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Heyy, hope you’re having a good day.

Don’t know if your requests are open but I really wanted to ask something. Could you write Oscar with baby fever, but like a lot, to the point that Lando knows about it and makes fun of him, and he is always trying to convince reader that they are ready to have a baby and how he would love to see her pregnant and obviously showing all the time vídeos o cute babies. Then to make it a little longer you could make some embarrassing moment of this baby fever, like Oscar getting flustered (or more lol) when seeing reader with a baby or like zac listening him saying some weird stuff, something like that yk. Then after months she accept. (If you are felling writing a little angst, you could write in the same one or another part, they trying to get pregnant but they can’t and Oscar gets very frustrated and ends up venting with Lando or so and little time later they discovered she is pregnant just to end in a cute way).

If you like the idea and decide to write it, feel free to make any changes you desire, I love your writing and I’m sure you’ll make my idea a thousand time better. Thank you <3

It is CRIMINAL how long it took me to answer this superb request.

Let’s Have A Baby, Baby (OP81)

Summary: There is nothing Oscar wants more than for Y/n to get pregnant with his kid, and everyone knows it.

Warnings: sexual conversations, language, Oscar has no filter at all, an extremely graphic and sexual conversation that has Zak traumatized (pray for him), tooth rotting fluff idk where any of this came from

Note: i didn’t put any angst in this because THIS WAS TOO CUTE TO ADD ANYTHING BAD THIS COUPLE DESERVES EVERY BIT OF HAPPINESS AND MORE WITHOUT ANY COMPLICATIONS I MEAN IT.

How do you tell someone having a child at the ripe age of 22 is not a good idea?

Y/n sat at the end of the bed, watching Oscar pace back and forth as he rambled about how much he wanted to get her pregnant.

“Baby, you’d look so pretty. Please? You know how good the sex would be.” He turned toward her, eyes holding hers as he looked at her with his persuasive doe eyes.

Y/n groaned as her head fell back, “Osc, the sex is already good. Why do we need to add a child to the mix?”

Oscar fell to the floor, kneeling in front of her with his hands resting on her knees as he tilted his head, “Because it’ll be fun! And you could dress them up in little clothes and…” He trailed off, his eyes shifting toward the floor before meeting hers once more, “We’d be a family.”

Y/n’s lip pouted out, emotions running strong in her body as her boyfriend held her hands so tightly, “Oscar,” She rubbed lightly over his cheekbone, “I would love to be a family with you, make a family with you, but I just don’t think I’m ready for that right now. Your career is just taking off and I’ve just barely started to figure out what I want to do with the degree I just earned. It’s not the right time.”

Oscar sighed, head lulling forward and into her lap, “Fine. I guess you’re right.”

Y/n smiled softly and folded forward, planting a kiss into his hair as she scratched at his scalp. “This doesn’t mean I don’t ever want kids, you know?”

He gave a small smile into her lap before looking up at her, “I know. I think I’m just a bit crazed with baby fever right now. You’re right. It’s not a good time to have a whole ass kid now.”

Y/n giggled, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Oscar stood up, moving to sit beside her on the bed. His arm hooked around her waist, pulling her into him and kissing her hair quickly as he murmured, “I still think you’d look good pregnant. With my kid, to be precise.”

—

“Y/n, are you seeing this?!” Oscar exclaimed as he shoved his phone in his girlfriend’s face. The TikTok he was showing her was of a little girl giggling continuously as, from what Y/n could gather, the child’s father tickled her stomach.

She blushed, “Yes, very cute, baby.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, “Exactly. Baby. I want a baby.”

“Mate…” Lando said with exhaustion, his head lulling back onto the couch he was sprawled out on. The McLaren crew members off to the side, getting coffees from the hospitality center, snickered.

Oscar’s head snapped to his teammate, “What? You’re just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend to have a kid with.”

“Oscar!” Y/n yelled, hitting his arm as a warning while Lando just keeled over in laughter.

His face was red as he got out, “Oscah! Who taught you to talk like that?!”

Oscar just smiled, “You.”

Lando leaned back, gasping for breath as he came down, “Does that mean I can be its uncle?”

Oscar shook his head, “I’m thinking godfather.”

Y/n scoffed, “We are not having a child! Stop dreaming of something that is not going to be happening for a few more years.”

Oscar shot her a quick glance with a grin, “Just wait till I give you a preview of what having a kid could let us do and I’m sure your mind will change.”

Lando’s mouth fell open, “I need to be removed from the country after hearing that come out of your mouth.”

“Oscar, there is something mentally wrong with you.” Y/n hit his arm once more, shooting him a warning look.

He sidled up to her, “Think a baby could fix that?”

Y/n groaned and Lando laughed, “OSCAR!”

—

“Y/n! Oscar! Do you guys think you could watch Mila while Sav, Ollie, and I all go for a walk on the paddock?” Lando asked hesitantly, eyeing Oscar with his niece in his arms.

From the way they were staring at each other, Y/n knew Oscar had put Lando up to this. Nonetheless, she smiled, “Sure!”

Oscar beamed.

Y/n took Mila from Lando’s arms, turning to Oscar as Mila stared after her uncle as he walked away. A shy child, Y/n knew Mila would do well with a bit of childish conversation.

“Mila, who’s your favorite? Uncle Lala or Oscar?” Y/n smiled, pinching Mila’s cheeks to draw a few giggles from the little girl.

Mila squealed, “Uncle Lala!! Lala!”

Y/n’s heart warmed at the way the cute child screaming the sweetest nickname. Oscar looked down at his girlfriend and, in his delusions, their child.

He cocked his head, “You fall into the role quite well.”

His comment went ignored by his girlfriend as she continued poking Mila lightly, laughing along with the young girl as her head fell into Y/n’s chest from the tickling.

Y/n smiled up at him before turning around, wandering off into the McLaren garage with Mila still tucked under her arm. Oscar wished he could take a picture. Save it for later. He loved everything before his eyes.

When he was done getting lost in fairy land, he jogged in the direction his girlfriend had taken. What he found was a sight so dear to his heart. Y/n in conversation with Mark, a sleeping Mila in her arms. Part of the reason why he loved the image so much was how comfortable Y/n looked, how Mila laid against her body so easily and how Y/n swayed as if it was second nature.

He wished she could see what he saw.

Mark nodded at him as he came to stand next to Y/n, pulling her into him by the waist and trying to decipher the topic of conversation. “You’re talking about Otmar leaving Alpine?”

“Yeah, good riddance.” Y/n sighed, hand rubbing up and down Mila’s back.

Oscar squeezed her hip softly, “I want to leave that man in my past.”

Mark rolled his eyes, “Don’t we all.”

“There isn’t any corner of the world he could be that is too far from us.” Oscar murmured, face grimacing at the thought of the horrid man.

Y/n laughed and kissed his shoulder, “It’s okay, Osc. You don’t have to deal with him anymore.”

Mark nodded along, eyes entranced with the picture in front of him. He knew Oscar yearned for kid with Y/n, but it had never looked so real before. The boy he had watched grow up, helped fight for, had all of a sudden grown into a man who pushed for children with his girlfriend. Mark knew Oscar was still young, too young for kids, but it still felt a bit odd to see him as someone’s father. It was sobering to see Oscar, his girlfriend, and a child all at once, in a position that made them look like a family. Truthfully, a part of him felt at peace to know the war was over. Oscar had found a seat, a team that prioritized him, and a person who loved him wholly. There was no need to worry about Oscar anymore. What was he to do now?

“Can I take a picture of you two really quick?” Mark asked, a question so surprising Oscar and Y/n shared a strange look.

“Sure?” Y/n said, not fully understanding the reason behind his request.

Mark moved back an inch, position his camera as Y/n and Oscar smiled. Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder while Mila stayed in her arms, still asleep against her body. He turned his camera around to show the couple what he had just captured and Y/n’s heart squeezed. Oscar almost screamed and ripped his hair out. He wanted what this picture implied so badly. With her.

He kept his composure, “We look cute, no?”

Y/n hesitated, a lingering grin on her face as she stared down at the image. Though, her smile lengthened and she tilted her head, “Can you send that to me?”

—

Oscar was in rare form. From the moment he had woken up, he was making suggestive comments in Y/n’s ear. To put it shortly, he was horny for the woman by his side. When Oscar got like this, he became impulsive and threw caution to the wind. Therefore, Y/n wasn’t surprised when he started rambling to her in the middle of the McLaren garage.

“All I’m saying is that you would look damn good carrying my kid.” He giggled, hand dangerously low on her back.

“Oscar…” She whispered, eyes darting around them in an effort to show him how public he was making their conversation.

He shook his head, “No one can hear what I’m saying. They’re too wrapped up in their work. They don’t know that I’m telling you how good it would feel to fuck you raw.”

She blushed, “Oscar,” She tried once more, though her voice was beginning to lose his edge.

His hand brushed her hair out of the way, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Do you like that idea? Like the thought of me coming inside of you? Like the thought of everyone knowing you’re mine because you’re carrying my child?”

Her hand brushed up against his abs as she turned to look at him, his eyes boring down into hers. “Oscar, you are working.”

“So? We can go try for one right now, love. Just say the word.”

She tried to hold her composure, “Oscar, you are so bold.”

He kissed her softly, “Yeah? Or am I just attracted to the idea of seeing my cum leak out of you? I’d fuck it back into you with my fingers. Make sure it takes.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but her insides clenched together.

He tried once more, “I can tell you want it. I can feel your skin getting hotter under my hands,” He brushed his fingers against the skin peeking out from her crop top, “I could be feeling you cum around my bare cock too.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but a loud throat clearing stopped her.

Oscar froze, Y/n paled.

The couple turned their heads slowly behind them, Zak side glancing them from his place inches away from them. Oscar opened his mouth to apologize, but Zak put up his hand.

“I never want to talk about this ever again.” He said, his voice so sharp it could cut ice.

Oscar’s hand flew to his mouth, “Zak, I’m so incredibly sorry. That wasn’t meant to be hear-”

Zak shook his head, “Oscar, I don’t care what the hell you do on your free time. Hell! I think it’s endearing how much you want to have kids with your girlfriend. But, I swear to God,” His eyes closed as he took a deep breath, “If I have to hear you talk about doing anything physical with your girlfriend, I will give you a bad car.”

Oscar nodded shortly, “Understood. I’m so sorry.”

Zak grimaced and shivered before giving the couple one last glance. A whisper loud enough for them to hear, “I’m so unsettled.”

Oscar turned back to his girlfriend. The woman so horrified, she refused to look at him.

He tilted his head, “It’s not that bad?”

Y/n snapped her head up at him. Her gaze fiery, it turned Oscar on. “You will never speak to me when we are near Zak, yeah?”

She walked away before he could respond.

“Y/n, that’s insane!” He screamed as he ran after her.

Lando chuckled to himself at the scene. Not knowing what Oscar had said, but inferring from the way Zak stared at a trash can like he was five seconds from vomiting into it.

—

Oscar stared down at Y/n as they laid in bed together, post-sex haze slowly depleting. His hand pushed tangled hair out of her face as he laid small kisses on her face, “I love you,” He whispered.

She smiled softly, “I love you too.”

From the way his eyes softened, Y/n’s being found peace. When she was younger, she had been so convinced she would never find love, never find a man who wanted to love her. Part of her wished she could go back in time and show her 16 year old self a picture of Oscar, detailing the man she would later find. Even though they fought and he got her so annoyed sometimes, he would always live to show her that what she had thought was unrealistic in love, was completely attainable. She had loved romcoms, yearning for that kind of feeling for someone else, but she was always lectured on how impossible that was. Oscar was the living counter argument to that statement. From the way he looked at her to the delicate nature of how he held her hand, she was secure in his love for her. A child was a lot, but a child was also a statement of forever. She wanted forever with Oscar, he did too. She wanted to share something so intimate with him beyond sex and vulnerability.

She wanted a kid with him.

In the silence of the night, she lightly spoke the words, “I think I’m ready for a baby.”

A year later and the sentence finally met his ears. Oscar stared at the wall behind her for a moment before letting his gaze fall to her.

“What?” Is all he could find within himself. The woman and the words of his dreams, finally a reality.

She giggled, “I’m ready to try for kids, Osc.”

His hands flew to cradle her face. He shook her head lightly as tears flooded his vision. His voice broke, “What?”

He couldn’t begin to muster another syllable, the staring was all his body could take. He wanted to memorize the twinkle in her eye as she completed his world. He wanted to think back on this moment and remember the way her hand felt against his rapidly beating heart, the way his hands got lost in her hair, the smell of her faded perfume, and the sincerity in her words.

He kissed her lips, soft and gentle as tears fell from his eyes. When they pulled back, she laughed and wiped the wetness on his cheeks, “Why are you crying, baby?”

His mouth opened and closed before speaking, “Because we’re having a kid… and I’ve found you, found the person I know the rest of my life was meant to be shared with. I think I’m just…” He trailed off, trying to find his words amongst all the things swirling around in his body, “I always knew I would be proud of myself if I got into F1, achieved a seat in the sport. I thought that would be the greatest achievement of my life, the most proud I would’ve ever been of myself. But, that’s not true because, in this moment, I am so much more proud of myself for being worthy enough of you and having a kid with you than getting a seat in Formula 1. I never thought about who I would settle down with, but now that I know it’s you, I can’t believe it was ever something that wasn’t on my mind. You are everything I ever think about. The life awaiting us and whatever tries to ruin our plans, I want it all. You are the beginning and end of my life.”

Y/n’s eyes were teary by the end of his confession, feeling as if she was drowning in the love of the moment.

When they kissed again, it felt more solidifying. Solidifying in that tomorrow, when they were filled with energy again, they would try for a baby. Solidifying that sometime, whether that was five years in the future or next week, a positive pregnancy test would sit brightly on the counter of their bathroom, affirming the forever they already knew was in store.

—

(ONE MONTH LATER)

How do you tell someone they’re 23 and going to be a dad?

Y/n snuck through the McLaren building at the Australian Grand Prix. Lando was in tow behind her as well as Mark and Oscar’s family, all eight of them tiptoeing toward Oscar’s room with large smiles.

Y/n clutched the pregnancy test in her hands, palms sweating heavily moments before she presented Oscar with news that would send him into sobs. No doubt.

“That one,” Lando whispered, pointing toward a black door at the end of the hallway. When they reached it, Y/n turned back.

“Who’s recording?” She asked quietly as Mark smiled and shoved his phone out in front of him.

Y/n giggled, “Screenager,” before sending him a playful glance, her teasing out of love.

With another look to the group, her knuckles rapped on the door.

“One sec!” Oscar’s voice yelled, a few moments passing before he was flinging the door open with a smile. That smile, however, soon fell slightly at the sight of everyone he ever loved standing before him.

“Oh, no. What have I done?” He asked, face dropping as he made eye contact with his beaming mother. “What’s going on?” He asked, slightly confused at the manic faces of his family and closet friend.

“Oscar,” Y/n whispered, his attention drawing to her immediately.

His head cocked to the side, “Baby, what’s going on?”

Y/n smiled, “A baby.”

His confusion grew, “What do you mean ‘a baby’?”

“Oscar…” She said once more, hands shifting in their grasp.

In the tone of her voice, he found happiness.

“No,” He whispered.

Her hands came to rest between their bodies, the pregnancy test on clear display, “Yes,”

A very concerning scream erupted from Oscar before be flung himself into the arms of his girlfriend and, therefore, everyone behind her. There was loud squeals and laughter before Oscar pulled back.

“THERE’S GOING TO BE A BABY?!” He screamed, the volume bouncing off the walls and most likely down to the garage.

Y/n nodded, “OUR BABY!”

Another scream that Lando would have to make fun of Oscar for later. The couple hugged each other tightly, jumping and down in the most giddy way. Truly embarrassing for Oscar, according to Lando, but the Brit also knew how much his friend had pleaded for this.

It was clear in the way he choked back tears; clear in the way he held Y/n; clear in the way he stuffed the pregnancy test into his pocket, mumbling to himself about wanting to put it in a scrapbook for their first child.

Maybe the moment could have been left to just Oscar and Y/n, but, as they all conversed excitedly about nine months in the future, Oscar found everything he ever needed.

Formula 1 was a bonus.

This was his dream.

Y/n and Baby 1 were his drea-

Y/n and Baby 1 were his reality.

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norrizzandpia · 2 months

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can we have oscar getting caught having car sex with yn and the video ends up on twitter

I LOVE THIS HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Oscar’s Car (OP81)

Summary: A fun time in the back of his car turns to be the most flustered and regretful the couple has ever been when a man recognizes the boy’s car and begins to take a video.

Warnings: smut!, very much interrupted, language, drivers are traumatized, mark webber is traumatized, Oscar and yn are unapologetic ngl

“Are you sure no one will catch us, Osc?” Y/n whispered feverishly as Oscar began kissing her neck, adding just the right amount of pressure.

She could feel his nod before he pulled away and snapped the strap of her tank top against her skin softly with a grin, “No, I’m not sure, but doesn’t that make it all the more fun?”

He was right, she couldn’t argue that. And because of her moment of leniency, Oscar took his opportunity to let his hands wander dangerously low. His fingers tracing the hem of her pants, he whispered, “It doesn’t intrigue you in the slightest what it would feel like to get fucked in the back of my McLaren?”

A small moan emitted from her at that, one that gave her boyfriend all the more confidence to dip his hand lower. When his soft fingers meet the lacy material of her underwear, he removes his body weight from her fully, meeting her eyes intently, “Okay, but everything aside, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

He gave her an out, Y/n can acknowledge that. But, she can also acknowledge that fact that she smiled mischievously at him and pushed his hand lower, “I think I’m more intruded than worried.”

Oscar choked out a laugh before throwing his head back, “Oh, God, I think I just fell in love with you a bit more.”

Y/n laughed as she scrambled over the console, flopping into the backseat of his sports car and watching Oscar follow her movements. When his arms flew over hers, pulling her into him so quickly and roughly smashing his lips against hers, she knew she had found herself in a bit of trouble.

His strong arms flipped her down, lying beneath him as he settled in between her legs. Oscar let his tongue trace the seam of her lips teasingly, only letting it dip into her mouth slightly when she gave him full access. His hand supported his weight above her as it stood next to her head while the other massaged her thigh, pulling it around his waist. One of the things Oscar loved most about sex with Y/n was the way she felt against him. Not only was it the way she felt around him, but it was the way her body rocked against his, the brush of her hands against his that heightened the sensuality flooding his brain. He liked to chalk that up to the love he felt for her.

Her small hands clutched his shirt, tugging it up before Oscar was leaning back on his knees and stripping it off for her. Like a horny teenage girl, Y/n licked her lips at the sight of his abs and when he leaned back down, hovering over her, her hands moved up and down the warm skin.

His hot breath fanned over her face as he pulled back, “We have to be quick, love. Don’t want anyone finding us.”

She nodded, feeling his hand slowly tug her pants down. She lifted her hips to help until they were bunched around her ankles and Oscar was staring at the wet spot forming behind the material. His eyes rolled back into his head, “Oh, God, Y/n, remind me to get a bigger car so I have space to go down on you. This is cruel.”

She chuckled, pulling his body back down to hers and finding his belt. Her hands fidgeted with the buckle as he unbuttoned her shirt, “I’ll definitely remind you to get another car if that’s the reason for it.”

Oscar moaned at the sight of her boobs spilling out of her bra. His large hands tugged the padded cups down and his mouth watered when her perky nipples met his gaze.

“My eyes are up here, Osc.” She laughed as he began pulling himself out of his pants.

Oscar shook his head, “I know where your eyes are, baby.”

She rolled her eyes at his comment, but was interrupted when his fingers brushed against her clit as he pushed her underwear to the side. He was quick to push into her, a loud moan leaving his mouth at the pressure.

“Oscar!” She whispered, covering his mouth as his hand squeezed her hips hard.

She kept her hand there as he began moving her hips down in rhythm with his thrusts, the couple finding it hard to keep quiet. From behind her hand, Y/n could hear Oscar mumbling obscene things.

“Oh, fuck, Y/n, just like that… Squeezing me so good… Love how tight you are around my dick… Moan for me, baby… What a slut you are for getting fucked in the back of a car and looking this good…”

He continued with his hard thrusts, Y/n biting into his shoulder to keep her moans from reaching their full volume.

His cock pulsed inside her as he whispered brokenly, “Shit, Y/n, I’m so close.”

Her head lulled back, “Oh, Osc, right there.”

His movements turned sloppily, the car shaking no doubt, and Oscar’s head fell away from her hand as he groaned, “Oh, God, Y/n, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

“FUCKING HELL!” A scream emitted from outside the vehicle, Oscar and Y/n’s heads snapping up to find the noise. A man stood beside their car, a horrified look on his face with his phone pointed toward them.

“OH MY GOD!” Oscar yelled, his body flopping fully onto Y/n’s to shield her from the camera.

The man shook his head, “I’M SO SORRY!”

He scurried off before Oscar could get his name or see whatever he had on his phone, inducing a massive weight of anxiety on Oscar’s shoulders. A crowd surrounded their car at the screams, all recognizing the customized McLaren and license plate and wondering what the drama was about.

Y/n breathed out, “It’s okay. They can’t see us, right? The windows are tinted?”

Oscar’s face dropped, “No, Y/n. The car is new. I haven’t gotten it in to the shop yet for that. These people can see us.”

Her face turned red, “Oscar, I am going to genuinely kill you.”

His hands pushed her body down, “Just stay down there and I’ll drive us out of here.”

From her position stuffed into the bottom of the car, Oscar threw his shirt back on and pulled out of the parking lot, tire marks on the street as he drove irrationally in an attempt to dodge anymore pictures taken.

It didn’t matter though. Pictures, videos, everything had already been taken.

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INSTAGRAM

f1gossipcentral OSCAR PIASTRI AND GF, Y/N Y/L/N, CAUGHT HAVING SEX IN THE BACK OF HIS NEW MCLAREN LAST NIGHT ‼️ Sources say the couple had been out to dinner at a restaurant down the street being very touchy and flirty, but normal for a young couple. A man who works for a sports journalism company (the identity and information surrounding this man will remain anonymous per request) walked up to the car to film it for content when he realized the couple was in the backseat of the car, very clearly messing around. It was only a matter of time before others realized what was going on and who has involved, attracting a crowd. The first picture is of the couple’s car. The second picture is Oscar speeding out of the area after having been caught. Fuzzy pictures are all that can be made out right now, protecting the decency of both Piastri and Y/l/n, but a very graphic video has surfaced which includes the car shaking and lewd noises emitting from it frequently.

Comments:

landonorris NAH IM CRYING OSCAR PIASTRI CAUGHT HAVING SEX IN HIS CAR HSHAHDHUFGEUFIHFHV THIS CANT BE REAL

- danielricciardo you wont be laughing when you accidentally stumble onto the video when youre minding your own business on twitter.

- logansargeant tbh im not that surprised… they are very experimental 😭

- mclarenfan2024 WTF DOES THAT MEAN LOGAN OMG 😟

oscarpiastri it was mainly my idea so my b guys

- y/nnn traumatized.

- y/nnn but also like you bitches wish you were me

- f1fan81 she knows us too well tbh

mclaren oh! 😀

- landonorris now who’s the least problematic mclaren driver? 🙏🏻

- oscarpiastri lando you moaned on a stream and then you said “why does my girl have cream on her?”

- landonorris YOU HAD SEX WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND IN THE BACK OF YOUR WORK. ISSUED. CAR. AND GOT CAUGHT.

- y/nnn damn babe he kinda ate you up

- oscarpiastri you were in the car too.

- y/nnn wasn’t my government issued car tho! 🤗

- landonorris damn osc she kinda ate you up ngl

- mclaren we still love you y/n!

- oscarpiastri you fake bitches.

- mclaren thin ice.

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TWITTER

landonorris i always wondered why you wouldn’t buy this car off me…

Comments:

oscarpiastri i could prob still make it work in that car tbh

- landonorris you need to be stopped.

alexalbon wasn’t he supposed to be like a soft koala?

- y/nnn koala? Maybe, probably but soft? Nah

- alexalbon SOMEBODY GIVE ME A GENUINE REASON NOT TO CALL THE COPS ON HER

- oscarpiastri i love her!

- alexalbon I don’t care.

maxverstappen oh! So that’s not exactly-

charlesleclerc mhm so ive let this part of f1 twitter sink in and ive decided not to let it ruin my day <3

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TWITTER

markwebber ive decided to delete all social media platforms. oscarpiastri y/nnn

Comments:

f1fan2024 THE @S HES TARGETING THEM FR

landonorris mark webbah!

oscarpiastri WE ARE SORRY GAHDAMN

mclaren we wish we had the ability to do that too pookie webbah…

- landonorris BYE WHAT

- markwebber this lightened my day

- y/nnn what’s happening

- markwebber you are.

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INSTAGRAM

oscarpiastri and y/nnn we are sorry for the chaos we caused but i mean… it was a great time (i told him not to say that - y/n)

Comments:

f1fan2024 pr strategy - own it (I lowkey love it)

- mclaren that’s the point 🤭

landonorris alr idc abt this anymore im on the cusp of doing something so outrageous the attention turns back to me

- mclarenfan28 he’s so real for this tho

- oscarpiastri plz do.

- mclaren plz don’t pookie norris 🧡

formulaonegirly so funny bc they’re always so private and now we know way too much but nothing at all at the same time

- oscarpiastri yeah exactly that was the plan all along!

- y/nnn yeah!

- landonorris who’s gonna tell em…

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