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Lando Norris Imagines - CHAMPION'S PROMISE

Summary: After a bitter disqualification in Vegas and a disastrous weekend in Qatar, Lando Norris arrives at the Abu Dhabi finale crumbling under the weight of the championship title. The pressure spills over into a painful, heavy fight, driving a wedge between you right when he needs you most. Refusing to abandon him, you slip into his McLaren motorhome on race morning with a final, handmade gift — a custom sticker symbolising your journey together — and a quiet promise to cross the finish line. Hours later, after securing his historic World Championship, Lando makes good on that promise. But the real victory comes when the cameras fade, the hotel door locks, and the raw, desperate heat of reconciliation proves that no trophy compares to having you back in his arms.

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Genres / Tropes: Angst to Comfort, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Sports Romance, Championship Finale, Desperate Reconciliation, Emotional Sex

Word Count: 5,10K

Warnings: Heavy emotional angst, intense relationship tension/arguments, explicit sexual content (smut), light swearing.

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00snorris

oscar fucking reader like a bitch in the heat 🫪also iloveeee your writing so so much

🫠 this req had me all 🫠

he's practically fucking you through the mattress - sweat veiling your bodies as his hips snap against you at an unruly rhythm. oscar's hand pressed on the small of your back, almost pinning you to the mattress as his chest heaves at the sight of you all laid out for him. all needy and at his mercy. constantly telling you how pretty you are and how well you're taking him, a fan rattling in the corner as the sound of it mixes with the moans that are escaping your throat. and the stretch of your pussy around him is just so delicious, it's almost makinf oscar completely delirious. his cock twitching once, maybe twice, inside of you as a dead giveaway that he can't hold on much longer if you keep clenching around him like that. and it's just so blissfully sticky and warm, the both of your bodies glistening with sweat as he chases his own high, one hand snaked under your body to search of your clit as he rubs tight little circles against the sensitive nub.

lightsoutandawaywewrite

Hi! I have a request for a Y/N × Kimi fic.

They get into a huge argument, and Y/N storms out of the house. She doesn't come back for days, and Kimi has no idea where she is.

I think Kimi would be the type to keep texting and calling her constantly, even though she never responds. He keeps checking in, apologizing, asking if she's okay, and begging her to come home.

The only time Y/N finally contacts him is when she presses her emergency button because she's been in a serious accident. Kimi immediately drops everything and rushes to her as fast as he can because he's terrified and so worried about her.

Thank uuu and i love ur work!!🫶🏼🫶🏼

The safety car

Pairing: Kimi Antonelli x Reader (y/n)

Warnings: angst, arguments, car accident, blood, hospital, physical injuries

Summary: After a devastating argument, you storm out and disappear for days. A desperate Kimi floods your phone with messages, only to receive your emergency signal when a severe accident leaves you fighting for your life.

Requested: Yes

Word count: 3848

Author’s note: I hope this emotional roller coaster squeezes your heart as much as it did mine. Thanks for the nice words. Take care!! xx

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The silence in the apartment was not peaceful, it was the heavy, suffocating kind that felt like a physical weight pressing down on your chest. For the past hour, the space between you and Kimi had been filled with sharp words, rising voices, and the bitter sting of misunderstandings that had been building up for months. His career was exploding, the pressure of being thrust into the global spotlight was weighing on his young shoulders, and you were trying your best to be his anchor while slowly feeling yourself drift out to sea.

It had started over something incredibly trivial, a misplaced set of keys or a forgotten dinner plan, but it had rapidly spiraled into a referendum on your entire relationship.

You stood by the kitchen counter, your hands gripping the edge so hard your knuckles turned white. Kimi stood a few feet away, his curls messy from where he had run his hands through them in frustration, his blue eyes flashing with an anger that was so rare for him.

“You are never just here with me anymore,” you said, your voice shaking as you tried to keep it steady. “Even when you are physically in the room, your mind is somewhere else, Kimi. I feel like I am living with a ghost.”

Kimi threw his hands up in the air, his chest heaving. “And what do you want me to do? You think this is easy for me? I am trying to build a future for us. I am under so much pressure every single day, and when I come home, I just want peace. Instead, I get you questioning everything I do, complaining that I am not present enough. I am doing my best.”

“Your best is leaving me behind,” you replied, the words slipping out before you could stop them. They hit him visible, making him flinch, but his expression hardened a second later.

“If you feel so left behind, then maybe you should not be here,” Kimi said, the words cold and sharp.

The kitchen went dead quiet. The air felt frozen. You stared at him, waiting for him to take it back, to say he did not mean it, but his jaw remained clenched, and he looked away, refusing to meet your eyes. Something inside you snapped, a quiet, neat break that left you feeling entirely hollow.

Without saying another word, you turned on your heel. You walked down the hallway, grabbed your jacket from the hook by the door, and picked up your keys and your phone.

“Where are you going?” Kimi called out, his voice losing some of its angry edge and replacing it with sudden uncertainty.

You did not answer. You opened the front door, stepped out into the carpeted hallway of the apartment building, and pulled the door shut behind you. The click of the lock echoing in the quiet corridor felt like a definitive end. You walked quickly down the hall, took the stairs instead of the elevator because you could not stand the thought of waiting even a few seconds, and stepped out into the cool, clear night air.

The city was alive with streetlights and distant traffic, the sky clear and dotted with a few faint stars. It was a beautiful night, completely at odds with the storm raging in your chest. You got into your car, started the engine, and just drove. You had no destination in mind, you just knew you needed to get as far away from the apartment, and from him, as possible.

Back in the apartment, Kimi stood in the middle of the living room, his hands trembling slightly. He expected to hear the door open again. He expected you to walk back in, to throw your jacket on the couch, and to continue the argument or at least tell him off again. But minutes ticked by, turning into an hour, and the silence only grew deeper. He sat down on the sofa, burying his face in his hands. He was so incredibly tired, and the words he had said tasted like ash in his mouth. He had not meant them. He never wanted you to leave.

By midnight, his anxiety began to crawl up his throat. He reached for his phone and typed out the first message.

“I am sorry. I did not mean what I said. Please come back so we can talk. Let me know you are safe.”

He stared at the screen, waiting for the little bubbles to appear, indicating you were typing. Nothing happened. He locked the phone, set it face down on the coffee table, and tried to close his eyes, but sleep was a distant, impossible concept.

The next morning, the apartment was bathed in bright, mocking sunlight. Kimi woke up on the couch, still wearing his clothes from the night before. He jumped up, instantly looking around the room, hoping to see your shoes by the door or hear the sound of the shower running. Nothing. The apartment was exactly as he had left it.

He grabbed his phone. There were no notifications from you. He called your number, listening to the dial tone ring once, twice, three times, before it went straight to voicemail.

“Hey, it is me,” Kimi said, his voice rough and thick with sleep and worry. “I am so sorry about last night. I was stupid and stressed, and I should never have said those things to you. Please call me back when you see this. I just want to know you are okay. I love you.”

He hung up, staring at the screen. He sent another text.

“Please call me. Even if you are still angry, just let me know you are safe somewhere.”

Hours bled into days, and the silence from your end remained absolute. You had gone to stay at a small, quiet hotel on the outskirts of the city, a place where nobody knew you or Kimi. You kept your phone on do not disturb, unable to face the barrage of notifications you knew were waiting for you. You needed space, you needed to breathe without the suffocating weight of his career and your fading relationship pressing down on you. But even in the quiet of the hotel room, your mind was a chaotic mess of doubts and sadness.

Meanwhile, Kimi was slowly losing his mind. He had to go to the simulator, he had to attend briefings, but his mind was completely useless. His engineers noticed his distraction, his manager asked him multiple times if he was feeling alright, but Kimi just brushed them off, his eyes constantly darting to his phone sitting on the prep table.

Every free second he had, he was texting you. It became a lifeline, a way to feel connected to you even if it was entirely one sided.

“I cannot focus on anything,” he wrote on the second day. “Every time I look at my phone I hope it is you. I am so sorry. I do not care about the argument, I do not care about being right. I just want you home. Please, Y/N.”

A few hours later, another message followed.

“Are you staying with a friend? Please just tell me yes or no. I will not come bother you if you need space, I just need to know you are not hurt.”

On the third day, the desperation in his messages turned into outright panic. He had called your friends, trying to ask casually if they had seen you, but he did not want to alarm them or spark rumors, so he had to play it down, pretending you were just busy. None of them had seen you.

“I am starting to get really scared now,” he texted, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he sat in his car outside the factory. “It has been three days. You have never done this before. Please, Y/N, just send a single dot, anything, so I know you are okay. I am begging you. I cannot eat, I cannot sleep. I am so sorry for how I treated you.”

He called you again, listening to the voicemail greeting, just wanting to hear the sound of your recorded voice.

“Please,” Kimi whispered into the phone when the beep sounded. “Please come home. I love you so much. We can fix whatever is broken, I promise you. Just let me know where you are.”

On the fourth day, you finally decided you could not keep running forever. The anger had faded, leaving behind a dull, aching sadness and a deep sense of exhaustion. You missed him, despite how angry you had been, and you knew you had to face the reality of your situation. You decided to drive back toward the city, to at least talk to him face to face and figure out where you both stood.

You checked your phone for the first time in days. The sheer volume of messages and missed calls from Kimi made your heart squeeze. Seeing his frantic apologies and his desperate pleas for you to just let him know you were safe made tears well up in your eyes. You felt a wave of guilt for leaving him in suspense for so long, even if you had needed the time to clear your head.

You got into your car and started the drive back. The afternoon sun was bright, casting long shadows across the highway as you wound your way through the hills outside the city. The traffic was light, and you let your mind wander, thinking about what you would say to him when you finally walked through the door. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, but that things had to change, that you both needed to find a way to navigate this new life together without losing each other in the process.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you did not see the truck coming from the side road.

It happened in a split second, a blur of heavy metal, the screeching of tires, and the terrifying sound of tearing steel. The impact was violent, hitting the driver’s side of your car with a force that shattered the glass and sent your vehicle spinning across the asphalt before it came to a crashing halt against the guardrail.

For a moment, there was only darkness and the loud, ringing silence in your ears.

When you opened your eyes, everything was a blur. Pain flared through your entire body, sharp and overwhelming. You could smell smoke, and the metallic tang of blood was in your mouth. You tried to move, but your left leg was pinned, and a searing pain shot up your arm. Panic set in, cold and sharp. You tried to breathe, but your chest felt tight, constricted by the deployed airbag and the crushing weight of the damaged dashboard.

Your phone had been thrown onto the passenger seat, luckily remaining within arm’s reach. With a trembling, bloodstained hand, you reached out, every movement feeling like it was happening underwater. Your fingers brushed the cool glass of the screen. You could not see well enough to dial a number, your vision was swimming with dark spots, and your head throbbed violently.

Then, you remembered the emergency button on your smart band, a feature Kimi had insisted you set up when you first started driving long distances alone. He had programmed his own number as the primary emergency contact, joking that he would always be your personal safety car.

Using the last of your strength, you pressed and held the button on the side of the band. It vibrated against your wrist, initiating the emergency sequence that would send your exact coordinates and a distress signal straight to his phone.

Once the vibration stopped, your hand fell back onto the seat, and the darkness closed in around you, pulling you under.

At the Mercedes factory, Kimi was sitting in a debrief room, his head resting in his hands as his engineer went over data from the simulator session. He was not listening. He was staring at his phone, which was resting on the table in front of him. His chest felt tight, a constant, low level anxiety humming through his veins.

Suddenly, his phone did not just ring, it let out a loud, continuous, high pitched siren sound, the specific alarm he had set up for your emergency contact.

Kimi jumped up so fast his chair flew backward, crashing against the floor. The engineer stopped talking, staring at him in surprise. Kimi grabbed the phone, his hands shaking so violently he almost dropped it. The screen was flashing red, displaying your name along with a map showing a location on the highway just outside the city, and a message, Emergency Signal Activated.

“Kimi, what is it?” his manager asked, standing up from his seat.

Kimi did not answer. The color had completely drained from his face, leaving him deathly pale. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He did not say a word, he just grabbed his car keys from the table and bolted out of the room.

“Kimi, wait!” his manager called out, running after him, but Kimi was already sprinting down the hallway.

He ran through the lobby, pushing past the glass doors and racing toward his car in the parking lot. His mind was a chaotic blur of absolute terror. The fight, the days of silence, the anger, none of it mattered. The only thing that existed in his world was the flashing red dot on his phone screen and the knowledge that you were in trouble.

He got into his car, started the engine with a roar, and tore out of the parking lot, the tires screeching against the asphalt. He navigated the city traffic with the frantic precision of a racing driver who had everything to lose. He ignored the speed limits, weaving through lanes, his eyes darting between the road and the GPS map mounted on his dashboard.

“Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay,” he chanted like a prayer, his voice cracking. Tears of pure terror blurred his vision, and he had to swipe them away angrily with the back of his hand. He could not afford to lose focus now. He had to get to you.

As he approached the coordinates on the highway, his heart sank. Up ahead, he could see the flashing blue and red lights of emergency vehicles. Traffic was slowing down, being funneled into a single lane.

Kimi did not wait. He pulled his car onto the shoulder of the highway, driving past the stationary line of vehicles until he got as close as the police barriers would allow. He slammed on the brakes, threw the car into park, and jumped out.

The scene was chaotic. An ambulance, a fire truck, and two police cars were parked near the guardrail. In the center of the flashing lights was your car, crumpled and unrecognizable, pressed against the metal barrier.

“No, no, no,” Kimi sobbed, starting to run toward the wreckage.

“Hey, stop! You cannot go over there!” a police officer yelled, stepping into his path and catching him by the shoulders.

“That is my girlfriend!” Kimi screamed, trying to push past the officer with a strength born of pure desperation. “That is her car! Let me go! I need to get to her!”

“Son, calm down, the paramedics are working on her right now,” the officer said, holding him firmly. “You running in there is only going to make it harder for them to do their job. Just wait here.”

Kimi felt his knees go weak, and he would have collapsed to the ground if the officer had not been holding him. He watched, helpless and terrified, as the firefighters used heavy tools to pry open the driver’s side door of your car. Every second felt like an eternity, a painful, agonizing stretch of time where his chest felt like it was being crushed.

Finally, they managed to free you. Kimi watched as the paramedics carefully lifted you onto a stretcher, your body still and covered in blood, your face pale and bruised.

“Is she alive?” Kimi choked out, his voice barely a whisper. “Please tell me she is alive.”

The officer looked back at the paramedics, then turned to Kimi. “They are loading her into the ambulance now. You can ride with her, but you need to calm down. Can you do that?”

Kimi nodded frantically, wiping the tears from his face. “Yes, yes, I am calm, please, just let me go with her.”

The officer led him over to the ambulance. Kimi climbed into the back, his eyes immediately locking onto you. You looked so fragile lying there, surrounded by medical equipment, an oxygen mask over your face. A paramedic was checking your vitals, while another was starting an IV.

Kimi slid onto the bench beside the stretcher, immediately reaching out to grab your hand. It was cold, so cold, and smeared with dirt and dried blood. He pressed it against his cheek, his body shaking with silent, heavy sobs.

“I am here, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I am right here. I am so sorry. Please don't leave me. I am so, so sorry.”

The ride to the hospital was a blur of sirens and emergency procedures. Kimi did not let go of your hand for a single second. He watched the heart monitor, his own heart rate spiking every time the machine beeped. He kept talking to you, whispering apologies, telling you how much he loved you, begging you to open your eyes.

When they arrived at the hospital, the paramedics wheeled you quickly into the emergency room. Kimi tried to follow, but a nurse stopped him at the double doors, gently but firmly pushing him back.

“You have to wait here, sir,” she said. “We need to assess her injuries. We will come get you as soon as we can.”

The doors swung shut, cutting him off from you once again.

Kimi stood in the middle of the bright, sterile hallway, feeling entirely lost. He walked over to the waiting area and sank into a plastic chair, burying his face in his hands. The smell of the hospital, the bright fluorescent lights, the distant hum of voices, it all felt like a nightmare he could not wake up from.

He pulled out his phone. The screen was still displaying the emergency notification. He looked at the long list of unread messages he had sent you over the last four days. They seemed so insignificant now, his anger, his pride, his frustration, none of it mattered compared to the simple, terrifying fact that you were fighting for your life in the room down the hall.

An hour passed, then two. Kimi did not move. He sat in the chair, his hands clasped together, praying with everything he had.

Finally, a doctor in blue scrubs walked out of the double doors, looking around the waiting room. Kimi jumped up immediately, rushing over to him.

“Are you here for Y/N?” the doctor asked.

“Yes, I am her boyfriend,” Kimi said, his voice cracking. “Is she okay? Please tell me she is okay.”

The doctor gave him a reassuring, albeit tired, smile. “She is stable. She has a concussion, a fractured collarbone, and a pretty severe laceration on her left leg that required stitches, along with a lot of bruising. But she is incredibly lucky. The impact was severe, but the car’s safety features did their job. She is awake now, and she is asking for you.”

Kimi felt a wave of relief so intense he had to grab onto the reception desk to keep his balance. He let out a long, shaky breath, fresh tears spilling over his eyelashes.

“Can I see her?” he whispered.

“Yes, follow me,” the doctor said, turning and leading him down the hallway.

The doctor opened the door to a quiet, private room. The lights were dimmed, and the only sound was the soft, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. You were lying in the bed, your head bandaged, your left arm in a sling, and your face covered in bruises. But your eyes were open, and when the door clicked, you turned your head slowly toward him.

Kimi stopped in the doorway for a fraction of a second, his heart aching at the sight of you. Then, he practically ran to your bedside, dropping to his knees so he was at eye level with you. He carefully took your right hand in both of his, pressing his forehead against your knuckles.

“Y/N,” he sobbed, the tears flowing freely now. “I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry.”

You squeezed his hand weakly, your fingers warm against his skin. “Kimi,” you whispered, your voice dry and raspy.

He looked up, his blue eyes red and swollen from crying. He reached up with a trembling hand, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from your forehead, being incredibly careful not to touch your bandages.

“I was so scared,” Kimi whispered, his voice shaking. “When the alarm went off, I thought, I thought I lost you. I thought I would never get to tell you how sorry I am. I did not mean any of those things I said. I love you so much, Y/N. I do not care about the racing, I do not care about anything else, I just need you.”

You looked at him, seeing the raw, unshielded terror and love in his eyes. The anger that had driven you away four days ago was completely gone, replaced by a deep warmth and a sense of safety now that he was here.

“I am sorry too,” you said softly, a small, tired smile touching your lips. “I should not have run away like that. I should have answered your messages. I saw them, Kimi. I am sorry I made you worry.”

Kimi shook his head, kissing the back of your hand repeatedly. “Do not apologize. You had every right to be angry with me. I was being selfish and stressed, and I did not listen to you. But I promise you, things are going to change. I will make time for us. I will be better. Just please, never leave like that again.”

“I won't,” you promised, your eyes blinking slowly as the exhaustion and pain medication began to pull at you again. “I am not going anywhere.”

Kimi leaned up, carefully pressing his lips to your forehead, holding the kiss there for a long moment. He felt the steady beat of your pulse beneath his fingers, a beautiful, reassuring rhythm that promised him everything was going to be alright.

He pulled a chair close to the bed, sitting down and wrapping both of his hands around yours, refusing to let go. As your eyes closed and you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, Kimi sat beside you, watching over you, finally able to breathe again.

rh-fanficlover

The Face of the Cursed

Chapter one: The Scent of Ancient Starlight

Vampire!Oscar x elf!reader x werewolf!Lando

Chapter summary: It was supposed to be a normal day at the market for Lando and Oscar. That was until Oscar catches the scent of something sweet.

Chapter warnings: blood, kinda kidnapping.

Word count: 3 368

Authors note📩: This idea wouldn't leave my mind, so I took a small break from studying to write this❤️

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The market was a cacophony of sound and smell—cured meats, damp wool, and the earthy musk of the crowd. For Lando, the sensory input was a buzz under his skin, his werewolf senses cataloging every heartbeat in a ten-yard radius. He kept his shoulder pressed against Oscar’s, a steadying presence.

"You're brooding again," Lando murmured, his eyes dancing with mischief as he looked up at Oscar. "We’re supposed to be looking for that silver-work you wanted, not practicing your 'mysterious nocturnal aristocrat' face."

gwenie-creates

Hot guys have belly button piercings

♱ Ships: Landoscar

♱ Warnings: N/A

♱ Word Count: 2k

♱ Rating: Explicit

♱ Tags: Piercings, Lando has a belly button piercing, Top Oscar Piastri, Bottom Lando Norris, Needy Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri Loves Lando Norris, Lando Norris Loves Oscar Piastri, Anal Sex, Porn Without Plot, Lando Norris Has a Praise Kink, Lando Norris is a Menace, Explicit Sexual Content

♱ Summary: Lando gets a belly button piercing and Oscar is more than a little obsessed

♱ Read on ao3 here!

♱ Authors Note: I'm gonna be honest I just really wanted to write Lando having a belly button ring and it somehow turned into this

I hope you enjoy and this is only my second time writing smut so please be kind!! <3

throttleheart

⸻ ⸻ ⸻Hypothesis

Pairing: Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: ~2.4k

Summary: Hypothesis, Oscar had thought to himself one evening in his hotel room after the British Grand Prix, staring at the ceiling. I have fallen for my teammate.

or: Oscar fell first but Lando fell harder.

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obsession | oscar piastri

summary: you are an up and coming actress who starred in the new indie horror film ‘obsession’, which is gathering global attention. And a certain formula one driver’s as well.

fc: inde navarrette

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loveandhateex

LN1 - birthday girl

Summary - You hadn’t expected Lando to go all out on your birthday, yet he did and sometimes actions speak just as loud as words.

Warning - None, just fluff

Wordcount - 0.9k

Timeline - Readers birthday

Pairing - Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader

cheeseportal

ONE MORE LAP | KA12 (One-shot)

Pairing: Kimi Antonelli x Reader (Female)

Summary: You enter a Mercedes fan giveaway for a Silverstone hot lap experience fully expecting never to hear back. Unfortunately for your dignity, you do hear back. And even more unfortunately, the rookie driver assigned to your hot lap turns out to be the one Formula 1 driver you’ve been trying very hard not to have a crush on.

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: none

Laysha's Notes: sorry this took me a while to get to! this is based on this request by @dessashippr

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You saw the post at half past eleven on a Tuesday night, scrolling through the Mercedes fan community out of habit more than anything else. It was the kind of forum you checked the way some people checked the weather, reflexively, without really expecting anything to change.

Mercedes Petronas AMG HOT LAP EXPERIENCE — SILVERSTONE GRAND PRIX WEEKEND

pitwallprincess

we need more chronically horny lando!!😇

emphasis on the WE!!!!

lando has a sex drive that makes ovulating women seem like shy virgins. whenever he's around you, his dick is either hard or halfway there!! the poor boy can't help it- he's just obsessed with the way you make him feel sooo good!

being away from you often means he's a massive sexter. if lando can't give you the star treatment in person, over the phone is the next best thing. sometimes you think he took poetry or photography classes with the way he executes it. his perfectly taken nude mirror photos paired with nasty descriptions of what he'd do to you in that moment is a cocktail only you're lucky enough to taste.

when lando isn't in the car, he blows up your phone with photos of his heavy cock followed by kiss emojis or messages like "miss having you at my mercy- the pillow i'm humping isn't bratty enough for me" and "thinking of your pretty face covered in my seed:)" he also loves to send voice memos with instructions on how to make yourself cum!

AND YES HE SENDS NUT VIDS WITH THE SOUND ON<3

mrsfancyferrari

Blind Date

Summary: You and Oscar went on a blind date and didn't know who he was until the internet found out

Song: Do I Wanna Know? · Arctic Monkeys

Author’s note: Please like, reblog and share this! I really had fun writing this story! 🤭🫶

Word count: 2.6k

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lvrealils

HEAD OVER HEELS ✦ habits

ⓘ their small habits they don’t notice, but you do.

feat. lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, max verstappen ⨾ est. relationship, fluff, 1.5k wc ノ 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

LANDO NORRIS . ˚ You didn’t even realize how often Lando did it.

How naturally he included you in things that hadn’t even happened yet.

It started with a conversation that had nothing to do with you.

Max and Pietra were talking about houses, casually discussing where they’d want to live one day. The kind of conversation people had when they weren’t talking about next month, but years from now.

“A place away from everything would be nice,” Max said. “Somewhere quiet.”

Lando nodded, thinking for a moment.

“Yeah, actually, I think when I retire and marry Y/n, I’m gonna buy a house for us somewhere on the French coast..”

weirdiingway

the eye fucking was optional btw

17waterlillies

yeah why not

depressoforyou

The papaya boys as dragons

Who next?

F1 drivers as dragons 2

ceilidho

One night stand Gaz that you met in Italy who speaks perfect Italian and you think is a local until he shows up around your neighbourhood in London (you only ever spoke to him in shitty Italian which he indulged in because you said you wanted to practice, and which you must have really needed because you clearly didn’t listen to any of the things he rasped in your ear while bottomed out in your cunt about following you home and making you his)

fallinlovelove

Oscar Piastri request!

Oscar’s been with his partner so long she’s become his mum’s favorite child

When they visit, Nicole goes to hug her first and way longer while Oscar gets the “and you’re here too treatment” 😭

Thank you 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Favorite child

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader Summary: is literally the request and pure fluff Warnings: none Word count: 1k a/n: I hope you like it. Everyone loves Oscar, but Nicole loves his girlfriend more. ;)

My first language isn't English, so if you see any mistakes, I'm sorry. Please let me know so I can correct them. Also, if I should add another warning, please let me know. I really appreciate any feedback you can give.

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You were standing in the front porch light, the moon was shining above Oscar, as you stared at the front door of his mom's house. You felt dizziness creeping up on you, and even tho you’ve been dating Oscar for more than four years and have seen his mom more than a hundred times, you were always a little nervous when you came to her house.

You knew his sisters were eager to see you; they've been texting you about how excited they are, trying to make time pass faster, even though it's not possible. You only smiled at their texts, feeling like you belong with them. They were always messaging you, and Oscar used to fake annoyance until one day he confessed that he loved that his sister got along with you.

“I'm nervous,” you confessed under your breath, looking into Oscar's soft, brown eyes. He gave you a small smile as he passed a hand over your back, trying to soothe you.

“We've done this before, and you know my mom loves you more than me,” he said with a frown on his forehead, as you just laughed it off with a quick smile and a blush painting your cheeks.

“Thats not true,” You mustered as Oscar rang the doorbell, and you did a jump at the sound. He laughed as he kissed your temple, the sound one of the greatest things you've ever heard in your life.

“When I told her we were coming to visit, the first thing she said was, ' Is your beautiful girlfriend coming, because if you're not taking her home, you're not welcome.” He shrugged his shoulders as your mouth was agape with the new information.

“She did not," you whispered, when suddenly the door opened, and you saw sweet Nicole looking at you with total awe. All the insecurities were banished from your head the moment she ignored Oscar, who was opening his arms to hug her mom, and she went directly to embrace you.

You were laughing as you hugged Nicole tightly with all the respect and excitement you had. You saw, over her shoulder, Oscar all tense, forgotten in front of the door as his sister waved him a welcome and started to pat their mother to let you go.

You felt warmth all over your chest at how this family adopted you. They were so excited to see you that you felt water gathering in the corner of your eyes, and your chest felt so full that in any given moment it could combust.

“I'm still here, you know,” Oscar said half jokingly and half hurt as you felt Nicole's arms letting you go and being replaced by the three sisters.

“I know, son; just give me a moment,” Nicole said as she took out her phone to take pictures of you and Oscar’s sisters, hugging. In that moment, you couldn't contain the laugh erupting in your chest, and his sisters were giggling at the way Oscar looked so confused and at the same time so used to this.

“At least, I don't have to worry that any of you don’t like my girlfriend. That’s the only reason why I’m ignoring this situation,” He commented as if any of you were giving him attention.

He realized that nobody was listening to him. Sighing, he went into the house, leaving you with Hattie, asking you about the paddock and the rumors, Mae about your work, and Edie was trying to explain to you what her mother made for dinner.

You smiled politely as you started answering them, one by one, as you finally went inside. Nicole was heading to the kitchen when you excused yourself with Hattie, as you saw Oscar leaning against one of the counters, waiting for all the girls to start getting calm around the house.

His sisters went to the dinner table as you went with his mom and him. You tiptoed and kissed Oscar's cheeks with affection, trying to soothe him that you took all of the attention.

He smiled at you, a smile so genuine that you started to melt right there at the sight of his bunny teeth and that so charismatic smile.

“I love having you here too, Oscar,” Nicole said as she hugged her son quickly, as you just passed a hand over your mouth trying ot ease the grin taking up your face.

“I know you love her more, Mom,” He said, looking at you with a grin matching your own as you just rolled your eyes, trying not to blush.

“Good thing you know it; she's the sweetest girl.” She said, giving you a wink as you helped her set everything out on the dinner table; all of Oscar's sisters were already hungry. And you couldn't deny that you were too, it was a long flight to Australia.

You sat down and started a small chat as you felt your heart was completely full. You looked at Oscar, his side profile, with warmth, softness, and light in every feature, his freckles shining under the dining room lamp.

Those eyes that you fell in love with were shining bright with joy as he heard his sisters talking about everything but at the same time about nothing. You were home; both of you were home.

At the end of the dinner, after cleaning everything up and having a cup of coffee with Oscar at the table, he saw you with adoration in his eyes.

“You know, you're my mom's favorite child,” Oscar said into your ear so you could hear, but none of his sisters could. You felt warmth in your cheeks.

“I'm starting to believe it,” You fire back with a teasing tone as he puts his hand on your thigh under the table. Your smile was so big that you felt how your cheeks were starting to hurt from too much contentment, but you didn't care at all.

“And I'm glad that my mom loves you so much, because you're one of us.” You tried to hide your trembling smile as you squeezed Oscar's big hand under the table, filled with gratitude that they let you in.

Oscar leaned into you to give you a sweet but fast peek at your lips, and in that moment, you heard the three sisters making a gagging sound, and Oscar scolded them with a smile on his handsome face.

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