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the logan smau was so cute, had me giggling and kicking my feet fr 😭 can i request something with oscar <3 i’m sure you’ve seen that video of him and lando were he was just looking @ lando like ♡_♡ maybe fem!driver reader and how he’s always doing the same to her and everybody always just loses it and lando teasing him (bc he so would) !! :p

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pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reserve driver!reader [no faceclaim, reader is faceless] summary: oscar and the mclaren reserve driver are disgustingly in love, and lando is also there, suffering as usual. notes: aaah thank u for the love on the logan fic<33 this is such a cute idea, thanks for the request! enjoy<3

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mclaren a double podium for the boys! get in there!

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ynusername LET'S GOOOOOO!!!

username1 that's gonna be you up there one day!! 🥹🧡

ynusername who's that guy on the third slide he's kind of cute

oscarpiastri I have a girlfriend sorry

username2 they put in the photo of oscar going to yn after the race omg i can't 😭 the way he looks at her!!

landonorris oscar "heart eyes" piastri strikes again username3 omg lando is one of us

username4 i want what they have!!!!!

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ynusername thanks mclaren for letting me (featured on slide 3) drive in fp1! i love my job! lando if you were really my friend you'd fall off a ladder and break your leg so i can drive with my boyfriend for one race!

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username5 YN IS SO UNHINGED IM HOWLING

landonorris oh my bad let me just 🪜🧑‍🦯

ynusername awesome thanks!

oscarpiastri I can arrange his downfall (literally)

ynusername yay ❤️ landonorris ok stop the joke it's not funny anymore

username6 girl literally outpaced alonso when is she gonna get a full-time seat 😩

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oscarpiastri I'm just embracing it at this point

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username7 oh he LOVES HER loves her

username8 WAIT THESE ARE ALL PHOTOS OF HIM LOOKING AT YN THIS IS SO CUTE

ynusername i love your face!!!

oscarpiastri ❤️❤️

mclaren our favorite power couple!

ynusername thank you mclaren admin

username9 waiting for him to change his username to oscarhearteyes and fully commit to the bit

landonorris when will i be free

username10 LMAO lando is so sick of third wheeling in the mclaren garage christianhorner There's space at Red Bull for you. landonorris fuck off ye spooky bitch! username11 WHAT THE FUCK KLSDHGLKJHSD

will: oh shit this apple is rotten

hannibal: This fruit is representative of our innocence. It disintegrates and falls deeper into death with each passing hour and even Mother Nature herself cannot save it. God allows it to rot to its core. He wishes to watch our becoming, whether it fulfill or destroys us. Tell me Will, are you a rotten apple?

*Will throws Hannibal in front of a moving car.*

can i plllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase have a bubbly reader offering miguel a hug (as a joke bc hes grumpy) and he says no at first but later on when hes rlly upset abt whatever he puts his pride in his pocket and asks for one??? i know tht man is touchstarved a good hug might fix him

wait shut up. this is adorable :((

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐆? — 𝐌.𝐎‘𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

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fluff; that’s literally it; maybe a bit of angst??

pt one pt two

“And why are you so grumpy?” You slid across the bench, as Miguel sat, minding his own business and eating. He doesn’t spare you a glance as you just rested your hands on your elbows, tilting your head with a smile.

“What is she doing?” Gwen asks, from her farther seat, next to Hobie, Pavitr, Miles, and (occasionally) Peter. They are all staring at you and your bubbly nature.

“Ah, let her figure out how antisocial he is.” Peter shrugs, adjusting Mayday’s spider beanie.

“I think she already knows.” Miles says.

“That’s probably why she’s over there. To “cheer” him up.” Pav adds.

“Good luck with tha’” Hobie lightly chuckles, resting back against Pav as he swings his legs up, watching what he’d call a “show”.

“You look like you could use a friend.” You say, finally making Miguel look at you. His expression was the definition of ‘indifferent’. Your smile didn’t fall. “Or maybe an acquaintance you can talk to?”

Miguel’s expression doesn’t shift. You nod. “Imma have you figured out soon…I promise.” Your eyes slightly narrow in an inspection of him. Then he turns back to his food.

“It’s going well.” Pav sarcastically comments back at their table, making Hobie scoff.

“You know…” you say, fingers lightly tapping the table. “There’s things that can help with being moody.”

“I’m not moody.”

“Ah huh!” You softly cheer. “You spoke. Progress.”

Miguel looks exasperated as he shuts his eyes. He just wanted to enjoy his empanada.

“But you wanna know what will help?”

“I’m not…moody.” He repeats a little slower, to make sure you heard.

“Yeah you are. But it’s okay. Cause you wanna know what will help?”

“You clearly want to tell me.” Miguel breathes out.

“Mhm.” You smile. “A hug.”

Miguel shifts his gaze to you, blinking a few times.

From the farther table, the spider gang is still thoroughly invested. “Oh shit, he looks annoyed.” Miles comments.

“What do think she said?” Gwen asks, resting against the table.

“Tha’ he looks like a wannabe gangster.” Hobie says, now rocking his leg slightly back and forth as he watches.

“A hug would help. It helps me.” You are saying, still staring at Miguel, smiling.

Miguel clicks his jaw, before he’s standing, muttering to himself.

“Let me know!” You call to his leaving form with a chuckle.

;;

Later that night Miguel is pacing his office, just back from a mission that went terribly. The anomaly got away. And Miguel is beating himself up inside. How could he let that happen?

You’re walking down HQ’s hallway, looking for something you had dropped. As you scanned the floor, you hear muttering that reminded you of earlier today. Miguel.

You stopped by his slightly cracked open office door. You carefully knock. Miguel swings it open, sighing upon seeing you. “Now’s not a good time.”

You smile. “Don’t worry. I just want to ask if you’ve seen a pen.”

“A pen?” Miguel’s brows furrow.

“Mhm. I lost it.” You reply. “You look stressed.”

“I’m not—“ he takes a deep breath. “I’m fine. And no I haven’t seen your pen.”

“No worries.” You begin to back away. “Let me know if you see it though. It’s got a weird blue design on it.”

Miguel’s mind is whirring for some reason, as he finds himself calling for you to stop and turn back around. “Did you mean it?” He muttered it so quietly that you almost missed it.

You’re now walking back, eyeing him. “Mean what?”

Miguel’s tongue pokes out against his cheek, feeling his entire body drenched with exhaust and self pity. And putting his pride away he says “A hug.”

“A hug?” Your smile has widened. “I thought you weren’t moody?”

“I’m not. I just— you know what forget I asked.” Miguel goes to turn away feeling stupid, but then you’re reaching forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, with a smile.

At first Miguel doesn’t know where to place his hands, but you stay put, just resting your body against his, as your cheek slightly squishes up against his shoulder. Then Miguel slowly—very slowly—wraps his arms around your midriff, and hugs you back.

Miguel doesn’t what to admit that his body has instantly relaxed upon feeling yours against his. Your hand had begun to softly soothe the top of his back. Just drawing in slow circles, that makes his muscles stop their tensing.

And that hug wasn’t the last time it happened.

Now Miguel would secretly search for you. Big on the ‘secret’ part though, because he can’t have anyone else knowing he likes to hug you. No that would cause too many implications and destroy his well thought out ‘in control’ demeanour.

So when he’d find you walking alone—something he noticed you did a lot. And after he’d make sure that you were both in a desolate enough place, he’d softly grab your arm, pulling you somewhere even more desolate before he’s wrapping his arms around you in a much needed hug.

You didn’t mind. Hugs had always been your love language with family and friends alike. Though you were surprised by how often Miguel would now seek you out, just so you could rest your head on his shoulder and draw patterns on his back.

He claimed it was just for relaxation and that you shouldn’t have offered him a hug if you would’ve asked so many questions. So you let him, his own hand having gradually drawn its own patterns on your waist.

He liked hearing and feeling your breathing. Your breath by his ear sent almost cleansing shivers through him. And the feel of the rise and fall of your chest against his own made his usually racing heartbeat calm down to match with yours.

He liked the calmness your body gave him. And deep down he knew he now craved it.

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You were all in a different universe. Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, Hobie, Peter, Mayday, Miguel and you. Jess had to take care of another mission so Miguel very clearly claimed how he’s stuck with you all, his scowl very present.

It was midway through trying to catch this anomaly when Miguel’s gaze gets caught up in a man and his child. And as you stopped, noticing his focused gaze first, you identified the man and child as Miguel and his daughter.

You didn’t know much about Miguel’s daughter. Just that in his universe she had died. And now as Miguel watches a variant of himself with a variant of his daughter he can feel his body tensing.

He’s never had the misfortune of seeing variants of his family before. And now really wasn’t the time to dwell and sink deeper into his mind but he just can’t help it.

“Is he okay?” Whispered Miles to Peter.

Peter shakes his head. “But there’s nothing we can do about it. No one can take him out of episodes like this.”

Because everyone could see that inside Miguel was fuming, so close to exploding that everyone had almost taken a step back.

You stared at Miguel, watching as his chest heaved with a racing heart.

You remember one time he had muttered to you, head in your neck. You weren’t sure if you were actually meant to hear it or not. But he had said how your breathing slowed his breathing. Or something along those lines. Because after he had said that he had drawn you in tighter, keeping his large hands around your body.

So now you edge closer. And this could be a terrible idea, you realise that. Your friends seem to as well.

“Y/n!” Gwen hisses quietly, watching as you edged closer to the ‘beast’ or how everyone else was treating him like.

You all needed Miguel to focus to capture this especially dangerous anomaly. You couldn’t have him trapped in his mind teetering on the edge.

So you continued to walk forward, and as everyone stared in shock, you carefully wrapped your hands around his neck in a hug. You did so very lightly, to give him any room for rejection. You were actually waiting for the rejection.

But then, to everyone’s shock, Miguel wraps his arms around your waist, just like every other time. And he’s found you fit against him so nicely, it felt so comfortable. Your heartbeat was against his now, and the slower tempo made Miguel sink into your neck, his arms now engulfing you.

Shocked now isn’t a big enough word. Because you were hugging Miguel. And it wasn’t the ‘you’ part everyone was surprised by. It was the ‘Miguel’ part. He was clearly eager to hug you back, and they all watched as Miguel practically became putty in your hold.

Yes. Miguel craved your hugs now. And there was nothing you could do to stop him from bringing you in and keeping you close. You were now his comfort and he a wasn’t going to let that go so easily.

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One Kiss (Is all it takes); Lorenzo never thought much of you kissing people when drunk—until he realized that you have kissed everyone except him.

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Regulus: I’m so good at telling lies, that came from my mother’s side.

Sirius: Reg, we don’t have a mother’s side. Our family tree is a circle.