#YOU MEAN TO TELL ME TWO TRACTORS ARE ON THE PODIUM

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Just checked the race results. WTF WHY AND HOW ARE BOTH ALPINES ON THE PODIUM???? good job max proud of you but I cant get over the ALPINES are ON THE PODIUM?!? I am 100% watching this race all the way through later

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the mclaren boy mystery | part two

l. norris / o. piastri

summary: in which your boyfriend is a formula one driver for team mclaren and when you finally decide it's time to start hinting to the world, the internet is confused on exactly which driver is your boyfriend. pairing: social media au || lando norris / oscar piastri x reader fc: jazmyn makenna

a/n: sorry this took a little longer than i expected! it was so fun to make though. i didn't want to say who she's actually with because i feel like it's fun for the readers to have to figure that out too! so please share any guesses you have lol i'm interested to see what people think the outcome will be. hope you enjoy and thank you sm for reading<3

part one | part three

sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble

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yourusername happy birthday to my favorite brother, i love you and am so grateful to know i have someone in my life who looks after me like you do<3 here's my fav pics of us of course they're all racing related lol, our first love

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yourbrother "my favorite brother"... As far as I know I am your only brother 😐

⤷ yourusername 🥱🥱🥱🥱 technicalities

yourbrother Thank you least favorite sister, miss those days. Have to get back out on the karting track, been too long since I've beaten you

⤷ yourusername been too long since you've been beaten, you mean?

⤷ yourbrother Yeah, yeah we'll let the track times speak for themselves

⤷ user1 ok but we have to admit the brother sister banter is kind of adorable

⤷ user2 no bc she seems so sweet 😭

user3 nah because what is max verstappen doing in this girls likes now????

⤷ user4 and the plot thickens 😯

user5 she saw everyone calling her a fake f1 fan and said take a look at this

user6 yn hater club how you guys feeling right about now

⤷ user7 🤡🤡🤡🤡

user8 honestly kind of hope she's dating one of them

⤷ user9 yall switch up so fast please 😭😭

user10 seriously..... you HAD to only post f1 related photos lmfao so totally pandering to the landoscar fans

user11 f1 school of wags next graduate

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landonorris DOUBLE PODIUM!!!!!!!! couldn't have asked for a better race, congrats @/oscarpiastri and a huge thanks as always to @/mclaren 🧡

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user1 I SAY THATS MY BABY AND IM SO PROUD 😭

user2 mclaren double podium... oh i used to pray for times like these

user3 oscar piastri you are insane omfg

user4 MY POOKIES LOOK AT THEM !!!!!!!!! ���

user5 save me landoscar SAVE ME

yourusername jumping up and down screaming and crying losing my mind

⤷ landonorris you should probably get that checked out....

⤷ user6 THATS IT, ITS YN AND LANDO IM CALLING IT

⤷ user7 nah nah nah this is so giving gf of the bestie banter

⤷ user8 agreed hopping on the oscaryn train 💪🏻

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yourusername added to their story

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oscarpiastri added to their story

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yourusername qatar gp smiles <3 practice timeeee

📸 @/kellypiquet

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kellypiquet so beautiful

⤷ yourusername all you

landonorris eye spy a mclaren car down there?

⤷ yourusername ? i just see a tractor

⤷ landonorris not funny. 😐

⤷ yourusername i certainly laughed

⤷ oscarpiastri same actually

⤷ user1 i dont know how much longer i can take this

⤷ user2 GUYSSSS i am telling you its so oscaryn

⤷ user3 WHAT literally look at the Proof its so landoyn 🥱

⤷ user4 i am giggling we're literally in a shipwar

user5 she's so pretty i'm sorry guys i love her 😵‍💫

⤷ user6 well yes!

user7 patiently waiting for one of the mcl boys to main feed post her then we know for sure ‼️

⤷ user8 at this rate it still won't clear anything up

lilymhe miss u beautiful

⤷ yourusername omg i miss u more ms lily

⤷ user9 she has The wag stamp of approval WE MOVE!

user10 theres four e's at the end of 'time'....... landos number is 4 i've got it guys 😃😃

⤷ user11 seek medical attention STAT

⤷ user12 bro thinks this is a taylor swift album release

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yourusername oscar piastri sprint race winner AND mclaren double podium, better start calling me the good luck charm

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user1 nah bc you're onto something.....

user2 she can't be serious 😐

⤷ user3 well no shit it's just an instagram caption

user4 i cannot be the only one who finds the caption extremely weird

⤷ user5 nah i'm with you i've never liked her 🙄

⤷ user6 its just so odd like forcing yourself into the mclaren narrative completely taking away from the boys achievements writing it off as your own doing...

⤷ user7 omfg yall are so dramatic just say you're jealous they're not dating you lmfao

⤷ user8 no fr because it is not that serious it's clearly a joke like she loves them cmon now

mclaren BRB getting your paddock passes for the duration of the season

⤷ yourusername i'm giggling, i love you guys 😙

⤷ user9 see mclaren is fine with it so yall should be too

⤷ user10 now i'm going to need all the haters to sit DOWN and shut the fuck UP

oscarpiastri wait can you send me that picture

⤷ yourusername i literally did already but okay

⤷ oscarpiastri ok could do with less attitude

⤷ yourusername you have not seen real attitude piastri

⤷ oscarpiastri 😧

⤷ user11 i think this just converted me to team oscar

⤷ user12 nah this is literally landoyn confirmation

landonorris 🍀

⤷ user13 i am picking up what he's putting down

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part one | part three

sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble

taglist:

@landoscar-f1 , @urfavnoirette , @imsiriuslyreal

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I ended up writing a second part x__x

Enjoy! ^^

"Red flag, red flag," Bono told him calmly, and Lewis slowed down immediately. His heart always skipped a bit hearing those two words. There was nothing worse for his anxiety.

"Who was it? Is it bad?" he pressed, a little worried. He had been leading the race so far and hadn't caught up with any of the blue flags yet. He had no idea of what was happening outside of George and Charles battling for p2 behind him and it was  frustrating .

"It was a Mclaren, I believe- yes, that was Mick," Bono said, hesitating.

"Fuck, is he out of the car? Where was the crash? What happened?" Lewis asked, suddenly much more worried.

"Let me get back to you on that," Bono mumbled.

"What do you mean? Is he out of the car or not?" he almost yelled.

"I can't tell you at the moment," Bono stammered. "Come back to the pit and stay focused."

And then, Lewis drove past it. A wreck of a car, surrounded with heavy black smoke and a bunch of marshalls trying to put out the fire. His heart almost stopped.

"Keep driving," Bono insisted, and it was the only thing that kept Lewis from stopping his car right there.

"You tell me the second you have news," Lewis warned, making his way back to the pit.

"He's out," Bono announced, relief clear in his voice. "He's out, he's okay, he's walking. The medical car is getting him."

"Oh thank god," Lewis whispered to himself as he parked in the pit.

"They announced that the race is stopped for at least thirty minutes," his engineer informed him, then went silent. Lewis took a deep breath and started to unstrap himself from the car. George was by his side before he even managed to climb out, helping him.

Lewis could see the distress and worries in George's eyes, he was practically sure he didn't look any better.

"He'll be fine," he told George, pulling him in a side hug - it was all they could afford with the cameras around.

"It was a big one," George breathed out.

"I know, I know, but he walked out okay," Lewis tried to reassure him.

"I wanna see what happened."

Lewis nodded and the two of them went to their hospitalities, trying to find a way to see the footage. The TV had nothing better to do than to show it again and again on replay, so it wasn't that difficult. Lewis stared as the McLaren on the screen seemed to suddenly get out of control, weaving, and crashing into the barrier at high speed despite the gravel trap. No wheels locked, no touch with another driver, nothing that could explain the crash.

"Apparently, the brakes gave in," an engineer commented when he noticed their confused expression. "It was overheating, that's why the car caught fire. He had no control and couldn't slow down at all, so it was a big crash."

"Fucking hell," Lewis growled. Mick could've  died  because of that fucking stupid car. He shouldn't have been driving the tractor anyway, Lando was supposed to. But the kid had food poisoning and Mick had had to replace him.

The McLaren had been having reliability issues the entire season, and Lewis always fret when Mick had to drive it.

The race started again, but at least they had an update on Mick's state. He had been sent to the hospital to get checked for a concussion, but thankfully didn't have anything broken. He had escaped the fire unscathed as well, thanks to the fireproofs.

Lewis spent the remaining laps fighting Charles off while George was trying to get back the P3 he had lost to Max at the restart. Lewis got it. They were both shaken and worried.

He lost P1 to Charles but managed to finish in front of Max. George didn't make it to the podium despite trying his best.

The podium ceremony never felt longer. All Lewis wanted to do was rush to the hospital.

"Okay, okay, we'll see you back at the hotel," he heard George say as he finally got back to their driver rooms. He was sticky with champagne and exhausted. "Okay, love you, bye."

"Was that Mick?" Lewis asked, startling George.

"Ah crap, I didn't hear you coming! You almost gave me a heart attack!" he exclaimed, but launched himself into his arms. Lewis caught him easily and kissed the top of his head. "Yeah, it was Mick. He's okay, the hospital just let him go... He said he's aching all over but he doesn't have a concussion so that's good."

"Yeah, that's good news," Lewis nodded. "Let's go. I wanna see him."

"Same."

They drove back in silence, both of them too worried to make conversation. Sure, they knew Mick was okay, but they wouldn't be completely reassured before they'd seen him. The images of the crash kept playing in their mind and wouldn't leave them alone.

Their suite was empty when they arrived, and they couldn't do anything but sit on the couch and wait. Lewis had to refrain from calling Mick just to check on him. He had been taken to the hospital, after all, it was far from the hotel so it made sense that he would take longer to get back.

They both jumped on their feet the second the door opened, blurting out a string of worried questions.

"Guys, guys, calm down, I'm okay," Mick chuckled. "I promise."

He looked properly exhausted, and he was leaning on his left leg as if his right one hurt.

And he was still wearing that fucking McLaren overall. Lewis almost snarled at it, starting to open it to get Mick out of it.

"Wow, easy there," Mick smiled tiredly. "I'm not sure I'm in the mood right now..."

"Don't be daft, of course you're not," George rolled his eyes. "We need to check you're okay, and frankly, neither of us can stand seeing you in orange."

The last word was said with utmost despise.

"Are you going to undress me this enthusiastically every time I wear McLaren stuff?" he joked, keeping a smiling front. The joke didn't quite land, and Lewis stopped what he was doing to caress his cheek, gently.

"You don't have to force yourself, love," he told Mick. "You just crashed. You're allowed not to be okay."

As if he was waiting for permission, Mick stopped forcing himself to smile and crumpled into tears.

"Oh dear," Lewis breathed out, pulling him in a bone-crushing hug.

"How about I draw you a bath?" George offered, squeezing his shoulder as Lewis nodded.

"Let it out, love," he whispered gently, kissing Mick's hair again. "You're okay, you're safe... The crash wasn't your fault, there was nothing you could've done."

"I know but it's- it's so frustrating!" Mick sobbed loudly.

"You deserve so much better," Lewis agreed. "Come on, let's get you out of those clothes and into a warm bath, alright?"

"Only if you and George come with me," he sniffed. Lewis calculated whether the tub could fit the three of them and decided it would probably be alright.

"Let's do that," he agreed.

The bathroom was steaming, and Mick out a little noise of delight when he saw that George had put some bubble bath in the water.

"Bubbles and muscle relaxing bath bomb," George announced with a bright smile. Mick was finally giving a shy, but honest smile.

They both undressed him, careful with their movements and trying not to gasp with every new bruise they uncovered.

"You too," Mick whined, tugging at George's shirt. The young man didn't need much more to strip - he never did, every excuse to end up shirtless was good enough for him.

A moment later, the other two were in the bath, leaving Lewis like an idiot next to the tub.

"Come on, old man!" George teased, splashing water at him which made Mick giggle. Lewis huffed, stripped, and joined them.

As planned, they were a little tight in the tub. Since they were worried to hurt Mick, they pilled in one side of the tub, Lewis sitting between George's legs and Mick between his own, resting his back against his torso.

"Toto will have our heads if we flow the room," George crackled as some water overflew while they were moving around, making the other laugh along.

"Nah, you guys are his golden boys, he won't say a thing," Mick said in a singing voice. "Which is why I'll blame you two."

He only laughed harder as they cried out in protest.

"Careful, I can tickle you if you're too mean," Lewis threatened.

"No you can't, I'm huuurt," Mick squealed, feeling Lewis' fingers grazing his ribs as a warning.

"We'll have to kiss you better, then," George smiled, bending over Lewis to kiss Mick on the shoulder.

"Come on guys, cut it out," Mick blushed, cuddling closer to Lewis and squeezing George's leg. "I love you."

A duet of 'I love you' answered him, hummed softly and overwhelmingly affectionate.

Lewis sighed with contentment, and felt the worry inside of him settle down for good.

I'm afraid things got out of hand. It was supposed a cute and fluffy SHORT snippet and somehow it ended up with a 1.7k fic with Britcedes being possessive as hell over Mick. Gotta admit, it's a nice turn of event XD

Enjoy!!

Lewis couldn't help but glare as he passed in front of the McLaren hospitality with his scooter. It was stronger than him, he couldn't help it.

Mick was staying with them this weekend since he was driving Piastri's car during FP1. Lewis was happy for him, really. If it were up to him, Mick would be in a car every single race. Sadly, it wasn't, and he wasn't ready to let go of his own seat. Not quite yet.

So, he was condemned to watch Mick wear the McLaren ugly papaya orange, and drive a lame car because let's face it, the only not-lame car was their dear W14. She was a forever unmatched beauty and Lewis would die on this hill.

He found George wearing the same expression of displeasure as he parked his scooter in a corner of the garage.

"I don't like it," announced the young man with an upset expression, a bit like a pout, and Lewis felt his own expression soften.

"I know, love," he sighed. "I don't like it either."

George groaned, and plopped his head against Lewis' shoulder, defeated. He always did this when he wanted a hug, and Lewis found it adorable because he had to lean down to do that. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, pulling him into the hug he had requested.

"He should be here with us," George muttered, the sound of his voice hushed against Lewis' neck.

"He'll be back soon," Lewis murmured in answer, trying to convince himself much as George.

As he drove into FP1, Lewis had mix feelings each time he passed Mick in the McLaren. Mick waved at him, more than once, and Lewis was happy to see him drive. But it pissed him off so much that he was with another team.

He belonged with Mercedes. Throughout the weekend, Lewis found quite a lot of pictures of Mick at Mclaren. The PR team had decided to use him as much as possible, because why wouldn't they? It was Mick. Bright smile, soft laugh, puppy eyes Mick. It would be stupid not to make everything about him.

"I want to skin them alive when they touch him like this," George said, glaring at the picture of Lewis' phone. It was a Mclaren mechanic who had an arm over Mick's shoulder as they were talking animatingly. George had just voiced out Lewis' thought, even if he was rather thinking something around strangling instead of skinning. They shouldn't be allowed to touch him. Mick was theirs. He was Mercedes'.

And Mick knew it as well. They caught his longing glances toward their garage, and even if he was supposed to stay with McLaren, he kept somehow ending up near their hospitality, chatting with the team or asking about Lewis and George.

They had, obviously, no claim as official as they wished. Lewis and George, that is. It wasn't like they were dating Mick, no matter how badly they wanted to. They hadn't found the guts to confess just yet and were still trying to find the best, most romantic way to do it. They were working on a Plan, with a capital if you please. They were practically sure Mick felt, if not the same, at least something for them.

They'd have to say something soon, or they would go crazy with possessiveness before that.

Mick fit in so well with the team. In just a few months, he had everyone wrapped around his little finger without even meaning to. 

Bono had all but adopted the kid. With anyone else, Lewis would've been jealous to see Bono so fond of them. But it was Mick, so it was okay. Lewis certainly couldn't hold it against Bono. Angela was fiercely protective of Mick, and even Toto looked softer around him. 

Lewis and George, well, they were head over heels for him, and half the garage had already given them a shovel-talk, even though they weren't dating yet. Everyone also said it was a matter of time when ether of them answered that, which reassured them every time that their feelings might not be unrequited.

The entire weekend was pure torture. The atmosphere in the garage was gloomy because of Mick's absence, and to add to everything, both cars had issues. George during the qualifying and Lewis during the race. He had to retire the car to his dismay, and George didn't even make it to the podium, barely getting in the points.

A bad, bad weekend for Mercedes.

The post-race debrief was positively depressing. Everyone was in a mood, pulling long faces, and exhaustion didn't help.

Bono was going over some data with a tired and monotone voice when someone knocked at the door.

"I brought you guys hot cocoa!" Mick announced in a cheerful voice, a tray of drinks precariously balanced on one arm as he opened the door.

It might as well have been a divine apparition, with the way everyone was struck with pure, unaltered joy at the sight of their reserve driver.

He was still wearing a bright orange McLaren shirt under his Mercedes jacket and had probably come straight to the garage as soon as he'd been released from his duty at McLaren.

He skipped around the table, giving out a mug to everyone.

"Yours got almond milk in it," he winked as he gave Lewis his mug. He was gone a second later, which was a good thing because Lewis would've kissed him right then and there. He and George exchanged a meaningful look. Nevermind for the Plan, they couldn't wait anymore.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it," Mick exclaimed, still smiling.

"No, no, you can stay," Toto interjected. "We're almost done anyway."

The rest of the debrief was much more animated. Questions and ideas flew around, and everyone's depressed mood was gone and forgotten.

"Well, I think we're gonna do great next race," Toto announced at the end. "That'll be all for today. Rest and relax, and I'll see you all tomorrow morning on the plane."

Lewis had found himself flying more often with the team when it meant both George and Mick would be there.

The three drivers drove back to the hotel together, and instead of parting ways in the lobby, George offered Mick to join them in their room for a movie night. He agreed immediately, and they made their way to the suite Lewis and George were sharing.

"Man, that shirt has to go," Lewis growled the second they closed the door, glaring at Mick's shirt as if it personally offended him. Mick blushed, looking down at the McLaren shirt, and Lewis realised his words could've been misinterpreted.

"What- What are you guys gonna do about it?" Mick stammered, face flustered but with an unexpected glint of confidence in his eyes.

"I-" Lewis hesitated. He looked at George helplessly, and his boyfriend sighed.

"This was not how we planned to do this," he lamented but took a step closer to Mick. "We had a whole plan, you know... But then, McLaren had to try and steal you from us."

"I think we should help you get out of that shirt," Lewis added, a seductive smile on his lips. "If you want to, of course."

Mick nodded shyly, and Lewis took another step forward. George gently took off the Mercedes jacket off Mick's shoulders, and Lewis pushed the tip of his fingers under the hem of his shirt, grazing at his stomach. Mick was breathing hard, and Lewis wanted to press his palm against his heart, just to feel how fast it was beating.

He started to lift off the shirt, searching Mick's face for any sign of discomfort that would've made him stop immediately. He pulled the shirt above his head and took a moment to admire Mick's naked torso.

"God, you're so beautiful," George breathed out, stealing the words out of Lewis' mouth. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please," Mick pleaded softly, and George wrapped his long fingers around his neck to pull him in a gentle kiss. Lewis took in the sight in front of him. It was one of the most overwhelmingly beautiful things he'd seen in his life. And he'd get to have this, to have them both. He was one lucky guy, for sure.

Mick expectantly turned toward him after they broke the kiss, extending his arms toward him. Lewis snatched him in his arms, chuckling a little at Mick's neediness, and kissed him.

He noted distractingly that his lips tasted like cocoa, and he licked along his lower lip as Mick opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.

"Let us take care of you," he whispered in his ear, enjoying the shiver that ran through Mick's body.

"Only- only if I get to take care of you, too," Mick negotiated, flustered and timid.

"Gosh, what did we do to deserve you?" George hummed l, kissing Mick again.

"If we do this, we need you to know, Mick..." Lewis started, hesitating. "That I- we- er..."

George came to his rescue, a hand on his forearm to appease him.

"We love you, Mick," he said with a confident smile. "Lewis isn't very comfortable to say it aloud, but it doesn't mean he doesn't feel the same."

It was Lewis' turn to turn red with embarrassment. He buried his face against Mick's neck, who giggled.

"We had planned to do better," Lewis grumbled. "We wanted to wine and dine you, do things properly..."

"You've been doing that, though," he pipped up. "You've spent the last four months or so taking me out to dinners, and surfing and movie nights and boat rides... In my head, that counts."

"Oh," George breathed out.

"Were we that obvious?" Lewis inquired.

"Kinda," Mick giggled again. "But I like it. It's cute."

He kissed them again, one after the other, taking his time. Lewis hummed against his lip, pulling him toward the bed.

"Ah, I haven't said it yet, did I?" Mick stopped right as they reached the bed. "I love you both."

George basically tackled him to the mattress under Lewis' amused expression. He didn't wait any longer to climb onto the bed, joining them.

Later, that night, they fell asleep curled up in bed, Mick between the two of them and wearing a Mercedes hoody. He was where he belonged, and everything was as it should be.