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forzaf1 · 7 months

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☆彡[McLaren Podium Lockscreen]

Did someone say double McLaren Podium?!

A little something special for you guys!

Lockscreen + matching homescreen <3

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Feel free to send requests for drivers/teams <33

#mclaren #mclaren f1 lockscreen #mclaren lockscreen #lando norris #landonorris #lando norris lockscreen #lando norris lockscreens #oscar piastri #oscarpiastri #oscar piastri lockscreen #oscar piastri lockscreens #ln4 #op81 #formula 1 lockscreen #formula 1 lockscreens #formula 1 #f1 lockscreen #f1 lockscreens #f1

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wisteriagoesvroom · 2 months

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WE USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE (footage from the reiss x mclaren fashion campaign)

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#lando Norris #oscar piastri #landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #f1 wallpapers #f1 lockscreens #lissie mackintosh #oscar in a leather jacket… i’m climbing the ledge right now #clawing at the walls #the way I opened this on my phone and screeched #so glad I’m working from home today fr #about to have a lot of thoughts about leather jacket oscar #LOTS!!!!#if you squint they’re kinda in the dj lando and getaway driver au #lando and the fleece!!!

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finn95o · 2 months

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Got sick, drank 3 redbulls, created this

“Boom”

#art #f1 #formula 1 #fanart #formula one #op81 #ln4 #lando norris #oscar piastri #landoscar #lockscreen thing #I dunno #poster #lemme craft my own hashtag..? >#finn95o #weeee

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lhfortyfour · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴜʟᴀ 1 ʟᴏᴄᴋꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴꜱ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

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willboland · 8 months

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F1 lockscreens 💫

#beep boop im bored in the car so take these lmao #max verstappen #sergio perez #checo perez #chestappen #lando norris #oscar piastri #landoscar #lewis hamilton #george russell #britcedes #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #charlos #f1 edit #f1 lockscreens #f1 #my edit

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emilyyjpg · 10 months

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★彡[ꜰᴏʀᴍᴜʟᴀ 1 ʟᴏᴄᴋꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴꜱ]彡★

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formulaxdia · 7 months

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What a drive from this awesome lad!! 🧡🙌🏻 P3 in Suzuka, congrats to Oscar!!

#f1 #formulaone #f1 2023 #f1 lockscreens #f1 wallpapers #lockscreen #wallpapers #f1 edit #oscar piastri #suzuka #japan gp 2023 #formula one #mclaren #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren f1 #formula 1

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piastristimtams · 1 year

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#3rd pic is low res but his LOCKSCREEN IS A PICTURE OF HIMSELF #my favourite narcissist #oscar piastri #op81

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bonesandchalamet · 11 months

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a Monaco Grand Prix - t.holland

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pairing: Tom holland x mercedes intern!fem!reader

warnings: some flirting + possible minor errors

a/n: inspired by the Monaco gp today! combining my love for Tom and formula 1 into this! if you like formula 1, you can find my sports masterlist on @thatsdemko 🥰

“you can’t just be nice and give him a tour?” your boss, Toto Wolff, gives you a glare that’s almost killer. one that you know will bite you in the ass, if you don’t just take the opportunity to show the famous celebrity around the paddock.

you know it’s part of your job. if you want your placement to be permanent, you’ll have to do whatever the boss says, and that being showing a famous prick around the Monaco paddock.

you nod, “I’ll do it.” you swallow the nervous jitters, as you turn out of the Mercedes hospitality to the one and only Tom holland making his way through media, other formula 1 interns, and press.

he’s headed to you with his security guards. a bright pearly white smile on his face as climbs the steps, hand extended, “ah you must be y/n! I was told you’d show me around.” his British accent brings warmth to your ears as it visibly spreads to your cheeks taking his hand in yours.

you’ve completely forgot why you didn’t want to do this in the first place. after having met the Tom holland, you’d do anything your boss asks you to do.

“right this way, Mr. Holland, let me show you our new and improved cars for this weekends race.”

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each spot you took him to came with a variety questions and expression, god he was cute, was all you could think about. he was attentive and listened to your tidbits and nerdy jokes, he could tell you really loved your job and took formula 1 as serious as it was.

“and this is the Red Bull garage, legally I’m not allowed in there or else I’ll be reported for spying. but go on in, I’m sure Christian Horner would love to see you.” you gesture for the actor to step inside the garage and join the couple of other famous people you could see from where you stood.

as badly as he wanted to step in and have the cameras pointed on him, he didn’t mind keeping a lower profile and decline the offer to do so, “if you can’t go in then I definitely shouldn’t.” he laughs pulling out his phone to show you his Lewis Hamilton lockscreen, “I’d be murdered in there.”

“that makes two of us.” you giggle, pulling out your phone to show him the picture of you and Lewis on your first day. he’s a bit jealous as a claims, but you’re sure he’s had more opportunities to meet him than you have. considering you rarely see the drivers— except for Mick Schumacher.

“ah I’m hoping to get a picture with him like that too!” he carefully taps his finger against your screen to get another look at the picture; two of you smiling from ear to ear in Bahrain.

“I don’t have the privileges to get you to meet him, but considering your fame status? I’m sure by the end of this weekend you’ll see him more times than me.” you gesture for him to follow and he keeps up as you pass the McLaren, where Oscar piastri and lando norris are doing final placements.

“what if I want to see you more by the end of this weekend?” he asks, the words slipping off his tongue before he can filter them out. his hand flies over his lips; security guard chuckling at his intrusive thoughts winning. flirty words were easy for Tom, but he didn’t expect to find himself using a line on you this early on the tour.

you can feel the red hue quickly spread to your cheeks, it’s more noticeable than the last time he got your attention that way. he moved into your field of vision turning to face you, rather than the cars, “I mean I could always use a tour guide around Monaco?” he shrugs, hand finding the nape of his neck as he nervously plays with the hairs there.

“ask me when I’m off the clock, then legally I can answer.”

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you thought he would’ve forgotten by now. it was hours after you gave him his own private tour of the paddock, and somehow? he was still there.

most people— fans, media, press, and other members of formula 1— had vacated the paddock following an early rise tomorrow for the big race, but not Tom. he’d stuck out waiting around, taking pictures with the few fans left, and even getting his picture with the infamous Lewis Hamilton.

“I see you finally got your picture.” you say as you make your way down those same hospitality steps to close the gap of where he stood off to the side.

“yeah, but I didn’t get that guaranteed tour of Monaco yet?”

“will I get paid by the end of the tour?” you raise an eyebrow watching his words stumble out of his mouth, words not even forming sentences you tripped him hard, “I’m joking, Tom, but I get off of work tomorrow late, so your tour will have to wait.”

he nods eager, but still slow enough to not show much of his excitement, “I can wait until then. I’ll find you here tomorrow evening?”

“deal, and I don’t take checks as a form of payment.”

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folkloresthings · 9 months

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last oscar blurb was so cute… scrunch + oscar plsss :D

[ scrunch ] for a kiss on the nose with oscar piastri.

“oscar! sit still,” you exclaim, tone nothing but gleeful. you hold his head in your hands, his hands holding your waist, finally stopping his squirming to let you smooth the rest of the face mask onto his soft skin.

a pamper night, you had suggested. he’d thought a movie, some food, maybe a massage — not you appearing with a basket full of skin care products. “it’ll be fun!” you’d promised when he raised his brows at you, and how could he deny that face of yours?

“it’s cold,” oscar murmured, inhaling the sweet smell of the product you were putting on him. rose, he remembers you saying — it smells like you, and that’s the main reason he likes it so much.

you shift a little in his lap, the most comfortable seat in the room, to be careful with where you’re spreading the mask. humming, you tuck a strand of his hair back under the hair—band. “don’t be a baby.”

he squeezes your waist in return, making you jump a little. oscar smirks, loving the reactions he can so easily pull from you. his gaze softens lovingly up at you, watching your lip pull between your teeth in concentration, finishing the last streak of the pink cream on his nose.

“there! smile,” you grin, reaching for your phone. you swipe to the camera, leaning back so you can get oscar’s pout in the shot. smiling down at the picture, quickly setting it as your new lockscreen, you look back to the real boy in front of you.

“so cute,” you muse, hands resting on his chest. oscar rolls his eyes, but sits up to pull you closer anyway.

“not as cute as you,” he smirks, swiftly kissing the tip of your nose. your face scrunches as you feel the rose face mask smear against your skin, unable to escape the attack when his arms tighten around you.

“what?” oscar blinks innocently. “now we’re matching.”

#🌙 ﹐ drabbles.#oscar darling #he’s so bf coded #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 instagram au #formula 1 drabble #oscar piastri drabble #oscar piastri #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader

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forzaf1 · 8 months

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☆彡[McLaren Boys Lockscreen]

Trying out a new style!

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Feel free to send requests for drivers/teams <33

#mclaren #mclaren f1 lockscreen #mclaren lockscreen #lando norris #landonorris #lando norris lockscreen #lando norris lockscreens #oscar piastri #oscarpiastri #oscar piastri lockscreen #oscar piastri lockscreens #ln4 #op81 #formula 1 lockscreen #formula 1 lockscreens #formula 1 #f1 lockscreen #f1 lockscreens #f1

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lepetitpiastri · 7 months

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london's calling [op81]

summary: your relationship with oscar comes to an end

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

wc: 700+

warnings: breakup, sad reader and sad oscar,

notes: please give the song 'london's calling' by tyne-james organ a listen while you read!! i got inspired to write a lil song fic for oscar about it soo pls enjoy!

Baby, stop

And look at what you've done to me

Baby, stop

I feel you more when I can't sleep

It's burning a hole in the ground

It brings me down

You and Oscar were never meant to be. As hard as you both tried to make it work, the relationship had finally come to an end.

It was a messy breakup. Not one that ended in anger and hate, but one where tears were shed from both sides. The kind that had your heart hurting, with a deep longing pain that made you clutch your chest as you lay awake at night. Your bed had never felt so empty, devoid of the warmth that Oscar always brought. You realized that you avoided his side where his scent still lingered, his cologne, race leathers and mint. You avoided the part where the mattress dips in, moulded to fit his body. It could never fit you the way you wished it would. You sobbed unconsciously and held yourself tighter as the tears fell again.

Baby, stop

You're heading home and it's not fair

Baby, stop

I couldn't tell you I still care

Oscar hovered over your name on his phone. He had thought about calling you countless times that day, but every single time he stopped himself. He knew it would just make things worse. But god he missed you. He missed your voice, your smile, your eyes. The way you comforted him when he doubted himself. He wanted to do the same for you. But now it's too late. He longed to see you, to reassure you that things would be alright. Hold you through the tears and pain, just as he promised you in the beginning.

As he contemplated calling you for the final time that night he figured you must have been in Australia by now. He tried to justify his hesitation in calling by saying that there was a time difference and that you must have been asleep already. He knew he was only lying to himself by saying all these reasons for not calling but he knew better; he knew you would still have been wide awake just as he was, replaying the events of the previous days.

Maybe he was scared of the rejection. Scared to find out that you would decline his call knowing that it would have been the best decision for you. Scared that hearing your voice would cause him to regret everything. To regret his decision of ending things. He had broken your heart and he knew he didn't deserve you anymore.

Don't forget, don't forget

What we shared, we shared

Oscar pondered over his lockscreen getting lost in thought. It was a photo you took together sometime ago. You had sneaked in a picture while he was talking about some silly thing that happened at practice. He knew he must have been talking nonsense but you were listening intently to him that day, the way you always did. You had a smile that brightened up your face. The smile that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Baby, stop

You're leaving for a while, it seems

He wanted to say more, call out to you, take you in his arms and apologize for everything he said and did. Hope that you would forgive him and the both of you could put it in the past. Regret clawed at his heart as his words replayed again and again in his mind. Surely it didn't have to end this way?

No, you had known him better that he knew himself. He might have brought up the idea but you solidified the decision. You told him to focus on his racing career. To devote his energy and strength to this. He didn't realize it but that was what he really wanted. As always you knew better. He couldn't have it all. You had to make him see that in order to reach his dream he would have to give it everything he had. Which meant ultimately, that he had to let you go.

Baby, stop

You know this always was your dream

'I hope for nothing but the best for you.' you said, voice unwavering.

'You know I'll always love you,' the words catching in his throat as you walked away.

You turn, regarding him with a small smile. 'I know Oscar.'

notes: hoo boy, idk why i would write a breakup fic when i adore oscar so much lol

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #op81

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jojojoy1 · 1 year

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Formula one Masterlist

Lando Norris

Lockscreen

Jealous

Midnight

Instagram

Instagram 2

Instagram 3 - dog

Instagram 4 - engaged

Instagram 5 - singer!reader

That damn lip

Camera

Daddy, you won!

Princess of Monaco!reader

My Princess

My Princess part 2

I thought I lost you

Fluff alphabet

Live Love Chaos

Max Verstappen

Periods

Instagram - Senna!reader

Charles Leclerc

Instagram

Artist!reader

Instagram 2

Instagram 3

Breakfast

Wow

Instagram 4 - olympic!skater!reader

Instagram 5 - Baku

My Mozart

Milan

George Russell

10 years in the making

Pierre Gasly

I missed you

Don't be mad

Yuki Tsunoda

Brothers teammate

Carlos Sainz Jr

Naughty

Absolute Perfection

Oscar Piastri

I'm not crying

Who taught you that?

Dream come true

Marry me

P3 to P6

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lhfortyfour · 4 months

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴜʟᴀ 1 ʟᴏᴄᴋꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴꜱ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

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schvmacher47 · 1 month

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venus | oscar piastri (preview)

author's note: enjoy this little preview of my beloved best friends to lovers story, which i am currently uploading on wattpad! i would appreciate it so much if you would give my work a chance and i am 100% sure you'll love kaia as much as i do! feel free to share and also come over to my wattpad to enjoy the full thing. much love xx

6| flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard

I sank further down into the comfy pillows of the sofa, feeling the sleepiness slowly get the better of me even though it wasn’t that late. I was fighting against the urge to close my eyes, trying to keep my head upright. Desperately trying to not let it drop against Oscar’s shoulder, even though it looked so inviting. Instead, I tried to listen and focus on the ongoing conversation between him and his parents – a conversation I had long disengaged from. I let my eyes inspect my surroundings, his mum had a great sense for decorations and home design, until they stopped and lingered at a photo wall. A wall full of memories, Oscar and his sisters when they were still little, Oscar and his first win in a karting series. A photo of Oscar when he won the Formula Renault Eurocup. It was grouped with photos of his Formula 3 and Formula 2 title celebrations. The latter one was one I knew and remembered all too well. My eyes went wide, when I spotted myself on one of those F2 celebration photos. It showed Oscar and me hugging, with the Australian flag draped over my shoulders. A smile crept onto my lips as I remembered that moment, flushed cheeks hurting from smiling too much, hot tears streaming down and burning in my eyes. I felt Oscar’s gaze lingering on me, he must have noticed me staring at the photo for too long. A photo that served as my phone lockscreen for quite some time as well.

When I turned my head away from the wall, his eyes were still on me, a smile on his lips as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

A yawn escaped my lips, when I shifted in my seat, bringing one of my legs up to rest in a more comfortable position. I watched Oscar with a faint smile on my lips, as he got lost in the conversation with his parents again, explaining something racing related. He was gesticulating wildly with his hands, emphasising how different parts affected his last races. He was oscribing. I listened contently, but soon got distracted by something warm at my feet. Rosie, one of the Piastri family dogs and Nicole’s emotional support for race weekends, was looking up at me with big eyes, tail joyfully thumping down on the floor. I reached down, picking her up and placing her on my lap. As Rosie settled into my lap and made herself comfortable, I absentmindedly started scratching behind her ears, earning appreciative little sighs from her. I continued to listen to the ongoing conversation, his gestures and explanations captivating me, feeling the pride wash over me.

My eyelids grew a lot heavier, and not even the animated conversation could keep me fully engaged. In my lap, even Rosie seemed to have lost her fight to stay awake, her little sighs had become a lot more irregular, her breathing became slow and rhythmic. She had fallen asleep, securely nestled on my lap. As I continued to softly rake my fingers through her white fur, I gave in and finally allowed my head to tilt to the side, letting it rest on Oscar’s shoulder. He immediately adjusted his position, making it more comfortable for me, as he slung his arm around my body. I automatically snuggled up further into his side, closing my eyes for a moment, as I listened to his heartbeat. His left hand rested on my shoulder, fingers tracing random, soothing patterns over my shirt, before they tangled up in my hair. I let out a content sigh, it was barely audible, as I got lost in the sweet sensations of his fingers playing with my hair. His steady heartbeat provided a comforting backdrop to my drifting thoughts, the conversations long forgotten. I forced myself to open my eyes again, I didn’t want to fall asleep just yet. I glanced up at him, his side profile was illuminated by the soft, warm glow of the standing lamps next to the sofa. I couldn’t help but smile at the subtle expressions and the way his eyes lit up when he got to share his racing experiences.

I didn’t catch when the conversation changed topic, but I found myself listening to Oscar as he talked about our adventurous Melbourne experience and our trip to the kart track.

»What do you think Kaia?«, Nicole asked and brought me fully back to reality.

»Hm, what?«, I asked back, even though I knew what she was talking about. I simply needed a moment to compose myself, trying to change position, but Oscar’s arm around my shoulders made it impossible. I sighed, accepting my fate and Oscar’s warm presence, even though his parents, especially Nicole, were very much watching.

»How do you like Australia so far?«, she clarified her question from before, a loving smile on her lips as she looked over at me, in Oscar’s arms and Rosie on my lap.

»Well, I haven’t spotted any deadly spiders…yet! So I guess that’s positive….«, I grinned, internally hoping to not come across one during my stay.

»Don't jinx it now, Kaia. You’re gonna wake up to a Red Back on your pillow.«, Oscar joked, a laugh escaping his lips.

»I hope not. If I do, I’m going to board the next flight back to safety.«, I grumbled, definitely not too keen on an encounter that involved big, thick-legged, hairy spiders that were most likely very venomous. »But on a serious note, Australia has been truly amazing so far, even though your English can be weird at times.«, I chuckled. »But no, I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world.«

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emilyyjpg · 10 months

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★彡[ꜰᴏʀᴍᴜʟᴀ 1 ʟᴏᴄᴋꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴꜱ]彡★

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