J .ᐟ she/her, 20, college student .ᐟ
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I mainly write for ln4, op81, ob87, cl16 .ᐟ I write mostly smaus .ᐟ I don’t write smut .ᐟ
masterlist .ᐟ ──★ ˙🐞 ̟ !!
Xuebing Du
One Nice Bug Per Day
Sweet Seals For You, Always

tannertan36
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kaledo Art
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Andulka
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
trying on a metaphor
Jules of Nature

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Show & Tell
YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
occasionally subtle

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

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J .ᐟ she/her, 20, college student .ᐟ
requests are closed .ᐟ talk to me or leave a request .ᐟ
I mainly write for ln4, op81, ob87, cl16 .ᐟ I write mostly smaus .ᐟ I don’t write smut .ᐟ
masterlist .ᐟ ──★ ˙🐞 ̟ !!
No one probably cares but the new Harry Styles has actually changed my life. I love it and him so much.
Back to f1, BRO THE FUCKING MERCEDES?!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?
I haven’t been on here in a minute whew
This is crazy to me omg. Thank you so so so much!
Erase me | OP81
Pairing: Oscar Piastri x singer!reader
Summary: It’s been months since you and Oscar split yet he still plagues your life in more ways than one. No matter how you try you can’t get him out of your mind and you can’t help but hope you plague his too.
A/N: This is inspired by erase me by Lizzy McAlpine. I adore this song more than life and have been wanting to write something based on it for weeks. This is a mix of smau and a fic cause it’s easier that way (I’m lazy). Sorry if this feels rushed I was trying to finish it before I lost interest. Anywho I hope you enjoy it and feel free to tell me what you think.
──★ ˙🐞 ̟ !!
yourusername
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yourusername you’re all I’ll ever write about
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oscarpiastri the best honor that could even be bestowed on me
yourusername it truly is an gift to have songs written about you especially ones written by me
oscarpiastri and I’ve always said that!
yourusername stop stealing my lingo
oscarpiastri stop stealing my clothes
yourusername you got me there Piastri
oscarpiastri checkmate
yourbestfriend I’d be a better muse
oscarpiastri the certified platinum hit single would say otherwise
yourbestfriend ooo that sounded really bratty
oscarpiastri I’ve been trained well
user4 they’re my parents they just don’t know it yet
user3 they’re my partners they just don’t know it yet
user4 you’re sooo
user2 I’m back here again
user1 I miss them so much
user3 stalking old posts to feel something…
user4 can’t even judge you cause same
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri nose scrunch
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yourusername we have to work on you’re posting skills babe. where’s the aesthetic?
oscarpiastri your pretty face is the aesthetic
yourusername you’re the sweetest but no, we are working on this before bed, okay?
oscarpiastri do I even I choice
yourusername never but it’s not like you’d say no to me
oscarpiastri you’re right I’m exactly where I want to be
lando yourusername should work on his captions too while you’re at it
yourusername I like them! They have a subtle charm like him
oscarpiastri thank you
lando don’t flirt in my replies
oscarpiastri ??
yourusername !!
user3 they will come back to me one day I just know it
user4 I see you haven’t seen the new f1gossip post…
user3 WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
f1gossip
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f1gossip Oscar Piastri was spotted with a girl for the first time since his break up with singer songwriter Y/N L/N. It seems the driver has fully moved on from his ex girlfriend of two years.
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user81 check on your ynoscar friends TODAY
user58 this feels illegal
user1 I request silence at this difficult time
user2 I’m going to need to take the day off to process this information
user4 prayers for when moot floods these comments
user3 NO NO NO NO
user3 oscarpiastri STOP THIS MADNESS
user3 yourusername LOOK AWAY IT’S AI
user3 lando TELL HIM TO STOP PLAYING
user3 aussiegrit REF DO SOMETHING
user3 zakbrown THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT
—
The buzzing of your phone encouraged the pounding of your headache, making it impossible to fall asleep. In a futile attempt you face info your pillow, subconsciously, searching for his familiar grounding scent, but instead you’re hit with a different aftershave, cheap and wrong, knocking you fully awake. You roll to your side with a groan, yawning as the taste of rum floods your mouth again.
You reach for your phone with much effort, blinking hard as you try to see through the haze hanging from your eyes. Finally in your hand, you fall back on your back and glance at the body beside you. It may be the headache or the lack of genuine care but you can’t seem to remember his name. You try. You really do but nothing comes up. You briefly contemplate waking him up and going through the awkward dance of kicking him out when your phone buzzing again.
You wipe your eyes and unlock the screen, unaware of the flood coming your way.
The words almost drowning you out.
Oscar Piastri.
New Girl.
Moved on.
Ex girlfriend.
The tight feeling you’ve grown far too used to surrounded your chest as you checked every instagram post and any tweet. Your fingers shaking, head throbbing in protest as the sound of your nails tapping against the screen fills the room as you zoom in on the same two pictures over and over again, like an extremely parasocial fan. Like someone who’s never had access to him and never will.
He looks happy. The kind of happy that you wished was still reserved for you. Or maybe that’s the anxiety talking, considering you can’t actually see his face.
But still, it feels like he’s happy. Like he’s moved on. Like he did what you couldn’t. Like he’s forgotten you.
Only one tap stood between you and finding who this girl is and all the comparisons that would follow but instead you settled for the less painful, yet equally disruptive option. You text your best friend, something vague about partying, toss your phone aside and lean over to kiss the neck of the person lying next to you.
—
yourusername
♫ · Escapism - RAYE ft 070 Shake
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yourusername at least it’s the Prada two piece that I’m tripping in
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yourbestfriend I almost choked on my drink
sabrinacarpenter unreal
raye gorgeous girl
user2 I’m shaking
user1 imagine fumbling a baddie
user3 even her beauty isn’t enough to distract me from that post.
user4 the song choice. we are in hell
—
Texts between Oscar and Lando
—
Your feet were already throbbing by the time you got home. You toss your heels off as soon as door clicks shut behind you. Shrugging your jacket off, you pause, starring down at the shoes, fighting the urge to line them up neatly by the door, just the way he liked it. One of the many habits you’ve trying to unlearn.
But instead, you force yourself to walk past them. It’s not like he was going to be coming in after you.
Rubbing your temple, you make your way straight to the kitchen, tossing your keys on the counter harder than necessary, before opening the fridge in search for food. You spot leftover pasta from your meeting with your manager, the one where she asked about your progress on the new song, and just like always, you had nothing. Just excuses that were soon no longer going to cut it.
You slam the fridge shut, ignoring the sound of a couple of magnets falling to the floor and shove the container into the microwave.
Crossing your kitchen, the same magnet you tried to ignore, pierces underneath your foot like an annoying Lego.
“Fuck.”
You bend down, picking it up in irritation, only to freeze when you realize it’s the same magnet you’ve been trying to get rid of for weeks. A gift from a fan. A Jellycat looking croissant wearing a McLaren hat.
The memory is still fresh in your mind as you rub your finger against the magnet. Spa. A track you’d grown to love almost as much as he did. He’d won the sprint and secured pole for the race the next day. You were walking hand in hand out of the paddock, when a group of fans stopped you. One of them handed it to you, smiling as they said they knew how much you liked collecting magnets from everywhere you visited. They said it was for the both of you.
So of course, you and Oscar playfully argued about whose place it should live at. And as usual, you won. It never took much convincing for him to let you.
You sigh to yourself as you make your way to the living room, magnet still in hand as you look through your contact list. You know you shouldn’t. You know better. It was a bad idea. You’d gone a whole week without it. Well, almost. You did call him twice at the club before your best friend took your phone and made you promise not to.
You bite down on your lower lip, thumb hovering over his name. Would he answer? Is he awake or asleep? Where even in the world is he right now? What if he’s with her?
The microwave beeps suddenly, loud, making you flinch and your thumb slips.
“Shit”, you breathe, panic surging through you as the phone rings. You almost throw it across the room. Instead, it lands in the couch cushion next to you, still ringing.
You stare at it. Heart pounding. Equal parts scared and hopeful. Then the ringing stops. So does your heart. Your anxiety sinks to your stomach. It feels awful but at least it’s over. At least you don’t have to hear him. You stand quietly, shoulders slumped with wounded pride, and make your way to the kitchen to grab your food.
“Hello?”
You whip around so fast you nearly drop your food. You’re convinced you’re hearing things until he says your name. You set your good on the counter and cross the room so fast, you feel dizzy as you press the phone against your ear.
“Oscar?” You barely breathe out.
“Yes?”
Your heart kicks violently against your ribs.
“… are you okay?” His voice is low, rough around the edges like you jolted him from sleep.
“Uh yes!” The words come out too high. You wince and try again, forcing yourself to calm down. “Yes… I’m okay.”
A beat of silence. You can almost hear him thinking.
“You’re drunk.”
“No, I’m not,” you say defensively.
“Yes you are.” His voice stays even. “Is that why you called earlier? You were out.”
Silence. Your jaw tightens. He exhales slowly. Not angry. Disappointed. And somehow that makes it worse.
“Have you eaten?”
You stiffen. “Why do you care?”
“If you haven’t, please do?”
“Why do you care?” Your voice wavers. “I’m not your problem anymore.”
“You were never my problem,” he says quietly. “You know that. Just… eat something.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“I know.”
He sounds so calm. Unbothered. And it fuels something sharp and ugly in you.
“Get angry,” you snap. “Argue back. Yell”
“Why did you call, Y/N?”
“I don’t know, Oscar,” you laugh bitterly. “To hear you scream? It’s just… you never got angry when everything went down. And fuck, I hated it. I hate it!”
“What would be getting angry do?”
“I don’t know,” you pace now, hand running through your hair. “Show you care. Show you still think of me.”
“Y/N…”
“Do you even still think of me?” The words stumble out. “Or am I fading? Because right now I feel like I’m in a car out of control, waiting to crash because I can’t let go. And, you seem fine. Happy, even. And I hate it.”
“What do you want from me?” His voice tightens slightly. “You want me to be sad?”
“No. No, of course not” you say quickly. “I want you to miss me. To wonder. Wonder if you’re fading in my mind too. If I’m out every other night trying to erase you. I want… I want—“ You stop yourself before the word could get out. “Fuck, forget it.”
“What? No” He says quickly.
“Just forget it,” you mutter. “I’m just trying to get a rise of you. I’ve said too much.” Your voice drops. “If I call again… don’t answer me, okay?
“Y/n stop. Don’t hang up on me.”
“Bye, Osc.”
You hang up before he could say anything else. Only then do you notice the tears running down your face. You wipe them away sadly, tossing your phone aside, and head back toward the kitchen. You stoop at your door. Slowly, you line up your shoes neatly against the door.
Just the way he liked them.
—
Texts between you and your best friend
f1gossip
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f1gossip Oscar Piastri, Zhou Guanyu and Lando Norris have been spotted at former F1 driver, Logan Sargeant’s birthday party. Y/N L/N was also spotted at the party. The singer songwriter however was seen leaving the party early and in a rush. Many are speculating this was due to seeing her ex, Oscar Piastri, at the party with someone else.
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user81 unfortunately it’s that’s time of day were you check on your ynoscar friends
user7 “it’s never over!!” I scream as they drag me to the psych ward
user1 I just want them both to be happy
user2 and if they could be happy together that would be amazing
user4 I think it’s time for me to go on a sabbatical
user3 what??
user4 see you in a couple of months
user3 ???
1- Texts between Oscar and Lando
2- Texts between you and your best friend
3- texts between you and your producer
yourusername
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yourusername a girl who is going to be okay (back in the studio)
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yourproducer it’s good to be back
tatemcrae we’re so back
conangray you know who to call for backup vocals
yourbestfriend everything is going according to plan
user2 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??
user1 NEW MUSIC
user2 about Oscar?
user1 oh!
user3 OMG FINALLY I NEED IT TO BE AS GUTWRENCHING AS POSSIBLE
user4 what happened to you sabbatical
user3 don’t even joke lad
—
A month later…
yourusername
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yourusername this might just be my favorite song I’ve written yet. Thank you all for being so patient with me through this drought, I always want to give you my best. And my best is almost always written at 1 am with yourproduser and a wave of emotions. Thanks to Jacob for answering my call like a bat signal, you truly saved the day. Happy listening, I hope this one gets you to feel things.
Erase me ft jacobcollier is out now <3
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jacobcollier it was my pleasure
oliviarodrigo this is amazing, you’re amazing
yourbestfriend I’m so proud of you
user38 we’re so back!
user4 oh she wasn’t kidding when she said he’s all she’ll ever write about
randomuser Lando in the likes… does that mean Oscar’s heard it…
user81 YOU ALREADY KNOW THE DRILL CHECK ON US! CHECK ON ME
user1 the lyrics?!?! we should all die
user2 someone check on Oscar now
user3 OH MY GOD?!?? I might actually need to take a sabbatical. This is insane
user4 im sobbing. Take me with you
Texts between Oscar and Lando
Texts between you and Oscar
—
A month later…
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri yes, I’ve heard the song and yes, I immediately went and got my girl back. Now please stop harassing me in my dms.
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logansargeant when you think about it, this is all thanks to me and my party
oscarpiastri well no!
yourusername in some way he’s kinda right
oscarpiastri don’t encourage him
yourbestfriend treat her right Piastri
oscarpiastri I promise I will
lando my parlay just hit!
oscarpiastri ok!
user1 I NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY IN MY LIFE
user2 IM SO GEEKED
user81 your ynoscar friends are finally okay 😭
user3 thank goodness I never took that sabbatical. this is all I needed
user4 you wouldn’t have survived anyway
user3 true but let me live in delusional
user4 I know what I’m thankful for this year
yourusername
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yourusername forget everything I said in erase me. still stream it though, I need to help Oscar pay his rent in Monaco.
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oscarpiastri why does everyone think I can’t afford to live in Monaco
yourusername it’s a bit baby. get with it
lando the song isn’t even that good
yourusername says the guy who cried the first time he heard it. wimp
lando oscarpiastri you weren’t supposed to tell her!
oscarpiastri I made no promises. wimp!
oscarpiastri your gonna have to write a song about how obsessed you are with me now, to erase the memory of this one
yourusername I see what you did there but no
yourusername also I’m not obsessed with you
oscarpiastri worth a shot. your song book says otherwise
yourusername touché. maybe I am
oscarpiastri I’d say same. I love you
yourusername I love you too
made me text my ex, wish i was joking
Oh that’s not 😭😭 did it at least go well??
who is the fc for erase me!!
Lexi jayde!
Erase me | OP81
Pairing: Oscar Piastri x singer!reader
Summary: It’s been months since you and Oscar split yet he still plagues your life in more ways than one. No matter how you try you can’t get him out of your mind and you can’t help but hope you plague his too.
A/N: This is inspired by erase me by Lizzy McAlpine. I adore this song more than life and have been wanting to write something based on it for weeks. This is a mix of smau and a fic cause it’s easier that way (I’m lazy). Sorry if this feels rushed I was trying to finish it before I lost interest. Anywho I hope you enjoy it and feel free to tell me what you think.
──★ ˙🐞 ̟ !!
yourusername
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yourusername you’re all I’ll ever write about
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oscarpiastri the best honor that could even be bestowed on me
yourusername it truly is an gift to have songs written about you especially ones written by me
oscarpiastri and I’ve always said that!
yourusername stop stealing my lingo
oscarpiastri stop stealing my clothes
yourusername you got me there Piastri
oscarpiastri checkmate
yourbestfriend I’d be a better muse
oscarpiastri the certified platinum hit single would say otherwise
yourbestfriend ooo that sounded really bratty
oscarpiastri I’ve been trained well
user4 they’re my parents they just don’t know it yet
user3 they’re my partners they just don’t know it yet
user4 you’re sooo
user2 I’m back here again
user1 I miss them so much
user3 stalking old posts to feel something…
user4 can’t even judge you cause same
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri nose scrunch
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yourusername we have to work on your posting skills babe. where’s the aesthetic?
oscarpiastri your pretty face is the aesthetic
yourusername you’re the sweetest but no, we are working on this before bed, okay?
oscarpiastri do I even I choice
yourusername never but it’s not like you’d say no to me
oscarpiastri you’re right I’m exactly where I want to be
lando yourusername should work on his captions too while you’re at it
yourusername I like them! They have a subtle charm like him
oscarpiastri thank you
lando don’t flirt in my replies
oscarpiastri ??
yourusername !!
user3 they will come back to me one day I just know it
user4 I see you haven’t seen the new f1gossip post…
user3 WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
f1gossip
liked by randomuser, user67, and 645,926 others
f1gossip Oscar Piastri was spotted with a girl for the first time since his break up with singer songwriter Y/N L/N. It seems the driver has fully moved on from his ex girlfriend of two years.
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user81 check on your ynoscar friends TODAY
user58 this feels illegal
user1 I request silence at this difficult time
user2 I’m going to need to take the day off to process this information
user4 prayers for when moot floods these comments
user3 NO NO NO NO
user3 oscarpiastri STOP THIS MADNESS
user3 yourusername LOOK AWAY IT’S AI
user3 lando TELL HIM TO STOP PLAYING
user3 aussiegrit REF DO SOMETHING
user3 zakbrown THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT
—
The buzzing of your phone encouraged the pounding of your headache, making it impossible to fall asleep. In a futile attempt you face info your pillow, subconsciously, searching for his familiar grounding scent, but instead you’re hit with a different aftershave, cheap and wrong, knocking you fully awake. You roll to your side with a groan, yawning as the taste of rum floods your mouth again.
You reach for your phone with much effort, blinking hard as you try to see through the haze hanging from your eyes. Finally in your hand, you fall back on your back and glance at the body beside you. It may be the headache or the lack of genuine care but you can’t seem to remember his name. You try. You really do but nothing comes up. You briefly contemplate waking him up and going through the awkward dance of kicking him out when your phone buzzing again.
You wipe your eyes and unlock the screen, unaware of the flood coming your way.
The words almost drowning you out.
Oscar Piastri.
New Girl.
Moved on.
Ex girlfriend.
The tight feeling you’ve grown far too used to surrounded your chest as you checked every instagram post and any tweet. Your fingers shaking, head throbbing in protest as the sound of your nails tapping against the screen fills the room as you zoom in on the same two pictures over and over again, like an extremely parasocial fan. Like someone who’s never had access to him and never will.
He looks happy. The kind of happy that you wished was still reserved for you. Or maybe that’s the anxiety talking, considering you can’t actually see his face.
But still, it feels like he’s happy. Like he’s moved on. Like he did what you couldn’t. Like he’s forgotten you.
Only one tap stood between you and finding who this girl is and all the comparisons that would follow but instead you settled for the less painful, yet equally disruptive option. You text your best friend, something vague about partying, toss your phone aside and lean over to kiss the neck of the person lying next to you.
—
yourusername
♫ · Escapism - RAYE ft 070 Shake
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yourusername at least it’s the Prada two piece that I’m tripping in
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yourbestfriend I almost choked on my drink
sabrinacarpenter unreal
raye gorgeous girl
user2 I’m shaking
user1 imagine fumbling a baddie
user3 even her beauty isn’t enough to distract me from that post.
user4 the song choice. we are in hell
—
Texts between Oscar and Lando
—
Your feet were already throbbing by the time you got home. You toss your heels off as soon as door clicks shut behind you. Shrugging your jacket off, you pause, starring down at the shoes, fighting the urge to line them up neatly by the door, just the way he liked it. One of the many habits you’ve trying to unlearn.
But instead, you force yourself to walk past them. It’s not like he was going to be coming in after you.
Rubbing your temple, you make your way straight to the kitchen, tossing your keys on the counter harder than necessary, before opening the fridge in search for food. You spot leftover pasta from your meeting with your manager, the one where she asked about your progress on the new song, and just like always, you had nothing. Just excuses that were soon no longer going to cut it.
You slam the fridge shut, ignoring the sound of a couple of magnets falling to the floor and shove the container into the microwave.
Crossing your kitchen, the same magnet you tried to ignore, pierces underneath your foot like an annoying Lego.
“Fuck.”
You bend down, picking it up in irritation, only to freeze when you realize it’s the same magnet you’ve been trying to get rid of for weeks. A gift from a fan. A Jellycat looking croissant wearing a McLaren hat.
The memory is still fresh in your mind as you rub your finger against the magnet. Spa. A track you’d grown to love almost as much as he did. He’d won the sprint and secured pole for the race the next day. You were walking hand in hand out of the paddock, when a group of fans stopped you. One of them handed it to you, smiling as they said they knew how much you liked collecting magnets from everywhere you visited. They said it was for the both of you.
So of course, you and Oscar playfully argued about whose place it should live at. And as usual, you won. It never took much convincing for him to let you.
You sigh to yourself as you make your way to the living room, magnet still in hand as you look through your contact list. You know you shouldn’t. You know better. It was a bad idea. You’d gone a whole week without it. Well, almost. You did call him twice at the club before your best friend took your phone and made you promise not to.
You bite down on your lower lip, thumb hovering over his name. Would he answer? Is he awake or asleep? Where even in the world is he right now? What if he’s with her?
The microwave beeps suddenly, loud, making you flinch and your thumb slips.
“Shit”, you breathe, panic surging through you as the phone rings. You almost throw it across the room. Instead, it lands in the couch cushion next to you, still ringing.
You stare at it. Heart pounding. Equal parts scared and hopeful. Then the ringing stops. So does your heart. Your anxiety sinks to your stomach. It feels awful but at least it’s over. At least you don’t have to hear him. You stand quietly, shoulders slumped with wounded pride, and make your way to the kitchen to grab your food.
“Hello?”
You whip around so fast you nearly drop your food. You’re convinced you’re hearing things until he says your name. You set your good on the counter and cross the room so fast, you feel dizzy as you press the phone against your ear.
“Oscar?” You barely breathe out.
“Yes?”
Your heart kicks violently against your ribs.
“… are you okay?” His voice is low, rough around the edges like you jolted him from sleep.
“Uh yes!” The words come out too high. You wince and try again, forcing yourself to calm down. “Yes… I’m okay.”
A beat of silence. You can almost hear him thinking.
“You’re drunk.”
“No, I’m not,” you say defensively.
“Yes you are.” His voice stays even. “Is that why you called earlier? You were out.”
Silence. Your jaw tightens. He exhales slowly. Not angry. Disappointed. And somehow that makes it worse.
“Have you eaten?”
You stiffen. “Why do you care?”
“If you haven’t, please do?”
“Why do you care?” Your voice wavers. “I’m not your problem anymore.”
“You were never my problem,” he says quietly. “You know that. Just… eat something.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“I know.”
He sounds so calm. Unbothered. And it fuels something sharp and ugly in you.
“Get angry,” you snap. “Argue back. Yell”
“Why did you call, Y/N?”
“I don’t know, Oscar,” you laugh bitterly. “To hear you scream? It’s just… you never got angry when everything went down. And fuck, I hated it. I hate it!”
“What would be getting angry do?”
“I don’t know,” you pace now, hand running through your hair. “Show you care. Show you still think of me.”
“Y/N…”
“Do you even still think of me?” The words stumble out. “Or am I fading? Because right now I feel like I’m in a car out of control, waiting to crash because I can’t let go. And, you seem fine. Happy, even. And I hate it.”
“What do you want from me?” His voice tightens slightly. “You want me to be sad?”
“No. No, of course not” you say quickly. “I want you to miss me. To wonder. Wonder if you’re fading in my mind too. If I’m out every other night trying to erase you. I want… I want—“ You stop yourself before the word could get out. “Fuck, forget it.”
“What? No” He says quickly.
“Just forget it,” you mutter. “I’m just trying to get a rise of you. I’ve said too much.” Your voice drops. “If I call again… don’t answer me, okay?
“Y/n stop. Don’t hang up on me.”
“Bye, Osc.”
You hang up before he could say anything else. Only then do you notice the tears running down your face. You wipe them away sadly, tossing your phone aside, and head back toward the kitchen. You stoop at your door. Slowly, you line up your shoes neatly against the door.
Just the way he liked them.
—
Texts between you and your best friend
f1gossip
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f1gossip Oscar Piastri, Zhou Guanyu and Lando Norris have been spotted at former F1 driver, Logan Sargeant’s birthday party. Y/N L/N was also spotted at the party. The singer songwriter however was seen leaving the party early and in a rush. Many are speculating this was due to seeing her ex, Oscar Piastri, at the party with someone else.
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user81 unfortunately it’s that’s time of day were you check on your ynoscar friends
user7 “it’s never over!!” I scream as they drag me to the psych ward
user1 I just want them both to be happy
user2 and if they could be happy together that would be amazing
user3 I think it’s time for me to go on a sabbatical
user4 what??
user3 see you in a couple of months
user4 ???
1- Texts between Oscar and Lando
2- Texts between you and your best friend
3- texts between you and your producer
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yourusername a girl who is going to be okay (back in the studio)
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yourproducer it’s good to be back
tatemcrae we’re so back
conangray you know who to call for backup vocals
yourbestfriend everything is going according to plan
user2 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??
user1 NEW MUSIC
user2 about Oscar?
user1 oh!
user3 OMG FINALLY I NEED IT TO BE AS GUTWRENCHING AS POSSIBLE
user4 what happened to you sabbatical
user3 don’t even joke lad
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A month later…
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yourusername this might just be my favorite song I’ve written yet. Thank you all for being so patient with me through this drought, I always want to give you my best. And my best is almost always written at 1 am with yourproduser and a wave of emotions. Thanks to Jacob for answering my call like a bat signal, you truly saved the day. Happy listening, I hope this one gets you to feel things.
Erase me ft jacobcollier is out now <3
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jacobcollier it was my pleasure
oliviarodrigo this is amazing, you’re amazing
yourbestfriend I’m so proud of you
user38 we’re so back!
user4 oh she wasn’t kidding when she said he’s all she’ll ever write about
randomuser Lando in the likes… does that mean Oscar’s heard it…
user81 YOU ALREADY KNOW THE DRILL CHECK ON US! CHECK ON ME
user1 the lyrics?!?! we should all die
user2 someone check on Oscar now
user3 OH MY GOD?!?? I might actually need to take a sabbatical. This is insane
user4 im sobbing. Take me with you
Texts between Oscar and Lando
Texts between you and Oscar
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A month later…
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri yes, I’ve heard the song and yes, I immediately went and got my girl back. Now please stop harassing me in my dms.
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logansargeant when you think about it, this is all thanks to me and my party
oscarpiastri well no!
yourusername in some way he’s kinda right
oscarpiastri don’t encourage him
yourbestfriend treat her right Piastri
oscarpiastri I promise I will
lando my parlay just hit!
oscarpiastri ok!
user1 I NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY IN MY LIFE
user2 IM SO GEEKED
user81 your ynoscar friends are finally okay 😭
user3 thank goodness I never took that sabbatical. this is all I needed
user4 you wouldn’t have survived anyway
user3 true but let me live in delusion
user4 I know what I’m thankful for this year
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yourusername forget everything I said in erase me. still stream it though, I need to help Oscar pay his rent in Monaco.
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oscarpiastri why does everyone think I can’t afford to live in Monaco
yourusername it’s a bit baby. get with it
lando the song isn’t even that good
yourusername says the guy who cried the first time he heard it. wimp!
lando oscarpiastri you weren’t supposed to tell her!
oscarpiastri I made no promises. wimp!
oscarpiastri your gonna have to write a song about how obsessed you are with me now, to erase the memory of this one
yourusername I see what you did there but no
yourusername also I’m not obsessed with you
oscarpiastri worth a shot. your song book says otherwise
yourusername touché. maybe I am
oscarpiastri I’d say same. I love you
yourusername I love you too
Finally done with semester! I kinda need to forget the semester as soon as possible so I will be forcing myself to write. Hopefully it’s good. I’m kinda not fully over the end of the f1 season so I might need to push out like one Oscar fic before continuing my Lando project. Excited nonetheless though
Oh ok! Unfortunately I have nothing to say. It really wasn’t a good run but I’ll be back next year cause I’m in too deep!
The urge to start a new fic/smau, instead of writing The Art of Appearances… but I should also be studying. what do do, what to do
Sip and Spill | OP81
Pairing: Oscar Piastri x student!reader
Summary: After experiencing what might be the worst possible day of your life, all you want to do is forget about it, especially the guy who spilt his coffee on you. But Oscar, battling guilt and intrigue, goes out of his way to make you forgive him.
A/N: I’ve been thinking about writing this for a week but I had a exam that was keeping me from writing it. I’m trying to add a bit more writing parts to it to give a bit more of a feel of the characters but I’m not sure how much I like that yet. Hopefully this is as fun as I imagined it to be! Feel free to tell me what you think! Oh and thank you so much for 100 followers!!
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yourusername trying my hardest (failing) to romanticize this day from hell but at least I have my coffee!
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yourbestfriend my baby looks so sad
yourusername don’t let the puppy eyes fool you he literally wrestled with me when I was drying him up
yourbestfriend bear can never do wrong in my eyes
yourusername taking away your godmother privileges
yourbestfriend by the time you get home we will be long gone
friend1 bro is that my sweater?
yourusername no! It’s my sweater which you kept for months until I came over and took it myself
friend1 hmm not how I remember it but sure!
friend2 you’re so fall in this spring ✨
yourusername whatever that means!
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To say you were having a bad day would be an understatement. You woke up bright and early at 6 am, like you always did, to get in your morning walk with Bear, your dog. Even though you double checked your weather app twice before leaving, your walk was ruined by rain, to the detriment of both you and Bear. You spent an extra fifteen minutes warming him up and cleaning both his paws and your shoes.
After a necessary but icky shower, you ended up burning your toast and had to settle for an apple, terrified of missing the bus. It took you lacing up your shoes to realize your socks were mismatched. On the walk to the bus stop, you convinced yourself it was trendy while narrowly missing the splash from a car driving through a puddle. A ten minute wait turned into thirty, and the bus driver spent half of it arguing with an old man over the fare.
By the time you raced up the stairs to your 8 am lab, tripping halfway with red palms to prove it, you had a vendetta against the world. The three hour lab dragged forever, probably because one of your lab partners spent most of it asking why “no girls would go out with me”. At that point, you were hoping the world would take you and him out together.
Now, finally, you sit in your favorite seat at your favorite cafe, flipping through your notebook and trying to make sense of the material for your upcoming exam. The buzz of your phone snaps you back to reality, reminding you that you’ve overstayed your allotted break. You have ten minutes to get back to campus.
You jump to your feet, slinging your bag over your shoulder and clutching your folded notebook to your chest, not even bothering to put it away. You move past people, silently wondering why it’s so packed today. You’re almost out the door when you’re met with the broad back of a man.
You step to the right in an attempt to squeeze past him, only for him to move the same way.
Not in the mood for whatever this was about to become, you clear your throat. “Excuse me.”
Thinking that was enough, you try again to move past, but instead, he turns directly into you. His coffee cup crumples in collision, spilling all over you. You stare down in both disbelief and disgust, barely registering the multiple “I’m sorry”s being thrown at you.
You’re drenched.
Your sweater.
Your notebook.
Your fucking notebook.
Your eyes snap up to meet the culprit. He looks apologetic but not nearly enough. He’s holding out a bunch of tissues, clearly unsure how to help without crossing a line, mumbling a whole lot of nonsense and looking completely lost. You try your best to stay calm, but when the lukewarm coffee begins seeping into your bra, all reason leaves you.
“…I didn’t expect you to be right there,” he says, reaching out like he might dab the notebook.
“Maybe if you practiced some sort of spatial awareness, we wouldn’t fucking be here!”
His eyebrows shoot up and he blinks. He opens his mouth, then shuts it again, which makes you even more mad. His eyes drop to your notebook, and yours follow. The ink is bleeding through the pages, the edges curling brown and soggy. He swallows hard and looks back at you.
“I really am sorry.”
“That’s not fixing anything, is it?”
“Okay… what can I do to fix this, then? Here— take my jacket.”
He swiftly takes off his jacket and holds it out. His cheeks are slightly red with embarrassment, but his voice remains unwavering and calm. You finally notice the people watching, including your favorite barista, who gives you a small, sympathetic smile and a nod towards the door.
You take a deep breath and look back at him. “Just watch where you’re going.”
You brush past him, your arm grazing the jacket, with the small amount of dignity left in you. Outside, you check your phone. You’re late. Class has already started. You glance toward your usual route to campus, then turn on your heel and head towards the nearest bus stop, the prominent smell of coffee trailing behind you.
What a great fucking day.
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celebritygossip
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celebritygossip Formula One driver, Oscar Piastri was spotted today at a local cafe in Monaco. The driver spilt his coffee on a girl who did not spare him. We wonder if the golden boy will ever be able to show his face in that cafe again.
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user2 that’s me and oomf user1
user1 our fame era
user3 if I was him I’d show up everyday till I find her again
user4 the things you say shldnt surprise me anymore
friend2 you don’t think… yourbestfriend
yourbestfriend omg
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yourbestfriend you’re so hot lemme spill a coffee on you
yourusername I hate you
yourbestfriend I know a guy who’d be into that
yourusername go to hell
friend1 the likes?? get out of my house!!
yourusername mom come pick me up I’m scared
friend2 chugging beers like it’s 1975
yourusername whatever you say honey
user1 omg omg this is the girl!
user2 wait she’s so pretty
user3 Oscar cannot handle all of that
friend2 that’s what I said!
yourusername stop feeding into this!!
friend2 never!
user3 omg hi queens
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oscarpiastri I’m ignoring you because you showed up at my house and poked me till I agreed to go with you for nothing
lando how was I supposed to know she wouldn’t be there? we probably missed her because you wanted to make a stop on the way. so really this is all your fault
oscarpiastri you’re so—
lando amazing. yes i know. we will go again tomorrow
oscarpiastri no
lando yes i will poke you
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You groan for probably the fifth time as you push your textbook across the table in frustration. To your left you see your best friend aggressively highlighting her textbook, bringing your attention back to yours. Fed up with your education, or maybe just life itself, you set your glasses down and dramatically fold your arms, resting your head on the table.
You let out an inaudible murmur, prompting your best friend to stroke your hair. “I know honey, I know,” she says.
It was about five minutes later when the stroking stops and you feel your best friend lean closer to your ear. “I’m either going insane or Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris just walked into the library.
Oscar Piastri.
His name set off alarms in your head, making you almost comically sit up. And surely enough, walking around your local library are two Formula One drivers looking as lost as one of your friends in the frozen meat section of a supermarket. The two men finally spot you two and you subconsciously fix your hair. They’re dressed in hoodies and sweatpants, though Lando’s also wearing a baseball cap.
Your best friend whispers under her breath, “Relax.”
“Act normal,” you shoot back.
“When am I ever not normal?”
You’re about to name one of the many instances when the men arrive at your table. Lando smiles is wide and mischievous smile, while Oscar’s is polite and small. His eyes meet yours.
“Hi.”
“Hi?” You respond.
“Hello!” Your best friend pipes up, causing all three of you to look at her. “I like to be included.”
Lando grin. “Well, hello! I also would love to be included.”
You look at him in confusion, then turn back to Oscar, not exactly sure what to say.
“Hi.” He repeats.
“You said that already, mate.” Lando nudges his arm with his. “Come on, say something smooth.”
“Shut up”, Oscar murmurs.
“Hey, you’re Lando, right? I’m __, and we are going to walk away and let these two do… whatever this is.” Your best friend stands up. You shoot her a panicked glance, silently begging her to stay, but she ignores it, hooking her arm with Lando’s and pulling him away.
“But the romance…” he whines as he reluctantly follows.
You fiddle with one of the rings on your finger, suddenly hyper aware that it’s just you and Oscar now. He plays with the strap of the bag he’s holding. You think of something to say, then it finally hits you.
“What are you doing here? How did you even know I was here?”
He chuckles nervously. “Well about that…”
Oscar explains Lando’s pretty insane idea to visit the cafe every day around the same time in hopes of catching you. Apparently, today they had arrived just as left, so when they saw you walking back to the library, Lando simply followed. The two of them sat in his teammate’s car debating whether this was a terrible idea until Lando finally pestered him enough to come in.
As you listen to him explain himself, you notice his accent and the small constellation of moles spread across his face. You find yourself curiously wanting to trace them. It’s surprising you didn’t notice it when you first met, but then again, you were too pissed to notice anything about him.
You realize he’s stopped speaking. “You know this is insane, right? You basically admitted to stalking me. Why did you even want to find me?”
“To apologize and give you this.” He hands over the shopping bag, placing it gently on the table.
You eye it curiously. “What is it? Coffee beans? Something clever?”
“Uh no. Unless that’s what you would want.” He rubs his arm. “I honestly wasn’t sure what to get, so feel free to send me off with this if it’s not enough.”
You stand up and cautiously take a look into the bag. Your jaw drops. “You got me an iPad?“
“Yes. And the accessories too.”
You set the box down gently and pull out the Apple Pencil and iPad case. You look at him in complete shock. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“No. No, of course not.” He says quickly, his eyes scanning your face to gauge your reaction. “Is it too much? Or too little?”
“Why would you get me this?”
“Well”, he scratches the back of his neck. “I felt— feel—bad about ruining your notes and I knew I couldn’t get that back. Simply replacing the notebook seemed too small, so I thought, why not get you another way to take notes? Do you like it?”
You look at him to the iPad, then back at him. “Yeah… I do. I feel like I should say I can’t accept this, but I really need it, so I’m going to trust that you’re a decent enough guy expect anything in return. So urm… thanks.”
“I promise you I won’t ask for anything. You’re welcome.”
You sit slowly, still staring at the box. “Who would have thought one of the worst days of my life would lead to the guy leading the Formula One championship giving me an iPad?”
Oscar smiles. “Oh, so you know about that, huh?”
“Yeah.” You finally look up at him. “I didn’t know when we first met though, I doubt that would’ve changed anything. But after, the incident caught a bit of traction online, I found out. Did some research. Not to mention, some of your fans found me.
Oscar’s smile faltered slightly. “They didn’t bother you, did they?”
“No, they just mass liked my instagram posts and left a couple comments. Some of them are pretty funny, actually.”
“Good good”, he chuckles. “At least you didn’t go on twitter.”
You perk up, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “Oh I went on twitter.”
Oscar groans, tilting his head back and covering his eyes with his hand. “I don’t even want to ask what you saw.” He moves peaks through his fingers. “What did you see?”
“A lot. Cool fanart, some moving edits, very few thirst traps. I watched a couple of your highlights too. Pretty eye opening, half of the people on there think you’re the second coming of Christ, and the other thinks you’re the literal Antichrist.”
He studies you for a moment, then asks,“What do you think?”
“What do I think?” You pause for dramatic effect. You trail your eyes down his body, trying to make him feel judged but also possibly checking him out. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find the Aussie attractive. “I think you’re the guy who spilled coffee on me.”
He shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Come on, I thought we were past that.”
“I fear we will never get past that, Piastri.”
“Right, of course. This sin will follow me for eternity.”
“Exactly.”
“But really, what do you think?”
You smile cunningly. “I think you’re pretty decent.”
“Decent?” He repeats, almost offended.
“Yeah. I’m assuming you must be good enough to lead the championship. But according to some parts of twitter, you’re just lucky to have a good car.”
He raises an eyebrow. “And that’s what you think?”
“Mhm. Did you want me to say you’re great? Do you think you’re great?”
He looks at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. You notice the way he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek—an action you find weirdly attractive. He crosses his arms.
“Well, I thought I was pretty good,” he says finally. “But I guess I’m decent. Thanks for breaking the news to me.”
“You’re so welcome. I just thought you deserved to know, you know?”
“Of course. Really appreciate it.” He smiles again, his eyes searching your face in a way that makes you feel a little too seen.
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence. It’s his turn to take you in. You feel like you’re under a microscope, his gaze respectful but curious, lingering just long enough to make your pulse quicken. He looks like he’s about to say something when Lando reappears, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, as your best friend sits back down.
“Sorry to ruin on this beautiful moment but we’ve got to go. Pretty sure I just got spotted,” Lando explains.
“Oh.” Oscar’s shoulders deflate slightly, though he still smiles as he looks at you. “I guess we’re leaving.”
You try to ignore the tug in your chest. “Okay. Thanks for the iPad.”
“You’re welcome”, he says softly. “Sorry again about the coffee.”
“Apology accepted. Now you don’t have to go out of your way to see me again.”
“Right.” You’re not sure if your brain is messing with you or if you genuinely heard a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Well, good luck with school.”
“Good luck with… driving.”
He nods awkwardly, avoiding your eyes. You mirror him, settling into silence.
Beside you, your best friend and Lando share a look.
“This is painfully awkward. We are going now. Say bye, Osc,” Lando says.
Oscar meets your eyes. “Bye.”
“Bye,” you reply quietly.
Lando frowns at the lackluster goodbye but waves anyway, steering Oscar out of the library. You watch them leave, a strange sadness washing over you as your gaze drops to the gift on the table.
A few minutes later, in his car, Lando looks at his teammate. “Well, did you get her number?”
Oscar looks defeated. “I don’t even think I asked her name.”
Lando’s jaw drops. “You’re such a lost cause.”
He unlocks his phone, tosses it at Oscar and starts the car. “Luckily for you, I got her friend’s insta, so you could probably find her on there. Unluckily for me, her friend’s gay, but she said she can see my appeal, so that’s a win.”
Oscar completely ignores the last part, scrolling through her friend’s page, searching for a picture of his coffee girl.
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yourusername STOPPPP
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yourusername whatever Ms Olivia Dean said
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lando oscarpiastri please get the hint I’m begging
user1 hello??
user2 Oscar in the likes?? Lando in the comments??
user3 we are casually witnessing the formation of one of the best ships ever
user4 I wouldn’t say all that
yourbestfriend I would
yourusername I’m putting you in timeout
oscarpiastri decent
yourusername rude
oscarpiastri you think you’re great?
yourusername no one laughed, not funny
friend2 she literally giggled
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yourbestfriend posting his back like we all don’t know who he is
yourusername god forbid a girl soft launches
yourbestfriend soft launch?? you’re together already??
yourbestfriend Y/N L/N DO NOT LEAVE ME ON READ
friend1 coffee flavored ice cream?
yourusername literally no
friend2 manifesting more backshots in your life
yourbestfriend I— please stop
lando look at you soft launching I’m so proud
oscarpiastri uh huh
logansargeant a girl?
oscarpiastri yes Logan that is a girl
logansargeant you’re so annoying
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yourusername I’m so sorry will you ever forgive me?
yourbestfriend probably not x
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yourusername I’m shocked
friend2 as am I
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lando whipped!
oscarpiastri true
yourbestfriend stole my best friend and my godson, watch your back Oscar Piastri!
oscarpiastri do you want an iPad too?
yourbestfriend I like you already!
yourusername wow I’m so pretty
oscarpiastri the prettiest
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a few months later…
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yourusername even Gigi hadid was gagged
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yourusername you’re welcome. I love doing things for charity
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oscarpiastri I think you’re great and smell like coffee
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This is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written actually!
The Art of Appearances | LN4
summary: You're the one person celebrities call when their reputations are in shambles. Your job is simple: craft believable narratives, rebuild images, orchestrate flawless PR relationships, and disappear before anyone realizes you were ever there. You've never had a case you couldn't fix, until McLaren called about their golden boy. Lando shows up far too stubborn, far too opposed, and far too interested in the woman trying to reshape his image. Suddenly, what should have been a simple, quiet, and quick case becomes complicated, messy, and dangerously personal.
pairing: Lando Norris x PR Fixer! reader
word count: 8.8k
tags: slow burn, denial, vague references to '25 season, set before '26 season, annoyance to lovers
a/n: hi everyone! This is a project I've been working on for an embarrassingly long amount of time, and I've only finished the first part. This is my first time doing anything like this, so hopefully you enjoy it, and it's not as bad as my mind thinks it is. I'd really appreciate it if you let me know what you think in my inbox and/or comments, so I can make notes moving forward with the other parts. anyways enjoy!
Celebrities are people, and people fuck up. Unfortunately, celebrities don’t get as much grace as regular people do. People would rather “forgive” their best friend for cheating on their partner than forgive a celebrity they don’t even know for the same thing. That’s just how things work. You know that as much. But people are easily swayed, no matter how much they think they aren’t. Sometimes, all it takes is a new haircut, a puppy, or a little time away before popping back up with a lovable new partner. It was an interesting strategy. A strategy you’ve turned into a career.
You wouldn’t call yourself the best, no, but you certainly wouldn’t stop others who saying it. For someone your age, you’ve saved countless reputations, even a marriage. It was simple, your process: keep tabs on trending names, offer a small piece of advice, wait for them to hire you, fix things, and disappear like it never happened. Former clients tend to refer you to their friends, so when your assistant forwards you an email from the McLaren Formula One Team out of the blue, you’re not too surprised.
Was it even out of the blue? Their golden boy has been popping up everywhere for months— his racing, his fuck ups on and off track, his interviews, his mindset, and his relationship with his on and off girlfriend, if you could even call her that. Needless to say, the world has a whole lot to say about Lando Norris.
The ticking of the clock couldn’t be any louder as you sit in the conference room at the McLaren Technology Centre. Your assistant, Maddie, sits to your right, flipping through Lando’s file for the umpteenth time. You sit upright, your gaze flickering between the door and the McLaren CEO and team principal seated across from you. You make eye contact with Zack Brown, who had done most of the talking since your arrival.
“He’s not usually late.”
“Well, I’d hope not. That would be bad for your races, wouldn’t it?” You reply calmly with a polite smile.
Zak lets out a forced chuckle while the team principal darts his eyes from the clock to the ceiling as if saying a prayer. A prayer that’s quickly answered when the door swings open and two men you recognize as Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri walk in. The two pairs share quick words with their bosses as you rose to your feet.
With a couple of steps, you’re standing in front of Lando himself. He looks at you carefully, his gaze flickering down your frame. He offers a charming smile and begins to extend his hand, only for you to move past him. His eyes follow you in confusion as you hug his teammate instead.
“Oscar!”
Oscar smiles, returning the short hug. “Y/N! How are you?”
Lando watches the interaction suspiciously as he takes his seat, eyes flickering between you both.
“I’m doing great, you? Oh… and Lily?”
“We’re both doing well. It’s been so long, you’ve almost lost the accent.”
You laugh, highly aware of the sound of your new client’s fingers tapping against the desk. If anything, it makes you drag the conversation out longer. If there’s one thing you dislike more than waiting on people, it’s being rushed.
“Everyone always says that when I go back home, but honestly, I think I sound the same. You, however, sound a bit British?”
“Well, look at where I spend most of my time.”
“A shake, truly. You know—“
The clearing of a throat stops you mid-sentence. With your most polite smile, you turn to face the culprit, only to be met with an all too innocent look on Lando’s face.
Still smiling sweetly, you say. “Oh, sorry, am I wasting time? I assumed, since it took you an extra ten minutes to arrive, this wasn’t urgent, so I could spend a couple saying hi to a friend. My apologies.” You extend a hand. “Y/N L/N”
His jaw tightens slightly as his gaze sweeps over you again, this time slower and more deliberately. He shakes your hand. “Lando Norris.”
You flash him a quick smile before turning back to Oscar for a fast hug. “This was lovely. We will catch up soon.” Then, glancing at your assistant. “Mads, be a dear and give him my number, will you?”
Heels clicking, you settle back in your seat, give Oscar a wave, and watch him leave before refocusing on the three men across from you. Andrea Stella remains stoic, his expression unreadable, but his eyes carrying a glint of respect. Zak Brown looks more on edge now that his driver was actually present. And there’s Lando.
He sits directly across from you, one arm resting on the table, the other draped over the back of his chair. The straightness of his shoulders betrays the otherwise relaxed posture. His jaw has relaxed, but the faint downturn of his lips says he still wasn’t pleased. The silver McLaren pendant on his chain catches the light against his all black outfit. You wondered if he feels like he’s dressed for his own funeral.
Leaving the necklace, your gaze met his, his eyes dull and steady, almost challenging.
After a glance at your watch, you look at all three men. “We’re fifteen minutes behind, but I usually plan with an extra twenty minutes for concerns.” You turn to Maddie, holding out a hand. “Or, in some cases, lateness.”
Maddie hands you the files. From the corner of your eye, you notice the Lando shift with quiet irritation. You place a file in front of each man.
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
—
“Any questions?”
“You want to put me in a PR relationship?”
You turn your attention to Lando. He had been quiet for most of the meeting, just studying you as if trying to figure out your ‘deal’.
“Yes.” You answered calmly.
“I’m not single.”
“Well, to my knowledge, you have no serious girlfriend. If I’m wrong, please correct me.”
“We aren’t there yet…” he shifted slightly in his seat.
You lock your fingers and take a small breath before explaining yourself carefully. “Respectfully, will you ever get there with her? From what I found, you two have been on and off for a couple of years. Doesn’t seem too serious to me, and certainly not to the internet. She wasn’t even at the championship deciding race last season. Have you even been with her in the last two months? So again, are you truly not single?”
All eyes turned to Lando, who was staring straight at you, jaw tightened, shoulders back. “I am.”
“Great. We’ll arrange the auditions as soon as possible.”
“Auditions?” He leaned forward in subtle interest.
“Yes. To find the right girl.”
“So I’ll be choosing her then?” He smiled.
“We will be choosing her.”
His smile faltered, and he spoke sarcastically. “Great.”
You’ve had many clients, some in different, others grateful, and most stubborn, but that’s never stopped you from succeeding. Lando Norris was not going to be otherwise. If you had to guess, he probably didn’t even think you were needed, but his bosses did, so what he thought wasn’t important in this case.
You smiled unfazed. “Any other questions?”
The room stayed silent, taking it as your answer, you nodded to Maddie and rose to your feet. “Well, we’re all done then. Thank you, gentlemen, for your time.”
All three of them stood. Andrea Stella shook your hand and gave you a polite nod, which you returned. Zak Brown followed, shaking your hand with a huge smile and thanking you for your time. Lando’s gaze met yours as he stretched out his hand.
“Thank you, and sorry for being late.” He said almost robotically.
“You’re welcome.”
With that, you followed Maddie out of the room. To your slight amusement, Oscar leaned against a wall in the hallway, waving a box of Timtams.
—
Outside, the late afternoon air feels lighter, orange strokes painting the slightly clouded skies. Maddie is already steps ahead, heading straight for the car. You follow behind her, eyes glued to your phone, rereading a concerningly lengthy email a previous client had sent.
“God, can no one behave these days?”
The question is pointed at Maddie, who, unbeknownst to you, is already seated in your car. Instead, a voice you weren’t aware was anywhere near you answers.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Your head shoots up. Lando leans against his car, slipping his phone into his jacket. He looks annoyingly casual, an infuriating half-smirk tugging at his lips like he’s been waiting for the perfect moment to speak. Your eyes narrow, questioning both his answer and why he even bothered to comment. His lips twitch, something very close to a smile.
“Where does behaving get you?” He asks, pushing off his car with the confident posture you remember seeing only for brief moments in the meeting.
“Certainly not on a podium in front of a crowd booing you while you try to act unaffected, in hopes you’ll convince everyone but yourself.”
It’s a low blow, you know it, but you also know clients like him. The type who refuse to see how much they need your help. The type who pretends their image doesn’t bother them when it certainly does. So sometimes you have to hit below the belt to make it clear you know business, you know them, and you know exactly what they need, no matter how much they hate it.
His jaw ticks, his eyes scanning your face. Something sharp, something wounded, flickers behind his gaze before he pushes it down. He doesn’t quite meet your eyes, but it’s close enough that anyone else would think he was holding eye contact.
“Are you always so rude?” The tone of his voice makes it sound like less of a question and more of a statement.
“I prefer blunt. And if we’re on the topic of being rude, I should point out that being late to a scheduled meeting is also rude.” You say in the same cadence.
“I apologized.”
“You didn’t mean it.”
His lips curve into a small smile, subtle, but definitely there, as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. “True.” He pauses, then takes another step forward, slow and testing, like he’s trying to see whether you’ll retreat or stand your ground. “Do you read into everything everyone does?”
You notice the shift, but instead of stepping back like you probably should, you look him dead-on. “Only my clients.”
“So this is special treatment then?”
“You could call it that.” You glance at your watch, though you can feel his eyes still on your face. “Though your special treatment for the days ended almost an hour ago. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get going.”
He falters, just slightly, but recovers quickly. “Right, of course. Your time is very precious,” he says, a hint of sarcasm around the edge.
He gives you a small nod before doing a little spin and heading back toward his car
“I’ll see you on time tomorrow, Mr Norris.” You call out.
“I’m not making any promises.” He doesn’t look back, but you can hear the lightness in his voice.
You turn to your car and notice Maddie staring at you through the window. She quickly opens the door from the inside. “He seems… interesting,” she says carefully, as if she’d spent minutes picking the right word.
“You could say that.”
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Oscar Piastri I will avenge you! McLaren is so fucking incompetent i can’t help but think it’s a conspiracy or something
Loved the first part of art of appearances. I can't wait to see where you take the rest of the story!
Thank you!
inhaled art of appearances like coke crack cocaineeee i cant wait for more hehehe
This is hilarious and lowkey the best kind of compliment 😭 I can’t wait to write more!
The Art of Appearances | LN4
summary: You're the one person celebrities call when their reputations are in shambles. Your job is simple: craft believable narratives, rebuild images, orchestrate flawless PR relationships, and disappear before anyone realizes you were ever there. You've never had a case you couldn't fix, until McLaren called about their golden boy. Lando shows up far too stubborn, far too opposed, and far too interested in the woman trying to reshape his image. Suddenly, what should have been a simple, quiet, and quick case becomes complicated, messy, and dangerously personal.
pairing: Lando Norris x PR Fixer! reader
word count: 8.8k
tags: slow burn, denial, vague references to '25 season, set before '26 season, annoyance to lovers
a/n: hi everyone! This is a project I've been working on for an embarrassingly long amount of time, and I've only finished the first part. This is my first time doing anything like this, so hopefully you enjoy it, and it's not as bad as my mind thinks it is. I'd really appreciate it if you let me know what you think in my inbox and/or comments, so I can make notes moving forward with the other parts. anyways enjoy!
Celebrities are people, and people fuck up. Unfortunately, celebrities don’t get as much grace as regular people do. People would rather “forgive” their best friend for cheating on their partner than forgive a celebrity they don’t even know for the same thing. That’s just how things work. You know that as much. But people are easily swayed, no matter how much they think they aren’t. Sometimes, all it takes is a new haircut, a puppy, or a little time away before popping back up with a lovable new partner. It was an interesting strategy. A strategy you’ve turned into a career.
You wouldn’t call yourself the best, no, but you certainly wouldn’t stop others who saying it. For someone your age, you’ve saved countless reputations, even a marriage. It was simple, your process: keep tabs on trending names, offer a small piece of advice, wait for them to hire you, fix things, and disappear like it never happened. Former clients tend to refer you to their friends, so when your assistant forwards you an email from the McLaren Formula One Team out of the blue, you’re not too surprised.
Was it even out of the blue? Their golden boy has been popping up everywhere for months— his racing, his fuck ups on and off track, his interviews, his mindset, and his relationship with his on and off girlfriend, if you could even call her that. Needless to say, the world has a whole lot to say about Lando Norris.
The ticking of the clock couldn’t be any louder as you sit in the conference room at the McLaren Technology Centre. Your assistant, Maddie, sits to your right, flipping through Lando’s file for the umpteenth time. You sit upright, your gaze flickering between the door and the McLaren CEO and team principal seated across from you. You make eye contact with Zack Brown, who had done most of the talking since your arrival.
“He’s not usually late.”
“Well, I’d hope not. That would be bad for your races, wouldn’t it?” You reply calmly with a polite smile.
Zak lets out a forced chuckle while the team principal darts his eyes from the clock to the ceiling as if saying a prayer. A prayer that’s quickly answered when the door swings open and two men you recognize as Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri walk in. The two pairs share quick words with their bosses as you rose to your feet.
With a couple of steps, you’re standing in front of Lando himself. He looks at you carefully, his gaze flickering down your frame. He offers a charming smile and begins to extend his hand, only for you to move past him. His eyes follow you in confusion as you hug his teammate instead.
“Oscar!”
Oscar smiles, returning the short hug. “Y/N! How are you?”
Lando watches the interaction suspiciously as he takes his seat, eyes flickering between you both.
“I’m doing great, you? Oh… and Lily?”
“We’re both doing well. It’s been so long, you’ve almost lost the accent.”
You laugh, highly aware of the sound of your new client’s fingers tapping against the desk. If anything, it makes you drag the conversation out longer. If there’s one thing you dislike more than waiting on people, it’s being rushed.
“Everyone always says that when I go back home, but honestly, I think I sound the same. You, however, sound a bit British?”
“Well, look at where I spend most of my time.”
“A shake, truly. You know—“
The clearing of a throat stops you mid-sentence. With your most polite smile, you turn to face the culprit, only to be met with an all too innocent look on Lando’s face.
Still smiling sweetly, you say. “Oh, sorry, am I wasting time? I assumed, since it took you an extra ten minutes to arrive, this wasn’t urgent, so I could spend a couple saying hi to a friend. My apologies.” You extend a hand. “Y/N L/N”
His jaw tightens slightly as his gaze sweeps over you again, this time slower and more deliberately. He shakes your hand. “Lando Norris.”
You flash him a quick smile before turning back to Oscar for a fast hug. “This was lovely. We will catch up soon.” Then, glancing at your assistant. “Mads, be a dear and give him my number, will you?”
Heels clicking, you settle back in your seat, give Oscar a wave, and watch him leave before refocusing on the three men across from you. Andrea Stella remains stoic, his expression unreadable, but his eyes carrying a glint of respect. Zak Brown looks more on edge now that his driver was actually present. And there’s Lando.
He sits directly across from you, one arm resting on the table, the other draped over the back of his chair. The straightness of his shoulders betrays the otherwise relaxed posture. His jaw has relaxed, but the faint downturn of his lips says he still wasn’t pleased. The silver McLaren pendant on his chain catches the light against his all black outfit. You wondered if he feels like he’s dressed for his own funeral.
Leaving the necklace, your gaze met his, his eyes dull and steady, almost challenging.
After a glance at your watch, you look at all three men. “We’re fifteen minutes behind, but I usually plan with an extra twenty minutes for concerns.” You turn to Maddie, holding out a hand. “Or, in some cases, lateness.”
Maddie hands you the files. From the corner of your eye, you notice the Lando shift with quiet irritation. You place a file in front of each man.
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
—
“Any questions?”
“You want to put me in a PR relationship?”
You turn your attention to Lando. He had been quiet for most of the meeting, just studying you as if trying to figure out your ‘deal’.
“Yes.” You answered calmly.
“I’m not single.”
“Well, to my knowledge, you have no serious girlfriend. If I’m wrong, please correct me.”
“We aren’t there yet…” he shifted slightly in his seat.
You lock your fingers and take a small breath before explaining yourself carefully. “Respectfully, will you ever get there with her? From what I found, you two have been on and off for a couple of years. Doesn’t seem too serious to me, and certainly not to the internet. She wasn’t even at the championship deciding race last season. Have you even been with her in the last two months? So again, are you truly not single?”
All eyes turned to Lando, who was staring straight at you, jaw tightened, shoulders back. “I am.”
“Great. We’ll arrange the auditions as soon as possible.”
“Auditions?” He leaned forward in subtle interest.
“Yes. To find the right girl.”
“So I’ll be choosing her then?” He smiled.
“We will be choosing her.”
His smile faltered, and he spoke sarcastically. “Great.”
You’ve had many clients, some in different, others grateful, and most stubborn, but that’s never stopped you from succeeding. Lando Norris was not going to be otherwise. If you had to guess, he probably didn’t even think you were needed, but his bosses did, so what he thought wasn’t important in this case.
You smiled unfazed. “Any other questions?”
The room stayed silent, taking it as your answer, you nodded to Maddie and rose to your feet. “Well, we’re all done then. Thank you, gentlemen, for your time.”
All three of them stood. Andrea Stella shook your hand and gave you a polite nod, which you returned. Zak Brown followed, shaking your hand with a huge smile and thanking you for your time. Lando’s gaze met yours as he stretched out his hand.
“Thank you, and sorry for being late.” He said almost robotically.
“You’re welcome.”
With that, you followed Maddie out of the room. To your slight amusement, Oscar leaned against a wall in the hallway, waving a box of Timtams.
—
Outside, the late afternoon air feels lighter, orange strokes painting the slightly clouded skies. Maddie is already steps ahead, heading straight for the car. You follow behind her, eyes glued to your phone, rereading a concerningly lengthy email a previous client had sent.
“God, can no one behave these days?”
The question is pointed at Maddie, who, unbeknownst to you, is already seated in your car. Instead, a voice you weren’t aware was anywhere near you answers.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Your head shoots up. Lando leans against his car, slipping his phone into his jacket. He looks annoyingly casual, an infuriating half-smirk tugging at his lips like he’s been waiting for the perfect moment to speak. Your eyes narrow, questioning both his answer and why he even bothered to comment. His lips twitch, something very close to a smile.
“Where does behaving get you?” He asks, pushing off his car with the confident posture you remember seeing only for brief moments in the meeting.
“Certainly not on a podium in front of a crowd booing you while you try to act unaffected, in hopes you’ll convince everyone but yourself.”
It’s a low blow, you know it, but you also know clients like him. The type who refuse to see how much they need your help. The type who pretends their image doesn’t bother them when it certainly does. So sometimes you have to hit below the belt to make it clear you know business, you know them, and you know exactly what they need, no matter how much they hate it.
His jaw ticks, his eyes scanning your face. Something sharp, something wounded, flickers behind his gaze before he pushes it down. He doesn’t quite meet your eyes, but it’s close enough that anyone else would think he was holding eye contact.
“Are you always so rude?” The tone of his voice makes it sound like less of a question and more of a statement.
“I prefer blunt. And if we’re on the topic of being rude, I should point out that being late to a scheduled meeting is also rude.” You say in the same cadence.
“I apologized.”
“You didn’t mean it.”
His lips curve into a small smile, subtle, but definitely there, as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. “True.” He pauses, then takes another step forward, slow and testing, like he’s trying to see whether you’ll retreat or stand your ground. “Do you read into everything everyone does?”
You notice the shift, but instead of stepping back like you probably should, you look him dead-on. “Only my clients.”
“So this is special treatment then?”
“You could call it that.” You glance at your watch, though you can feel his eyes still on your face. “Though your special treatment for the days ended almost an hour ago. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get going.”
He falters, just slightly, but recovers quickly. “Right, of course. Your time is very precious,” he says, a hint of sarcasm around the edge.
He gives you a small nod before doing a little spin and heading back toward his car
“I’ll see you on time tomorrow, Mr Norris.” You call out.
“I’m not making any promises.” He doesn’t look back, but you can hear the lightness in his voice.
You turn to your car and notice Maddie staring at you through the window. She quickly opens the door from the inside. “He seems… interesting,” she says carefully, as if she’d spent minutes picking the right word.
“You could say that.”
──★ ˙🐞 ̟ !!
I have this really new idea for a series with Lando and a pr manager sort of reader but planning it out is so hard. I don’t want to start and give up half of the way. Also I don’t know if people would want to read it. What to do, what to do…
The voices won I fear… hopefully I can make it work.
I think it will be mostly written with a little bit of smau
Finally finished the first part of this. It took embarrassing long and it’s only 948 words. So I want to try and finish the second part before posting it, maybe I’ll combine the two, I’m not sure. I’m not even exactly sure how many parts it will have. I also have to figure out if longer parts are better than shorter
Lot to think about! I’m also trying to write an Oscar fit but I keep on getting distracted