not stop talking to Daniela. If anything, you guys got closer from that event. There had been multiple moments of sneaking out at night, disguising yourselves so paparazzi wouldn't catch you guys, it was perfect. But it was just as friends, nothing more. That’s what you guys kept telling yourselves. Unfortunately, it was undeniable your feelings for Daniela, so you made sure to keep it hidden from the masses, which included Sophia. So you kept quiet, a little too quiet. Your sister knew something was up with you, but couldn't put her finger on it. So, she confronted you two nights before the Miami Grand Prix.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been… not yourself recently.” She asks, setting down the food she had ordered for the two of you.

“Nope, nothing’s wrong, just,” You pause to think of an excuse,” I’m gonna miss you when you go to Miami.” It wasn't a total lie, you weren't just going to miss her, you were also going to miss the girl you had been meeting with.

“Hey, don’t give me that sappy shit. We’ve been apart longer, you’ll be fine. Besides? We can call every day like how we did when I first left for training.” You nod at her reassurance, attempting to clear your mind by eating the food in front of you. You guys sat in silence, broken by the occasional cup hitting the table or asking for something to be passed to you. Then, a notification pings on your phone, and your shoulders relax.

Dani 🫶

u free?

biggest fan 🫶

yeah, wru? i can head over asap

Dani 🫶

uhm… outside ur airbnb 😭😭

Your eyes widen, and you look at Sophia, currently occupied with her own phone. You puff your chest out before speaking,” Hey, I’m gonna… uhm… go out for a bit, I’ll be back, thank you, sis, bye!” You run over to throw away your paper plate. You then grab the nearest jacket you can find and run outside. Sophia doesn't bother getting up and rubs her temples, her headache getting to her. After a few minutes, she opens her phone to check your location. It was on the move and fast. So, in a quick decision, she grabs her keys and makes it to her car, eager to follow you.

Daniela hadn’t told you your guys’ destination, only that you should close your eyes when you get close.

“I don't see why you have to be all secretive, like I see the picnic baskets, I know we’re having a picnic.”

“Well, it’s not about what we're doin', it’s about where we’re doing it,” you roll your eyes as you turn to the window, the city passing by in gleaming blue and purple lights. You were going to miss Atlanta, but you're going to miss the person who made being there a dream.

After a few minutes of the radio humming to fill in the silence, Daniela tells you to close your eyes. You follow her instructions and put your hoodie on, pulling the strings so that it scrunches on your head and obstructs your view. Daniela giggles at you as she parks her car. She turns off the engine and gets out to pick up the baskets from the back. She balances the basket and blanket with one hand as she makes her way over to the passenger side, opening the door for you.

“Need help getting out?” she asks. You scoff and unbuckle yourself.” I’m good; I’ll just follow your voice.”

Your actions quickly contradict her words as you almost slip and fall as you exit the vehicle. Daniela stood there and watched you fix yourself straight before taking her hand in yours,” Let’s just make this easier for both of us.”

You hope she couldn’t tell, but your hands went clammy instantly at the contact, and your pulse quickened with every step you took. You felt the ground elevate with every step, and the breeze got colder, making you shiver. You smell the fresh air, and it relaxes you from your overflow of thoughts in your mind. Daniela slows her steps, and in turn, you do too. You hear her set something down, you assume it’s the picnic basket. Her hand suddenly leaves yours, and you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Your heartbeat reaches its max tempo as she rests her head on your shoulder.

“You can open your eyes now,” She whispers into your ear. You undo the drawstrings of your hoodie and take it off. Immediately, you’re met with a gorgeous view of the entire city. You look behind at Daniela and turn around to hug her.

“Dani, what the fuck? This is incredible!” Daniela hugs you back and smiles,” I just wanted to show you something before leaving, cause, well, who knows when you’ll be back.”

You pull away to look at her,” What do you mean? I’ll visit every now and then.”

Daniela sighs, crouching down to the picnic basket. She starts taking things out and then starts speaking again,” Yeah, but… The distance is hard, and who knows when ‘every now and then’ will happen. Besides, I wanna make every moment with you count, so just let me do what I want to.” You watched her movements as she talked, gently taking out a blanket, your favorite snacks and drinks, and overall just being a perfect individual. No one had ever done a gesture like she had, and you couldn't help yourself as you practically pounced onto her and tackled her to the ground in a hug. She yelped, and you guys rolled over in each other's arms. She caught you and had you under her hands at the side of your head, and you looking directly up at hers.

“Hey…” you whispered lightly. Daniela smirked,” Hi.”

You guys stayed in that position for god knows how long before something had taken over Daniela. She sat up on your lap and held a hand out for you to grab. You take her hand in yours and sit up, now face to face with her on the ground. You see her chest slowly lift up and down as she evens out her breathing, she notices you doing the same.

“Dani, I gotta tell you something,” Daniela looks you in the eyes before nodding,” I… Have to tell you something too.”

Sensing it’s something similar, you tell her to say it at the same time.

"Okay, then, 1, 2, 3, I have a huge crush on you!”

“I really fucking like you!” She confesses at the same time as you. The two of you stare at each other before bursting out in giggles. Daniela instinctively puts her hands to your face and suddenly the world stops, your breathing getting shallow as your smile slowly drops, staring into her eyes once more.

“Dani, I–”

“Y/N, What the hell?!” Both of you turned to the direction of the voice and there stood your sister, completely shocked at what she saw. Daniela got off of you quickly and stood up straight. You just looked at her as you slowly got up,” Soph, It’s not what it looks like–”

“Of–fucking–course it’s what it looks like! You’ve been sneaking out to hang out with Daniela the whole time?!” You look at her for a moment,” Okay, yeah, maybe it is what it looks like, but I promise you nothing’s going on between us.”

You regretted the words as they came out of your mouth, glancing over at Daniela whose blank expression had been replaced by a sad one,” There isn’t…”

Before you can reach out your hand to hers, Sophia does so first and drags you out of the scene,” We’re going back, and I don’t want to hear anything from you the whole car ride.”

You sat in silence, nothing but the sounds the car’s making going through your mind. You look at Sophia, and her expression has calmed from what it was earlier. So, you decide to grow a pair and ask her,” Why? Why don’t you want me to be around Daniela?”

Sophia grips a little tighter to the steering wheel,” It doesn’t matter why, I just don’t want you talking to her.”

Unsatisfied with her answer, you continue to push her,” But why? This whole thing is stupid. I told you we’re just friends.” The girl driving scoffs,” Yeah, righ,t ‘just friends.’ You think I’m dumb? You think I don’t know she’s more than a friend to you? God, Y/N, I knew you had a crush on her since you laid your damn eyes on her, she’s not just a friend.”

“Then what, Sophia? What is she? If you know, then tell me!” You don’t even notice your sister speeding up, dodging random cars on the street with precision.

“She’s not yours, that’s for sure.” Her grip on the steering wheel gets deathly and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Jesus Christ, Soph, what’s gotten into you? And what do you mean she’s not mine? She’s no one's, she doesn’t belong to anyone–"

“Well, she’s supposed to belong to me!” Suddenly, Sophia swerves to the side of the road, pulling over and out of the way for other cars to pass by. You seatbelt locks, and you brace yourself for the sudden stop, almost knocking the air out of you. Both of you are breathing heavily at the adrenaline-filled experience. You slowly turn to Sophia ,whos eyes are bloodshot and wide, not even sure of her own actions and words. Her hands loosen on the steering wheel and she attempts to calm herself.

“S-Soph…” You reach out to put your hand on her shoulder, but retract when Sophia drops her head to rest it on the wheel.

“She’s supposed to be mine. I’m supposed to be hers…” You slowly put two and two together, and suddenly everything makes sense.

“You wanna know why I’m pissed? Cause I like her too, idiot. I always have, but for obvious reasons, it’ll never work. That’s why I got mad at you and your love-sick ass.” She turns to face you, and you just stare back, waiting for her to continue.

“You think it’s so easy. Your entire life, you’ve talked about how you’ll find the perfect soulmate and that when you find them, you’ll never let them go. Now that you’ve found her, I’m scared that you just stole mine away from me.” Sophia gives you a sad smile, waiting for a response from you. You don’t give one, instead, you unbuckle your seat belt and reach over to her, giving her a huge hug. She hesitates before hugging you back. You guys stay in this cozy position for who knows how long before a sudden phone call comes through to Sophia’s phone. You pull away so that she can check it, and it’s a call from Megan. Sophia looked at the phone and then you in confusion before picking up.

“ Hello? Hey, Meg, what’s up?” You watched as Sophia talked to the girl on the other line, and you watched as her face suddenly dropped, her eyes petrified.

“It’s okay, Megan, just breathe, we’re on our way.” Sophia hung up the phone and immediately started the car back up. You put on your seatbelt widely confused on what exchange you just witnessed,” Soph, what happened?”

She doesn’t answer you as she focuses on driving. You ask again,” Soph, tell me please, what the hell did Megan tell you?”

Sophia looked at you quickly before looking back on the road.

“Dani got into an accident…”

You guys checked into the hospital's front office, and after they granted permission to visit Daniela, both of you sprinted down the hallway, unaware of what you were searching for. It wasn’t until you reached the elevator to the next floor that you saw Megan, leaning against the safety bars. She saw you guys and jumped into both of your arms, her shoulders tense.

“Megan, what happened? Where is she?” Megan pulled apart and swallowed, unable to form a proper sentence. Instead, she turned her head to follow her and she started walking, the two of you following closely behind. You follow her down the hallway, your palms starting to get clammy with every step you take. Finally, the three of you reach the end of the hallway and she breathed in and out.

“The other guy’s fine, a minor injury for him. But she crashed into him badly. She won’t tell me what happened.” Sophia nods as she follows along with Megan’s words. You look into the hospital room, uneasy with the atmosphere you feel when walking in. You hear the monitor beep behind a curtain, presumably covering up where Daniela is laying. You brace yourself as you take hold of the curtain, slowly pushing it back to reveal her, lying hopelessly on the hospital cot. You cover your mouth as your eyes run through her entire body. Her face was covered in bandages to match her arm. Her left eye showcased a pigmented purple, barely even opening as she looked over to you.

“Y/N… I’m sorry, you were never supposed to see me like this.” She confesses weakly. She lifts her unbandaged arm to scratch her head, that’s when you see a huge stitch marks on her arm and you lose it, tears threatening to stream down your face as you come up to her.

“What the hell’s wrong with you? You’re supposed to be good at this-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I got the whole talk from Megan and Oscar on the phone. I was just… I wasn’t thinking straight, okay?” Your mind rushes to make a” You aren’t straight” joke, but you stop yourself, realizing it wasn’t the time. Daniela continues,” Did you really mean it? When you said there’s nothing between us?”

You look at her for a second as you put two and two together and scoff,” Daniela, of course I didn’t. There is some undeniable tension between us, I’d be crazy if I said there ISN’T something going on between us.” Daniela just looks at you and gives a weak smile. You pull up a chair next to her and just breathe in and out, holding her hand in yours as you feel it relax.

It’s been 5 weeks since the accident. Daniela recovered quicker than the doctors had said she would. Now here she is, her first race after her short recovery and she’s about to finish her final lap.

“Sophia coming up behind you again, watch out for the pit wall as you rear your way around, don’t want another accident, please,” Daniela rolls her eyes listening to Manon in her ear.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Since when did you care so much?”

“I’m just delivering what your girlfriend wanted you to hear,” Manon says in a tired voice. Daniela’s eyes widen a little,” Wait is she here right now?”

She waits for Manon to talk back to her but is instead met with your voice,” Yes, and eyes on the road, baby. Stay safe, I’ll see you when you kick my sister’s ass!”

Daniela smiles before telling you she will. She switches gears as she senses Sophia right by her. They briefly look at each other before focusing back on the race. They make a swift turn together, tires can be heard screeching above the noise of a roaring audience. The finish line is just up ahead and with sweat running down Daniela’s head, she pushes hard and manages to cut Sophia off, coming in front of her just in time for her to pass the finish line. Her ego boosts high as she looks out at all the people in the crowd. She looks over to the screen to see the re-run of her passing Sophia up. It then cuts to the pit crew cheering her on and she can make out your face within the crowd, your eyes having the same glint it always had.

She finishes up her victory lap and makes her way to the pit lane. Slowing down in front of her crew and getting out of the car. Daniela’s leg is barely out of the vehicle before you pounce on her, giving her a tigh hug. She takes her helmet off, putting it on the car’s seat and hugs you back. You pull away from her, cupping her face in your hands and shower her with kisses before kissing her passionately on the lips, knocking her back.

The cheers around both of you fade as you stay in your moment of being in each other's presence. When you pull back you see her face, giving a goofy grin like she has a joke to say.

“I’m so proud of you, my love,” You say before kissing her cheek.

“Thank you, mi amor. You give me strength everyday,” You both smile as you press your foreheads together. Then, a car pulls up right behind Daniela’s. Sophi gets out and waves at everyone in another 2nd place victory as she walks over to you and Dani.

“Good job, I guess,” She says, taking her helmet off and patting Dani on the back. Before Sophia walks away, Daniela hooks her arm around Sophia, pulling her into a side hug,” Hey, don’t act like that. You know you love me!”

Sophia scoffs and rolls her eyes, shifting her head so she can hide her smirk,” Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

Daniela softly squeezed her before being called over by Manon, ready to congratulate her. You look at Sophia and nudge her with your elbow.

“Did you tell her?” Sophia looks at you and sadly smiles, shaking her head no,” I don’t wanna ruin the thing you guys have going on. Besides, I don’t really like her anymore. There’s someone else that came to play.”

You raise your eyebrows,” Really? Tell me who-”

“Soph!” You both turn around to the familiar voice of Megan. She jumps to Sophia’s arms and hugs her tightly,” You did so well out there! Congrats on second again.”

Megan pulls away, making direct eye contact with your sister. You see her face flush with a hint of pink before she stutters out,” Th-Thanks! You too! I mean, not on second cause you got 4th but congrats on… yeah.”

Megan just giggles before turning to the crowd of people, walking towards them and waving her hands in the air. Once Megan is out of earshot, you go up to Sophia with wide eyes,” Oh my god, you like Meg-”

She puts her hand on your mouth as to not continue with your sentence. Before you can lick it in revenge, The winners are called over to the podiums and Sophia takes her hand away from you.

“You better not speak about this,” She says before walking away. You smile as you follow her. She makes her way up to the mini stage and you push past the people to get to the front. They call the 3rd and 2nd place drivers up one by one, handing them their awards. Then it was time to announce Daniela’s 1st place win.

“And finally, back from her short term injury, winning her first race since then, it’s the fast and the furious Daniela Avanzini!” You cheer as loud as you can so that you’re able to be heard above everyone else. She stands at her respective spot on the podium and lifts her trophy in the air after it gets handed to her. The first thing she spots is you and she blows you a kiss, mouthing an I love you. You smile at her mouthing an “I love you more” back. You watch as the announcer tells them to pop the champagne and the three on the podium do as told, letting it get everywhere. You smile as you watch Daniela, in her true goofy element and you think to yourself “What have I just gotten myself into?”

[cheriladycl01]

I payed my dues - Oscar Piastri x FemNorrisDriver! Reader

Plot: Y/N Norris and her thoughts on Hungary and Monza 2024.

A/N: This is fiction and I don’t want to see any genuine hate towards Oscar or Lando in my comments. I just could see a Lando sister getting really protective and this idea stemmed from my ‘My love is mine all mine’ fic …

As Lando’s little sister, you’d come into the sport two years after him. Rookie Season with McLaren in replacement of Carlos Sainz.

You basically just road your brothers bumper unless you’d out qualified him by a long shot. But you were very obviously second driver, and you were okay with that. You were an incredible driver, already rivalling your brother. However, you wanted a chance for race wins and so when Christian Horner came to you about taking over Sergio Perez, you knew you needed to take it seriously.

And you knew being in a top team would pave the way for you too go into a top team as a top driver.

You and Max stormed though the 2023 season having an incredible stint of race wins between you and for the first time since being in Formula One you had ended the season above your brother in the standings and you now had 5 race wins under your belt that you didn’t have in McLaren.

2024 and the season was starting off strong for you and Max. You and Max were behind each other in the standing and got a very high way up. You were incredibly consistent not falling out of the top 5 for any race. Even when Max had a DNF for cooling issues you still made podium.

Miami was a special moment. It was a McLaren-RedBull Sandwich on the podium. You were so incredibly happy for your brother and his first career win. He’d worked so hard with McLaren thus far and he was the most loyal person you knew for sticking by their side.

But Hungary … you all could tell there was something different with the McLaren since Miami. Lando was on pole yet Oscar got around him into turn 1 and after some dramatic undercutting for the pit stop. Oscar took his first race win.

There was redemption in Zandvoort … but then Monza. Lando was on pole. Oscar was in P2. And you were in P3.

Strategy was for you to put pressure on Oscar who they thought was going to defend for Lando so that he could keep P1.

However … team orders didn’t seem to be a thing.

“And Norris makes it out of turn 1 still in first place. Y/N putting pressure on Oscar Piastri as we go into turn 2. Oscar no longer defending for Lando Norris and omg, through goes Y/N Norris into P1” the commentators say.

At the end of Monza you ended in P1, Charles Leclerc P2 and Oscar P3. Your brother out of the points but having set the fastest lap.

After watching the footage of Oscar baiting Lando and not defending him from you like a good teammate would you were beyond fucked off. It was the riskiest overtake of the month and shouldn’t have been done especially between teammates as both Oscar and a Lando could have ended out.

“So Y/N incredible race from you how are you feeling?” An interviewer for sky sports asks you and you nod.

“Yeah, really hot in the car today. Happy that I could gain places and win, and yeah I think McLaren will learn something’s after today” you say shortly not wanting your PR team to hate you for shitting on anyone.

“And what’s that? What do you think they’ll learn?” He asks cocking his head to the side.

“I dunno man, but having driven for McLaren as second driver behind my own brother for 2 seasons even when I was the quicker driver or I had the fresher tires I was still asked to defend Lando in the position he was in rather than overtake and that’s why we had such great results. Then you manipulate your diver into giving back position saying he’ll need the support in the future and proceed not to give them that support? Lando is so close to overtaking me and Max and you’d think McLaren would start to prioritise a driver … the one who is closest? No? Because I also helped Charles through today which has pushed McLaren as a constructors back even further. So McLaren really need to look at what they want to do going forward… they say my doesn’t have a championship mentality … no McLaren racing don’t have a championship mentality” you say your frown getting angrier as you continue speaking.

“And do you think RedBull have what it takes to secure the championship?” He asks and you nod.

“We already have” you say confidently.

“Some … harsh words from Red Bull driver Y/N Y/L/N there” the interviewer says just as your PR manager starts to pull you away.

“Your a menace you know that right?” She sighs as she drags you away.

“Yeah I know …” you sigh.

“Ooo what the hell was that about?” Oscar rushes coming up to you.

“What was what?” You laugh, looking over him up and down at his race suit that was loosely hanging around his hips. You had just made a comment that wasn’t wrong, and it was your opinion, one that you were entitled too.

“You’re shit talking me on interviews just because your pissy McLaren never saw your potential and that we now have the better car” Oscar says crossing his arms making you burst out laughing.

“So my freedom of speech is just gone now? I can’t make comments but you can question Stroll driving like he’s in go-karts still? Fucking grow up Oscar and then maybe just maybe you’ll be half the driver you pretend to be” you tell him, a stern look on your face.

“That’s not exactly fair, did you see the way he was driving?” He asks with an incredulous look on his face.

“Rich coming from you mate, did you see the way YOU were driving. Look I used to have a lot of respect for you, especially last year with how helpful you were … but I don’t know what’s gotten into you this year” you say, a little softer than the rest of the conversation had gone, wondering what had happened to the boy you once had a crush on.

“Your just sour that were quickly catching up top you, just like Ferrari and Mercedes are and that you aren’t as good as your brother” he says t matching your softer tone.

“I payed my dues at McLaren Oscar and that’s how I’ve ended up where I am now. It’s your turn to take the backseat once in a while and respect your teammate whose been grafting his arse of and dedicating his life to the team” you frown, once again angry that he isn’t seeing sense with you.

“I’m not a secondary driver like you Norris…” he seethes.

“Hey hey hey what’s going on here” is heard from behind Oscar as your brother and two McLaren staff come running up next to him. He stops next to Oscar looking between the pair of you, both having furrowed brows.

“Maybe tell your teammate to start acting like one if you want both championships yeah?” You frown before taking your leave and walking into the Red Bull hospitality immediately flopping down in a booth next to Max.

“I didn’t know you felt that way about Oscar…” Max sighs softly.

“Yeah well neither did I until today…”

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[jpnriikicore]

── english love affair ( imagine )

paring lando norris x teammate!reader, word count 885, music 5sos. english love affair ( masterlist )

it started on a weekend in may during the monaco grand prix. lando desperately needed a distraction from his bad results. so, post-race and after horrible prolonged interviews he headed to jimmy’s a bumping night club in monte-carlo.

you were sipping on your first strawberry daiquiri of the night. you were electric on the dance floor. your watercolored eyes met his green ones from the crowded sticky floor to the dj booth. his sun-kissed complexion was so delicious in the low lighting. there was a connection, a magnet drawing you right towards him. he stood right next to his good friend, martin. a mere gaze through the crowd was enough to get blood flowing, breathe hitching in your throat. it was heart-thumping and hypnotic…wait no. you couldn’t think like that about her teammate. especially lando norris who you were warned and warned about mostly by your engineer. he should come with caution tape wrapped around him. a warning sign.

a drink in your right hand singing along to a remix of a song by dr. dre you twirled your friend around with your free hand. a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and immediately recognized the cologne. your breathe hitched in your throat slightly as you accidentally poured a little bit of your liquor on the exposed part of your chest at his sudden action. his head dipped down making eye contact with you as his warm tongue lapped up the dark liquor. he easily led you through the crowd up to the dj booth.

you attempted to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach when his arms wrapped around your waist. he stepped forward trapping you into between his warm body and the turn table. his hands moving across the table to do an expected beat that wasn’t harsh. you had heard the same sound multiple times. stupidly, he was brought a turn table by someone else that he used to travel everywhere with. on planes, airports, in shared hotels that mclaren accidentally booked wrong, and in the driver's room before races. his hands much thicker and bigger than hers became more and more inevitable.

a few more bitter-tasting dark liquor down your throats offered by mutual friends. his lingered touches became more like groping. anything he could grab your baring hips or ass. desire and lust swim in one another’s eyes as you gaze at each other from across the table when you both down another shot. eventually, you dragged him out of the nightclub with martin taking completely over the turn table. luckily, you weren’t driving your mclaren that night, but instead drove your bentley that offered a little more wiggle room in the backseat. you drank to third base.

you waited in anticipation a bundle of nerves getting worse as your gaze was laser-focused on the clock on the racing circuit after the formation lap. you’re starting in p11 right behind alex and in front of charles. definitely not the results you wanted with tough qualifying. when the lights go out and all the cars jump forward attempting to overtake others on the first turn all you can think about is him. the memories flooding back into your mind similar to a supercut clouding your judgment and focus. you tangled up together in the king-sized bed in your monte carlo apartment that just so happens to be a floor above his that lingers in your mind. if it wasn’t for your engineer yapping to you in your ear. you wouldn’t have snapped back to reality and gained eight positions by the last lap.

lando, a lonely man sitting on the bar stool of the hotel bar. after the canadian grand prix which lando was short of winning. your customized papaya orange bottom heels clicked on the floor as you stepped toward him. the woman bartender wiping down the bar with a damp cloth. the mere graze over one another’s pinkies when you stood beside the stool that he sat on ordering a whiskey. he’s intense stare of his watercolored eyes was enough to do you in. before your mind could catch up with your actions you instinctively reached out at the material of his t-shirt pulling him away from the empty hotel bar. a wad of fifties placed on the sticky alcoholic bar to pay more than enough for the drinks he downed.

hidden away cooped up together tangled in the sheets in your hotel room away from the public eyes for a few days before having to hop on a plane back to reality.

you are currently seven hundred miles away from him visiting another country. him in the uk visiting his homeland and you in australia for pleasure instead of business. seemingly you both agreed to keep some distance in between each other for the sake of the time you spend in the mclaren garage, but both of you knew deep down that you would come back to one another again. you had desperately tried to move on from him, but the fact is there’s no one like him. there’s not even a percentage of the void in you that he created. no one came close to it. it was too good not to. your english love affair.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[babybearnation]

polyam!landoscar = red string connecting you to your soulmate(s); reader can see strings, but landoscar can't—they're already dating, but as far as they're concerned they've found their soulmate and that's that (even if they both feel something missing). reader is childhood friends with sighted!alex maybe and he realises that reader is landoscar's soulmate but doesn't want to say anything so he says something for them

(aka: non-sighted established landoscar; sighted reader who's too shy/scared to tell landoscar; sighted alex who meddles (possibly background logalex but :3))

im obsessed with everyone's rsv ideas, i wont lie - also we get some new rsv lore here regarding polyamory heheh

for more information about the world within red sight ‘verse, please read this post

non sighted!established!landoscar x red sighted!gn!reader (ft. red sighted!childhood bff!alex albon)

lando and oscar felt a connection the moment they met each other

they knew it'd be risky to start dating if they weren't soulmates but they went through with it anyways because the bond they felt was so strong

worked out in their favour though because, after sharing their first kiss, lando and oscar can see their strings... kind of

you see, lando and oscar unknowingly had a third soulmate - you

due to the rarity of polyamorous soulmates, it wasn't common knowledge on what would happen if not everyone involved kissed each other

lando and oscar could see their strings but they were faint, almost pink, and they couldn't touch them like red sight would allow them to

also, oscar and lando were almost positive they had two strings each but they could hardly see their strings and therefore couldn't track where the potential extra one led to

enter you

you know who their missing soulmate is

its you

the twined strings that looped around your finger always lead you to them and they tugged insistently pretty much every single race weekend

you were best friends with none other than alex albon and therefore, you had spent ages around lando whilst growing up and travelling with alex to his competitions and stuff like that

you'd known from the instant you met lando that you were his soulmate, but the extra string pointed somewhere else and it bothered you to no end

plus it nearly always tugged when you were at race tracks - less persistently than with lando's string, sure, but it still tugged

when oscar became alpine's reserve in 2022 and started attending every race track on the f1 calendar, you felt it every race weekend - you couldn't ignore it

when you realised it was oscar, you felt relieved - two drivers made things easier to manage!

but when you finally decided to do something about it, it was too late

lando and oscar were already together and they seemed perfectly content

maybe... maybe the universe was playing a cruel joke on you?

alex, however, was tired of watching lando & oscar play oblivious and was tired of dealing with a tragically depressed you

he was gonna say something

if it wasn't for his own soulmates stepping in and telling him that maybe he should speak to you first, he would've marched right on over and told lando and oscar the truth to their faces that very second

you talk to alex about it (george & logan on standby to control their boyfriend if needed) but it just leads to a big argument that has you storming off to mclaren

even though you refused to tell lando & oscar the truth, you still couldn't stay away from them and the three of you quickly became fast friends

so you rush to them for comfort without thinking about it

you end up spilling the truth to lando & oscar as you vent about how stupid alex is and its only when lando covers your mouth with his hand and whispers the words "we're soulmates?" that you realise what you've done

you go to apologise when lando leans in and kisses you

he pulls back and stares down at his hands, giggling and clapping excitedly when he notices the actually red string now

oscar bites his lip before shyly kissing you as well, gaining his own red sight

as you shyly tell oscar and lando the truth about how long you've known and how you didn't want to ruin anything with your strings, alex, george & logan watch on, all happy you three have finally sorted your shit out

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Factory meetings - LN4

vol. 2

Lando Norris x fem!reader

summary: Lando makes a move to Red Bull for 2024 and you work in the Red Bull factory. You meet him, and he’s a dick. But something inside you, needs him. 

Notes: Shoutout to @f1goat and the “His teammate” series, for the inspiration!!  Fair warning, I'm talking alittle shit about McLaren, but I am a McLaren girly and It’s all lies, I mean nothing by it! I also made up some gibberish about the car, since I don’t know how everything really works haha. This was also longer than I expected, but I can honestly say I'm pretty proud of it.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. smut, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it folks!) p in v, pet names, language.

word count: 7.3k

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You had been working at the Red Bull factory in Milton Keynes for 2 years. After getting your degree in mechanical engineering, you grabbed the first opening in Red Bull. And now you had built your way up to your current position. 

You were sitting on the chair, staring at the little metal pieces in front of you. Trying to figure out the best way to puzzle them together, and make the most out of the car.

Your job was to plan, and build components in the car. And when you gained your current position at the factory, you helped with the success of the RB19. 

Working in the factory, you rarely met the drivers. They were here a lot for the simulator and meetings, but your paths rarely crossed. You didn’t need to have contact with the drivers, so you didn’t. Only seeing them from afar, when the whole factory came together for a meeting.

Monday morning, just over a week since the last race in Abu-dhabi, the RB19 had been a huge success. And you were working hard to finish the last details on the RB20 before the new season, working even harder than you did on the RB19. Trying to make the RB20 even better, as impossible as that sounds. 

You had a goodbye party for Checo on Friday, as he was retiring. And Christian Horner had announced that Lando Norris was taking his seat.

You had never met Lando, only seen him when you watched the races. And from what you had heard about him, he was kind of a dick. 

You and the other women working for Red Bull had formed a strong bond, you and the Red Bull media girl, Sophie, were basically best friends. And since she was on the track every race weekend, she had some encounters with Lando. 

She said he was constantly grumpy. He only cared about racing, and the fact that he hadn’t had a win yet, already being in McLaren for 5 years, it started taking a toll on him. 

He used to be a kind and sweet person. Loving to chat to people, and loving the interaction with his fans. He was just an all around loving guy. But when his fist win never came, and 

The McLaren car never got faster. He turned mean and angry, and stopped caring about anything other than racing. And when Christian gave him a nice offer to fill Checo’s seat, he jumped on it, no hesitation. 

You picked up your tools and started assembling the pieces again, to see if your mind had any ideas. 

You had your normal shitty Monday morning, and you didn’t have time to properly get ready. So you were sitting here in the Red Bull work clothes, your hair was up, but it had fallen out of your bun and was falling in your face, and you kept trying to pull it behind your ears. You didn’t have time for either makeup or to put your contacts in, so it was glasses today. But it wasn’t that bad, everyone saw you like this every Monday (and most other days too)

But what you didn’t know was that Lando was visiting the Factory today. To have a tour of the factory, and meet everyone working there. You didn’t hear the door open as you were staring a whole into the piece you just assembled. But you did hear your name being called. 

You turned around and met the eyes of Christian, but your eyes quickly looked over at the man standing beside him. You hurried to stand up and rip the gloves off your hands. Stretching out your hand to shake his. It seemed like he hesitated for a bit before shaking it, staring into your eyes the whole time. 

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you”

“Lando”

Yeah, he seemed pretty grumpy. 

As you pulled your hand away, Christian started explaining who you were, and what your job was. You didn’t know if Lando was even listening because he was still just staring at you. 

Christian then turned to you and asked you how the work was going. 

“Oh yeah!” You were blocking their view of the piece, so you turned to walk around the table to show them. 

You started explaining what the piece was and what your goal for it was, as you put on a new pair of gloves to show them the piece. 

Putting it back down, Lando looked back at you. A small smile had made its way to his lips. 

“Is that going in my car?”

“Well yeah, it’s going in both cars”

“But, I’ll only drive the car if you’re the one working on it” He was now smirking at you and turned to Christian. “I’m serious” His smirk was gone.

“Don’t worry Lando, I’ll make sure of it” He said with a smile as he patted his shoulder. “We should move on to look at the paint booths” 

As they headed towards the door, Lando turned around before he left. His face was unreadable, and he had a look in his eyes you had never seen. You had never been more confused, and it took you a while to get back into the right headspace for you to finally crack the code.

There were only a few days left before Christmas break, and you hadn’t seen Lando since that first time. 

Today had been a stressful day as you tried to do as much as you could in the little time you had left. You were standing in front of the computer, looking at the readings from a recent test, and there were a few numbers off. The frustration got to you, and you pulled off your glasses, rubbing the bride of your nose. Before you shoved the keyboard away and buried your face in your arms on the desk as you groaned in frustration. 

Lando had one last visit to the simulator before break. And before he left for the day, he decided to see if you were there. He was mesmerized by you when he first saw you. Your hair was falling in your face, and the glasses framed your face perfectly. He noticed that you had no makeup on, but you were absolutely breathtaking. And when you started talking about your work, he saw the passion in your eyes. He felt a small pull in his chest, and felt like his old happy self for just a moment when he looked at you. 

But it quickly disappeared, and he realized his new mission. He needed to have you. 

When he opened the door, he heard a groan as he saw your face land in your arms on the desk. The desk was quite high, and as you were bent over it, your ass was on display for him. 

He had to fight himself to not go right over and touch you. But he still walked over and leaned on the desk beside you.

“Something wrong baby?”

You quickly looked up, shocked that someone was in the room with you, and why were they calling you “baby”?

When you met Lando’s eyes, you rolled your own. You had already made up your mind about him, and you were not surprised he was acting like this. 

You heard a low chuckle coming from him as he saw you rolling your eyes. 

You leaned closer to him, really close. He could feel your breath.

“Don’t call me baby”

You could see he was a little shocked at the closeness, so you smirked to yourself and stretched your hand out to grab your glasses that had landed beside him. 

Leaning back, you put your glasses on. “And if you must know, I didn’t get the result I wanted” 

You pointed to the numbers on the screen. His mouth was slightly open as he still looked a little shocked, but he turned his head to look at the numbers. 

“I don’t know what any of the numbers mean” He turned to look at you.

You laughed before replying “Yeah, I know” 

After closing your front door and throwing yourself on the couch. You pulled up your phone and sent a text to your best friend Sophie. 

“Lando came by the Factory today and called me baby…”

She answered right away.

"BRO!"

“No way!”

“He’s probably trying to get in your pants”

“WHAT?”

“NO HE IS NOT”

“He’s probably just trying to get a reaction out of me”

“Why would he want to get in my pants when he has models drooling over him?”

“Stop it Y/N”

“You are literally drop dead gorgeous.”

“Lando wishes he could get you! But don’t let him use you like that!”

“hahahaha”

“You’re the best Sophie”

“But yeah, he will not be getting anywhere near these sexy pants!”

“YEAHHHH GIRL”

“go piss girl”

“hahaha”

Closing your phone, you laughed to yourself. And when you laid down in bed, and closed your eyes. You couldn’t help when your sleepy brain started thinking about him. 

You looked down. Seeing your naked body, tits jumping at the movement you were making. You saw your hands spread out on the lower abdomen of the man under you. You saw his hands groping your thighs, hips, tits. And when one of his hands traveled up to grab your jaw, you met his eyes. Lando. 

Waking up, you sat up in bed, hand flying to your jaw.

As your breathing calmed down, you realized the dream. Running the images through your head over and over again. And that's when you noticed just how turned on you were. Your panties totally soaked, and you felt hot.

Landing back in bed you groaned.

“Fuck you brain. That was so fucked up”

You rubbed your hands over your face before getting out of bed. Just a few more days of work before break. 

Your brain had sneaked in thoughts about Lando all through the break, much to your dismay. And he always showed up when you were close to an orgasm by your own hand. And one time, his name slipped out in a whisper. But you would try to deny yourself that it ever happened. 

And when it was time to go back to work, you felt like it had been long enough for you to forget everything, just praying you didn’t have to see him for a while.

And you were lucky for once. The end of January was nearing, and you had yet to see him. But you knew it was not long before you would.

The start of February was when the car was launching. And you had worked your ass off to finish the last bits, and the tests and readings were good, great even. 

There would be a reveal of the finished car in the factory, for all employees, before it was going to be a public launch. And you knew reveal day meant Lando. But you would be fine, all of the employees would be there, no way you would have any contact with him. 

And when the day finally arrived you were excited. The RB20 was going to be revealed, a car you helped make, and that was all you could focus on. 

You and Sophie were standing together up at the front of the crowd, looking at the car covered in a protective sheet. Christian got up beside the car and started his speech, and then he reached the moment where he introduced the two drivers for the team. Max Verstappen, the reigning world champion, and the new Lando Norris.

As he walked up beside the car, he was dressed in the Red Bull racing suit, and you couldn’t help but admire him in it. It wasn’t wrong to think the man looked good, incredibly good. You knew he was still an asshole, but you did have eyes. 

Max had his speech, and then it was Lando’s turn. It was a good speech, talking about how he was ready for something new, a more competitive car. He then started thanking the people working on the car, and he locked eyes with you, and held it until he was finished speaking. 

Lando and Max then lifted the sheet off the car to reveal it. And the crowd started clapping. You marveled at the car for a minute, feeling proud. But you felt his eyes on you. So you looked back at him, and you saw that stupid smirk on his face, he then had the audacity to give you a wink. You rolled your eyes at him, and when you looked back at him, he had a genuine smile on his face, and a glint in his eyes. And for just a moment, butterflies fluttered in your stomach, before you were interrupted with Christian speaking again.

You were standing in front of the car, looking down at it in admiration. The “party” had been moved to a different room, where food and drinks were served. And when you found a quiet moment, you slipped away to go look at the car. 

You were all alone as you squatted down to get a better look at the car, and the details of it. You couldn’t believe you had a hand in building it. This was Max’s car, with the big, red number 1 on it.

Standing back up, you felt a hand slide its way to your lower back. Shocked, you turned to look at the person beside you. Of course. Lando. 

He had that typical smirk on his face as he spoke to you in a low tone. 

“Hope you did a lot of work on my car too” “I was serious when I said I will only drive it if you have”

You rolled your eyes again, it was something he really brought out of you. 

“I have!” You put on some fake excitement in your tone. “I even put a little extra work into your car” You gave him a suggestive wink.

“Oh, so my car might be a little faster?” He said in a hushed tone, like you were sharing a secret. 

“Yeah” You nodded at him, and pointed to the car in front of you. “This is your car right?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “No, this is Max’s”

“Oh shit, guess I put it in the wrong car then” You shrugged your shoulders as you couldn’t hold your laughter anymore. 

You turned to walk away, leaving the hold he still had on your lower back. The place where his hand had been was burning hot. And when he saw you taking quick steps to get away, he hurried to follow after you. 

“Baby, that was not nice” He said with a small pout as he finally caught up with you. 

You stopped in your tracks. “I told you to stop calling me that” 

“Oh you look cute when you’re angry” His amusement was clear on his face. 

If you weren’t angry before, you sure were now. You groaned as you started walking away from him again. And before you entered the door to the party, he shouted to you.

“Can’t wait to see you again soon baby!” You could hear the grin on his face. But you just opened the door and walked inside, hoping to not see him for the rest of the night.

Just a week after, you were back at work, looking over some data on the computer, when you heard a knock at the door, and then it opened and closed. 

Turning around, you were met with Christian. “Oh hey Christian!” “Wasn't expecting you to be here!”

He smiled at you, “I am here to ask if you’re free to have a meeting in my office?”

“Right now?”

He looked down at the expensive watch around his wrist. “Yes”

“Um, yeah sure!” “I’m just going to-” You trailed off as you pressed a few buttons on the computer, before turning it off and walking towards Christian. “Shall we?”

Sitting down in the chair opposite his desk, it all started to become a little intimidating. You waited for him to speak as he looked at a few papers, before lifting his head and meeting your eyes. 

“Y/N” “First, I want to formally thank you for your work on the RB19. You made the car what it was. Great work” “And I also want to thank you for the work you’ve put into the RB20. I know it will be even better than the 19” He smiled at you, and you smiled back as you nodded, silently thanking him for his words. 

He continued, “I have been talking with Lando Norris, and after he had a test in the car, and felt how it worked. And after he also saw how you worked on it, he has asked for you to be his no.1 mechanic.” He paused, waiting for your response.

“No.1 mechanic? as in, at every race, in the garage, being the head mechanic on his car?” You were shocked, confused.

“Yes.” He gave you a warm smile. “When he suggested it, I totally agreed.” “It would be a perfect job for you, and with all the work you have put in, the least I can do for you is to give you a chance to be with the car at every race.” “So, do you want the job?”

You didn’t even think about the fact that Lando was the one to suggest the job for you. You just focused on the fact that you could be the no.1 mechanic. 

“Yes” “Yes I do.” A big smile grew on your face.

“Perfect!” Christian clapped his hands together, and picked up the papers he previously looked at. “Take the time you need to read through them before signing” 

Taking the papers in your hands, you read through it. And everything looked perfect. So you signed where you needed to. And handed the papers back to Christian. 

“Thank you so much for this opportunity!” “I can’t wait to get started” You couldn’t stop smiling.

“Good!” “Can’t wait to see you on the track”

He then told you the plan heading forwards. You had plenty of meetings coming up. You needed to know what to expect in the garage. And you had a few meetings with the people working in the garage. And after all of that was finished, you were headed to the pre-season testing in Bahrain. 

Arriving in Bahrain, you felt prepared. And you were even more happy to finally join Sophie at work, as you walked into the garage together. 

Testing had been going pretty great so far, you only needed to do a few tweaks on the car to see if the performance was different. 

On the other end, Lando had been tolerable. He had his usual flirty, teasing persona around you. But now that you worked together in a small garage, he had toned it down a bit, much to your pleasure. 

But when you got a moment alone, he always sneaked up on you and rested his hand on your lower back, called you baby, and did everything to annoy you. Much to your frustration.

You had been single for a few years. And you hadn’t slept with too many people after. But now it had been a really long time since last. Too busy at work to even care, but you were growing more and more pent up and frustrated. And this asshole resting his hand on your lower back was not helping. It was also not helping that he looked drool worthy all the time.

What was helping, was the fact that he was just that, an asshole. But you had no excuse for yourself when you were alone at night, and you just stopped caring. It made you cum fast, and you were happy with that. So you kept thinking about him every time, while whispering his name under your breath. 

It was the fourth race of the season, and you were in Japan. The previous races were good to Lando, who had gotten a podium on each one, but no win yet. But he was good in Japan, he knew this could be the one.

It was early on Thursday, and when Lando walked into the garage, he found you working on the car, alone. 

You were so focused as you lay bent over the nose of the car, trying to screw something that was in a tricky position. When Lando saw the sight of you like that, bent over, legs spread, he felt his dick twitch. 

He quickly turned his head to look around for the sign of any people, seeing no one, he walked up to you, close enough so your feet were almost touching. Looking down at you, he noticed you still didn’t know he was there, so he cleared his throat to get your attention. 

When you heard the sound, it spooked you, and you went to stand up from the compromising position you were in. But you didn’t know someone was standing right behind you. So when you lifted yourself off the car, your ass hit something, someone. You felt a pair of strong hands grab onto your hips to stabilize the both of you, as your back was now flush against his chest. When you looked down at his hands, you saw his watch and bracelets and immediately knew who it was. 

You heard a low groan coming from him, right by your ear. And you felt a bulge grow right where your ass was resting against his crotch. You panicked, and shoved yourself back to knock his balance off so he would get off you. When he did, you turned around to look at him with anger in your eyes.

“What the fuck was that Norris!?”

You didn’t even let him answer before you turned to storm out. Two reasons why. First, you were flustered and could feel your face heat up, and you did not want him to see that. Second, feeling his hands hold your waist, and the bulge grow in his pants, you were already soaked and horny beyond belief, and you did not want to be around him in a state like that. 

Lando stood there, a little shocked, and flustered. He pulled his hoodie down to try and cover up the bulge in his pants, as he headed towards his driver room.

It was time for a car check. And you were picking up the steering wheel to put it in the car. When you turned back around to go over to the car, you saw him.

Lando was standing in his seat, and you watched him lower himself into the seat, holding onto the halo with a tight grip.

You almost dropped the steering wheel in your hand, as your eyes focused on his hands. You had to literally shake your head to get back to the right headspace.

You walked over to the car, and looked down at Lando looking around the cockpit, trying to get in a comfortable position. After he found it, he looked up and his eyes met yours.

His eyes were shining from the lighting on the ceiling. And the feeling that arose was butterflies hidden by anger. Why the fuck was he so breathtaking, but also such a dick. Fuck him. 

You clenched your jaw as you kept eye contact with him. 

“You gonna hand me the steering wheel love?” There was that stupid smirk again.

You narrowed your eyes at him in anger, and handed him the wheel. He clicked it in place, and looked back up at you and told you something he wanted changed on the car. 

Luckily for you, when he started talking about the car, you went straight into work mode. Not a single thought about Lando in your brain. (Only far in the back)

He pointed to show you something that was underneath the steering wheel, right over where his legs rested. And you couldn’t see it. So you stepped farther towards the back of the car, to see it more from his angle. You grabbed a stepping stool that was standing close by, and leaned over the halo. You face resting just beside his. 

“What was it again?” You asked him, surprisingly calm, but the working Y/N was in control right now.

He pointed again, and started explaining it. And you stretched a hand out to point to it as well, making sure you understood each other. 

Lando didn’t expect you to get that close. And when you stretched your hand out and got even closer, he turned to look at you.

You felt his hot breath on the side of your face, and you could tell in your peripheral that he was looking at you. So you turned to look at him. Your faces so close that your noses almost touched. 

But somehow, you kept your cool. “I can fix that for you Lando, you just need to get out of the car.” You smiled innocently at him as you leaned back and stepped away. 

When he stepped out, you got your tools ready and lowered yourself into the seat, needing to sit there to get the best access.

As you worked away, Lando stood by the side of the car, arms folded against his chest. There was something going on in his body that he couldn’t recognise. He was still feeling the effects of what happened with the two of you earlier. But there was something different there as well.

On Sunday, you found yourself standing in front of the mirror in the public bathroom. It was not long before race start. And you were staring at yourself in the mirror.

You were angry, frustrated and way too fucking horny. Last night, you caved, again. Imagining your fingers were his. You used it as a way of getting the anger out, and it worked. 

But your brain was on overdrive and everything was threatening to boil over. Looking at yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded to yourself, heading back out, ready for work, trying to ignore everything and hoping it would be fine. 

You were sitting on the pit wall, as you watched them line back up on the grid after the formation lap. And Lando lined his car up on P1. Max lined up in P4, unlucky in Q3.

The race start was good, the top 5 drivers staying as is. Lando keeping the lead until halfway in the race, Lando boxed to get new tires. And when he moved his way back up the grid again, you heard his voice coming on the radio.

“Something is wrong.”

“The gears are not working properly”

You turned to Lando’s race engineer sitting to your right. You nodded at him, and he nodded back, a silent exchange you both understood. 

He contacted Lando to tell him he was looking into it, and would update him as fast as possible. 

You looked at as much of the data as you could, as fast as you could. And there you found it. Between all the numbers and graphs, there was one thing off. 

You contacted the race engineer on the radio, and pointed to the mark on the screen. He saw it, and you both knew the solution. Luckily an easy one, as he only needed to press a few buttons on the steering wheel to change modes. 

The race engineer nodded at you again, but this time, in a way that signaled you to tell Lando. So you did.

“Lando, mode 6, and give it 3.8”

“Understood”

“Thanks Y/N”

You felt like you could hear a smile on his face, but probably not. Right?

When you looked back at the data, you saw everything was fine. And not long after, Lando radioed back to say it was good, and he was ready to get back to the chase.

And he did just that, climbing his way back up. Lucky for him, Max had pitted not long after Lando, making Lando ahead of Max in the race. 

You were anxious for the last few laps. He had gotten back into P1, and had made a reasonable gap back to the driver behind him. 

The screams you heard on the radio as he crossed the line first, almost made you deaf for a minute. And you had a big smile on your face as you celebrated with the crew on the pit wall, proud of the car you helped in making. 

You had gotten the car back to the garage after watching the podium. You, and two other mechanics were pulling the protective sheet over the car. You tried to keep your mind focused on the task at hand, but the image of Lando getting champagne poured on him was seared into your brain. But when you were done with everything, thanking the mechanics before you stepped back. You heard someone entering the garage. 

In walked Lando, soaked in champagne and still dressed in his racing suit that was hanging around his hips. When he saw you, he actually smiled. And seeing him like that, you couldn’t help the heat settling in your core.

He almost ran over to you and wrapped his arms around your hips. He lifted you with him in a tight hug, your feet far above the ground, you had to grab onto his shoulders for support. 

“There’s my no.1 mechanic!” 

His voice was muffled as his face was resting directly against your boobs. 

And when you squeezed his shoulders in reaction, he looked up at you as he still held you tight. You couldn’t get any words out. But as he looked up at you, he smiled. A genuine, lovely smile. But something else was shining in his eyes, and his pupils dilated. 

He felt you started to slip out of his arms, so he readjusted his grip. He got a firm hold on your ass, and when you felt it, everything boiled over.

“Let. Me. The Fuck. Down.” “Now.”

The mechanics stood there in confusion until they heard that. They shared a look, and hurried to leave the garage. Avoiding you screaming at Lando.

Lando heard the threatening tone in your voice, and he immediately lowered you to the ground. 

When he stood back to look at you, he opened his mouth to say something. But you were quicker.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME NORRIS? YOU CAN’T JUST LIFT ME UP LIKE THAT! AND NOT TO MENTION WHAT HAPPENED THURSDAY MORNING! YOU’RE MAKING ME GO CRAZY!” You basically screamed at him, with your finger pointing at him in anger. But you weren’t finished. 

“You’re the one who wanted me to have this job, and you’re usually rude and mean, but then you’re teasing me and acting all flirty?!” “You’re so fucking confusing!” 

Your brain had exploded at his point. Every feeling that had been pent up for so long, finally boiled over. And since everything hit you, you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter by the second. You let out a heavy breath and lifted your hands to hold onto your head in frustration. 

Lando had just taken it all, with his eyebrows lifted in shock. He was making you go crazy? His mind was running, what did you mean? He didn’t know what to do, what to say. But then he saw the small movement you made, and the look on your face. A smirk making its way to his face as his eyes got even darker. 

While in your frustration, your body just acted for you. And as you were standing there, looking anywhere but at him, your face red and hot, your whole body on fire. Your thighs squeezed together for some desperate neediness for something, anything. 

And when that caught Landos eyes, he took two long steps towards you. His arms wrapping around you, the palms of his hands resting on the top of your ass. 

When he was suddenly in front of you, so close. You dropped your hands in shock, and just stared into his eyes, then his lips. They were slightly parted, and you saw the quick moment his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Before you quickly looked back into his eyes, cursing yourself for the moment of weakness. 

When you locked eyes again, his eyes were dark, looking down at you. Lando had no patience left. He shoved your body hard, into himself. You chests touching, and the grip he had on your ass, where he was holding you tight against him, you felt almost every detail of his already growing bulge through his pants. If you weren’t soaked already, you sure were now. 

You had no control when you let out a small moan at the contact, and that was all Lando wanted, and needed to hear, as he leaned down to capture your lips in an aggressive kiss.

It was like he was hungry, starving for you. And Lando had wanted you since he first saw you, and with the months that had passed, it all came crashing down at the same time.

The kiss was messy, teeth clashing and rough. But you loved it, feeling another moan slip out of your throat.

As you moaned, Lando took the chance and slipped his tongue inside your mouth, your own immediately tangling with his. It was harsh, but so full of passion. His hands were guiding your hips in a way that gave him some much needed friction. And when your hands slid up to grab onto the hair at the back of his neck, he let out a low groan. 

You couldn’t take it anymore, and you pulled on his hair, so you disconnected. Your breathing was heavy as you looked up at him. He was breathing heavy too, and his lips were wet, and slightly red. His pupils blown wide. God, he looked so fucking good, you almost wanted to go back to being angry at him. just because of how hot he was. But you didn’t, he spoke before you could do anything.

“Shit, I need you.” His eyes darted all across your face, looking for any type of reaction. “Please”

He looked so desperate, and he sounded even more desperate. He was begging you. 

Fuck it, you needed this too. “Your driver room” “Now”

He was quick to grab your hand and pull you after him.

When you finally entered his driver room behind him, he turned around and closed the door behind you. And when he turned back around, he took long steps towards you, until your lips met again. 

Neither of you could control the sounds coming from the both of you. His hands were everywhere, grabbing onto what he could. You hands found his hair again, grabbing it, earning a sweet sound from him. 

He walked the both of you backwards until the backs of your legs hit the small couch. He spun the both of you around, he sat down and pulled you to sit on top of him. 

When you sat down, Lando looked down to where your hips met as his grip on your ass moved your hips, grinding yourself onto him. You lifted both of your hands to hold onto the sides of his face, and made him look at you.

When Lando looked at you, you almost took his breath away. Your cheeks were tinted pink, and your lips were open, breathing heavily. Some of your hair had fallen in your face and your eyes were shining as you looked at him, he swore, you were a goddess. His hands slid up to hold on to your waist, and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in a way to try and control himself. But he lost it the second you whispered.

“Just fuck me already”

His hands immediately found the hem of your Red Bull shirt and pulled it over your head. You understood the signal and stood up from his lap and went to pull your pants off, as he pulled the fireproof shirt over his head. 

You were standing in front of him in only your underwear as you looked at him hurrying to pull his race suit and the fireproofs of his legs. When he finally did, he looked up at you, and you swore you could see his dick twitch in his gray boxers. 

Your confidence grew in you, so you went to take your bra off. When it hit the floor, you could hear him muttering under his heavy breath “Fuck”. Next, you hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down. 

It had been awhile since the last time someone saw you naked, but with the reaction Lando was giving you, his eyes looking at you like you were a goddess. It made you feel beautiful, and so powerful. So you stepped forward until you were right in front of him. His eyes kept shifting from your face to your tits. 

You sat down in his lap again, your knees resting beside his hips, and your core just barely touching the outline of his dick in his boxers. When you leaned down to capture his lips again, you lowered your hips until you felt his covered dick resting between your folds. And because of the much needed friction you got. You moaned into his mouth. 

The kiss was much slower and careful than before, frustration replaced by the need to really taste each other. His hands had found a tight hold on your hips, as he tried to guide them to move. 

“Baby, you’re soaked” He said as he looked down at where you were resting above him.

Lifting your hips, you saw that his boxers were absolutely soaked because of you. And you felt your face heat up even more. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore” “You reckon you’re ready to take me?”

He looked up at you, and you felt stunned. Just nodding wildly at him, his smirk grew. He looked down again, and pulled his boxers down enough to free his dick. Springing free, it hit his abdomen. You stared down, bewildered. How was he supposed to fit?

His hands found your hips again, and he guided them to rest right above him. One of his hands wrapped around his dick, and he moved his hands up and down a few times, as he looked up at you. You were staring down at his hand wrapped around himself, and you felt your pussy clench, waiting to finally have him inside of you. 

He moved his dick so the tip was resting against your hole. Looking up at him, he still had that smirk on his face. 

“Think you can handle it?” 

You didn’t reply before you dropped your hips down until he bottomed out inside of you. His pelvis hitting your clit. You both moaned simultaneously. The stretch was a lot, he was big, and you hadn’t had a dick in you for ages. But God it felt so good. 

Lando swore no one had been able to fit around him so perfectly, and when you took all of him, he felt you clench around him, almost holding him in. He felt another moan slip out of him. His mouth was hanging open in awe as he looked at you. Your head was tipped back, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

“Shit, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted you” He almost whispered.

He slid a hand up to hold on to the side of your face, tipping it down to make you look at him. And his other hand gave your hip a squeeze. 

“Please move”

You didn’t have to make him beg for you, he just did on his own. Was he really this weak for you?

A smirk grew on your face as you wanted to know just how weak he was. You just grinded your hips slowly, and you watched his face as his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. You kept your small movements up, but he tried to lift your hips up and down on him. But you were stubborn, and you didn’t budge. 

Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders, as the movement was so good for you. Your clit getting friction everytime you moved back and forth. Your breath coming out in whimpers. 

You closed your eyes again, but opened them when you felt his hand on your face again. The look on his face was pleading. 

“Please baby.” “I need more” His voice was so soft and sweet, and you couldn’t help the smile on your lips. 

“Say it again.”

“Please please please please baby”

His hands were running up and down your torso as his eyes were locked on yours.

You gave in and moved your hips up to slam them back down. And the groan that made its way out of lando could’ve made you cum already.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, as you kept up the rhythm, riding him with your hands gripping his shoulders. His hands slid around to your ass and grabbed a hold as he helped you move up and down on his dick, and his hips moved up to meet yours. 

You knew the door to the driver room was pretty thin, so you bit your bottom lip to try and hold back some of the sounds threatening to escape. Lando noticed, and snaked a hand around to circle his thumb around your clit. He saw it on your face, the effect it had on you. But he also felt it, as you got even tighter around him. You didn’t moan from it, but he sure did. 

You were so focused as you tried to keep quiet, but with the added pleasure it was so difficult, also because of the sounds he was making.

“Come on baby, let me hear you” He said in a low tone, as he was looking up at you.

That broke you. And he got the sounds from you that he desperately needed to hear. 

As you looked down at him, you saw his eyebrows scrunched together as he was staring at himself disappearing inside you, and his mouth was hanging open. You lifted one of your hands and ran it through the wet curls on the top of his head, still soaked in champagne and sweat. 

You grabbed a hold of them and pulled his head back to make him look at you. All of the feelings you had for him came rising to the surface, just as you felt your climax closing in. The feelings of anger and frustration. So with gritted teeth, you spoke.

“Fuck you.”

He enjoyed that.

“You already are sweetheart.”

You gave in and sped up your rhythm. And his thumb moved faster and his grip on your ass tightened. Your hand slid down to cradle his jaw. You ran your thumb across the facial hair growing on his chin, before you pulled him in for a searing kiss before your climax hit like a brick wall. 

You disconnected from the kiss and tipped your head back, eyes screwed shut, as your vision was going white, and you whispered a quiet “Fuck, Lando” as you came. 

Lando felt you tighten around him as you came, and he looked up at you, mesmerized, as he saw your face contourting as you came around him. And he followed right after, coming inside you. 

You felt him filling you up, and his thumb had slowed down, but was still rubbing soft circles helping you come down from your orgasm. After a few seconds of catching your breath, as he did the same, you opened your eyes to look at him again, and he was already looking at you. The ghost of a gorgeous smile on his face. 

His hands rested on your thighs, and his thumb rubbing soft circles again. Neither of you said anything, you just looked at each other.

“You’re going to be the death of me” 

He was whipped.

Notes: I realized this could be made into a series or something. So let me know if you want more!! Thank you for reading<3

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mean | o.p | part 1

she was as cold as a winter night and had walls as high as the sky, will she let him in?

•

The paddock was her battlefield.

Y/N walked through the F1 paddock, her head high, her expression unreadable. Her race suit was unzipped at the top, fireproofs clinging to her skin, her team’s logo stretching across her chest like a shield. Every step she took was precise, her presence commanding in a way that ensured no one underestimated her.

Because if they did, she would destroy them.

She had learned the hard way that in this sport—especially as the only female driver—weakness was a death sentence. She refused to be seen as anything less than a threat. She had spent her entire life clawing her way to this point, fighting for every inch of respect.

She couldn’t afford to let anyone in.

Y/N’s love for racing had started young, but unlike most of the men on the grid, she hadn’t grown up in a family that nurtured it. She didn’t have parents who took her karting every weekend, who sacrificed everything to see her succeed. No, she had a father who told her to quit. Who laughed at the idea of his daughter competing against men.

“You’ll never make it. You’ll never be strong enough.”

“You’re wasting your time.”

“You’ll never beat them.”

But she did. Over and over again.

She fought tooth and nail to be here, proving him—and everyone else—wrong. But even when she won, even when she defied the odds, she was never truly accepted. Sponsors hesitated to back her. Teams doubted her. And when she finally reached F2, the fight only got harder.

That’s where she met him.

A fellow driver. A rising star. He had been charming at first, supportive even. They were rivals on the track but partners off it. At least, that’s what she had thought. But the moment things got tough, the moment they collided on track and it ended in disaster, he turned on her.

“You ruined everything.”

“It was your fault.”

“You don’t belong here.”

The media ran with it. Headlines painted her as reckless. His fans sent her hate. The whispers in the paddock grew louder. The sport she had loved turned against her.

She had never felt so alone.

So, she changed.

She hardened herself, shut everyone out. If they wanted her to be ruthless, fine. If they wanted her to be cold, so be it. She would play the villain if that’s what it took to survive.

Everyone learned to keep their distance.

Everyone except Oscar Piastri.

Oscar had been her best friend since F2.

She didn’t know how it had happened—how he had slipped past her walls so easily—but he had. Maybe it was because he never treated her differently. Maybe it was because, when the world turned on her, he never did.

When the media painted her as a reckless, emotional driver, Oscar had defended her. When she tried to push him away, he didn’t budge. He had seen her at her lowest, and he never looked at her with pity—only understanding.

Now, as they walked through the F1 paddock, he was the only person at her side.

“You’re scowling again,” Oscar muttered, glancing at her from under his McLaren cap.

She barely spared him a glance. “It’s my default setting.”

“You do realize that most of the grid actually wants to be friends with you, right?”

She scoffed. “No, they want to figure out if I’m a threat.”

Oscar gave her a look. “Well, you are a threat.”

She bit back a smirk but didn’t respond. They both knew it was true. But being a threat wasn’t enough. It never was.

As they passed the other drivers, she could feel the stares. Some curious, some wary. They had heard the stories, read the headlines. They saw her as aggressive, untouchable. But she didn’t care.

At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Y/N gripped the wheel tightly, her heart pounding in sync with the roaring engine beneath her. She was running in the points, locked in a battle with one of the Red Bulls. They had been fighting for position for the last ten laps, each refusing to yield.

But something was wrong.

The other driver was getting desperate.

Her instincts screamed at her to back off, to play it safe. But she couldn’t. She had fought too hard to get here. She wasn’t going to back down.

Then it happened.

Contact.

The impact jolted her body as her car snapped sideways, tires screeching. She lost control, spun violently off the track, and crashed into the barriers. The world blurred for a moment before she came to a stop, her hands still gripping the wheel in shock.

Her radio crackled. “Y/N, are you okay?”

She exhaled sharply, heart still hammering. “Yeah.”

She forced herself out of the car, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. The crowd cheered, but she barely heard it.

The walk back to the paddock felt longer than usual. She braced herself. She knew how this worked. She had seen it before. The whispers, the blame, the cold shoulders.

She expected the worst.

Instead, she got something she never saw coming.

Lando Norris was the first to approach her. “That was a nasty hit. You alright?”

She blinked at him, caught off guard. “Yeah. Fine.”

Charles Leclerc appeared next, offering her a bottle of water. “That guy was way too aggressive. You had nowhere to go.”

She hesitated. Since when did they… care?

Max Verstappen gave her a nod as he walked past. Even Lewis Hamilton sent her a glance of approval.

And then there was Oscar, waiting with his arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face. He didn’t say I told you so, but she could see it in his eyes.

For the first time in years, Y/N felt something shift inside her.

Maybe—just maybe—she didn’t have to do this alone.

Y/N wasn’t used to this.

Sympathy. Concern. The idea that anyone—outside of Oscar—would actually care.

She sat in her team’s motorhome, arms crossed, staring at the floor. Her mind was still replaying the crash, still expecting the backlash, still waiting for the world to turn against her.

Instead, she got… support.

“You alright?”

“He was way too aggressive.”

“You had nowhere to go.”

Since when did they defend her?

She wasn’t sure what to do with it.

Oscar strolled into the room, tossing a banana at her. “Eat.”

She caught it reflexively, shooting him a glare. “I don’t want a damn banana, Piastri.”

He shrugged, sitting down across from her. “Well, you need something. You looked like you were about to pass out earlier.”

She rolled her eyes but peeled it anyway. The adrenaline crash was starting to hit, and maybe he had a point.

Oscar studied her for a moment, then leaned back in his chair. “You look uncomfortable.”

“Because I am uncomfortable,” she muttered. “Since when do they care?”

“They’ve always cared,” Oscar said simply. “You just never let yourself see it.”

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. “No. They’ve always judged me. They’ve always wanted me to fail.”

Oscar didn’t argue. He just sat there, patient as ever, waiting for her to figure it out on her own.

And it was annoying.

Because maybe—just maybe—he was right.

Maybe the others weren’t against her as much as she thought. Maybe she had spent so long fighting that she had forgotten how to stop.

But stopping meant vulnerability. And vulnerability meant getting hurt.

She wasn’t ready for that.

She spent the next few days avoiding unnecessary conversations. She kept to herself, went through the motions, did her job.

But then, after a team meeting, she found Lando Norris waiting outside her motorhome, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets.

She stopped short, raising an eyebrow. “Lost, Norris?”

He grinned. “Nope. Just wondering if you wanted to grab dinner with us.”

She blinked. “Us?”

“Me, Charles, Alex, George, and Oscar.” He tilted his head. “Nothing fancy. Just some good food. You in?”

Her instinct was to say no.

To push them away.

To remind herself that she didn’t need friends.

But Oscar had been right. They weren’t against her.

And maybe… maybe she was tired of being alone.

So, for the first time in a long time, Y/N made a different choice.

She sighed, crossing her arms. “Fine. But if the food’s bad, I’m blaming you.”

Lando laughed. “Deal.”

And just like that, the cracks in her armor started to show.

And for the first time, she let them.

•

part two here

[tonysbed]

Die for you (8) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x Singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: hateful people on the internet (are we surprised?)

not proofread

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The morning sun cast a soft glow over the Shanghai International Circuit as you and Oscar arrived together for the day’s events. The air buzzed with anticipation, not just from the fans but between the two of you as well. The memory of waking up entangled in each other’s arms still lingered, casting a shadow of awkwardness over your interactions.

As you walked side by side toward the McLaren garage, the usual easy banter was replaced with tentative small talk. “So, ready for today?” you asked, glancing at him.

Oscar nodded, his eyes fixed ahead. “Yeah, feeling good. The car’s been performing well.”

You offered a supportive smile, though internally you wrestled with the unspoken tension. “You’ve got this. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

The day unfolded with a mix of exhilaration and nerves. Oscar delivered a stellar performance in the Sprint Qualifying, securing a strong starting position for the Sprint Race. 

In the Sprint Race, he showcased his skill and determination, finishing in second place behind Lewis Hamilton. 

The culmination of the day’s efforts came during the main Qualifying session. With precision and speed, Oscar clinched his first-ever Formula One pole position, marking a significant milestone in his career.

As the team celebrated around you, you caught Oscar’s eye. The earlier awkwardness seemed to dissipate, replaced by genuine pride and happiness. You approached him, wrapping him in a warm hug. “I’m so proud of you, Oscar. You deserve this.”

He hugged you back tightly, his voice filled with emotion. “Thank you.”

You pull away again “You want me to wait in your drivers room?” “Sure. We could uh..” He scratched the back of his head “Go to dinner tonight.” He hesitated but quickly added “For the image” You nod “Of course. I’ll look for a good restaurant” He nods and someone from the team leads him away again. You make your way to his room and wait for him.

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sabrinacarpenter that man really got me watching that sport. But hell that was great

yn right? It’s so fun to watch! So gutted I can’t go to Japan or Bahrain:((

sabrinacarpenter enjoying his company?👀

yn no. the races

sabrinacarpenter so you don’t want to be around him?

yn fuck off.

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f1gossip

f1gossip Oscar Piastri and Yn Yln leaving the track together after qualifying and later being spotted having a cosy dinner together!

user is it me or is he not really being himself

user right??

user she’s so overly affectionate, it’s annoying

user they’re so cuteee

user can she just leave him alone?

user Slut honestly

user she’s so pretty

-

As Oscar crossed the finish line, the McLaren garage erupted in celebration. You stood among the jubilant team members, clapping and cheering, yet a subtle undercurrent of awkwardness lingered between you and Oscar, remnants of the previous night’s complexities.

In the post-race euphoria, Lando approached, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Well, that calls for a celebration! What do you say we hit the town tonight?”

Oscar chuckled, glancing at you briefly before nodding. “Sounds like a plan.”

You smiled, masking the flutter of nerves. “Count me in.”

That evening, the team gathered at a chic Shanghai lounge, the atmosphere filled with laughter and clinking glasses. Despite the festivities, you and Oscar found yourselves stealing glances, each unsure how to navigate the blurred lines of your relationship.

As the night progressed, Lando, ever the instigator, nudged Oscar. “Come on, mate, lighten up! It’s your victory party!”

Oscar laughed, the tension easing slightly. “Alright, alright.”

You joined them, raising your glass. “To Oscar, and to many more wins!”

The group cheered, and for a moment, the awkwardness dissipated, replaced by genuine camaraderie.

Later, as the party wound down, you found yourself alone on the balcony, overlooking the vibrant city lights.

Oscar walked past the balcony but stops in his tracks as he sees you. He stares at you for a moment and weighs his options. He walks towards you slowly.

He sighed, leaning against the railing. “It’s been quite a day.”

You nodded, choosing your words carefully. “You’ve earned it, Oscar. Truly.”

He met your gaze, a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty in his eyes. “Thanks. And… about everything else—”

You shook your head gently. “Let’s not overthink it tonight. Let’s just enjoy this moment.”

He smiled, the tension easing further. “Agreed.”

As you stood side by side, the city sprawling beneath you, the complexities of your relationship remained, but for now, they were overshadowed by shared triumph and the promise of what lay ahead.

-

yn

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yn P1 BABY 🧡 (you did not see me cry on the broadcast. It didn’t happen.)

*tagged Oscarpiastri*

oscarpiastri 🧡🧡

yn so proud of youuu

oscarpiastri ❤️

sabrinacarpenter 👏👏

mclaren our goat ✋

user no we did see you cry, AND IT WAS ADORABLE

user are you gonna be in japan too?

yn no I have shows to do ☹️

user noooooo

user now she’s ungrateful that she has sold out shows, wow

user go gold dig someone else

user ewwww

user oscar is overrated

user sleeping on the highway tonight

-

A few hours later your back on the balcony, drinks had been flowing endlessly and the air go thicker by the second.

You lean on the railing again and close your eyes. Suddenly someone else stands next to you. You turn and look at him.

“You good?” Lando’s voice is kinda slurred but you manage to understand him “Yeah, you?” “Definitely. But you are aware that your boyfriend is inside, right?”

“Yeah. Why would I not?” Lando looks at you with concern “Let me rephrase. Who he’s with inside” You raise an eyebrow “What?” “They seem to know each other pretty well and..It looks like she is kinda into him.”

“Sure.” You huff “Fine, don’t believe me.” “It doesn’t matter. We’re not actually a couple, Lando.” Lando sighs and tilts his head “Not to mention we don’t even know each other that long.”

“we both know you feel more than PR for him.” He walks away before you can protest. You watch him go back inside and bite your lip.

-

You gripped your new drink with a force, you’re surprised it hasn’t broken yet. You stare at the girl standing next to oscar. Lando was right.

Alexandra stops next to you and you side eye her “How is charles?” “Annoyed of course. But he’ll bounce back. He always does. Just gotta take a moment now” “Good that there is a break now”

She hums as she analyses you -or more your glare at the girl next to oscar “Go over and talk to him.”

“No.” She sighs “Starring isn’t gonna help.” “Maybe it will. Or maybe..” You glance over at Lando, who was standing at the bar, waiting for his drink.

“No, yn. That’s stupid.” “Is it? Two can play that game” Alex groans “It’s his teammate.” “And I don’t actually mean it” You smile at her and look behind her. Charles arm goes around his girlfriend.

“Hey” You smile at him “Hey” You give alex a little wave and make your way over to lando. He takes his drink from the bartender and was about to turn away when you reach him.

“Norris” He takes a sip from his drink and eyes you carefully “Yln. Have we finally come to our senses” You shrug and step closer to him “You’re a nightmare” He chuckled.

“Am I?” You smile “Yep. Not to mention, Oscar is starring holes into me.” “Good. Dance?” You hold out your hand to him “That’s quite risky and stupid” “That’s your second name, Lando”

He rolls his eyes, but in his drunken state he doesn’t question it further and lets you lead him on the dance floor.

-

Over where Oscar was standing, Charles and Alexandra arrived. Oscar barley acknowledged them and ignored the brunette next to him. His eyes were fixed on Lando’s hands that gripped your waist.

But oscar’s patience runs out when you laid your hands around lando’s neck. He pushed his glas into Charles hand and made his way through the crowd.

Before you could react, Oscar slammed your glass onto a nearby table, grabbed your hand, glared at Lando and pulled you out of the club.

You follow him worldless, catching Alexandra’s eye from afar.

-

Oscar let’s go of your hand once you get outside and ran his hand over his face, his back turned to you. You cross your arms “What? Why are we here?”

Oscar spins on his heel, eyes open wide “Why? Are you serious?” You shrug “This is exactly what I meant- God why?! You can’t go around dancing with my teammate. You’re my girlfriend”

“Technically—“ “No. Not technically. Shove that somewhere else” Oscar steps incredibly close to you, his breath warm on your skin “Everyone thinks we’re dating. Act like it. I’m not having that kind of scandal on my back. I don’t want it.”

“I would’ve never done anything with him” You look at him “You say that, but It sure as hell didn’t look like that” He scoffed. You’ve never seen him this riled up before. Not over something like this.

“I’m only saying this once. No more playing around. No more ‘games’.” “I’m the asshole here? You were all over her!” Oscar blinks.

“Who?”

“Her! The girl next to you.”

Silence. You could practically hear the wheels turning in his head before realisation hits him.

“You think I would- What?” You shrug “You seemed pretty busy with her” “She used to be my classmate. Nothing special.” “Didn’t look like it”

Oscar’s eyes skim your face before his relaxed. A small smirk appeared on his lips.

“You’re jealous.”

“I’m not” You make a grimace “It looks bad for our image.”

“You danced with my teammate. In a club without cameras, no pictures allowed.” You stare at him speechless. Oh shit.

“You’re drunk, Piastri” “Then I can blame this on the alcohol no? Slap me if I’m overstepping.” Before you can ask what that even means, his lips are on yours. Your back is pressed into a street light.

Your hands find his hair, gently tugging at it. Oscar lets out a shaky breath, pulling away slightly. His eyes bore into yours “Dangerous game” “Yeah? Could not care less”

He chuckled and pressed his knee between your legs “Osc-“ Your grip on him tightens “This will be everywhere if anyone sees us” You say between him kissing your lips and neck.

He doesn’t react, so you push him away, his face in your hands “This is exactly what shouldn’t happen”

“Tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me I’m crazy and I’ll never touch you again” He whispers, eyes searching yours for anything.

“Oscar..We shouldn’t. I’m not here to ruin your reputation.” “I don’t care about my reputation”

“I am the end of you, Piastri. I’m bad at love. I don’t do love” You look at him. His face kept as neutral as possible. He pressed his lips into a thin line but doesn’t look away from you.

“What if-“ “There’s no what if. That’s how I am, That’s who i am.” You shrug “Have you ever seen me longer with a guy? No. Cause they all leave. I’m possessive, jealous and you should run as far away from me as you can”

“What if I don’t want to?” “Then I’d say you’re fucking crazy” He breathes out a laugher “So what?”

“We’re bound to break, Oscar. People are used to see me with guys like..” “Like?”

“Lando”

Oscars jaw clenched “Can we not bring him up?” “It’s the truth! I’m known for jumping from guy to guy. I don’t know how to keep one, Piastri. I never did! I know how to use my body not my fucking heart!” You push him away a step and turn away.

Before oscar can say anything, you turn around.

“We don’t even know each other for 3 months and we’re like this. I can’t- This.” You point between you two “Can’t happen. I’ve let this get too messy, too blurry. We’re business partners. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“But-“ “No. You’re gonna break your own heart.” You huff as you pull out your phone to call an uber.

“When you wake up tomorrow and are finally sober, you’ll know this was stupid.” you say before holding the phone to your ear.

Oscar crossed his arms but stays quiet. Great.

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f1gossip

f1gossip Oscar Piastri and his girlfriend (Yn Yln) were seen arguing outside a lounge in shanghai before sharing a passionate kiss. Trouble in paradise??

user drama stirer

user I hate her

user can she just find someone else

user uhm

user now this is out of character

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He won, I am so happy 🥹