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max in st tropez this week :) never expected to see him on shownieuws haha

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OLIVER BEARMAN Canadian GP 2025, Media day

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the face card on these two.

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12/04/25 (📷 McLaren)

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MCLAREN BOYS

asking to tie a bow around his biceps!

first text thing! i love these types of like “fic” (ig idk) so i wanted to make one. praying this reaches enjoyers. enjoy.

(soz if this is shite im still a rookie around here)

suggestive? i guess? relationship lando norris oscar piastri

LANDO

OSCAR

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oh my god fuck me

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OSCAR PIASTRI and CHARLES LECLERC | On the podium post race, Monaco GP 2025 by Clive Rose.

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i have nothing appropriate to say at this time.

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enemies yeah sure

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nicole piastri had her children like most people have their pancakes

the first one is lacking a bit of personality but the others have great texture and taste

(affectionately i love oscar don’t come at me his personality is car)

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I love clicking f1 pics like I am in some concert

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tbh i feel like it was him and georges fault hot take

free my boy. he did that shit but idc

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so 100 likes…bwoah. anyways i wanna do text ones and im unsure how but ill find a way…i also dk what prompts to use so reqs would be welcome

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her winner

IN WHICH oscar piastri wins, for a third time. and his biggest supporter is always there in the end.

(graces note: this is my first thing ever im shitting it but hi plz enjoy or ill cry x) (also this is in honour of his pole WE ARE SO BACK)

fem!reader x oscar piastri ;

long term relationship, fluff, kissing.

the win felt special, not because it was a win, but because it was his third in a row. the season had started amazingly. relentless podiums, wins, the dream. he was leading the drivers championship.

coming out of the car felt euphoric, mixed with a little bit of fatigue and nausea. but coming out and seeing her? yeah, that made it worth the struggle.

he gave zak a quick handshake. received congratulations from the team, lando, ect. then, he got to walk to his favourite win. y/n.

she had been there for every win, every loss, every podium, every finish out of the points. everything.

she still smiled at him like he hung the stars. “you did fucking brilliant, babe.” she beamed, arms already wide.

his lips tugged up into a smile and he embraced her tight. the kind of hug that says ‘i love you’ without needing the explicit words.

“thank you.” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

she was a little confused. HE had just won, HE was leading the championship, HE was the winner, the one that had done all of this.

“why are you thanking me?” she laughed slightly. “you did all this, love.”

he pulled back, not enough to remove contact but enough to look into her eyes properly. arms still around her like a vice.

“for being here, always. for grounding me.” his words were soft and not much more than a whisper, all his focus on her. not the pounding cheers of the crowd or the interviews beginning to happen. his attention was hers, like always.

she didnt reply, though the tint of her cheeks told him what she thought.

“i love you.” he murmured, a boyish grin plastered across his face.

“love you too, winner.” she giggled as he started to pepper her face in kisses.

all that mattered after the trophies, the wins, the losses, the titles, was them. him and her. together, infinitely.

always her winner.