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Myles Rowe becomes the first Black Indy NXT winner at Iowa 2025.
speedrun: how many ao3 fics can a download before i have to board my flight in 30 minutes?
“damson gtfo—i want your body guard instead 🥵”
what happened wanting BOAF of ‘em at the same time…
Summary: Oscar wears a heart rate monitor, turns out it spikes everytime he looks at you
oscar piastri x reader
w/c 716
a/n was thinking about nicole's story with oscar and the heart rate monitor and this silly blurb was born
It didn’t take a genius to figure out Oscar was completely and utterly in love with his girlfriend. He wasn’t expressive about much, not that the world had seen anyway. When it came to her though, he wore his heart on his sleeve. He smiled wider, his eyes sparkled and he giggled. He fucking giggled.
Everyone saw it. Everyone but Mark Webber.
Mark had spent a lot of time with Oscar over the years, but only in work mode. When the young Aussie had his racing head on, he rarely thought about anything else. Talks with Mark included contracts and strategies, not girlfriends or love lives. The elder of the two wasn’t great with advice in that department. Plus the kid seemed to have worked it out on his own pretty fine. He didn’t know just how in love Oscar was.
When Y/N decided to come cycling with them, it wasn’t the first time they’d met, but it was the first time in a long time he’d seen her. They greeted each other kindly. As long as she promised not to slow them down, he had no issue with her joining in.
She didn’t often join her boyfriend’s workouts. They were gruelling and long. She didn’t see the need to put herself through that torture. This one, a nice bike ride through Monaco, sounded rather lovely. But they couldn’t head out until Oscar had his heart rate monitor set up and strapped to him.
The couple chatted freely as Mark set everything up. He didn’t insert himself in their conversation. Didn’t feel the need to. He was busy anyway. Was he getting old or was technology getting more difficult?
When it finally started up, seemingly working, it didn’t seem right. Looking at the readings on the device, Mark was noticing things. A sudden spike in Oscar’s heart rate made him panic. The man glanced up, only to see the kid laughing with the girl. It was probably a blip, something that was brought on by the movement of his chest when it shook with laughter. He shook it off.
Until it happened again.
As he fitted the device to the strap on Oscar’s arm, it beeped loudly, signalling yet another spike in heart rate. It was beginning to concern him. This time when he glanced at his mentee, he was doing nothing but gazing at the girl as she admired the Monaco skyline.
She wasn’t even looking his way or doing anything particularly exciting. She was just standing there. Existing. That was enough.
As they say, twice is a coincidence. He was interested in seeing if it happened every time. That was the only way to know if it was real.
“Oscar?”
The man turned his head; His heart rate dropped back to a normal rate. “Yeah?”
Mark’s mouth opened like he was going to say something, then shut again. It was all part of the act. “Actually, nevermind.” The younger didn’t question it, just nodded and went back to admiring the girl who had now pulled out her phone to take a pretty picture. A small smile creeped onto his face; Heart rate jumped back up. Mark laughed. It was like a game.
When she turned and smiled at him, the thing paused, like it had skipped a beat. Every step closer was another number higher. If this was how Oscar functioned every time he was around Y/N, he had no idea how the kid hadn’t succumbed to a heart attack yet.
“Oscar, look at me,” he instructed. Heart rate down. “Now look at Y/N.” Heart rate back up. “Now back at me.” A drop. “And once more at Y/N.” A spike. He grinned.
Neither of them had any idea what he was doing. His brow furrowed. Her eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?”
On the one hand, he could just tell him. However, if he knew Oscar as well as he thought he did, it would embarrass the hell out of him. The kid would burn bright red and probably pray for the ground to swallow him up so he didn’t have to face the embarrassment. He could keep this one to himself. He was in love, and it was sweet. There was nothing with that. “Nothing, kid. Nothing.”
cute 😍
don’t let the fact red bull have sacked horner over the fact the team was underperforming distract you from the fact they stood by his side when he was very clearly guilty of sexual misconduct towards a female staff member and they said and did nothing. it will always be fuck red bull racing.
oh my 444 heart is full
i'm just saying 444 is an angel number < 3
ferrari don’t even whisper the name christian horner. don’t even THINK about it. don’t even breathe in his direction. i’m so serious
Oh fuck no!!!
⭐︎Wifey Material
with SHARKY ⭐︎ smau
synopsis: you being wifey material to your soon to be husband. private to public relationship.
smau • face claim: Sagal Jama
a/n: might lowkey be shorter than my usual smaus but i want to see how a sharky smau would do before i make more. let me know what you think!!
@yourusernamex
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@yourusernamex: all love, no chill
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@nellarose: you did not have to do me like that!
@yourusernamex: 😘
@chunkz: You ain’t even tag him
@lullabunni: if you know him then tag him ↪@chunkz: ok ↪@yourusernamex: try it first😃 see what happens.
@ajshabeel: interesting...
@yourusernamex: bitch ↪ @ajshabeel: Don’t 'bitch' me. Just say you’re locked in and go. ↪ @yourusernamex: Locked in? More like minding my business. ↪ @ajshabeel: YOUR business is trending rn 😭 ↪ @yourusernamex: : Ok but did you zoom in or not ↪ @ajshabeel: I did and i'm still confused . ↪ @yourusernamex: good. stay confused. 🫶🏽 ↪ @butteronmars: i love this friend ship
@chaiandgold: OHHHHH this is a SOFT launch soft launch
@iluvsharks: i’m not saying it’s sharky but i AM saying i recognise those shoes and that hoodie.
@needmen224: bro its just a normal black hoodie, talk about delusional
@plainjade: idc what anyone says, this is 1000% Sharky’s hoodie in the last slide. don’t ask how i know. i just KNOW.
@dragqueen: girl if this is Sharky… i support you. i support the marriage. i support the prenup. i support it ALL
@thebetasqyadix: the way i have no proof but also every proof that this is sharky 😭
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@ohnosharky
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@ohnosharky: all glow, no chill
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@chunkz: my brothaaa
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@ajshabeel: wtf is that
@ohnosharky: dw i'm throwing it away
@iwannabesavedd: if this isn't a confirmation idk what is
@fanhere20: well this caption looks familiar
@yourusernamex: thief
@mirageglow: what did he steal YOUR HEART!!! ↪ @yourusernamex: bro😭
@lulumango: ain't that the same hoodie
@dewdreams: The math is mathing.
@thatbetagirl: I’m not okay. They’re giving us crumbs and I’m feasting
@amptogo: You posted her and a demon plushie in the same dump?? contrast is wild
@youplusplus: aww shes with the fam
@surfnchai: we’re in the “she met the family” stage? oh this is no longer a game.
@sharksiesluv: sharky fell into the propaganda
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@chunkzpodclipz
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@chunkzpodclipz: Sharky was in his soulmate era this episode. He was singing 'No Chill' by PARTYNEXTDOOR, specifically the line: “My girl got diamonds on her arm, diamonds in her ear…” Kenny cuts in like, “Am I not your girl?” and the whole room bursts out laughing.
But then Chunkz asks if he believes in soulmates? Sharky doesn’t even pause, 'Absolutely' he says. “Sometimes you just meet someone and it’s like… ‘Yeah. That’s my person.’ You don’t even have to think too hard.”
Everyone starts reacting, some laughing, some yelling, but the smile on his face says it all.
Someone jokes about him proposing, and Sharky just shakes his head, still smiling.
Yeah. He’s gone. 💎🫶🏽
#chunkzpodcast #sharky #soulmatevibes #wifeymaterial #betasquadclips
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@sharksiesluv: i didn’t expect to be emotionally destroyed by a podcast today
@iluvsharks: that wasn’t a hypothetical answer… that was HIM TALKING ABOUT HER.
@babieonfire: i’ve never felt more single in my life. thank you sharky.
@kisskisscry: the way aj said “let’s move on” like he knew sharky was about to drop a proposal 😭😭😭
@rawrxdeex: i’m fully invested in a relationship i haven’t even seen confirmed yet.
@chilltrackz: let’s be honest… the girl with the drink and the mum in slide 6 won.
@nighthexx: the soft launch is turning into a soft marriage.
@missunbothered: so he sang HER caption. and now he’s describing HER energy. i’m not dumb.
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SHORT BLURB
It still doesn’t feel real sometimes. That a man who built a career on being loud and hilarious and chaotically brilliant could be so soft-spoken when it’s just you and him. That Sharky — YouTube king, Mr. “what’s up my people,” the guy who can’t even take a selfie without ten people clocking it — somehow belongs to you. Entirely, quietly, without ever needing to say it out loud.
You’re on the balcony again, wrapped in one of his hoodies, legs bare and cold but refusing to go inside because the light hits different at this hour. Golden and warm. Like something out of a memory you haven’t lived yet. Sharky’s sitting on the outdoor sofa, one arm behind his head, the other resting on your thigh, phone in hand, scrolling and not really looking at anything.
He keeps glancing at your hand, though. The one with the ring. He doesn’t even try to be slick about it.
"You keep looking at it," you say, soft but teasing.
"I bought it," he grins, "I’m allowed."
You hold it up, let it catch the sun. It glimmers, loud and proud. Just like the love that led to it.
The proposal wasn’t public. Just you two on a random Tuesday night in the kitchen, barefoot, post-shower, music low in the background. He had looked at you, you don’t even remember what you were laughing about, and he said, “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Then he got down on one knee.
No speech. No build-up. Just: “Marry me.”
And you had whispered, “Yes,” before your brain even caught up.
Now, the world is starting to notice. The soft-launches are becoming not-so-soft. Everyone knows something but no one knows everything.
You like it that way.
He tosses his phone onto the cushion and pulls you closer by your wrist, guiding you into his lap. You settle without needing to ask. Like muscle memory. Like instinct. He presses a kiss to your collarbone, then rests his chin on your shoulder.
“They clocked the ring in that last post,” he murmurs, “Your comments are chaos.”
“Good chaos or scary chaos?”
He grins. “Funny chaos. Someone said you’re probably engaged to Niko because your ring finger pointed his direction.”
You laugh, loud and unfiltered, head falling back into his shoulder. He hugs you tighter, like your laughter is his favourite sound.
“They’re crazy,” you say.
“They’re invested,” he corrects. “Like… properly rooting for us. Kinda weird.”
You turn your head slightly to meet his gaze. “You’re not overwhelmed by all this?”
He shrugs. “Should be asking you but i'm fine, it’s you.”
That’s the thing about him. Everyone thinks Sharky’s all jokes and punchlines, but you’ve always seen the man behind it. The one who brings you flowers for no reason. Who sends “did you eat?” texts like clockwork. Who rubs your back when you’re anxious and kisses your hand like he’s never going to see you again.
The one who looked you dead in the eye when you asked, “Are you sure you want to go public with me?” and said, “I’m not hiding the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
There’s a quiet knock from inside. One of his sisters. You call out a soft, “Come in!” and the door creaks open.
They adore you. Not because of the ring, or the matching hoodies, or the subtle posts. But because you love their brother like he’s your entire world — and it shows.
She leans out the door with her phone in hand. “Mum’s asking if you two are still coming over tonight or if you’re just gonna stay on the balcony playing house.”
Sharky groans. “We’ll be there in fifteen!”
“Mmhmm,” she smirks, clearly not believing it.
When the door closes again, you don’t move. Neither does he. You could live in this exact moment forever.
Eventually, you do get up, reluctantly. You put on sneakers while Sharky’s still getting dressed inside, talking to himself like he’s on a live stream. You watch him from the doorway — tall, dramatic, spinning in front of the mirror like, “Do I look like someone’s fiancé or do I look like someone’s DAD?”
“You look like mine,” you say.
He pauses. Blinks, Smiles and Walks over.
“You do this thing,” he says, voice low, “Say stuff like that and then expect me to function.”
“You don’t need to function. You just need to hold my hand and remember your mum’s flowers.”
“Oh shit. The flowers.”
He disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a little bouquet he picked up earlier that morning. He hands them to you like a secret.
“For you to give her,” he says. “She loves you more than me.”
You two head out, casual and cozy, but the second you’re in public it’s like a low buzz starts building. Someone recognises him. Then someone else. He keeps your hand tight in his, thumb brushing your ring like a reflex. No one says anything directly. Not yet. But phones come out. Angles get angled.
At dinner, his mum hugs you like you’ve always belonged. His nieces run to you first. His sisters ask about your next brand campaign. Sharky keeps looking at you across the table like he can’t believe you’re real.
You mouth, “What?” at him, lips curled into a smile.
He shakes his head. “Nothing. Just… all love.”
You laugh and stab a piece of chicken. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re ridiculous,” he says back, leaning over to kiss your cheek mid-bite.
Later, when you’re home again, curled up in bed, you scroll through your tagged photos and already see a blurry post from dinner. His hand holding yours. The ring slightly visible. A heart emoji in the caption.
“Should we just post it already?” you whisper.
Sharky turns to you, sleepy eyes and deep voice. “You wanna?”
You nod. Slowly. Like you’re not rushing it, just… ready.
He kisses your ring finger and then your lips. “Okay. Tomorrow. We go public. But tonight?”
“Yeah?”
“Tonight you’re mine. Just mine.”
You fall asleep with your hand pressed to his chest, your ring catching the light from the hallway. And in that moment, it’s not about the chaos. Or the fans piecing things together.
It’s about him. About the boy who fell in love with you quietly, then all at once. Who never had to say “I’m proud of you” out loud because it radiated from him every time you walked in a room.
And now you’re engaged. And everything is louder. But the love?
Still soft.
Still sacred.
Still yours.
Forever.
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@ohnosharky
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@ohnosharky: i married the love of my life — my best friend, my peace, my person.
thank you for saying yes. thank you for making every version of me better. thank you for being my wife 🤍
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@yourusernamex: i don’t have the words, just a full heart and a forever kind of love for you.🥹
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@chunkz: my heart is actually so full. proud doesn’t even cut it. you married your person man 🤍
@ohnosharky: love you bro🤍
@kingkennytv: HUSBAND ERAAA
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@darkestman: i’m so proud man. even though i was never told about the wedding. or invited. or informed. but it’s cool. congrats fam ❤️💔
@yourusernamex: huh but i have a video of you and a chocolate fountain ↪@darkestman: wallahi if that gets out ↪@harrypinaro: 😭
@wonderwoman2: I KNEWWWWW ITTTTTT 😭😭
@radioheadi: WAIT IT WAS REAL??? THE PODCAST CLIP WAS REAL??? WE WERE WATCHING A LOVE STORY THIS WHOLE TIME
@brentforprezident: now that she’s taken… i will respectfully deactivate 😔
@needforshamarke: what do you mean you’re married???
@sharkyxyn_advocate: y’all had us decoding shadows, fingers, song lyrics and YOU WERE MARRIED THE WHOLE TIME 😭😭
@yourusernamex: engaged*
@sakaslovers: from “who’s her man?” to “she’s literally MARRIED to SHARKY”
@smartgyalinlondon: everyone say THANK YOU to love. THANK YOU TO GOD. THANK YOU TO WIFEY MATERIAL.
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@yourusernamex
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@yourusernamex: so this is weird lol…
i’ve been trying to figure out what to say for hours and honestly?? i still don’t know. like… how do you even begin to caption your actual wedding??? how do you explain the moment you became someone’s wife? how it felt to look at your person — your peace, your home, your loudest hype man and softest love — and say forever out loud?
i don’t think i can. so here’s a picture of me. and our rings. and that’s it. that’s the caption 😭 to anyone who’s been here since the soft launch days, from the cryptic stories to the diamond lyrics to the soulmates podcast clip (y’all remember 😭), thank you. you let us keep our love sacred and still celebrated it from afar.
and to the man i get to love for the rest of my life — thank you for making me laugh every single day. for being patient with me. for never letting go of my hand. for calling me “wifey” like it was manifesting before it was real. and now it’s real. and i’m so, so happy.
so yeah. this is me. a little married. a lot in love. no chill. but all love 🤍
@ohnosharky: no one will ever understand how much this day meant to me. how much YOU mean to me. i would marry you every single day if i could. still can’t believe you’re actually mine forever. 🫶🏽
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This is officially a pattern 😭
Red Bull should have promoted Y/N to Team Principal. The disrespect for our girl is wild.
one down, one to go 🥳🤞🏻🔪
looked up british “delicacies” bc i needed smth to laugh at
Three Of Us | Chapter One (1/3)
Lando Norris x Original Female Character x Oscar Piastri
Summary — Margot has single-handedly run Marjorie’s Bakeshop, a Monaco institution, ever since her grandmother’s passing. It’s by chance that a tiny blue Fiat Jolly breaks down on the curb right in-front of her door.
Warnings — Established!Landoscar, polyamory negotiations, eventual throuple, slow(ish) burn, vandalism, OFC has atypical OCD.
Notes — This is going to be a short little series with only 3 chapters! I hope you fall in love with Margot the same way that Lando and Oscar do.
binge read the entire mini series in twenty minutes. totally worth it! @pitlanepeach
"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic
I think it’s finally time for me to turn off the anon asks. Over the last few months, I’ve been called a coon, an ugly bitch, a worthless slut, saying that I need to get r*ped/SA all because I’m taking breaks from writing or don’t write for a baller anymore.
I don’t like that or deserve that. Especially because all this is for free/hobby. I’m not in a good space to write and tbh I don’t know when I will be - I honestly just wanted to be active for moots and to read fics but people are pushing me more and more out of writing. Sorry for the anons who are nice/sweet but I can’t bare it right now.
I’ll let you now when I turn it back on. For now, be kind to other writers and I’ll see you guys soon
this type of behavior is unhinged. over free writing?!
emphasis on free!!!
i would say disallow anon messages in your settings and see if they’re so bold to say it with their blog user behind it…but totally valid that you turned it off quain!!! there’s no reason for to deal with people threaten and harassing you over fanfiction.
they need to put down their phones and say that shit to someone irl and see how quickly they get taken care of 😒 had to have lost their fucking minds.
