I would like to request an Oscar fic where his girlfriend is obsessed with Lando's monster!
I am currently obsessed with it because it tastes almost exactly the same as a Swedish ice cream called "Piggelin"
(You don't have to have that as the reason she loves it if you don't want to, that's just why I'm obsessed with it LOL)
And everyone (especially Lando) thinks it's so funny and even for her birthday gift her a pack of his monster drink (partially also to tease Oscar)
And the fans also loves it cause she's often seen in public or in the paddock with Lando's monster!
Puss puss 🥰
Much love 🫶
The Monster Problem
Oscar Piastri x Girlfriend!reader
Synopsis: Oscar’s girlfriend is accidentally famous for being obsessed with Lando’s Monster Energy. The fans love it, Lando encourages it, and Oscar suffers — especially when Lando gifts her a pack for her birthday.
Oscar swears he knew what he was signing up for when he started dating you.
He really did.
He knew you loved Lando like a brother.
He knew you had a chaotic streak.
He knew you were sweet, affectionate, and a little unhinged in the best way.
But he did not know you would become this obsessed with Lando’s Monster Energy drink.
It started as a joke — one sip from a can Lando left in the McLaren motorhome fridge.
Then another.
Then suddenly you were showing up to races with one in your hand like it was a fashion accessory.
And the worst part?
Everyone thought it was hilarious.
Especially Lando.
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THE PADDOCK CHAOS
You walk into the paddock holding your usual: a cold, perfectly‑condensed can of Lando Norris Monster Energy.
The cameras catch it instantly.
They always do.
Fans on Twitter have already made edits of you with the can.
Someone even made a fan cam titled “Oscar’s girlfriend and her true love.”
Oscar pretends he’s not jealous.
He fails.
“Morning,” Lando calls, spotting you before he spots Oscar. “Oh look — she’s got her emotional support drink again.”
You grin and raise the can like a toast.
“Breakfast of champions.”
Oscar groans. “You know you’re encouraging her.”
Lando shrugs. “She’s got taste.”
“She’s got a problem,” Oscar mutters.
You pat Oscar’s chest. “Relax. You’re still my favourite Australian.”
“That doesn’t help,” he deadpans.
Lando cackles.
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THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
Your birthday falls on a race weekend, which means two things:
1. Oscar wants to spoil you.
2. Lando wants to cause problems.
You walk into the hospitality lounge expecting a cake, maybe balloons, maybe a cute little gift from Oscar.
What you do not expect is a giant wrapped box sitting on the table.
Oscar looks suspiciously innocent.
Lando looks like he’s about to combust from holding in laughter.
“Go on,” Lando urges. “Open it.”
You tear the wrapping paper — and freeze.
Inside the box is a full 24‑pack of Lando’s Monster Energy drink.
You gasp like someone just proposed.
Oscar drops his head into his hands. “I can’t believe this is my life.”
Lando beams proudly. “Happy birthday, mate.”
You throw your arms around Lando first — which Oscar pretends not to be offended by — then you hug Oscar, who mutters, “I should’ve gotten you jewellery.”
“This is better,” you whisper dramatically.
Oscar stares at you like you’ve betrayed him on a spiritual level.
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THE FANS JOIN THE CHAOS
The moment photos hit social media, the internet explodes.
@ f1updates:
Oscar’s girlfriend receiving a 24‑pack of Lando’s Monster for her birthday is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.
@ piastrigfdefense:
She’s so real for this.
@ landonorris:
I’ve never felt more powerful.
Oscar replies:
Stop encouraging her.
You reply:
Never.
The fans adore it.
They start spotting you everywhere — in the paddock, in the grandstands, even in the background of Oscar’s interviews — always with a Monster in hand.
Someone edits a photo of you holding the can like a trophy.
Someone else makes merch.
Oscar is suffering.
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THE FINAL STRAW
After qualifying, Oscar walks into the garage and finds you sitting on a folding chair… sipping a Monster… wearing a McLaren hoodie… with Lando’s race number on it.
He stops dead.
Lando walks by, pats your shoulder, and says, “Good choice.”
Oscar’s eye twitches.
“Okay,” he says, stepping between you and the can like he’s confronting a rival. “This has gone too far.”
You blink innocently. “What has?”
“You,” he says, pointing at the can, “and that.”
Lando leans against the wall, arms crossed, enjoying every second.
Oscar sighs dramatically. “I’m losing my girlfriend to an energy drink.”
You stand, wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss him softly.
“You’re not losing me,” you murmur. “You’re just sharing me… with caffeine.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better.”
You kiss him again. “You’re still my favourite.”
Lando coughs loudly. “Second favourite, clearly.”
Oscar throws a towel at him.
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THE ENDING — SOFT, SWEET, AND STILL CHAOTIC
Later that night, you’re curled up on the hotel bed, head on Oscar’s chest, scrolling through fan edits of you and your Monster.
Oscar watches you with a mix of love and resignation.
“You know,” he says, brushing your hair back, “I could buy you a lifetime supply.”
You gasp. “Would you?”
“No,” he says immediately. “I’m not enabling this.”
You laugh and kiss his jaw. “I love you more than Monster.”
He smiles, finally satisfied. “Good.”
“…but only slightly.”
He groans, burying his face in your neck while you giggle.
And from the hallway, faintly, you hear Lando yell:
