#so is spirit stallion of the cimarron as a movie

[faithshouseofchaos]

Something familiar — Lando Norris x reader x Oscar piastri

Word count— 1206

Fluff

Summary— after a rough emotional week you just want to eat something familiar with your boys

I wrote this last night while watching the movie.

You didn’t want to admit it, but the past few days had taken a toll on you. It felt like a storm cloud had settled over your head, darkening everything you tried to do. You weren’t sure why you felt so down—maybe it was a culmination of stress, self-doubt, and the weight of small disappointments—but it was overwhelming. So when Oscar and Lando found you sitting on the couch, eyes red and cheeks damp, they knew something was wrong.

“What’s going on, love?” Oscar asked softly, sitting beside you. His hand immediately found your knee, his thumb rubbing soothing circles.

Lando appeared a moment later, holding a blanket he must’ve grabbed from the bedroom. “Bad day?” he asked, draping it over your shoulders as he slid onto the other side of you.

You nodded wordlessly, letting out a shaky breath. You didn’t have the energy to explain; luckily, you didn’t have to. Oscar pressed a kiss to your temple, and Lando tucked the blanket snugly around you, their presence alone melting some of the tension in your chest.

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Lando said after a moment of quiet. “We’re going to do whatever makes you feel better. Want food? A walk? A boxing match between me and Oscar? I’d win, by the way.”

Oscar chuckled, shaking his head. “In your dreams. But seriously, what do you need, sweetheart?”

You hesitated before murmuring, “Can we just… watch Spirit? I think I just need something familiar.”

Lando’s eyebrows shot up. “Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron? The horse movie?”

“Yes, the horse movie,” you replied, managing a small smile despite yourself.

Oscar grinned, pulling you closer. “Done. Whatever you need, baby.”

Ten minutes later, you were nestled between them on the couch, the movie queued up on the TV. Lando had insisted on making popcorn, though you had to stop him from adding his ridiculous “secret seasoning” of chili powder and sugar. Oscar brought over a cup of tea for you, handing it over with a kiss to your knuckles.

As the opening music played, Lando leaned in, whispering to Oscar, “So, is this like Black Beauty or The Lion King? I’m not ready to cry over a horse.”

“Shh,” you hushed him, though your lips twitched into a smile. “Just watch.”

Oscar nudged him. “No interruptions. She loves this movie.”

The first notes of Here I Am began, and you couldn’t help but hum along. Oscar noticed, and without missing a beat, he joined in softly, his warm voice a perfect counterpoint to yours. Lando looked between the two of you, grinning.

“Wait, is this a duet now? Why wasn’t I invited?”

“Because you don’t know the words,” you teased, smiling despite yourself.

“I can learn,” he shot back, then dramatically cleared his throat and belted out, “HERE I AMMMM!” His voice cracked on the high note, sending Oscar into a fit of laughter.

“Stop, you’re going to scare Spirit away,” Oscar teased, nudging Lando with his elbow.

“Fine, fine,” Lando said, holding up his hands in surrender. “But I’ll crush the next song.”

You shook your head, giggling. It was impossible to feel down with these two.

When Get Off of My Back came on, Lando was fully committed. He stood up, pretending to be Spirit bucking off his rider, singing dramatically, “WHY DON’T YOU GET OFF OF MY BACK?!” He even threw in a little kick for effect.

Oscar groaned, burying his face in his hands, though he was clearly holding back a laugh. “Why did I agree to this?”

“Because you love me,” Lando said with a cheeky grin before dropping back onto the couch.

“Debatable,” Oscar muttered, but his hand found yours beneath the blanket, giving it a squeeze.

When Spirit met Rain, both of them immediately leaned forward, invested in the unfolding scene.

“So this is a love story?” Lando asked, gesturing to the screen. “They’re just… staring at each other?”

“It’s called chemistry,” Oscar replied, amused.

You rolled your eyes. “Shh, just watch. This is the best part.”

As Spirit and Rain started running through the field, splashing through water and nudging one another playfully, Oscar let out a soft chuckle. “Okay, I admit, this is kind of sweet.”

Lando, on the other hand, was smirking. “Sweet? He’s showing off for her. Classic move.”

When Rain splashed Spirit, Lando mimicked her with an exaggerated, “Gotcha!” Oscar snorted but didn’t take his eyes off the screen, and you shook your head, trying not to laugh at their antics.

The real emotional reactions came when spirit was protecting a hurt Rain. The screen fell silent except for the mournful music, and you noticed Oscar’s jaw tightening.

“She—she’s okay, right?” he asked, glancing at you.

You nodded softly. “Just keep watching.”

Lando, on the other hand, looked visibly distressed. “No, no, no. He saved her! This can’t be how it ends for him.”

When Sound the Bugle began, Oscar surprised you by singing softly along with Bryan Adams. His voice was low and steady, the emotion in it making your chest ache in the best way. You leaned into him, closing your eyes as his arm tightened around you.

“Okay, why is he actually good at this?” Lando muttered, pouting. “It’s not fair.”

“You could’ve joined the choir too,” Oscar teased.

“Not when I’m already busy being the fun one,” Lando replied, earning another round of laughter from you.

By the time the movie reached the triumphant I Will Always Return, the three of you were singing together—not in harmony, but loud and unapologetically off-key.

When Little Creek freed Spirit to return to Rain, both of them visibly relaxed. Lando threw his hands up in relief. “Finally! Took him long enough to realize Spirit’s a hero.”

Oscar shook his head, his expression softening as Spirit and Rain reunited. “That’s love right there,” he said, his voice quieter now. He glanced at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re tearing up.”

You sniffled, smiling sheepishly. “It’s a good moment, okay?”

“See?” Lando said afterward, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “We’re basically Spirit’s backup singers now. We should tour.”

Oscar rolled his eyes. “We’d get booed off stage in two minutes.”

“Speak for yourself. I’m a star,” Lando shot back, making you laugh harder than you had in days.

When the credits rolled, Lando stretched his legs out with an exaggerated groan. “I take back everything I said. That movie was brilliant. The music, the action, the emotional depth… 10 out of 10.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “You just like the chase scenes.”

“Maybe,” Lando admitted, grinning. “But seriously, I get why you love it now.” He turned to you, his expression softening. “Thanks for sharing it with us.”

Oscar nodded, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “We should make this a tradition. Every time you’re feeling low, we watch Spirit—or anything else you want.”

Your chest swelled with warmth as you looked at the two of them. They didn’t have to do any of this, yet they always found a way to make you feel cared for. “I love you guys,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Love you more,” Lando said instantly, pulling you into his chest.

“Impossible,” Oscar added, wrapping his arms around both of you.

The three of you stayed like that for a while, the TV still glowing softly in the background. You realized then that no matter how heavy life got, you’d always have them to lean on. And for now, that was enough.

[saturnvs]

under the starry skies, where eagles have flown

[l33n1s]

As a former horsegirl (gender neutral), when someone writes a fic with a horse that is distinctly un-horse-like I Do feel a little piece of me die each time

No, I don't think it did. Please meet a horse, or read about a horse, or watch a video with a horse in it.

Like PLEASE go watch Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron or SOMETHING

[muchtooold2]

I was watching Spirit with my toddler niece and I truly cannot fathom the shitstorm conservatives would create if this movie were released today.

[topazpearl]

I think being 8 years old and watching two horses fall in love, only to have one horse get shot and the other laying helplessly at her side until they're forcefully separated and he thinks he'll never see her (alive) again had a profound impact on my psyche

[raziiyah]

kung fu panda may be my favorite dreamworks movie of all time but spirit stallion of the cimarron is a close second

[disasterforeverafter]

Not me fully sobbing watching spirit rated g

[incognetomisquito]

Watched my all time favorite movie. Spirit. Which BY THE WAY is animated by James Baxter. Who JUST SO HAPPENS to have a “draw a horse” tutorial in the special features. Anyway guess what I did

Took me an hour. A fucking HOUR. That’s NOTHING. I remember following the video as a kid, and being so proud of my shitty little horse. LOOK AT ME NOW.

[cannedpossums]

Spirit is finally on Netflix again I know what I’m doing tonight

[boththemanandthecold]

Spirit!

[sleepinginmygrave]

WATCHING SPIRIT AGAIN AAAAAA

[mbrainspaz]

the emotional punch that the Sound the Bugle scene had when Spirit came out the same year my family moved across the Atlantic—still hits just as hard 21 years later.

[lunaars-yapping]

every time I watch this movie I cry.

SPIRIT: STALLION OF THE CIMARRON dir. by Kelly Asbury & Lorna Cook

And so I grew from colt to stallion, as wild and as reckless as thunder over the land. Racing with the eagle, soaring with the wind. Flying? There were times I believed I could.

[haorev]

Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron is on Netlfix so I am having a lovely morning watching it and being very nostalgic. This was one of the first movies I saw in theaters as a kid (the very first was Lilo and Stitch I believe) and to this day it’s got one of my favorite soundtracks.

[ryderdire]

Anyway it you haven’t seen it watch Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron if your a fan of animation or horses or good movies or the west or I dunno pretty movies or happiness