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carlos sainz max verstappen oscar piastri charles leclerc mick schumacher daniel ricciardo george russell lewis hamilton alex albon logan sargeant f1 polyamory

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ollie bearman jack doohan franco colapinto

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pato o'ward david malukas

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summary , a series where the readers are the drivers and these handsome gentlemen are the wags

collab , @solaireverie

status , ongoing

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A DRINK OR TWO , after a nasty breakup you get black out at a bar and end up meeting someone who change your world

BEST HE'LL EVER WRITE , being the partner and muse of a celebrated author means that fans start connecting the dots sooner rather than later

CANDID PHOTOS , everybodies fav driver decides to spend off season down under and runs into someone who changes her life for the better

DADDY BOUGHT HIM A GIRLFRIEND , ferrari's team owners son is exposed for having a fan account for there number one driver and some how they end up fake dating for six months

ELECTRIC LOVE , people seem to be under the impression that you and your good friend sebastian are dating but little do they know kimi is way more your type

FASHION DISASTERS , a collaboration leads to fights disses and eventually blossoms into a whirlwind romance that no one saw coming

THAT LAVENDER HAZE , your florist husband spoils you with his creations

LET HIM COOK , he cooks in the kitchen while she cooks on track

MADRID PROPAGANDA , your brother is desperate for you to like real madrid and is willing to do whatever it takes to get there

ONE CHANCE BABY , a song on a collab album starts sparks on social media and reveles a long time crush that a rapper has on a certain ferrari driver

OWNER OF MY HEART , tension between teammates spirals out of control and people think new owner ship will help? well it did - but only for one of them

PAGES OF VOUGE , a fashion icon is drawn out of writing retirement by an equally iconic 8 time world champion which leads to love blossoming rather quickly

PAINTING PERFECTION ,a quick look around your house would tell anyone that you are a massive fan of a certain artist and with the help of the internet you become so much more than just a fan

PUT IT INTO SPEED DRIVE , alex is contracted to help you get out of trouble after you land in hot water

RIDE THE NEW WAVE , after a nasty break up you and lewis hamilton take a trip australia and you meet someone that makes you forget all about that loser of an ex

RULES OF BEING A BODYGUARD , after thing get a little tense between you and george after the brazil gp mark has his work cut out for him but remember rule number one - don't fall in love

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Home ~ MV33

Max Verstappen x Male!Military!reader

Summary: Max had been attending races with his daughter alone, people begin to wonder what happened to his husband. Until you show up to Vegas that is.

A/N: Me taking less than a week to write a fic? Crazy right?

A/N2: This was started before this mornings announcement, i’m still deciding whether or not to keep writing for Max.

Tagging: One mention of feeling sick, deployment (nothing graphic), Author keeps getting military reunion videos of their FYP, Toddler tantrum, This is real short and real low quality, Reader is implied to be an American citizen, media harrassment

June 2023

Max felt sick as soon as he seen the letter come through the post in the morning. That stupid emblem that you devoted your life to every time you left.

He considered putting it back in its place, pretending he hadn’t checked the post. He didn’t want to be the one to give you the potentially awful news that could be in that envelope. But he couldn’t do that, not when he knew it was there.

So, he ventured up to the nursery where you were sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the room bottle-feeding your 8 month old. You looked so happy, Max almost didn’t want to tell you. However he had to.

“(Y/N)” He said, catching your attention and holding the letter up. You went from smiling down at your giggling baby to your face dropping instantly. You wished you never had looked up.

“Oh- Swap with me” You said, handing Max Vanessa and then slipping the letter from his hand. You began opening the letter, eyes skimming the words until you said you had to go make a phone call and left the room.

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You tried to call anyone you could, Commanding officers, people of your rank, people much higher up but there was no way out of it, you were still in reserve and they needed you.

If wasn’t as if Max hadn’t expected it. He had uprooted his entire life to move to the country you served just so you didn’t have to leave all the time. You both knew this could happen before you got married.

Thats how you ended up at the airport 2 weeks later in your uniform, a fresh haircut and face shave done, with your bags with you. Random on lookers glaring at you with pity on their faces.

“I’m gonna miss you, little one” You said, holding the baby up and kissing her head gently. “You’re gonna be so big when I get back” You whispered gently against her skin.

“And I think I might miss you too” You said, kissing your husband and handing the baby back. “I love you both so much, I wish you luck on every race i’m gonna miss” You said before picking up your stuff and walking away before you sobbed in front of a packed airport.

Max and Vanessa were papped leaving the airport, nobody knew about you at this time. Just the baby. So it left people wondering why Max Verstappen was leaving the airport crying with no bags.

~

23rd November 2024 - Las Vegas

“Ness, please just put the sock on” Max pleaded, crouching on the floor by his hotel bed with a sock held in his hand. He was currently wrestling with your 2 year old to get her dressed for the Vegas GP. It was highly likely she would sleep through it but Max still had to get her dressed.

“No!” The little girl whined, kicking her feet trying to push Max away.

“Okay” Max sighed “What about these tights?” Max asked, holding up the pair of tights from his suitcase that would go with her dress instead.

“Yeah” Vanessa said sadly, wiping the meaningless tears she had said. God Max loved his toddler but man was she stressful work.

“Okay, tights it is” He said sighing as he pulled the pink and white polka dot tights up her legs.

Max had pulled her pretty blonde ringlets into a bow at the back of her head and they were ready to go.

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Max had managed to get Vanessa into her car seat without anymore tears than necessary. She was sat in her car seat with her giraffe stuffie that you had sent over.

“You excited to see papa win hm?” He said, looking in his mirror as he looked at his daughter in the backseat of his car.

“Yayyy papa win” the little girl said, throwing both her arms and her stuffed giraffe into the air in excitement.

The car got a little silent after that, she was dozing off for a mid-day nap to keep her going until a but later. Then you called, great, now Ness wouldn’t nap. As much as he loved you, you had awful timing when calling him. He answered using the button on the steering wheel.

“Hey, Liefje, I’m in the car with Ness. We’re on the way to the track.” Max answered, a somewhat monotone voice. He wouldn’t give an emotion until you expressed the nature of your call. Not after answering a bit too enthusiastically one too many times.

“Hi Darling, Hi Ness!” You said happily down the phone. Good, happy call. It also sounded quiet where you were, that usually meant downtime. Wherever you were.

“Hi daddy!” A now very excitable Vanessa screeched from the back seat.

“Hi baby, I was just calling to wish papa luck for his big race. So good luck, Max. I’ll try and speak to you a bit later okay? I just want to make sure I caught you before you got busy.” You said Lazily, you sounded relaxed. More relaxed than you had sounded on the phone is ages.

“Okay, (Y/N). I’ll call you later. Vanessa say bye bye to Dad” Max said, looking in the mirror to see if he still had her attention.

“Bye Daddy” She said blowing kisses to the phone even though you couldn’t see. She didn’t really get the difference between a Facetime and a call.

“Bye Ness, Bye Max” You said before promptly hanging up the phone.

~

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F1PaddockUpdts Max Verstappen arrives at the paddock with his daughter. Still no partner.

user1 Are we STILL on this, Max himself has come out and said he and his partner are totally fine. They’re just busy.

user2 yeah but busy every weekend for almost 2 years is absolutely wild, I mean come on 🙄

user3 Max is better than me bc if my partner refused to attend one race in TWO seasons I would be saying something

user4 Y’all lack any sense of privacy. Its wild

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Max came back to Red Bull to get his stuff and his daughter. He slid into his drivers room. He was sweaty, tired and wanted a nap but he needed to get Vanessa first. What Max didn’t know is that you followed him and he hadn’t noticed.

Max bent down to pick a very excitable daughter up and give her attention.

“Daddy back!” Vanessa exclaims excitedly as she wiggles in Max’s grasp, patting his shoulder excitedly.

“Yeah, i’m back. I won the championship” Max said, still not turning around to look over his shoulder. Assuming his daughter was talking to him.

“Noooo, you’re papa, not daddy” Venessa said with a cheeky grin on her face. She was pointing behind Max and he still thought nothing of it.

“Ness, I don’t understan-“ Max began before he was rudely interrupted by his daughter

“Papa, down” Vanessa demanded, wriggling her little legs as Max put her down in-front of him. She instantly ran into the space behind Max and his eyes followed. Then he seen what she meant.

You. Sat on the floor squeezing your baby tightly. Your bags at your side and a RedBull social media admin filming the whole thing. You hadn’t even changed properly, Camo trousers and a plain white t-shirt with your dog tags sat on your neck.

“See Papa, Daddy!” Vanessa half-yelled, muffled by your shoulder as you held her tight.

“Daddy” Max repeated just looking at you, it had been 16 months since he last seen you. Except the odd FaceTime on the odd occasions you had schedules that over lapped. “When did you get here?” He asked.

“I watched the race, now come here” You said from your position on the floor, beckoning max down to you. He did as he was told as you scooped him up in your other arm. “I am so proud of you, Baby. 4 championships, 4” You stated again. Kissing his hairline gently.

“Eww, kissing” Vanessa piped up.

“Ohh, is that how it is huh? No more bedtime kisses for you then” You said, lifting her up and moving her so she was sat between you and Max.

The RedBull admin had left, having got they footage they wanted and took the hint to leave.

“Noooo, I get kisses because i’m still little” She said, looking up at you “You don’t need kisses ‘cause you’re too big”

“I don’t think thats how it works Ness. You don’t get too big for kisses” You said as she still clung to you for dear life. You were surprised she even wanted to approach you since you hadn’t been with her since she was about 8 months old but apparently Max had made it a point to make sure she still knew who you were.

“And anyway I have been away for so long, I think I deserve to give my family kisses, dontcha think?” You said, attacking Vanessa with kisses and she started giggling loudly.

“Great, you come back and wind her up and now she won’t sleep tonight” Max half whined.

“Oh as if you had plans on sleeping tonight” You teased, rolling your eyes and kissing your husband properly this time

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user5 “See Papa, Daddy!” SOBBING, SCREAMING, HYSTERICAL.

user6 MILITARY-WIFE MAX VERSTAPPEN?!

user7 Y’all are fuh-reaks, this is so cute and THIS is your first thought?

user8 You weirdos owe Max an apology now we know where his partner was

maxverstappen1 Best surprise ever tbh

yourusername You’re welcome 🥳

Impulsive - Max Verstappen

@lilypat prompt request #1 & #17 - “I’m going to ask again and you're not going to lie.” & "I can see your nipples."

Summary: Max's girlfriend can be a little impulsive and he tries to deal with it as best he can. But sometimes her impulses aren't all bad.

Word count: will add later

Throbbing. She's throbbing and, for once, it's not in a nice way.

She'd only meant to go shopping and then somehow, obviously beyond her control, she was in a piercing chair with her nipples out ready for a needle to be poked through them.

"Ow." Y/n winces as she walks into the villa that Max has rented out for their weekend trip.

It's only 2 and a half days and she's "mutilated" her body. Or at least that's the choice of words she know her mum would use. But in fairness even shifting her arms is making her boobs move and making a dull pain spread through them again.

"Y/n?" Max calls out appearing in some swimming trunks with a bright smile.

The trip had been his idea and he was really eager for some time alone with y/n and he had intended to go shopping with y/n but inevitable a phone call for work popped up and y/n decided to just go without him and let him focus on the call.

The only problem with that is had Max have been there he would've acted at the voice of reason, he wouldn't have stopped her but he would've probably pulled her away and got her to think a little more about it. He does that a lot knowing his girlfriend's impulsive behaviours tend to be something that she will act on without considering anything till after she's done it and usually he can step in with those pros and cons of a decision so she can decide with all the information she'd really need.

"Want to go down to the beach, go for a swim?"

She's not meant to get the piercings wet, too much risk of infection.

"I'll come down to the beach, but I don't know about a swim." Y/n shrugs with a smile which earns a small nod since Max knows y/n is much more of sunbather than a swimmer when it comes to the beach, but it was worth a try. "You go ahead, I'll change quickly and catch up."

"Ok, don't be long though." Max smiles leaning over and kissing her softly. "Did you get some nice stuff while shopping?"

"Uhh...yeah, I think so." Y/n nods before she swallows thickly watching Max notice her nervous behaviour but he doesn't say anything.

"Go get changed. Go on." Max encourages making her smile before she moves quickly towards the bedroom as he heads out to the back door that leads out to the beach.

Y/n moves herself to the bedroom and finds a bikini to change into, looking down briefly at her swollen nipples that do look particularly tinged red and mad. Not that she can blame them, but it’s definitely not ideal for putting on a bikini.

She braves it tying the strings of the bikini and sighing, it’s not so obvious that she is too worried but equally there’s going to be a moment that Max will notice and question her.

Max is already out in the water when she finally gets down to the beach and plants herself down on the hot sand.

She did manage to grab her camera and snaps some pictures of Max in the water. And he spends a good chunk of time in there before finally stepping up and out the cool water and heading towards his girlfriend who has placed herself down next to the bag he’d brought down, making sure he had towels and a couple bottles of water.

“Why did you do?” Max asks with a sigh that tells her he instantly spotted the piercings protruding through the thin material of her bikini.

“I didn’t do anything.” Y/n mumbles quickly trying to shift and clear her throat.

“I’m going to ask again and you’re not going to lie.” Max declares with warning, not actually upset or annoyed but he wants y/n to admit out loud why she’s done.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Y/n shrugs with an innocent expression.

“Baby, I can see your nipples.” Max sighs making her flash her teeth in a sheepish smile. “Do they not hurt?”

“Really bad. They hurt really bad. But the piercer promised it should be fine by tomorrow.” Y/n states while Max hums giving a glance around the beach to make sure what he does next isn’t within viewing range of anyone.

His hands reach forward lifting the string of her bikini away from her ribs and pushing the flimsy cups from her nipples to expose them.

“Oh baby, they look sore.” Max frowns grimacing as he leans in to inspect them.

There’s some dried crusted blood around the metal but only the most slightest bit. Nothing that raises alarm since it can only be expected that she’d bleed a little bit from this type of piercing.

“I like them…but you’ll have to stay on top of keeping them clean if you want to make sure they don’t get infected.” Max reminds her knowing that y/n never thinks about long term commitments when she acts impulsively.

Thankfully she’s not impulsively decided to adopt an animal or get pregnant but he has a feeling that is the nearing the next step up.

“You’re not mad though?”

“Why would I be mad? It’s your body. Not mine. Even if I probably would’ve stopped you and made you think a little more about it before you did it. But i think once they’re healed I’m going to enjoy making use of them a lot so no complaints from me. Even if I hate knowing you’re in pain at the moment.” Max smiles then placing her bikini back into position so her modesty is recovered before leaning over and kissing her. “I love you. Even if you don’t know how to ever stop acting on impulsive thoughts.”

“I love you too, even if your don’t always approve of my impulsive thoughts being acted on.”

Our Life

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Genre: established relationship, parents au!, dad Pierre

Warnings: angst, yelling, arguing

Word Count: 1.5K+

Author's Note: I realize this is probably the most I have ever posted here. and this is probably the first time I have two different 'on-going' stories out at the same time. well I had this idea for a while, except it was with Charles and I can't keep posting things with Charles man. but this concept works with Pierre so yeah. I don't think there will be a part two, unless you guys absolutely beg for a part two but there's a happy ending so yeah. also Idk if this is a fear for a lot of people or if im just being irrational, because its definitely a fear for me lol. anyway enjoy reading, pls let me know what you think.

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“If I want my son at the race then he will be at the race,” Pierre spoke loudly as he tried to get his point across to you.  

“Pierre, he’s only 10 months, I don’t think a race track when cars are flying past is the best idea for him,” you matched Pierre’s volume, you couldn’t understand why he just wouldn’t get it.  

“He can wear a headset, just like all the other drivers' kids do, I want my son at the race with me,”  Pierre wouldn’t let it go. 

“No Pierre, I don’t want him there, and I don’t want all the media with pictures of our son, we’ll be…”

“You don’t have to come this weekend, but my son will be there this weekend, nanny can come with him.” 

“Pierre you’re not getting it, I don’t think that's the best environment for our son, right now, maybe when he’s a little older.”  

“y/n what do you think is gonna happen to him?” 

“I don’t know,” you shook your head at this point, “anything could happen to him, I don’t wanna risk it.” 

Pierre sighed, running his hands through his hair, “he’s coming to the race this weekend, he’s my son…” 

“OUR SON,” you shouted at the top of your lungs, cutting Pierre as the tears finally escaped you, “he is our son.” 

The sound of the baby crying coming through the monitor stopped you from continuing on.  You and Pierre both sighed, knowing that you’re shouting at each other is what woke him.  “Let me…” Pierre spoke up first.  

You waved your hand to dismiss him, “I’ll get him.” You quickly exited your shared bedroom with Pierre and made your way to the nursery, wiping away the escaped tears.  Down the hall, before you entered the nursery you took a deep breath, calming your racing heart.  

“Hi boy,” you spoke softly to the crying baby, picking him up.  You held him close to you, afraid that he would be taken away.  You closed your eyes, breathing him in, your perfect son. You cradled him in your arms, rocking him back to sleep.  You watched him sleepily yawn, he had his father’s eyes. Eyes you loved very much.  

“Dear,” Marta called out to you.  Marta was an older woman that Pierre hired as a housekeeper to help around the house.  Marta didn’t have any kids, her husband had died many years ago.  She became a mother to you, since your mother wasn’t anywhere near.  

“Marta,” you sighed, “I’m sorry, did me and Pierre wake you?” Because it’s only Marta by herself, Pierre had her move into the downstairs bedroom, it’s especially helpful when Pierre is away during the season.  

“Don’t worry about me, I can sleep plenty when I’m no longer here,” Marta smiled, taking a seat next to you in the nursery, “what’s bothering you?” 

You shook your head, as you smiled at your little boy in your arms, “Pierre wants to take the boy to Monza this weekend, and I don’t think it’s a good idea.”  

“That’s not it,” Marta said, as she gave you a look.  A look a mother gives when she knows her child is lying. 

You felt the tears begin to well in your eyes, “he’s our son.” You whisper into the night, like the words are a sin.  You look up at Marta, meeting her kind eyes, her eyes telling you to continue you on.  “He’s our son,” you speak a little louder, as the tears fall, “he’s not just Pierre’s son, he’s my son too.”  

“I see,” Marta hums, nodding her head, “and? Why does that bother you?” 

“He’s all I have left Marta.” You pulled the baby closer to you.  “He’s all I have.”  You took a deep breath, closing your eyes.  You breathed him in, you burned this moment to your memories.  You treat this as if it’s your last moment with your son.  You opened your eyes looking at Marta, “He’s all I have.  You know, when I got pregnant, it wasn’t planned.  It was an accident, me and Pierre had only been together for just under two years.  But we said we were gonna do this, we were gonna have this kid and raise him together.  Pierre makes more money than me.”  You took another deep breath, trying to gather all your thoughts.  “I had a good job, a place of my own, but there was no way I could raise a child by myself, and I couldn’t expect Pierre to move.  He lives in Milan because it’s best for his career, he was set up already.  I gave up all that I had, so he could be in his son’s life, and maintain his career.”  

“You regret that?” 

“No, no, never, Pierre is so good with him.  He’s such a good father,” you smiled at the thought of Pierre with the boy.  “But I’m so scared Marta.” you felt guilty for even speaking your feelings aloud.  “Everything belongs to Pierre.  I live in Pierre’s house, I drive Pierre’s cars, I fly on Pierre’s dime, I am completely dependent on Pierre.  We’re not married, I own nothing, all I have is this boy, and Pierre has all the power to take him away.”  

“You think…” 

“I know,” you spoke quickly, “I know Pierre wouldn’t just randomly kick me out, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fear the possibility.”  You felt the hot strikes of your tears, “If Pierre doesn’t want me anymore, I won’t have anything.  I have no money to my name, I have no job, no place to stay, I have nothing without Pierre.  If he decides he no longer wants me, I have no way to support myself or go back home.” 

“That possibility scares you?” 

“It does, and everytime we argue, he reminds me of that possibility, by saying ‘my son.’  He’s not his son, he’s our son, our child.  Both mine and his, our son, together.” 

“Oh dear,” Marta sighed, as she stood, pulling you close to her standing figure.  

“Is it wrong to be scared?” you asked as you silently sobbed, holding your son closer to you.  

“No dear, it’s not wrong to be scared, it’s the world we live in.”  Marta said, as she held onto you tightly, wishing she could take away your fears.  She wondered where in her lifetime did she go wrong?  Why do the women of today have the same fears as the women of before? 

Little to your knowledge, Pierre had overheard your conversation with Marta.  And he thought how could he be so stupid?  How did he not realize how damaging his words were?  How did he not realize the weight they carried?  How could he allow this to happen?  He mentally slapped himself over and over again for not realizing his mistake.  Our son, the boy, was your’s and Pierre’s son.  

-

“Pierre, where are we going?” you asked as you sat in the passenger seat, as Pierre drove.  

“To do something I should’ve done a long time ago,” Pierre said, as he pulled into a parking garage.  

“Isn’t this your lawyers’ law firm?” you asked, as Pierre parked the car.  

“Yes,” Pierre answered, as he made his way around the car to open the door for you.  

“What are we doing here?” 

“You’ll see,” Pierre said, taking your arm, as the two of you walked into the building lobby.  You silently followed after Pierre, as he made through the lobby, up the elevator and to his lawyer’s office. You watched him exchange a few words with the man behind the desk, before the two of you took a seat, opposite of the lawyer.  “I’m sorry these changes are a bit spur of the moment, but it’s something I should have done a long time ago.” 

“Since the house is paid off, it was actually really easy changes,” the lawyer spoke before setting down paperwork before you and Pierre.  “I’ll just need you both to sign on the line, and initially at the tabs.” 

“Pierre what is this?” you asked, picking up the paperwork before.  

“I’m putting your name on the house,” Pierre said, as he signed his set of paperwork.  

“What?” you asked, as you threw the papers back on the desk, as if they were burning your hands.  “Pierre this is a big thing, that’s your house…” 

“Our,” Pierre said, correcting your statement.  The one word had you shutting your mouth.  

“Huh?” 

“Our house,” Pierre said, as he set his paperwork and pen down, “We have a son together, and our son needs a home.  We need a home for our family.  This house can be our home, together.  y/n, I should have done this when you gave up everything for me, for our family together.  I am sorry this is so late, too late, but I want it to be our home together.  This is our life together, none of this mine anymore.”  

You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even if the devil himself appeared before you.   You signed away at the line and initialed at all the tabs.  You were so grateful that Pierre was willing to share his life with you.  “You know, you could’ve just asked me to marry you,” you joked as you and Pierre made your way back to the car.  

“I am, I’m just going to do it right,” Pierre smirked at you, “plus it actually doesn’t cost money to add someone’s name to the deed of a house, when the house is paid off.”

MASTERLIST

I decided to update my master list for all the new people. Thank you so much for all the support throughout the years. I appreciate and love you guys so much. Have a Wonderfull day.

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F1 |

Oscar Piastri

F1 elementary

Bed Chem

Lacy

Too Sweet

Roses

Mr. and Ms. Piastri

Drivers License

And they were roommates

Charles Leclerc

Summerween

My boy only breaks his favorite toys

It's not my fault you're like in love with me or something

Back to December

Bad idea right?

Paper Rings

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Bottoms |

Hazel Callahan :

Santa's Little Helper

Rockstar girlfriend part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6.

We aren't partners

Friendsgiving

The Bodyguard

Christmas in November

The day after Halloween

My girlfriend is a werewolf part 1. part 2.

Bottoms the podcast

Teacher Things

Undercover Spiderwoman part 1. part 2.

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DC |

Blue Beetle :

Spiderman's Biggest Fan part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Jason Todd:

Bad idea right?

The exit

Valentines Number one hater

The better brother

The Red Container part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4.

Dick Grayson:

Vampire

The exit

The Cupid Trap

Villanious Love part 1. part 2.

The Better Brother

Bat-family:

The Bat-family

The better Robin, the better lover.

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Marauders Era |

James Potter :

Mystery of Love

Lover, James Potter Version

Regulus Black:

Rumors of love

Valentine

Astronomy

Marauders

Battle of the Valentines

Galentines Day

Heather (wolfstar)

Santas Little Helper

Hogwarts Elementary

Friendsgiving

The Marauders

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Slytherin Boys |

Lorenzo Berkshire :

Roses

Theodore Nott:

The Anonymous Red Velvet Cupcakes

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Extras |

JJ Maybank

Holidate

Conrad Fisher

Midnight grapes

Timothee Chalamet

Late Night Talking

My Favourite - Fernando Alonso

@sunnytkm23 prompt request #16 - "You're my favourite." "Your favourite what?" "My favourite everything."

Summary: Fernando has fallen in love and he needs her to know that he'd do anything for his favourite person.

Word count: 1k

Fernando had somewhat resided to the idea that relationships and him were not going to work out long term. He'd accepted that.

Then y/n came into his life and she brought a light to his life that he felt completely surrendered to.

"You know I never knew a 40 year old man could be so clingy till I met you." Y/n states making Fernando pause stroking her thigh gently. Her head is tilted back on the pillow but he can see the grin gracing her face.

"Are you complaining?" Fernando questions then turning his head to nip the skin of her thigh with his teeth as she pushes herself up onto her elbows to look at him.

"Never." Y/n smiles then sighing. "We probably should get up though, as much as you have made me want to just pass out and stay in bed. I don't want to miss anything with you out on track."

"No. You never like missing out."

"Fomo is real, Nando." Y/n smiles as he hums and kisses her thigh before getting up from the bed.

"Let's get showered." Fernando nods gesturing for her to join him.

Y/n joins him in the shower but she makes such quick work of it, she gets out before him.

"Where are you going?" Fernando questions still trying to wash shampoo out his hair.

"I have to be quick or you start complaining. Keep up old man." Y/n laughs then walking out the room as Fernando speeds up and when he rushes out the shower, he stops seeing the message in the steam on the mirror left with a lipstick stain kissing mark pressed onto the glass.

She'll probably insist on leaving a tip for the cleaning staff who will have to clean that off the glass. But it's definitely worth it.

"I love you too, amor." Fernando smiles as he walks into the bedroom again where she's sitting on the floor in front of the mirror about to dry her hair but the grin on her face gives away that she's proud of herself for leaving the message how she did.

Fernando does patiently wait before she shuffles forward and he takes a spot in front of her smiling at their reflection as she dries his hair too.

"Alright, you're all dry and fluffy." Y/n smiles kissing the back of his neck as she turns off the dryer and sighs as he leans back making her lean forward and wrap her arms around him from the back, smiling at him as her eyes peek over his shoulder at him through their reflection while he pulls her arms around him more tightly.

The two remain like that for quite a while, just sitting enjoying the peace together for a few moments before Fernando speaks up.

"You're my favourite."

"Your favourite what?" Y/n whispers making him grin.

"My favourite everything." Fernando whispers back watching y/n smile at him.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to compete with that." Y/n states with a slightly overwhelmed feeling over him saying such a thing. "I love you."

"I love you too." Fernando smiles while y/n grins then placing another kiss on his neck.

-

Fernando never lets y/n have any doubts about how proud he is to be dating her, so when they walk in and she's all dressed up.

"Y/n, you look amazing." Alex comments seeing the fellow WAG making y/n grin and move over to the paddock fashion icon doing a spin as she nears the young woman.

"I agree, but she didn't react like that for me." Fernando jokes earning a grin. "I will see you later, let you catch up."

"Ok, I'll see you later. Love you."

"I love you too." Fernando smiles moving over to kiss her quickly before leaving her with Alex.

The drivers tend to get busy and Fernando does feel back when he leaves y/n to entertain herself on a race weekend, so it is nice when there's someone around her for her to actually spend time with. It stops him from worrying that she's bored or wanting to be somewhere else.

Although really that would never be the case, y/n loves watching Fernando in his element whether it's on track or all the more boring strategy and technical side.

"I always feel like I'm stealing you from him." Alex comments as the two of them walk to find somewhere to sit.

"I think he feels like that too." Y/n laughs looking over to Fernando who is still watching her as he walks towards the Aston Martin unit. "Apparently I'm his favourite everything."

"The two of you are so perfect for each other." Alex hums while y/n nods then smiles before she sighs and focuses on the woman in front of her.

"Where's Leo? I thought you were bringing your son with you." Y/n jokes while Alex laughs a little.

"He's spending the day with his dad. They're making some Leo vs Roscoe content." Alex smiles but there's an undertone that Alex believes Leo will be coming out of that competition as the victor and as much as Lewis is competitive, y/n doesn't think Roscoe has the energy to compete effectively against the much younger and wilder dog.

After a couple hours with Alex, the two part to watch their men on track. Her watching from the Ferrari unit so she can watch over Leo while y/n heads to the garages and the moment she's spotted by Fernando, he can't stop himself moving over for a kiss.

"I thought I might have to go out there without seeing you first." Fernando states while y/n smiles shaking her head.

"No. I can't let you go out on track without seeing your favourite everything send you off with a good luck kiss." Y/n smiles while Fernando grins at her then kisses her again.

"Two for extra good luck. I will see you after."

"I'll be watching." Y/n nods then leaning to rest her chin in her hand while Fernando climbs in the car.

The mysterious Mrs. Piastri

We are interrupting our regularly scheduled programming for a Valentine's Day Treat. Remember that video where Oscar was asked "Get married or get a tattoo?" Well, it showed up on my FYP and I was like..:WAIT

Summary: 

Oscar Piastri had always been a calm, collected kind of guy. Unshakeable, even. Lando Norris, on the other hand? Not so much.

And today? Today was the day Lando fully lost it.

(divider thanks to @saradika-graphics )

Oscar Piastri had always been a calm, collected kind of guy. Unshakeable, even.

Lando Norris, on the other hand? Not so much.

And today? Today was the day Lando fully lost it.

It had started innocently enough, just another fan stage, just another round of questions.

“Oscar, would you rather get married or get a tattoo?”

Easy. Straightforward. Oscar barely had to think before responding, “Well, I already did one of those things.”

That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say.

Because one second later, Lando spat out his drink.

“YOU GOT A TATTOO?!”

Oscar turned, confused. “What? No.”

Lando, looking equal parts betrayed and horrified, pointed an accusing finger. “Mate, I’ve seen you in swim trunks. There’s no way you have a tattoo. Where is it?”

Oscar frowned. “I don’t have a tattoo.”

Lando’s face twisted in confusion. “But you just said—” He stopped. His eyes widened. Oscar could see the moment his brain caught up.

“WAIT. WAIT.” Lando practically jumped out of his seat. “YOU’RE MARRIED?!” Lando looked genuinely stunned, his mouth hanging open in shock. 

Oscar nodded, calm as ever. “Yeah.”

Lando’s reaction was not calm. Lando let out a strangled, guttural noise, kind of sounding like an indignant cat.

“WHAT?!”

The interviewer, who had been mostly observing up until now, leaned forward, eyes shining with the excitement of a woman who had just stumbled upon the biggest scoop of the season. “Okay, hold on. You mean married married? Like, legally?”

Oscar frowned. “Is there another kind?”

Lando’s hands were now on his head, his entire world seemingly crumbling around him. “SINCE WHEN?!”

Oscar shrugged. “A while now.”

The crowd lost it. The interviewer looked like Christmas had come early. The McLaren PR team, wherever they were, was probably having a collective heart attack.

Lando’s jaw dropped. “I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND.”

Oscar frowned. “You know that," he told Lando pointedly.

“I DO NOT KNOW THAT,” Lando shouted. “WHEN HAVE YOU EVER MENTIONED A GIRLFRIEND—LET ALONE A WIFE?!”

Oh well. Oscar just shrugged. “Well. I do. She’s amazing. 10/10. Would always marry her again.”

Lando let out a hysterical laugh. “Wait, wait, wait. No, no. You’re telling me you have a freaking WIFE?!”

The interviewer seized the moment. “Okay, no, we need details. How long have you been together?”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. "Since we were 15."

Lando made a strangled noise. “15?! YOU’VE BEEN WITH HER SINCE YOU WERE 15?!”

Oscar nodded. “Yeah.”

The interviewer looked delighted. “How did you meet?”

Oscar tilted his head. “School?”

Lando groaned and turned to the audience. “Look at this guy. Look at him. Of course he’s been secretly married this whole time. Of course.”

The interviewer pressed on. “When did you get married?”

Oscar shrugged. “When I was 18.”

The entire crowd erupted. Fans were screaming, phones were recording, and McLaren PR was definitely hyperventilating somewhere.

Lando, meanwhile, looked like his whole world had just collapsed in real-time.

“You—you got MARRIED at EIGHTEEN?!” he wheezed. “WHY?!”

Oscar looked at him like he was stupid.  “Because I wanted to? Because I love her?”

The interviewer cooed over the answer. Lando physically recoiled. “What, like straight out of high school?!”

Oscar frowned. “Not straight out of high school. We waited a bit.”

“HOW LONG IS A BIT?!” Lando demanded.

Oscar thought about it. “Like… three weeks after graduation?”

Lando let out a strangled noise. “THAT’S NOT A BIT, OSCAR. THAT’S BASICALLY IMMEDIATELY.”

Lando dramatically fell back in his chair. The interviewer, meanwhile, was nearly vibrating with excitement. “Okay, okay, follow-up question—how did you propose?”

Oscar thought about it. “I asked her to marry me.”

The interviewer stared. “…That’s it?”

Oscar nodded. “Yeah.”

Lando threw his hands in the air. “UNBELIEVABLE.”

The interviewer, trying desperately to salvage something remotely romantic, asked, “Where did you propose?”

Oscar, as if this were a perfectly reasonable answer, said, “Uh. At home?”

The interviewer looked at him. "...At home?"

"On the bed," Oscar added.

Lando looked like he was going to have an aneurysm.

The crowd groaned. The interviewer looked physically pained. Lando just laughed in disbelief. “I knew you’d be the most unromantic bastard alive.”

Oscar rolled his eyes. “She said yes.”

Lando wiped imaginary tears from his eyes. “That poor woman.”

The interviewer shook her head in awe. “Oscar, mate, I have to ask—how did you manage to keep this a secret for so long?”

Oscar blinked. “No one asked?”

Lando just screamed.

The interviewer, who had completely abandoned all pretense of professionalism, leaned forward. “Okay, wait, wait, who is she?”

Oscar blinked. “My wife?”

Lando threw up his hands. “YES, OBVIOUSLY, but who is she? What’s her name? Where’s she from? What does she do?”

Oscar's forehead creased. "Is that... relevant?"

The interviewer just about had a stroke. Lando looked like he was going to spontaneously combust.

The fans were losing their freaking minds.

Lando nearly fell out of his chair. “YOU’VE BEEN MARRIED FOR YEARS AND I’VE NEVER MET HER.”

“I mean, I thought it was obvious?”

“OBVIOUS TO WHO?!” Lando yelled. “BECAUSE IT WASN’T OBVIOUS TO ME.”

Oscar just shrugged. 

Lando groaned. “Mate, I DIDN’T KNOW SHE EXISTED!”

Lando looked like he was seconds from grabbing Oscar and shaking him until some kind of information fell out. "Okay, I can't believe I have to ask this, but why the hell didn't you tell me?”

"I thought you knew," Oscar answered simply.

Lando just gaped. "How on earth would I have known?"

Oscar shrugged. The interviewer, meanwhile, was leaning closer, clearly invested in the whole thing now.

Lando, apparently having had enough, decided on a different tactic. Lando pointed at him, eyes narrowing. “You’re not getting away with this. You are going to introduce me to your wife.”

Oscar sighed, clearly knowing a losing battle when he saw one. “Fine,” he said after a moment.

Lando sat back, satisfied. “Good.” Then he paused. “Wait—does anyone else know? Like, do the team know?”

Oscar shrugged. “I think Zak does.”

Lando made a strangled noise. “Why does Zak get to know?!”

Oscar pointed out, “Because he’s my boss?”

The interviewer, clearly having thrown all professionalism out the window, was just enjoying the chaos. Lando looked like he wanted to scream. “But I’m your friend!”

Somewhere in the background, McLaren PR was probably losing their minds, trying to figure out how to handle the fact that Oscar Piastri, their quiet, low-maintenance driver, had accidentally revealed he’d been married since he was 18.

Not Oscar’s problem, though...After he escaped Lando Norris' clutches.

He had a wife to call after all.

Oscar Piastri was a man of routine.

He liked predictability. Consistency. A life largely free of unnecessary chaos.

Which was exactly why, after the complete meltdown that was today’s fan stage, he had retreated to his driver’s room, shut the door, and pulled out his phone. If there was one thing in his life that wasn’t chaotic, it was his wife.

The call rang twice before she picked up.

“Hey, love,” she greeted, her face appearing on screen. She was sitting in their apartment, hair tied up, wearing one of his hoodies. 

Oscar felt himself relax immediately. “Hey.”

She smiled at him. “So, how was your day?”

Oscar sighed. “Lando found out we’re married.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Oh.” A pause. “He… didn’t know?”

Oscar shook his head. "I thought he did."

She let out a small laugh at that. "How the hell did you think he knew?"

Oscar shrugged. "I dunno. We've been married for, what, five years now? How could he not know?"

Her smile widened. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're about as romantic as a cactus?"

Oscar let out a huff. "I can be romantic."

Before she could respond, there was a loud banging on the door, followed by—

“LET ME IN, PIASTRI!”

Oscar sighed through his nose. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

His wife bit her lip, clearly seconds away from laughing. “Is that…?”

“YOU HAVE EXACTLY THREE SECONDS BEFORE I BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN AND—”

Oscar hung his head. “Yes.”

She was laughing now, and he couldn’t even bring himself to be mad because it was an adorable sound.

The banging continued. “I CAN HEAR YOU IN THERE. STOP IGNORING ME, OSCAR.”

His wife bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh. “You should probably let him in before he tries to break the door down.”

Oscar debated not letting him in, but realistically, Lando would either A) find a way in, or B) make this everyone else’s problem.

So, with a long-suffering sigh, he got up and opened the door.

Lando barreled in immediately, eyes wild.

“WHERE IS SHE?!?” he demanded. “I NEED TO SEE HER WITH MY OWN EYES.”

Oscar sighed, holding up the phone. “She’s on FaceTime, you absolute lunatic.”

Lando’s head whipped around, and he nearly tripped over his own feet trying to get to the couch. He pushed past Oscar with a huff, then stared, wide-eyed, at the phone.

Lando was silent. For once.

His wife was, bless her soul, doing her best to fight her laughter at the look on Lando’s face. “Hi,” she said. “You must be Lando.”

Lando just continued to gape.

Then, slowly, he pointed an accusatory finger at the screen. “You’re real.”

She laughed. “I hope so.”

Lando turned to Oscar, looking personally betrayed. “SHE’S REAL.”

Oscar sighed. “I know.”

Lando turned back to the phone. “And you married him? At eighteen?!?”

She smiled. “Yep.”

Lando reeled. “WHY?!”

She tilted her head. “Because I love him?”

Lando looked like his entire world had been completely shaken. “You love him,” he repeated, staring incredulously down at her.

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Oi, mate, why’s that so hard to believe?”

Lando just groaned in exasperation. “You do not understand how hard it is, being friends with a guy for literal years, and never knowing he had a girlfriend—let alone a WIFE.”

“Mate, I’m pretty sure that says more about you than me,” Oscar told him bluntly.

Lando shot him a glare. “Oh, and you’re what? Mister Emotional Intelligence? You’ve been hiding this for years!”

Oscar shrugged. “Never came up in conversation.”

Lando looked horrified. “Don’t put this on me!”

Oscar shrugged. “You never asked.”

Lando flopped onto the couch, rubbing his face. “Unbelievable.”

His wife stifled a laugh, the corners of her mouth tugging upward as she watched Lando in his current state.

Lando, meanwhile, had moved to the “trying to wrap his head around this situation” portion of his breakdown.

“Okay, no. We’re fixing this. Immediately.”

Oscar sighed. “Lando—”

Lando pointed at the phone. “I need to meet her.”

Oscar sighed. “Fine. Silverstone.”

Lando gasped. “Really?!?”

Oscar deadpanned. “No, I just said it for fun.”

Lando turned back to the phone. “Mrs. Piastri, I will see you at Silverstone.”

She laughed. “Looking forward to it.”

Lando nodded firmly, then turned back to Oscar. “I will be grilling you for details later.”

Oscar sighed. “Of course you will.”

Lando stood dramatically. “Good. Carry on.” And then he walked out like he had just personally fixed the situation.

Oscar turned back to his wife, who was fully laughing.

“I love Lando,” she said. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened.”

Oscar sighed. “I regret everything.”

She smirked. “Love you.”

Oscar huffed. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too.”

And somewhere, in the distance, Lando was plotting.

****

@/oscarpiastri ✅

Posted: 1 day ago

Caption:

So, the internet (and, more importantly, Lando) just found out I’m married.

To be honest, I didn’t think it was a secret. I’ve been married for years. I assumed people knew. Turns out, I was very, very wrong.

Yes, I’m married. Have been for five years this summer.

So, meet my wife—my best friend, my favorite person in the world, and the only one who has somehow put up with me for this long.

We met when we were 15. Two kids at boarding school, thrown together by pure chance. The only open seat in class was next to me, so she took it. I stole a pen from her once—completely by accident—but she still let me borrow her pens after that. Eventually, she started carrying a second one just for me. I told myself that meant something.

She always knew when I was having a bad day, even when I hadn’t said a word. She made school bearable, made exams feel less stressful, made me laugh even when all I wanted to do was complain. Somewhere between stolen lunch breaks and long walks back to the dorms, between late-night study sessions and whispered conversations about the future, I fell in love with her. Quietly, all at once and over time. I knew by the time we were 15—maybe even before then.

She was my best friend first. The person I trusted most. The one who understood the parts of my life that didn’t always make sense to everyone else. By the time I worked up the nerve to tell her how I felt, she just smiled and said, ‘I was wondering when you’d figure that out.’ Like she had known all along.

When I left school to chase this ridiculous dream, she didn’t ask me to stay. She just told me she’d be there, no matter how far I went. And she was. Through every win, every loss, every moment of self-doubt.

So when we turned 18, we didn’t wait. Three weeks after graduation, we walked into a registry office in London, signed a piece of paper, and walked out married. No grand ceremony, no expensive dress. Just us, two rings we picked out in under twenty minutes, and a promise we already knew we’d keep.

We told our families afterward. Some took it better than others.

I know getting married at 18 sounds a little mad. People told us we were too young, that we should wait, that we were being reckless. But why? I had no doubt in my mind then, and I have none now.

She’s still the first person I call after every race, no matter the result. She’s the one who tells me to go to bed when I’m up too late on the sim, who reminds me to eat when I forget, who talks me down when I start overthinking. She’s been with me through everything. Through junior categories to F1, through every high and every low, through the moments I wanted to quit and the ones where I felt like I was on top of the world.

She’s my best friend, my greatest love, the only person who can call me out on my nonsense and get away with it.

So, no, I don’t have a tattoo. But I do have a wife. The person who still looks at me like I’m just that 15-year-old kid stealing a pen and falling in love before he even realizes it’s happening.

I have no idea how I convinced her to marry me, but I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

10/10, would always marry her again. ❤️

Comments:

@/landonorris: FIVE YEARS??? YOU HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR FIVE YEARS???

↪️ @/oscarpiastri: I assumed you knew. ↪️ @/landonorris: WHEN HAVE YOU EVER MENTIONED HAVING A WIFE???

↪️ @/mrspiastri: He does this thing where he forgets people don’t just know things.

@/danielricciardo: High school sweethearts. Eloped at 18. Best plot twist of the season.

@/mclaren: We have so many questions.↪️ @mrspiastri: Submit them in an organized document, I’ll answer the best ones.

@/f1updates: Today in ‘Oscar Piastri casually drops life-changing information’—he has a whole wife. Lando learned this at the same time as the rest of us.

@/lanoscult: Not Lando finding out with the fans and having a full existential crisis on stage 💀💀💀

@/thef1editz: POV: You just found out your best friend has been MARRIED FOR YEARS and never told you (attached video of Lando’s reaction with dramatic music)

@/wagsf1: WE NEED A FULL BOARDING SCHOOL LOVE STORY IMMEDIATELY.

@/f1tea: No thoughts, just Lando yelling ‘WHO GETS MARRIED AT 18’ like he was personally betrayed.

@/padlockthegrid: We’ve been watching this man for YEARS and never once suspected a wife??

@/georgerussell63: I feel like this is something you announce at a dinner, not in front of an audience.

↪️ @/oscarpiastri: I thought I had mentioned it. ↪️ @/landonorris: YOU DID NOT.

@/charles_leclerc: This is the greatest plot twist in F1 history.

@/fernandoalo_oficial: I respect this level of secrecy.

@/chaoticneutralf1: Oscar Piastri is terrifying. He just DOES things and assumes people KNOW.

@/mclaren: Oscar, any other life-altering facts you’ve forgotten to mention? ↪️ @/oscarpiastri: Not that I can think of. ↪️ @/landonorris: I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT.

@/mrspiastri: 10/10, would marry him again. (Even if he forgets to tell people.) ↪️ @/oscarpiastri: Love you too. ❤️

@/danielricciardo: Oscar, mate, do you have any other shocking secrets? ↪️ @/oscarpiastri: Not really. ↪️ @/landonorris: I AM NOT CONVINCED.

@/chaoticgrid: I will think about this every day for the rest of my life.

@/mrspiastri

Posted: 2h ago

Caption:

"So. Yesterday happened.

Since Oscar apparently forgot that telling people you’re married is something you actually have to do, I’ve spent the last 24 hours watching the internet lose its collective mind. You guys have questions. Lots of them. So, let’s go:

1. Wait… Oscar is MARRIED?!

Yes. Since we were 18. I know, I know. We should have made a big announcement. Or at the very least told his teammate. Oops.

2. When did you get married?!Right after we graduated. We were 18, ran off to London, signed a piece of paper, and then told our families. In hindsight, we probably should have done that last part beforehand, but hey, we were young and in love (and slightly impulsive).

3. Why so young?Because we were sure. It wasn’t impulsive—it was inevitable. People told us we were crazy, that we should wait, that we’d change. But we didn’t. We grew up together, and we only ever grew toward each other. If I had to choose again, I’d do it exactly the same way.

3. How did you two meet?We were 15, stuck at boarding school, and Oscar stole my pen. He swears it was an accident. I maintain that it was the moment he decided to make me fall in love with him.

5. Did you really not tell Lando?I thought he knew! Everyone close to us does! I assumed Oscar had mentioned it at some point, but, well… you all saw what happened. Apparently, Oscar’s ‘private life’ policy extended to his teammate of three years. Which is why we all got to witness his public breakdown in real-time.

5. Does this mean you’re an F1 WAG?Technically? Yes. Do I have the outfit coordination and expensive handbag collection to back it up? No. I do steal Oscar’s team hoodies, so that counts, right?

6. What’s your favorite thing about Oscar?The way he loves—quietly, steadily, with his whole heart. He still waits up for me if I’m out late, still kisses my forehead when he thinks I’m asleep, still tucks handwritten notes into his race gloves like he did back when he was karting. I’ve loved him for so long that I can’t imagine my life any other way.

7. And since Oscar said ‘10/10 would always marry her again,’ what’s your answer? 10/10. No regrets, no hesitation, no doubt. I’d marry him a thousand times over.

Comments: 

@/landonorris: I’M STILL NOT OVER THIS. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: I’m never going to live this down, am I? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Nope. But I love you anyway.

@/danielricciardo: This is the kind of romance novel material I expect from an F1 WAG.

@/mclaren: We demand a Netflix special on this.

@/wagsf1: This is the cutest thing we’ve ever seen. Please post more.

@/f1updates: The way she said ‘10/10’ like it was the easiest question ever 😭💖

@/wagsf1: He still tucks handwritten notes into his race gloves??? I’M GONNA CRY.

@/f1updates: This woman just broke the internet by being casually, devastatingly in love.

@/f1fangirl92: The way this man has been secretly in love since he was FIFTEEN is actually lethal.”

@/fanaccountoscarpiastri: So what I’m getting is that Oscar is out here winning races and marriage. I respect it.

@/paddockinsider: Be so honest. What did people say when they found out you guys eloped? @/mrspiastri: Oh, everyone thought we were insane. Random people who barely knew us were convinced we’d crash and burn. Now we get a lot of, ‘Wow, you guys really made it work.’ ↪️@/oscarpiastri: Wasn’t hard.

@/f1obsessed: Did you guys ever break up? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Nope. Not once. Not even a ‘we were on a break’ situation. We’ve been together since we were 15, which is wild when I think about it.

@/fanofeverything: Why did Oscar keep it a secret??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: It wasn’t a secret so much as… he never felt the need to bring it up? It’s not like he was hiding me in a basement somewhere lol. He just doesn’t talk about personal stuff unless someone asks directly. Which, apparently, no one did.

@/gridgossip: So who knew? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Mark. Andrea. Probably Zak? Our families, obviously. And, um. That might be it?

@/paddockinsider: Did Oscar just assume that everyone knew you guys were married? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yes. 100%. This man did not think to mention it because he thought it was ‘obvious. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: “OBVIOUS TO WHO??” ↪️@/mrspiastri: To him. He just figured if someone asked if he was married, he’d say yes. But since no one did, he saw no need to bring it up. ↪️@/landonorris: HOW IS THAT YOUR LOGIC. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: No one asked. ↪️@/landonorris: I’M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND.

@/f1insider: We need more details about Mark Webber finding out. ↪️@/mrspiastri: I swear I saw his soul leave his body. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: OSCAR, EXPLAIN YOURSELF. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: Didn’t seem necessary to tell him at the time ↪️@/landonorris: “HOW IS MARRIAGE NOT NECESSARY INFORMATION???” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Mark Webber sat Oscar down like a disappointed dad and was like, ‘Mate. How do you just… forget to mention you’re married? ↪️@/mclarenupdates: “And what did Oscar say??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: “He just shrugged and went, ‘Not really relevant to racing. ↪️@/landonorris: “I NEED TO LIE DOWN.”

@/paddockdrama: People always joke that Oscar is a robot. Does that ever bother him? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Not really. I once asked him and he just shrugged and went ‘Doesn’t bother me. I don’t need to prove anything to anyone as long as you know how much I love you.’ ↪️@/landonorris: NO BECAUSE WHERE WAS THIS ENERGY WHEN I TOLD HIM I GOT P2 AND HE JUST WENT ‘NICE’??? ↪️@/oscarpiastri: It was nice.

@/paddockgossip: “Did ANY other drivers know???” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oscar’s Prema teammates figured it out. The rest of the grid? Oblivious. ↪️@/landonorris: How did Oscar never accidentally spill?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: He doesn’t overshare. Meanwhile, I am still in awe that he just assumed people knew.

@/foreverf1: Wait, I need to know—who said ‘I love you’ first? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oscar did. Completely out of nowhere, too. We were 16, lying on the floor doing homework, and he just looked over and went, ‘Oh. I love you.’ Like he just realized it in real time.

@/f1teaqueen: Okay but like… NO COLD FEET?? Not even a little?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Nope. We were 100% sure.

@/wildforwags: Who actually officiated your wedding?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Some very lovely lady at a London registry office. She called us ‘sweethearts’ and I think she knew we were completely insane, but she was very supportive about it.

@/racewifematerial: What did you wear?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: A white sundress I bought the week before. Oscar wore a suit that was slightly too big because he borrowed it last-minute. We looked like two teenagers who ran away from home, which, to be fair… we kinda did.

@/formula1fangirl: Who took the wedding photos? ↪️@/mrspiastri: We handed a disposable camera to two very confused tourists outside the registry office. They did a great job.

@/landoandchaos: Oscar, babe, how did you manage to keep this from your friend for FIVE YEARS? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Listen, Oscar is elite at two things: racing and not offering information unless directly asked.

@/mclarenfanatic: Did he really think Lando knew? ↪️@/mrspiastri: 100%. I asked him and he was like, ‘Well, I didn’t HIDE it?’ And I was like, ‘Oscar. That is not the same thing as telling people.’

@/fastandflawless: Be honest, did you ever have a moment of ‘Oh my god, I married an 18-year-old racing driver, what have I done’?” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Not really? I mean, other people definitely thought we were nuts, but we knew exactly what we were doing. The real crisis moment was a few months later when I realized I’d have to file taxes as a married person.

@/waggossip: “Did Oscar have a big, romantic proposal, or was it just like, ‘Wanna get married?’ ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oscar woke up one morning, looked at me, and said, ‘We should get married. Logically, it makes sense.’ ↪️@/f1softies: YOU’RE JOKING. ↪️@/mrspiastri: I was like, ‘Okay?’ And he said, ‘Great, I’ll book an appointment.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: So let me get this straight. No knee. No ring. Just ‘We should get married.’ ↪️@/mrspiastri: Correct. ↪️@/f1wifeguys: And you weren’t even a little mad?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Nah, I thought it was funny. If he’d done some big, dramatic proposal, I’d have thought he was concussed. ↪️@/mclarenupdates: Please tell me he at least got a ring after that. ↪️@/mrspiastri: He did! We picked one out together. It has both our birthstones.

@/paddocktea: Okay, but does he ever get super romantic out of nowhere?” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oh, absolutely. Once, when I was really stressed out, he just looked at me and said, ‘You don’t have to do everything alone. I’m always going to be here.’ ↪️@/f1wifeguys: STOP THAT’S SO SWEET.

@/paddockinsider: What’s the most uncharacteristically romantic thing he’s ever said? ↪️@/mrspiastri: We were lying in bed once, just scrolling on our phones, and out of nowhere he goes, ‘You know, no matter how my life turned out, I think I would’ve found you in every version of it.’ And then he just went back to reading about Formula 2 tire degradation like he hadn’t just ruined me.

@/backmarkerbrigade: “So, like, what did you do after you got married? Fancy dinner? Celebratory champagne?” ↪️@/mrspiastri: ...Sandwichs at Pret-a-manger

@/gridlove: What’s the most Oscar Piastri way he’s ever told you he loves you? ↪️@/mrspiastri: One time he texted me ‘You’re my favorite human’ completely out of the blue. No context. No follow-up. Just that. It was adorable.

@/pitlaneprincess: Who cried more at the wedding? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Me. Oscar was annoyingly composed. He did squeeze my hand really tight when we said our vows, though.

@/drsforlove: “This man has been giving post-race interviews like ‘Yeah, good race, car felt good’ and then just casually drops a wife like it’s a tire strategy.

@/wildforwags: What’s something you wish you had done for the wedding? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Honestly, nothing. It was chaotic, but it was ours.

@/pitstopqueen: What was your first impression of Oscar? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Honestly? I thought he was too quiet. Then he made some dry, sarcastic comment under his breath in class, and I immediately knew we’d get along.

@/tracksidegossip: How long did you actually plan the wedding? ↪️@/mrspiastri: A week. And ‘plan’ is a generous term. We just Googled how to get married in London, booked the appointment, and that was that.

@/f1chaos: Oscar, be so honest, did you really think people would just ‘figure it out’ without you ever saying anything?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yes. Yes, he did.

@/paddockprincess: Wait, so how did Oscar’s family react to you guys getting married so young? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Honestly? They were really supportive. His mum just went, ‘That makes sense,’ and his dad laughed. Oscar’s family has always been the ‘if you’re happy, we’re happy’ type. ↪️@/oscarpiastriupdates: “So no dramatic reactions from the Piastris??” ↪️@/mrspiastri: “The most dramatic reaction was his mum sighing and saying, ‘You two are hopeless.’ But she meant it fondly.”

@/chaosinthepaddock: What about your family? 👀 ↪️@/mrspiastri: Ah. Well. See, they did not get over it in five minutes. ↪️@/f1tea: Omg. HOW mad were they??” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Very. Like, ‘multiple angry phone calls’ mad. Like, ‘we refuse to speak to you for years’ mad.” ↪️@/landonorris: Did they actually say you were ruining your life? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oh, yes. There was a lot of dramatic ‘you’re throwing your future away’ speeches. Which was funny, because my future was literally the same, just with more love and an Australian husband. ↪️@/piastrination: Did Oscar ever try to talk to them about it? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oh, he tried. But Oscar is Oscar, so he just very calmly said, ‘I love her, we’re married, and that’s not changing.’ Which, surprisingly, did not make them less angry. ↪️@/f1gossip: Have they come around since then? ↪️@/mrspiastri: No.

@/landonorris: Lando’s reaction when he found out vs. your family’s reaction when they found out—who had the bigger meltdown?” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oh, my family by far. Lando was just confused—my relatives were furious.

@/gridgirlgossip: Oscar Piastri, the man who quietly eloped at 18, dealt with family drama, and then just went racing like nothing happened.

@/drsdiva: “This is the wildest reveal in F1 history. Netflix, do your job.”

@/f1softies: “The fact that Oscar has been in wife guy mode for YEARS and we had no idea.”

@/lando4lyf: Lando: ‘YOU GOT A TATTOO?!’ Oscar: ‘No, I’m married.’ Lando: internal system crash

@/piastriupdates: “Lando Norris finding out live on stage that his teammate has been MARRIED FOR FIVE YEARS is the funniest thing to ever happen in F1.

@/f1memesdaily: “Oscar Piastri eloped at 18, never told anyone, and assumed people would figure it out while Lando was out here thinking he was a single man. I respect the commitment to quiet chaos.”

@/danielricciardo: Mate. You were MARRIED this whole time?? I thought you were just too focused on racing to date anyone, and instead you were out here with a whole WIFE???

@/charles_leclerc: You were married at 18? And Oscar thought that was a normal thing to do?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yes. Yes, he did.

@/alex_albon: Tbh, I respect it. Absolute power move. Eloping at 18, casually keeping it a secret, and then just dropping it on Lando like that?? Unreal. ↪️@/mrspiastri: See? Alex gets it.

@/robertschwartzman: Oh, now everyone suddenly cares. Meanwhile, WE KNEW THE WHOLE TIME. ↪️@/mrspiastri: To be fair, you two were basically forced to know. ↪️@/robertschwartzman: Yeah, because he wouldn’t shut up about you. ‘Oh, I can’t come to dinner, I have to call my wife.’ ‘Oh, I’m flying to London to see my wife.’ Mate, we were 19, and you were out here married like a 40-year-old. ↪️@/mrspiastri: He still does that, btw. ↪️@/robertschwartzman: Not surprised. The man has been whipped since day one.

@/jehannadaruvala: “The funniest part was watching Oscar just assume we all knew. Like we’d be talking about normal 19-year-old things, and he’d casually drop, ‘Yeah, my wife said the same thing.’ ↪️@/mrspiastri: And did any of you ever ask for clarification? ↪️@/jehannadaruvala: Oh, we asked. His response? ‘What about it?’ LIKE SIR. ↪️@/robertschwartzman: “One time, I straight-up said, ‘Mate, do you realize you’re married?’ and he just blinked at me and said, ‘Yeah.’ As if that was a totally normal thing for a teenage racing driver. ↪️@/mrspiastri: Sounds about right. ↪️@/ollicaldwell: “Honestly, we stopped questioning it after a while. He was just so chill about it. ↪️@/arthur_leclerc: Yeah, it was like, ‘Oh, Oscar’s in a committed marriage while we’re all just trying to survive? Cool, cool.’

@/f1softies: Okay but does he ever have romantic moments?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oh, absolutely. They just happen out of nowhere and leave me emotionally ruined. ↪️@/mclarenupdates: Example, please. ↪️@/mrspiastri: One time, I was having a bad day, and he just looked at me and said, ‘You know, the best part of my life is that I get to love you.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: EXCUSE ME SIR??? ↪️@/landonorris: “WHAT THE HELL.”

@/f1updates: So you eloped… but do you think you’ll ever have a big wedding? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Not really. Oscar and I don’t love being the center of attention, so a big wedding never appealed to us. ↪️@/landonorris: THEN CAN I HAVE A BIG PARTY ON YOUR BEHALF??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: We literally just had a wedding reveal by accident and you want to throw an even bigger event??? ↪️@/landonorris: YES.

@/f1insider: So how did Mark find out?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: We didn’t tell him. He found out when Oscar referred to me as his wife in conversation. ↪️@/mrspiastri: We were in a meeting. Mark stopped mid-sentence and went, ‘Your WHAT?’ ↪️@/landonorris: HIS WORLDVIEW SHATTERED. @/mrspiastri: Oscar, completely unbothered, said, ‘Oh. Yeah. We got married a while ago.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: I CAN HEAR MARK WEBBER’S EXASPERATION. ↪️@/mrspiastri: Mark didn’t speak for a full minute. Then he sighed, rubbed his temples, and went, ‘Mate. You can’t just drop that into conversation like it’s nothing.’ ↪️@/oscarpiastri: I didn’t see the problem. ↪️@/landonorris: YOU WOULDN’T. ↪️@/f1updates: Does Mark ever bring it up now? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Every single time we see him. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: It’s been years. He should let it go. ↪️@/mrspiastri: Finally he just said, ‘Yeah, I should have figured.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: EXCUSE ME???” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Apparently, Oscar was too relaxed for someone hiding a major life decision. Mark said he’d seen too many drivers try to balance racing and relationships, and he knew Oscar had already locked it down. ‘Kid’s too stable for anything else.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: That’s actually terrifying. ↪️@/mrspiastri: Immediately after he went ‘Alright. Suppose we better make sure this doesn’t derail your career then.’ ↪️@/mclarenmemes: Classic Webber. ↪️@/mclarenupdates: Did he at least congratulate you? ↪️@mrspiastri: Yes. Eventually. But only after making sure we’d thought it through. ↪️@/f1softies: Did he give you a lecture?” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Not really. More like a ‘If you’re doing this, do it properly’ talk.

@/drsfordays: The fact that her family was furious while Mark Webber just sighed is sending me.

@/oscarpiastri_fanclub: So Mark Webber has known this whole time??” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yes. And I think he’s still mildly offended that Oscar didn’t ask for any advice beforehand.

@/f1updates: Why doesn’t Oscar wear a wedding ring? ↪️@/mrspiastri: He does! He just doesn’t wear it when driving. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: Okay but I have never seen this man wear a ring in my life. ↪️@/mrspiastri: He wears it in the off-season. Also, fun fact: he has a silicone one for training that he keeps losing.

@/f1updates: Oscar is so calm and logical on track. Is he the same at home? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Mostly, yeah. But sometimes, out of nowhere, he’ll just say the most devastatingly romantic thing. ↪️@/f1softies: EXAMPLES PLEASE. ↪️@/mrspiastri: One time, I joked, ‘You’re stuck with me forever,’ and he just looked at me, completely serious, and said, ‘That was the goal.’

@/f1updates: Do you ever wish you dated other people before settling down? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Nope. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: Not even a little? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Why would I? I already found my person.

@/f1updates: Serious question—why don’t you ever go to races?? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Anxiety. And I like my privacy. Nobody needs to see my terrified facial expressions. ↪️@/f1memes: You really married a professional racing driver and said no thanks to the circus.” ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yep. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: And Oscar’s fine with that??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: He knew what he was signing up for.

@/landonorris: So I still haven’t met you because??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Because you are chaos incarnate and I am scared. ↪️@/landonorris: I AM DELIGHTFUL. ↪️@/mrspiastri: Oscar tells me otherwise. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: OSCAR, SAY IT AIN’T SO. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: No comment.

@/mclarenmemes: So you just send him off to work and watch from home like it’s the Super Bowl? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Yes. ↪️@/f1memes: AND HE’S FINE WITH THAT??? ↪️@/mrspiastri: He comes home, I feed him, we watch race replays together, and he tells me all the paddock gossip. We have an excellent system. ↪️@/f1updates: Oscar, confirm or deny? ↪️@/oscarpiastri: Confirmed.

@/f1updates: So, will we ever see you at a race? ↪️@/mrspiastri: Maybe. One day. ↪️@/mclarenmemes: OSCAR, MAKE HER COME TO ONE. ↪️@/oscarpiastri: She does whatever she wants. I learned that a long time ago.

Hey babes. Could I please request some dad!Max, where he is super protective an he finds out his daughter is at a party and there are a lot of weird guys and he gets pissed. Daughter is like 16 or 17. Thank you

Always his little girl

Max stepped into the house, letting out a deep sigh as he dropped his bag by the door. It had been a long, exhausting race weekend, and all he wanted now was to be home with his family. The comforting warmth of the house instantly eased some of his tension, and when Kelly appeared in the hallway, her smile making his heart flutter like it always did, he felt a bit more at peace.

"Welcome home, love," Kelly murmured before standing on her toes to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Max hummed in satisfaction, his hands finding her waist and pulling her close for a moment before he reluctantly pulled away. "Missed you," he admitted, brushing his nose against hers.

She chuckled. "We missed you too. P's already asleep—she was out like a light after dinner."

Max smiled, feeling his heart swell at the thought of his little girl sleeping peacefully in her bed. But then he frowned slightly, realizing someone was missing. "Where's Yn?"

Kelly hesitated for a second, but then casually said, "She's at a party with some of her friends."

Max's brows instantly furrowed. "A party? At this hour?"

Kelly sighed, already sensing where this was going. "It's a small get-together. Just some of her girlfriends hanging out."

Max narrowed his eyes. "Just girls?"

Kelly pursed her lips. "Well… some of the boys from her class are there too."

Max groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Kelly, you know I don't like the boys from her class. They're all weird."

Kelly crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "They’re teenagers, Max. Yn is a teenager. And she deserves to go out and have fun."

Max shook his head, already feeling an itch under his skin. "I don't like it. We should've said no. She’s sixteen, Kelly. Sixteen! And those boys—"

"Are just boys," Kelly finished for him. "Not criminals. And it's not like she's alone with them. Her friends are there. She knows how to handle herself."

Max still looked unconvinced. "I should go pick her up."

Kelly immediately placed a hand on his chest, stopping him before he could even think about grabbing his keys. "No, Max. One of her friend's moms is driving them all home. She’ll be fine."

Max let out a heavy sigh, clearly frustrated, but he knew arguing with Kelly was pointless. She was always the more reasonable one, the one who knew when to let go a little, while he was… well, Max. Overprotective, easily worried, and completely wrapped around both of his daughters' fingers.

"I don't like it," he muttered.

Kelly smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I know. But you have to let her grow up."

Max grumbled under his breath but didn't push it further. Still, he couldn't fully relax, his body on edge as he sat on the couch, his eyes flicking to the clock every few minutes. Kelly eventually sighed and suggested, "Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll wait for her."

Max shot her an incredulous look. "Yeah, right. Like I’m gonna sleep when my daughter is out with those… those… weird wankers."

Kelly chuckled but wisely chose not to argue. She simply curled up next to him, scrolling through her phone while Max sat stiffly, arms crossed, eyes locked on the time.

It felt like forever, but finally, when the clock struck 1 AM, the sound of the front door unlocking sent Max shooting to his feet.

Yn stepped in, her cheeks slightly flushed from the chilly night air, her long hair slightly messy from dancing. She blinked in surprise at her father standing there, his expression unreadable.

"Uh… hi?" she said hesitantly.

Max was already stepping forward, pulling her into a tight hug before she could react. "You're late," he muttered into her hair.

Yn huffed. "Dad, it's literally one minute past."

"Still late," Max countered, finally pulling back to inspect her. "You're okay? No one bothered you? No weird boys?"

Yn rolled her eyes. "No, Dad. The only weird boy bothering me is you."

Max sighed in relief but still reached for the blanket on the couch and wrapped it around her. "You must be cold. Here, sit down. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Did you drink anything weird?"

Kelly, watching from the couch, covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.

Yn flopped onto the couch, grinning at her dad’s fussing. "No, Dad. But I did hear some gossip. You wanna hear?"

Max, despite himself, sat beside her, his protective instincts warring with his curiosity. "Fine. Tell me."

Yn smirked, knowing she had him hooked. "Okay, so Emma and Jake totally had a thing going on, but then Jake started flirting with Ava, and Emma was NOT having it. So she threw a drink at him."

Max’s eyes widened. "She threw a drink at him?"

"Yeah! Right in his face! And then Ava was like, ‘Oh my god, Emma, what is your problem?’ and Emma was like, ‘My problem is that he’s a two-timing jerk!’"

Max gasped. "She did not!"

Yn nodded eagerly. "She so did! It was crazy!"

Kelly shook her head, still laughing softly as she got up. "I’ll leave you two gossip queens alone. I’m going to bed."

Max barely acknowledged her, too engrossed in Yn’s dramatic storytelling. "And then what happened?"

Yn continued, animatedly recounting every detail, while Max listened intently, occasionally shaking his head in disapproval or muttering about how all teenage boys were ridiculous. Eventually, though, Yn yawned, and Max instantly stood up. "Okay, time for bed."

Yn groaned. "I can put myself to bed, Dad. I’m sixteen."

Max ignored her, gently pulling her up and guiding her to her room. "Uh-huh, sure you can."

Yn sighed but didn’t protest further as she climbed into bed. Max sat beside her, grabbing her brush and starting to braid her hair, his fingers moving carefully.

"You don’t have to do this," she murmured sleepily.

"I know," Max said softly, securing the braid. "But I want to."

Yn smiled, snuggling under the blanket as Max tucked her in. "Night, Dad."

Max kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, liefje."

As he switched off the light and left the room, he found Kelly leaning against the hallway wall, smiling at him. "You’re such a softie."

Max huffed. "She’s still my little girl."

Kelly chuckled, wrapping an arm around his waist as they walked to their own bedroom. "I know. And she always will be."

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Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed this piece. My requests are open and I'm more than happy to write a new story.

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