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Oscar piastri meeting the reader's pets for the first time? Like a cat or a dog and them being introuduced to each other 🥹😂
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Oscar had insisted on taking you out for dinner the night he arrived back in the UK after a few weeks away racing. Three weeks wouldn’t seem extreme for most couples in the paddock, but your relationship was new enough that every day without seeing the other was almost painful, a grey cloud hovering over both your heads at the other’s absence.
Despite his exhaustion, Oscar had been almost giddy as he pulled up to the outside of your apartment building. He’d swallowed his excitement when he saw you waiting just outside the door, pulling a cardi over your dress and waving happily when you recognized his car.
Now, a few hours later and the excitement of being reunited was beginning to wear off. Being in your presence was now only calming for Oscar and he blinked heavily in the low light of the restaurant.
“..Oz?” you said gently, reaching out to touch his hand resting on the hardwood table.
“Hmh?” he started, furiously blinking. “I’m sorry,” he apologised sheepishly. “I love being here and talking to you…the jet lag is just catching up to me more than I thought it would.”
You laugh lightly, squeezing his hand.
“Don’t apologise, you must be shattered. Why don’t we get the check and I’ll drive you home?”
Oscar nods gratefully at your plan and rises from his seat. Despite his sleepy state he insists on paying for your meal, swiftly tapping his card on the machine before you can even get your wallet out of your bag. You kiss him on the cheek in thanks, then hold out your hand.
“Keys?”
Oscar hesitates.
“Baby,” he starts. “I trust you…but are you sure you want to drive my car?” he asks.
You roll your eyes, taking them from his hand and leading him to the sports car, gesturing for him to climb into the passenger side.
After a jerky start you get a feel for his car and begin to glide smoothly through the dark London streets.
“Uhm, I don’t actually know the way to your flat,” you say, glancing over and seeing Oscar napping quietly against the cold window. You smile softly at the sight, deciding you’ll have to take him back to yours, at least just so he can take a proper nap.
You lead him gently to the front door, telling him your plan. “Maybe we watch a movie or something? And you can nap.”
As you open the door to your own flat, Oscar perks up at the sound of a small bell tinkling down the hallway.
“What..?” he questions, before a slightly overweight, brown and white cat comes padding into the room. The two men look at each other quietly.
“Oscar, this is Cheese. Cheese, This is Oscar.” you introduce. Cheese seems uninterested at the guest but follows you both into the lounge as you collapse onto the couch. He jumps up on your right side, turning around a few times until he finds his perfect spot in the cushions, purring gently into your side. Oscar sinks down on your left, letting his head loll against your shoulder as you skim through Netflix, settling on a few episodes of Friends because you’re both too tired to deal with something unfamiliar. Within a few minutes Oscar’s laid a pillow over your lap, laying down and curling into your side.
“Is this okay?” he mumbles into your thigh and you nod, raking a hand through his soft hair.
“I like your cat..” he trails off, succumbing to his sleep before you can reply.
You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder and pissing off the cat slightly with your movement.
“You guys will get along,” you whisper, neither directly to Oscar or Cheese. “You have a lot in common.”
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Hey guys! I'm moving alltoowelltom to my main blog @lvstrucks because I don't want to be a side blog anymore. I'm going to be moving my writing over and will be posting my usual content on there from now on. Thank you for all the support you've given this blog over the last few years, and I'd appreciate anyone who gives a follow over there so we can stay in contact x
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#oscar piastri x reader#lando norris x reader#formula 1 x y/n#smau#tom holland x reader#peter parker
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Oscar piastri meeting the reader's pets for the first time? Like a cat or a dog and them being introuduced to each other 🥹😂
thank you for requesting x
Oscar had insisted on taking you out for dinner the night he arrived back in the UK after a few weeks away racing.
Three weeks wouldn’t seem extreme for most couples in the paddock, but your relationship was new enough that every day without seeing the other was almost painful, a grey cloud hovering over both your heads at the other’s absence.
Despite his exhaustion, Oscar had been almost giddy as he pulled up to the outside of your apartment building. He’d swallowed his excitement when he saw you waiting just outside the door, pulling a cardi over your dress and waving happily when you recognized his car.
Now, a few hours later and the excitement of being reunited was beginning to wear off. Being in your presence was now only calming for Oscar and he blinked heavily in the low light of the restaurant.
“..Oz?” you said gently, reaching out to touch his hand resting on the hardwood table.
“Hmh?” he started, furiously blinking. “I’m sorry,” he apologised sheepishly. “I love being here and talking to you…the jet lag is just catching up to me more than I thought it would.”
You laugh lightly, squeezing his hand.
“Don’t apologise, you must be shattered. Why don’t we get the check and I’ll drive you home?”
Oscar nods gratefully at your plan and rises from his seat. Despite his sleepy state he insists on paying for your meal, swiftly tapping his card on the machine before you can even get your wallet out of your bag. You kiss him on the cheek in thanks, then hold out your hand.
“Keys?”
Oscar hesitates.
“Baby,” he starts. “I trust you…but are you sure you want to drive my car?” he asks.
You roll your eyes, taking them from his hand and leading him to the sports car, gesturing for him to climb into the passenger side.
After a jerky start you get a feel for his car and begin to glide smoothly through the dark London streets.
“Uhm, I don’t actually know the way to your flat,” you say, glancing over and seeing Oscar napping quietly against the cold window. You smile softly at the sight, deciding you’ll have to take him back to yours, at least just so he can take a proper nap.
You lead him gently to the front door, telling him your plan. “Maybe we watch a movie or something? And you can nap.”
As you open the door to your own flat, Oscar perks up at the sound of a small bell tinkling down the hallway.
“What..?” he questions, before a slightly overweight, brown and white cat comes padding into the room. The two men look at each other quietly.
“Oscar, this is Cheese. Cheese, This is Oscar.” you introduce. Cheese seems uninterested at the guest but follows you both into the lounge as you collapse onto the couch. He jumps up on your right side, turning around a few times until he finds his perfect spot in the cushions, purring gently into your side. Oscar sinks down on your left, letting his head loll against your shoulder as you skim through Netflix, settling on a few episodes of Friends because you’re both too tired to deal with something unfamiliar. Within a few minutes Oscar’s laid a pillow over your lap, laying down and curling into your side.
“Is this okay?” he mumbles into your thigh and you nod, raking a hand through his soft hair.
“I like your cat..” he trails off, succumbing to his sleep before you can reply.
You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder and pissing off the cat slightly with your movement.
“You guys will get along,” you whisper, neither directly to Oscar or Cheese. “You have a lot in common.”
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YOU ARE IN LOVE ⎯⎯ OP81
One night, he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses then says, “you’re my best friend” and you knew what it was, he is in love.
OR IN WHICH, oscar piastri is head over heels for his best friend, though he keeps his feelings a secret. He wins his first race in F1 and after seeing her cheering him on in the crowd he can’t hide his affections any longer.
( oscar piastri x fem!reader)
a/n ; I don't think there's any tw's in this but lmk if there is pls!!
All he could hear was his heartbeat in his helmet; it flooded his ears like static on a radio. After getting out of the car without a thought in his head, he stepped onto the car in front of the halo putting both of his arms into the air.
Adrenaline flooded his senses, his colorful helmet shined under the night race lights. The cheers were overwhelmingly loud as each voice blended together into the sea of people.
Subconsciously so, his ears searched for one voice in particular, one that was soft and comforting. The one he’d share a laugh with until three in morning. Or would tease him inexplicably. But the voice was stirred in with the rest.
Oscar stepped down from the car, and the first thing he did was run into the ocean of papaya. Many hands covered him, patting his back or helmet hearing many compliments on his win. After a minute or so of drowning himself in the praise and affection from his team he stepped away removing his helmet and placing it on a pedestal.
He ran a hand through his damp hair, it staying in place as he did so. A hand landed on his shoulder and he turned, seeing a man in a matching suit who pulled him into a hug. “Mate you did great.” He complimented, his voice directly in his ear.
The Australian didn’t realize how truly speechless he was until someone directly spoke to him. The words formed in his throat but never made it out of his mouth.
Lando pulled away with a light two taps on his back. “Thanks, maybe not pelting me with champagne could be a good job present.” Oscar jokes.
The Brit lets out a small laugh and shakes his head, “Oh c'mon you need the full podium experience-” Oscar’s attention on Lando was cut off, the voice.
The one he’d scanned for, moments before the voice had made itself known. She shouted his name from behind the short fence with the rest of the crowd desperately trying to get the man she’d known for most of her life’s attention. Oscar’s eyes searched the crowd, until they found her, he could’ve picked her out in any crowd his entire being always seemed drawn to her.
“Oscar!” His best friend. The only one he’s ever really known. Always supporting him, even today adorning herself in all papaya wearing a jersey he’d known for a fact had a huge eighty-one on the back (and might’ve been stolen from his closet), all for him.
Oscar rushed over, as soon as he’d spotted her after the race, he just knew he needed her in the moment. The calm, composedness of his being suddenly dissolved into the smokey air. Still with a small fence between them he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into a tight hug. Her arms naturally floated around his neck, they fit together perfectly like two puzzle pieces made just for one another. Camera flashes flooded their sudden embrace, and he lightly lifted her into the air as he tightened their hold on one another. They could’ve done the whole podium ceremony, everyone could have gone home and Oscar would’ve stayed here with his arms around her always.
“You did so well today.” Her voice was soft, the words only meant for him. She only wanted him to know how proud she was of him. How much her heart raced as he crossed the checkered flag, and how much support she’d carried with her for him through everything.
His impulsiveness took over as soon as he heard her speak, he wasn’t thinking about anything in that moment, not the cameras, the thousands of people that surrounded the pair, and certainly not the feelings he carried for her for many years; the feelings he kept deep down for too long, way too long. He only thought of her, the way her soft voice tickled against his skin and the flush it brought to his already red cheeks.
Placing a delicate but firm hand on her cheek which she covered with her own hand, her cheeks turning a light and kind shade of pink and a gentle smile formed from her lips. The lips Oscar just happened to notice how pink and heart shaped they’d been and how soft they looked compared to his own chapped ones.
Oscar slightly looked down and she’d looked up at him, her eyes seemed as if they were looking into him, as if she could’ve read his thoughts. Standing like this for a second, there was a moment where the Australian had contemplated, was he going to possibly ruin a friendship over his own feelings? Before he could even think about not doing it, her eyelashes fluttered warm and innocent and he filled the gap between them.
They were perfectly made for one another. They moved in sync, and she’d tasted of an orange mocktail and strawberry chapstick and everything that's made her, her. His thumb lightly stroked her cheek, and his arm snaked around her waist holding her tightly.
Both her arms ended up around his neck, smiling sweetly into the kiss and giggled lightly into the Aussies mouth. Not hearing the reactions from the crowd surrounding them.
When Oscar pulled away they’d both missed the warmth and comfort of one another. But realization hit him like a tidal wave, remembering all of his actions so clearly except for how her arms fit so perfectly around him, and the way she’d smiled at his affections.
His hand removed itself from her waist and mind started to race and he pictured missed calls, a missing eighty-one jersey in the crowd, losing the praise of a voice that motivated him to be better. He’d completely zoned out at this point and she’d used her hand placing it back on his freckled cheek and directing him to look at her. Of course she’d know what he was thinking.
She always did.
She’d looked up at him, a small glint in her eyes, that made Oscar wanna kiss her all over again but he held back, fear filling his chest so tightly he’d felt like he’d choke on it. He’d race cars at 300km/h without as much fear as he felt now.
Placing a hand on his other cheek, she stood on her tippy toes reaching his lips giving them a light peck. Her way of saying everything was gonna be okay. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of red and his arms comfortably made its way back around her waist and his hand slid up her back.
She looked up at him, anticipating him to make a move. Though she was impatient, she pulled his racing suit collar down and her lips landed on his once again. He gasped in between his lips, a small surprise of her sudden affection.
“I think I’ve always loved you.” He whispered into her mouth in between kisses, her heart shaped lips formed in a smile against his.
She pulled away, lightly biting his bottom lip, “you think I didn’t?” She grinned a light giggle leaving her lips.
It was like a candle had been relit in Oscar’s head, a candle that flamed only for her. A flame that reminded him how much he needed her, how much he’d been needing her. His arms tightened around her almost possessively so, he reveled in the taste and feeling of her, and how she finally knew that most of him was hers.
a/n ; my first f1 one shot! I'm really proud ngl and it's as cute as I was hoping! hope ya'll enjoy!
tags ; @whitcferrari @miguelasdr @lcvelctters @cedarbcws
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so ummm when is it My turn to receive love and affection
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Breaking Fingers - OP81
Summary: Oscar's girlfriend has the nasty habit of cracking her knuckles which is bad enough. But then she finds his hands.
No part 2 requests please
The bone crunching noise always makes Oscar grimace, he hates it.
"Y/n, please. Your poor hands." Oscar tries as he drives into the carpark.
"My hands are fine. Actually they feel so much better for it." Y/n smiles then sighing softly as she looks at him for a moment. "You know I don't do it to annoy you."
'I know but...your poor hands." Oscar repeats while she smiles at him brightly.
Thankfully y/n can only crack them once then she has to wait, so once they're parked up and out the car. Oscar gets some respite from her bone cracking habit.
Y/n divides from him letting him get on with everything he needs to focus on but he consistently returns to y/n and seems to find himself in the window of her knuckles being ready to be cracked because he's greeted by the spine chilling noise that always makes him grimace.
"Stop making that face. So judgy." Y/n laughs before she jumps up to her feet and links her hands behind his head with a grin. "I love you..."
"I love you too." Oscar hums before closing the space between them for a quick peck on the lips then moving his hands that are on her waist and using them to poke into her sides, watching her grit her teeth and try to move away to avoiding him tickling her.
"Going to start cracking my neck to freak you out next." Y/n comments making Oscar pull a completely disgusted face.
"No. Don't do that." Oscar grimaces watching her grin at him.
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A brief break and a moment of sitting with y/n, Oscar is talking to Lando while y/n plays with his hand absently. Not uncommon, but what he never expected it to feel her bend his finger like she does with her own and his knuckle to pop.
"Ah, y/n. Why?" Oscar gasps yanking his hand back while Lando is triggered into laughter purely from the reaction.
"Baby, that was the loudest knuckle crack-please let me do the rest." Y/n pouts batting her eyelashes and reaching for his hand. "It didn't hurt. I know it didn't."
"I believe her." Lando pipes up earning a glare.
"No. That did hurt. I don't break my fingers hourly." Oscar winces while checking his hands as if she's genuinely just broke his fingers. Y/n only continues to point for a moment earning a slightly glare before Oscar allows her to take his hand back, feeling instant regret when she flashes a toothy grin. "You are sadistic, torturing my poor hands. I use this for driving you know."
"You use them for a lot of things." Y/n comments earning more laughter from Lando that he definitely chokes on slightly while Oscar feels his face heat up a little.
Y/n cracks each finger and with some more readiness for the feeling, it doesn't hurt quite as much. But he still hates the feeling and hates the noise.
"You're never doing that again." Oscar states earning a pout but she nods in agreement.
Lando takes off at some point and y/n ends up lying her head in Oscar's lap while talking about something and somehow slyly getting hold of his other hand where she proceeds to crack his fingers on that hand too while he sort of just grits his teeth and takes it.
She follows up by cracking her own knuckles then groaning and stretching till the sound of her spine popping and cracking rips through the room.
"Y/n, that was your back." Oscar grimaces while she relaxes down against him with a lazy smile. "Your joints are fucked when we're old. I'm going to have to wheel you places. Probably feed you because you can't use your hands too."
"That sounds romantic." Y/n jokes earning a deadpanned expression. "I'm sorry. I know you don't like it."
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Oscar knows he should've really stopped y/n but after that first time he found her holding his hands and cracking his knuckles more and more. Annoyingly, she was right about it feeling nicer the more he allows her to do it.
His trainer isn't all that impressed but hasn't really said he's doing anything to cause permanent damage.
Right now they're just in Oscar's apartment, in a weekend off from racing and Oscar is sort of enjoying the relaxing away from crowds of people and the rush of a race weekend.
"I don't think you hate this as much as you claim you do anymore." Y/n smiles lightly earning a look from her boyfriend as she fiddles with his fingers, having already popped the knuckles. "I'm just saying."
Oscar doesn't comment, instead just moving his free hand up to play with her hair.
"If it stops you from cracking your own knuckles so much I guess I can live with it." Oscar states earning a grin before she suddenly move and sits up straddling over him. "Oh no what have I said?"
"You just show your love in weird ways but I...love you even more for it. Like letting me crack your knuckles even though you hate it just so I cut back on cracking my own knuckles." Y/n smiles then cupping his face and kissing every spot she can possibly place her lips on his skin. "For the record, I love you hands."
"I think I can say with confidence that I know that. Thanks for letting Lando know too by the way." Oscar hums moving his own hands down to rub her thighs, pushing the t-shirt she's been wearing a little further up.
"In my defence, I didn't actually expect him to hear me." Y/n murmurs making him smile at her since her tone gives away she might've actually been embarrassed by that. "Anyway...I love you."
"I love you too. Even if I have to spoon feed you because you can't hold utensils when we're old." Oscar smiles then pausing. "I'll have to find away around the fan you'll have made my hands just as bad as yours by cracking my knuckles too...we might have an issue."
"It's alright, by then robots will do everything for us. I bet they'll even be robots that crack our knuckles."
"No." Oscar states quickly making her laugh. "I'd only trust you with it."
"Aww...soft shite." Y/n laughs then leaning down into a slightly longer and heavier kiss which Oscar definitely can't help but smile into before he suddenly pushes her to the side and has her pinned to the sofa. "Alright, alright! Not a soft shite."
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I see everyone trying to figure out how Carlos’s appendicitis fits into the Alex’s Appendix Domino Effect lore.
To me it seems obvious:
Alex gets appendicitis, will miss Monza ‘22
Nyck de Vries fills in for Alex and impresses
AlphaTauri sign Nyck for 2023
AlphaTauri drop Nyck mid-2023 and pick up Danny Ric
Danny Ric breaks wrist, will miss some races
Liam Lawson fills in for Danny Ric
Liam Lawson edges Max Verstappen out of Q3 at Singapore ‘23, allowing for competition at the front
“CARLOS SAINZ, WINNER OF THE SINGAPORE GRAND PRIX”
As blood payment for the only non-Red Bull race win of the 2023 season, Carlos must surrender his own appendix
The Great Balance is finally restored in the universe
Max Verstappen gets 24 wins and 24 poles in 2024
This is the way of things.
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Grand Prix Final 2023: Gala Exhibition | Finale
now where do we sign a petition to let skaters have fairy wings at every gala?
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babygirl i can be the one note on all your original posts
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mastermind is such a weird song because you'll be vibing and then BAM the song is like remember all the times no one wanted to be your friend as a child?? remember?? do you remember?? take a moment and think about that. that alone loser child is still in you. it's the reason for your every decision. LOL! and then it goes back to being about how she planned to run into him or something
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