#oscar ‘heart-eyes’ piastri strikes again.
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margaritavilla · 6 months ago
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for the love of god i need oscar to STAND UP 😭😭 it’s getting embarrassing buddy you are taking a photo in front of all ur fans and u still cant take ur eyes off lando….STAND UPPPP
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carlandoscars · 5 months ago
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opeightyone: FRIYAY practice at the Hungaroring 🤩🇭🇺
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hagenwo43 · 16 days ago
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Those eyes tho 🥰
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arkhammaid · 6 months ago
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cant defend him anymore what is this pov
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it gets worse...
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clyrisis · 1 year ago
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landoscar on their way to get married.
las vegas gp 2023
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planetpiastri · 1 year ago
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the logan smau was so cute, had me giggling and kicking my feet fr 😭 can i request something with oscar <3 i’m sure you’ve seen that video of him and lando were he was just looking @ lando like ♡_♡ maybe fem!driver reader and how he’s always doing the same to her and everybody always just loses it and lando teasing him (bc he so would) !! :p
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pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reserve driver!reader [no faceclaim, reader is faceless] summary: oscar and the mclaren reserve driver are disgustingly in love, and lando is also there, suffering as usual. notes: aaah thank u for the love on the logan fic<33 this is such a cute idea, thanks for the request! enjoy<3
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mclaren a double podium for the boys! get in there!
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ynusername LET'S GOOOOOO!!!
username1 that's gonna be you up there one day!! 🥹🧡
ynusername who's that guy on the third slide he's kind of cute
oscarpiastri I have a girlfriend sorry
username2 they put in the photo of oscar going to yn after the race omg i can't 😭 the way he looks at her!!
landonorris oscar "heart eyes" piastri strikes again username3 omg lando is one of us
username4 i want what they have!!!!!
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ynusername thanks mclaren for letting me (featured on slide 3) drive in fp1! i love my job! lando if you were really my friend you'd fall off a ladder and break your leg so i can drive with my boyfriend for one race!
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username5 YN IS SO UNHINGED IM HOWLING
landonorris oh my bad let me just 🪜🧑‍🦯
ynusername awesome thanks!
oscarpiastri I can arrange his downfall (literally)
ynusername yay ❤️ landonorris ok stop the joke it's not funny anymore
username6 girl literally outpaced alonso when is she gonna get a full-time seat 😩
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oscarpiastri I'm just embracing it at this point
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username7 oh he LOVES HER loves her
username8 WAIT THESE ARE ALL PHOTOS OF HIM LOOKING AT YN THIS IS SO CUTE
ynusername i love your face!!!
oscarpiastri ❤️❤️
mclaren our favorite power couple!
ynusername thank you mclaren admin
username9 waiting for him to change his username to oscarhearteyes and fully commit to the bit
landonorris when will i be free
username10 LMAO lando is so sick of third wheeling in the mclaren garage christianhorner There's space at Red Bull for you. landonorris fuck off ye spooky bitch! username11 WHAT THE FUCK KLSDHGLKJHSD
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leo-op81 · 6 months ago
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oscar heart eyes piastri strikes again
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he looks at lando with so much love and adoration i love them
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mclarengirlie · 6 months ago
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Oscar 'heart eyes' Piastri strikes again
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sxffrxn · 1 year ago
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When love strikes OP81
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An Oscar Piastri x reader, enemies to lovers story
Part One Part Two
Summary: Oscar Piastri and Y/N L/N have a long-lasting feud, nobody knows why. Do they themselves know why?
Warnings: swearing, Oscar and Y/N literally act like children, grammar mistakes, messy
Word Count: 1.4k
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Arriving back at home was like a blessing from the Gods. As soon as Y/N stepped foot in her apartment, her coat was thrown off as she leaped onto her bed, luggage forgotten. That night, she had the best sleep she had in a very long time, despite still being in her travelling clothes.
When she woke up and checked her phone she found her instagram was blowing up. Panic coursed itself through her body. Was she cancelled online? Has someone made up some bullshit to spread about her?
But, alas, it was her interview. It had gone viral. Some people were speculating about Oscar and Y/N’s relationship, and some had compiled an entire 30 minute video of the pair being downright unpleasant to each other. Although Y/N did in fact watch the whole video - in 3x speed, she wasn’t watching a 30 minute long video - she has to admit some of these were a stretch, I mean there was one scene where they simply walked past each other, opposite sides of the walkway may I add.
Both Lamborghini and Mclaren’s PR teams were going to have a field day with this one.
About an hour later, Y/N got a call from her assistant, Gemma,
“What have you done Y/N, the internet is in shambles!” she started.
“No, Hi how are you? Are you well rested? Why yes I am thank you for asking.” Y/N replied.
“Y/N I don’t think you understand the severity of this. We have had Mclaren on the phone all morning trying to sort this mess out.”
“Gem, I replied the way I was supposed to, I can’t think of another way I could have handled that without it turning into a brawl!” Y/N answered in a less polite tone than she should have used.
“Y/N” she started, “I know you handled it the best way you could. I’m sorry this is just so stressful. I don't know how to say this..”
“Say what? Surely it's not that bad. I mean they’re not kicking me off the team are they? I’ve only done one race an-“ she was cut off by Gemma again.
“They want you to act as though you are civil. Friends even. And I’m not talking, not sending glares at the other. I mean they want you to do all sorts of things with him.” Y/N’s heart dropped, she could not do this. Did this tiny altercation have to resort to this? No. But was Y/N a petty bitch? Abso-fucking-lutely.
“Gem, I’m not pretending to date him or anything like that, I’ve read a lot of books with that in and I hate it.”
“No, Y/N, you do not have to pretend to date Oscar Piastri,” she let out a sigh of relief, “You will, however, have to go to many events with him to show you guys are really just friends off track and rivals on.”
“Ughhhhh. Do I have to? Like what’s the significance of this?” Y/N tried to bargain.
“The significance is,” Gemma started, “not fucking up the internet more than you have - and yes, again, I know it’s not your fault for the interviewer’s question but we need to uphold the reputation of this team. Unfortunately women are always the problem in the media’s eyes.”
Y/N sighed rolling around on her bed and taking a big sip of water,
“Fine, but don’t expect me to apologise to anyone for anything. I hardly did anything wrong!” Maybe the last part was a little fib but Y/N stood her ground.
It was media day for the Saudi Arabian grand prix. Y/N sat in her hotel room completing a round of sudoku on her phone - her newest favourite past-time. She was waiting for a knock at her door from Gemma to explain the plan of action for today. Today commenced the ‘sort shit out with Oscar bloody Piastri’ plan, she was given minute details about how they would be miraculously saving each of their reputations. I mean, Y/N could hardly see the problem with rivalry on track, I mean look at Pierre Gasly and Esteban Ocon, they had some issues - Y/N thinks so anyway - and nobody batted an eye, well I guess they weren’t as hostile with each other as Piastri and Y/N are.
A knock resounded through Y/N hotel room.
“Coming!” she went to the door and was met with the smiley face of Gemma,
“Gem you’re,” she checked her watch, “20 minutes early!”
“Yet you are all ready, what happened to ‘Little Miss constantly 10 minutes late’?” Gemma responded.
“Shitting bricks Gem.” Y/N patted Gemma on the back as she stepped out of her room and locked the door, “Let’s get this over and done with, yeah?”
Gemma filled Y/N in on the plan for the start of the day, Y/N would meet Oscar in the foyer of the hotel, have a few laughs and then head to the paddock, they would re-evaluate from there.
Y/N could feel herself gagging as she stepped into the main entrance, yes she was being very dramatic, but this was more stressful than telling her mum she had forgotten to take the chicken out of the freezer to defrost when specifically asked to. Oscar turned and scowled as Y/N walked up to him, this was going to be way harder than he thought. Gemma gave Y/N a firm pat on the back to usher her towards the aussie. They had fake paparazzi stationed just outside the hotel to get the best angles of their positive encounter. When Y/N felt a hand on her back, it was like a switch had been flicked and she grinned at Oscar as though they were best friends, she really channelled the 9 in her drama GCSE for this one moment.
She waved at Oscar as she got closer and he got the memo to sort himself out and act. They began walking out the door and to the shared car they would be taking (Y/N screamed into her hands and nearly punched a hole in the lift door when she found out they'd be car sharing), Oscar opened the door for Y/N to climb into the back seat before he got in. Both Oscar and Y/N had practically begged Gemma to be the peacekeeper and sit between them, but she claimed that she ‘needed to sit in the front because she gets motion sickness’ Y/N called out her shit and said that they had spent millions of car rides together in the back.
It was hard to not grab Oscar by the throat and throttle him into next week but Y/N kept her composure - and kept her hands to herself. It was almost peaceful at first, if you ignore the massive amounts of tension between the two, but that all soon changed as soon as Oscar opened his mouth,
“Do you know how long the car ride is?” he asked, directed to literally anyone in the car who could give him an answer.
“Longer than your F1 debut race” Y/N muttered under her breath, she did mean for him to hear it as she thought it was a pretty good joke. Turns out, it's probably not best to joke about race finishes - in this case, race not finishes - with someone who despises you.
“What the fuck, that’s not funny” he said turning to her.
Y/N stayed staring at her phone but let out a little giggle at his response. Oscar huffed and practically threw himself back into his seat.
“It’s about a 45 minute drive, Oscar” The driver, Kim (also Oscar’s performance coach) answered for him.
‘45 minutes with this bellend’ Y/N said in her mind before rolling her eyes and rotating her phone to watch a show on Netflix.
Oscar was in the same boat ‘No fucking way am I spending 45 minutes with her’ he thought to himself.
A loud ding sound echoed through the back of the car,
“Are you playing sudoku? What are you a fucking child?” Oscar commented. Y/N just scowled at him and stuck her tongue out. Oscar gave her a pointed look, then she realised, huffed, and pushed herself further into her seat.
This was going to be one hell of a car ride.
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A/N: Hey guys sorry for the late update, I didn’t drop off the face of the earth. I’ve been so stressed out with schoolwork recently so updates will be scarce 😬 Thank you guys for all the support on the first part I literally love you all!!! Still working out the ropes to tumblr but i promise I will get there in the end.
Taglist: @chiliwhore (comment or lmk to be added i guess!!)
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landoom · 1 year ago
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@twinkodium the back view of the debriefing video.
These grey shorts need to stay forever. Look at that ass!!
And of course, Oscar "heart eyes" Piastri strikes again!
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santanasaintmendes · 6 months ago
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Oscar heart-eyes Piastri strikes once again, he’s never beating the allegations i’m afraid.
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swlyf-24 · 5 months ago
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My garden still remembers your roots
"No, no, no. No, no, wake up. Please. Wake up, or hold onto my hands, please just give me a sign that you're still awake. Please…" Logan broke off into a sob, his fingers clumsily grasping at Oscar's fingers. It felt cold, colder than it should be. Tears cascaded down as he interlocked the limp hand against his. Blood stained Oscar's helmet, brandishing it in its iconic ruby red instead of that striking orange. "Please Oscar, would you just wake up?" Logan begged. He would fight tooth and nail, he would die for Oscar to wake up again. For Oscar to pursue the dream that they have been whispering to each other since young. The marshals came running over, trying ,without force, to pry Logan's fingers out of Oscar's. 
"Please cooperate Mr Sargeant, we ensure that Mr Piastri is in safe hands. Please let go." Let go. Let go? Sobs wracked Logan's body once more, corrupting his mind into those actions of toddlers, stumbling and crying. The paddock was silent. The drivers only stared at the scene on the screen, holding in their breaths. Logan sat on the gravel, his blood stained gloves buried under the pile of rocks. His heart sung out a melody, a song yearning for the hand to hold his once more, to feel the warmth against his skin. Oscar was the one that usually ran hot, so why was his embrace cold? 
"We'll become drivers in the top teams, and we'll race against each other. We'll both win at least a WDC and we'll be together to celebrate it. Promise?" Oscar used to whisper as if it was a secret of the government. He held out his pinky, awaiting for a response. "Promise." Logan hooked their fingers together. Like a tree amidst a garden, its roots initiated an eternal dance with the soil. 
That tree was soon uprooted, its roots ripped away from the soil leaving a gap. A gap that no roots could ever fill. "I'm sorry Mr Sargeant, your friend did not make it. I-" the doctor was dressed too pristine. Why wasn't his white coat stained with blood? Did they even attempt to save Oscar? Or was it by first glance that they could tell that he died on impact? Death is a cruel word. 5 letters couldn't contain the weight it carried. People using it as they wish, uncaring of the grief that it held from everyone. 
If Logan could plant that seed into the soil once more, caring it with more love, then perhaps it would flourish. 
The brown locks strung Logans heart like a guitar. It sung out for the boy in the kart, hoping to lure it near. "Hey!" An Australian accented voice shouted out, a hand tugging onto Logan's sleeve. "Oscar?" he muttered out, his mind working overtime. "How'd you know my name…Nevermind that. What's your name?" Perhaps he could replant the tree, shielding it from the horrors of the pouring rain and weather. 
"No, no, no. No, no, wake up. Please. Wake up, or hold onto my hands, please just give me a sign that you're still awake. Please…" Logan broke off into a sob, his fingers clumsily grasping at Oscar's fingers. It felt cold, colder than it should be. It happened again. A loop. Logan knew how it was going to play out, the moment etched into his mind. He died from impact, and all he was holding onto was a lifeless body of a promise that they made. "Did you give up on that promise already?" Logan laughed out, the striking difference from the quiet paddock. "I tried to save you, you know? I tried that if I was in Mclaren this time as your teammate, you would be alive."
Logan was on that track once more. Oscar took a step out of the kart as a glint coated his brown eyes. Logan had a pocketful of the seeds, he could always replant them. 
So Logan tried. He tried every loop to save Oscar's life. But it always ended up the same way it did. The soil was dying, sick and tired of waiting for the tree to be replanted over and over.
Oscar stepped out of the kart, his eyes glancing everywhere in search for someone. When he saw Logan, his eyes lit up, bright enough to light up a skyscraper. He jumped across the asphalt, ready to pounce onto the blonde boy. But he walked away, the moment he saw Oscar walking towards him. The boy had walked away.
It worked. The race where Oscar was supposed to meet his end, it didn't happen. Even if it was at the expense of Oscar ever meeting Logan, Logan didn't mind if it meant Oscar was alive. He didn't mind.
He didn't mind when he saw Oscar getting closer and closer to Lando instead, leaving him behind in the dust. Leaving him behind in the karting track, nudging his sole against the asphalt as he awaited for a boy to talk to him again. Perhaps it wasn't the tree's fault, perhaps it was the soil. The whispered promises gone, filled with a promise of forever being team mates instead.
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santanasaintmendes · 6 months ago
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Oscar heart-eyes Piastri strikes again
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Oh Osco...
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hagenwo43 · 1 year ago
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Off Season Pt8
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arkhammaid · 6 months ago
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have u seen pics of oscar heart eyes piastri looking at lando today post race
i've seen the carcar heart eyes and fixated on that LMAO
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yourstrqly · 1 year ago
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★ . . . 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐌𝐒𝐂𝟒𝟕
pairing: mick schumacher x fem!reader, best friend!oscar piastri x fem!reader (platonic)
you can't help yourself; sending the reserve driver of merc heart eyes is your favourite activity to do whenever you visit your best friend oscar at work
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shaking his head, oscar watched you looking like the love sick fool you are. "Stop staring at him, you creep", the mclaren driver said lowly.
Instantly, you broke your gaze, eyes widened from the comment; you knew how bad it was with your heart, which beat fastly against your rips. "M'sorry", you mumbled sheepishly, embarrassment drawed on your face. "He just — he's just so beautiful to look at, you know?"
"he ain't ugly, i'll give him that", your friend chuckled, "why don't you go up to him?"
mortified you face oscar. "And die inside when he ignores me? Are you for real shithead?"
the brunette only shrugged his shoulders. "he's not going to ignore you, he's mick schumacher. that boy's the personification of a golden retriever, y/n."
a snort escaped your throat. "He is but he's just so stupidly handsome and i'm me. And obviously not interesting enough to talk to me or even look at me!"
"cut the crab, if you won't talk to him, you're destined to just watch him from afar forever."
"that's better than speaking to him", you replied, eyes glued to the strong back of the man you spoke about, dizzy head as you saw him laughing at something pierre gasly had said to him.
days later, oscar and you sat with some of the other drivers and their guests together, having eaten at a Chinese restaurant yuki had ranted about, and now you stood in a cute rustic looking bar with games shattered on tables. oscar had left your side a few minutes ago, mumbling about lando needing a partner for a silly game he didn't care to name.
you didn't mind keeping yourself company, humming to tina turner's what's love gotta do while sipping on your drink of choice, completely lost in your train of thoughts, not hearing the person sitting down next to you.
"hey", a soft voice spoke next to you, "how are you y/n?"
a nervous laugh rumbled through your body as you were left in disbelief — how does he know your name? it was weird to be honest; you crushed on the blonde for months now, ever shy and not striking up a conservation, and here you were, chilling at a bar, getting mick's attention. what a weird night (not that you minded it though).
"Earth to y/n", he grinned widely, noticing your slightly opened mouth which gave him the a small confirmation what was going inside you; you were starstruck by him, and he thought that was the cutest thing ever.
Registration set in your body. "oh.. ehm", you rambled, "sorry, i'm good, hi, how are you?"
"not bad, not bad", he replied, wrapping you into a discussion about seemingly everything, losing track of time. mick wasn't a loud mouth nor a shit talker; deep talks about food, animals and hobbies were his fortune, and got you comfortably, opening up.
the hours flew by, and around ten most of the drivers decided to call it a night, so mick and you returned to the group, saying goodbye.
he smiled at you, fingers playing with his ring as you shyly looked down at your feet. reaching out, he grasped your chin, tracing his thumb along your check. his eyes shone calmness, and you swore that your heart might burst at the sight.
"could i have your number please?", he asked sweetly, throwing you off gourd once again.
Eagerly awaiting your answer, his hand never left your face, drawing circles on your jawline. you blush, nodding excitingly.
you were definitely the happiest person on the planet, grinning with heart eyes, when you checked out your messages the next morning.
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