Hiii, can I please ask for some Oscar content. Maybe something about him being unable to race in Australia or something like this
Comfort
Imagine comforting Oscar after a not-so-good start of the new season
The Australian sun was hidden behind some clouds in the sky. The first race of the 2026 season had started, engines screaming, fans cheering, but Yn couldn’t hear much of it. Her eyes were glued to the screen showing the warm-up lap, heart hammering in her chest.
Oscar was out there, on his home turf, looking calm and focused. She’d watched him since he joined F2, dreaming of racing, and now he was here, on the grid he had grown up watching. She waved, hoping he could see her, and for a brief moment, he caught her gaze and gave her a little nod and a grin under his helmet.
And then, in the blink of an eye, it all went wrong.
Yn saw him slow, veering slightly during the warm-up lap. The car pulled off, smoke curling faintly from somewhere she couldn’t see. The warm-up lap ended in disappointment before the race had even begun.
“No, no, no…” she whispered, her stomach dropping. She could barely breathe.
The broadcast replay confirmed it. Something was wrong. She didn’t need to know what, but she could see the defeat in his body language. His hand tightened on the wheel, head shaking, and then he climbed out.
Yn didn’t wait. She pushed past team members and photographers, her legs moving faster than her brain, straight to the drivers’ room. Her heart was a storm of fear and worry.
When the door opened, there he was. Oscar, helmet in one hand, shoulders slumped, eyes dark and heavy. The second he saw her, it was like he had no choice. He dropped the helmet, took a shaky step forward, and wrapped his arms around her.
Yn let herself melt into him, pressing her face against his chest. “Oh, Oscar…” she murmured, her hands clutching at his shirt.
“I…” His voice cracked. “I didn’t even get to start… at home…”
She rubbed his back gently. “Shh. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. The car… the race… none of that changes who you are.”
“But I wanted… I wanted this so badly,” he said, the frustration bleeding into his words. “My home race… I wanted to do this for everyone, for me… and for you.”
“You already did,” she said softly, tilting her head to kiss his cheek. “Just being here. Just being you. That’s enough.”
He rested his forehead against hers, holding her closer, one hand threading into her hair. “I should be angry… upset… but right now, being with you… it’s the only thing that makes me feel okay.”
Yn pressed her lips to his temple. “Then that’s all that matters. Forget the track for a minute. Forget everything outside this room. You’re here, I’m here, and that’s what counts.”
He sighed, heavy with the weight of disappointment and exhaustion. “I feel like I’ve failed everyone. And I hate it. I wanted this race to feel perfect… and I didn’t even make it to the first lap.”
“You haven’t failed,” she said firmly. “Sometimes things happen that aren’t in your control. It doesn’t make you any less amazing. You’re still the guy who chased his dream and made it to the top. And you’re still the person I love.”
A small, humorless laugh escaped him. Then, after a moment, a real smile broke through, tiny but there. “Only you could make me feel like a hero after… after this.”
“That’s because I love you,” Yn said simply, brushing her hand over his cheek. “Completely. Unconditionally. And I always will, no matter what happens on the track.”
He hugged her again, tighter this time, letting the tension slowly drain from his body. “Being able to hold you like this… it’s the best comfort I could ever ask for.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.
“God, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmured, voice muffled against her hair.
“You’ll never have to find out,” she said, smiling despite the tears she felt threatening. “I’m here. Always.”
They stayed like that, letting the world outside fade into a background hum. Yn could feel him breathing easier now, feeling grounded by her presence.
“You wanted to make the fans happy,” she said softly. “I get that. But you’re already giving people joy. Just by being you, by trying, by being here… and, honestly, by letting me hug you when you need it most.”
He laughed softly, the sound a mix of exhaustion and relief. “I guess… this counts as my podium, huh?”
“Yes,” Yn said, laughing lightly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Gold medal. Best hug award.”
He smiled, resting his head on her shoulder. “I swear… you’re incredible.”
“Only for you,” she replied, leaning her forehead against his. “Nothing else matters right now.”
For a while, they didn’t need to say anything. The quiet between them was comfortable, warm. Yn felt him relax under her touch, the tension in his muscles softening. She could feel his heartbeat slow, hear the faint exhale of relief.
“You know,” he said finally, “I should be beating myself up… angry… sad… all the things I’m supposed to feel. But honestly? Right now, holding you… I feel like maybe this is enough. This is better than any race result.”
“You’re allowed to feel whatever you need,” she said softly. “And I’m allowed to remind you that I love you. No matter what. Always.”
He buried his face against her neck again, sighing, and she held him tighter. “You’re my best luck charm,” he murmured.
“No,” she whispered, smiling into his chest. “You’re my hero. And I’m your shoulder, remember? Always here.”
The minutes stretched, soft and quiet, until he finally pulled back just enough to look at her. “I think… I think I needed this more than I realized,” he said.
“I think you did too,” she said. “Come on, let’s just stay here a little longer.”
He nodded, closing his eyes for a moment, letting the world fade out. Outside, the race continued. Cars tore past the empty starting line where Oscar should have been. Fans cheered, oblivious to the quiet drama of his first home race gone wrong.
But in that small room, in that single, unbroken moment, Yn and Oscar had their victory. Not on the track, not in front of thousands of screaming fans, but right there—in each other’s arms.
“You know,” he said softly after a long pause, “next time, I’ll get it right. I’ll make it count.”
“And I’ll be there,” she said firmly, smiling. “Every lap, every race, every hug after the race. Always.”
He laughed lightly, resting his head on her shoulder again. “Then right now… this is perfect.”
“It is,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Absolutely perfect.”
And for the first time that day, both of them smiled without worry, knowing that even when the race was lost, love could still win.
Imagine being George Russell's little sister and Kimi being in love with you
Kimi had always known what it felt like to push his heart hard, to chase the next lap, the next split, the next finish line. But being in love was nothing like racing. It made his chest light, his stomach twist, and his hands jittery in ways he wasn’t used to. And it was all because of Yn Russell.
She had just turned nineteen and was spending the weekend at Bahrain with her brother. From the moment she stepped into the paddock, Kimi had been captivated. Her energy wasn’t loud or flashy, but it drew people in—the way she laughed at small jokes, how she noticed little details about the cars and the track, even the way she tied her hair back when leaning over the pit wall.
Kimi tried to stay focused, on the car and the team, but every time Yn was near, he found himself doing everything to be close to her. Carrying her bag, fetching her coffee, remembering the little things she liked, even just standing nearby so she had someone she could lean on without even asking.
Ollie noticed immediately. One morning in Miami, he leaned against the motorhome wall, smirking at Kimi, who was hovering behind Yn while she looked at the car setups. “Mate, you know you’re following her like a puppy, right?”
“I’m… not,” Kimi said, his voice low and defensive, but Ollie just laughed.
“You literally move when she moves. You’re carrying her bag like it’s part of your job. It’s sweet… but ridiculous,” Ollie said, shaking his head. “And the best part? You don’t even care that we all notice.”
Kimi just muttered something under his breath, cheeks warming. He didn’t care. Being near her, helping her, seeing her smile—that was worth every awkward moment.
George had been worried at first. She was young, Kimi was young, and the F1 environment wasn’t always easy for relationships. But after a few weekends, he had relaxed completely. Watching Kimi interact with her, always careful, patient, genuinely thoughtful, he realized this wasn’t reckless. It was sweet, real, and she was safe.
The other drivers noticed too. Max liked to tease Kimi openly. “You’re basically her assistant at this point,” he said one afternoon in Monaco, grinning as Kimi handed Yn a water bottle.
“I am helping,” Kimi muttered, trying not to smile.
“Yes, helping,” Lando said, laughing. “Or stalking. It’s hard to tell the difference, but it’s very cute. You’re like a shadow following her every move.”
Even Oscar and Isack exchanged amused looks whenever Kimi hovered nearby, holding a bag or adjusting her scarf when the wind picked up. Carlos chuckled quietly when Kimi rushed to catch up with her after a track walk. Alex just shook his head, smiling knowingly. And Lewis, standing nearby, gave a small nod and a grin. “You look happy, and she seems to like having you around. Fair play.”
Kimi didn’t mind the attention or the teasing. He was in love, and he liked that people could see it. It didn’t make him embarrassed; it made him feel proud. He could show he cared in little ways—carrying her bag, grabbing coffee, helping with a tripod, bringing her favorite snacks—without having to rush to explain the big feelings in his chest.
At Silverstone, he surprised her with a miniature car model she had mentioned liking. When he handed it to her, she laughed, delighted. “You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to,” he said softly, looking away, cheeks burning.
“It’s thoughtful,” she said, smiling brightly, tucking the model into her bag.
That small acknowledgment made him feel like he had won. He didn’t need her to say more; her smile, her laugh, her enjoyment of the small gesture was enough.
The pattern repeated itself at every track. In Monza, he ran back to the hotel to grab sunglasses she’d forgotten and returned just as she walked past the garage. She laughed, holding them up. “You’re ridiculous, Kimi.”
“I… just wanted to help,” he said, heart racing, but his grin was unstoppable.
In Singapore, he bought tickets for a small museum she had said she wanted to visit, quietly happy just to see her enjoying herself off the track. At Suzuka, he noticed she liked a particular kind of tea, so he remembered to have some ready in the hospitality tent, watching her face light up when she took a sip.
And all the while, the other drivers commented quietly, teasing but kindly. Ollie would nudge him with, “Mate, she’s going to notice eventually. Just don’t trip over your own feet getting there.” Lando would laugh, “He’s literally following her around like a little puppy. It’s painfully obvious, but you can’t help smiling.” Carlos and Alex found it sweet, Isack snorted at Kimi’s obvious nervousness, Max grinned, and Lewis shook his head with amusement.
Kimi didn’t mind. He liked it. He liked that everyone saw how happy he was when Yn was around. Being in love wasn’t always easy, but it felt alive and bright.
He also did small, thoughtful things that weren’t just about her comfort. At Barcelona, when she mentioned enjoying photography, he stayed late one evening helping her frame shots and teaching her angles. At Monaco, he found a scarf she admired in a small paddock shop and gave it to her, watching quietly as she draped it over her shoulders. At Austin, he remembered she liked a particular pastry from the hotel and grabbed it before she even realized she wanted it.
He didn’t do these things for recognition. He did them because he loved being in her orbit, because seeing her enjoy a little surprise made his chest light. And the teasing from his friends, from all the drivers, didn’t bother him—it was part of the fun.
Yn was oblivious to the depth of his feelings, of course. She thought Kimi was sweet, considerate, maybe a little over the top. She liked him, absolutely—but she didn’t realize he was completely in love with her. And that was fine. Kimi didn’t need her to know everything yet. Just being near her, being part of her weekend, making her happy in small ways—that was enough.
By mid-season, George had completely relaxed. He watched his sister laughing with Kimi, saw how attentive he was, and even teased him occasionally, just as a brother should. “Don’t mess it up, rookie,” he’d say, and Kimi would blush but nod.
Other drivers joined in the fun. Oscar Piastri and Alex Albon would watch Kimi hover around her, smirking quietly. Carlos chuckled when Kimi brought her something little but thoughtful. Lando and Ollie made constant commentary about his puppy-like behavior. Isack snorted at his nervous energy. Lewis would give him a quiet nod or a smile in the hallway. Max, of course, continued teasing him openly.
And Kimi? He didn’t mind any of it. He liked being in love. He liked carrying her bag, helping her, surprising her with small gestures, and being present in ways he could. He liked that everyone noticed and found it sweet. He liked that it was obvious. He liked being happy.
Being in love with Yn wasn’t complicated for him. It was simple. He carried her coffee when she needed it, grabbed her favorite snacks, helped with small problems, stayed nearby when she looked tired, noticed the little details she liked. And when she laughed at a joke or smiled at a tiny surprise he planned, it made his chest light in a way nothing else could.
By the time they reached Singapore, the rhythm of their weekends was settled. Kimi, devoted and happy, followed Yn like a careful shadow, always attentive, always thoughtful. The other drivers teased, laughed, and watched, but it didn’t matter. Kimi knew he was in love, and that was enough.
And Yn? She noticed that he cared, she liked him, she appreciated his thoughtfulness—but she didn’t yet understand the depth of his feelings. And that was okay. Kimi didn’t need more than this. Seeing her happy, being near her, making her life a little easier in small ways—he was content, and he was exactly where he wanted to be.
Being in love with Yn was messy, joyful, and exhilarating. And Kimi was proud of it, proud that he could love someone so entirely, so honestly, and be happy doing it.
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