pairing: landoscar [lando norris x oscar piastri], platonic!maxcar [max verstappen x oscar piastri]
summary: for some reason, oscar decided that max would be able to help her with the Lando Issue. she was wrong.
content: rule 63, fem!lando norris, fem!oscar piastri, theyre both girls!, body image issues, gender stuff, probably overuse of italics, angst, fluff, humor! this one is cute, mentioned lestappen [charles leclerc x max verstappen] bc i couldnt help myself
notes: this one's a little shorter! also lets clarify real quick; max, charles, george, lando, and oscar (and fernando but she’s not mentioned. mama is just soooo hot) are all women. they are the only female drivers on the grid. defer to this guide for the mentioned drivers :)
wc: 1.9k
line divider by @hyuneskkami
“So you just walked away?” Max Verstappen is nowhere near as helpful as Oscar thought she would be. Well, Oscar didn’t really think Max would be helpful, per se. But the Oscar at least knows Max won’t lie to her. Now she’s kind of regretting that.
“I was scared. And stressed. And having a crisis.” She thinks that’s a pretty good excuse for (not running) leaving Lando on her own that night. Even if she did feel guilty about it later.
Max claps a hand over Oscar’s shoulder, shaking her head. The short strands of her blonde hair shift slightly with the movement. “Oscar, that is when you whisper fuck it to yourself and kiss her.” And Max’s voice is so serious that Oscar can’t help laughing. That’s her solution? Make out with her teammate?
“Max.”
“What? That is what I did with Charlie.” Max shrugs, stepping back. It’s not the best example, seeing as Max and Charles have been on-again-off-again for almost a decade. Oscar is pretty sure they’ve cycled back around to friends with benefits at the moment. She really tries not to think about it too much, if she’s being honest.
So she rolls her eyes and leans against Max’s kitchen counter. Winter break, thank god. Oscar doesn’t think she’d be able to handle seeing Lando for a race. Probably still won’t be able to in a month when McLaren calls them in ahead of pre-season testing. But Oscar would rather never see Lando again than have something that isn’t real. What Charles and Max have works for them. That’s not what Oscar wants. She wants dates, kisses, holding hands, making Lando laugh as Oscar does her makeup with clumsy hands. She wants her racing partner to be a partner in more than just racing. And she wants it to last. Steady and strong. She probably fucked that up last night.
“It’s not the end of the world, Oscar. Lando will understand.” Max hums into her coffee, reaching down to scratch one of the cats on the head. Oscar isn’t quite sure which one it is. Probably Sassy. Jimmy doesn’t seem to like Oscar all that much.
I get it.
Yeah, Max is no help. Oscar isn’t sure why she thought the other woman would be. Maybe because she’s the only other girl on the paddock who…doesn’t quite know how to be a girl. Not like Lando and Charles and George, who strut around with their long hair and perfect makeup and pretty skirts. That, and, well, Max is her friend. Something about being a woman so afraid of her own being that they both hide behind short hair and team branded polos. It brings people together.
“What if she doesn’t?” Oscar sounds miserable even to her own ears as she buries her face in her hands.
Oscar doesn’t see Max soften just slightly, the solid line of her shoulders curving just enough that she could have seen it. Should have. “Oscar, she will. I promise.”
“How do you know that?” And now Oscar is crying. Tears falling one at a time down her cheeks. She hates it. Always has. Crying feels like failure most times. Like she let her body win, like she lost. Max seemed just as lost as her, placing an awkward hand on Oscar’s shoulder. But the older woman’s voice is soft as she speaks.
“Because I met her when she was like you. Afraid.”
Oscar looks up, has to. Because Max, despite only being a few years older than Oscar, looks through her like she’s transparent. Or maybe like she’s looking in a mirror. Seeing someone who isn’t Oscar. Maybe herself, maybe Lando. Not that it matters. “I’m not—“
“It is okay. To be afraid.” Max doesn’t say anything else. Doesn’t have to. Oscar knows enough about her relationship with her father, with her gender, with her body, to know she means it. Probably from experience, if Oscar had to hazard a guess. It make something soften in her chest because Max is giving so much to show Oscar everything will be fine.
“I just…I don’t want to ruin it. Whatever there could be there.” Oscar runs a hand down her face, calloused palms scraping against the flush of her cheeks. She doesn’t want this. Attempting to fix something that she broke in the first place. She didn’t want to ruin their friendship, but she already did that. Already fucked up. Already shoved Lando across the cavernous gulch in her chest and burned the bridge.
“You won’t.” And, somehow, Max sounds so sure that Oscar almost believes her. Almost. Max sighs, pushing off the counter next to Oscar. “Okay. Come out with me tonight. Charles is making me go to a new club.”
It’s not really a request. More of a demand than anything else. Sharp words that contact with Max’s warm voice. Soft and undeniably kind. Oscar huffs out a laugh. “Do I have to wear a skirt?”
“Only if you want to borrow one of mine.” Max says, moving toward the hall that Oscar knows leads to her bedroom. Oscar follows, hesitating slightly at Max’s words.
“You own a skirt?”
Max glances over her shoulder, grinning something sharp. “Six.” She shrugs, kicking open the door to her room. One of the cats yowls, obviously having been right on the other side. Max immediately leans down to pick it up, cooing softly in apology. “Charles keeps buying them for me.”
The closet is bigger than Oscar thought it would be. She has only ever glanced into Max’s room on the way to the bathroom before. Never really been inside or looked long enough to notice the details. Like the little cat-shaped plush on Max’s pillow or the glittery brush that lives atop her dresser. Things that say Max in a voice softer than the one she usually presents to the public. But the closet. It’s bigger than Lando’s, but nowhere near as packed. Familiar Red Bull shirts hang against one wall, pants folded on another. Oscar can see a few suits hanging in the corner next to a silken dress. Solid, deep red with thin straps and tasteful ruching. She can’t help reaching out to touch the fabric, cool and smooth against her fingers. It’s beautiful. The kind of thing Oscar would pick up at the store to admire before gently placing back onto the rack.
“Do you want to wear it?” Oscar jumps slightly at Max’s voice in her ear. She drops her hand immediately, face flushed as she spins to face Max.
“No, I wouldn’t—it would look weird on me.” It’s not what Oscar meant to say. She had been planning to brush it off. Compliment the design and tell Max she should wear it sometime. Maybe even suggest the woman wear it tonight. Anything that would make Max show her to the pants, far away from things that make Oscar question her entire fucking life.
Max tilts her head, reaching past Oscar to grab the dress. She holds it up in front of Oscar, much like Lando had. Oscar still feels a bit like a fake version of herself, but the dress is so soft against her fingers. She…wants to wear it. At least once. Just to see if there is anything resembling a woman hidden behind Oscar’s walls of polyester and polos.
“Fine.” Oscar grabs the dress, acquiescing to an encouragement that never really came from Max. At least, not aloud. Maybe there was something in those icy blue eyes that told Oscar I see you.
She changes in the bathroom. Doesn’t look in the mirror. Just tugs at the dress until the (slightly too short) hem feels like it actually covers what it’s supposed to. When she steps out, Max is there. Waiting. Patient. Kind. She looks Oscar up and down slowly. Different from how Lando had. Oscar knows Max doesn’t give a shit about her rarely-shaved legs or her unpainted nails. Short hair that curls at her nape instead of falling down her shoulders. Max knows. Max sees Oscar the way she wants to be seen. As a person.
“Looks good. Charles will be glad someone finally wore it.” Oscar’s cheeks flush as she looks down at the dress and realizes exactly why something like this is in Max Verstappen’s closet. Charles keeps buying them for me. Charles bought this dress for Max, specifically, and now Oscar is wearing it. She doesn’t think there’s a world in which Charles would actually be happy about that. “Don’t worry. Charlie will say you look sexy or something and I will be the one who gets a very sharp elbow in my ribs. Not you.”
It manages to make Oscar laugh, at least. “I’m telling Charlie you said that.”
“Good.” Max just smiles easily. It eases something in Oscar’s stomach and she feels like she can breathe again. Like maybe wearing a skirt, a dress, isn’t the end of the world. And like if Oscar does manage to embarrass herself in said dress, Max will just clap her on the shoulder and laugh with her instead of at her.
So maybe it’s okay. Maybe. “Are you wearing it? You should. You look good. Pretty.”
Max says the words as she pulls the door of her closet shut, presumably to change. It’s casual. Or, at least, it should be. Because Max doesn’t lie. Max doesn’t tell people what they want to hear, she tells them the truth. So, to her, Oscar is pretty. The same girl who calls Charles Leclerc and George Russell pretty. Her. Oscar. Not the dress. It makes Oscar’s cheeks flush happily as she smiles to herself. She’s pretty.
Beautiful.
The skirt. Lando was talking about the skirt. Because if she wasn’t…The thing is this: Lando doesn’t lie, either. Well, maybe to the media, to his parents, to Zak, but never to Oscar. She never has before. And if Lando Norris thinks Oscar is pretty, she might actually die. She just fucked up that badly.
“Are you ready?” Max steps out of the closet in slacks that somehow accentuate her waist while also being the most masculine piece of clothing Oscar has ever seen. Structured and solid but somehow still soft at the waist. The shirt is no different, all sharp edges and crisp, white fabric. It’s the way Max wears it, Oscar supposes. The way she leaves it open enough to show the curve of her breasts or the metallic belt that shimmers where the shirt is tucked in. Or maybe it’s just Max. Taking up space by doing nothing but existing. Her presence insisting that she be recognized. Oscar sometimes wishes she could be like that. But the idea of eyes on her at all times makes her shiver. “Cold?”
And Max fucking holds out the suit jacket hanging over her shoulder. Like a gentleman or something. Maybe she kind of gets it. Why Charles keeps coming back. She takes the jacket with an exaggerated huff and Max just chuckles, leading them both outside. Even in Monaco, it’s cold enough for Oscar to see her breath in the nighttime air. A car pulls up just as they step outside and Oscar wonders idly how Max always manages to make that happen. Probably makes them park around the corner for dramatic effect.
The older woman pulls open the door for Oscar. She rolls her eyes at Max, but slides in anyway. The leather seats are buttery against her thighs. A sensation she doesn’t feel often. It feels even more foreign in the skirt of the dress. Max settles in beside her, closing the door with a final thunk. This is good. This will be good.
A/N: i've been meaning to cook up something for the tour and also involve the heatwave so here it is! Some assistant!yn to entertain you in the heatwave!
WORD COUNT: 7k
WARNING: sexual content
SUMMARY: The London heatwave is bringing out the slutty little shorts and some complicated feelings between you and Harry. Then a plumbing disaster happens and you move in with him just until it's solved, however a broken AC forces the two of you to share a bed as well. A pop star, an assistant and lots of unspoken feelings in a bed. What could go wrong?
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London is melting. The heatwave has been pushing the temperature to extreme measure for days now and it will most likely carry on for a couple more.
That’s not stopping Harry’s Wembley residency though. Show must go on.
It’s night seven and he is doing his usual pre-show shenanigans. Take a shower. Have a peek at Shania’s set. Get dressed while warming up his vocal chords in his dressing room. It’s always the same.
The extreme heat has switched up the planned outfits a little bit, going from pants to shorts at the past couple of shows, but the fans are definitely not complaining and Harry kind of likes flaunting his toned legs as well, so it’s a win-win.
Standing in front of the mirror he is humming Bridge Over Troubled Water while trying to fix his tie when there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in!” he calls out, eyes still fixated on his reflection.
The door opens and he doesn’t even have to turn around to know who it is. It’s like he has a sixth sense when it comes to you.
“Oh, I see the slutty little shorts are coming out to play again,” you tease him instantly upon walking into the room and closing the door behind you. Harry smirks as he turns around, though his smile halters for a second when he sees you.
He hasn’t been the only one the heatwave has been affecting when it comes to outfits. As his shorts got shorter, you, his long-time assistant, started putting on shorter dresses as well. Tonight you chose to put on a pale yellow sundress, one that’s short but flowy, demands his attention in an instant, making his eyes glued to your smooth legs and flirty neckline.
Fuck, he thinks to himself before recovering as quick as humanly possible. Truth is, he’s been crushing on you since… well, probably day one, but only admitted it to himself about a year ago, when the two of you somehow ended up sharing a bed at a mutual friend’s party and he woke up with you curled to his side, your scent filled his nose and as he listened to your quiet snoring, which you absolutely denied you did, he realized just how much in love he was with you.
But he’s been doing everything he could to keep his feelings at bay, not wanting to ruin your friendship and he also happened to be your boss, though your work relationship is quite different than at an office job. However at moments like this, when you completely take his breath away and make it quite hard for him to think of anything else than ripping your dress off and–
“You okay, Styles?” you snap him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah,” he smiles, shaking his head. “Not a fan of shorts?” he asks with a flirty smirk, still fiddling with his tie.
There’s a beat of silence on your end, something crosses your face, but it’s gone before he could catch it.
“Everyone is a fan of the shorts,” you end up saying. “Let me help you with that,” you offer as you step closer and swat his hands away so you can fix his tie.
The AC is working perfectly in the room, but suddenly Harry feels like he is burning up, standing so close to you, your hands brushing against his chest a few times and even though it’s only through the fabric of his shirt, it’s maddening. He can only hope you can’t feel or hear his hammering heartbeat.
“There,” you smile softly stepping back and admiring your work.
“All good?” he asks, squaring his shoulders.
“The best,” you reply, smile widening. “Everything is set, Shania just got off the stage,” you inform him. “Sarah and Mitch are here as well.”
Harry hums with a nod. His drummer and guitarist have been the last ones to arrive at the venue after doing bathtime with their kids and leaving them with the nanny before heading out for their night shift at the stadium.
Harry looks at you and notices a bit of worry etched onto your expression. Tilting his head he narrows his eyes at you.
“Something is wrong,” he says and it’s not a question. He knows you enough to notice these small details.
“Nope,” you shake your head.
“Oh yeah. Tell me, I can handle it, I’m a big boy.”
You chuckle, shaking your head.
“It’s nothing work related.”
“Okay, I still want to know about it.”
You hesitate for a second before giving up, knowing he’ll bug you until eternity if you don’t tell him.
“Just… I had some problems with a pipe in my apartment,” you say dismissingly. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine if it’s bothering you. There’s still an issue?”
“Kinda,” you sigh. “I need to change the pain pipe in the bathroom, which means they have to rip the wall out. But they are coming in the weekend, so hopefully it’ll be settled.”
“But can you use the bathroom until then?” Harry asks suspiciously. You don’t answer and avoid looking into his eyes at first before shaking your head no. “So you can’t use your bathroom until the end of the week?”
“It’s fine, I’m gonna stay at my sister’s place until then.”
Harry gives you an amused look.
“Y/N, your sister lives in Southampton. That’s… what, like a three hour commute to London?”
“Two,” you correct him, earning an eye-roll.
“You’re not going to your sister’s.”
“Well, I’m not paying for a hotel either,” you stubbornly say.
“Of course not, because you’re gonna stay at mine.”
He says it out loud before he could even think it through. But as soon as his words land, he knows he might have brought hell on himself. It’s challenging enough to spend so much time with you during the day, but having you in his home might be another level of torture.
You bark out a laugh.
“No I’m not,” you simply say, not even taking him seriously.
“Yes, you are. I live close, I have two guest rooms, this is the best solution,” he argues, pushing his own doubts to the back of his mind, because putting his feelings aside, this is actually the best solution, saving you from the hours spent on a train every day just to get to London.
“Harry, I can’t just move in with you.”
“Just until your apartment is fixed,” he shrugs. “I’ll drive over to your place after the show, you can grab whatever you need.”
You stand there, just blinking at him for a couple of long minutes, like you’re expecting him to say he was just joking, but he stands his ground. As bad of an idea it is regarding his situation, he would never let you down.
“I mean… If you’re sure,” you give in. Harry nods with a satisfied smile.
“I’m sure.”
“Okay, thank you then. Show time in twenty,” you remind him then, switching back to work mode before walking out of the dressing room.
The second the door clicks shut, Harry lets his head fall back with a quiet groan. Brilliant idea, he thinks to himself. Invite the woman you've been secretly in love with into your house, for several days. What an idiot you are, Styles!
A generous, caring idiot, but still an idiot, because he might have just made the worst decision in his life.
The show goes down without a hiccup. He puts on his best performance, as always and the fans love him, as always.
You watch most of the show from backstage, but you love Season 2 Weight Loss way too much not to go out, so you dance in Circle for a little and sneak back before any of the fans could recognize you. Harry however totally saw you and the smile that stretched across his face is the absolute sweetest.
When the show is over Harry quickly showers while you do your usual rounds settling things. When he’s ready the two of you roll out of the garage in his car, passing by the fans leaving the stadium.
You’ve just bought your apartment last year and Harry realizes he hasn’t even been there when he pulls up in front of the building. He follows you up to the third floor and bites back the excitement he feels upon stepping into the apartment.
“I’ll try to be quick. Make yourself at home,” you tell him before disappearing in the bedroom, leaving him alone in the open concept kitchen and living room.
“No need to hurry,” he calls after you, already curiously eyeing up the place.
The apartment is small, not cramped, but very lived-in. The vibe suits his expectations of your home pretty well. The couch is tucked beneath a large window overlooking the street, a knitted blanket carelessly thrown over one arm. Books are stacked on every available surface instead of neatly shelved, plants occupy nearly every windowsill and there are tiny trinkets everywhere, little ceramic animals, candles in mismatched holders, postcards pinned to a corkboard over the faux fireplace.
It looks exactly like you and it makes him smile as he wanders farther inside, hands buried in his pockets as if touching anything would somehow feel too intrusive.
His attention lands on the fridge, it’s covered in magnets, lists, sticky notes and quite some polaroids. He instantly moves closer to look at them. He sees his family, friends, crew members and random moments from the past years, including ones with him as well.
One of them is from Tokyo last year, the two of you squeezed into a photo booth, both pulling ridiculous faces.
Another one is from backstage at Madison Square Garden where you're laughing so hard your head is thrown back while he's clearly saying something dramatic, a moment Anthony caught on camera.
There’s one where he is giving you a piggy back ride in Italy and one taken in his mom’s backyard, the two of you posing like the worst models.
His smile stretches wider with each photo he spots that features him, feeling warm that you cherish these memories just as much as he does.
Then he moves over to the living room and the cushions seem familiar. It takes a moment for him to realize it’s because they have the cases on them the two of you chose out together at a flea market in Berlin two years ago. He teased you, saying you’ll probably never use them, but now you’re proving him wrong.
His eyes continue roaming the room until they snag on the wall opposite him. His smile softens instantly. There’s a painting hanging over the couch, one he gifted you for your birthday three years ago. An abstract piece he found in a gallery and instantly thought the vibrant colors would fit you so well. He was afraid you wouldn’t like it, but here it is, hanging in your home years later.
“Snooping around, I see.” Your voice makes him turn. You're standing in the hallway now, duffel bag slung over your shoulder, another backpack hanging from one arm.
“Nice decor you have,” he nods towards the painting.
“Ah, yeah, right? Some rando just gave it to me,” you tease him, pulling a laugh out of him.
“Dude’s got taste,” he adds. “You’re done?”
“Yes. If I forgot anything I’ll just swing by.”
Harry nods and follows you out of the apartment, glancing back one last time, a smile tugging on his lips knowing he is there, in your home in the tiny details.
Unlike him, you’ve been at Harry’s place a million times, so there’s nothing surprising there. Walking into the spacious townhouse he bought a couple of years ago in Hampstead you already know the way to the guest rooms.
“The one facing the backyard has AC, use that one,” he tells you.
“Ah, I get the fancy room?” you tease him, standing on the stairs.
“You’re VIP,” he grins before he disappears down the hallway leading to the kitchen and you make your way up to the room.
He pours himself a glass of water and stares out the window sipping on it. That’s when he hears you shuffling around upstairs. The faint footsteps, the closet opening and closing, the facet in the bathroom turning on before you shut it off. He’s so used to being alone here, it’s an odd feeling having someone else here, but knowing it’s you warms him.
A couple of minutes later you appear in the kitchen as well.
“Hungry?” he asks, leaning onto the kitchen island and he catches your gaze jumping to his biceps just for the shortest second before shaking your head.
“I inhaled half of the catering at the stadium,” you admit, making him laugh.
“Well, feel free to raid the fridge anytime. And… you know where to find everything,” he chuckles.
“Thanks,” you smile at him bashfully. “And for letting me stay here too.”
“I didn’t let you, practically ordered you to stay,” he corrects you, making you laugh.
“Whatever. I’m gonna shower and then head to bed. Good show tonight.”
“Thanks,” he smiles softly before you nod and then head back upstairs.
Minutes later he hears the shower running in the guest bathroom and his thoughts are quick to wander. Knowing that you’re up there, standing under the shower naked has him going crazy. All evening he tried to convince himself it won’t be any different than staying at the same hotel, but it is. There’s a kind of domesticity in your presence he is not used to and it has him spiraling a bit.
He shakes his head, annoyed at himself.
“Get it together, Styles,” he mutters under his breath, finishing his water and forcing himself to move.
He has spent years being around you. Years of late nights, long drives, hotel rooms, dressing rooms and airports. He knows what your coffee order is, how you like your fries, the exact face you make when you’re trying not to laugh during serious moments.
So why does hearing you move around his house feel so different? Probably because you’re not here because you’re working late or because everyone decided to stay over after a party. You’re here because he asked you to be. Because he wanted to make things easier for you. Because a selfish part of him wanted you here, sharing the same living space, spending even more time together.
By the time he finally gets ready for bed, the house is completely quiet again. He walks past the guest room on his way to his bedroom and stops for a second, staring at the closed door. The ridiculous thought crosses his mind that maybe he should knock and say goodnight, but he is quick to shake it.
Instead, he lies in his bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, thinking of you sleeping just down the hallway until his spiraling thoughts eat him away and he finally falls asleep.
He is gonna have a rough couple of days.
***
The next few days pass in a blur. Somehow, somewhere between rushed mornings, stadium chaos and late-night drives back home, the weirdness of having you in his house disappears. It becomes normal, having you around not just while working but at the end of the day as well, when Harry retreats from being Harry Styles, the pop icon.
It probably helped that he didn’t need to act like a host because you didn’t act like a guest. It was like you belonged there, in his home and he realized he liked it a lot.
Having coffee with you in the morning, running to the grocery store together or grabbing lunch from the nearby Chinese restaurant. He liked finding you on the couch, typing away on your laptop or making calls when he came back from his run and he liked that on show days you left together, did your own things and went home together at the end of the night, had a a glass of wine or two on the patio before going to bed and starting it all over again.
When you got a call three days into your stay at Harry’s that your bathroom works will be postponed to next week Harry tried to focus on easing your stress instead of the absolute happiness he felt for having you at his place even longer. It’s like even fate wanted him to enjoy more of the time spent together.
It’s another show day and Harry is already downstairs, getting ready to leave while you’re still upstairs.
“Have you seen my charger?” he calls up.
“Which one?” comes your answer.
“The black one.”
“It’s in the kitchen!”
He runs into the kitchen and is not surprised to find the item he’s been looking for everywhere lying on the counter. Laughing at himself he walks back to the front door while tucking the cord into his totebag, just when you come down the stairs.
Glancing up he freezes for a second, because you’re wearing jean shorts and an old band tee. His band tee to be precise and you look a lot better in it than he ever did. He doesn’t even care that it's one of his favorite ones, he would be fine if you wore it from now on.
“Is that my shirt?” he asks, recovering.
You look up at him innocently.
“Is it?”
“Yes, it is,” he chuckles.
“Ah, it must have ended up in my pile of laundry.”
“Interesting, because I haven’t worn it in a while, so it was not even near the laundry,” he keeps teasing you with a growing smirk.
“Your memory is shit, Styles,” you wave at him dismissingly. “Let’s go, we’re gonna be late,” you say, changing the subject. Harry just shakes his head chuckling, but follows you out the door.
That stupid t-shirt messes with his head. Or to be more precise, seeing you wearing his clothes is what has his panties in a twist.
Every time you walk past him it’s like electricity buzzes through him. Then he starts picturing you more of his things. His running shorts. His shirt. His boxer briefs… It’s a trap he walked straight into.
When the show starts he manages to shut you out, but then you decide to go into the pit again. No matter how badly he fights the urge to ignore you, he can’t. During Dance No More he stops right in front of you, dancing while looking straight into your eyes. At first you just shake your head at him and try to shoo him away, but when he doesn’t, you end up mirroring his dance moves that makes him laugh.
“Okay, I accept defeat,” he says into the mic before finally moving on, the fans going crazy over what they just witnessed and that’s when you decide to return backstage.
By the time the show ends, Harry is still smiling. Partially because the show felt extra good tonight, but mostly because of the interaction he had with you and the thought that now he gets to go home with you.
“You’re in a good mood,” Mitch comments when they’re backstage, wiping sweat from his face.
Harry looks up from the bottle of water in his hand. “Am I?”
“Yes,” Anthony answers from beside him, his camera is still in his hand. “It’s actually slightly annoying.”
“Sorry my happiness is inconveniencing you,” Harry chuckles.
“Not the happiness,” Mitch says, pointing at him. “The lovesick teenage boy energy.”
Harry almost chokes on his water. “What?”
“Please, I’m kind of hurt you think I wouldn’t notice the change in you,” Mitch scoffs. “Besides, I know this exact feeling,” he adds, his gaze jumping over to Sarah who is talking to a crew member in the corner of the room.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harry shakes his head, but he can’t help the smile that tugs on his lips.
“Yeah, okay. Keep lying to yourself. See you tomorrow,” Mitch pats his shoulder before walking over to his wife.
Harry looks at Anthony who has his camera in front of his face and snaps a picture of him. Then he checks the screen and nods to himself.
“Yep, lovesick teenage boy,” he says before walking away.
Harry just shakes his head in disbelief before heading over to you, throwing his towel at you.
“Ew! Get your sweaty towel off me!” You cry out, throwing the towel right back at him.
“I’m gonna shower and then we can leave.”
“Take your time, you stink!” You call after him teasingly, to which he just flips you off before walking away.
By the time Harry finally finishes showering, you’re already waiting by his dressing room, scrolling through your phone.
“Done?” you ask, looking up from the screen.
“Squeaky clean,” he grins, proud of himself for quoting his own song. You just roll your eyes, but he spots the smile hiding in the corners of your mouth.
The ride home is the same. You’re talking about bits from the show and then sing along to some music, it’s been his favorite after-show ritual lately.
Arriving home you’re already heading into the kitchen to pour the usual glass of wine for the two of you while Harry heads up to his room to drop his stuff off before joining you downstairs. Just outside his bedroom he starts to feel like something is off, but only realizes what it is when he walks in.
It feels like hell in there. It’s hotter than in a sauna.
“What the…” He grabs his phone to check the app that’s connected to the AC system in the house and sees that the one in his bedroom is not working. He taps on it several times, but it just wouldn’t turn on.
Then he digs out the remote, hoping to start it with that, but that doesn’t work either. It’s dead.
“Hey, what’s taking you so long?” You walk in with two glasses of wine, but instantly feel the heat in his room. “Holy shit, did you set your room on fire or something?”
“The AC is not working,” he sighs in defeat.
“Damn, okay, no worries. We can call someone tomorrow,” you say, handing him one of the wines. He takes a big gulp, since it’s pretty cold at least.
“Sure. I’ll just sleep in the other guest room tonight,” he says, but then he quickly realizes. “Fuck, there’s no AC there either,” he groans, his head rolling back in frustration. “Okay, then the couch it is for tonight.”
“What?” your eyes widen. “You’re not sleeping on the couch, you need to rest, you have a show tomorrow.”
“Where else am I gonna sleep then?” he chuckles helplessly.
“In my room. I’ll take the couch,” you say right away.
“Absolutely not,” he shakes his head.
“Harry–”
“No.”
“You need to fucking sleep! In a bed!” you argue, slightly raising your voice from the frustration of how stubborn he is being.
“And you don’t need the rest? You’re working too, Y/N.”
“Yeah, but I’m not performing at Wembley.”
“You’re not sleeping on the couch in my house,” he states, making you roll your eyes.
“Well, you’re not sleeping on the couch in your house either.”
“Y/N, I’m not taking your bed–”
“It’s your bed in your guest room in your house.”
“No, right now it’s your bed.”
“Jesus, you’re so fucking annoying!” you growl. “Then we’re sharing the bed,” you then say, surprising probably the both of you.
“What?” he chuckles awkwardly.
“It’s big enough, we can just share it tonight and then we can have the AC fixed tomorrow. No big deal,” you explain and this time he can’t argue.
Well, he would love to, but he would rather not say out loud his arguments. He can’t just say he doesn’t want to share the bed because it’s too intimate for him and he would very likely spiral, so he chickens out and just nods.
“Okay. I guess… you’re right.”
Satisfaction takes over your expression.
“See? There was no need to be this dramatic about the whole situation,” you say, taking a sip from your wine. Harry’s eyebrows arch.
“I’m literally the least dramatic person you know.”
You look at him and that look speaks for you.
“Okay,” he sighs. “That might be a lie,” he mumbles.
You carry on with the evening as usual. It’s still so hot outside that you don’t sit on the patio too long, just until you both finish your wine and then head back inside. Harry uses his own bathroom and you use the guest one just like every evening since you’ve been here.
But once he is done he feels ridiculous for being nervous at the thought of going over to your room and get in bed beside you.
“Get your shit together,” he mumbles to himself before finally making his way down the hallway.
The door is open and you’re already sitting on the bed, scrolling on your phone when he walks in. When you look up you smile softly at him that already has his stomach sinking.
“Come on in! Make yourself home!” you gesture at the bed. Harry chuckles.
“Well, it is my home.”
“Shut up,” you flip him off as he takes the right side of the bed.
Tentatively he sits on the edge at first, then a little awkwardly lies down.
“Are you going to lie like a board all night?” you tease him.
“What if I am?” he scoffs.
“Okay, do whatever you want. It really is your home,” you say teasingly.
Harry wills himself to relax and get under the covers finally. The bed is big. Big enough that you’ll probably not touch all night, but Harry is still worried.
“I hope you haven’t started snoring since the last time we slept in the same room,” you break the silence. Harry peeks over at you.
“You’re the one who snores.”
You gape at him dramatically.
“I told you I don’t snore!”
“Can you hear yourself while sleeping?” he arches an eyebrow.
“Well, of course not. I’m sleeping!”
“Okay, I have heard you. And you were definitely snoring.”
That’s a lie. It was just loud breathing probably, but he loves teasing you with that, he loves seeing you get all heated up while defending yourself.
“Yeah? Then you fart all night!”
At that, you both stay silent for a second before uncontrollable laughter bursts right out of you both.
“Fart all night? That’s the best you could come up with?” Harry asks, wiping the tears away from his eyes.
“Did you want me to say you pee your pants?” you wheeze out, making him laugh even harder.
It takes long minutes for you to calm down, silence settling over the room. Now Harry feels a lot less awkward about the whole bed sharing situation.
“Goodnight, Harry,” you whisper at last.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replies and falls asleep with a smile on his face.
***
Harry wakes up before his alarm, which is unusual. With his eyes still closed he buries his face further into the pillow and at first the scent doesn’t even register, your scent all over the pillow. Then feels the warmth, not excruciating, but definitely warmer than what he feels in the morning. Almost like… A body. Pressed against his.
The memories of the two of you fighting over the bed situation last night creep back into his mind and then he slowly puts the picture together before he even opens his eyes, that it’s you who’s pressed up against him.
he is lying on his side, one arm stretched out forward, right under the pillow on which your head is resting. You’re lying with your back plastered against his front, his other arm thrown over your waist, his palm touching your bare stomach where your top has ridden up in your sleep. Your legs are tangled together and the cherry on top is what’s happening around your midsections.
Spooning you his crotch is perfectly pressed up against your ass and just to make things even more interesting, he is sporting an erection.
It’s all settling in slowly but surely, his pulse picking up and then he completely freezes when you stir in your sleep and rub your ass even more against his cock. A silent groan slips from his lips. He’s still groggy and half asleep, but he can tell this should not be happening.
The rational part of his brain is screaming at him to pull back and get as far from her as possible, but that voice is tuned out as he takes a deep breath and your scent fills his nose, making his cock twitch from the need to touch you. He stays put, slight panic creeping up his spine as he tries to figure out what to do, but that’s when you start moving again. At first he thinks you’re just wriggling in your sleep, but after a few seconds he realizes it’s different.
You’re rubbing against him. Like, fully rubbing.
His muscles flex as he tries to control himself, another groan bubbling from him as he dances on the edge of a very dangerous territory.
You must be still asleep and it’s just an instinct, it’s totally normal to get horny in your dreams, he tells himself, so he shouldn’t take advantage of it, but it’s getting so fucking hard to resist.
But then…
“Harry…” you breathe out, arching even more against him and that’s when he snaps.
His hand that’s been on your stomach grips your hip and he finally lets himself grind against you, creating more friction and making you both moan.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he keeps moving his hips, his cock straining against his briefs.
Your hand finds his on your hips and taking it you tug it towards your core. He is quick to realize what you need and he gladly slips his hand under the elastic of your sleeping shorts, cupping your heated cunt at first, before gliding two fingers between your wet folds.
“Yes, please,” you groan, head falling back and he rests his forehead against your shoulder as he keeps rocking against you, his fingers slipping inside you.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes, feeling like he is losing his mind as you grind against his palm and cock at the same time, chasing your own relief while he is inching closer to his as well.
Your hands find his that’s under the pillow, gripping the sheets and you bring it to your mouth, placing an open-mouthed kiss into his palm at first but then bite the tender skin when his fingers inside you hit the right spot.
“More,” you choke out.
The hand you bit moves to your chest, slipping under your top, palming your breast and you arch into his touch, eager to get more of him. You’re both close to the edge, panting and moaning, Harry is in a state of disbelief and overflowing joy at what’s happening and that’s when the bubble is popped.
His phone starts to ring on the nightstand, loud and sharp, making you both jerk at the interruption. You both move away and sit up, looking at each other like you were just caught doing something you shouldn’t have, the pleasure you were feeling quickly morphing into shock and panic.
The phone is still ringing and Harry snatches it clearing his throat before answering the call. He tries his best to focus on whatever is being said to him, but his mind is still stuck from just moments ago when he was basically dry-humping you and he was very much on the edge of coming.
“Yeah,” he croaks out. “Sure, I’ll head over.”
When he ends the call you’ve moved to the very edge of the bed, an unreadable expression on your face.
“I need to go to the stadium, something is wrong with the sound system, they need to do an emergency sound check,” he tells you and you nod. He hesitates for a second then tries to reach out towards you just when you jump out of the bed.
“Then we need to get ready,” you say, looking everywhere but at him.
“Y/N…”
“I’m gonna take a shower and then… You know what? You’ll have to go alone, I have some errands to run.”
That’s a fat lie, he knows. But he doesn’t call you out as you practically sprint into the bathroom, shutting him out. He stays there, sitting and staring after you for a few more seconds, absolutely no idea what to do. He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a frustrated breath as he stands and walks out of the room. He is dying to go after you and talk to you, ask you what you’re thinking, but the look on your face sent a clear message that talking to him was the last thing you wanted to do. He definitely doesn’t want to push you too far, so he is left with drawing his own conclusions and right now those are pretty clear.
You regretted it and now everything is fucked.
***
You don’t go to the stadium with him and when he returns home you’re gone. He fights the urge to call you and beg you to come back and talk to him, but instead he just texts you that the issue has been solved, to which you just reply with liking his message.
He is on the edge, waiting for you to return until the very last minute he needs to leave for tonight’s show, but you text him you’ll just get a taxi to the stadium, he doesn’t have to wait for you. Harry swallows down the disappointment, but forces himself to carry on.
He has done this a thousand times. Walk into a stadium, leave everything else behind, become the person everyone came to see, except today he is having a hard time shutting his mind off. He keeps looking for you everywhere as he goes through his usual pre-show rituals, but you’re nowhere to be found. But he knows you’re there, because everything gets done, it’s just as if a ghost is doing your job.
When he steps out onto the stage he more or less manages to get his focus straight, but he can tell he is not giving his best performance. He can only hope the fans won’t notice it. When he runs out to his short break after Fine Line and he is on his way back, that’s when he runs into you for the first time.
“Hey, you’re here,” he stops in his tracks.
“Of course, where else would I be?” you ask with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. He is debating being late for the next set just to talk to you.
“Are we going home together afterwards?” he ends up asking.
“Sure,” you nod shortly, though your expression has him worried. He doesn’t have time to talk more however.
He somehow gets through the second half of the show, even kind of gets more into the flow after the short interaction with you, but once he is off the stage he is eager to get home with you as soon as possible so you can talk.
When he walks out of his dressing room and you’re there relief washes over him. Part of him was afraid you might ditch him and say you’re spending the night at your sister’s place.
“Ready?” he asks, slinging his bag over his shoulder and you nod.
The ride home is suffocating. Silence takes over the car and it’s driving Harry crazy how just hours ago in the morning he had his hands on your body and now you feel miles away even though you’re sitting right beside him.
He is working up the courage to start a conversation when you walk into the house and that’s when realization hits him.
“Fuck,” he breathes out.
“What?” you ask him.
“I forgot… I didn’t get anyone to fix the AC.”
You stare back at him for a second, expression unreadable.
“That’s okay. I’ll just sleep on the couch,” you say at last.
“No, Y/N.”
“Shut up, I’m not arguing about this tonight,” you snap back, but it triggers something in him.
“Oh, okay. Then let’s argue about why you’ve been avoiding me all day.”
“I was not avoiding you.”
“What a fucking lie,” he scoffs in disbelief, his bluntness making your eyes widen.
“I’m not having this conversation, Harry,” you shake your head.
“Why?” he challenges.
“What?” you blink at him.
“Why are you not having this conversation?”
Your jaw tightens as you stare back at him.
“Because I don’t think there’s anything to talk about.” Your voice is low and steady, but he can see the tornado behind your eyes. Harry lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head.
“Nothing to talk about?”
He takes a step closer, but stops himself before he gets too close. He’s not going to corner you, not when you already look like you’re moments away from running away again.
“Y/N, this morning we were moments away from making each other come.”
“I know,” you hiss.
“And then you just ran away.”
“I did not.”
“You locked yourself in the bathroom and didn’t come out until I was gone.”
“Okay, fine!” you snap. “I’ve been avoiding you. Happy? Can we move on?”
“No, not until we walk about this!”
“There is nothing to talk about!” Your voice is raised, chest heaving as you stare back at him.
“I beg to differ,” he scoffs.
“Then let me rephrase it. I’m not gonna listen to you say it was a mistake and we shouldn’t have done it.”
That hits him hard in the head and chest, his anger quickly morphing into confusion.
“What?” he asks quietly.
“Don’t give me this lost puppy face,” you huff out a dry laugh. “That’s where we would have ended up at. You saying shit like let’s pretend it never happened and just go back to how it was, so I was just cutting it short.” Your voice wavers at the end and it finally clicks for Harry.
You weren’t acting this way because you regretted it, you did it because you thought he would want to forget about it. The realization hits him so hard he almost laughs, except there is nothing funny about it.
“Y/N…” he breathes out.
You look away, suddenly uncomfortable now that you’ve said it out loud.
“Don’t,” you mumble.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t stand there looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you feel bad for me.”
Something in his chest twists as he takes a step closer.
“Y/N, that’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?” you ask, looking back at him. “Because I know you, Harry. I know you better than almost anyone. You’re going to tell me you didn’t mean it, that you were caught up in the moment, that it’s complicated and we shouldn’t ruin what we have.” A tear rolls down your cheek, but you continue. “And you know what? You’re right, it’s way too complicated and I feel stupid, because there’s no way you–”
He cuts you off with a rough kiss, making you instantly forget what you were talking about as you melt into his arms. It’s desperate, passionate and ignites a fire inside you in an instant. It’s also speaking for him, loud and clear, because as his tongue licks into your mouth you have no doubt he did not regret what happened in the morning, in fact, he is aching for more.
You’re fisting his shirt and his fingers dig into your waist, pulling you even closer, though that’s not possible anymore. His hands then start roaming your body, your back, your ass and then thighs before he grabs the back of them and urges you to jump, legs curling around his waist as he holds you.
He carries you up the stairs without breaking the kiss, but you both start laughing when he almost slips, throwing you both down the stairs.
“Fuck, please don’t kill us now,” you laugh, planting a hand onto the wall next to you.
“That would be pretty unfortunate,” he grins, but then his face turns serious for a second and he even puts you down. Standing on the step above him, you’re about the same height. “This is real, Y/N. I want you, so fucking bad, I’ve wanted you for so long and–”
Now you’re the one cutting him off with a kiss, though it’s a lot less aggressive than his. When you pull back, you just smile at him.
“It’s real. Now would you just keep talking or we could–”
The words turn into a laugh as he picks you up, running into your room so fast, you haven’t seen him move this fast before, not even on stage. He throws you onto the bed and once he is on top of you, the broken AC in his room is long forgotten, along with all the unnecessary tension you put each other through today.
***
The heatwave is still raging, melting London and Wembley Stadium, but the residency continues. The show blows up the place as usual and Harry parades around the stage in his slutty little shorts, as they are now officially called.
It’s the part of the show where everyone is moved out to the runway, bringing the show even closer to the fans in the pit. Harry is dripping from sweat as he dances past Mitch.
“Feeling hot?” the guitarist asks, trying to shout over the music. Harry laughs nodding as he saunters closer, Mitch then leans over to his ear. “Did you get your AC fixed?”
“What AC?” he asks, confused.
“In your fucking bedroom! Have you been sleeping in hell all week?” he asks, but then it clicks for the both of them. “Holy shit!” Mitch laughs as Harry just dances away with a knowing smile. “Holy shit! You and Y/N!” he shouts after him.
But Harry just giggles and grabs his mic and then starts singing.
“Ready, steady, go!”
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when someone leaks that oscar piastri is a young father, oscar feels like his whole world is about to cave in as he tries to protect you and your daughter.
oscar piastri x f!reader ୨୧ warnings : language, fan culture, tabloids/hate comments, invasion of privacy ୨୧ note : n e ways– oscar gave me baby fever so enjoy 😅 if you enjoy don't forget to comment/reblog!
📅 august 30, 2025
deuxmoi an insider has just leaked exclusive photos and information of formula one driver, oscar piastri, stating that him and long-time girlfriend, y/n, have been parents since 2022. the pictures provided have been revealed to come from y/n's private instagram that reportedly only close family and friends follow.
the insider states that while they can't give away too many details, they confirmed that their daughter's name starts with an 'r'.
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user WHOA WTF OSCAR'S A DAD???? THIS WAS NOT ON MY BINGO LIST
user not them covering the kid's face with a koala cause oscar is australian 😭😭 why is that actually kind of cute
user someone is about to lose their job 😬 hope the quick cash was worth it
user all those jokes about us calling yn mother and HERE SHE WAS AN ACTUAL MOTHER THE WHOLE TIME
user omggggg that picture of oscar with baby r is literally the cutest thing in the world
user he looks so young in it too 🥺
user so apparently oscar's stroke game is just too good huh 🤨
user sorry we doubt you king 😔
user have they never heard of protection??? seriously how could someone with a career like oscar's be so careless 🙄
user at least deuxmoi covered the kid's face...
user wowow wtf is wrong with people???
user what kind of person would expose something like this????
user clearly someone without anything better to do
user no offense... but i doubt oscar does any parenting with how often he's probably gone
user just say oscar isn't your favorite driver and move along 😪
user maybe yn should be more careful on who she lets follow her private account and this wouldn't have happened 🙄 typically pick me wag behavior
user hey!! your comment is a little unnecessary, not yn's fault someone she thought she would trust decided to leak the photos
f1gossipupdates oscar piastri talks about recent rumors of him being a father.
🎙️ : so, oscar– first off congratulations on the win
OP : thank you 🙂
🎙️ : secondly, we have to ask about the recent rumors that have come out this weekend. would you like to make any statement about them?
OP : umm, i mean nothing really to say except that my family's privacy has clearly been invaded. my daughter has nothing to do with racing, and i plan to keep it that way. she's still growing into her own person and i would like to keep her out of the spotlight until she is able to decide whether she wants to be seen or not. the pictures going around were taken from my girlfriend's private instagram that she uses to share those pictures with long-distance friends and family, so quite disheartening to see them being used to 'expose' our daughter.
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user OH HE'S MAD MAD GUYS
user can you blame him though 😭 someone literally just exposed the biggest secret of his life during his wdc title fight 😭😭 i would be pissed too
user he handled that better than i would have honestly
user not saying he wouldn't be but oscar seems like a great dad so i hope fans respect his daughter's privacy
user kind of weird that she got pregnant and oscar didn’t marry her 🤨 cause he def gives the vibe of marrying his gf if he knocked her up
user frrrrrrr maybe he didn’t marry her so it would be easier to leave her if he wanted 🤣🤣
user i wonder what their baby's name is???
user heard some theories it might be rosé or reba but no one knows for sure and i doubt we'll ever find out
ynln and oscarpiastri updated their stories !
📅 december 7, 2025
clip #1 — baby piastri spotted running to oscar after the race
the clip is taken from the grandstand, zooming in on oscar as he's standing in parc fermé trying to cooldown from the race he just finished.
that's when the camera catches oscar turning his head and large smile breaking out onto his features as he's kneeling. that's when a tiny body jumps into his arms and he stands to his full height, hugging his daughter close to him. you are then seen coming up to join oscar and your daughter, the australian driver holding one arm out so that you could join in on the hug.
the clip zooms in even more to catch oscar kissing you sweetly on the lips before he's kissing your daughter on her cheek as she smiles brightly at him.
💬 comments :
👤 : oh those are HIS girls
👤 : oscar didn't win the championship but he sure won the family lottery
👤 : still hate that someone went and leaked baby r's existence before oscar and yn was ready, but i'm glad it didn't stop them from bringing her to the last race
👤 : i agree... i think oscar really enjoys having yn and their daughter at the races with him
👤 : BABY R WAS AT THE RACE 😱 NOT A THREE YEAR OLD GOING TO MORE F1 RACES THAN ANY OF US EVERY WILL 😭 life is truly unfair mannnnnn 😭😭
📅 december 25, 2026
🔒 privyn rowen told oscar every room needed a tree🎄 so guess what every room got 😂
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oscarpiastri ❤️❤️❤️
nicolepiastri she's getting so big 🤧 can't wait to see you guys soon
hattiepiastri still can't believe oscar made literally the cutest baby everr
oscarpiastri thanks 😑
lando lmaoooo why is she making that last face 😂
privyn oscar made a lame joke and she wasn't impressed
ediepiastri glad to see you and ro putting some whimsy into oscar's life 😆 it was very much needed
privyn can never have too much whimsy is what ro says 😆
📅 march 29, 2026
ynln godzilla was r's favorite thing from japan 🇯🇵🗼
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oscarpiastri taking home a trophy and several godzilla action figures
ynln i'm afraid japan unlocked a new obsession 🤭
user STOP THATS SO CUTE– r being so cute and obsessed with godzilla is literally so adorable
user glad to see oscar and yn letting r explore different interests!
lando cutest godzilla lover i know
haasf1team hope she liked our livery this weekend then 🙌
ynln she was obsessed with it! thank you for letting us come by to see it 🖤 hope ollie is okay ❤️
olliebearman a little bruised but i'm good!
user the cherry blossom emoji to cover r's face is very on brand for this japan dump
user little r coloring in hospitality 🤧🤧 she seems so well behaved
user oscar is so boring cause he gave all the potential personality to his daughter
user OMG I SAW THEM WALKING AROUND THE PADDOCK ON SATURDAY!!! YN AND R WERE VISITING SOME OF THE OTHER WAGS
user ohhhhhhh they took r to japan 🥺🥺 seems like she had a good time too
clip #2 – oscar was joined by his daughter during his post-race interview
"uh, yeah, pace was really good today. very happy with the results. turns out we're not so bad when we actually start a race."
both oscar and the interview laugh a little bit. the sky sport's interview is about to ask another question, when oscar suddenly looks down. the camera just barely catches the top part of a tiny head now standing in front of oscar before arms were also appearing, gently patting oscar's stomach.
"daddy up," the microphone just barely catches and oscar can't bother to hide the smile on his face as he looks down at his daughter. then without a second thought, oscar leans down and picks the small girl up. him holding rowen on his hip as she immediately rests her head on his shoulder – clearly content with being held.
"hope you don't mind someone joining us," oscar says as he fixes his daughter's sweater.
"would you say your daughter was a good luck charm for this race?"
"probably, but i wish her good luck would have kicked in back in australia," oscar laughs looking from the camera to rowen. "either way, p2 is a great result for the team, so i'm glad i was able to start and finish this one."
rowen is caught watching as her father talks into the red and blue microphone. her bright eyes then looking towards the microphone and seemingly curious about it.
"daddy, what's that?" she interrupts him, leaning forward to where her tiny fingers just barely grazed the microphone.
"it's a microphone, baby, they use it so people watching on tv can hear me," he explains softly, his hand coming up to gently move her hand away.
💬 comments :
👤 : STOP SHE'S SO CUTE I LOVE BABY R SO MUCH 🥺🥺
👤 : oh that little girl has oscar wrapped around her finger. i've never seen oscar look this soft before
👤 : "i wish her good luck would have kicked in back in australia" OSCAR STOPPPPP 😭😭😭 IM SCREAMING
👤 : i love how oscar doesn't ask where she came from and just picks her up without thinking 😂😂😂😂
👤 : using this as future evidence when haters try to say that oscar doesn't care for his daughter
📅 april 26, 2026
oscar81updates oscar talks about baby r in recent interview and what it was like becoming a young parent in his recent interview.
🎙️ : so, it's been a year since it was revealed you have a daughter. you had her at a young age, what was that like? having to juggle going from f2 to f1 while also learning how to change diapers.
🐨 : it was definitely something i struggled with learning how to do, but more so learning how to juggle being a racer and a dad. me and my girlfriend we both struggled i think, and there were times i thought i was failing the both of them. but y/n was always there to pick me up even when she was exhausted. i'm thankful that my parents really helped us in the first year. they really helped me grow more confident in being both a loving dad and partner; i was able to be there for y/n like she was for me.
🎙️ : how does your daughter feel about you being an f1 driver? does she realize what you do and why you are constantly leaving?
🐨 : umm, she knows i drive a really fast car. she's always had that kind of understanding, we have pictures of my car along with my old helmets all over the house, so she's grown up with seeing the f1 cars. when she was about two, she was obsessed with the little hot wheels cars, and so i was constantly buying them whenever i went to a new country for her. she still plays with them, we got her one of the race tracks – the one with the shark – and she played the hell out of it.
at the very beginning when she was like one and half to two years old, she was always very distraught when i left. she would burst into tears whenever she seen my suitcase by the door. i remember she even took her first steps towards my suitcase, not me or y/n, because she wanted to push it away *laughs* it very cute and we were both shocked. but now she does much better with me leaving, i always tell her that i'll call her and to watch me on tv. obviously, she still has her moments where she throws full tantrums, but she's four so it doesn't surprise me and usually me holding her and rocking her gets her to stop.
🎙️ : i bet you've almost missed your flights cause of that!
🐨 : oh, one thousand percent, but i wouldn't trade it for the world. i hate leaving knowing that she's crying. it really messes with me.
🎙️ : has she been to any races?
🐨 : yeah, she’s been to a few. we don’t take her to a lot just because it can be a lot for someone so young. we didn’t start taking her to any until 2024, and that was only a handful. she’s been to the australian one for the past three years. she’s been to the british and monaco one, and we also took her to abu dhabi last year.
🎙️ : i remember seeing the clips of your daughter running up to you after the race.
🐨 : *laughs* yeah, seeing her run to me kind of just… i felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. and i knew that even if i wasn’t world champion, i was still champion to her — as cheesy as that sounds, and i wouldn’t change it for the world.
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user dad!oscar is my fav genre of oscar 🤧
user he may not be my favorite driver but i have mad respect for him and how he's able to balance such a crazy life
user so glad he's more comfortable talking about his daughter now 🥺 you can really tell how much love he has for her
user like that's HIS baby
user omg r being obsessed with hot wheels is so cute and them even getting her one of the tracks too STOPPPPPPPP
user so being obsessed with cars is just a piastri thing then 😂😂 bless y/n's heart for now having two car obsessed people lmaooooo
user still can't wrap my head around oscar being a dad 😵💫😵💫 certified dilf if you ask me
📅 may 9, 2026
oscar81updates oscar was spotted attending his daughter's dance recital in monaco last night and also posted an update of r in her recital outfit.
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user oh he looks so proud of her 🥺🥺🥺
user this just confirms that oscar was always meant to be a girl dad
user dude grew up with three younger sisters, it would have been weird if he WASN'T a girl dad lmao
user i heard the dance recital was for mother's day which i think makes it even sweeter, so glad he was able to go see her dance
user i love that he's slowly posting just a little bit of r here and there
user glad he can trust us 🤧
user NO ONE RUIN THIS FOR US GUYS I SWEAR TO GOD
user 2026 is the year of girl dad!oscar and i'm LIVING for it
user oscar living in peace now that he doesn't have to worry about winning a championship with that tractor mclaren like to call a car
user he literally looks so happy to be there watching his daughter
user normalize not recording celebrities in public esp when they are at private events or with their kids 😭😭
📅 may 10, 2026
oscarpiastri happy mother's day to the love of my life and the one who always keeps me steady and sane. every year i grow more and more thankful to you, my dear y/n, and i know i'm not usually good with words, but i hope you know how much i truly adore and love you.
i remember when we first started dating you asked me if i believed in soulmates, and i told you no. and i didn't. but i realize that even if i didn't believe in them at the time, you were always my soulmate. my other half. the mother of my daughter, my precious world. last year was a crazy whirlwind for us and i'm glad we got through the storm together.
i love you so much, y/n 🧡
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ynln oh oscar 🥺 you are literally so sweet and i love you so much
lando happy mother's day y/n! oscar would literally be a chicken without its head if it wasn't for you and little r 😂
mclarenf1 happy mother's day y/n 🧡🧡
user can't believe we got sappy oscar before gta6
user omg i literally can't 🥹🥹 the different photos throughout the year has me SOBBING
user such a beautiful family!
user omg that first slide is from the originally ones that were leaked!!
user oscar reclaiming that picture from the loser who leaked it to begin with 🙂↕️🙂↕️
user the mixture of pics of yn by herself and with r are so sweet 🥹 she's literally so gorg
user oscar pulling such a pretty girl just isn't fair 😤😤
f1atelier photos are just placeholders! yn doesn't have an actual faceclaim please imagine yourself or whoever you want in these pictures! thanks.
about the reading: you're max little sister and usually all his friends respect the unspoken rule of not hitting on you like they usually want to. everyone but lando. he made it his personal job to rile you up and keep you warm. all for a secret he is never ready to face.
cards contained in this reading: lando norris x fem!fewtrell!reader, 6k words, friends with benefits/secret relationship, teasing and lying, smut, handjob m receiving, unprotected p in v, mean lando, reader being called a slut, a lil angsty in the end
a/n: i physically can't write shorter fics atm but it seems like long fics can't let me go either. anyway enjoy, feedbacks are always appreciated 💋🖤
dimmed lights and chatter filled the house with an atmosphere of something thick and unsaid. hot air, mixed alcohol and sweat was in the vibration more than it was necessary in your opinion and even the high pitched laughter of the girl group over there in the packed kitchen started to irritated you.
the song that played irritated you, sitting on this spot on the sofa irritated you and the drink that was too bitter for your liking irritated you just as well. pietra knew how much you hated bitter drinks. max knew how much you hated parties and lando knew how much you hated him just in this moment.
swirling the blue liquid that drew shapes in the plastic cup you tried to avoid his eyes that were shamelessly on you from all the way across the room. it was max's birthday party, of course he would be here too. of course he would sit across the room, listen to max talk like he heard a word he said and flirt with everything that had a pussy. of course he would then look you up and down, like a snake sizing up a prey and then bite his lower lip like he actually wants to take a bite. fucking pathetic.
the blonde he brought along was one that was not foreign to you. she and lando has been filling busy mouths and gossip pages for a while now she was smaller than him, paper white teeth and a picture perfect smile. she looks perfect and absolutely and utterly fake in your eyes. just the convenient candy on his arm and someone else to make jealous. she probably doesn’t even know about you. however she doesn’t seem much bothered that lando seems to flirt with other girls right in front of her.
you’re starring. and lando feels his blood cook so fucking hot for you. it’s that confidence that courses through his veins, up to his brain and his dick. so sure of himself that he knows you’re ready to do about everything only if he asked.
he pulls his phone out in a relaxed manner, not bothering one more look your way. he had already noticed that the group you were sitting with bored you to death. he had noticed the way you would cross one leg over the other, turning slightly away from them, thumb teasing the rim of the red plastic. not that he would care that you looked bored. even if you had fun, he would find a way to bother you.
rat: you look so fine. do you wear this skirt to get my attention?
looking at the text once your phone lights up in your hand, you can feel the irritation spike into the sky the moment you see who it is from. and what it says.
the skirt was a new one. black and shiny, tight and looking so good on you in a perfect fit. you loved how it sparkled in the blue party lights. however, you definitely didn’t wear it to get his stupid attention. if you wore a potato sack he would probably go feral for that too. fucking arrogant ass.
you: don’t flatter yourself asshole… not everything i do is for you
landos lips pull into a small smirk at your snarky remark. god, how he loves to get under your skin. it’s his most favorite thing to do. getting you all riled up so you fight him back a little. make it extra spicy so he has an excuse to put you in your place and show you exactly who is playing the game and who is just the puppet. he pulls all the right string at the right time, not even caring that max is standing right beside him.
max obviously doesn’t know that his best friend fucks his sister on some occasions and that you’re so deep into it, you could probably never recover if lando told you he never wants to see you again. he has always trusted lando, and you of course too. enough that he couldn’t even make out what was going on behind his back. you two bickered, called each other names and thats a day. only that this was exactly the kind of foreplay to get into the mood. for lando, that is.
rat: oh? does that mean most of what you do is?
infuriating. so much, you can’t help but roll your eyes. he’s not just getting under your skin, he’s crawling there at this point. like a fucking parasite just waiting to consume you whole and drain you of all your energy. so why do you let him? good question, only one answer.
the next text comes only a few seconds after he realised you already started to ignore him. lando hates being ignored. by someone else? he doesn’t care. by you? oh thats your way of being petty, he’s sure about it.
rat: your room in 10. i’m horny.
you see the message and get that feeling he is messing with you. he can’t be fucking serious. he’s calling you for a quick session right with max beside him? on his own birthday party? it only takes your brother one curious look into the brits phone to see what you two are up to. not that he would ever find out on his own. max is an obvious person. it took him days to figure out that you broke up with your ex and only because pietra told him why it is you were crying for days. she on the other hand can’t keep her mouth shut, even if her life depended on it. two make a pair.
you: the fuck we will
the answer comes way too late. ten minutes have turned into impatient five on landos clock and he excuses himself from the group. like an innocent gentleman, laughing it off and not giving answers when needed. big questioning eyes from the longing girl besides him follow as he disappears into the hallway and you contemplate if you should feel bad.
you can't just follow him upstairs when his girlfriend is right there. you know he doesn’t care. but maybe you should be the one to do the caring then for both of you. it’s either that or you being tired of giving into him that easily.
it shouldn’t have started at all but it was too fucking easy. too good to let it pass and too nice to forget. it was the evening after the silverstone race and max dragged you along. lando won, one too many drinks and you somehow ended up with him carrying you back to the hotel since your heels were killing your feet.
it was in the way his hand gripped your thigh so he doesn’t drop you, the way his red ralph laurent scent clung to him like an intoxicating cloud. the way that one stray curl would fall shamelessly in his forehead, giving him that somewhat boyish look and it had you running your hand through his hair time by time.
back then, you giggled it off drunkly. you moaned it out the following night and next morning you regretted the shit out of it. you were nowhere to be found and you ignored max texts and nagging answers all day only because guilt was choking you like an invisible hand.
it subsided so quickly it was embarrassing. you could see his texts, feel his hands on you and hear his words in your ear even when he wasn’t there. like a ghost haunting your head. and suddenly lando was everywhere.
you’re letting him wait. on purpose. you don’t even want to go upstairs. but then your body moves on its own. standing up from the sofa with a determination that pietras question stays unanswered in the thick air. but you’re already gone.
your footsteps on the stairs are too loud, your heart beating in anticipation is too eager and your eyes find him too fast, leaning there in the hallway beside your door and looking in his phone nonchalantly.
landos head shoots up once you brush past him, unlocking your door you always keep locked at your bothers parties. you made sure the last time that no one is going to fuck on your bed one more time only because it was empty…
"fuck you…" you mutter, earning a deep chuckle from him thats brushing just the right amount of goosebumps over your skin and ringing in the unsaid rivalry of the moment between want and despise.
the brit closes the door behind you two with a soft click and locking it, watching you let yourself fall on your bed and starring at the ceiling. he knows you. those stubborn eyes avoiding his, preferring the white bedroom lamp over his obvious presence.
legs hanging from the edge, chest rising and falling and your skirt riding up just enough to reveal your upper thigh. lando just watches you with lazy eyes and a hunger he needs to satisfy. slowly walking over to you, you can feel it in his touch he’s a few drinks in. his hands grip you just right. not too much, not too loose when he parts your legs, getting in between them.
"you’re really going to ignore me?" he asks, voice low like even the walls could spill your secrets for you right into your brothers lap. but that warm feel on your cool thighs makes you forget max like a spell. makes you forget that this is a dirty secret meant to be whispered and not yelled like your heart craves to. the heat in his gaze burns them up anyways.
hooking them around his waist, lando comes to lean down to be finally face to face with you. just inches from your face, his lips are physically so close but mentally so far that you fear he just came to play tonight. with all the attention around you wouldn’t even wonder. it wouldn’t be the first time.
you lock your legs around him. but only loosely. he can’t know you crave him this bad. not that you need to say it. you don’t answer at all, but your reaction does it for you. not being able to look away, pupils wide and fixed on him like he’s the answer. like he's the sinner and the saint.
landos fingertips glide over the smooth skin of your legs and teasing the hem of the skirt. he settles them on your hips. grounding, determined, knowing you can’t say no to him. so who is he to deny you?
"look at you… so pretty and so needy for my touch… aren’t you?" landos lips ghost over yours only to watch with satisfaction when yours chase him. arching just enough to pursue the target but not enough to be pathetic. yet.
"fuck no..." it comes out so breathy. so unbelieving he laughs for a short second. the attempt to growl, to appear mad when your legs are already around him. silver necklace dangling provokingly between your boobs in the nice corset top he already fantasized about taking off of you and grabbing onto what’s rightfully his. "you’re just so cocky now because you drank… look for someone else to entertain you. like the blonde you brought along."
lando knew you had a good amount of drinks too. just enough to make you dizzy and your tongue loose. you get so sweetly jealous when there’s alcohol on your tongue. want in your fingertips when they twitch beside your head, craving to touch him. that curl again.
the smirk on his face while never breaking eye contact. he’s calculating you. summing together tonights events so he knows how to respond to you. to your heart. he leans down, pressing a kiss on your collarbone and looking up at you with soft eyes that promise fidelity.
"she’s pr, baby" he murmurs agains your skin, hands sliding down to rest under your thighs now, fingers splaying out to grab more of you.
"pr...?" you repeat unbelieving, more than actually asking and you hate how much the knot in your chest loosens at the confirmation. "does puppy eyes know about this too?"
the asshole laughs like he has a right to find your jokes funny. and you grow more annoyed as if he won’t take care of exactly that later. "yes, pr. she’s just there to make me look good, and i’m there to boost her fame. it’s just a stupid agreement… i’m here with you anyways, aren’t i?"
you huff, this whole story sounding exactly like something lando would do. maybe he takes her out for nice dates too for pr. or kissing her secretly for pr. or fucking her from behind like he fucks you… only for pr of course. what a stupid thing. and fuck it, he loves when you roll your eyes at him. however he’d rather see your eyes roll back.
"are you?" you prompt, meeting his gaze head on. "or would you rather be with her right now…"
he knows you’re being petty. he knows you try to get another reaction out of him. anything else than that cocky arrogant look on his face. the self assured. the one he knows you can’t say no to. pushing your legs up just a little more he brushes his bulge against your core, the fabric of your skirt doing absolutely nothing to hide the weight of it directly against you.
you clench your teeth, but the gasp still seeps through. just because you know exactly what’s hiding underneath his pants. how much it fits you and how stupid it makes you act. you would never admit it though.
"maybe i would…" lando leans in closer, voice lowering to that pussy soaking seductiveness that makes your head spin. "she would be definitely more willing than you are right now."
the glare you give him fills his chest with such pride and satisfaction, you don’t even realise how fast he has you right where he wants you. exactly where he wants you. it’s pointless now to try and attempt that you’re not affected. your skin heating up just enough to show him how much you want this. your lips parted enough and your small breaths like prayers kept in silence. in shame and in disbelief.
"you want me to take you like this tonight?" lando asks, grinding slowly against you like he would when he pushes that delicious length home. the blue of his glance is always on you, tracking every reaction to boost his already big ego.
you choke on a moan, back arching and hips pushing towards him in a restless manner that has him meet you right there, creating a delicious friction that has your beautiful lids flutter close for a moment. you’re a horrible liar.
lando slowly folds your legs to one side, gripping your waist with one hand, the other is keeping your legs closed and he kneels on the bed. he pushes down just enough to make you feel his strength and how easy it is to position you for his liking. "or like this, pretty girl? so i can see your pretty face while i stretch you?"
your hand comes up to wrap around his neck… or better said attempt to wrap around it. landos smirk turns into a toothy one, finding it rather amusing that you’re trying to wrap those short fingers around his thick trained neck. him and his fucking muscular neck… but really, you’re just trying to ground yourself. ground yourself in a ship that is sinking faster than the titanic has.
"lando…" its thin, meant to be a threat but comes out soft and powerless. a small groan is audible in the back of his throat, his cock painfully hard against the fabric of his pants. he shoves it against you in greedy attempts, dry humping you right on the spot while enjoying how fast you submit to his horny ideas.
"or you want me from behind? so i can see that fucking ass bounce?" he offers instead, leaning down to finally capture your lips into a needy kiss. the kiss is a brush, soft and hungry at the same time. reminding you of all the words you want to say but can’t, because he would never understand. "you need this, hm? you need me to fix your attitude… such a good girl, getting all needy for my cock…"
his hum is just a distant memory, lips hovering over yours expectantly just when the moment is interrupted by a knock on the door. you hear your name, but not from landos lips. rather from your amazing, fun and loving brother...
"…they're bringing on the cake… are you in there?"
you huff, your heart beating against landos wandering hand by your corset and you look to the door. it’s locked, lando is that smart, but fucking hell you didn’t ask for this interruption.
"y-yeah… i’ll… i’ll be down in a minute…" you’re trying not to sound breathless, your hands grasping onto landos shirt and pushing him off of you before this can go any further and you’re both being suspected. then, he giggles that stupid laugh when his back hits the bed and you glare at him in a warning to shut the fuck up.
"also? have you seen lando per chance? i can’t find him anywhere in the house…"
you stand up, walking over to the mirror to fix your hair and skirt real quick, trying to make the red tint in your cheeks go away and not let it show how bothered your brothers best friend really got you.
you roll your eyes at the question, trying to ignore landos eyes on you yet again. "no... the fuck would i know? isn’t he your friend? you keep asking me about him like i care…" you answer with a frustration that makes max huff a small laugh. then you hear him shuffle away and back downstairs to his party.
you slowly turn around to lando, who sits up and leans his elbows on his knees. lower lip caught between his teeth and you know he has no desire to go back to the party. his desires are actually in an entirely different place.
"you piss me off so much… i’m so done with you…" you start, and lando lets you talk, following completely unfazed. he knows where this is going. and he also knows exactly in what position you will end up later tonight.
"seriously lando, it is tiring me out…" you push when you see his unfaltering reaction "and the whole thing with max is just…"
"the whole thing with max is what?" he challenges, slowly standing up only to come to an halt right where your skin starts to sizzle from his heat. you would love to pull him on yourself again and let him put you in whatever pose he promised.
"because from where i am standing you were just begging for my cock with your eyes only three minutes ago… so i think you can look at max and lie to him just like you’re lying to me now…“ landos hand wraps around the back of your neck, lips by your ear and your scent in his nose. fucking coconut-vanilla. he should have just taken you on your bed. "so save the tired act, baby… it’s not convincing anymore…"
with that the brit leaves your room, leaving you standing alone with your thoughts and an unanswered ache between your legs. oh how you want to slap him. but even that would turn this motherfucker on. he would tell you how you still want him, how you still ache for his touch and his words and his attention. and the worst about it all is, you couldn’t even deny it. not when he’s right about every single accusation he’s saying.
…
the night goes on and to your luck you haven’t seen lando in a hot minute. he’s somewhere out in the garden, or in the kitchen, or maybe sucking his pr girls face in a corner. you don't mind. you try and actually enjoy your brothers birthday party and mingle with some people you didn’t know til now. like that one friend, louis, who came from lyon just to congratulate him and party with him.
it’s all fine until you decide to make a silent escape, but being asked by max to drive lando home so he doesn’t have to walk in the pouring rain. its a riddle to you how a sports car driver would need a ride home but you find out against your will how his girlfriend, who’s name turns out to be magui, left without him to drive pietra home instead, since she wasn’t feeling good. yep, they’re friends too… it’s so nice how life plays against your cards every time.
you feel like the biggest joke driving lando home and you know you only do it because your brother was begging you to. the house, sofa and guest bedrooms are already filled with guests, so your suggestion to make him sleep in the bathroom instead didn’t come across to good with max. he hates when you’re stubborn like this.
even though the ride was silent, the moments after are anything but. when lando asked if you want to come up for one more drink you should have said no. tell him to fuck off and drive home so you can unwind with an episode of how i met your mother and be antisocial for the rest of the week after such a big event. the amount of smiles and fake laughs you gave was too much even for you.
"so... you met louis?" is the first thing lando asks once you peel your sneaker off and follow him into the kitchen. you watch his back work in that white shirt of his, hair disheveled as he pours you a drink, silver bracelet clicking against the crystal glass.
there is a tightness in his voice. one you recognize right from yourself when you have that exact burn deep in the pits on your stomach. that ugly pressed burn that makes one feel testy about the informations that are about to follow. but lando already told you… he’s not jealous, he just hates when you look at others with the same eyes that belong to him. fair or not.
"yeah, he’s nice… he has a nice accent…" oh yeah… the nice french accent. lando can hear it from a mile away. and even though he thought louis was a decent guy until now, he can't stand his guts after this revelation.
"mhm... nice? you like nice guys, baby princess?" lando mutters, walking up to you to cage you in between his arms by the kitchen counter. his hands are on either side of you, eyes unyielding when you are the subject and brain not thinking straight.
you cross your arms, deciding to not give him what he wants tonight. "i never fucking said that…"
lando hums again, counting every freckle, every scar, every curve of your face, that perfect face he knows comes back to him whenever he calls. "good... you better don't… i hate playing nice…"
he says it like it’s a curse. like it’s a disease. like it would actually kill him to be nice to you even for once. hand sneaking its way up your body to grip your jaw, pointer and middle finger tracing the artistic swing of your top lip, then lower lip, then in-between. his jealousy subsides almost instantly when he sees the attitude melt in your eyes away into utter submission once again. but lando has to be honest, he loves this attitude. and he loves to fix it.
"open," it’s a simple word, a simple command. barely audible yet so clear for your ears you can’t physically deny it. you part your lips, letting him slide his long fingers right into your mouth and watching with satisfaction how you tilt your head down so he can push them against your tongue.
"good girl…" he mutters, brushing a strand of hair aside with his free hand like he is not knuckles deep inside your warm wet mouth. you wrap your tongue around him, then your lips, feeling every centimeter when he slides back out, only to gift him with a cocky smirk. "now... isn’t that easier than getting me mad?"
you refuse to roll your eyes at him, nor to argue. you don't do everything for him. except you do. you don't wear the nice skirt to impress him. except you do. you don't flirt with louis to get under his skin. except you do. and lando knows. knows how you operate and why exactly it is your favorite thing to do. he loves your unwavering attention that just belongs to him. every thought that belongs to him and every look that has his name in bold letters in those big heart eyes. the heart eyes beating for him.
he prompts his wet fingers under your chin to pull you into a teasing light kiss, making you hunt his lips to press into him further. lando lets you. loving when you just take what you want and when you crave him because you’re hungry. because he’s a real life predator psychopath. giving you bits and bits only to leave you hungry to starving, leaving yourself no chance then to just take what you want.
lando is quick to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to the bedroom. your arms cling to him, hand tugging his curls in an attempt to punish him. all while he allows you to receive the illusion of dominating the kiss. of handling the situation.
once the bedroom door is closed he tosses you on the bed, fingers working on his white shirt and discarding it somewhere on the floor with a soft brush. he flips you over, working on the zipper of the corset and finding out with a fine satisfaction that you’re not wearing a bra underneath.
his fingertips tease the trail of your spine up to brush your hair out of the way, littering small kisses over your shoulder. large hands move around you to cup your tits, thumbs teasing the nipples and eliciting tingles that settle low between your legs.
"why would you keep this from me, hm? you’re my favorite girl…" lando husks against your ear, keeping up his gentle kisses down to your skirt, peeling it down too. your black thong looks delicious on that perfect ass, the lace resting just mischievously enough to make him prying. thumbs tracing the fabric reverently before he grabs two handful of ass immediately.
"how many bitches do you tell they’re your favorite girl…?" you try yourself on a hard tone again. an annoyed one. only to get your point across. but what is your point really when you lie underneath him in only a thong… his favorite color on you.
he chuckles darkly, letting you turn around to face him. propping yourself up on your elbows he leans down, meeting you there. "none... just you. you’re the only one i think about like this. the only pussy i wanna fuck…"
his heart beats right above yours and just in that moment your heart clenches. you believe him, for now. the admission is one you hold onto like a starving dog would to a bone. it’s all you get. these crumbs you treat like a full meal and for the moment it’s enough. after all he is here with you, isn’t he…? you start to believe his words more and more, branding them in your head like they’re actually the truth.
you pull him in for a kiss, and lando is eager to reply. hasty hands working on his zipper, and he helps you take them off along with his boxers. your hand goes there immediately. his leaking, hard and thick cock. so fucking heavy in your hand, so teasing, so delicious. and lando knows in what mood you are tonight. so why not let you play?
"you want something, baby? you want to take something that is yours?"
you look up at the opportunity in his eyes. a silent promise, a dirty secret. hand coming up to shove him on the bed, lando lets you willingly. watching you mount him, hands all over you until they settle on your ass. how you sit there. like a real queen. hand wrapping around his cock that is standing just for your attention. just for your eyes only.
"that’s my girl," he hums approvingly, thrusting up into your hand. "am i yours, baby? is that why you’re jealous? because i’m secretly yours?"
you swallow, hand faltering just a little while you pump his length. thumb rubbing teasing circles on his head, and your adorable eyes are looking for his confirmation. this is how much he has you in a choke hold.
"y-yes..." the answer is a shaky breath, but fuck it he is yours. his name is tattooed on your heart, his voice engraved in your head.
lando groans softly as your hand keeps up the job to work him up, leaking on your fingers while he lies there, looking up at you with hooded eyes and making you believe you’re the only one. "such a good girl, wanting to claim your dick…"
the small smirk stretching on his lips even though his breathing is getting heavier. even though his chest rises and falls with that stupid silver necklace. that stupid clover pedant silver necklace you gifted him for his birthday. and he wears it. undoubtedly every day. he wouldn’t wear it if you didn’t mean at least something more to him, now would he?
"i wanna ride it…." you say then, determined to be different than others, fighting for your boy. "you didn’t offer me that today."
lando pulls you down into another sloppy kiss, working to discard your thong and tossing it aside with your help. "mhm... ride it then… take what’s yours…" his voice is low and commanding, even though he’s letting you lead for now.
positioning yourself over him, lando groans as you slide down onto him, his hands squeezing your hips as he watches you, biting his lip, trying not to move his hips up to meet yours yet. to just fuck into you from underneath. but your wet, warm heat envelopes him so perfectly like you were made for him, makes his own mind spin dangerously. it’s a fact that no one takes him like you do. so effortlessly, so claiming. like you actually never want to let him go.
your moans are soft, echoing in his ear and making him twitch inside you. he too, isn’t exactly immune to you. the way you take control when he allows you to, the way you’re jealous and make him the center of your being like this is all that matters. it makes him harder than he wants to admit. his eyes dark with desire as he watches you ride him slowly, feeling and relishing every ridge and vein of his cock against your sensitive walls.
he starts to guide your hips, tilting them just a little towards him to change the angle. "mhm… baby…" it leaves your lips. breathless and needy, the nickname like a prayer right where it hits him the hardest.
"good hm? look at you, knowing how to ride this dick…" he praises and you melt into it, his thumb finding your clit to tease you, making your hips a little jerky at how fucking good the stimulation feels. how good he knows you. knows how your hips have to be tilted, how to touch you, how to please you. why would you ever want to leave him?
you nod, head fuzzy as your movements falter slowly. trying to pick up the pace but it comes out so messy, a little tired. you feel your thighs ache at the movements. lando realizes and turns you two around, your back on his bed and legs up. he kneels between your legs just like he did in your bedroom, grabbing and positioning you. and the control is all his again.
burying himself deep inside you, a breathy whine leaves your lips. lando leans down lips ghosting over yours in a mage kiss. too little… never enough. you arch your back, and he knows you’re not in for more games tonight. face contorted in pleasure as you feel so so full of him. it’s the exact brainlessness he loves about you. when you get like this. lightheaded because he’s everywhere.
then slowly, lando starts to thrust into you. pulling almost all the way out and pushing back inside. it makes you jolt a little, breath knocking out of your lungs with every powerful push of his hips. "right there, isn’t it? your favorite spot?"
he kneels above you like that, watching your tits bounce and your nails claw into his forearms, hips, stomach, everywhere you are able to grab onto him. leaving marks intentionally just because you know how much he hates being marked up. you did before too. neck and collarbone, an evidence of your hickeys and love bites. because fuck it… he. is. yours. and then it slips out. again.
"tell your pr bitch that you’re not interested in fucking her… never…" the words barely come out, just bits but lando knows exactly what he’s heard. it’s right there and he lets out a chuckle.
"little demanding thing… like you aren’t getting fucking destroyed right now…" his fingers leave red marks on your thighs at this point when he pulls you back onto him greedily. fuck it, he wants to go deeper, he wants to knock you up and make it stick so you stop thinking stupid jealous thoughts about whoever he is seen with at the moment. he will never tell you though… he likes you just like this. pliant and coming back.
"i will tell her…" he grunts, feeling his own orgasm build up rapidly at the sight before him. it’s the only sight he wants. and the only sight he has had ever since the first night you two shared. "i will tell her that i have a perfectly pathetic slut falling apart on my cock whenever i want her too."
you can say confidently that this is your undoing. nails raking down his muscular chest, leaving scratch marks as you moan and whine. tears pricking your eyes at the intensity and you can swear you see stars for the remaining moment. it’s hot and white and tastes like heaven, your own sounds only echoes coming back to you from another realm.
lando might loose his mind over the feel of you. having no other choice then letting go, he buries himself so deep inside you as he cums, spilling himself inside without a second thought. fuck it… you grip him so good his head spins too. his pants are whispered words on your overheated skin, small revelations his mouth can never say. he wouldn’t find the words.
and for a moment you wrap your arms around him when he lets your legs down slowly and nuzzles into you. it’s the only time he craves your affection. the only time he wants to feel more than just in and out and rivalry. the only moment that matters when your hearts beat against each other, talking and making up promises your stupid brains can never keep.
it’s late when lando is fast asleep, arm thrown over his head, the other resting on his abs. he’s lying on his bed, curls clinging stubbornly to his sweat clad forehead while breathing evenly. you lie beside him, cuddling with his blanket instead of him. because the moment he comes to his senses it’s too much. you’re too much, your touch is too much. he needs air. and then you usually accept it. but you can’t tonight. it just doesn’t feel right anymore.
and maybe you should have seen it coming. all games are played, max’s cluelessness used up until nothings left. it was meant to happen just like that. dumb and you get punished after all for this exact misstep. karma, or something like that. your location on, shared with max from the day before your phone lights up on the nightstand beside you. and your stomach clenches with a very very bad feeling.
max: you better have a good explanation why you’re staying at landos tonight.
Your boyfriend Charles has been acting distant and you don't know why. When the cracks in your relationship become too much to bear, Lando is there to pick you back up.
note: absolutely no hate toward alex and charles, it's all fiction :) magui doesn't exist in this universe. vaguely set during the 2025 season but charles and alex announced their engagement a bit earlier to fit in the timeline better. please let me know what you guys think of this one!
warnings : cheating, swearing, gaslighting
fc: pdm.clara on ig
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yourusername: preseason weekend getaway 🩵🗺️
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user: omg so pretty
user: leo be like 🤪
⤷user: stop why is that so accurate 💀
user: charles propose already!!
⤷user: right?? dating like 5 years now and yn has said she wants to marry him in the past
⤷user: i can’t help but feel like he doesn’t see her as marriage material, he talks about their relationship like it’s not that serious for him
⤷user: if he’s not serious he needs to break up with her so she can find a man that’ll treat her right (me pick me🙋)
alexandrasaintmleux: I could have watched Leo 💔
⤷user: this girl can’t leave these two alone i swear
⤷user: lurking like a shark lmfao
⤷user: are you guys new here? alex is yn’s bestie 🤣
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yourusername: shanghai🥢🧋
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user: why is alexandra like always with them?
⤷user: girl loves being a third wheel i guess
⤷user: She’s yn’s best friend, is it that weird if they invite her to races sometimes? I bet yn just doesn’t want to be in new cities alone while Charles is busy
alexandrasaintmleux: Beautiful ❤️
user: charles once again not liking or commenting when we know this man’s most used app is ig 🙄🙄
⤷user: making a big deal over nothing, the guy is busy
user: she’s so so pretty i just know charles doesn’t deserve her !!
⤷user: no fr like girl i will treat you better GIVE ME A CHANCE
⤷lando: Get in line
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⤷user: LANDO I SAW THAT
⤷lando: No you didnt shut up
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⤷user: help who let him off his leash
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yourusername: hot in miami 🌴☀️
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alexandrasaintmleux: 😎🏖️
user: omg charles liked for once wow
⤷user: prob bc she posted alex 😂😂
user: i swear he likes that dog more than he likes yn
⤷user: bro don’t say the quiet part out loud 😂
user: Alex is sooo pretty omg
⤷user: two pretty best friends
user: lando in the likes again 👀👀
⤷user: nothing wrong with liking a friend’s post dude get out of here with that
charles_leclerc: My girls❤️
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charles_leclerc: My girl ❤️
⤷user: was that a typo or the truth slipping free 🤨
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↳lando: No way leclerc left you all alone in miami?
↳yourusename: he’s grabbing drink with some of the guys from the garage idk
↳lando: You wanna come get dinner with me?
↳lando: I’ll cure your boredom 😂
↳yourusername: you payin?
↳lando: Yes ma’am 🫡
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↳yourusername: who are you with??
↳alexandrasaintmleux: I met a guy at the hotel bar 🫣
↳yourusername: omg be careful
↳alexandrasaintmleux: He’s sweet don’t worry <3
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↳yourusername: i was laughing at you, not your jokes
↳yourusername: loser
↳lando: Wow
↳lando: Cant believe i buy you a nice dinner and you treat me like this
↳yourusername: deal with it 🤷♀️
↳user: is that yn??
↳user: i’ve literally never seen her smile like that HELLO?
↳user: lando what could you have possibly said to get her looking at you like that omg
↳user: why is yn out late with you and not her actual boyfriend?? weird.
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lando: Lets do something?
yourusername: yes pls
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charles_leclerc: Glad she found something to do with her time. She was complaining about being bored 🙄
lando: Yeah i bet
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yourusername: forza ferrari 🏎️
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user: red is your color!
user: does it not look like she’s been crying in the first pic??
⤷user: i was going to say…
user: ofc alex is here again 🙄
scuderiaferrari: We love having you in the garage ❤️
user: she always looks unhappy when she’s with charles but it seems even worse lately
⤷user: like girl break up with him
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yourusername: white noise 🤍☁️
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yourusername: who needs ‘em?
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user: is that lando?
user: this shady ass caption LOLL
maxfewtrell: Tell me he isn’t driving you around in the gt3 rs
⤷yourusername: yessir. he let me drive it too 🥰🥰
⤷maxfewtrell: Unbelievable
user: lando swooping in the second charles is out of the picture, i see you
lando: 🫶
user: trying to figure out if that smile on her face is bc of lando or because of the martini
⤷yourusername: can it be both?
user: yn with charles:☹️ yn with lando: 😁
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yourusername: thanks for keeping me company while the boys play with their balls @.pietra.pilao
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user: ok i need yn and p to become besties PLEASE
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user: aww seeing yn with lando’s friends makes me so happy 😭😭
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user: so glad she has people to cheer her up and distract her <3
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maxfewtrell: Why’d you have to say it like that 🤣
pietra.pilao: 🥂🥰
user: playing with balls LMAO
lando: What do you think about padel lessons for your birthday this year?
⤷yourusername: not even jannik sinner could teach me how to hold a racket properly babe
⤷user: babe??? did i miss the part where they got together?
⤷user: uhh this is news to all of us i think
⤷user: y’all don’t call your friends babe??
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yourusername: sooo happy i got to see this guy win his home race. sooo fucking proud of you @.lando
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user: we love a supportive gf
⤷user: *bff
⤷user: let me live in my delusion!
lando: Glad you came
⤷yourusername: after you guilted me into it 🙄
⤷lando: Gotta do what I gotta do 😏
⤷user: #whatdatmean
user: i need them to start dating already
lnfour: Looking good in the fluro 🔥
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yourusername: 🧡🧡🧡
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user: she said “i’m done with ferrari” 😂😂
user: red is so last year, we wear papaya now 💪
mclarenf1: That’s what we like to see 🧡
user: i know it’s just a color but this is definitely a fuck you to charles
⤷user: exactly what he deserves tbh! fuck that guy fr
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⤷user: did anyone else just see lando’s messy ass like and then unlike this comment LOLL
⤷user: he’s the one that introduced yn and charles, i bet he’s pissed 😂😂
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lando: Little bitta the break
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user: love that lando actually posts yn, charles literally never posted her unless it was an ad
user: lando you didn’t have to mog so hard bro
lnfour: ain't nothing lil about these camera skills
user: max and ed in the back 🧍♂️🧍♂️
user: they spent summer break together 😭😭 it’s serious guys
user: Yn just seems so much more free without Charles and Alex holding her back
⤷user: trueee and lando has been so smiley lately i’m glad they’re happy with each other 😭❤️
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charles_leclerc: Mr². & Mrs. Leclerc 💍❤️❤️❤️
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user: aw hell nah
user: Congratulations!
user: not this man proposing to alex after a few months but he was with yn for almost 5 years??
⤷user: That just shows me yn isn’t the kind of girl you want to settle down with 🤷♂️
⤷user: you sound stupid
user: Alex really stole her man and her dog I’m kind of impressed
user: i feel so bad for yn :( i hope she’s okay
⤷user: she’s with lando now, i’m sure she’s fine 😂
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↳user: unbothered queen
↳user: the song choice LOL
↳user: “I don't want him anyway, girl, take him” YES MA’AM
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yourusername: a story in three parts 😢🍦
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yourusername: in case it wasn’t clear this asshole made me drop my ice cream and then laughed at me while running away
⤷lando: Hey i bought you a new one
⤷yourusername: this offense is unforgivable
user: happy fun lando is BACK thank the lord
user: that picture of lando lmfao he’s so mischievous
⤷yourusername: i like my man full of whimsy and mischief 🤭🧝
⤷user: THE ELF
⤷user: ok but she’s so right lando is very elfish
⤷user: i think its the ears 🤔
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↳yourusername: and who is that for?
↳lando: ME
↳yourusername: damn ok 😔
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yourusername: save a horse ride a…motorbike?
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user: so you’re the reason i can’t find the lando monster anywhere
lando: Hmm not sure thats how the song goes 🤠
⤷yourusername: is that so? maybe you can remind me
⤷user: you know this is public right??
user: i love that yn wears his color 😭😭
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↳yourusername: bro why did you post this i look a MESS
↳lando: Baby you look beautiful
↳lando: My pretty girl
↳lando: Youre perfect
↳yourusername: 🫶🏻🥹
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↳lando: Thank you baby 🥰🥰
↳lando: This one was for you
↳yourusername: i’m honored ❤️
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yourusername: thank you for reminding me what it feels like to be loved 🤍🤍
you thought you were happy with your boyfriend but when things start falling apart, lando and oscar give you a soft place to land.
note: this one is a monster, i hope you guys enjoy it! i had to restart it like three times before getting it right. obligatory i don't speak spanish disclaimer lol
warnings : established relationship landoscar, lando and reader are lowkey exes, reader's bf is an asshole, gaslighting, swearing, implied/referenced sex
fc: begoña vargas
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yn.sainz: go williams 💙🏁
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lando: What about mclaren?
⤷yn.sainz: eh, orange isn’t really my color
⤷lando: Its papaya!!
carlossainz55: Why do I look so scared
⤷lando: Mate thats just your face
victorreyes: ❤️
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yn.sainz: monaco baby 🇲🇨 thank you @.oscarpiastri for showing me around
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carlossainz55: You come to the country I live in and do not even visit me. Do you not love your big brother?
⤷yn.sainz: you’re so annoying 😭
oscarpiastri: Happy to be your tour guide
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victorreyes: Seriously?
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yn.sainz: feliz cumpleaños a mí 🥳
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lando: Happy birthday pretty girl
oscarpiastri: Happy birthday Yn ❤️
user: not oscar and lando being invited to her family birthday dinner but her actual bf is nowhere to be found lmao
user: MY CARLANDOOOO
user: hbd!!!
victorreyes: You didn’t tell me he was going to be there 🙄
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yn.sainz: 🍜🍤🍚
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oscarpiastri: I didn’t know Lando could open his mouth that wide 🤣
⤷user: you know damn well…
lando: ❤️❤️
user: shes been spending so much time with lando and oscar lately 🤔
⤷user: with her bf mia 😒😒
⤷user: She better not be trying to steal lando from oscar, she already had her chance!!
⤷user: bro relax they’re probably just friends. none of our business anyway!
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user: posting your boyfriend and your girlfriend LOL i see you lando
user: CUTE i love this friendship
user: ugh can she go away??
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victorreyes: Why didnt you tell me Lando would be coming
↳yn.sainz: why does it matter victor? my parents invited him
↳victorreyes: You know I dont like how much time you two spend together!
↳yn.sainz: i’m not doing this right now, i’m going to enjoy my family vacation.
↳victorreyes: We’ll talk about this later.
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yn.sainz: thank god i had someone else who hates golf with me on this trip 😭
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user: Now landoscar are being invited to sainz family vacations? what is going on??
⤷user: idk but i’m obsessed with it
user: imagine getting to be the filling in a landoscar sandwich
⤷user: dude why do you have to say it like that 😭😭 like you’re not wrong but…
⤷user: let me speak my truth!
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yn.sainz: it’s so pretty here!
oscarpiastri: Yeah I was definitely talking about the scenery
yn.sainz: ?
oscarpiastri: Don’t worry about it lol
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lando: No one is stopping you from joining in 😏
yn.sainz: you’re ridiculous
yn.sainz: i’m sure both of our boyfriends wouldn’t be happy lol
lando: You never know 🤷♂️
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↳lando: Wtf where was my invite?
↳yn.sainz: aren't you busy golfing?
↳carlossainzofficial: Cuídate, hija.
↳yn.sainz: yes papá ❤️
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yn.sainz: getting away from it all 🐟
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rebeccadonaldson: lovely little weekend with you 🤍
yn.sainz: thank you for keeping me distracted <3
user: anyone else notice yn hasn’t posted or mentioned her boyfriend in a while?
⤷user: i noticed she unfollowed him a few weeks ago, i’m guessing they broke up 🤷♀️
lando: Pretty
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user: was gonna ask if lando and oscar are looking for a third but i think they’ve found one 😂😂
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yn.sainz: i’m not going to take him from you lando, don’t worry
lando: Im okay with sharing if its with you
yn.sainz: funny.
lando: You dont think im serious?
lando: Because i am
yn.sainz: sure you are
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yn.sainz: happy happy happy
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user: is this a relationship confirmation???
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lando: What happens in Vegas…
⤷yn.sainz: stays between US 🙄
oscarpiastri: 💕
⤷yn.sainz: 🥰
carlossainz55: I am always right
⤷yn.sainz: shut up old man
⤷carlossainz55: Blocked.
featuring oscar piastri , popstar!reader , secret relationship .
author’s note hiiiiii so i just realized that monday was the one year anniversary of this blog !! what da hale... time flies . thank you soooooooo much for reading my stuff, i feel so grateful and literally have so much fun writing for yall !! this is just something silly to tide you over while i work on other pieces ... as a longtime stan twt lurker i had fun including some of my fav references . also who else can’t wait for OR3 . i wasn’t on tumblr for guts so i need yall to know now that i do NAWT play about my daughter olivia !! also ALSO dropped some deep oscar lore in this very briefly for the OG piastriprincesses . anyway i hope you like this and as always let me know what you think or just come chat to me !! title is obviously from drop dead by olivia rodrigo .
ynln • 6m ago
🎵 Just Like Heaven - The Cure
ynln i hope you never finish that beer
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conangray you’re glowing mama ♥ liked by author
⤷ ynln LOVE YOUUUU
flyereduppppp this is sooooo lovergirl of her… whats going on
allamericanyn actually unfair that she’s hot AND cool AND a grammy winner like okay save something for the rest of us
lac.yn glad you’re enjoying your vacation queen but my boyfriend just broke up with me so let’s get back in the studio !!
⤷ taydaughter um did you see the third pic bae i don’t think she’s got anything for you
tokyotonistrucking ummm third slide WHO DAT IN THE BAAAAACK
lizzymcalpine gorgeous gorgeous girl ♥ liked by author
oscsnoopy oscar in the likes AGAIN i said oh i'm sure
⤷ piastriluvr he’s such a ynnie lmaoooo
⤷ buzzing.pop who is oscar
⤷ oscsnoopy oscar piastri? formula one driver? famously obsessed with yn, he’s mentioned her as his celebrity crush in like every interview ever
⤷ piastriluvr dont put our boy on the jumbotron like this LMAOOO we cant let his loserness about yn breach containment!!
⤷ buzzing.pop wait why he kinda —
ynfan42069 this soft launch NOOOOO i need more sad songs :(
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letsgolesbians • 30s
omg is the caption a song lyric??
gracieabrams • 2m
You and Oscar are so cuteeeee 🥹 Let’s do a double date soon or something! ♥ liked by user
yns.traitor • 6m
who is he
who is he
who is he
who is he
who is he
deuxmoi • 15m
THE SOFT LAUNCH IS SOFT LAUNCHING…
oscarpiastri • 25m
Can you send this one to me?
Your shadow looks so pretty and I want it as my lockscreen ♥ liked by user
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ynln • 2m
oh my god this lighting ?? you literally look like an angel
my boy is so hottttttt ♥ liked by user
oscarcito481 • 3m
the way the song isn’t even related… oscar piastri you are so devoted to your crush it’s unbelievable i sincerely hope you meet her while she’s in monaco
logansargeant • 8m
Bro 😭😭😭 You know you already got her right
lando • 15m
absolutely shameless mate lmfao
can u tell her i want tickets to her show tho pleas 😄
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yndaily • 24m ago
yndaily yn in monaco AGAIN today! fans saw her this morning grabbing a coffee, and she later posted a story of herself playing tennis. a bit surprising given she was just spotted in london earlier this week outside sarm studios, fueling rumors a new album is on the way. glad our girl is enjoying some rest and relaxation but what do we think ynnies? is YN3 coming?
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prissytomboyrecords playing tennis… babe that was another soft launch it’s okay we can be honest
⤷ jesuswasacarpenter it’s so obviously PR for an album rollout, like those cryptic ass captions are definitely lyrics she's so transparent
h0pium oscar posting a thirst trap story using her song immediately after she was spotted in monaco… he is suchhhh a loser i love him
yn.world Of course I want new music but this break is obviously good for her, she’s looked so healthy and happy recently! ♥ liked by author
popculturechat she’s been in monaco so much omg do we think her man lives there
⤷ ilyarozanovofficial that’s like basically confirmed at this point right
⤷ princessyn YOUR MIND oh my god. and her playing tennis today too!! could it be carlitosalcarazz maybe?????
⤷ gamesetmatch tagging him is insane but EEEEEK they’d be sooo cute together… my new agenda !!
⤷ richbich hate to burst the bubble but i think she was playing padel actually
⤷ princessyn wait you’re so right. maybe an f1 driver then? i think lando’s single?
⤷ f1.gossip LANDOYN WOULD BE SOOOOO BUZZY
⤷ forzafemme or hear me out… she’s working on a track for the new album with charles??
amishwillbyers can we please give her privacy jesus christ like maybe she’s in monaco bc no one’s supposed to be able to take pictures of her there
impradaurnada she’s gorgeous oh my days
piastr81 a certain superfan f1 driver just fell to his knees seeing this post
⤷ everythingyn i know he was running around monaco fanboying out trying to find her
⤷ oscarpiastriwdc hold awn… walk with me here... what if the soft launch is oscar...
⤷ spillurguts bffr as if he could act normal around her long enough to carry on a conversation much less start a relationship
⤷ oscarpiastriwdc ykw im living in my oscyn truth... ur all gonna see #DELUSIONISTHESOLUTION
ynnieshq 🤫🤫🤫 ♥ liked by author
⤷ yndaily oh my god admin WHAT DO YOU KNOW?????
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oscarpiastri • 30s
Oh so you CAN be romantic. Noted
Love you, so proud of you sweetheart ♥ liked by user
f1.gossip • 2m
THE CAR IN THE COLLAGE OMG I KNEW IT WAS LANDOOOOOO
gethimback.com • 6m
GIRL IM AT WORK HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO FUNCTION AFTER THIS ?!?!?!?!?!?!
taylorswift • 15m
The way this made me cry and I’ve already heard the song five times 🥹 Can’t believe it’s out in the world already! So happy for you ♥ liked by user
ynradio • 25m
STREAMING ON MY SAMSUNG SMART FRIDGE RN IM GETTING YOU THAT BILLBOARD NUMBER ONE ON GOD YN
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ynnieshq • 35m ago
🎵 drop dead - YN LN
ynnieshq hey did you see the LOVE note from yn? her new single “drop dead” is yours now 🫧🩷 stream on all platforms and stay tuned for more surprises coming soon!
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obsessedwithurex all her captions recently are making soooo much more sense now lol
poopcrave need the analysts to do a deep dive on this IMMEDIATELY
⤷ americanteenager no like i need a behind the lyrics video raynowwwww
⤷ poopcrave baby no shade but im talkin bout the man…
numberoneynnie might get cancelled for saying this but this song sounds like it’s been copied from somewhere? the beats, the melody, it all sounds so familiar. i just can’t pinpoint exactly where i’ve heard it? oh wait… i’ve figured it out… it sounds like THE SONG OF THE SUMMER ♥ liked by author
ynified.xx most alive i’ve ever been but kiss me and i might drop dead? oh she’s down BADDDDDD
⤷ marybethbarone No for real WHO is this man because I’ve never heard her sound so in love 🥹
⤷ rachelberryofficial clearly if she wanted us to know she’d just say it!!! let’s give her space!!!
⤷ marybethbarone Okay but, alternatively, consider: I am nosey.
maisiepeters YN3 IS COMING YESSSSS ♥ liked by author
vivaciousskin.com Slide 2 has to be a screencap from the music video right?
⤷ ynnieshq 👀👀👀
⤷ ynluvr51 ADMIN STOP BEING CRYPTIC WE’RE NOT SWIFTIES…
left4rat sour to guts to LOVE now that’s what i call a holy trinity ♥ liked by author
emptychairdoasolo second slide jfc she’s so fineeeee… whoever her man is i hope he can fight
⤷ opiastrix2 Dw I can
⤷ brutallyn bro thinks he’s on the team 🫵🤣🫵🤣 who invited my man blud
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ynln • 35m ago
🎵 drop dead - YN LN
ynln thank you for all the LOVE on drop dead 🫧🩷 i wrote this song on the floor of my apartment after the best night of my life. i was shaking and laughing and it felt like i couldn’t get the words out quick enough. i’ve never written anything so fast or so honest and turns out it’s my favorite thing i’ve ever made. should’ve expected it because it’s about my favorite person! thank you for listening and i’m so happy you LOVE it as much as i do
ps: pretty boy is pretty happy about it too xx
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gossipgirl white boy with a cute smile WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN
dan_nigro Wowwww I wonder what the album title could possibly be ♥ liked by author
⤷ ynln it’s a mystery!
thankunext327 third slide ohhhh okay i’m gonna go lie in traffic now
⤷ iluvyn Wait til LOVE drops please we can’t lose sales
thesearemyconfessions curly hair theory 🥹 she’s so in loveeeeee
ynssour im already missing the purple eras but the pink is so cute on her too
costarastrology Fun fact: Aries and Gemini are two of the most compatible star signs! You really will go nice together ♥ liked by author
shnnetwork Okay does anyone else think this pic is so inappropriate. Like she does not need to be showing them kissing. You guys are disgusting and weird for defending a literal weirdo
⤷ dropdead.diva i’m 17 and AFRAID of yn ln
lasculturistas ynnies let’s mobilize we need to figure out who this man is, we have half his face and his star sign!!!
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⤷ boxboxbaby LMAOOOOOOOOOO posted this with tears in his eyes
⤷ landowecanbewdc no bc the way he commented the exact same thing w the exact same energy on lando’s post when he lost the wdc like this is really that level of serious for him
⤷ scuderiayn did you like the song though oscarpiastri
⤷ 81sweetheart TAGGING HIM UNPROVOKED ???
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⤷ ynln love yewwwwww xx
oscarpiastriwdc i know y’all are gonna clown me again but… 3rd pic… i’d recognize that meepful smile anywhere…
⤷ sharleclerc baby he can’t even get a reply back
⤷ oscarpiastriwdc but he got a like this time! alexa play baby steps by olivia dean
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r/popculturechat • crossposted to r/ynln and r/popheads • 6h ago
posted by u/ynspilledmyguts
who is drop dead about? let’s discuss 👀
first of all GO STREAM DROP DEAD! so proud of our girl yn, it’s her biggest debut ever and such a beautiful song 🫧🩷
but let’s get to the elephant in the room: we have no idea who it’s about!!!!! not to be parasocial but i’m kinda obsessed with figuring it out so i’m compiling all the clues we have so far. i need the internet sleuths to play detective with me because i haven’t been able to narrow it down enough and it’s driving me crazy
what we know so far:
from the lyrics of the song: he’s an aries, he likes the cure (or at least just like heaven), he’s “so so pretty”, she stalked him online before they met (which means he is famous and would have to have been single at least after march 2025 when she and the evil ex broke up)
from context: she’s been in monaco a lottttt recently but was also recording in london, she posted a story playing tennis/padel with him, she’s been soft launching for a few weeks now but they’ve clearly been dating for a bit
i listened to the deux/u podcast this week but it only got me more confused because they’re suggesting it’s an athlete and i just don’t see her with a jock. YNNIES HELP ME!
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u/YNNATION • 3h ago
“not to be parasocial” babe that’s kinda what this subreddit is for ⬆ 3.4K ⬇
u/grandchelem • 1h ago
i really think it’s an f1 driver. they basically all live in monaco, and does anyone remember when she randomly canceled a show during guts world tour last summer and then people spotted her in the airport flying to ZANDVOORT of all places ⬆ 1.7K ⬇
⤷ u/everythingyn • 35m ago OK I just looked it up and the only two Aries drivers on the F1 grid are Alex Albon and Oscar Piastri? Oscar kinda seems more like her type out of the two of them ⬆ 81 ⬇
⤷ u/ln4norris • 26m ago oscar get off your burner account buddy ⬆ 4.8K ⬇
⤷ u/pitstoppiastri • 8m ago LMAOOO i love oscar but be so fr rn ⬆ 2.1K ⬇
u/neverendingmidnightsun • 48m ago
Unpopular opinion but I think it might genuinely be someone non-famous. “Stalked you on the internet” could just mean she found his Instagram. Not everything has to be a celebrity! Sometimes the answer is boring! ⬆ 2.5K ⬇
⤷ u/fauxmoi • 9m ago the answer CANNOT be boring i refuse to accept that ⬆ 332 ⬇
u/monacoinsider • 39m ago
wait lowkey the deuxmoi podcast was soooo inaccurate like they did NAWT do their research at all. half of the guys they talked about aren’t even aries, alex albon is literally engaged, and oscar piastri is too busy being yn’s reply guy to pull her ⬆ 992 ⬇
⤷ u/sinnerista • 11m ago thank god you said this bc i listened and i’ve been rebuking the zv*r*v allegations all day ⬆ 597 ⬇
⤷ u/friedandprejudice • 2m ago my money’s on berrettini but honestly it could be someone who doesn’t live in monaco? maybe they were just vacationing there or something ⬆ 133 ⬇
u/fromthediningtable • 2h ago
genuine question but does it matter who it is? she’s clearly happy, she wrote the most joyful song of her career n whoever he is, he’s obviously good for her. respectfully maybe we should just let her have this one n let her tell us when she’s ready ⬆ 689 ⬇
⤷ u/ynspilledmyguts • 35m ago this is such a beautiful sentiment bae but i will not rest until i know who he is 🫶 ⬆ 731 ⬇
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oscarpiastri • 22m ago
🎵 drop dead - YN LN
oscarpiastri Think we might go really nice together
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ynln LMAOOOO you’re insane
ynln saw the vision didn’t you. i love you baby xx ♥ liked by author
⤷ oscarpiastri Love you more :)
oscmega OH MY GOD???? OSCAR PIASTRI I WAS UNFAMILIAR WITH YOUR GAME MY GOAT
oscarpiastriwdc oscyn truthers WE WONNNNNNNN
⤷ spillurguts issuing my formal apology to you now queen
xopiastri third pic oh ik you two are freaked out.
oskuromi mclaren hate train, down bad allegations, ynnies and oscarinas all calling him rizzless… he had one chance and he locked the fuck INNNNNN
popculturechat when ynnieshq said more surprises coming soon ain’t no way this is what they meant 😭
⤷ ynnieshq i can’t control either of them tbh i’m just along for the ride
⤷ vivacioushairandlashes admin: who drivin this bus…
ynpilled wait he’s kinda cute AND he has a job yayyyy i love him already
piastriszn no bc his manifestation rituals must go so crazy like how does he keep pulling his favs!!! first lando then jannik then this!!!! ♥ liked by author
⤷ lando now why am i in it :0
good4u Uhhhh the leopard jumpsuit??? Are you saying they’ve been together since MILAN??? That show was like 8 months ago
logansargeant Thank god the lying was getting exhausting ♥ liked by author
piastriarchive the way we’ve been clowning oscar for years but yn was in the likes in seconds and was the first comment… like she’s just as down bad for him
⤷ ynln yeah :)
⤷ piastriarchive girl you weren’t even tagged 😭😭😭 GET UP!!!
⤷ ynln pretty happy right where i am actually ♥ liked by author
your fans can’t agree if they ship you and lando, lando and max, or max and you. little do they know, the three of you have already figured it out.
note: any MF fans out there? to be honest, he was half the reason i made this account so definitely expect more with him in the future :) warnings : swearing
fc: multiple
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yourusername: life lately
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user: waaaah she’s so pretty
user: RIO SPOTTED
user: love that she always feeds us lando content
⤷user: max is also there
⤷user: #dontcare
user: nortrell crumbs
maxfewtrell: 🐶❤️
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lando: 🧡🧡🧡
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user: pls just admit that you’re with lando already PLEASE
⤷user: the people need to know!
⤷user: its obviously max tho
user: i’m new here is she dating both of them ?
⤷user: no!
⤷user: yes!
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↳ maxfewtrell: I look crazy in that photo are you joking
↳ yourusername: i thought u looked handsome. i’ll delete it :((
↳ maxfewtrell: Really? Okay baby dont delete it ❤️
↳ yourusername: jk i posted it bc you look crazy lol
↳ maxfewtrell: Youre evil
↳ yourusername: <3
↳ user: are you guys together
↳ user: ignore this message if you and lando are dating
↳ user: is this proof that max and lando are dating please say yes please say yes
↳ user: PLEASE just give us an answer omg we’re going crazy who is dating WHO
↳ lando: DELETE
↳ lando: If you loved me you would delete this
↳ lando: I dont eat like a bear!
↳ yourusername: lmao 🐻
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yourusername: ¿por qué no los dos?
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lando: Love u guys ❤️❤️
⤷yourusername: loves of my life <3
maxfewtrell: Feeling pretty lucky 🫶
⤷yourusername: luckiest girl in the world over here
user: girl no fucking way
user: WHATTTT
user: omg finally
⤷user: i didn’t realize this was an option
user: those twitter stans are going to have a meltdown when they see this
oscar has his hands full, being in a relationship with you and lando.
note: i'm so landoscar pilled lately
warnings : swearing, implied/referenced sex
fc: beabadoobee
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ynpriv: $200 for the little gay one
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oscaaaah: Baby why are you trying to sell us
⤷ynpriv: need tha money
⤷ln4priv: We are millionaires?
ln4priv: Second pic is wildly accurate
⤷ynpriv: idk how he deals with us
⤷oscaaaah: Its really hard work
albono23: would you do $100 for the little gay one
⤷ln4priv: Alex you cant buy me
⤷ynpriv: stop trying to lowball me albono. i know his worth!
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ynpriv: my favorite pov
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ln4priv: Wait who is who?
⤷ynpriv: well oscar has brown eyes and i just refilled my lexapro prescription so come to your own conclusions
⤷oscaaah: As if that should even be a question lol
albono23: did they finally let you adopt a cat
⤷ynpriv: i make my own decisions!
⤷ln4priv: Yes we did
lilympriv: i’m omw over to pet that baby
oscaaaah: That’s my favorite pov too.
⤷ynpriv: you dog
summary: as your friendship with max flourishes, fans and family alike begin speculating of the true nature of it. you both swear the two of you are just friends, but it’s not long before you start wondering just how true that is. once the possibility of more enters your mind, and max continues to show up in ways you never could have imagined, it’s hard to deny yourself what could be.
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff • george nonsense • i continue to bend the timeline to my will • time skips • victoria lives in monico for the purpose of this fic (when did she move? who knows!) • likely a mistake or two
vicious speaks: i am so attached to this little family, guys!! half assed the comments at the end cause i wasn’t feeling well, sorry!! they’ll be better next chapter.
edit: i hope this chapter helps soothe the ache left by that race 🥲
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victoriaverstappen my favorite girls 🫶🏻 ♥︎ by author and yn
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fan aww
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fan yeah i support this friendship
fan HELLO?
f1wagsofficial interesting…
fan someone make sure george doesn’t have his phone
fan i ship it sorry
fan did anyone see this coming? cause i didn’t 😭
⤷ fan george when he sees this post
fan carmen in the likes again lmao i love her messy ass
⤷ fan she doesn’t follow him either which means she had to look up his account to like this post 💀
fan someone please make sure a camera is on george when he finds out about this
fan so is this a hard launch? cause it feels like a hard launch
⤷ fan that’s what i’m thinking
⤷ fan it seems very…couple coded
fan such a cute picture 🥹
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fan matching pics, captions, and comments…they’re together
fan someone put george on suicide watch 😭
fan even HER MOM is calling this sweet lmaooo
f1gossip this is so entertaining
fan no seriously make sure george doesn’t have his phone
fan too many comments about george and whether they’re dating and not enough about how adorable these pics are
⤷ fan seriously who cares about that stuff? look at baby emi!!
fan so cute 🥹
fan can we please talk about how sweet it is that max and emi clearly adore each other?
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caption: emi's first time on a boat 🚤⚓️🌊
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⤷ yn She LOVES it! running around saying "boat time!" 🥹
⤷ ynsmama Who took you guys out there?
⤷ yn Max!
⤷ ynsmama How sweet ☺️
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⤷ yn i know dude 🥹
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verstappenupdates Max's post-win radio! He dedicated his win to “his little chick" Anyone know who that might be?
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fan not a clue
fan maybe a family member?
fan didn’t he call emilia little chick once?
⤷ fan yeah! last year! omg
⤷ fan that’s a reach
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yn lol that’s my daughter 💙
⤷ verstappenupdates Oh, that’s so cute.
⤷ fan of course it is 😭
fan max is so down bad wdym he dedicated his win to YN’S DAUGHTER
fan he calls emi his little chick 🥹
fan yn’s like yeah let me make everyone emotional real quick
fan THIS IS SO CUTE
fan i love them 🥹
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fan HAHAHA
fan someone’s feeling threatened
fan he’s literally never done this before i’m crying
fan max verstappen’s impact
fan not max reminding this man that he’s a father 😭
fan this is hilarious
fan i know yn and max are somewhere laughing
fan he’s so pathetic
fan yn settle the argument, is emi a little chick or little mouse?
⤷ yn she's actually terrified of mice and cries whenever minnie or mickey are on the tv, so i’d have to say she’s a little chick 🐣 ♥︎ by maxverstappen1 and carmenmmundt
⤷ fan NOT HER REPLYING
⤷ fan poor emi 😭
⤷ fan just when i thought this situation couldn’t get any funnier here comes yn with the steel chair
⤷ fan MAX AND CARMEN LIKING HER COMMENT PLEASE 💀
⤷ fan get fucked georgerussell63
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⤷ yn 😁
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⤷ yn how sad for you 😔
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fan i feel like this group is very chaotic 😭
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lilymhe BIG DAY FOR ANNOYING PEOPLE ♥︎
danielricciardo 1: this is adorable. 2: when the fuck did this happen???
⤷ yn a lady never kisses and tells, danny 😉
⤷ danielricciardo 😂
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charles_leclerc does this mean what i think it does?
⤷ yn well yes
⤷ charles_leclerc fucking finally
⤷ yn lmfao
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⤷ yn so i've been told. repeatedly 🥲
alexandrasaintmleux DID I MISS A CHAPTER? OR SEVERAL?
⤷ yn wellll
⤷ alexandrasaintmleux happy for you my love 🤍 ♥︎
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victoriaverstappen HE FINALLY MADE A MOVE?
⤷ yn we both did at the same time, actually 😂
⤷ victoriaverstappen this just made my entire day, i've been rooting for you two for months!!
⤷ yn lol that's what he told me
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yn 1 year since the greatest journey of my life started 🥹
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maxverstappen1 happy birthday, mijn kleine kuikentje 💛🐣 ♥︎ by author
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fan omg 1 year already??? happy birthday 🩵 ♥︎ by author
fan happy bday!
oscarpiastri happy birthday, emi 🎉 ♥︎ by author
ynsmama Happy birthday, Emilia 🥳 I still can’t believe my baby girl has her own baby girl! Love you both so much 💛
⤷ yn We love you 🥰
fan happy birthday!!! 🎈♥︎ by author
fan aww happy birthday 💛
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fan did you take this one?
fan and you’re still calling her little mouse 😐
fan did your girlfriend send you this one too?
fan the concept of calling your daughter little mouse even after her mom says mice terrify her…
fan were you actually home when this was taken?
fan i only liked this post for her btw
fan she deserves so much better than you
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maxverstappen1 happy mother’s day, mijn liefje
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f1wags OH OKAY
f1gossipoffical IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME
fan busy with a race and still made time to post his girl for mother's day oh max verstappen the man that you are
fan it's officiallll
fan I KNEW IT
fan ya'll are so cute are you kidding 🥹
fan so here for this little family <3
fan george just felt a chill go down his spine
fan i love when hot people date each other ♥︎ by yn
fan these pics are so cute awe <3
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max and pietra are getting marrried and you’re the maid of honor. the best man? lando norris, the last person you want to see.
the two of you have a history that you don't think you can get over. can lando change your mind?
note: this is my first ever smau, so please go easy on me! i don't speak portuguese, so sorry for an errors. my asks/messages are open for any requests or writing advice <3 i hope you like it. warnings : swearing, magui, implied/referenced sex
fc: kika gomes
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pietra.pilao: Para sempre com você ❤️
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maxfewtrell: Amor da minha vida ❤️❤️
yourusername: he finally did it
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↳ yourusername: she was my wife first
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yourusername: seriously so happy for you, p <3
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↳ pietra.pilao você é um gata🥵❤️🔥
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↳ pietra.pilao: IM SORRY FORGIVE ME
↳ yourusername: only if i get more free cake
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↳ yourusername: idk MF i think the lemon was really good
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↳ pietra.pilao: girl is that lando? why are you soft launching him
↳ yourusername: STOP tell me it doesn’t look like that
↳ pietra.pilao: YES LMAO
↳ yourusername: i’m deleting wtf i just wanted to brag about my free coffee
↳ lando: I picked you up, took you to breakfast and paid. Thats a date right?
↳ yourusername: absolutely not.
↳ magui_corceiro: Who is the guy 👀
↳ maxfewtrell: Glad you two are finally getting along
↳ yourusername: don’t jinx it
flashback - 2 years ago
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yourusername: 🍹🌺🍍
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↳ pietra.pilao: Where are you? Who took this picture??
↳ yourusername: relax nosy
↳ yourusername: i went on a walk with lando
↳ pietra.pilao: You two go on late night romantic walks now?
↳ yourusername: i guess we do
↳ pietra.pilao: You’re not going to deny the romantic part?
↳ yourusername: 🤐
↳ lando: pretty
↳ yourusername: who me? 🤭
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↳pietra.pilao: You talked?
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yourusername: our turn ❤️ @.lando
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summary: after getting noticed by the team staff during a GP´, your life takes a cinematic turn. However, dating Oscar Piastri while being a broke college student may not be as easy as it seems
word count: 6k
notes: out of respect for Lando's actual girlfriend, I gave him an imaginary one, who is the vilain here. Also, this wasn't requested, but I really wanted a cute, fluffy, comfy Oscar fanfic because I'm having a bad week 🫠 (also i believe this is poorly written, but it made me happy)
Playlist:
Fearless - Taylow Swift
Wildflower - 5SOS
Crazier - Taylor Swift
No Shame - 5SOS
I'd Have You Anytime - George Harrison
Boyfriend - COIN
The grandstands vibrated beneath your feet, the air was thick with burnt rubber, humidity from the rain that poured all day, and a kind of electricity you had only ever felt through a screen before.
You had scraped every last cent together, cancelled a semester’s worth of weekend plans and ate instant noodles more times than could possibly be healthy, just to be here. So, you sure as hell ripped a scream from your throat when Oscar Piastri crossed the finish line in P2, not only with an excitement of seeing a podium with your favorite driver, but also relief and joy and a hell lot of pride. It felt personal, like it was worth it ruining your social life just for those 2 hours.
The homemade sign you painted the weekend before: “My boyfriend is literally on track” with orange glitter all around, smudged your fingers as it was slowly disintegrating from the rain. You didn’t care. The amount of emotions that were running through your veins felt too good to care about anyone or anything else.
Until you were called out by security. At first, there was panic, heart pumping violently, you thought you were going to get thrown off the Autodrome before the podium ceremony, for no reason at all. But the real motive behind their calling was even more unbelievable. You won a fan competition you weren’t even aware was happening.
You stood in a circle with nine other people, all wearing McLaren merch, either a t-shirt, or cap, but clearly fans. A McLaren staff member wearing a polo walked towards you, congratulating you on winning the garage tour. You blinked, it felt too unreal.
Ten minutes later, you stood beside sleek tires and humming machinery, surrounded by people who looked far too rich to be breathing the same air. PR girls in Chanel, influencers filming Tik Toks on the corner, someone whose face you were pretty sure had been on a Netflix show…
You fixed your hair self-consciously, it was frizzy from all the humidity in the air. Likewise, your shirt was uncomfortably sticking to your body, and if you had a mirror, you could’ve confirmed your makeup was ruined. And that is exactly the state he saw you when he walked in. Oscar. Helmet under one arm, fireproofs clinging to him like a second skin, hair damp with sweat, a lazy half-smile on his face as he greeted the staff. He looked tired, yet calm. Completely unaware that you were staring at him like he personally reinvented the concept of being a starstrucked.
Then, as if the world was feeling generous, his eyes met yours. It only lasted a second, but it was enough. His gaze caught on your ridiculous sign, on the running mascara still lingering on your cheeks, and something in his expression shifted. He smiled. Not politely, not because he had to. He smiled like you amused him. Like he wanted to know more.
“So your boyfriend is literally on track, huh?” he said, walking over, helmet now tucked under the crook of his elbow. “That’s a new one.”
You flushed. Why the hell did you have to write such a stupid sign? It was cringey and the glitter was now ruining it, but again, it wasn’t like he was supposed to see it, you were just having fun, none of those people would ever see you again.
“Yeah, I, uh– he was, so… don’t make me remake the sign…”
He laughed. A real laugh. The kind that crinkled his eyes and just like that, everyone else in the room blurred out.
He leaned in slightly, as if he was letting you in on a secret.
“Are you crying because I got a podium or because I didn’t win?”
You grinned, caught off guard.
“Both. Maybe. I don’t even know.”
“What’s your name?”
You blinked twice, a bit incredulous with the fact that he was actually asking for your name, as if he was flirting with you on a bar night.
“It’s, uh… Yn?”
“Are you sure?”
You felt your cheeks get redder. For fucks sake, could this be anymore pathetic?
“Yes. Positive.”
“Well, thank you for the support. I’ll be thinking of that sign when I get roasted by Lando later.”
You didn’t have time to ask for a picture, or even laugh at his comment, because he was pulled away then, team members and journalists swallowing him whole again. However, just before he disappeared, he looked back over his shoulder again and a flinch of a smirk came up to his lips, and if you were close enough, you could have seen the flush pink that painted his cheeks.
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yourusername what an insane weekend! thank you so much mclaren for the opportunity! this feels too unreal and my lungs are collapsing 🫠😭
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user Did you breathe at all this weekend?
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yourbff YOU MET HIM. IN REAL LIFE. I’M STILL SCREAMING.
mclaren We’ll be expecting more glitter signs in the future 👀🧡
user congrats!! hope you enjoyed the paddock!
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user you’re living every fan’s dream rn 😭
user you're literally so cute for no reason 🫠
user 🧡
youfriend thanks for the invite 👍
↳ yourusername you literally declined!!!
user still can’t believe that oscar read this sign💀💀💀
user WHO IS SHE AND WHY DO I LOVE HER
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oscarpiastri P2 this weekend! Very happy with the results! Thank you McLaren family for making it possible.
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landonorris did you thank the glitter sign girl tho?
↳ oscarpiastri I did 😉
↳ user GLITTER SIGN GIRL REVEAL WHEN??
mclaren 🚀 P2 and still just getting started
charles_leclerc congrats mate!😏
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yukitsunoda0511 next time i want a glittery sign too 😤
danielricciardo mate, proud of you 👏 but next time give me a heads up before stealing all the cute fans
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user THE SIGN GIRL IS HIS GIRLFRIEND?😭🧡
user not oscar getting P2 and a groupie in one weekend 💀
user imagine screaming for oscar and he actually sees you… i’d pass away
carlossainz55 congrats amigo! see you in the paddock next week 👊
↳ oscarpiastri cheers, mate
user okay but notice how he liked her post before posting this 👀 we see you, oscar
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That was a sleepless night, one of many. Partly from excitement, but mostly because your Instagram lit up with a new DM notification.
You stared at the message for fifteen minutes before answering. You typed and deleted seven different versions of a reply. Something funny? Casual? Cool? But everything felt like trying to speak a language you never learned. In the end, you decided to go for something you would answer if he was your friend, because that would be the less awkward way of letting your true personality out.
After that display of flirtation, you thought it was the last time he’d answer you, that he was just joking around, being nice to a fan. But little did you know it had barely started. It was slow at first. Sporadic DMs. Memes mostly, sometimes a funny Instagram Reel, sometimes a song he was listening to. You kept waiting for it to fizzle out, for the novelty to wear off, but it never did. A week passed. Then two. Then he started asking questions. About you, your life, your classes, how midterms were going. What you were studying, and why. He remembered details, brought up whenever he could.
He asked to FaceTime you the night before Baku. You were bare-faced, wearing the oldest hoodie from your closet, hair in a mess of clips. You almost declined. But he said, “I just want to see you. I don’t care what you look like.”
So you answered and you talked for three hours straight.
You weren’t stupid, you knew how this looked. He was a Formula 1 driver. He wore designer sunglasses that probably cost more than your semester’s tuition. He was followed around by cameras and fans and drank coffee in Monaco like it was just a normal Tuesday.
And you were… you. The girl who lived with a roommate who left dishes in the sink, in a small, minimal decor apartment that didn’t feel like home at all. The girl who skipped lunch to afford paying rent. The girl who gets excited when her shampoo is on sale. You couldn’t offer him private jets or luxurious outfits or professional bikini model photos. In fact, you couldn’t really give him anything he didn’t already have.
So, when he offered – gently, almost shy – to fly you out for the season finale in Abu Dhabi, your stomach turned. Because the thought of having him giving you anything was too much to bare. It was deep in your chest, that familiar twist of guilt, sharp and mean. Like you were an impostor. You didn’t want to be a burden, didn’t want to be the girl people whispered about, and worse than all of that: you couldn’t shake the fear that you’d cheapen something real by letting him pay your way. That somehow, accepting that ticket, would turn you into someone else entirely, someone dependent, someone small. That every kind word he’d said to you would dissolve under the weight of this imbalance. You didn’t want to owe him. You didn’t want to be the charity case.
“Everything’s on me,” he said over the phone. “Flight, hotel, everything. I want you there.”
“Oscar, I literally worked extra shifts last month to buy groceries. I can’t let you do that. It wouldn’t feel right.”
“Let me,” he replied. Quiet, but firm. “You’d do it for me if you could, right?”
You didn’t know what to say to that. Because it was true. Of course you would. If the roles were reversed, if you had even half the means, there wouldn’t be a second of hesitation. But somehow, that only made it worse. You didn’t want to be someone he had to take care of. You didn’t want to watch him swipe a black card while you clutched your phone, pretending not to notice. You wanted to be enough without needing help.
And yet... the way he said it. “I want you there.”
It wasn’t just about generosity. It was about you. He wanted you in his world. But, all you could feel was the quiet sting of inadequacy.
However, you said yes. Softly. Barely audible. And immediately, the guilt rushed in. It came a pit in your stomach, tight and bitter, because you knew what people would think. Another girl chasing luxury. Another nobody with a backstage pass. You weren’t naïve to the assumptions.
You pictured the hotel lobby you wouldn’t belong in, the flight you couldn’t afford, the unfamiliar weight of expensive sheets that would only remind you of everything you lacked. You imagined standing beside him, cameras flashing, and you, wearing a dress that wasn’t over 100 euros, pretending not to care that you didn’t fit in.
But then again, none of that mattered when you were reminded that he didn’t care. Because despite everything, he chose you. Not for appearances. Not for convenience. Just… you. And maybe that’s why you said yes.
So, you went.
The hotel was obscene. The bed felt like sleeping on clouds. There was a robe with your name embroidered on it. You cried the first night, alone, quietly, facing the giant window that overlooked a city you never thought you’d see in your twenties.
You met the team. You sat with the McLaren crew, hands trembling as the lights went out. You screamed louder than anyone when he overtook in Lap 9. You jumped up and down like a kid. You forgot how to breathe when he waved to you during the cool-down lap.
He pulled you into the garage afterwards, pressed his forehead against yours, and kissed you. Right there, in front of his engineers and cameras and God knows who else, Oscar Piastri kissed you like he didn’t care what the world had to say.
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oscarpiastri could not have done it without your yelling in the grandstands
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yoursister constructors champs thanks to glitter sign girl 😭🙏
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↳ oscarpiastri cheers george
user papaya family but make it ✨glitter✨
user notice how yn liked this in 0.4 seconds? power couple
yourbff do i get honorary papaya status or…?
user oscar smiling with his whole face is my roman empire
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After that, there were no more half-measures.
He came to visit your hometown during winter break. Met your friends. Sat on your sagging couch and watched bad movies with them like he’d known them for years. Slept on your shitty twin bed with his knees hanging off the edge and didn’t complain once. Ate greasy street food from paper plates and called it "fucking gourmet." Wore a cap over his eyes to avoid being recognized, though the McLaren logo always gave him away.
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oscarpiastri still can’t believe yourbff trash-talked me mid-round
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yourfriend we play to win 😌
user small town winter dates >>>
user HE’S COLD SOMEONE GIVE HIM A SCARF
↳ yourusername he refused the scarf i offered??
↳ oscarpiastri because it had pink glitter on it
↳ yourbff and you would’ve looked adorable, coward.
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charles_leclerc so… sleeping until noon and eating instant noodles?
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↳ oscarpiastri it was your fault yourusername
yourbff he ate 3 slices of leftover pizza for breakfast
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↳ user i bet this was all her idea
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You took him to the museum downtown and he walked through it like it was the Louvre. Quiet, curious, asking you questions he already knew the answers to just to hear you talk. At the gift shop, he picked up a paperback with a soft blue cover, turned to you and said, “You mentioned this one, right?” Before you could protest, it was in a paper bag wrapped just for you.
He always did that. Paid for things without blinking. Dinners, Uber rides, groceries when your fridge was empty. Sometimes, even when he was half a world away in Australia, he’d send a text with a delivery ETA for the takeout he knew you were too tired to order yourself. You hated it. Hated how it made your throat tighten, how it chipped away at your sense of pride, of independence, of being enough. You fought him every time. Reached for your own card. Argued in low voices behind menus. Once you even canceled an Uber before he could book it himself.
“I don’t want to feel like a sugar baby.” you muttered under your breath once, flustered and cold, as he handed his card over for the new coat you tried on.
Oscar took the coat gently from the cashier, turned to you, and wrapped it around your shoulders like it was nothing.
“You’re not,” he said simply, pulling the collar up around your neck with a softness that made your heart ache. “If I don’t spend all my money on you, what the fuck am I doing with my life, then?.”
And it was the way he said it that made your defenses crumble. Because he didn’t say it like he owned you, he said it like he belonged to you too.
And slowly, people started to notice. It wasn’t anything too out of control, or crazy. Paparazzi caught photos and tweets began circulating.
Who was the girl with the cracked phone screen? The one who screamed during quali, who brought brownies to the Ferrari garage, who hugged George Russell like they were childhood friends? Oscar Piastri’s girlfriend. No media training. No verified checkmark. Private instagram. But to your surprise, no one ever really minded. Quite the opposite, fans started to really love you.
Clips of you waving your arms madly when Oscar crossed the finish line started going viral. Fans gave you friendship bracelets and asked for photos. Someone even made a fan cam of your brownies with dramatic music behind it. The comments were flooded with “protect her at all costs” and “Oscar’s literally winning on and off the track.”
They called you real. Relatable. And somehow, without trying to, you became a part of it. Not as a brand. Not as a token. Just… you. Cracked screen and all.
You didn’t mean to become a fixture in the paddock. You weren’t a model or a publicist or a glamorous, whisper-thin girlfriend with a background in fashion. You were just someone who loved Oscar and showed it… Loudly.
The first time you showed up trackside in one of his old academy shirts, people thought you were staff. You handed out cookies to the McLaren mechanics. You gave Lando a homemade tiny cake that said “brake later, idiot” in colorful sprinkles for his birthday. You cheered so hard when Oscar crossed the line P4 that Zak Brown actually flinched next to you.
“Jesus Christ,” he laughed, hand over his chest. “You scared the life out of me.”
You grinned, unapologetic.
You didn’t care about looking polished. You wore jeans and sneakers when you didn’t care to dress up, and sometimes would go for miniskirts and boots when you were in a good mood. You took selfies with little kids in fan gear. You got emotional after every race and even cried when Kimi got his first podium.
Amongst all of that, the grid adored you. Charles asked you to babysit Leo a few times. George called you at 4 p.m to gossip. Alex invited you and Oscar over for game nights. Even Lewis greeted you with a smile once, and you nearly passed out.
But there was one person who never smiled at all. Lando’s girlfriend. She didn’t ignore you, not exactly. She looked at you the way rich girls sometimes do. Polite, dismissive. Smirking like she’d read your entire financial history just from your Zara sneakers. She never said anything outright, but her compliments were always laced with something else.
“Oh my god, that’s so cute you made cookies! You’re like a real housewife already.”
You laughed it off. Tried to be gracious. You weren’t here to make enemies, you just wanted to support your boyfriend and survive long-haul flights without maxing out your overdraft.
But slowly, you started to hear the whispers:
“I heard she still lives with roommates.”; “Apparently, Oscar’s paying for everything.”; “Gold digger vibes, honestly.”; “She’s just… embarrassing. All that yelling? So unclassy.”
You didn’t know who said what. But you had suspicions about where it started.
Leila never looked like she was gossiping, but her eyes always flicked over to you when people whispered. Her laughter was always a beat too loud when someone made a joke at your expense. You tried not to let it get to you. However, some days, it did.
Oscar noticed before you said anything. It was after the Barcelona race. You’d been quiet the whole night, picking at your dinner, the usual sparkle in your eyes dulled.
He reached for your hand across the table.
“Who said something?”
“What?” You blinked.
“You shut down the second we left the paddock,” he said gently. “Was it Lando? Someone on the team?”
“No. No one important.” You shook your head.
He didn’t press, but his jaw tightened. Later that night, when you fell asleep tangled in hotel sheets, he picked up his phone and texted Lando.
Lando did handle it. Or at least, he tried, but it wasn’t really enough.
What started small, escalated a little too quickly. People didn’t look you in the eye as much. Conversations shifted when you approached. One PR girl made a pointed comment about “setting a precedent” when Oscar offered to pay for your paddock pass. You brushed it off. You were used to being underestimated. You could take whispers. But you couldn’t take the way Oscar started looking at you, worried.
He tried to hide it. Smiled a little too wide. Squeezed your hand a little too long. But every time you winced at a sideways glance, or stiffened when someone said “plus-one” instead of your name, he felt it too.
And then there was Lando. He was kind to you. Always had been. But lately, he seemed tense… watchful. Like he wanted to say something but hadn’t figured out how.
Until one night, after a team dinner, he pulled Oscar aside while you were in the bathroom.
“You sure she’s not… I don’t know. Taking advantage a little?”
Oscar blinked.
“What?”
“I’m just saying, mate,” Lando said carefully, “you’re flying her all over the world. Buying her all this stuff. And Leila thinks it’s a bit sus.”
Oscar’s smile dropped.
“Oh. So this is about Leila.”
“She’s just protective,” Lando offered. “She thinks if someone’s not on your level, like, financially or socially or whatever, it opens the door for… motives.”
Oscar scoffed.
“She bakes cookies for your race engineers and cried when Gabi got a point. What motive is that? World domination via kindness?”
Lando hesitated.
“I know. I like her,” he admitted. “But Leila’s been talking, and people are starting to wonder. You just… should know.”
Oscar’s voice went cold, flat in a way Lando had never heard before.
“Tell her to stop.”
“What?”
“Tell Leila to shut her mouth. I’m not asking.”
“Mate...”
“She’s not just talking about her. I really don’t like these types of comments. She hears this shit. She feels it. And she’s never done anything to deserve it.”
Lando looked genuinely surprised by the heat in Oscar’s voice. Then, after a beat, he nodded.
“Alright. I’ll talk to her.”
Oscar didn’t thank him. Just walked back to you, calm like nothing had happened, but his hand gripped yours tighter for the rest of the night.
Lando tried. You could tell.
Leila went quiet for a while. Smiled more and didn’t say much. But her eyes still scanned you like a headline. Still curled her lip when you cheered too loudly or wore a McLaren hoodie instead of a dress. You were never in the same room together anymore, avoiding contact like one of you were infected by the plague. However, unkind people can’t really seem to stop their bad habits.
And it happened again. The final straw, during dinner.
The table stretched across the private room of an upscale Milanese restaurant, lit by flickering candles and the soft clink of wine glasses. Everyone was there, Max with his arms crossed, Charles mid-laugh, Alex teasing George about his skincare routine. You sat tucked under Oscar’s arm, fingers laced together beneath the tablecloth.
You hadn’t wanted to come. Not after the week you had, stressed about midterms and your roommate who couldn’t figure out how to pay for the fucking Internet so it got cut out. And especially not after the burning silence Leila offered you like it was a kindness. But Oscar asked, so you did.
The wine flowed. The food was endless. Someone played music from their phone in a cup. You started to relax. Lando passed you a plate. Pierre complimented your earrings. You even laughed at something Leila said, which never happened.
You didn’t know who started the conversation, but it drifted toward off-season plans, travel, rest, who was going where after the final race. Oscar had just said something about wanting to go somewhere quiet with you, no cameras, no chaos, when someone asked:
“Wait, isn’t she still in school? How do you even manage that, flying around all the time?”
You smiled politely, already used to the question.
“It’s a nightmare with the time zones, but I work ahead when I can. Professors are surprisingly chill about it if you ask early enough.”
Carlos raised a brow, impressed.
“Damn. That’s dedication. Uni and F1 weekends?”
“Honestly, it’s not as glamorous as it sounds,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Most of the time I’m just writing essays in hotel lobbies and begging Wi-Fi to work.”
That earned a few laughs, a few knowing nods.
“What are you studying again?” Lewis asked, raising his voice over the noise.
“Psychology.”
“No way? Honestly, really nice. I really do hope you do well.”
“Thank you, Lewis.” You replied with a soft smile.
Then Leila tilted her head, swirling her wine again like she was performing for invisible cameras.
“I’m sure your resume will be impressive,” she said, voice syrupy-smooth, “Make sure you add Oscar’s sugar baby on the corner.”
The table went dead silent. Your throat dried, your stomach twisted. Oscar’s hand, still on your leg under the table, went tense, his thumb stopped moving. You forced a smile, eyes trained on your dessert plate, the fork you suddenly couldn’t hold quite right. You didn’t dare look at her, didn’t dare look at anyone, in fact.
She smiled at you, tight, plastic, laced with venom, and took a bite of crème brûlée like she hadn’t just gutted you in public.
Oscar didn’t speak right away, he sat very still. Then he set his wine glass down with a soft, deliberate clink and turned fully toward her.
“What did you just say?”
Leila took a slow sip of her wine, the smirk barely hidden behind the rim of her glass.
“Relax,” she said lightly. “It was a joke.”
“No, it wasn’t.” His voice was calm. Deadly calm. “Say it again. Look at her and say it again.”
The entire table was still now. Lando’s eyes darted from Oscar to Leila like he couldn’t believe what was happening.
“You’re overreacting.”
Oscar pushed his chair back slightly, not standing, not making a scene, but enough to make his presence known.
“You don’t talk to her like that,” he said, louder now. “Not here. Not ever.”
“Oscar–” Lando tried, but Oscar didn’t stop.
“She didn’t ask for a thing. I offered. I insisted. And she said no, over and over, because she didn’t want anyone to think exactly what you think. That she’s only here for what I can give her.” He looked around the table now, voice rising. “She’s given everything without expecting a damn thing back.”
It was sharp. The kind of anger Oscar rarely showed in public, especially not at a table full of drivers and their companions.
You stared at your plate, blinking fast, the lump in your throat impossible to swallow. The shame clung to you, sticky and sour, but Oscar’s hand was still in yours, tight and unwavering.
And then, unexpectedly, it was Lewis who leaned forward, slow and deliberate.
“I don’t know what kind of circles you run in, Leila, but some of us don’t measure people by their bank account or their follower count.”
His words didn’t rise above conversation level, but the weight of them was impossible to miss.
“She’s clearly working hard to be here, and balancing uni on top of everything? That’s something most people in this room couldn’t do,” he continued, tone measured, respectful, but unmistakably harsh. “You don’t have to like everyone, Leila, but maybe don’t try to tear down a woman who’s doing nothing but minding her business and showing up with grace.”
Leila’s smile faltered, only for a fraction of a second, but it was enough.
George cleared his throat.
“Yeah, and maybe don’t throw around the term ‘sugar baby’ when someone’s just trying to survive school and support themselves. It’s not exactly the burn you think it is.”
You didn’t know where to look after the dead silence that followed. You were still frozen, half-embarrassed, half-overwhelmed, but when you glanced up, Oscar was already watching you. His hand tightened just slightly in yours.
“You’re being dramatic.” Leila scoffed.
Lando slammed his napkin down.
“No. They’re not.” His voice was hard now too. Uncharacteristically serious.
“You can’t be serious.” Her mouth dropped open.
“I am.” Lando snapped.
Everyone looked at him, startled, because his tone was so calm. So steady. So... final.
Leila blinked at him, confused.
“It was a joke, babe.”
Lando shook his head slowly.
“No. That wasn’t a joke. That was just mean.” He leaned back in his chair a little, like he was seeing her clearly for the first time. “You knew exactly what you were saying. And you said it to humiliate her.”
The girl stiffened.
“Seriously? You’re taking her side now?”
“I’m not taking sides, I just don’t like people who treat others like that. Especially not someone who’s done absolutely nothing to deserve it.” You stared down at your plate, trying not to make it worse, trying not to breathe too loudly. But Lando didn’t stop. “I don’t want to be with someone who thinks that kind of behavior is funny.”
Leila’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Her face hardened, but he wasn’t even looking at her anymore. He looked away, like he was already done. Like that was it.
Leila stared at him like he’d grown a second head, but no one came to her defense. Max cleared his throat, Charles avoided her gaze. Even Lily, halfway through a bite of dessert, just said: “Yikes.”
Leila stood up. No goodbye, but most importantly, no apology. She just picked up her bag, shoved in her chair, and left.
The silence lingered, until – thankfully – Kimi with all his young grace and naivety had the courage to open his mouth.
“…So. Um. Can I have her crème brûlée?”
The table burst into cautious laughter, except for you. You were still frozen, eyes stinging, throat tight. You didn’t know where to look. Oscar leaned close, brushed his lips against your temple with a gentle kiss.
You excused yourself from the table, said you needed to use the bathroom, but went blindly across the restaurant, pushing through the glass door, feeling the night air hitting your skin like a slap.
You pressed your back to the wall for support, while controlling the tears from falling down.
It wasn’t short after when someone said your name, very softly. You looked up through blurred vision to see Lando, walking over to you, his face drawn with something close to heartbreak.
“Hey…,” he said, already pulling his jacket off and draping it around your shoulders. “It’s okay.”
You tried to shake your head, to smile or brush it off or say something, but no words came, you knew if you opened your mouth it would all turn into an uncontrollable sob.
“She was out of line,” he said after a moment. “I’m really sorry. What she said was cruel and wrong.”
“Is Oscar… mad?”
Lando smiled, something soft and knowing behind it.
“Madly in love with you? Definitely.” He pulled out his phone. “I’m texting him.”
“No. I’ll just go back inside.”
“He’ll want to know. He’s probably tearing the restaurant apart trying to find you right now.”
And he was. Because within ninety seconds, the door swung open and Oscar was running toward you, nearly stumbling over his feet when he saw you against the wall in Lando’s jacket.
“Baby, Jesus, why’d you leave? I was looking everywhere…”
You reached for him without thinking, grabbing the front of his shirt like a lifeline, and he caught you in his arms, holding you like he’d never let go again.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered into his shoulder. “I didn’t want to cause a scene.”
“You didn’t,” he murmured, lips pressed to your temple. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Lando gave you a soft pat on the back and stood, wordlessly disappearing back toward the dining room and closing the door behind him.
Oscar pulled you closer.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to ever experience something like this.”
Your fingers gripped the collar of his shirt, grounding yourself in the smell of him, warm skin, something clean and familiar, like cotton and a comfort you hadn’t had in days.
“It’s okay.” you said.
His arms tightened.
“It’s really not,” he said.
You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.
“I used to worry,” you said, voice cracking slightly, “about not being able to give you anything. About not fitting into this world.” A pause. His brow furrowed, but you smiled before he could interrupt. “But I realized tonight… someone in this relationship needs to bring the jokes.”
A breath caught in his chest, then he let out a quiet, broken laugh, forehead pressing to yours like he couldn’t believe you still had it in you.
“You’re unreal,” he murmured.
You shrugged, lips twitching.
“I try.”
For the first time that night, the weight began to lift. Not gone, but lighter. Because somehow, even in the wreckage, you could still make each other laugh. And maybe that was enough to hold onto.
“I love you,” he said. Simple. Steady. Certain.
You breathed out like you’d been underwater.
“I love you too.”
Later that night, in the quiet of the hotel room, he helped you out of your dress with soft hands, kissed the back of your neck like it was sacred, and pulled you into bed still wrapped in Lando’s jacket.
He just held you. Like you were enough, and finally safe.
Months passed. Seasons changed, headlines faded. But he never let go of the way you held onto him that night.
It was June. The air was heavy with heat and blooming trees, and your skin prickled under your gown as you lined up with your classmates. The tassel on your cap kept swinging into your eyes, and your stomach buzzed with a nervousness you didn’t expect. You had survived. Midterms between time zones. Essays written from cold hotel rooms and long-haul flights. And now, finally, you were you again, on your own terms.
In the crowd, you spotted him before anyone else. Sunglasses tucked into his shirt, camera slung awkwardly over his shoulder, a bouquet of slightly squished sunflowers in one hand. He wasn’t trying to hide this time. What you didn’t expect was the entire fucking grid.
Oscar had asked for the date of your graduation weeks ago, and you gave it to him, but softly, like you didn’t want to assume. He was a Formula 1 driver. It was the middle of the season. Everyone was flying off to yachts, to mountain hideaways, to brand events and photoshoots. You told him he didn’t have to come, that you’d understand.
But he just smiled and kissed your forehead.
“I’ll be there. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
So when the day came and they called your name, at first you thought you were imagining it. Cheering? Chanting? And then you heard them.
It started with the whistles. Like soccer-stadium-grade whistles. Multiple. From every direction. Then the trumpets. Out of nowhere. Real brass, badly played, off-key, loud as hell.
You barely stepped onto the stage before the unmistakable beat of Brazilian funk blasted through a speaker someone, probably Ollie and Kimi, snuck into the back of the venue. It was loud and it was followed immediately by confetti cannons, like, four of them. Exploding in gold, silver, pink, and glitter that absolutely got in some poor mother’s eyes.
Carlos jumped onto a chair waving a glitter-covered sign that read: "DR. MAMI" while Charles held one that sparkled in the sun: "CAN’T SPELL GRADUATE WITHOUT THE ATE"
George had a full drum strapped to his chest, banging it like it was Carnival in Rio. Lando? Lando was sobbing with laughter, wearing a shirt with your grad photo Photoshopped onto the body of the Mona Lisa. Captioned: "ART."
Max… cold, quiet Max Verstappen… was chewing gum, sunglasses on, with a glittery banner wrapped around his chest like a beauty queen sash that said: “SMARTER THAN ME, HOTTER THAN YOU.”
Yuki had a vuvuzela. That he was playing. At full volume. Lewis was filming all of it, whispering “this is historic” into his phone like it was a nature documentary.
Pierre screamed into the megaphone, “HONORS DEGREE, HOT AS HELL, GET YOU A WOMAN WHO CAN DO BOTH!” before setting off a small handheld firework that was very much not authorized by campus staff.
You? You were frozen on stage. You took your diploma with shaking hands, barely able to breathe, and the Dean, to her credit, just looked at you with a resigned expression and said,
“...You must be very loved.”
You nodded, eyes still wide.
“Unfortunately, yes.”
The crowd was in chaos. Parents were confused and teachers were still trying to process. But all you saw were them, your chaos. Your people.
Lando and George ran up first, both in your university colors, eyes glassy, pulling you into a hug before you could even process what was happening.
“Surprise!” Lando beamed. “You didn’t think we’d let you scream for us all season and not return the favor?”
“We coordinated travel like it was a triple header,” George said, dead serious. “Toto helped. I won’t lie.”
“Toto’s here?” you choked out, laughing through tears.
He pointed, and sure enough, there he was, in sunglasses and a suit, clapping politely like you’d just signed for Mercedes.
Oscar was the last to reach you. He didn’t say anything at first. Just wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground, spinning you once as the crowd around you kept cheering. When he set you down, he framed your face in both hands and whispered,
“I told you I’d be here.”
“Your presence was made very known.”
He smiled.
“Did you like my shirt?”
You took a few steps back to read the bold pink letters: “My girlfriend is literally graduating.”
“Your girlfriend is literally graduating, huh?”
“She graduated, actually… Don’t make me remake the shirt…”
“Wonder where you got this genius idea from.”
“Must’ve read it in a sign somewhere.”
You chuckled, softly. Your chest swelled with something too big to name. People stared, but for once, you didn’t care. Because this wasn’t about them. It was about cheering for you like you’d always cheer for him. With pride, and pure genuine love.
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yourusername grad u ate. special thanks to my friends and incredible boyfriend for creating chaos when my name was called 😭😍
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oscarpiastri worth it. still finding glitter in my shoes tho
↳ charles_leclerc and in my hair. how??
↳ lando you deserved it for throwing the first handful
georgerussell63 i nearly got escorted out by security 💀
yourbff the t-shirts were the BEST part
user PLEASE post a pic of the shirts!!
alex_albon massive thanks to the print shop for not questioning us
yourmom i’m still vacuuming the confetti out of the living room
maxverstappen1 was totally innocent in all of this
↳ lando lies.
user imagine graduating to a full F1 grid screaming your name 😭 goals
yourfriend there’s no such thing as “too much glitter”
↳ oscarpiastri there is. ask my car seats.
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oscarpiastri she makes me the proudest 💘
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yourusername stopppp 🥹 i love you
lando you’re only proud because you got to throw glitter at her
↳ oscarpiastri a win win
charles_leclerc i’ve never seen someone smile so much
georgerussell63 I'm not guilty of any local noise ordinances
↳ yourbff you yelled louder than her own parents 😭
↳ yourmom confirmed.
estebanocon not to brag but i started the standing ovation
user this is actually the cutest post you’ve ever made
user why is this giving romcom finale energy??
maxverstappen1 not pictured: me dodging glitter bombs like my life depended on it
↳ oscarpiastri weak.
↳ alex_albon also not pictured: lando slipping on the stage
↳ lando IT WAS THE CONFETTI OKAY
↳ yourusername i literally have the video saved forever
user the fact the whole grid showed up for her >>>>>
user now i’m manifesting this for my graduation
carlossainz55 still upset my shirt was one size too small
↳ georgerussell63 not our fault you skipped the fitting
charles_leclerc still vacuuming my car btw
↳ oscarpiastri good.
note: just a quick idea i couldn't get out of my head ! my asks/messages are open for any requests or writing advice <3
warnings : swearing, implied/referenced sex
fc: lola tung
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yourusername: #imissmyboyfriend
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yourusername: oscar come home
↳ oscarpiastri: I’ve not even been gone one day
↳ yourusername: i’m withering away
user: yn is a real #yearner
oscarpiastri: Is that last photo really how you see us?
↳ yourusername: yep!
↳ oscarpiastri: Really?
↳ yourusername: …yes?
user: she’s so real for this
user: that third photo lmfao it really is her and oscar
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ynpriv: guys im having oscar withdrawals im drying up like a fish without water
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oscaaaah: You’re dry? I think I can fix that.
↳ yourusername: PLEASE PLEAE PLEASE PLSLP
↳ logansargeant: Gross
↳ yourusername: do you want to die?
hattiepiastri: pretending this isn’t about my brother👎🏻
↳yourusername: sorry hats pls dont tell nicole
oscaaaah: You’re so fucking hot 😩😩
↳ yourusername: no u 🥵
↳ ln4priv: Watch your language osc
↳ yourusername: please do not talk to him. this is the last time i’m asking 😠
↳ ln4priv: You cant keep us apart
↳ oscaaaah: ?
lilympriv: alex has left me all on my own too. lets go on a date 🫶🏻
↳ yourusername: omg yes 👩❤️💋👩
↳ albono23: what the hell
↳ oscaaaah: Yeah, what the hell?
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↳ lilymhe: say less
↳ alex_albon: what do the scissors mean are you going to cut me should i be scared
↳ yourusername: lmao
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yourusername: my husband (oscar) is home from the war (mclaren simulator) #exmilitarywife
warnings: maybe some slightly suggestive content but it’s mostly in a humorous way, other than that this is straight up corny shit they’re STUPID about one another and it’s EMBARRASSING!!!!! idiot friend to lovers supremacy!!!!! max is horrendously down bad and i contemplated saying he’s ooc but then i remembered that he’s literally my barbie doll and i can make him do whatever i want bc this is fiction
author’s note: i said i'd post this later tonight, and it's barely past midnight so technically i wasn't lying
part 1 masterlist
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yourusername out and about !! 😁
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maxverstappen1: Did you not want to tell people that you dropped your food immediately after taking the picture
⤷yourusername: i’m going to kill you with my bare hands
⤷maxverstappen1: redbullracing
⤷yourusername: DID YOU ACTUALLY JUST SNITCH ON ME?????
⤷redbullracing: hi yn
⤷yourusername: admin i want you to know that this isn’t who i am max just brings it out
⤷redbullracing: we know 😊🫶 we still love you!
⤷maxverstappen1: what the fuck
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maxverstappen1 A bit of home
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yourusername: :D 💙 liked by author
redbullracing: feeling a little excluded…
⤷extralia: don’t worry admin you get used to it eventually
⤷redbullracing: 😕
user31: 3 pictures of your “best friend” for no reason is seriously so insane when you have contractual obligations on social media
⤷user22: he never gaf
user40: she is literally a cutie patootie
user11: the picture of her in the yellow dress is from the same day she posted about which means he was just there with her and all of her friends taking their pictures 😭
⤷user8: he’s trying to become her wag liked by extralia
user10: the pic of her laying down in the robe and the pic of donut on the bed… a mother and her child
⤷user16: donut is max’s cat?? he had him way before he met her 😭
⤷user10: and? she is the mother that stepped up
user77: willingly posted on social media, and it’s not sponsored content, AND he posted actually good pictures of himself… what is he on
⤷user52: HE SNORTED A WHOLE LINE OF LOVE
⤷user77: 😭 ?
user37: happiest he’s ever looked and it’s because of a random med student
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redbullracing We spent the day with Max and YN to see what the two best friends get up to together!
The full video is out on YouTube in 3 days!
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yourusername: I’m sorry for how much footage you had to cut of Max and I saying bad words he is a bad influence on me
⤷maxverstappen1: Don’t start with me
⤷yourusername: whatever loser
maxverstappen1: I would just like everyone to know that I largely did not approve of this video and I can’t be held accountable for anything that happened in it
⤷user26: this is so ominous i can’t imagine what could have him saying this…
⤷user20: i could definitely guess what has him scared like this and it’s his terminal case of down bad-ism
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redbullracing Focus doesn't come easy out of the car for MV1 😉
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maxverstappen1: Not sure which one of the social media admins I pissed off recently, but I am sorry for whatever I did
⤷redbullracing: We accept your apology, but we're still posting the video
⤷maxverstappen1: 😐
user44: my god they got him in 4K
user7: mr car himself seen smiling for reasons unrelated to car... i should buy a lottery ticket
user62: PLEASE DELETE MANY ARE ASKING YOU TO DELETE
user21: this is the first time i've ever believed the whole "max is a completely different person when he's out of the car" cause who the hell is this
user9: lando in the likes i know he is screenshotting this shit and sending it to max to clown on him
yourusername: :)))) liked by maxverstappen1
⤷user31: the fact that he liked her comment when it's this far down on the post, he wasn't tagged in it, and it's just a fucking smiley face. is this who people call mad max???
⤷user5: Sometimes a beautiful woman will come into your life and you just have to make yourself look like an absolute idiot in front of her at all times and for whatever reason she becomes endeared and decides to stick around liked by maxverstappen1
⤷user31: you sound like you're speaking from personal experience
⤷user5: My wife and I have been together for 7 years. It works, trust me liked by maxverstappen1
⤷user31: ykw hell yea
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maxverstappen1: I'm a thousand miles away from you and you look like this?
yourusername: I'm... sorry ?
maxverstappen1: You should be
yourusername: 😀
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extralia: literally when were you in my room to steal my clothes I've been home all day
yourusername: stole them 3 weeks ago in preparation for this
extralia: WTF
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maxverstappen1 Happy with the win, happier to be home 💙
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yourusername: you're so cuteeeeeeee i love youuuuuuu liked by author
extralia: ok everybody stay calm it's happening IT'S HAPPENING
redbullracing: Could you be a little happier with the win... maybe we wanted a kiss too or something
⤷maxverstappen1: I'm going to block you
⤷redbullracing: :/
⤷user31: redbull admin i could treat you better
⤷redbullracing: we're contractually obligated to put up with his bullying 💔 but we'll never forget you #forbiddenlove
⤷user78: wtf is going on at redbull
tyyy21: Next time y'all ask me to take a picture and you start making out I'm drowning you both in the ocean and going on with my life
⤷yourusername: sorry you're jealous he kissed me and not you
⤷tyyy21: die
user11: everyone that called this from the beginning should be given financial compensation for having to wait this long for a hard launch
⤷user45: everyone knew they were basically married when max started bringing her up randomly at races. a whole ass press conference ended because he started talking about how smart she was and how he'd prefer she asked him questions because they wouldn't be so stupid
⤷user22: what is wrong with him
⤷user76: i'll try to be brief (1/436)
lando: aww losers ❤️ liked by yourusername & author
user9: everybody that's congratulating them doesn't realize they're about to be even more insufferable than before. good luck getting max to talk about literally anything else ever again
⤷extralia: Oh No
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