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trent at a halloween scare house

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Biggest babygirl in the team

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osc rlly said “ second driver who? “

anyway can ppl acc send me requests i’m boredddd!!!!!

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i beg people send me loads more requests for fics or blurbs!!!

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I loveeeee the piastri family too could you write Nicole picking up Oscar + reader from the airport in aussie 😢 just super fluffy and sweet

very short but sweet blurb <33 thank u for requesting i hope you like it

you’re practically dragging your feet towards the exit of the airport, exhaust a feeling you have long since accepted in your body. the flight from london to melbourne is long, and although you’ve taken it numerous times at this point, it still manages to to thoroughly exhaust you. the fact that it’s the middle of the night doesn’t help either, and you’re pretty sure that if it wasn’t for oscar buying you snacks and carrying half your luggage, you would have given in to the exhaust a long time ago.

but oscar is there. he’s right beside you as you track through the melbourne airport at 3am. it’s your home country. the place you both coincidentally grew up—it’s weird, because you met after you had both moved to london, and finding out he was a fellow aussie was like finding out your love was destined to be.

nicole is picking you up, you’d arranged that ahead of time so you didn’t have to worry about transportation on top of everything else. you had thought that it would be a good idea, but as you spot her—and to your surprise, hattie as well— you realise that it’s more than a good idea. it’s the best idea you’ve had in a very long time.

you want to drop all your things and sprint towards them in a movie worthy reunion, but you stop yourself just in time. prettying should be oscar who greeted them first—they’re his family after all—so you purposely slow down your pace, giving oscar a little head start towards his mother and sister.

nicole smiles as she reaches out for her son, hugging him tightly for a moment before quickly moving on to you. she holds you tightly as well, rubbing your back in a motherly way that softens your entire body. it isn’t til oscar starts complaining that she missed you more than him that she steps back—but not without flicking his ear while teasingly glaring at her oldest child.

hattie greets you next, and she doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she’s there to see you and not your boyfriend. she springs on you, enveloping you in a hug that almost makes you topple over, and you hug her right back with the same intensity.

oscar smiles at you when you break free of the hug, and he smiles even brighter when his sister reaches down to take one of your bags so you have a free arm to interlock with hers.

and when his younger sister starts pulling you along towards the car, oscar’s smile is almost breaking his face.

it’s good to be home.

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morning👍👍

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i need ideas on what to write next!

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favs.

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not right - lando norris

pairing - lando norris x reader x mention of charles leclerc.

summary - an anniversary dinner goes wrong, or does it?

warnings - swearing, slight angst, sexual mentions, fluffy at the end.

a/n - ahh my first post, pls lmk any tips you have as this is my first ever fic ive ever written. i hope you love itttt!

You knew it was wrong, theres no way it wasn’t wrong. Turning up at your now ex’s bestfriends apartment at 11pm wasn’t on your to-do list for tonight.

It started when he came home late from work, you made an amazing dinner for your 1 year anniversary.

“ y/n i’m home.” his voice was gentle but filled with tiredness, as if he hadn’t caused you hours of stress and worry.

you don’t reply, you just stay wrapped up on the couch, still in your outfit but makeup noticeably smudged.

“y/n whats wrong mon amour? ” he says just above a whisper, smiling at you.

“ Don’t mon amour me, I’ve been sat here looking stupid for 2 hours Charles, two fucking hours! ” you shout, finally rising from the couch.

his brows furrow, charles slowly walks over to me and tries to grab your hand.

“ baby don’t be like this, i wasn’t gone long and we can eat now! ” he laughs as if nothing has happened, making you even more furious.

“ eat? eat what, the cold pasta or the stale bread? i’ve been waiting forever, worrying about where you are. Not even a phone call, why do you keep doing this to me every night? ” you run my hands through your hair and walk towards the shoe rack, grabbing your heels and throwing them on.

“i cant deal with your shit anymore y/n, i have a life you know, and it doesn’t revolve around you! ” he points in your face, eyes darker than ever and teeth gritted.

your breathe hitches and you feel tears welling in your eyes. you walk out your apartment door and slam it.

And thats how you got to where you are now, stood outside of his bestfriends apartment, debating whether to ring the bell or not. After ten minutes of anticipation you finally ring the bell.

“ y/n? ” lando’s eyes widen and he puts a hand through his wet hair.

you just look at him in delusion, as if nothing was real, were you actually stood in front of him or was it in your imagination, had you really left your boyfriends apartment and come straight to his friend for comfort. Nothing felt real to you.

“ y/n look at me ” lando grabs your face and makes you look at him, wiping the smudged mascara from under your eyes.

his voice is filled with so much concern and seeing his face looking down at you with so much worry is exactly what it takes for you to finally break.

“ it went so wrong, the whole night went so wrong” you fall into his arms sobbing, clutching onto his shirt like you were begging him not to let go.

lando puts an arm on the small of your back and walks you into his apartment, slowly sitting you down on the couch next to him.

After telling him what happened, and eventually calming down, your actions become a reality and you finally realise where you are.

you stand up of landos couch and straighten out my dress, looking round the room.

“ i’m sorry i shouldn’t have come here, charles is probably waiting. ” you smile and walk towards the door and grab my jacket.

“ y/n, do you not remember why you came here? ” he walks closer to me and places a hand on your cheek, sending butterflies through your stomach.

you just look at him in awe, something inside you takes over, you grab the back of his neck and put your lips on his, His kiss was too addicting.

it was almost everything you craved for. The way his lips moved on yours, the soft moan that slipped from his lips, and how his gaze had settled on you. His hand roamed around your body freely as if he knew it like the back of his hand.

you snap out of the trance he had you in, finally thinking about the actions you were doing.

you pull away and throw your hand over your mouth, putting your other on your stomach, feeling violently sick that you had just cheated on your boyfriend with one of his bestfriends.

“ i cant do this lando, i have a boyfriend ” you bite my bottom lip anxiously and turn quickly on my heel.

“ do whatever you thinks right y/n ” he smiles at you softly, making you nearly drop to my knees.

you smile back and walk out of his apartment door, walking through the streets of Monaco full of guilt, but also full of wonder.

what were you going to do?

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Trent Alexander-Arnold better be in Jude’s YouTube series or I’ll be upset. 😤😤😤

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the way they went from chanting to cheering as soon as trent walked over. the peoples princess fr

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my baby boyy :(

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Next 2 weeks are ruined. Bring back club football sigh

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omg he’s sassy as*

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No way Domi on the boos: yeah I love it!

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Charles and Arthur | Post race, Italian GP 2024 by IPA Sport. (edited)

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Why is he like this 🫠