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Omg!! I just saw your post, I'm so glad you're excited to write it
I love reading logan fics but there arent many 😭 anywayssss its honestly up to you but i was thinking george runs up to him and the reader seeing it all
George pretty much becomes the older brother to logan in that moment and hes also there with logan in the hospital and when the reader finally comes to them george comforts her first and then he sees how much logan and the reader truly loves each other?
BUT then again its really up to you, you can completely change it and do your own idea
I just really need some logan fics 🥰
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I actually ended up doing it but never answered this ask. i don't know if you read it or not but its this one
karma - charles leclerc
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
summary: pierre left you to go back to his ex and charles seemed to mind that more than anyone, including you.
word count: 3.1k
warnings: swearing, cheating (needed for the plot),
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Hi just found your blog and I love it already!
could you do worried sick but a lando version like when he was struggling during the triple header no worries if not🧡
triple header - lando norris
pairing: lando norris x gf!reader
summary: on the request!! basically lando got sick during the triple header but refused to ruin his girlfriends experience. it was only by the end of the sequence of races that he let go of his ego and told her.
author’s note: don't know how i managed to write this in an hour and a half so if its bad you know why! this is sort of a part 2 to this but you can read one without the other. also, i'm so sorry for the waiting time. uni can be a bitch
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warnings: fluff, use of y/n, written in third person, reader is a girl and brunette, not proofread, sick lando
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You looked at yourself in the mirror while applying some concealer to cover the dark circles you always carried. You had just taken a bath after your boyfriend woke you up for the first flight of the triple header ahead.
Nerves were everywhere, of course they were. Last time you had gotten sick and you could only hope history wouldn’t repeat itself this time.
Two dogs, One girl, One love story ⛐
Summary: Charles is trying to move on. His new girlfriend checks all the boxes, but there’s one problem. He can’t stop thinking about Y/N. And their dog, Leo, is making it worse. From suspicious barking to full-on sabotage, Leo clearly has a favorite. Now Charles has to figure out what’s louder: his own heart or a very dramatic golden dachshund.
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Childhood Best Friend!Reader
Contains: A matchmaking dog, unresolved feelings, suspicious barking, soft denial, and a love story Leo is tired of waiting for.
Author’s Note 🏎️:
This story is purely fictional and written just for fun. No hate or shade toward anyone, especially not Alex. I genuinely love and respect her. This is just a lighthearted, chaotic little fic with a matchmaking dog and lots of feelings. Enjoy the drama, the fluff, and Leo’s unhinged energy 💛🐾
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If you asked Charles when he first fell in love with Y/N, he wouldn’t know what to say. There wasn’t a moment. No lightning bolt. No fireworks. Just one day, she laughed at one of his terrible jokes and it hit him like a truck.
Oh. I love her.
But he never said anything. Because they were best friends. They’d been through braces, bad breakups, go-kart drama, and years of race weekends. Saying something now? Too risky. Too much.
So instead, he suffered. Silently. Like an idiot.
That is, until everyone around him decided to make it their business.
“You’re in love with her.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
Pierre didn’t even look up from his phone as he threw the accusation out during a group dinner in Monaco. Arthur nodded, backing him up. Carlos just sipped his drink, waiting for Charles to cave.
“I’m not in love with Y/N,” Charles repeated, stabbing his pasta like it had personally offended him.
Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Then why did you threaten to fight a grown man because he looked at her in Italy?”
“I did not-”
Carlos pulled out his phone. “I have screenshots.”
“Those don’t count!”
“Charles, come on,” Pierre said, finally looking at him. “You’ve been in love with her since we were kids.”
Charles clenched his jaw. “I’m over it.”
“Since when?”
“Since now.”
They all laughed.
“I’m serious,” Charles insisted. “I’m dating someone.”
Everyone stopped laughing.
“You’re what?” Arthur asked.
Charles cleared his throat. “I’m dating someone.”
Pierre narrowed his eyes. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Who?”
“…Alex.”
Pierre blinked. “As in Alexandra? The art girl?”
“Yeah. That Alex.”
“Holy sh-”
Arthur slammed the table. “You’re dating the art girl just to prove a point!”
“I’m not!”
“You so are!”
Charles stared at them. “Can’t a man just date someone without being accused of emotional crimes?”
“No,” Pierre said. “Not when he’s obviously in love with someone else.”
———
Truthfully? Alex was great. Alexandra, technically, but he liked calling her Alex. She was pretty, cool, interesting. She dragged him to museums and taught him how to sketch like some artsy romantic. She didn’t blink when he zoned out at dinner, probably lost in some Y/N memory. And when he kept talking about Y/N? She just smiled and nodded like she already knew.
But it didn’t feel serious. Not even a little.
It felt like both of them were playing pretend. Like they were together just to not be lonely.
So, naturally, they made a Very Normal Couple Decision.
They got a dog.
Enter: Leo 🐾
“You don’t have to,” Alex had said, scrolling through an adoption site on her tablet. “But I’ve always wanted a dog.”
“I’m in,” Charles said too quickly.
A week later, Leo arrived.
He was a golden ball of fluff with judgmental eyes and a powerful attitude for someone who weighed less than a helmet.
Leo liked tennis balls, selective cuddles, and destroying Charles’ socks.
He hated the vacuum, Alex’s perfume, and being told what to do.
But overall? He was okay.
Until he met Y/N.
———
“Look at him!” Y/N gasped the first time she came over.
She dropped to the floor faster than Charles could blink. “Who’s the most handsome boy ever? Is it you? I think it’s you.”
Leo, who had previously ignored Charles for two hours, threw himself into her lap like he’d found his long-lost love.
Charles stood off to the side, arms crossed.
“He never lets me pick him up,” he muttered.
Y/N rubbed her face into Leo’s fur. “Because he has standards.”
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t get jealous just because your dog likes me more.”
“I’m not jealous of my own dog.”
Leo licked her nose.
Pierre, who had somehow FaceTimed himself into the situation, laughed through the phone. “Charles. You got replaced by a dog. In your own house.”
“Hang up.”
From that moment on, Leo was obsessed.
He wanted Y/N. Only Y/N.
She’d walk into a room, and Leo would bolt to her side. She’d laugh, and Leo would spin in circles. She’d leave, and Leo would sit at the door and whine.
Charles, meanwhile, was slowly losing his mind.
“Bro,” Arthur said one day, watching Leo ignore Alex. “He hates your girlfriend.”
“He doesn’t hate her. He’s just… more attached to Y/N.”
Pierre sent a voice note. “Aka..Leo knows who his real mom is.”
“Shut up.”
Max even sent a photo he took of Leo asleep in Y/N’s lap with the caption “he looks happier than you’ve ever been.”
Charles replied with ten middle finger emojis.
———
Operation: Escape
One night, Charles came home and nearly had a heart attack.
“Leo?” he called.
Nothing.
He ran around the apartment. Backyard? Empty. Under the table? Gone. Not even in the laundry basket, which was his usual throne.
Then his phone buzzed.
Y/N: “Look who showed up at my door 🐾😭”
A photo of Leo curled up on her couch like a prince.
Charles stared at the screen. “He escaped.”
He showed up at her door at 1 AM. In the dark. Somehow navigated Monaco like he had GPS.
“I swear this dog memorized your address,” Charles said when he picked Leo up the next day.
Charles glared at Leo. “You’re grounded.”
Leo yawned.
———
The thing was, Charles knew it was coming.
Alexandra wasn’t stupid. She saw it too.
They were having dinner on her balcony, the lights soft, the food untouched, and Leo sleeping a full three feet away like even he wanted distance from the situation.
She was staring at him.
He was staring at the table.
“Can I ask you something?” she said finally.
“Sure.”
“Have you ever been in love with me?”
Charles blinked.
There it was.
He opened his mouth. Then closed it.
Alex smiled. Not sad. Not mad. Just… knowing. ‘Yeah. That’s what I thought.’”
He let out a breath. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She shrugged, poking at her pasta. “I knew before we started. I mean, come on. I’m an art girl, Charles. I read body language like newspapers. You look at your best friend like she hung the stars.”
He swallowed. “We’ve known each other forever.”
“And you’ve been in love with her for just as long.”
Charles ran a hand through his hair. “We never talk about it.”
“Maybe you should.”
A silence fell between them.
Then Alexandra raised her glass. “To not wasting each other’s time.”
He smiled faintly. “To peace.”
They clinked glasses.
And that was that.
No yelling. No fighting. No guilt.
Just quiet understanding.
As they cleared the plates, Alexandra glanced at Leo, still dead asleep on the floor. “You know,” she said, “he’s gonna be thrilled.”
Charles raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“The breakup,” she said. “Leo. He’ll probably throw a party.”
Charles snorted. “He did growl at you for hugging me once.”
Alex laughed. “That little traitor. He’s been shipping you and Y/N since day one.”
Charles rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. As weird as it sounded… she wasn’t wrong.
They hugged goodbye at the door. No drama. No tears. And just like that, it was over.
Alex left with her tote bag slung over her shoulder and her headphones already in, waving once before disappearing down the hallway.
And that was how Charles found himself officially single, standing in a quiet apartment with a half-asleep dog who barely reacted to the breakup.
Leo just blinked up at him from the floor like, Finally.
———
After Charles and Alex broke up, things went weirdly quiet.
No more dinner reservations. No more fake-couple photo dumps. No more Leo trying to wedge himself between Charles and Alex on the couch like a clingy toddler.
Just Charles. And Leo. And the occasional judgmental huff when Charles tried to feed him kibble instead of grilled chicken.
The breakup was mutual. Predictable. Emotionally flat. Charles couldn’t even remember who technically said it first. All he remembered was walking Leo later that night and thinking, “Well. That’s over.”
And then came the weirdest part…Y/N started borrowing Leo. Constantly.
“Oh, can I take Leo to the park?”
“Leo and I are going to get puppuccinos!”
“Do you mind if I bring Leo on a drive? He likes the windows down.”
And every time, Charles said yes. Because it’s Y/N. Because Leo would actually whine at the door if she was late.
But lately… something felt off.
Because every time Leo came back from one of these mysterious little Y/N adventures, he would stand in front of Charles, stare him dead in the eyes, and bark.
Not just a “hello” bark. No, this was aggressive. Personal. Like he was trying to say something. Like he was personally offended by Charles’ existence.
“You okay, buddy?” Charles asked one day, crouching down as Leo barked directly into his soul.
Leo responded by turning around and peeing on Charles’ shoe.
Cool.
———
One Race Weekend Later
Charles was sitting with Max, Lando, George, and Pierre in the hospitality lounge, trying to eat his salad in peace, when Y/N appeared like a sunshine-wrapped grenade.
“Hi!” she smiled, leash in hand. “Returning your son.”
Leo trotted beside her, tail wagging like he’d had the best day ever.
“Oh, thank you,” Charles said, standing up and reaching for the leash. “Did he behave?”
“Of course,” she said sweetly. “Didn’t you, Leo?”
Leo sat down like a good boy. Looked up at Charles. Then immediately stood up on his hind legs and barked. One. Two. Three times. Loud. Sharp. Full-body commitment.
Y/N blinked. “Well, I’ll leave you to it!” she chirped, patting Leo’s head. “Bye, boys!”
She turned on her heel and walked away.
Leo watched her go. Tail still wagging. Love in his eyes.
Then he lost it.
BARK. BARK. BARK. BARK.
Straight at Charles.
Again.
Lando nearly dropped his water bottle.
“Mate,” George said slowly, “I think your dog’s yelling at you.”
Pierre was already doubled over. “No, no. He’s scolding him. Like a parent. You hear that? That’s ‘I raised you better than this’ energy.”
“What could he even be trying to say?” Max asked, half-laughing.
Charles sighed, rubbing his temples. “He always does this when he comes back from Y/N’s. Every time.”
“Maybe he’s saying stop making him spend time with her,” George suggested, shrugging.
“Stop spending time with Y/N?” Lando repeated. “Leo? The same dog who ditched Alex mid-walk just to run into Y/N’s arms? That Leo?”
“The dog who literally adopted Y/N as his real parent?” Pierre added.
“Are we talking about the same Leo?” Max joined in. “The one who escaped Charles’ house at one in the morning, ran three blocks, and rang Y/N’s doorbell with his paw?”
“That wasn’t even a one-time thing,” arthur said. “He did it again two nights later with Charles’ wallet in his mouth. Like he was leaving him.”
Pierre was howling. “Leo said ‘divorce is real.’”
“Guys,” Charles muttered, covering his face with both hands, “he’s just a dog.”
“You mean the dog?” Max said. “The dog that growled at Alex for three straight days and wouldn’t let her sit on the couch?”
“I just think it’s suspicious,” Lando added. “He doesn’t bark like that for anyone else. Only after Y/N drops him off.”
“Okay,” Pierre said, clapping his hands dramatically. “Let’s list the possibilities. Option one: Leo is trying to tell you Y/N’s keeping secrets. Option two: Leo is mad you’re not confessing your feelings. Option three: Leo is a reincarnated therapist and wants you to get your shit together.”
“Option four,” Max said, sipping his water, “he’s just deeply disappointed in you.”
Leo barked again. Loud. One single, dramatic bark.
Everyone went silent.
George pointed slowly. “That sounded personal.”
Lando suddenly gasped. “Wait. You said he only does it after Y/N drops him off, right?”
Charles blinked. “Yeah?”
“Then maybe he’s mad about something they did during the day.”
George nodded seriously. “We need to find out what.”
Max raised an eyebrow. “You want to follow Y/N?”
“Yes,” Pierre said instantly, already pulling out a cap like this was Ocean’s Eleven. “We follow her. We watch. We learn. We discover what Charles did to offend the Dog Overlord.”
Charles groaned. “Guys-”
“You’re outvoted,” Lando said. “You’ve been barked at. That makes you biased.”
———
The Next Day: Operation Bush
The mission was a disaster from the start.
For starters, their idea of stealth was laughable. A group of grown men in bucket hats and sunglasses, wearing a chaotic mix of Ferrari and McLaren hoodies. And of course, Max in his Red Bull Against the World. All of them crouched behind a bush across the street from Y/N’s building like that somehow made them invisible.
“She’s coming out!” Lando whisper-yelled.
Y/N stepped out, leash in hand, Leo happily trotting beside her like a kid on summer break. She was wearing sunglasses, humming something under her breath.
“She looks normal,” George whispered.
“Too normal,” Pierre muttered, scribbling something down.
“She’s heading to the park,” Max said, already power-walking to keep up. “Everybody act casual.”
So, of course, they walked in a straight line behind her, all five of them holding identical takeaway cups and pretending to talk to each other like this was a team-building exercise.
She sat on a bench. Leo ran around. She took selfies. Leo chased a leaf. They sat together and watched ducks for 15 full minutes.
“She’s literally just existing,” George said flatly.
“Wait. Wait. She’s leaving,” Lando pointed. “Where now?”
Y/N walked for a bit, Leo trotting beside her, until she turned the corner into a cozy-looking street and entered a small café with fairy lights and plants spilling out of every windowsill.
They all scrambled into a bush across the street.
“She always comes here,” Charles said softly. “It’s her favorite. Says the view’s the best outside.”
They watched as she sat at her usual corner table on the terrace, the one that overlooked the marina. She unhooked Leo’s leash and plopped him into the seat beside her like he was royalty.
“That’s his seat?” George blinked.
“Oh, he’s definitely her son,” Lando whispered.
Suddenly, the owner walked out. Mid-twenties, charming smile, carrying a tiny dessert plate.
“Here you go!” the guy grinned, placing the dessert in front of Y/N. “Your usual. And of course it’s on the house, for my number one fan.”
“HA!” Pierre whispered. “Number one fan?! You heard that right?!”
Y/N laughed. “You’re the best, Marco.”
“Anything for you.” He winked.
“Oh my God, they’re flirting,” George gasped.
“They look like a couple,” Lando added. “This is how rom-coms start.”
Charles was frozen. Silent.
Leo, however? Leo snapped to attention. Sat up in his little chair like a mafia boss. Eyes locked on Marco.
Then it began.
BARK. BARK. BARKBARKBARK.
He tried to stand on two legs, pawing furiously at Marco. Tail stiff. Deeply offended.
“Leo! Not again,” Y/N groaned, holding his collar. “He’s a nice guy! I swear, he’s never like this with anyone else.”
Marco chuckled, adjusting the plate. “It’s fine. He’ll eventually end up loving me. Everyone does.”
The boys collectively gasped from the bush.
“OH MY GOD HE’S CALLING SHOTGUN,” George whisper-screamed.
“HE SAID eventually. As in, he’s sticking around,” Lando added.
“HE’S BASICALLY DECLARING HIS INTENTIONS IN FRONT OF THE DOG,” Pierre shouted in a whisper.
Leo was now practically crawling over Y/N’s lap, trying to wedge himself between her and Marco, paws pushing, tail going wild.
“You’re gonna knock the dessert over. Leo, STOP!”
Charles hadn’t said a word.
———
Twenty Minutes Later: Nearby Restaurant
The team had relocated to a corner restaurant around the block, all huddled in silence around a table, water glasses untouched, menus ignored.
Nobody spoke for a full minute.
Until-
“So that’s why he’s been barking,” George said softly.
“Charles,” Pierre began gently, “even Leo is telling you to make a move.”
“You’ve had years,” Max said. “And a dog figured it out in one café trip.”
“Even a dog can tell other guys to back away from Y/N,” Lando added, “but you? You’re just standing there letting leo fight your battles.”
“He literally tried to commit assault by paw,” Pierre said. “For you.”
Charles sighed. “They were just laughing.”
“They were giggling, Charles. Giggling. Do you know what it means when a girl giggles?!” George shouted.
“Marco said ‘eventually’ like he’s planning the wedding.”
“LEO is fighting for your woman harder than you are!”
“Hold on. Are we saying Leo’s the main character now?”
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Charles wasn’t even pretending to be chill anymore.
He stood at the front door, arms crossed, pacing like he was about to meet the principal. Behind him, the living room was full of chaos.
Pierre was sprawled dramatically across the couch. George was holding Leo’s favorite toy like a support item. Max and Lando were eating snacks like they were watching a pay-per-view event.
“I thought you guys were going home,” Charles muttered, glancing back.
“We are,” Max said, mouth full. “After Leo returns.”
“Yeah,” George added. “Can’t miss the bark show.”
“This is messed up,” Charles muttered.
“This is science,” Pierre corrected. “We’re studying the phenomenon of Bark Communication.”
And then, the doorbell rang.
Everyone sat up straighter like trained dogs themselves.
Charles nearly tripped over his own feet getting to the door. He flung it open, smiling too fast.
“Hi!” he said, a little too eagerly.
“Hi, Y/N,” George, Pierre, Lando, Arthur, and Max called from the couch like a chorus of nosy aunties.
Y/N blinked, caught off guard. “Uh, hi…?”
Charles ignored the chaos behind him. “Had a good day? Where did you go? Who did you meet?”
Y/N squinted at him suspiciously. “Just the park. A cafe. You know…around.”
Charles leaned slightly forward. “Who did you meet?”
“Oh, just… someone,” she said vaguely, bending down to unclip Leo’s leash. “Here’s your baby back.”
Leo padded into the apartment like a prince returning from war.
“Thanks for letting him spend the day with me,” Y/N said, smiling as she straightened up. “Makes the start and end of my day so much brighter.”
Charles blinked.
George mouthed bro you’re done for.
Pierre audibly sighed like he was watching a romance movie.
“See you guys,” Y/N waved, completely unaware of the crowd watching her.
“Bye!” Charles said quickly.
“Bye Y/N!”
“See you again soon!”
“Say hi to Mar-!”
Charles slammed the door.
Leo trotted into the kitchen for a dramatic slurp of water like a man who had experienced too much.
The boys already buzzing.
“Oh oh,” Lando said, pointing as Leo walked into the living room. “It’s scolding time.”
Sure enough, Leo marched right up to Charles. Planted his feet. Looked him dead in the eye.
And barked.
Loud.
Three times.
“Here we go,” George grinned. “Translation: you absolute moron.”
“Are you mad at me, Leo?” Charles asked, eyebrows raised.
BARK.
“That’s a yes,” Pierre said, nodding solemnly.
“Is it because you don’t like guys being all over Y/N?” Charles continued.
Leo let out a growly bark and gave what definitely looked like a head nod.
Charles blinked. “Well… I also didn’t like that.”
“Then why don’t you bark at him too?” Max said dryly. “Start a turf war.”
“Bring Leo for backup,” Lando added. “Two dogs, one girl, one love story.”
“This is ridiculous,” Charles muttered.
“No, this is destiny,” Pierre corrected.
Charles looked at Leo, who was now wagging his tail like mad, practically vibrating.
“Okay,” Charles said softly. “I’m going to talk to Y/N. About everything.”
Leo’s tail kicked into overdrive. He circled Charles like a little tornado of golden fluff. Let out a high-pitched happy bark and practically jumped onto the couch in victory.
Everyone stared.
George whispered, “Did… did Leo just do a happy dance?”
“He did,” Max said. “That was definitely a happy dance.”
“Even the dog is celebrating and you haven’t even confessed yet,” Pierre pointed out. “Imagine how much tail wagging we’ll get when you kiss her.”
“I’m telling you,” Lando said with his mouth full of popcorn. “Leo’s not a dog. He’s a wingman. And he’s doing God’s work.”
“Better than Charles is,” George added.
Leo barked in agreement.
———
The next morning, Y/N was already at Charles’ place with Leo when he casually walked over, trying not to look like he’d rehearsed this four times in the mirror.
“Hey,” he said, voice too casual. “Can I tag along today?”
Y/N looked up from where she was adjusting Leo’s collar. “With me and Leo?”
“Yeah. Just… you know, hang out. Go wherever you two usually go.”
She smiled. “Sure. You’re the owner. You’re allowed to see your dog.”
Charles grinned. Leo wagged his tail like he knew.
Later That Day…
It was honestly… nice. Strolling through the park, walking along the promenade, stopping by the market where Y/N bought Leo a cookie and Charles a lemonade “because you’re always dehydrated, idiot.”
Charles was floating. Leo was smiling. Even the pigeons weren’t annoying today.
But then. Then came the café.
Y/N’s café.
The Café of Flirtageddon.
They sat at her usual table outside. Leo was curled up at her feet, the sun was shining, the breeze was light. Then Charles suddenly started scanning the area like a man on a mission.
“What are you doing?” Y/N asked, amused.
“Nothing,” he muttered, frowning at the door like it had personally offended him.
Enter: Marco. The friendly cafe owner. Carrying Y/N’s favorite dessert with a practiced hand and a charming smile.
“Here you go,” Marco said, setting the plate down. “Same as always. Best customer gets the best treatment, huh?”
Charles’ eyes narrowed.
Y/N smiled. “Thank you, Marco.”
Marco leaned on the table slightly. “You know, I added extra caramel today. Thought of you when I made it.”
“Oh, it looks amazing-”
“Actually,” Charles cut in, loudly, “Y/N can’t eat too much sugar. She’ll get a headache.”
Y/N blinked. “Charles, what—”
“Also, we’re gonna walk Leo after this. Sugar and walking, not the best combo, right?” he added, folding his arms.
Marco looked confused. “Uh. Right. Well… enjoy!”
He left with an awkward smile, and Y/N slowly turned her head.
“Charles,” she said, grinning. “What was that?”
“What?” he asked, pretending innocence. “Just looking out for your health.”
She laughed but said nothing else.
Charles did not notice the idiots sitting behind a hedge across the street, disguised once again in hoodies and sunglasses.
“Bro,” Pierre wheezed, recording the whole thing. “He interrupted every sentence. Like... every Single. One.
“Marco didn’t even get to blink without Charles breathing down his neck,” Lando added.
George cackled. “Oh my god. Side-by-side video. Leo vs Charles. Interrupting Bros.”
Max just snorted. “Looks like we know where Leo got it from.”
They filmed everything. Charles footage. Charles turning red. Marco fleeing.
Iconic.
———
Back at the Table
Y/N was giggling to herself.
“What?” Charles asked, confused but suspicious.
Y/N pointed at him. “Now I know where Leo gets it from.”
“Gets what?”
“That.” She laughed. “Interrupting my conversations when I’m talking to guys.”
Charles blinked. “I don’t do that.”
“You literally did it ten minutes ago.”
Charles tried to change the subject, flustered. “What do you mean Leo does it? Like… how often?”
Y/N picked at her dessert. “Well, at first I thought he just didn’t like strangers. But I noticed he’s only like that when I’m with guys. Even with your brother Arthur. He started guarding me like a jealous boyfriend.”
She laughed again, clearly joking.
But Charles didn’t.
He went quiet. Rubbed the back of his neck. Cheeks turning very, very red.
“Yeah. I guess he got it from me.”
Y/N blinked. “What?”
Charles looked down. “I mean… I always interrupt. I get mad. I get jealous. Because I-because I’ve been in love with you. For a long time.”
Y/N froze.
Charles rushed on, nervous. “I get it if you don’t feel the same. I just… Leo clearly sees it, and I thought maybe…”
Y/N cut him off.
“I feel it.”
Charles stopped. Looked up.
“What?”
Y/N smiled softly. “I feel it, Charles. I’ve felt it for a long time. I literally told you the other day.”
He blinked. “You… what? When?”
(Flashback)
Y/N handing Leo back at the door, grinning.
“Thank you for letting him spend the day with me. Makes the start and end of my day brighter.”
She had looked right at him when she said it.
Not Leo.
Him.
(END)
Charles’s eyes widened. “That was about me?”
Y/N nodded.
Charles laughed, completely overwhelmed, before pulling her into a tight hug. “I am Stupid, I am stupid”
“You are,” she mumbled into his shirt.
Leo barked, circling them happily before wedging himself right between them like the chaos king he is.
“Of course,” Charles muttered, laughing. “He wants in too.”
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Later That Night…
Charles was curled up on the couch with Y/N, her head tucked under his chin, his arms around her. Leo was squished between them like the furry bridge that started it all.
Suddenly, Y/N’s phone pinged.
It was a message from Pierre.
Video attachment: 🐶🐶 “WHO DID IT BETTER?”
The video had two side-by-side panels.
On the left: Leo interrupting Marco.
On the right: Charles interrupting Marco.
Same energy. Same timing. Same dramatic expression. Even the tail wag (in Charles’ case, it’s obviously metaphorical).
Y/N burst out laughing, ruffling Charles’s hair.
“What?” he mumbled into her neck.
She showed him the video.
He groaned. “I hate all of them.”
“They’re your best men at the wedding,” she said immediately.
Charles blinked. “Wedding?”
She smirked. “Manifesting.”
Leo barked once, very confidently.
Charles kissed her temple and sighed. “Unbelievable.”
Leo wagged his tail.
The matchmaking was complete.
END.
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leo doing god's work FOR REAL
'are you mad?' - f1 drivers' texts
+16! in which they think you are mad at them, turns out you’re are just horny
with: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, oscar piastri, george russell, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris and logan sargeant
genre: suggestive, humorous
author's note: this was so funny to me until i got to logan's part
Call Me When You Breakup
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader
Summary: Max is in the wrong relationship, and you both know it. But knowing isn’t choosing, and you’re done waiting.
1.8k words / Inspo / Masterlist
You don't want to be here.
Not in this overpriced, dimly lit restaurant. Not sitting across from your best friend who, for all intents and purposes, should be yours but isn't. Not watching him share a plate of something too delicate, too refined, with someone who doesn’t know him the way you do.
You shouldn't be here, but you are. Because Max asked, and you’ve never been able to say no to him.
His girlfriend, the word itself sticks in your throat like it doesn’t belong there, sits beside him her hand curled possessively around his arm like it’s an accessory.
𝗦𝗟𝗨𝗧!
pairing: oscar piastri x fem!singer!reader
summary: your boyfriends fans don’t like you very much, even before the relationship is confirmed
warnings: swearing (obviously), slut shaming, hate, established relationship, sexual innuendos (the songs ig?) | Faceclaims is nessa barrett, this is to my girl nessa cause i love her and she deserves no hate 🤍 anyway it’s a little late but go stream AFTERCARE ⭐️
oscar piastri & 3 🧡
did i fall out of line when i called you? | oscar piastri
song; mess it up - gracie abrams
part of the spotify wrapped special
Every time Oscar got too close, he messed it up.
But it was okay; you forgave him because he was Oscar. Oscar, who had commitment issues. Oscar, who was trying hard to have a lasting relationship with you. Oscar, who loved you deeply. But you also knew he was Oscar, who couldn’t have something good without ruining it.
Rent Free // LN4
| pairing: lando norris x reader
| summary: reader plays a tiktok prank on Lando
| warnings: none, almost excessive use of pet name "babe"
| authors note: saw this trend on tiktok and thought it would suit lando
op81 and number between 1-100:56
can i ask you a question? | oscar piastri
song; question…? - taylor swift
part of the spotify wrapped special
You were a little bitter. Of course, you were. Just because you and Oscar had ended things didn’t mean he stopped being yours—at least not in your mind. And now, apparently, he had a new girlfriend? Not only that, but you had to spend time with her because you still shared the same friend group, and if Oscar invited her, everyone had to get along. After all, you weren’t about to stop being friends with your friends just because your relationship with Oscar ended. They were as much yours as they were his.
Concerned (LN) pt. 2
lando norris x neighbor!reader
pt. 1 here
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“Hey superstar,” you call out to Lando as you see him heading in to your building.
“What’s up?” He asks with a smile, and you fall into step with him towards the elevator.
“Not a lot,” you said. “Just getting ready to get out of this country tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah, where are you going?”
“Vegas.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you going to the Grand Prix?”
You nodded with an easy smile, “Yeah, heading out a little early to hang with some college friends, but then I’ll be there Saturday.”
“Vegas is far; I’m surprised you’re going,” he commented and you gave him a weird look.
“You know I’m from the US muppet,” you said, and he gave you an amused look.
“Did you just call me a muppet?” He teased. “That’s my word.”
“Yeah, I’ve been really getting into watching Twitch streams, guess I’m picking up on your lingo,” you said nonchalantly but with a mischievous look. Lando froze as you mentioned it, thinking back to the recent stream where he talked about you.
“Oh?” He laughed nervously and your smirk grew wider.
“Yeah, thanks for the shoutout by the way,” you said,his face instantly flushed. “I’ll see you in Vegas, babe.”
You left him in the elevator and walked back to your apartment, giggling. Torturing him was amusing and you didn’t feel that bad about it since you shared some of the thoughts he had about you.
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A week in Vegas was exactly what you needed, especially because of how much you missed your friends. After three days of clubbing, you were exhausted and running on fumes and RedBull to make it to the race. Only one of your friends could join you Saturday night, and you made it to the entrance a few hours before the race. A man scanned your tickets and turned to the sign, grabbing two special passes and handing them to you.
“What are these?” You asked and he gave you a weird look.
“VIP passes?” He asked and sighed as you still looked confused. “It looks like your tickets were upgraded, so you’ll have access to the paddock and paddock club.”
Your mind instantly thought about Lando and you smiled to yourself before pulling your friend along.
As you and your friend made your way through the bustling paddock, the excitement in the air was palpable. The roar of engines, the smell of fuel, and the buzz of anticipation filled your senses. You couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement, wondering if you'd run into Lando.
"This is insane," your friend whispered, wide-eyed as you passed by team garages and caught glimpses of drivers preparing for the race.
You nodded in agreement, still processing how you'd ended up with these VIP passes. As you rounded a corner, you nearly collided with a somewhat familiar face.
“Sorry!” The driver exclaimed, reaching out to steady you. He looked so familiar, but you couldn’t remember exactly who he was. “You are Lando’s friend.”
“Yeah, you’re his teammate, right?” You asked and he nodded, sticking out a hand.
“Oscar.”
“Y/n,” you replied smiling. “I’m surprised you recognized me since we’ve never met.”
“Let’s just say I’ve heard a lot about you,” Oscar said with a slight smirk and you laughed. Lando came into your line of sight, and you saw him look panicked as he watched Oscar talk to you.
"Oh, I bet you have," you said with a grin, glancing over at Lando, who was now making his way towards you with a mix of nervousness and excitement on his face.
"Hey, you made it!" Lando called out, trying to sound casual as he approached. "I see you've met Oscar."
"Yeah, we were just getting acquainted," you replied, enjoying the slight flush on Lando's cheeks. "Thanks for the upgrade, by the way. The paddock access is amazing."
Lando's eyes widened slightly. "Oh, uh, no problem. Glad you're enjoying it."
Oscar looked between the two of you with amusement. "Well, I should get going. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Enjoy the race!"
As Oscar walked away, you turned to Lando with a raised eyebrow. “Crazy how he knew who I was.”
“Crazy,” Lando mumbled and you laughed, grabbing his hand to pull him to meet your friend Maggie.
“Maggie is a big Ferrari fan,” you told him and he waved over to Carlos, who was walking by. Carlos came over, looking down at Lando’s hand still in yours and smirking at his friend. Lando introduced all of you, and Maggie started to talk Carlos’s ear off, much to your amusement.
You turned back to Lando, talking softly, “Ready for today?”
“I think so,” he said. “I don’t really think there’s a shot at the championship anymore based on how the car was last night.”
“I’m sorry Lan,” you said and he gave you a small smile. “It’s still pretty impressive though, everything you’ve done this season and coming in second.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said simply. “Also I’m happy you’re talking to me and not your favorite driver.”
"I think my rankings might have changed." A slow smile spread across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He pulled you into his embrace, his strong arms enveloping you in a warm and comforting hug. You took in the familiar scent of his cologne and rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.
“I have to go, but will I see you after the race?” He asked hopefully.
“You have my number,” you replied, and without thinking, you lifted your heels and pressed a short kiss on his cheek. “Good luck superstar.”
You watched the race from the hospitality suite, cheering with Maggie for the Ferrari drivers while being a little sad that Lando seemed to be having an okay race. Maggie left right after the race, having to drive back home that night, and you waited around the paddock while taking in the scene.
LN: still here?
Y/N: yeah, just wandering around.
LN: wander around to the McLaren garage?
Y/N: omw
Lando was out of his race suit and just in a pair of sweats and his team jacket. He looked tired but oddly enough, a little relieved. You hugged him when you saw him, congratulating him on a good race.
“You seem relieved,” you commented and he smiled down at you.
“I am a little, most of the pressure is off now,” he admitted.
“I’m happy for you then,” you declared.
“When are you heading back to Monaco?” He asked.
“Tomorrow afternoon, I’m definitely regretting not getting an earlier flight though. I just want to be back in my bed.”
“Why don’t you just come with me? I’m going to fly out in a couple of hours,” he offered.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother,” you said and he shook his head.
“It’s decided then,” he said and you smiled. You worked out the details and told him you’d meet him outside your hotel shortly. After heading back you packed up your suitcase and headed downstairs, waiting outside for Lando.
He pulled up in a big SUV and the driver got out to help you put your stuff in the trunk before you joined Lando in the back. You had both changed in to sweats and comfy wear, ready to sleep on the plane.
You had never been on a private jet before and were amazed, walking on the tarmac towards the plane. Lando looked over at you and smiled to himself, admiring how you still managed to look good in the night lights, even though he knew you were exhausted. Following him up the stairs, he motioned for you to sit next to him in a reclining seat connected to his. He handed you a blanket and you wrapped yourself up, eager to take off.
“Have fun today?” He asked from next to you and you nodded.
“Tons, it was fun to see you in your element,” you said and he smiled.
The plane took off and you watched out the window briefly before deciding you needed to sleep. While his plane was nice, you had trouble getting comfortable, shifting around trying to find a good spot.
“Can’t sleep?” Lando asked, noticing your restlessness.
“Not really,” you replied, rubbing your eyes tiredly.
He lifted up his blanket, gesturing for you to scoot closer. You hesitated momentarily, but the promise of comfort and warmth was too tempting to resist. Slowly, you shifted closer to Lando, settling into the crook of his arm as he draped the blanket over both of you.
"Better?" he murmured, his breath warm against your hair.
"Much," you sighed contentedly, feeling your muscles relax as you nestled against him.
The gentle hum of the plane's engines and Lando's steady heartbeat soon lulled you into a peaceful sleep. You weren't sure how long you'd been out when you felt a gentle shake on your shoulder.
"Y/N," Lando's voice was soft. "We're about to land."
You blinked groggily, realizing you were still cuddled up to him. "Oh, sorry," you mumbled, starting to move away.
"Don’t worry about it, I’m glad you could sleep,” he said and your heart fluttered.
It was a bright morning in Monaco and knowing you needed to beat jet lag you suggested grabbing something to eat, which Lando happily agreed to. Sitting across from him you found yourself oddly nervous about the shift you felt between you.
“What are you doing next weekend?” Lando asked and you looked up from the menu.
“Nothing, why?”
“Will you come to Qatar?”
“You want me to come to the race?”
Lando shifted nervously in his seat before meeting your eyes again.
“I’m calmer when you’re around,” he confessed and a small smile graced your face.
You felt a warmth spread through your chest at Lando's words. "I'd love to come," you said softly. "But are you sure? I don't want to be a distraction."
Lando reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "You're not a distraction. You're... you're my good luck charm," he said with a shy smile.
You laughed lightly, squeezing his hand. "Alright then, I guess I'm going to Qatar."
Finishing up breakfast, you finally made it back to your apartment, Lando lingering by the door as if he was deciding on what to say.
“I really like you,” he blurted out.
You felt your heart skip a beat at Lando's sudden confession. You stood there in stunned silence for a moment, taking in his earnest expression and the vulnerability in his eyes.
"I was wondering when you were going to say it," you finally replied, a smile spreading across your face. "I really like you too, Lando,"
Relief washed over his features, quickly replaced by a boyish grin. He took a step closer, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours.
Instead of answering, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was tender and sweet, with the promise of something more. When you finally pulled apart, you both wore matching smiles.
"I should probably go," Lando said reluctantly, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "But maybe we could hang out more before this weekend?”
“I suppose so,” you said with a grin and he smirked, leaning in to give you one last kiss before he left.
tags: @sltwins @honeyhyunn @heli991113 @sarx164 @kissatelier @dying-inside-but-its-classy @daniellef89x
Spill Your Guts (OP81)
summary: after revealing what she listens to in order to wind down, y/n ends up with an invite from her favorite podcast host to appear in the next episode
driver!reader x podcast host!oscar piastri -> habs incoming... series masterlist
cw: not fia approved words, reader teasing lando (they're besties), kissing, fluff, bad flirting, oscar being bullied by hattie
wc: 2.9k
a/n: this one is written + smau, with a bit of different formatting for the podcast episode. this one was fun to write, I hope y'all will like it and show it some love.
flowers - f1 drivers
in wich they get jealous when they see you with flowers they didn't gift you
with: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, oscar piastri, george russell, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris and franco colapinto
genre: humourous
a/n: franco colapinto appearance cause we love our argentinian despite the situation!
masterlist | request rules
𝐒𝐇𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ✦ 𝐎𝐏⁸¹
SUMMARY: You are Lando Norris’ twin sister and were completely obsessed with your brother’s teammate, but he was always avoiding you. NOTES: English is not my first language, so there might be some writing mistakes. I apologize for that, and feel free to point out any improvements. PAIRING: Oscar Piastri x Reader! Lando Norris’ Sister. WARNING: Hot scenes, but not explicit; use of Y/N; Oscar is very shy. WC: 4.7k
MASTERLIST | THE (IM)PERFECT PLAN SERIE
“You need to go a little easier on him,” Lando said as soon as he entered the small room, throwing his backpack onto the chair with a tired sigh. “Oscar’s shy, and you’re scaring the poor guy to death.”
You, leaning against the desk with your legs crossed and your eyes glued to your phone, ignored the first part of the comment. But the last part caught your attention.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, feigning disinterest.
“Oh, come on, don’t act dumb,” Lando shot back, crossing his arms with a smirk. “You’re cornering Oscar. I was going to let it slide because, honestly, it’s hilarious. But look, you’re going too far, and he clearly doesn’t know how to handle it.”
You realized denying it would be pointless. Lando knew exactly what you were doing, and probably the whole paddock did too. Maybe it was time to turn the tables in your favor.
“Did he complain about me?” you asked, now genuinely curious, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. “Because, seriously, I don’t get it. Sometimes it seems like he doesn’t care, but then, in the next minute, he acts like I’m the personification of chaos.”
Your voice carried a touch of frustration. Ever since you met Oscar last season, you had done everything to get his attention. Flirting, glances, little touches. But he always pulled away or acted like he didn’t notice. His shyness, which once seemed charming, was now starting to feel like an impenetrable barrier.
Lando laughed, clearly enjoying himself at your expense. “You know what’s funny? You think you can melt anyone with that smile and some games. But let me tell you, Oscar’s different. He’s more… reserved.”
“I know that,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “And that’s exactly why I’m trying harder. He’s not like the others. It just makes it more interesting.”
Lando shook his head, incredulous. “You’re impossible, you know that? But look, if you keep this up, he’s gonna start running away from you. Like, literally. One day, he’s gonna abandon the car in the middle of the track just to escape.”
You laughed. “He already runs, just in a way less obvious than that. But he’ll get used to it. It’s just a matter of time.”
“Or a restraining order.”
“Funny,” you replied, giving him a sharp look.
After a brief silence, you decided to change tactics. “You could help me out!” you asked, in an exaggeratedly sweet tone.
“No way. Stay out of this, Y/N,” Lando responded quickly, as if he already knew where this was going.
“You’re so heartless!” you retorted, with a theatrical touch. “I come every weekend to support you, and this is how I’m treated? You should, I don’t know, compensate me for always being by your side.”
“Support? You’re kidding, right?” Lando laughed. “The whole team already figured out why you’re always here. And the only person who might not have noticed is Oscar himself.”
“What slander!” you snapped, placing a hand on your chest as if deeply offended. “I come because I like my brother. And I thought he liked me too, but apparently, he doesn’t care enough to help me with something so simple.”
Lando just laughed and raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. What exactly do you want me to do?”
“Simple. Find out if he likes me or not. Easy, right?”
Before you could continue the discussion, someone knocked on the door, interrupting the conversation.
“Come in!” Lando replied casually.
The door opened to reveal Oscar. Your excitement was immediate. He, on the other hand… didn’t seem as thrilled to see you.
“I didn’t know your sister was here,” he said to Lando, hesitantly. “I didn’t want to interrupt. I’ll come back later.”
Before he could leave, you rushed to his side and lightly placed your hand on his arm, still covered by his racing suit.
“You don’t have to leave, Osc,” you said softly, your fingers purposely brushing against the fabric of his suit. “Lando and I weren’t talking about anything important. Feel free to stay.”
Oscar hesitated but eventually gave in. “Alright, if you say so…”
Oscar tried to pull away from your touch without being rude, and you, noticing his discomfort, decided to ease the tension and let him slip away.
“Well… I just wanted to ask about the car adjustments for tomorrow. But I guess I interrupted something…” He seemed genuinely uncomfortable, which only made you want to tease him even more.
“You didn’t interrupt anything,” you replied with a calm smile. “Actually, I’ll just sit here quietly while you two chat.”
With that, you sat down in a chair lost in the room, pretending to fiddle with your phone while you took the opportunity to observe Oscar. The way he spoke, gestured, or even furrowed his brow when something seemed confusing… it was fascinating.
The two of them spent a few minutes discussing technical adjustments for the car when they were interrupted again. This time, it was someone from the PR team, rushing in to inform Lando that they needed him for an urgent photo session.
“I’m on my way,” Lando said, standing up. But before leaving, he gave you a calculated look. “Oscar, can you stay here? Y/N was feeling a bit nauseous earlier, and I didn’t want her to be alone.”
Your heart skipped a beat. It was obvious he was making it up, but the feigned concern in his voice was flawless. You knew you owed Lando a big favor now, but it was worth it. For Oscar, everything was worth it.
“Seriously?” Oscar looked visibly surprised, casting a suspicious glance from you to Lando. “Alright, if she needs anything…”
“Thanks a lot, buddy,” Lando replied with a mischievous smile, giving Oscar’s arm a friendly squeeze before walking toward the door. “I’ll be back soon. Wait for me here.”
As soon as the door closed, you jumped up and practically ran to the couch, pulling Oscar down to sit next to you before he could even react.
“Thanks so much for staying, Osc,” you said softly, as if you were truly vulnerable. “I wasn’t feeling too great, you know?”
Oscar tensed next to you, clearly uncomfortable. He looked around, as if searching for an escape route. “Is everything okay now? Do you want me to get some water or something?”
“No, no, it’s fine, it’s passed,” you replied, placing your hand on his arm. “I just needed some company. I feel better this way.”
Oscar let out a nervous, short laugh and looked away, clearly trying not to acknowledge the closeness between you two.
“You look cute when you’re nervous, you know?” you remarked, a mischievous smile appearing on your face.
He opened his mouth to respond but seemed to lose his words. Finally, he muttered, “I’m… not nervous.”
“Oh, really?” you teased, leaning in a little closer, until there was almost no space left between you on the small couch. Oscar seemed even more restless, the blush on his face now impossible to hide.
“I think… we don’t need to be this close,” he managed to say, awkwardly trying to pull away. But, poor thing, there was nowhere left to escape.
“Osc,” you started, in a fake hurt tone, looking down at your hands. “I think you don’t like me very much.”
He seemed surprised, the tension in his shoulders easing for a moment. “Why would you think that?”
“Because every time I’m around, you try to get away.” Your voice sounded almost like a lament, and you took the opportunity to glance at him before looking down at your legs. “Did I do something to you?”
When you looked back at him, your face was perfectly molded into a sad expression, your eyes slightly glistening, as if you were truly upset. It was almost impossible not to believe it.
Oscar hesitated, looking genuinely puzzled. “No… of course not. It’s just that…” He stopped, clearly trying to find the right words.
“It’s just that…?” you encouraged, tilting your head.
“You’re… too intense, Y/N,” he finally confessed, his voice low. “I don’t know how to handle you, that’s all.”
A triumphant smile threatened to appear on your lips, but you held it back, keeping up the act. “Intense? I just… like being around you, you know? Is that really so hard?”
Oscar rubbed the back of his neck, visibly uncomfortable. “It’s not that. I’m just not used to… attention.”
“So, you’re saying I make you uncomfortable?” you asked, leaning slightly toward him, closing the space even more.
Oscar looked away, his ears turning even redder. “I didn’t say that.”
“Then what are you saying?”
Before he could answer, the door suddenly opened, and Lando walked into the room with that typical mischievous smile you knew so well. “Did I interrupt something?”
Oscar practically jumped off the couch, creating visible distance between you two. It was almost comical, but at that moment, you could only curse your brother. He had ruined the perfect moment. You were so close to getting what you wanted!
“No, no,” Oscar quickly denied, the words tumbling out almost in a rush. “Now that you’re here, I… I think I’ll head out. See you before the next practice.”
And without giving anyone a chance to react, he practically bolted out of the room, as if running away from a fire.
You let out a loud sigh, crossing your arms and shooting a deadly glare at Lando, who was still standing in the doorway, clearly enjoying your discomfort.
“You did that on purpose!” you accused, frustration clear in your voice.
“Me? No way,” Lando responded, feigning innocence as he closed the door behind him. “But you should’ve seen his face. Poor guy, he looked like he was going to pass out.”
“He wasn’t going to pass out!” you retorted, throwing a pillow toward your brother, who easily dodged it.
“Alright, alright. But seriously, Y/N, you’re being way too hard on the guy.” He threw himself onto the couch, taking the spot Oscar had just vacated. “Don’t you think he’s nervous enough already? Every time you get close, it’s like he forgets how to breathe.”
You huffed, sinking into the couch next to him. “Maybe he just needs to get used to me. It’s not that hard, right?”
Lando raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “For you, maybe. But for him? Oscar is… different. He’s not used to someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” you repeated, intrigued.
“You know,” Lando explained, gesturing vaguely. “Someone who’s not afraid to say what they want and go after it. Oscar’s more… reserved. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you, he just doesn’t know how to react.”
You were silent for a moment, processing Lando’s words. Maybe he was right. Maybe Oscar just needed a little more time. But giving up wasn’t an option. Not now.
“Okay,” you finally said, a mischievous smile appearing on your lips. “I’ll go easy on him. For now.”
Lando laughed, clearly amused by your determination. “Good luck, sis. You’re going to need it.”
The next day, you positioned yourself strategically in the garage, waiting for the right moment to find Oscar. When he finally appeared, talking to one of the engineers, you calmly walked over with a relaxed smile, pretending you had no agenda in mind.
“Hey, Osc,” you greeted, your voice light and carefree. “How’s everything after yesterday? You seemed in a rush.”
Oscar turned to you, and it was almost funny how hard he tried to appear casual, even though he was clearly uncomfortable. “Oh, yeah… I was just running late for something.”
“Of course, of course,” you responded with a soft smile. “Well, I hope things are calmer now. Maybe we can chat after qualifying?”
He hesitated, shooting a near-pleading glance at the engineer beside him, as if he was hoping they could save him. But this time, something different sparkled in Oscar’s eyes. It wasn’t fear or discomfort. It was curiosity, though still shy.
“Yeah… maybe,” he finally replied, his voice softer than usual.
You smiled, already considering that a small victory.
Unfortunately, finding Oscar after qualifying turned out to be impossible. Lando secured pole position, and you stayed to congratulate him, while Oscar, with a disappointing P5, was swept into endless conversations with engineers and mechanics.
By the time it was late, almost time to head back to the hotel, you went to Lando’s room to grab your things while he wrapped up the last commitment of the day. That’s when fate decided to be kind.
The door next to your brother’s room opened, and who stepped out but the exact person you’d been hoping to see.
“Osc!” you called out cheerfully, a bright smile on your face.
“Hey.” His response was much less enthusiastic. The tone of defeat and frustrated expression clearly showed that he was still upset about the qualifying result.
“Bummed about P5?” you asked, trying to start a conversation.
“It wasn’t what I expected,” he admitted, crossing his arms. “But I’ll make up for it tomorrow.” There was a forced confidence in his voice that you didn’t miss.
“I’m sure you will! And look, I’m calling the podium: Lando in first, and you in second. What do you think?”
You stepped a little closer, almost unintentionally, trying to minimize the distance between you. But for Oscar, there was nothing subtle about your approach. He clearly noticed.
“You’re optimistic,” he commented, trying to ignore how you seemed to invade his space without hesitation.
“I’m not optimistic, I’m realistic,” you shot back, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.
Oscar looked away, clearly looking for an escape route, but you weren’t about to let him slip away so easily.
“Look, Osc,” you began, your tone softening as you leaned in slightly. “I really think you underestimate how good you are at what you do. You’ve got everything to be at the top. You just need to believe in yourself more.”
He blinked, clearly caught off guard by your change in tone. You saw the tension in his shoulders ease slightly, and that was enough for you to close the gap just a little more, your smile now sweeter than mischievous.
“You really think so?” he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.
“I know it,” you replied, sincerity shining through.
Oscar still seemed hesitant, but he didn’t pull away when you placed a light hand on his arm, your fingers resting casually. “You just need to learn to relax more. Maybe I can help with that,” you said, your voice almost a whisper.
Oscar swallowed, his eyes finally meeting yours. For a moment, you thought he was going to give in. He seemed torn between wanting to escape and something he clearly didn’t want to admit. You leaned in a little closer, feeling you were on the edge of success.
“You’re really hard, you know?” he murmured, the words practically floating between you two.
Oscar opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. And just as you were about to close the distance even more, he took a step back, almost stumbling into the wall behind him.
“I… I need to go,” he said quickly, his voice shaky but firm. “Good night, Y/N.”
Before you could react, he was already halfway down the hallway, walking so fast it was almost a run.
You let out a frustrated sigh, but deep down, you couldn’t help but smile. Little by little, Oscar was starting to give in, even if he still resisted at the last second. It was only a matter of time.
And you knew very well that you had all the patience in the world to wait.
The paddock was a well-organized chaos, with mechanics, engineers, and drivers moving around frantically as the grandstands filled with enthusiastic fans. You, of course, were there, strategically positioned in Oscar’s team’s garage, pretending to be just casually walking around but with a very clear goal in mind.
He was there, adjusting his gloves while listening carefully to an engineer. He seemed so focused, he could have blended in with the rest of the team. Almost. You, however, always managed to spot him in the crowd.
“Hey, Osc!” you called, walking into the space without any hesitation.
Oscar quickly turned, his eyes widening slightly when he saw you there. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”
“I came to wish you good luck, of course,” you answered with a sweet but mischievous smile.
“Good luck?” He seemed suspicious, clearly aware that you rarely did something that simple.
“Of course!” You tilted your head slightly, looking at him as if his question was absurd. “You know I’ll be cheering for you too, right? First Lando, and then you!”
Oscar opened his mouth to respond but closed it again, a blush already creeping up his face. He looked around desperately, almost as if hoping someone would save him from the situation. But, as you’d already noticed, no one was paying attention to you two.
“You’re kind of tense, Osc. It won’t go well like this, you know?” You stepped a little closer, lowering your voice slightly, but still clearly teasing. “Are you nervous because of me?”
“No,” he quickly replied, although his tone and the blush on his face said otherwise.
“Hmm… funny,” you murmured, pretending to think. “Because it seems like every time I get close, you get a little… uneasy.”
“Y/N, we’re in the pit… in public,” he whispered, almost as if trying to make you stop.
“So what? No one’s listening, and we’re not doing anything wrong, are we?” you shot back, a smile mixing sweetness and mischief on your lips. “I’m here to support you, Osc. And, speaking of that, I have a proposition for you.”
He squinted his eyes, clearly suspicious. “What kind of proposition?”
“If you get on the podium today… I’ll give you a special gift,” you said, leaning slightly toward him, your voice low but filled with mystery.
“What gift?” He looked at you, nervousness clear on his face, but at the same time, unable to hide his curiosity.
“It’s a surprise,” you replied, winking conspiratorially.
“Y/N…” He sighed, clearly trying to keep his composure. “You know you didn’t have to come here for that, right?”
“I know,” you answered, your smile growing wider. “But what’s the fun in cheering from a distance? Besides, you might not know, but I’m great at picking out gifts.”
Oscar seemed like he was about to say something, but one of the engineers appeared out of nowhere, calling him for the final pre-race meeting. He sighed in visible relief, almost grabbing the opportunity to escape.
“I have to go,” he said quickly.
“Good luck, Osc,” you replied, not hiding your satisfaction. “I’ll be waiting on the podium. And after the race… the gift is all yours.”
He didn’t reply, just nodded quickly before disappearing toward the engineer. You watched as he walked away, even more flushed than before, and let out a soft laugh.
This time, he had no way of backing out of the promise. And, knowing Oscar, the thought of a “special gift” would be enough to keep him thinking about you the whole time—on or off the track.
The end of the race was electrifying. You, as usual, were glued to the screen, following the final minutes with the anticipation of someone on the track. The last lap was a mix of tension and excitement. Lando crossed the finish line in first, and you couldn’t hold back your shout of joy. But what really made you jump out of your seat was when Oscar secured third place, holding off a fierce battle until the final flag.
“Yes! I knew you could do it, Osc!” you murmured to yourself, smiling proudly as you watched the celebration on the screen.
Soon, you were following the team toward the podium. The paddock was a party, with team members rushing to celebrate their drivers. You blended in with Lando’s engineers and mechanics but kept your eyes fixed on Oscar as he got out of the car, exhausted but visibly satisfied.
The celebration on the podium was contagious. Champagne flew from side to side, and Lando’s smile was so wide it seemed to light up the entire circuit. But your gaze never left Oscar, who looked more shy than ever as he raised his trophy. Even amid the celebration, he shot furtive glances at you in the crowd, which only made your smile grow.
As soon as the ceremony was over, everyone went back to the garage. The team was euphoric, celebrating the incredible result of the race. You found Lando first, who came running toward you with his trophy in hand.
“So, what did you think?” he asked, still sweaty and covered in champagne.
“You were amazing! Doesn’t even seem like my brother,” you joked, laughing as he hugged you and got champagne on your clothes.
“And Oscar, huh?” Lando commented, winking at you. “Are you proud of your favorite driver?”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “Don’t start, Lando.”
After the initial excitement, you began preparing to leave. Lando had some team commitments to take care of before heading back to the hotel, so you walked through the paddock, waiting for him. You bumped into Oscar, who seemed more relaxed, still talking to a few engineers.
“Congrats, Osc!” you said, with a genuine smile.
He quickly turned his head, as if he hadn’t expected you to appear there. “Oh, thanks,” he replied, a shy smile forming on his lips.
“I told you’d make it to the podium. Now you know what that means, right?” you teased, leaning slightly forward.
Oscar turned bright red, looking away at anything that wasn’t you. “I… think so?”
“Great.” You winked and walked away before he could respond, knowing exactly the effect you were having.
After a while, Lando finally appeared. “Ready to go?”
“More than ready.” You smiled, following him to the car that would take you back to the hotel.
Back at the hotel, the exhaustion from the race still lingered, but the excitement pulsed even stronger. Lando was sprawled on the couch in his room, talking nonstop about the race and, of course, the party that was about to happen.
“I need to get ready. What, you’ve got about 30 minutes before I drag you to the party?” you teased, grabbing your bag.
“Thirty? You’re being way too optimistic,” he laughed. “You wouldn’t be able to get ready in 30 minutes even if Oscar asked you to.”
“Oh, Lando…” You smiled slyly as you walked toward the door. “For Oscar, I’d do it in fifteen.”
Lando’s expression was priceless, but you didn’t give him a chance to respond. You walked out laughing and went straight to your room, already imagining how you’d make the night unforgettable. After all, a P1 for Lando and a P3 for Oscar was more than enough reason to celebrate in style.
You chose a stunning black Versace dress, fitting just right, and paired it with high heels from the same brand. But the special touch was in the details that no one would see—or rather, that almost no one would see: a papaya-colored lingerie set, matching the team’s colors, chosen especially for the occasion.
The team had reserved a table in the VIP section of a luxurious club. The atmosphere was pure euphoria—champagne, loud music, and laughter filled the air. As soon as they arrived, you made sure to sit strategically next to Oscar, who seemed out of place, unsure of what to do with all the attention around him.
“Osc, relax,” you murmured in his ear, smiling as you noticed he seemed more nervous than he had been during the race.
“I’m relaxed,” he replied, but the hand holding his drink was trembling slightly.
The conversation flowed with the team, but you made sure to provoke Oscar in little moments. You brushed your leg against his, made comments about how well he did in the race, and, of course, mentioned the “special present.”
“If I knew a P3 would make you this happy, I would’ve tried harder earlier,” he joked, trying to appear more confident.
“Oh, Osc, you have no idea,” you replied, smiling with an enigmatic tone.
As time went by, more people started to drift away from the table to dance or talk in other corners. Before long, it was just the two of you. That was your cue.
“So, Osc…” You leaned in a little closer, the loud music muffling the conversation. “About my present… do you want to know what it is?”
Oscar blushed instantly, looking away as he always did when he felt uncomfortable. “I… I don’t think I should ask.”
“Oh, you definitely should.” Your voice dropped low, almost a whisper, as your eyes challenged his. “I did something special to celebrate your P3. And maybe to encourage you to get more podiums in the future.”
He swallowed nervously. “I need… to go to the bathroom,” he said quickly, standing up before you could react.
You smiled to yourself. “So predictable,” you murmured as you followed him with determined steps.
Oscar looked genuinely surprised when you appeared in the hallway, blocking his escape route. “Seriously, Y/N? I just wanted a minute of peace.”
“No chance.” You took a step forward, cornering him against the wall, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “I followed you to show you my present.”
Oscar looked at you, clearly uncomfortable, but his curiosity won out. “I don’t know if I want to see that,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady, though the sparkle in his eyes betrayed his curiosity.
You laughed softly, almost amused, and slid the strap of your dress down, revealing a glimpse of the papaya lingerie, the color of the team. “See? Something special for my favorite driver.”
For a moment, Oscar was speechless, his face turning a deeper red than usual. But something seemed to have shifted in him, as if the provocation had awakened something. He took a step forward, closing the distance between you. The look he had now wasn’t shy, but challenging, almost provocative.
“You like to tease, don’t you?” His voice was low but filled with a newfound confidence that you didn’t expect. “But you know what, Y/N? You can’t last three minutes when the roles are reversed.”
The smile on his face made you hesitate for a second, and he immediately seized the opportunity. Without saying another word, he pulled you closer, his hands firmly gripping your waist. The warmth of his body against yours made your heart race, and before you could say anything, Oscar’s lips found yours.
It was an intense, heated kiss, as if he had been swept away by the wave of provocation you had started. Oscar's hands glided over your skin, as if memorizing every part of you, while you couldn't think clearly anymore.
When he pulled away slightly, his eyes glowing in a way you didn't recognize, you were speechless, your body still burning from his proximity and touch.
He leaned in again, whispering in your ear:
"Lost your voice, baby? Always knew you were just talk."
Your breathing was uneven, but you could only stare at him, completely lost.
He grinned to the side, satisfied with the effect he was having.
It didn't take long for him to attack you with even more intense kisses.
You were getting addicted to the taste, to the feeling of being touched by him.
One of his hands slid up your thigh, slowly rising inside your dress. He squeezed your butt firmly, and you couldn't contain a moan. He played with the waistband of your panties, starting to pull them down.
"What are you doing?" you asked, breathless. "Someone might see."
"Now you're afraid of being seen?" he continued, dragging the fabric down your leg. "You never cared before."
He knelt down, completely removing the piece of lingerie.
"But don't worry, baby!" He stood up, pressing his body against yours again.
"I'm not going to do anything here."
He kissed you quickly and pulled away, looking into your eyes while slipping the piece into his pocket.
"If you want it back, find me in my room later."
And just like that, he was gone, leaving you there, completely speechless and hungry for more.
god forbid - OSCAR PIASTRI
pairing: altar server!oscar piastri x pastors daughter!reader
summary : the indulgence in sin wasn't new to y/n, it never has been- but to oscar? he was as pure and innocent as a doe, the thought of sinning never even crossing his mind. but then again, everyone has to sin at one point, right?
warnings/notes : swearing, homoerotic tendencies between alexandra and rebecca, mentions of drinking, smut, sacrilegious themes, unspecified branch of Christianity, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (always use a condom guys!!), corruption, masturbation, improper use of hairbrush handle (iykwim), praise kink, use of "good boy", oral (m!receiving), edging, overstimulation, manipulation (if you squint)
word count : 18.1k
a/n : a very long and self indulgent fic HAHAHAH (please let me know if i missed any warnings, i lost count while writing)
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Y/n took a deep breath, steadying herself before stepping up to the altar. The church was filled with the familiar faces of her congregation, including her best friend Alexandra who had just finished delivering the first reading. Y/n smoothed her skirt and adjusted the microphone, her eyes scanning the pews until they landed on her father, the pastor, watching her intently from his seat.
She cleared her throat and began, her voice ringing out clear and strong. "Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him."
