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ᯓ★ lina . twenty four . brazil . short stories . scorpio . mclaren ᯓ★
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ᯓ★ lina . twenty four . brazil . short stories . scorpio . mclaren ᯓ★
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OSCAR PIASTRI Monza Grand Prix 2025
kiss me there ── .✦ OP81 requested! thank you. ♡ content: oscar piastri x reader, headcanons, fluffy, cozy, playful, kisses everywhere
✦ oscar’s favorite place to kiss you is your temple. soft, casual, protective. he’ll lean down mid-conversation, press one quick kiss there, and keep talking like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
✦ your hands. he adores them. whether you’re working on something, fidgeting, or holding his, he’ll bring your knuckles up to his lips absentmindedly. it’s a quiet little ritual — “hi, i love you, i’m here.”
✦ neck kisses when he’s clingy. especially after a long day — he’ll curl up behind you on the couch, tuck his face into your shoulder, and pepper slow, sleepy kisses along your neck until you melt against him.
✦ your jawline. something about the angle makes him smirk. he’ll tilt your face toward him just to kiss along it, pausing at your ear to whisper something cheeky.
✦ forehead kisses are his softest confession. he gives them when he doesn’t know how to say “i’m proud of you” or “i’m so glad you’re mine.” his lips lingering there says it all.
✦ your shoulder. he loves tugging the neckline of your shirt aside just enough to press a secret kiss there. it’s grounding for him, especially before races — one last reminder of home.
✦ lips, of course — but oscar’s are slow. he’s not the type to rush. he’ll take his time, kiss you like you’re fragile and precious, and then pull back with that little grin that leaves you breathless.
✦ when he’s playful, he’ll kiss everywhere at once: cheeks, nose, chin, forehead — quick pecks until you’re giggling and trying to push him away, which only makes him chase you for more.
✦ but his ultimate favorite? kissing you when no one’s watching. curled up together, messy hair, quiet room. that’s when he kisses you like he’s telling a secret — gentle, lingering, full of everything he feels but rarely says.
©landosgfr
the moment ── .✦ LN4 requested! thank you. ♡
content: lando x reader, fluff, soft romance, the moment he knew you were it
It wasn’t fireworks. Not some dramatic, movie-worthy gesture. It was quieter than that — softer, so ordinary it almost didn’t feel real.
Rain tapped against the windows of Lando’s flat, the sky outside heavy and gray. He padded into the kitchen, hair messy from sleep, hoodie hanging loose around his shoulders. He stopped short in the doorway.
You were there. Barefoot on the tiles, wearing one of his oversized hoodies, sleeves too long as you pushed them up your arms. Your curls were messy from sleep, your voice low as you hummed along to the song playing faintly from your phone on the counter.
You looked… at home. Not like a guest. Not like someone passing through. But like you belonged there, woven into the space, into him.
He leaned against the frame quietly, watching as you poured cereal into a bowl. You frowned when some of it spilled, muttering something under your breath that made him grin. Then, without hesitation, you reached for his mug — his mug, the one he always used — and filled it with coffee exactly the way he liked. You didn’t even ask. You just knew.
When you finally noticed him, you smiled. Sleepy and soft, like the whole morning was only meant for the two of you. “Morning,” you murmured, sliding the mug toward him.
And that was it. That was the moment.
His chest tightened, his throat went dry, and it felt like the entire world narrowed down to you in his kitchen with your messy hair and bare feet. It wasn’t some lightning bolt — it was steady, sure, undeniable. She’s it. She’s the one.
He crossed the room in three long strides, wrapping his arms around you from behind. His face pressed into your neck, curls tickling your cheek.
You laughed, light and surprised. “What’s gotten into you?”
He didn’t answer at first. He just held you, grounding himself in the warmth of you against him. He could feel your heartbeat, steady under his palm, and his own matched it like a rhythm he’d always known.
Finally, his voice came out rough, quiet, against your hair. “Nothing. Just… realized how much I love you.”
You turned in his arms, cupping his cheek with your hand, your thumb brushing the faint stubble there. Your eyes were soft, like you knew exactly what he meant even if he didn’t say it outright. “I love you too, you sap.”
But Lando knew it was more than love. It was forever. In the quiet of a rainy morning, with coffee between you and your laughter filling the room, he knew he’d found his always.
©landosgfr
anchor ── .✦ OP81
requested! thank you. ♡ content: oscar piastri x reader, hurt/comfort, anxiety + panic attack, safe space, soft fluff
The first sign was your breathing. Shallow, uneven, too fast for comfort. Oscar knew it instantly — he’d learned the rhythm of your body by heart, and this wasn’t it.
“Hey,” he whispered, dropping whatever was in his hands and moving toward you. “Hey, love. I’m right here.”
You were curled up on the edge of the hotel bed, knees to your chest, eyes wide and glassy. Panic was already clawing its way through your chest, making the world spin and your hands shake uncontrollably.
Oscar sat beside you without hesitation, careful but close. He didn’t touch you right away — he knew better — but his presence was steady, grounding. “Look at me, sweetheart. Just me. Nothing else matters.”
You struggled for air, vision blurring, the noise in your head screaming too loud. But his voice cut through it. Calm, even, like an anchor pulling you back.
“Breathe with me, yeah?” he coaxed softly. He exaggerated a slow inhale, then let it out, his eyes never leaving yours. “In… and out. That’s it. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
Tears spilled hot down your cheeks as your breath hitched, but you matched him — shaky at first, then steadier. His hand finally found yours, warm and sure, grounding you like a tether.
“There you go,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours gently. “That’s my girl. You’re doing so well.”
Minutes passed like that — his voice guiding you, his thumb stroking circles against your knuckles, his body angled toward you like he’d block out the whole world if you asked him to. Slowly, the panic ebbed, leaving exhaustion in its wake.
Oscar brushed a damp curl from your forehead, kissing your temple softly. “I’m so proud of you. You don’t have to do any of this alone, okay? Not when you’ve got me.”
You collapsed into him then, burying your face in his chest as he wrapped you up in his arms. He held you like glass, like treasure, whispering against your hair: “You’re safe. Always safe with me.”
And for the first time that night, you believed it.
©p1girlfriend
M A S T E R L I S T 🏎️. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .
L A N D O;
we’re giggling and making out after the race - LN4. lando’s love languages — physical touch. – headcanons ✦ you’re still in your race suit and i’m already grinding on you - LN4 lando’s love languages — quality time – headcanons ✦ you call him different pet names to see what he’ll react to - LN4 quiet nights ── .✦ in your arms tonight ── .✦ curly obsession ── .✦ LN4 glued to you ── .✦ LN4 love bites ── .✦ LN4 the moment ── .✦ LN4
O S C A R;
not so shy ── .✦ OP81 anchor ── .✦ OP81 kiss me there ── .✦ OP81
love bites ── .✦ LN4 requested! thank you. ♡
✦ the first time you bit him, he froze. like… actually froze. you’d been cuddling on the couch, leaned down, and gave him a little nip on his shoulder. he looked at you, wide-eyed: “did you just— bite me??”
✦ you grinned. “that’s how i say i love you.” and from that moment, lando never stopped teasing you about it.
✦ “normal girlfriends kiss, mine tries to eat me alive,” he’d joke—right before tilting his neck and whispering, “go on then.”
✦ he secretly adores it. every nip on his arm, shoulder, jaw… he wears them like invisible trophies. if one ever left a mark, he’d pout at the mirror, then smile because you put it there.
✦ sometimes he’ll lean into your bites on purpose. like if you nip at his hand, he’ll press closer just to feel it more. “harder,” he’ll smirk, just to watch you blush.
✦ the other drivers have caught on. when they see faint marks, they raise eyebrows. “mosquitos, mate?” george teased once. lando only grinned smugly, “something like that.”
✦ your biting became part of his routine comfort. sitting side-by-side on a flight, you nibble his arm absentmindedly. during late-night cuddles, you bite his chest softly until you fall asleep. lando? completely obsessed.
✦ he even teases you back by threatening: “if you keep biting, i’m gonna bite you back.” spoiler: he did. (and now it’s a thing.)
✦ deep down, lando thinks it’s the cutest, most you thing ever. your love language is a little weird, a little chaotic—just like him. and he wouldn’t trade your love bites for a thousand perfect kisses.
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glued to you ── .✦ LN4
requested! thank you. ♡ content: lando x gf!reader, fluff, clingy!lando, public teasing, domestic comfort
If anyone asked, you’d say Lando wasn’t clingy — he just liked being close. But the truth? He was hopelessly, shamelessly glued to you.
At the paddock, it was the hand-holding. He’d lace your fingers together the second he saw you, thumb brushing over your knuckles like he needed the reminder you were there. If you tried to let go for even a second, he’d pout. “Where are you going? I didn’t say you could leave.”
The other drivers noticed. Of course they did.
George snorted one afternoon, watching Lando shadow you from the motorhome to the hospitality area. “Are you her bodyguard or her boyfriend?”
Lando didn’t even look fazed. “Both,” he answered easily, tightening his arm around your waist.
Max shook his head with a laugh. “You’re worse than my cats. At least they don’t follow me everywhere.”
You laughed, but when you tried to step away to grab a drink, Lando immediately tugged you back into his chest. “Nope. Stay here. You’re comfy.” His chin found your shoulder, curls tickling your cheek as he smiled smugly at the others.
Even in interviews, he found ways. A hand on your thigh under the table, his knee bumping against yours, little glances that lingered too long. You’d nudge him to focus, whispering, “They’re going to notice.”
“They already did,” he murmured back, lips brushing your ear. “Might as well commit.”
Dinner with the drivers was no different. You’d barely sat down before Lando was sliding his chair so close yours practically touched. Carlos raised an eyebrow. “You do know you can survive five minutes without holding her hand, right?”
Lando only grinned, lifting your joined hands onto the table like a trophy. “Why would I want to?”
The teasing never bothered him. If anything, it made him cling harder — an arm slung around your shoulders, his head leaning onto you like you were his favorite pillow. And honestly, you were.
That night, back at the hotel, he flopped onto the bed with a groan, dragging you down with him. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, refusing to let go. “You think they’re annoying now? Wait until they realize I’m never letting you go.”
He tucked his face into your neck, voice muffled but soft. “You’re mine. Deal with it.”
You only smiled, carding your fingers through his curls. Because clingy or not, you wouldn’t have him any other way.
©p1girlfriend
how tall are you?
lol that’s such a weird question but yeah i’m like 5’6 (1.67)
curly obsession ── .✦ LN4
requested! thank you. ♡ content: lando x gf!reader, fluff, curly hair appreciation, cozy, playful + soft
It started with little things. Lando’s fingers slipping into your curls when you sat side by side on the couch, idly twirling a strand while his eyes stayed glued to the screen. Or the way he’d absentmindedly push a curl back behind your ear, only for it to spring forward again — making him laugh every single time.
“Your hair has a mind of its own,” he teased one night, tugging lightly at a curl. “I swear it likes me more than you do.”
You rolled your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”
“Oh, I do,” he admitted easily, leaning closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “I love it when it’s all messy after you sleep. I love it when it’s still damp and smells like your shampoo. I love when it sticks to my hoodie after you fall asleep on me.”
He wasn’t exaggerating. He’d bury his nose in your hair after showers, inhaling like your curls carried oxygen he couldn’t get anywhere else. He claimed your pillow smelled better than his own, because of you.
Sometimes he’d drag you onto his lap just to play with it. “Sit still,” he’d mumble, tongue poking out in concentration as he tried (and failed) to braid one tiny section. The braid would fall apart instantly, but the proud smile on his face made you let him keep trying.
“See? I’m getting better,” he’d grin, gently tucking the failed braid behind your ear like it was the most beautiful crown.
Bedtime was his favorite, though. He’d lie on his back with your head on his chest, his fingers lazily stroking through your curls until you were half-asleep. “Feels like clouds,” he’d whisper against your forehead. “Like actual clouds… and they’re all mine.”
Sometimes, when you were drowsy and your guard was down, he’d murmur things he’d never say in daylight. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world. You know that, right? Your curls make you look like—like art.”
He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, then another against your temple, his hand buried protectively in your hair. “Best part? It’s you. Couldn’t imagine you without it.”
You laughed softly, melting against him as his curls brushed against yours — a tangle of brown against brown. His hand stayed in your hair, protective and playful, his touch saying all the things his voice couldn’t.
And you realized then: maybe he wasn’t just obsessed with your curls. Maybe he was obsessed with everything they meant — softness, comfort, and you, always you.
©p1girlfriend
not so shy ── .✦ OP81
bf!oscar, shy with everyone but you, cozy, fun, clingy, suggestive. (rewrite from my old acc)
✦ to the world, oscar is quiet. reserved. the calm to lando’s storm. but with you? he’s a different person entirely. you’re the only one who gets his constant chatter — random trivia, sarcastic comments, and his surprisingly sharp humor that never makes it past his lips when others are around.
✦ everyone else gets one-word answers. you get the whole novel. he’ll lay on your chest and talk for twenty minutes about what it’s like to drive under the lights in singapore, or how his engineer made a dumb joke that only he thought was funny. his voice is low and soft, vibrating against your skin as he rambles.
✦ when someone teases him about being “so shy,” he just shrugs — but later, behind closed doors, he pins you to the wall and murmurs, “still think i’m shy?” before kissing you until your knees give out.
✦ he’s addicted to whispering in your ear. in public, it’s harmless little jokes. in private, it’s filthy things that make you shiver. and then he’ll smirk like the most unbothered man alive when you’re left red-faced.
✦ oscar’s touchiness is a secret too. everyone thinks he’s chill, detached. but in reality? he’s glued to you. climbs into your lap just to play on his phone, hooks his arm around your waist at night like a seatbelt, whines if you move away.
✦ “clingy” is the word, though he denies it every time. he’ll trail behind you while you cook, looping his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder, muttering, “don’t mind me.”
✦ your friends are always shocked when you tell them oscar’s the playful one. but you know the truth — the tickle fights, the cheeky side-smiles, the way he tries to wrestle you down to the bed just so you’ll beg him to let you up. (spoiler: he never lets you up until you do.)
✦ he has this habit of hiding his face in your neck when he gets overwhelmed, his voice muffled as he says something only you’re allowed to hear. sometimes it’s sweet — “love you so much.” sometimes it’s needy — “need you right now.” sometimes it’s both.
✦ you’re also the only one who sees how competitive he gets. he’ll roll his eyes if you beat him at mario kart, but then he’s pushing you down on the couch like, “rematch. now.” and if he still loses, he’ll distract you with kisses until you forget who actually won.
✦ his favorite thing? lying skin-to-skin under the covers. at first, it’s just comfort. but when you move the wrong way, he gets quiet, his breath hitching, and suddenly it’s not so innocent anymore.
✦ in the end, you’re his safe place. his loudest, warmest, most unfiltered self. the world knows oscar piastri, the shy driver. only you know oscar, the boy who can’t shut up, can’t keep his hands off you, and can’t imagine a single day without your laugh filling the silence.
©p1girlfriend | requests are open!
in your arms tonight ── .✦
content: fluff, comfort, girlfriend!reader, post-race sadness, cuddles, reassurance, softness.
He didn’t say much when you found him after the race.
Helmet still tucked under his arm, suit half unzipped, his hair plastered down from the sweat and the weight of the day, he looked less like the boy you knew and more like a shadow of him. The garage had already emptied out, most of the crew busy breaking down equipment, hiding their own disappointment in routine. But him? He was just there. Standing still.
You touched his arm lightly, and only then did his eyes flicker up to you. Red around the edges, glassy but stubbornly holding the tears back, like he refused to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing how much it hurt.
“Hey,” you whispered.
He shook his head, voice low, cracked. “Don’t. Not now.”
But you ignored it, because you knew him. You closed the space and wrapped your arms around his waist, your cheek pressing into his chest. For a second, he didn’t move. Just stood there rigid, like even this kind of love felt too heavy to bear. But then his whole body softened, collapsing into you with a sigh that broke your heart in two.
“It’s not fair,” he mumbled, muffled against your hair. “I worked so hard for this one, I—” He cut himself off, throat catching. “And it just… went. Just like that.”
“I know, love. I know.” Your fingers rubbed gentle circles over his back. “But you didn’t lose you. You’re still everything you were before the motor gave out. Nothing changes that.”
You felt him shake his head again, but he clung tighter to you, burying his face in your shoulder. His weight was warm, almost too much, but you let him sink into you until his breathing steadied, the sharp edges of frustration dulled by the comfort of being held.
Later, when you got him back to the hotel, he barely touched the food waiting in the room. Instead, he showered quickly, changed into a soft hoodie and sweatpants, and crawled straight into bed. You followed, curling right into him like you were built to fit there.
The sheets smelled like clean cotton and him. His curls were still damp against your fingers as you threaded them back, watching his lashes flutter shut.
“You know what I said after?” he murmured suddenly, half-asleep. “That I just wanted a burger and to go home?”
You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I know. Everyone’s already quoting it online.”
He huffed a small laugh, but it was tired, aching. “I meant it. I just wanted something normal. Something that makes me feel… not broken.”
“You’re not broken, Lan,” you whispered, your lips brushing the dimple in his cheek as you spoke. “You’re just tired. And sad. And you’re allowed to be.”
He didn’t answer, but his hand found yours under the blanket, squeezing once. Then, softer than ever, he whispered, “I’m glad I’ve got you.”
You kissed that dimple again when he finally drifted off, your thumb brushing over the curve of his jaw. You stayed awake a little longer, watching the rise and fall of his chest, promising yourself that tomorrow you’d remind him again — that he was more than a race, more than a motor, more than all of it. He was yours.
And in your arms, at least for tonight, he was home.
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Thinking about how Oscar leaning on lando makes him freak out and he without realizing gets caught on fire sometimes
quiet nights ── .✦ - FLUFF
The weight of the day always falls off you the moment Lando pulls you into bed. He’s sprawled across the mattress in an oversized tee, hair a mess, cheeks still warm from brushing his teeth too fast, and he instantly drags you into his chest like he’s been waiting all day just to breathe again.
“Don’t move,” he mumbles against your hair, voice already dipped in sleep, arms wrapping tighter around your waist. You giggle, but let him cage you in, your body melting into the warmth of his. The TV hums softly in the background, some documentary neither of you are really watching.
Your fingertips trace the lines of his arm lazily, his breathing syncing with yours. “Comfy?” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He hums, eyes closed. “Mhm. Too comfy. Might never let you out of bed again.”
You laugh, shaking your head, but he only nuzzles deeper into your neck, his curls tickling your skin. Within minutes, his body grows heavy with sleep, his hand twitching where it rests over your hip. And you think—if every night could end like this, tangled up with him and nothing else to worry about—you’d never need more.
©landosgfr | requests are open!
you call him different pet names to see what he’ll react to - LN4
content: pure fluff, established relationship, teasing, giggly lando, unhinged girlfriend energy. | requested
it starts with babe. he doesn’t even flinch. just kisses your cheek like always. then honey, sweetheart, pumpkin. he pauses. squints. “pumpkin?? are you 80?” you shrug. “maybe. do you want soup?”
you test lovebug, snugglebear, angel face. he makes exactly one (1) face at snugglebear and threatens to leave the room. you keep going. obviously.
sir lando of norris earns a dramatic bow and a “milady” whispered against your hand. pookie gets a visible shiver. “absolutely not.”
you keep track in your notes app. add stars. draw hearts. he’s on to you now. follows you around the flat like, “what’s next, muffin man?” (you write that one down too.)
then comes baby boy. you wait for the perfect moment. he’s sprawled on the couch, post-shower, sleepy and soft. you crawl over, straddle his lap, whisper it against his jaw.
he twitches. full body. blinks like you slapped him. “don’t.” you smile. “baby boy.” he groans like it physically hurts. “that’s illegal.”
he’s hard five minutes later and refuses to admit why. you say it again. and again. his voice drops an octave. “you’re gonna pay for that.”
later that night, you test handsome, love, king. nothing hits like baby boy. except maybe my boy — whispered sleepy against his chest when he’s not expecting it. he kisses your forehead like you hung the moon. you smirk. “you’re keeping track too, aren’t you?” he doesn’t answer. just hides his face in your neck.
landosgfr ✦