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Can you do another Piastri family fic where the reader is in pain or smth and Oscar canât be there to help her so his family does xx
PAIN, MORE PAIN
pairing: oscar piastri x reader warnings: mentions of appendicitis & reader being in terrible pain.
the apartment you share with oscar in melbourne feels impossible big and lonely. the bed feels cold and strangely empty despite the humongous amount of throw pillows you have laying around.
the loneliness is something youâve grown used to, but the loneliness mixed with this terrible pain in your stomach is too much to bear.
it hit you suddenly, no warning signs in sight, and now you lie curled up in the middle of the soft sheets, clutching your stomach as waves of unfamiliar, sharp pain hit, relentless and terrifying.
your hand trembles as you reach for your phone. oscar is thousands of miles away, getting much needed rest before the race. you know itâs late where he isâtoo late to be calling. you hesitate, your finger hovering over his name in your contacts. you shouldnât bother him. shouldnât steal away his focusâwhat could he do either way?
but as you curl even further into yourself, helplessness consuming you, it becomes too much, and you feel so weak. weak, helpless, and scared.
scared enough to press the call button. shame, guilt, pain, and more pain fills you as you watch your phone ring in silence.
oscarâyour absolute angel of a boyfriendâpicks up after a few rings, his voice groggy from sleep but instantly alert when he hears the panic in yours. âhey, love. whatâs wrong?â
âi didnât want to wake you,â you start, the guilt gnawing at you. âbut somethingâs really wrong. my stomach . . .â you let out a involuntary whimper. âit hurts so bad, osc. i donïżœïżœt know what to do.â
thereâs a brief pause, and you can practically hear him sitting up in bed, a deep frown taking over his features. âhow bad is it? have you taken anything? should i call a doctor?â
âi donât know,â you whisper, pressing a hand to your side, trying to breathe through the pain. âitâs getting worse. i can barely move.â
âdamn it,â oscar mutters angrily under his breath. âi wish i was there with you. but listen, iâm calling my mum. sheâll come and take you to the hospital. you need to get checked out, okay? donât argue with me.â
you start to protest, your instinct telling you to handle things on your own. âoscar, i donât want to bother herââ
âyouâre not bothering anyone,â he cuts you off firmly. thereâs no room for argument in his voice. âyouâre in pain. weâre not messing around with this. iâm calling her now, and iâll stay on the phone until she gets there. promise me youâll let her help.â
youâre too exhausted to argue anymore, the pain blurring the edges of everything and you desperately want to cry. âokay,â you mumble, feeling a small wave of relief knowing help is on the way despite everything.
oscar keeps talking to youâfor once, heâs the one doing the most talkingâtrying to keep you calm as he calls his mum. within minutes, sheâs on her way, and oscar is back on the line, his voice soft but urgent. âsheâll be there soon, love. just hang in there.â
his words are comforting, but the pain is becoming unbearable, and by the time you hear the soft knock on the door, tears are slipping uncontrollably down your face. you barely manage to shuffle to the door, clutching your side, and open it to find nicole standing there, her face etched with worry. she takes one look at you and immediately wraps an arm around your shoulders.
âoh, sweetheart,â she murmurs, guiding you toward the couch. âyou donât look good at all. letâs get you to the hospital.â
even more tears spill over at that. itâs not just the pain, itâs the overwhelming sense of being cared for. nicole doesnât hesitate, doesnât ask if itâs too much trouble. sheâs just there, steady and reliable.
âiâm sorry,â you whisper, hesitating to meet her eyes. âi didnât mean to cause trouble.â
nicole shakes her head, already helping you into the car with a comforting arm around you. âdonât be ridiculous, love. youâre part of the family now. we look after each other.â
her words settle over you like a warm blanket, and you blink back more tears, grateful for the maternal gentleness she offers.
the ride to the hospital is a blur of pain and exhaustion as nicole speeds toward the emergency room. her hand reaches out to squeeze yours at every chance she gets, the worry in her eyes almost overwhelming.
when you finally arrive, nicole is by your side every step of the way, holding your hand as youâre wheeled into the exam room and after what feels like hours, the doctor finally returns with a diagnosis: appendicitis. youâll need surgery, and soon.
oscarâs voice cracks through the phone when he hears the news. âiâm so sorry iâm not there. i feel useless.â
nicole gives your hand another reassuring squeeze. âsheâs in good hands, oscar. iâll be with her the whole time, donât you worry.â
you try to smile, though the pain is still gnawing at your insides. âiâll be okay. just focus on your race.â
ânot a chance,â he replies, his voice softening. âi canât concentrate when i know youâre in pain. youâre more important than any race.â
as they prep you for surgery, nicole stays by your side, never letting go of your hand.
the last thing you hear before drifting off is her voice, quiet and full of love. âiâll stay here the entire time, sweetheart. just relax.â
when you wake up after surgery, very groggy but no longer in pain, nicole is still there, sitting by your bedside. she smiles as you blink awake, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
âthere you are,â she says softly. âeverything went perfectly. youâll be back on your feet in no time.â
you blink away the tears that well up, overwhelmed by the care sheâs shown you. âthank you,â you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. âfor everything.â
nicole shakes her head, her smile warm and full of love. âno need to thank me, love. weâre family. thatâs what familyâs for.â she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead before tugging your duvet up, helping you get more comfortable in the hospital bed. âhattie is here somewhere, too. came as soon as she woke. think she wanted to buy you some snacks first.â
her words hit you in a way that feels almost foreign. the casual way in which they came out feels weird. to you, it isnât casual. family is a concept youâve always struggled with, never having had one that felt like this. but now, with oscar, with nicole and the rest of his familyâwho are buying you snacks and worryingâyouâve found something you didnât even know you were missing.
as you drift back to sleep, comforted by the warmth of the bed and something elseâsomething warms from in your heartâyou realize that for the first time in your life, you truly have a familyâand it feels like home.
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landos little sister is super shy and does get along with the drivers but she likes to just cling to lando the entire time which he loves but oscar. she meets oscar and suddenly she has a favorite driver thatâs not lando and lets oscar hold her and spend time with her. lando is not even mad because his sisterâs personality is so much like oscar he knew she would love him. the others drivers are pouting
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A Silent Connection
Yn had never been one for the spotlight, much like her brother Lando. While he thrived in the chaos of the Formula 1 world, cracking jokes and charming everyone around him, Yn was content to sit in the background, quietly observing, far more interested in watching the cars roar past than in the whirlwind of media, fans, and endless chatter.
Sheâd always been a little shy, a bit introverted. As a result, the paddock felt like an overwhelming place to be. She only had one person to lean on: Lando. He was her anchor. Theyâd grown up together, and even though theyâd both grown up in the fast-paced world of racing, Lando was the only person Yn felt truly at ease with. So, when he invited her to spend time at a Grand Prix, she didnât hesitate. It was easier for her to be around familiar faces, the ones who understood her need for space.
However, this particular weekend at the Italian Grand Prix in Monza, things were about to change in the most unexpected way.
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It was a quiet morning at the paddock. Lando had gone off for a meeting with his engineers, leaving Yn alone on the couch in the McLaren hospitality area. She was sipping her coffee, gazing at the monitors around her that showed various bits of the weekend's events. The usual buzz of the paddock filled the air â the low hum of mechanics working on cars, the excited chatter of team members â but to Yn, it felt like all of that noise was in the background, fading into nothingness.
She had found a corner to nestle into, out of sight, where she could drink her coffee in peace. Sheâd done this countless times, sitting quietly and observing her brotherâs world from a distance. But today, she wasnât the only one sitting in the corner.
The door to the lounge opened quietly, and someone walked in. Yn glanced up to find Oscar, the young Australian driver, who had just joined McLaren that year. He looked around for a seat and, seeing the empty space next to Yn, he slid into the couch next to her without a word.
Yn, startled by his sudden presence, looked over at him. He was sipping his own coffee, staring blankly ahead at the monitors, his usual calm demeanor settling around him. She didnât mind the silence. In fact, she liked it. There was no pressure to talk, no need for awkward small talk. Just the comfortable sound of people moving around them, the occasional chuckle of engineers, and the faint noise from the track outside.
Oscar, sensing her gaze, gave her a brief, polite smile. She smiled back shyly but didnât say anything. He seemed to understand that she wasnât much for words, and he didnât push.
For the next hour, they sat there in perfect silence, each with their coffee, neither of them feeling the need to fill the air with conversation. For the first time in a long while, Yn felt a sense of peace. She didnât feel judged or expected to speak. She could just⊠exist.
The moment was simple but profound, and it became something they both began to look forward to. Every time Yn visited the paddock in the following weeks, Oscar was there. It became their routine: he would quietly enter, glance at her, and then take a seat beside her. They would drink their coffee in silence, occasionally exchanging a nod or a smile, but mostly just enjoying the calm company.
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It wasnât long before Lando noticed the change in his sister. While Yn had always been content to stick by his side, she was beginning to spend more time in the lounge with Oscar. At first, heâd assumed it was just a coincidence, maybe they were talking strategy or something related to the racing side of things. But then he saw it for himself one day â the two of them sitting there together, silently enjoying their drinks, looking comfortable in each otherâs company.
âYouâre spending a lot of time with Oscar lately,â Lando remarked one day, raising an eyebrow as he slid into the seat across from Yn and Oscar.
Ynâs cheeks flushed slightly, but she only shrugged, her usual reserved nature still evident. âHeâs⊠nice to be around,â she said quietly, looking down at her coffee cup.
Lando chuckled, not surprised by his sisterâs understated response. He knew Yn well enough to know that âniceâ was about as much as sheâd give away. He didnât mind, though. In fact, he was happy. Yn had always been so shy around everyone, and now she had found someone she could spend time with without feeling pressured. He had always wanted her to feel more comfortable in the paddock, and Oscar was a good friend â even if he wasnât the most extroverted person, either.
Oscar, sitting beside Yn, shot Lando a casual smile. âWe donât talk much, but sheâs good company. Itâs⊠easy to be around her.â
Lando grinned. âIâm glad to hear that, mate. Youâre welcome to hang out with her whenever you want. Just donât steal her away from me completely.â
Ynâs face flushed again, but she didnât say anything. She liked how easy it was to be with Oscar. Unlike the other drivers who constantly tried to engage her in conversation or expect her to join in their chaotic paddock discussions, Oscar didnât push. He never tried to draw her out of her shell, never made her feel like she had to talk. He simply existed in the same space as her, and that was all she needed.
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As the weeks went on, the friendship between Oscar and Yn grew. It wasnât loud or attention-grabbing, but it was real. Whenever she had a free moment, Yn would be found with Oscar, sitting side by side, watching the monitors or sipping on their coffees in the lounge. It was a quiet companionship that seemed to suit them both perfectly.
Oscar, who had always been a bit reserved, found himself becoming more outgoing around Yn. It wasnât that she asked him to, but somehow, his presence around her made him feel more comfortable, more willing to open up. It wasnât like he was suddenly a social butterfly, but heâd start offering her small bits of conversation, teasing her gently, and making her smile. She didnât feel like she had to respond, but she appreciated it all the same.
âYouâre not as quiet as you used to be,â Lando said one day, his grin wide as he watched Oscar try to make his sister laugh.
Oscar shrugged sheepishly. âMaybe Iâm just getting used to the silence,â he said with a grin. âItâs nice.â
Yn, for her part, didnât mind it at all. She liked how Oscar had become a bit more expressive for her. It was like he had learned how to communicate in the way she preferred â without overwhelming her with noise or pressure.
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The other drivers began to notice the growing bond between Oscar and Yn. They couldnât help but feel a bit jealous, especially since Yn rarely spoke to them. Even the more talkative ones, like Max and Charles, found it a little odd that she seemed to reserve her energy for Oscar. It was clear that they were becoming friends, and the rest of the paddock wasnât quite sure how to react.
âHave you noticed how quiet she is around us?â Max asked Charles one day, watching from the sidelines as Oscar and Yn exchanged a few words before falling back into their familiar silence.
Charles nodded. âYeah, itâs like she only talks to Oscar now. Itâs⊠strange.â
Lando, overhearing their conversation, couldnât help but laugh. âRelax, guys. Sheâs not interested in being the life of the party. Sheâs got her own thing going with Oscar, and thatâs cool with me. Iâm just happy sheâs found someone she can be herself around.â
Max and Charles exchanged glances. Maybe they were just a little envious that Yn, usually so shy, had managed to form such a quiet but solid bond with someone. But Lando was right â it wasnât about stealing attention. It was about finding peace.
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In the months that followed, Oscar and Yn continued to sit in their corner of the paddock, side by side, silent but comfortable. Lando was happy that his sister had found someone who understood her, and the drivers, while a little envious, began to understand the unspoken connection between the two.
It was simple. It was quiet. But for Yn and Oscar, it was exactly what they both needed.
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THE OTHER GUY PT.1 | FC43
an: @isaadore this one is for you. i've realised i haven't written anything for the latest pookie of the grid, so lets kick it off with some enemies to lovers
fc: random brunettes on pintrest
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ynpiastri
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my dearest lo, the boy who turned oscar and i into apart of a triplet and not twins, the racing world has been cruel to you. i will forever stand by your side no matter what. i love you forever and cannot wait to see what greatness you achieve. love, your unofficial little sister by four months, six days and ten minutes
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logansargeant: i love you ducky đŠđ
ynpiastri: love you more sarge :)
userone: the cutest unofficial little sister he could ever ask for
usertwo: when the world doesn't have logan's back, we can trust that the piastri siblings have his back
userthree: god i love his relationship with them
oscarpiastri: well said ducky
ynpiastri: hire me as your pr
oscarpiastri: over my dead body
nicolepiastri: oscar be nice to your little sister
userfour: they still call her ducky
userfive: am i missing something here, why do they keep calling her ducky soz im new to this
usersix: she used to hide rubber ducks whenever she could for oscar and logan to find in f2 & f3
userfive: stop that so cute
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we are delighted to announce that franco colapinto is going to join us, racing for williams as of monza. welcome to formula one, franco!
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usertwo: poor logan âčïž
francolapinto: thank you!
userthree: where was logan's goodbye?
userfour: finally some real talent
userfive: williams try not sign an underprepared rookie challenge: failedÂ
usersix: jv keep an eye open at nightÂ
ynpiastri: womp womp
francolapinto: Âżque hice? (what did i do)Â
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monza đ€đ€
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nicolepiastri: very tame post
ynpiastri: they can't tame me đč
userthree: ten minute penalty for ocon
oscarpiastri: who's dog is that
ynpiastri: i stole it đŒ
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He really is a Ken in his Barbie world
#trust sisters to keep a brother humble#the fact he appreciates it 𫶠man just wants to be a normal bloke#piastri family#oscar piastri#nicole piastri#1k post
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The Schuyler Sisters Leclerc Siblings
Did this video need to be made? Absolutely not. Did I spend hours putting it together anyway because my brain wouldn't let me stop? Yes. Somebody help me.
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â pairing. oscar piastri x wife!leclerc!reader
â summary. christmas is never calm, when the piastris are involved, or one would think.
â notes. another part of dad!oscar series đđđ its honestly one of my favorites ever. this is a small christmas fic, but i might write another part of christmas at the piastris đ not proofread (i will do that one day i promise)
BEFORE YOUR DAUGHTER WAS BORN, you and oscar never spent christmas together. it was pretty understandable, he went back to australia to see his family, while you ended up in monaco, spending the festive moments along your family and your brothersâ girlfriends. however, youâd always spend new yearâs together â whether it was australia or monaco, no one could make you leave each otherâs side. nevertheless, as suspected, the problems started occurring as soon chloeâs second christmas came up.
her first christmas happened just after she was born, so there was really no conversation about going anywhere with a newborn baby, while pandemic was still going crazy. christmas in the following year was putting more and more stress on top of your shoulders. you barely seen your family all year, so the need to fly home was even stronger than ever, you couldnât though. beside his dad, oscar hasnât seen his family much either and asking him to go see yours for holidays seemed unfair, you were not the only one, who missed the warm embraces of their mothers.
âwhy donât we all just come to your place, love?â nicole, oscarâs mum, suggested on one afternoon, making the tension in your shoulders loosen a bit. âthereâs no point in stressing yourself out about flying with chloe, when we can just come to you.â
it almost seemed like a plan put together beforehand, because a few hours later your mum has called you, suggesting the exact same thing. even if it was a plan, you really appreciated trying to ease your nerves about christmas.
and it became a tradition, one you held dearly to your heart.
itâs been still a few days left till the twenty-fifth, so it was only nicole, who flew to monaco, her daughters would arrive near twenty-fourth to have a day to recharge. you were bundled up in a blanket, a small girl sitting on your lap, not wanting to be away from you as her tiny fists had tightened their grip on your shirt.
âi get puppy?â chloe asked, tipping her chin upwards to have a look at you before turning her head â so fast you thought it would snap in seconds â to look between your husband and his mom. âplease, please puppy?â she repeated, jutting her bottom lip and flashed her brown eyes at oscar.
you raised an eyebrow at the aussie, awaiting his response. the possibility of him cracking and accepting your daughterâs pleas was high, considering that chloe had him wrapped around her little finger, or rather around her wrist like a leash she could tug on, and at first thought her dad would do whatever she wanted him to. his gaze shifted towards you as he let out a sigh, his heart breaking as heâs about to disappoint his only daughter.
âah, squish, but you have a dog already, donât you?â nicole started, catching her daughterâs attention. chloeâs eyebrows knitted in confusion. she has a dog already? is he invisible? âbasil and rosie are yours too, arenât they?â she asked in a gentle tone, the four years old perking up at this revelation.
âi do!â she exclaimed happily, letting go of your shirt to clap her hands, a big beam creeping up on her lips. âbasie and rosie!â she said, her head bobbing up and down ecstatically. âmy doggies.â
âand leo.â you chimed in, gently rubbing your hand against chloeâs back. the mention of your brotherâs daschmund made the beam falter. âyou donât like leo anymore, squish?â you asked, a bit taken aback at the sudden change.
a pout appeared on your daughterâs face, her tone slightly bashful as she tried to explain. âleo pee-ed on me.â oscarâs lips were pulled into a tight line as he tried to suppress a chuckle. âsâno funny!â she frowned at her dadâs antics.
âhe was just excited to see you, baby.â you tried your best reasoning with your daughter. âleoâs still just a baby, you know? babies pee when they get excited, it means he reaaaally likes you.â
âdaddyâs baby, too anâ he donât pee on me.â she scrunched her nose, unmoved by your explanation. âdaddy donât like chloe?â
baby. thatâs how youâve been referring to oscar for as long as you could remember, making chloe think that her dad is as much of a baby as she is. in different circumstances, youâd just start laughing â some guys, your friendsâ boyfriend or fathers, random people on the street, probably acted like babies towards their partners or maternal figures, but not your oscar. he was the eptiome of a great partner, friend, and a parent, despite being a bit messy and leaving socks on your bedroom floor a few times, if you wished for someone better, youâd still get your oscar, because there couldnât be anyone better than him, not for you and your daughter.
âwell⊠daddy loves you so, so much, squish.â he began coyly, kneeling in front of the couch, to brush his nose against chloeâs, as an act of affection. âbut iâm not a doggie, am i?â he asked, and while your reasoning seemed completely off to chloe, she bought oscarâs within seconds.
âno, silly.â the four years old giggled, putting both of her hands on oscarâs cheeks, leaving a small, sloppy kiss on the tip of his nose. âyou papa.â a beam stretched across her mouth. âno doggie.â
THE CHRISTMAS CAME QUICKLY, which you were profoundly content with. it was one of the rare moments, when you could spend the time with your entire family, both sides. there wasnât enough words to describe the amount of love you held in your heart for oscarâs relatives. you spent lots of hours, talking to your in-laws on the phone, when you couldnât see them in person. it was natural that you wanted them in your daughterâs life as much as possible.
usually, the apartment was as quiet as it could be with a preschooler, although with almost twenty people inside, it was a mess. a positive one, one you would cherish every time it happened. your mum chatting away with nicole, tim, and chris, your brothers engrossed in conversations with oscar, while you talked to alex, and oscarâs sisters as your soon to be sister-in-law played with your daughter on the carpet, leo sleeping on his usual spot on the couch.
when you all sat down to open gifts, chloe was no longer playing with charlotte as she occupied the spot on arthurâs lap, giggling quietly, when he tickled her once in a while just to pretend he didnât as she tried to pat his hands away.
âi give gifts, too!â she suddenly spoke up, her voice filled with excitement, pointing to a dozen of tiny boxes standing neatly next to (or on top of) one another.
it was small figurines made out of modelling clay that your husband has bought for your daughter. it wasnât much, but it made your daughter feel involved in the gift-giving tradition. of course, you helped her throughout the process, so the figurines wouldnât be just colours mixed together with no shape.
âoh, mon Ă©toile. did you make them yourself?â your mum asked, a warm smile stretching across her lips as she unpacked the tiny star made out of modelling clay. thatâs what pascale always called chloe, Ă©toile, which meant a star, because she was the brightest star in your momâs universe.
chloe nodded proudly in response, puffing her chest as she unpacked arthurâs box for him. ââs me!â she giggled in happiness, placing the figurine in her uncleâs hand. ânow, you âill âlways remember me!â
âi could never forget you, squish.â arthur whispered into her ear, though loud enough for you all to hear, making the girl laugh from the sensation of his face in such close proximity to her ear. âiâll always have it with me, okay?â
in the end, everyone was enamoured with the small gifts made by your daughter, which made her feel super proud of herself. she got a few toys (that youâd previously accepted, because if you had one more loud toy, youâd shred yourself into pieces) and⊠a racing helmet.
âwe are not doing a project piastri, or whatever youâd call that.â you announced, giving your older brother a judgemental look. was it a surprise that charles gifted your daughter a racing helmet? not really, as heâs been talking about taking chloe karting. âsheâs four.â
âi was four, when i started too.â he argued, a bit playfully.
âlook what that made you. crazy.â you shook your head, taking a glimpse of the mesmerised look in your daughterâs eyes. âsheâs too small for a go-kart. youâd have to put velco strips on her back and the seat, so she wouldnât fell out of the thing.â
âthatâs doable.â the ferrari driver shrugged, as he helped chloe put on the purple helmet. âuncle charlie wouldnât let his squishy face get hurt.â he cooed at the girl, making you roll your eyes in exasperation.
cheering and stressing over your husbandâs career was a thing you could live with, but having both oscar, and your daughter racing and karting? your poor heart wouldnât handle it.
âi drive like daddy soon?â the four years old in question said, her voice slightly muffled by the helmet. once again, she clapped her hands happily.
and somehow, after a nice meal and gift openings, you were stuck in a conversation with your brother about taking chloe karting, while she quietly asked one of your sisters in law what karting exactly was.
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my man isnât creepy! i | f1 grid
growing up leclerc au !
fem! leclerc! reader x f1 grid, leclerc family
part i: carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo, oscar piastri, pierre gasly & kika gomes
synopsis. when the youngest leclerc finds her partnersâ âshrineâ of her, but sheâs a leclerc so the red flags arenât all that red
WARNING(s); i like em crazy yâall, obsessive/possessive behavior, implied stalking/shrines, unhealthy relationship dynamics, sexual implications but no smut
carlos sainz.
âWhat is it?â You asked, head tilted to the side as you look up at your boyfriend. The Spaniard melted, muttering a curse to himself and running his hands through his thick hair. He felt hot, nervous for what the outcome of this discussion could be.
âDios mĂo, ĂĄngel, itâsâ it is not what you thinkâ nothing bad. I am just embarrassed is all.â He reassured, big hands gripping at your shoulders. But he knew it was a bit bad, even his enabling family members were worried heâd freak you out if you saw. His movements were made to comfort you, but you could tell they were more self-soothing. Arthur had a similar habit whenever you got upset with him, too.
You only frowned, but it fueled Carlosâ panic.
âMi amor, I will do whatever you ask-! You know this. I will let you in when itâs cleaned, I swear it.â He pulled you into his chest, arms fully embracing you. But you squirmed out of his hold, making him respond with an unhappy attempt to coo you back into comfort.
âYouâre hiding something in there, Carlos. This is the first time Iâm staying with you in your home since we started dating, let me see.â And at the sight of your big, beautiful, angry eyes, how could he refuse an Angel? With a twitch of his fingers, Carlos unlocked the door without any movement to push it open.
With a short huff, you pushed yourself through the door, only pausing at seeing at the sheer amount of merchandise that covered every surface. It was all you-themed, from posters and cut-outs, down to a body-pillow and even an outfit youâd only worn once for a runway show. There was a glass shelf with your old perfumes, newer ones too, and photos everywhere.
âCarlosâŠ.â You began, covering your mouth with your fingers and stepping further in.
âI knowâ! But I liked you so much before we started seeing each other and I- I am just a passionate man is all, my whole family says soâ!â You cut off his red-faced rambling with a beaming grin.
âOuah! I didnât know you were a super fan before we met!â You giggled, mumbling to yourself in French about the various things heâd collected. âmaybe you are a bit extreme, but itâs kind of cute, no?â
âÂżEn serio? SĂ, mi perla!â He breathed shakily before grinning, âI should have known youâd understand! Mis hermanas se burlaron de mĂ, Âżsabes? But it was all sillyâŠâ (Youâre serious? Yes, my pearl! My sisters teased me, you know?)
âWhat are you saying? Your sisters⊠something? Iâm still learning, mon chĂ©ri.â You pout at him, in a much better mood now that you knew what your boyfriend was hiding behind the door he seemed so desperate to keep you away from.
He shook his head, hair messy after having run his fingers through it many times due to stress, âWe should have dinner with them tonight while weâre still in Spain, I said. Letâs go back downstairs?â
âWhy? Got anything weird?â
âDonât say things like that, amor!â
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daniel ricciardo.
âDannyâŠ?â
âShit-!â He jumped out of surprise, dropping the box he was reaching from the top shelf of the closet.
âOh, Iâm sorry, mon soleil!â You squeaked, jumping back as well. You hadnât meant to scare him, but it wasnât your fault he was so focused in the dead of night. You were just curious is all. The box he dropped was was rectangular in shape, but easily bigger than a shoebox. You shot him a sleepy grin, âWhat do you have there?â
He sighed, shaking his head, âWhy are you up, sleepy girl? Get back to bed, Iâll be right there. Didnât mean to wake you up.â
âIâm up because youâre up.â You wrinkled your nose, inching closer to him with a small blanket in your arms. You tried to get a glimpse of what fell out of the box, but Daniel wrapped himself around you so you couldnât see. He wrestled the blanket from your fingers, careful not to be rough with long nails, and threw it over your head with smile.
As you wrestled, your boyfriend only laughed and placed kisses on any part of you he could without being hit by your flying limbs, âPretty things like you should be asleep. Your brothers would kill me if they knew I disturbed your beauty rest.â
âAre you trying to hide something from me?â You pulled the blanket off your head, hair a mess.
Daniel froze, jaw clenching as he tried to hold a toothy smile. But he didnât have it in him to lie to you. The moment was completely still, before you finally broke eye contact and crept passed him to see the mess on the floor. You could hear Danny gulp as you plucked the first item from the ground; a pretty, navy blue set of lacy underwear. Yours, yes. But from ages ago, you swore you lost them. Then there were a few pieces of jewelry, a lipstick tube, a silk scrunchie, a press-on nail, a red heel, and two pieces of now-hardened chewing gum. All yours from various points of this past year.
âDaniel,â no, not the first name, he begged internally, squeezing his eyes shut, deciding to just wait for the inevitable disgust and rejection. You never called him by his full first name, only sweet âdannyâs his way, sometimes âmon soleilâ or âsunshineâ.
âYou know you can just ask for my things, yes? You donât have to take.â You were looking right up at him, navy colored panties still in your hand like you didnât even mind that he took them. His reasoning couldnât have been pure, you know that.
You hummed, pulling at his fingers so you can shove the underwear into his balled up fist, âlĂĄ.â
âPerfect girl.â He muttered, pulling you back into him and dragging you to bed, âgive me the pair you have on then, yeah?â
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max verstappen.
It wasnât always like this with youâ you used to be just Charles âtrack terrorâ Leclercâs pretty little sister, a little girl. But now it was years later and youâve become something perfect and irresistibleâ something he canât live without. He knows heâd resorted to some immoral, if not a little creepy, behaviors, but itâs not ïżŒlike heâs one of those guys that would ever hurt you. No, youâre a deity to him. He told his sister about his feelings at one point (even thought about showing her the shrine), but she told himâ âThis is all because you watched You!â The Netflix show that follows a stalker.
So he took down the shrineâ moving most of it into his bedside drawer and the rest under his bed. But he realized he didnât think it all the way through when he had you in his room for the first time; all pretty and perfect and curious.
âGood race, Maxie.â You hopped back onto the bed, your hair bouncing as you landed, âYouâre so tense and for what, huh?â
Max had just a little bit of shame about the whole thing, but maybe not too much. I mean, his body definitely felt some kind of physical guilt or something if youâre judging him by the shaking and sweatingâ but his mind was happy. You were here with him in his home. In fact, the physical reaction might just be from seeing you curled up in his bed. But youâre close to finding out how⊠intense he was. (As his mother would say.)
âSorry, lief, Iâm just tired and youâre distracting me by being cute.â He smiled down at you as he began to change, âyou need a shirt to wear?â
âYes, s'il te plaĂźt. Hey, can I put my bracelets in hereâ? oh!â Heâd barely turned his back for a second, just long enough to remove his shirt, but thatâs all it took for you to pull the drawer open and see the copious amount of photos of you (some edited to have him in them) and unsent love letters.
âItâs not a shrineâ Iâm not a creep! Itâs just some things I made back before we got togetherâ! You werenât supposed to see them!â He was trying to shove some of the papers back in, but you were already skimming one of the letters.
âMijn hart,â he winced at seeing the one you hadâ one of the more unhinged ones. The worst of it was in Dutch, so that worked out for him at least.
âOh câmon, Maxie! Itâs kind of sweet! You had such a big crush on me! Itâs a little hot, even.â
He grew even more red and fidgety at that, âShit.â
You giggled at the words you could understand before he wrestled the page out of your grip. You grabbed him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he could stray too far.
âFrom Max Verstappen-Leclerc, hm?â
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oscar piastri.
âCanât I just grab a hoodie, Osc?â You questioned as he held you in place on the counter, from his spot between your legs, still in his race suit.
âYou donât need one, Lovey, itâs hot.â He pressed himself into you so he could feel you breathe better. Youâd asked for a jacket the moment youâd entered his freezing trailer just after the race. He saw you go for the closet and quickly redirected you onto the counter.
âNon, youâre hot because you just raced in a little car for hours and now youâre all over me. I am normal temperature.â
âCold?â
âYes.â
âThen get closer, Iâm hot.â
You huff obnoxiously like the pretty spoiled girl you are and Oscar can feel the rush of serotonin he got just from the sound. He knew this is the part where youâd get cute and pretend to pick a fight, his sweet thing. But bad timingâ heâs desperate to hide his secret now.
âI canât get any closer to you if I trieddd. What? You have a girl hiding in that closet? Hm?â He scoffed into your shoulder, but stiffened, knowing just what was behind that door.
You gasped dramatically, likely playing it up to get what you wanted (a tactic you used with your brothers, Oscar noticed), âYou do! IrrĂ©elle!â
âI donât!â His face shot up from your shoulder, brows furrowed, but he didnât let you go, âYou know I donât like any other girls!â
âThen you need to show me so I can be sure! And Iâm still cold.â You crossed your arms and pulled your knees together to get him to back up.
âI canât.â He choked out. âThereâsâ itâs justâ I have this thingââ
You hopped down and booked it across the trailer before he could reach out and stop you, yanking the door open to see what your new boyfriend was hiding.
You breathed out a dramatic sigh of relief at the sight, âGoodness, Osc.â Rather than finding a person, you instead found some sort of⊠collection? Collage of yourself and your things? Photos mostly, magazines, and lots of hearts drawn on articles about you.
Oscar grabbed you by the shoulders and quickly spun you around into him, slamming the door, âYou saw?â
Looking up at him with big eyes, you nodded, âYeah, why? You really like me that much?â
âWhat? Yesâ yeah I do. Youâ? Okay.â
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pierre gasly. | kika gomes.
âIâm prepared to blame you for this if Charles finds it.â Pierre breathed, looking at the start of his girlfriendâs collection of your things. Kika scoffed, a smile playing at her lips as she re-organizes your makeup. Mostly lip balms, youâd let her borrow some of your things, not knowing she wasnât going to give any of it back. Kika even managed to get a few skirts from you as well. The small framed photo of you sitting in her vanity was just a personal touch.
Pierre would be lying if he said he wasnât impressed, but he could say he wasnât surprised. He and Kika were a good couple, a good duo in general, but especially when it came to drawing you in. Because Pierre was such a good friend to Charles, it came pretty easy; Charles was easier on him around you. Unfortunately, that grace didnât extend to Kika just because they were dating. Charles had something of a sixth sense for when pretty girls liked his pretty sister; so he was on to Kika. Where at the beginning it was nothing to get you alone with them, it was now next to impossible.
âPierre? Kika? Are you home?â Wow itâs like they could hear your pretty voiceâ oh wait they gave you a key. To their apartment. In Monaco, where you live and you can really just waltz in and see all of the things they took (âyes they, Pierre is a thief tooâ)
Like two naughty school children, the couple shot up to cover what theyâd done before you could reach their bedroom. This was their fault naturally, none of yours at all, they were the ones who encouraged you to come over whenever physically possible.
âGrab everything and Iâll distract her!â Kika whispered, rushing to slip out of the room.
Before the ânot fair-â could slip from his lips, his girlfriend was off to catch you, brushing passed him and leaving the door cracked. He could hear your surprised greeting, a cute squeak escaping you, before Kika saying something like âOh, Pierre is busy nowâ, then silence. Pulling the handle back just an inch, he peaked outside to see Kikaâs lips not even a centimeter from your own, her hands gripping your jacket for dear life.
âOh, pretty girls, ce n'est tout simplement pas juste.â Slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Your eyes shot to his, but Kikaâs remained trained on your face. After just a second, your gaze drifted to Kikaâs vanity behind him.
The couple froze, you saw. Pierre pulled the door shut behind him as Kikaâs mouth opened to form words.
âOi! Get your hands off my little sister, huh? DĂ©mon impoli et pratique, seriously.â Charles slipped into the living room from the front hallway, having obviously accompanied his little sister in her visit.
âNon, Charlie, Kika helped me when I almost tripped.â You smiled at your brother, quickly covering for them, âI was just coming to see if I could get my jean skirt back?â
You looked up at her so sweet and she thinks youâre blushingââOh.â She squeaked, âyes, no problem. Pierre.â
âIâll get it for her, mate.â
âsurveille ta copine. je ne suis pas aveugle, mate.â
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Your man (s girlfriend) is definitely creepy, girl.
note; I made kika and pierres a lil longer bc theyâre two ppl so yeah ft charles
thinking part ii with lando, mick (ft the schumachers), lewis, lance, alex & lily, george and carmen?
- ren
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I still need to watch the full podcast but Nicole Piastri the woman you are
#i guess this template can also work for me and oscar's sister liking kpop lol#nicole piastri#oscar piastri#op81#red flags podcast#formula 1#yuki tsunoda#alex albon
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Hi hi
Can I request a Oscar Piastri sister reader x Lando
Maybe she's older than Oscar by a year and dating Lando, I want it to be angst with fluffy ending cus im a sucker for those đ either the reader and lando gets into a fight and they take a break and Oscar ends up being the middle person with a happy ending
Or
Oscar didnt know his sister was dating Lando and she introduces Lando to her family as her bf and oscar's just hurt by how they didnt tell him in advance?? and he starts being petty and ignore them...but it also ends in a happy ending
Idk idk I'm good with any as long as it's angst fluff sorry this is long đđ thank you as welllll <3
family matter â lando norris (+op81)
pairing: lando norris x fem!piastri!reader
summary: you introduced lando to your family, as your boyfriend, and your brother didnât react as well as you hoped
autorâs note: you guys love a piastri sister x lando story. (well i love writing them so keep the requests coming!
word count: 2k
warnings: angst. sad oscar. swearing.
masterlist | requests
lando stood nervously on the passenger seat, while you drove to the restaurant. he didnât need to say anything for you to realize how insanely nervous he was.
you told him tonight was the night you would let everyone know what he actually meant to you.
you had been dating for a month and some days, and not telling anyone was crazy, in your perspective. you knew everyone would support you, but you were still a little apprehensive. after all, lando was oscarâs teammate, and you didnât want to make things at work difficult for neither of them.
it was a good opportunity today because your whole family agreed to go out for dinner after a good home race for oscar. lando got a podium, oscar got fourth place. it was good for the team and for both drivers.
even though there was some controversy.
once you told him, the british immediately panicked. your family loved him, and he was aware, but he couldnât shake this uneasy feeling.
seeing him so tense, you decided it was better if you drove. you were not completely normal about this either, but you felt this was way easier for you.
as you got closer to the restaurant, you felt like you needed to, at least try to, calm him down.
âthey already love you, lan. itâs not like us being together changes their opinion about you.â you looked over at him as you parked the car.
he simply nodded, kissing the back of your hand after holding on to it for a while. you stood in the car a little more.
âyouâre right. letâs go.â he finally told you.
you both walked together up to the table. oscar had his back to you, so you hugged him from behind. other members of the family smiled at landoâs figure behind you as you kissed oscarâs cheeks.
âyou brought lando?â your mother asked, a smile plastered on her lips as she walked over to hug the british.
âyeah⊠hm. i wanted to tell you guys, somethingâŠâ you started, making every one face you except your brother, who you were still holding. âwell, me and lando, we are together.â you slowly let go of oscar as he turned around, a serious expression on his face. âas a couple, boyfriend and girlfriendâŠâ someone let out an excited noise and all you could see were smiley faces.
âfinally!â your dad said from across the table, coming closer right after and hugging lando in his own way.
the driver was clearly nervous, but way better then before. a soft smile in his lips as he looked over at you.
you looked at oscar, trying to get a reaction out of him and he simply smiled, nodded and whispered a âcongratulationsâ to both of you, before turning around to eat again.
you sort of expected a better reaction from your brother, maybe an excited one, maybe a protective one.
the aussie looked like he didnât care enough to give it a minute of attention.
maybe it was just because today was supposed to be about him, and you ruined it. maybe he wasnât so pleased to have lando as a brother-in-law. maybe he was just tired because of the race.
you didnât give it too much thinking, you moved to his right, sat next to him with lando by your side, and ate. making conversation with everyone around and looking over to lando from time to time, to make sure he was doing okay.
that night, you got home with lando and received an extremely good feedback from your family. they loved norris, and were delighted to have him as a part of the family.
oscar, who didnât seem to be so pleased, never texted you. you noticed it and found it strange, but once again thought there could be other explanations to it. not just that he abhorred the idea of you two together.
some weeks passed away and you were now on landoâs driver room. sitting on the edge of the couch, caressing his hair.
norris knew you loved formula one more than almost everything, so he made sure to have you there in japan with him, since oscar had already gifted his own passes.
your boyfriend looked over at you with a concerned look.
âhey, baby, have you talked to oscar after we told him we were together?â he asked, playing with the zipper of his race suit.
âi donât think so.â you stopped to think, and realized you hadnât indeed talked to him. which was odd, as you were always glued to each other. âi think heâs been pretty busy.â
lando hummed and you looked down at his face. âwhy?â you asked, he shook his head while looking at you.
ânothing, love. it just looks like heâs avoiding me.â with half-closed eyes, you hummed.
after all, your theory might not be wrong. maybe oscar didnât like the idea of you and lando as more than friends.
âiâll try to talk to him, lan.â you bent down to kiss his forehead. âyou have free practice in a few minutes, donât worry about this. it will be okay.â
he sat up and hugged you.
âi love you.â he smiled against your neck.
âi love you too. good luck, baby.â you smiled back, feeling his lips on the sensitive skin. he eventually got up and left the room. you stayed back a little to get his laptop and notebook, for after the fp sessions.
lando had two shitty sessions, finishing 10th in one and 12th in the other. on the other hand, oscar managed to pull some really good laps, finishing 8th and 1st.
your boyfriend got out of the car and looked over at you to let you know he was okay, as that was always a preoccupation, and talked with his mechanics, giving them feedback about the car and what could be improved.
oscar did the same thing, not taking so long because there wasnât really much that the mechanics could do on his car.
piastriâs feedback after the first free practice helped him realize that the problem was how long he took to brake on the corners. improving that, he made an incredible fp2.
âosc, good job.â you smiled at your brother as he passed by. the aussie simply nodded his head before going into his driver room.
you thought of following him immediately and get things cleared out, but maybe you should just wait for lando. this was about him too, after all.
your family wasnât here yet, because, except for your father, none of them actually liked formula one. they liked that your brother was brilliant doing it, but they didnât really know anything or cared about the sport. so they only came for the race. never even qualifying.
your dad watched them from home, not wanting to leave your mother alone with all the hosting responsibilities.
once norris was freed, he walked up to you and held you in his arms.
âyou were distracted out there.â you stated. the british let out a frustrated sigh.
âi know⊠itâs just the oscar situation. heâs one of my closest friends in formula one. i donât want him to hate me.â you chuclked, pulling the man closer to you.
âhe doesnât hate you.â you commented. âletâs talk to him.â landoâs eyes widened and he pulled back to try and see if you were serious.
ânow?â he asked and you nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him though the garage until you reached oscarâs private room.
hearing a knock on his door, oscar ran to the door.
âhi?â he was confused with your presence. it wasnât you he was waiting for.
âhey. i think we need to talk.â without asking for permission, you entered and dragged lando inside with you.
âwe do, actually.â oscar states, closing the door and leaning against his table. lando took place on top of a balcony and you leaned against that same balcony, standing face to face with your big brother.
no one said anything for some seconds. trying to figure out what was the best way to start this important conversation.
âyou guys shouldâve told me.â oscar said, looking between the both of you. anyone who knew him could tell how hurt he was. his eyes reflecting it.
âwe told you!â you remarked.
âyeah, after what? two months?â he sarcastically pointed out. ânext time send me a letter, maybe it would be faster.â you rolled your eyes and lando stood still, understanding oscarâs side perfectly.
âthis isnât about you.â you said, lando touched your back gently, trying to calm you down.
âyou are my sister, y/n! do you even know how much i care about this? you are my other half, the person i love the most in this whole entire world!â oscarâs voice rose a little as he spoke. âand lando, you are my friend! you both kept this from me and discarded me in the process. i was informed at the same time that auntie joannah was!â
you felt the urge to laugh at the mention of the old ladyâs name, but kept your expression still. a little more saddened now that you were realizing just how big your mistake was.
âoscarâŠâ
âno, y/n. let me finish.â he asked. you simply nodded, and he continued. his arms were crossed in front of his chest now and he had his race suit halfway down. âyou have been distancing yourself and i have no idea of why. at first i thought you werenât okay because of hate or how things were going with tennis, but you donât seem very preoccupied with that, so i really donât know.â
he takes a deep breath before speaking again. âiâm sure you had your reasons, but youâre my best friend, y/n, and constantly feeling like you donât trust me anymore, or donât consider me as you did before⊠it hurts.â
sadness embraces you as you listen to your brother. lando caresses your shoulder from behind you.
âmaybe i should leave you two to talk, this is family matter.â the british suggests.
âyouâre family.â both you and oscar say in unison. lando couldnât help but feel his heart warm, smiling softly to himself as you think of some way to explain things to oscar.
âyou know, i would have been your relationshipâs biggest supporter if you had given me the chance.â oscar was the one to talk again, and you couldnât hold back anymore. you needed to hug him, and so you did.
it was a clumsy hug, but it meant everything to you.
âi never meant to hurt you, osc.â you truthfully told him, feeling his grip tightening around you. âit was supposed to be a surpriseâŠâ
âwhat a fucking great way to do it.â
as you both hugged each other, lando watched from the balcony. he too was scared of losing oscarâs friendship, but he was sure that you would do the right thing, and sort things out.
âi never thought you would see this as a good thing. from the start, you and lando got along really really well, and i never wanted to get in the way of that, but i did not control it.â tears threatened to come out of your eyes at any time.
âwhen it happened, when we happened, i was terrified⊠but this was strong, i couldnât stay away from him even if i tried. it was the kind of love you can not put down⊠and the idea seemed to be less and less terrifying.â you tried to explain. oscar payed close attention to every word you said, and lando, from the balcony, did the same thing.
it was the first time you opened up to someone other than your own figure in the mirror.
âand then i embraced this. this idea of being his, and then he asked me to be his girlfriend and i could never say no. i love him!â
you turn around to look at lando, who hugged his knees and smiled at you. oscar looked too and immediately realized that norris was the one for you. just by his eyes.
âbut i still wasnât prepared to tell you, because of every single devilish thought in my head. so i kept my distance because i know i wouldnât be able to lie or hide anything from you. but i never, ever, stopped trusting you or considered you less.â you remarked. âyouâre my osc, my big brother, you are my everything, and iâm sorry for not communicating.â
you could see in his eyes how hurt he was, and you hated to think it was all because of you.
âiâm sorry, oscar. i really am.â
âi like to know stuff. and i love you,â he pulls you into a real hug this time, allowing you to breathe freely again.
lando, who was still sat on the balcony, walked over towards you and stood next to you, watching the sibling moment with admiration in his eyes.
it was rare to find such a connection.
when you two pulled apart, lando finally broke his silence.
âhey, osco⊠iâm sorry too man. we both thought about surprising you, and i may have been a little more guilty than y/n there, because i didnât want you to hate me for dating your sister.â
oscar smiled at the brit.
âi trust you with her, and i donât hate you. but if you ever even think about hurting her...â lando nodded knowingly, and they touched hands.
âi would never. i really love her.â oscar pulled your boyfriend into a hug and you stood back, watching the two of them.
âi can see it.â oscar smiled as they pulled back.
lando ran his hand from behind your neck until he reached your shoulder, and pulled you close. he kissed the top of your head.
âiâm family now eh?â lando bragged and oscar rolled his eyes.
âdonât make me regret it.â
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i'm holding your hand when i'm saying this. as a veteran of rpf writing and shit-posting. the number one rule of rpf in any context is, do not make it the person's problem.
do not be in any driver's dms or anyone in their lives' dms (friends/families/significant others). if they stumble across it, that's fine. but don't be in their business and expecting a response. this also means not asking formula one as a organization if lestappen is real or whatever other ship. let's just have our fun and let the boys race, and we can all exist as a network. and YES, we've seen the posts that "hint" are lestappen or landoscar. but it's all tongue and cheek. this is not a reason to get in people dms about it. you should be writing for fans, not the crack the code if two people are fucking. - and if they are, good on 'em. it's not for us to know. we don't owe any driver of past, present or future's coming out. whenever or however that may be.
i know some folks are new to rpf, but please, please, please, remember that these are REAL people. and think about how you'd feel if people were sending you fan fiction of someone you loved and their teammate/rival. we can have our little fun on tumblr/twitter/ao3, but please don't be bringing it to the attention of these people. especially like siblings and partners, leave 'em out of it.
#bunny speaks#formula one#f1#this is in response to people sending OSCAR PIASTRI'S SISTER LANDO X OSCAR FAN FICS?????#leave her alone PLEASE#reblog this please#max verstappen#charles leclerc#lando norris#oscar piastri#these seem to be the main culprits but lemme know if theres others
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would you consider doing part 2 to the crash where the boys reunite with reader??
youâre everything that i want
pairing: oscar piastri x f2 driver!reader, lando norris x sister!reader note: part two to this.
content warnings: mentions of hospitals, injuries and a crash.
the hospital hallways stretch endlessly, each corner looking the same as the last. lando and oscar are rushing, a mutual feeling passing through them as they practically run through the busy hospital. but as they finally reach the door to your room, a heavy silence settles between them.
they know youâre stable, but that word had never felt more fragile. the crash, the screaming sirens, the gut-wrenching waitâthey had both been on the edge of losing you, and that fear still lingers, clawing at the back of their minds.
lando hesitates, his hand hovering over the door handle. heâs never been afraid of much, but right now, heâs terrified of what heâll see on the other side. oscar watches him, his own face pale and tight, but itâs lando who finally pushes the door open.
the sight of you hits them both like a punch to the gut.
youâre there, in the middle of the sterile, white room, looking small and fragile against the stiff hospital sheets. wires snake around your body, connecting you to machines that beep steadily, and bruises cover your usually vibrant skin. but itâs your faceâpale, tense, and etched with painâthat makes them both freeze.
landoâs breath catches in his throat. heâs seen you on the edge beforeâcrashes, spins, close callsâbut nothing like this. nothing that left you looking so broken. his eyes dart over every inch of you, searching for any sign of the sister he knows, but all he sees is pain and it crushes him.
oscar takes a shaky step forward, his heart lodged somewhere in his throat. youâve always been the strong one, the fearless racer who never backed down, but the way your face contorts with pain as you struggle to take a breath sends a jolt of terror through him. heâs seen you battle opponents on the track, but now, youâre fighting something invisible and relentless, and he feels powerless to help.
you look up as they enter, your expression caught between relief and agony. âhey,â you whisper, trying to sound normal, but your voice trembles, thin and strained. itâs a sound theyâve never heard from you before, and it shatters whatever composure they were clinging to.
lando reaches you first, his eyes glassy as he tries to keep it together. he grabs the nearest chair and sits down, taking your hand in his, squeezing it as if heâs trying to ground himself, too. âyouâre okay,â he says, but his voice wavers, thick with emotion. âyouâre⊠youâre going to be okay.â
oscar stands frozen at the foot of your bed, swallowing hard as he takes you in. seeing you like this, in so much pain, makes his stomach twist violently. he wants to say somethingâanythingâbut words feel stuck in his throat. all he can do is watch, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness.
you try to smile, but it quickly turns into a grimace as another sharp wave of pain crashes over you. your breath hitches, and you grip the bedrails, your knuckles turning white. âit hurts,â you admit, voice cracking as tears pool in your eyes. âit hurts so much.â
landoâs face crumples, the sight of your tears breaking something inside him. he squeezes your hand tighter, his other hand gently brushing a tear off your cheek. âiâm here,â he says, his voice breaking. âweâre both here, okay? weâve got you.â
oscar finally moves, his legs feeling heavy as he sits beside you on the bed. he gently takes your other hand, his touch light but firm and grounding. his eyes are locked on yours, filled with raw, unfiltered emotion. âweâre not going anywhere,â he says softly, his voice laced with a mix of fear and determination. âjust breathe. weâll get through this.â
you lean into him slightly, seeking his comfort even as the pain spikes again, sharp and unrelenting. oscarâs thumb rubs slow, soothing circles on the back of your hand, and he places a long, lingering kiss in your temple as if trying to share some of your burden. âiâm right here,â he murmurs, voice low and calming. âjust breathe with me, okay? weâve got you.â
landoâs other hand rests on your arm, rubbing gentle, reassuring circles. his eyes are glued to your face, his heart aching at every wince, every pained breath you take. âyouâre the toughest person i know,â he says, trying to keep his voice steady even as his own tears threaten to spill. âif anyone can get through this, itâs you. and weâre going to be here every step of the way.â
you nod, feeling the burn of pain and the flood of emotions all at once, but their presenceâtheir unwavering supportâgives you something to hold on to. itâs enough to keep you breathing through the pain, knowing you donât have to face it alone.
oscar presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering once again as he fights to keep his own emotions in check. âweâll get through this,â he whispers, his voice filled with quiet determination. âone breath at a time.â
and as you squeeze their hands tighter, you realize thatâs all you need right now: landoâs steady words, oscarâs calming presence, and the unshakable reassurance that theyâre here, right beside you.
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Can you do reader is Landos sister and sheâs his whole world but sheâs away at school and she surprises lando at a race?
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Little Norris
It was no secret within the paddock that Lando Norrisâ favorite person in the entire world was his younger sister, YN. No matter the contextâbe it interviews, casual conversations, or even playful banter with other driversâLando always found a way to bring her up.
The paddock had grown accustomed to hearing him wistfully complain about how much he missed her, and how unfair it was that she was stuck at school, unable to attend the races.
Sadly, this wasnât just an exaggerated tale; YN was enrolled in St. Paulâs Girlsâ School, a prestigious all-girls school in London, where students could only visit their families during weekends and holidays.
However, YNâs academic commitments were so demanding that even those weekends were usually spent buried in books, only leaving the school for holiday visits. Landoâs ever-busy Formula 1 schedule certainly didnât make things any easier.
So, it came as no surprise to Oscar when Lando began lamenting once again about how much he missed his baby sister.
âI just donât get why she still has to go to school. Itâs miles away, and she canât even come home on the weekends,â Lando groaned, his expression a mix of frustration and longing. âThe last time I saw her was in February, Oscar. FEBRUARY. Can you believe that?â
Oscar, who had heard variations of this complaint countless times before, only raised an eyebrow and responded with a calm, âReally?â knowing full well that Lando wasnât done yet.
âAnd to top it off,â Lando continued, his voice rising in exasperation, âI tried calling her yesterday. And instead of picking up, she sent me to voicemail. Voicemail, Oscar! Why would she do that? Do you think sheâs mad at me? Oh no, what if Mum finally told her I was the one who ate the last cupcake at Christmas? Sheâll never forgive me!â
Oscar couldnât help but chuckle at Landoâs melodramatic worry, but the constant whining had begun to wear on him. Finally, he placed both hands on Landoâs shoulders, spinning him around to face him directly.
âLando, relax. Iâm pretty sure your mum didnât tell her about the cupcake incident,â Oscar said, trying to suppress a smile. âSheâs probably just busy studying. You know how much school means to her.â
Before Lando could cut him off with another complaint, Oscar pressed on. âLook, we all know how much you adore YN, and youâd probably move mountains to keep her by your side. But youâve got to understandâshe enjoys school. She loves hanging out with her friends, and sheâs passionate about her classes. Sheâs smart, Lando, and she adores you just as much as you adore her. So donât go saying silly things like this. You know it would make her feel bad.â
Lando let out a deep sigh, the usual playful glint in his eyes dulled by a hint of sadness. âYeah, I guess youâre right,â he mumbled, his pout still intact as he was called away by one of the McLaren mechanics.
He gave Oscar a grateful, albeit slightly sheepish, smile before walking off towards the garage.
Oscar watched his teammate disappear into the distance, and once Lando was far enough away, he exhaled deeply, the weight of the secret heâd been holding onto starting to lift. No one had ever told him that lyingâeven for a good causeâcould be so exhausting.
Because, of course, Oscar hadnât been entirely honest. He was well aware of just how much Lando missed his sister. In fact, heâd spent weeks meticulously planning a surprise that would, if all went smoothly, bring YN right to Landoâs side.
After countless emails, flight arrangements, and some help from McLarenâs logistics team, Oscar had managed to fly 17-year-old YN out to Azerbaijan for the next Grand Prix.
The plan was to keep her arrival under wraps until after qualifying, ensuring Lando could focus on the race without the overwhelming distraction of knowing his favorite person was already there. The last thing anyone wanted was for him to lose focus during such a crucial part of the weekend.
While Lando busied himself with free practice sessions, YN was out exploring the local markets with some of the McLaren teamâs family members. She was set to return to the paddock just as Q1 began, hidden away in the garage until the perfect moment.
Oscar had envisioned Landoâs face lighting up with pure joy, his usual calm demeanor shattered by the surprise.
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But things didnât go quite as planned.
Qualifying that day turned out to be a disaster for Lando. From the very first lap, nothing seemed to go right. He struggled with the carâs balance, fought the understeer in nearly every corner, and couldnât extract the pace he needed. Sector after sector, frustration built. The radio was filled with agitated comments, and by the end of Q1, he had been knocked out of qualifying altogether, missing the cutoff for Q2 by mere fractions of a second.
When he climbed out of the car, his body language said it all. Lando was lividâfrustrated with the car, with himself, and with the result.
His helmet visor remained down longer than usual, as if he wanted to hide his disappointment from the world.
His walk back to the garage was slow, shoulders slumped, as mechanics and engineers exchanged worried glances but kept their distance. No one dared say a word.
Once inside the teamâs motorhome, Lando stormed off to his driverâs room, eager for a moment alone. The air in the narrow hallway was thick with tension, and Oscar watched him go as his teammate finally ripped of his helmet, his heart sinking.
He knew Lando was hard on himself, but he also knew what awaited him on the other side of that door.
Lando opened the door to his driverâs room with a frustrated push, expecting to collapse onto the couch and stew in his disappointment. But as soon as he stepped inside, his breath caught in his throat. Standing in the middle of the room, a small, warm smile on her face, was YN.
âSurprise,â she said softly, her eyes twinkling as she took in her brotherâs shocked expression.
For a split second, Lando didnât move. He just stood there, staring at her, as if his brain needed a moment to catch up with what his eyes were seeing. Then, suddenly, it all hit him at onceâthe weeks of missing her, the frustration of the race weekend, the love he felt for his little sisterâand his eyes immediately filled with tears.
âYN...â His voice cracked as he whispered her name.
Without another word, Lando rushed forward and pulled YN into a tight hug, burying his face into her shoulder as if he were afraid she might vanish if he let go.
His arms wrapped around her protectively, squeezing her like a lifeline. YN, used to Landoâs emotional side, simply hugged him back, gently running a hand through his hair.
âI missed you so much,â Lando mumbled into her shoulder, his voice muffled but thick with emotion. âI canât believe youâre here.â
âI missed you too, Lan,â YN whispered, a soft laugh escaping her. âOscar helped organize it. He said youâve been whining about me non-stop.â
Lando laughed, a watery chuckle escaping him as he finally pulled back to look at her, his hands still resting on her shoulders. His eyes were red and glassy, but his smile was the brightest it had been in weeks.
âYou have no idea how much better this makes everything,â he said, his voice still shaky with emotion. âI had the worst qualifying. But... you're here now.â
YN smiled at him, brushing a tear from his cheek. âIâm sorry I missed qualifying, but Iâm here for the race tomorrow. Weâll celebrate then, okay?â
Lando nodded, pulling her back into another tight hug, resting his chin on top of her head. âI donât care about the race right now,â he muttered, his voice soft. âIâm just happy youâre here.â
For the next few minutes, they simply stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten.
Landoâs earlier frustrations seemed to evaporate, replaced by a warmth that only YN could bring him. He felt calmer, more grounded, like a weight had been lifted from his chest.
Eventually, there was a knock on the door, and Oscar poked his head in with a cheeky grin. âYou okay in here? Thought Iâd check in before Iâm accused of kidnapping your sister.â
Lando turned around, still holding YN close, and flashed Oscar a grateful smile. âMate, I donât even know what to say. Youâve made my year.â
Oscar laughed, stepping into the room. âI figured you could use a pick-me-up. I was getting tired of the constant whining.â
Lando rolled his eyes but couldnât help the smile that tugged at his lips. âOkay, okay, I get it.â
Suddenly, Landoâs mood shifted entirely, the disappointment from qualifying now a distant memory.
His eyes sparkled with excitement. âRight, we need to introduce you to everyone!â He glanced down at YN, who chuckled in response.
âIâve already met some of them,â she teased, âbut Iâm sure theyâll appreciate your grand tour.â
âTrust me, itâs different when I introduce you,â Lando said proudly, his arm slung around her shoulders. He led her out of the room, a new energy in his step as if the earlier qualifying session had never even
With his little sister by his side, the world already looked a lot brighter than it did that morning.
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Secret Sister | OP81
in which lando has a secret sister and oscar falls hard and fast
oscar piastri x norris!reader
fc: sophia birlem
a/n: lol hello this is my first ever smau, everyone say thank you rianna. hope you enjoy this and if you have any requests lmk!
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happy 21st birthday to this gremlin, ig being your big brother is fun or whatever @/ynnorris
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userone: iâm sorry i beg your pardon what
usertwo: someone say sike rn
maxfewtrell: lando youâre going to break the internet with this post
userthree: a bit too late
userfour: YOU KNEW?!
ynnorris: guys iâve been held captive for 21 years. dobby is free!
yourbestfriend: how long have you been waiting to say that?
ynnorris: 3 years
userfive: how did lando manage to pull this off for so long?!
oscarpiastri: you have a sister??
maxverstappen1: lando what?
usersix: itâs the way lando just hardlaunched that he had a sister for me đ
alex_albon: I KNEW IT
georgerussell63 : iâm so sorry i never believed you
alex_albon: i was onto him back in 2019, you guys just thought i was delusionalđ
userseven: moral of the story, always trust alex
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hello world. twenty first and graduation? now you guys know who the smartest norris is xx
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landonorris: youâre public for one day and you already start publicly bullying me wtf
userone: oh i like her already
usertwo: sorry did i just see she graduated in computer science? from edinburgh? we love an educated queen
yourbestfriend: worldâs hottest programmer
ynnorris: get it on a top
yourbestfriend: yes maâam
userthree: why did she have to wait until her 21st to post? iâm so confused đ
userfour: maybe lando didnt want her to be in the limelight and now that sheâs an adult sheâs in control of it?
userthree: oh that makes sense
ynnorris: he just didnât want people to know that his sister is 100x cooler than him
userfive: yn pls đđđ
oscarpiastri: hello
ynnorris: hello
landonorris: not happening
usersix: oh no poor lando đ
maxverstappen1: @/landonorris i refuse to believe sheâs real, tell her to come to monaco with a birth certificate
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just arrived to monaco and lanâs ditched me for max, give me recs x
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userone: i love that she thinks weâre rich enough to ever be in monaco
usertwo: the waterfront!
yourbestfriend: what happened to âweâll go togetherâ?
ynnorris: you chose your girlfriend over me đ
yourbestfriend: she is quite literally graduating today
ynnorris: then donât complain x
userthree: thatâs a few too many suitcases no?
oscarpiastri: the vaundé bakery or the hiking trail
ynnorris: noted đ«Ą
userfour: something is going to happen between them two iâm calling it now
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i guess i understand why lando left gloomy london for this
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userone: where are the insta detectives, is that the bakery oscar recommended
usertwo: it is!
userthree: is that oscar?
oscarpiastri: no
userthree: oh no heâs experiencing his first heartbreak
landonorris: lol
userfour: foul
userfive: sheâs living the dream
yourbestfriend: i miss u
ynnorris: come here, lando said i could invite anyone
landonorris: i did not.
ynnorris: do you want mum and dad to find out what happened to the clutch of their old fiesta?
landonorris: @/yourbestfriend what i meant to say is youâre more than welcome
usersix: sheâs so effortlessly funny
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monaco over and out, see you soon đ
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userone: is that oscar??
usertwo: god she is so pretty
userthree: i know oscarâs back when i see it
oscarpiastri: photo credits? đ
userfour: i knew it!
ynnorris: the photos are mediocre at best
oscarpiastri: take them down then, copyright đ€
ynnorris: big baby đ€
userfive: wait theyâre so cute
maxfewtrell: oh yn
yourbestfriend: heâs going to kill you
landonorris: is that my balcony?
landonorris: answer the phone yn
ynnorris: no x
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cowboys are so nice and cool I think instead of car racing the drivers should wear cowboy hats and ride horses and the horses should go on the podium too. yeahhh part 11/???
#f1 memes#lewis hamilton#something between a god and a sister as some have said#oscar piastri#lance stroll#charles leclerc#with a dash of#strollonso#and#lestappen#nico rosberg#brocedes#pierre gasly#esteban ocon#pierresteban#cowboys#max verstappen#daniel ricciardo#maxiel#lando norris#f1#f1 x internet#f1 textposts
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never oversleeping again ever because what do you mean i woke up to max becoming a dad (he will be the best dad ever), carlos followed oscar back like HELLO? and charles getting a ten place grid penalty (how i used to pray for times like this)
my insane crazy person manifestations worked ill be continuing whatever voodoo i did in the future too
#still not over max having a baby p is an older sister now stop im emotional now#max dilf era incoming#carcar honeymoon phase im on cloud nine#max verstappen#carlos sainz#oscar piastri#carcar#mv33#mv1#cs55#op81#formula 1#f1#formula one#kolbalishrants
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hughes sister x oscar and maybe she works something in f1 thatâs how they met and they have been dating for a little while now and they finally found time for her to meet her family and she takes him to his first nhl game
Meeting the Family
The weekend had been carefully planned, squeezed between Oscarâs racing calendar and her brothersâ grueling NHL schedules. It was the perfect opportunity for Oscar to finally meet the Hughes familyâand for her to take him to his first hockey game.
As they drove toward the Hughes family home, she could feel her nerves creeping in. She glanced over at Oscar, who seemed calm as ever, one hand loosely resting on the steering wheel.
âYou know,â she began, fiddling with the hem of her hoodie, âQuinn, Jack, and Luke might come off a little... intense at first.â
Oscar smirked. âIntense like Turn 1 at Monza or...?â
She rolled her eyes but laughed. âMore like three defensemen deciding whether youâre a threat to their baby sister.â
Oscar reached over and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. âIâll survive. Iâve met team principals scarier than your brothers.â
When they arrived, the Hughes house was buzzing with energy. Jack was the first to open the door, taking one long look at Oscar before pulling his sister into a tight hug.
âSo,â Jack said, stepping back and folding his arms. âThis is Oscar, huh? The guy youâre always FaceTiming?â
Oscar extended a hand with an easy smile. âNice to finally meet you.â
Quinn and Luke appeared in the hallway, both sporting curious expressions. Their little sister could feel the weight of their stares as the introductions unfolded.
âAlright,â Luke said after a beat, âhe seems normal. But weâll see after tonightâs game.â
That evening, they piled into the arena, the excitement in the air almost tangible. It was Oscarâs first NHL game, and she couldnât help but notice how fascinated he looked as the players skated out for warmups.
âTheyâre fast,â he said, leaning close so she could hear him over the roar of the crowd.
âYouâre fast,â she teased. âThis is... different.â
As the game began, Oscar quickly picked up on the intensity of the sport, asking questions about the rules and commenting on the sheer athleticism of her brothers.
When Quinn executed a flawless poke check to stop a breakaway, she nudged Oscarâs arm. âThatâs Quinn. Pretty good, huh?â
Oscar grinned. âNot bad. But Iâd like to see him take Eau Rouge at full speed.â
By the end of the game, the Devils had won, and Oscar was fully converted into a hockey fan.
Back at the house, the family was more relaxed. Jack and Luke took turns grilling Oscar about racingâhis craziest moments, the rivalries, and the mechanics of the car. Oscar, to his credit, answered everything with patience and charm, even cracking a few jokes that made Quinn chuckle.
As the evening wound down, she leaned against Oscarâs shoulder, watching her brothers laugh at one of his stories. He fit into her world better than she could have imagined.
Later that night, as they left, Jack pulled her aside.
âHeâs alright,â Jack said begrudgingly, but she could see the small smile tugging at his lips. âBut if he ever hurts you...â
âI know,â she interrupted, rolling her eyes. âYouâll destroy him.â
As they drove away, Oscar glanced over with a playful smile. âSo, did I pass the test?â
She laughed, leaning her head against the window. âBarely. But they like you.â
âAnd you?â
She smiled softly. âI love you.â
Oscarâs hand found hers again, and with a quiet grin, he said, âGood. Because I love you too.â
#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri imagines#° braindead writes#quinn hughes x sister!reader#jack hughes x sister!reader#luke hughes x sister!reader
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