I've been on Tumblr for like a year but never wrote anything and thought I should try it.🫣
I'll be trying to write for F1 and kpop.❤️❤️
My time zone: GMT+2 (S.A)
Started writing: 9 August 2025
My requests are almost always open 👐🏻
What I will not write: ✍🏻. Makes me uncomfortable to even think about 🫶🏻 (I made this because I have been asked to write about a few of these 😭 and I just won't )
Summary : what it's like dating Chris while on the force. (Headcanons)
a/n : I discovered swat recently and I'm totally obsessed with Chris and Street so I will be writing for the characters more, but only after I finish my requests...
Girlfriend!Chris who absolutely refuses to treat you differently at work just because you're dating. The second you step into the briefing room, she's all business, but the moment your shift ends, she slides her hand into yours immediately.
Girlfriend!Chris who loves when it's just you two partnering on an operation because she gets to see you in action.
Girlfriend!Chris who always checks your vest straps before deployment, tugging them tighter and smoothing down your uniform while pretending she's just being practical.
Girlfriend!Chris who memorizes your coffee order after hearing it once and somehow already has it waiting for you after rough shifts.
Girlfriend!Chris who acts cool and confident most of the time but gets surprisingly clingy after missions where one of you almost got hurt.
Girlfriend!Chris who steals your hoodies constantly despite having a closet full of her own, saying yours just fit better.
Girlfriend!Chris who leaves little notes in your gear bag. It's nothing overly romantic, just little things like "Dinner's on me tonight."
Girlfriend!Chris who can tell you're having a bad day before you've said a single word and immediately finds an excuse to check on you.
Girlfriend!Chris who always sits beside you during team dinners, one knee touching yours under the table the entire time.
Girlfriend!Chris who trains with you on her days off because she says staying sharp matters, but really she just likes spending extra time with you.
Girlfriend!Chris who becomes your biggest cheerleader whenever you achieve something at work, bragging about you to everyone before you even get the chance.
Girlfriend!Chris who gets incredibly soft whenever you're exhausted, pulling you onto the couch and insisting that paperwork can wait until tomorrow.
Girlfriend!Chris who loves late-night drives after shifts, windows down and music playing while the city lights blur past.
Girlfriend!Chris who keeps a picture of the two of you tucked behind her locker door where nobody else can see it.
Girlfriend!Chris who worries more than she admits whenever you're in a dangerous situation, her jaw clenched tight until she knows you're safe.
Girlfriend!Chris who greets you after difficult operations with a hug that's a little too tight and lasts a little too long.
Girlfriend!Chris who falls asleep first after long shifts, usually with her head on your shoulder.
Girlfriend!Chris who never says "be careful" before missions because she knows neither of you can promise that. Instead she always says, "Come back to me."
Girlfriend!Chris who looks at you after a successful operation, covered in sweat and adrenaline, and can't help smiling because somehow she gets to work beside the person she loves every single day.
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Pairing : Oscar Piastri x driver!reader (Arthur Leclerc x driver!reader)
Warning : I'm very rusty in my writing at this moment..and not proofread.
Summary : After the race you feel small and Oscar is once again there to tell you that you don't have to go through this alone.
a/n : hii lovies, I'm sorry it took so long to update this series and in general. I'm going to try my best to manage my time to write the most I can between my exams!
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The night after the race felt very suspended. Everything felt too tight around you, like you forgot how to breathe correctly.
You are sitting down on the floor of your driver's room with the lights on dim. You kicked your shoes off the moment you stepped in. Your back against the wall, your suit lazily zipped down until your hips, hanging of your shoulders.
There is a faint laughter in the background, somewhere near all the hospitality units where all the engineers are drinking champagne and replaying all the telemetry of the race.
But despite all the buzzing, inside everything is quiet, quieter than normal. Like the world's humming has been turned down but not completely gone.
You look to your right next to your legs, there lays your phone face-up. No messages popping up at all.
The spam texts from Arthur has been non existent since you told him you need space. Your thumb hovers over your phone, not really knowing what to do.
A sudden soft knock on your door brings you out of your daze.
His voice was soft and gentle as he quietly said, "Hey"
Before you open the door you already know who's behind it. It's Oscar. He's standing in front of you in one of his McLaren hoodies with his hair still slightly damp with sweat from the race.
He looks slightly tired, you assume he probably just finished with his media pen duties and immediately came over.
He pulls your attention by saying, “You’re not okay." It didn't sound accusing, it felt more like a statement, something that's already been accepted.
You don't immediately reply to him, you just step to side so he can walk in. For a slight moment neither of you try to speak up, the only sounds in the room was the ticks of the air-conditioning.
He finally looked at you, his gaze following you properly. He notices your movements, the slight tension in your shoulders as you turn around and move your eyes around the room, anywhere but him.
“I didn’t think talking to him would feel like that,” you say finally, your voice sounded exhausted.
You want to reply but instead you let out a breath that almost forms a laugh, before continuing with, “That obvious?”
He leans onto the counter thats on the opposite side of you, folding his arms. " Yeah, to me it is..." Silence takes over the room again.
He said it like he wasn't confident in it, more like he was testing the word of it was the correct form. You shrug faintly, not really knowing if the word fits. "Maybe "
He doesn't interrupt you as you continue to talk. It's like if you stopped now, you'll never be free of the feeling. “It wasn’t anger,” you gasp out. “Not really. It was… grief. For something that didn’t even get to finish existing properly.”
You could see how Oscar's jaw slightly got tighter at your words, but he didn't look away from your gaze once. “That’s the worst kind,” he says quietly.
You nod, agreeing that it sucks to have these feelings inside you. The quiet atmosphere between you two are disrupted at a few cheers outside of the room. It sounded like the engineers so you two paid no interest in it.
Oscar pushing off the counter he was leaning against brought your attention back to him. “Do you miss him?” he asks.
The question is sudden but gentle. There is no jealousy or anything sharp in his voice as he asks you.
It sounds almost like he doesn't want to trap you in this little weak box.
You don't answer him immediately, you take your time before you mustered up your courage to admit, " Yes," and continuing with, “But not the way I used to.” You feel Oscar's gaze suddenly shoot up at you, like he's studying you, wanting to understand what your words mean without asking you.
You fall back onto the little plush chair in your room and lean doen with your elbows touching your knees.
You continue with, "It's so weird Osc, I thought if I see him again... I thought I'll fall apart, scream, or feel everything, every feeling I had since that night at once..." Your breathing starts to get heavier than before. "But I didn't, none of that happened." Oscar's gaze flickers slightly as he asks, "What did you feel in that moment?"
You look away from his eyes, deciding your hands was much better to look at right now. "I felt like I was looking at someone who holds onto a version of me that died that night... it's a bit dramatic, but that's how I felt during that moment.
That sentence sits between you both, heavy and final in a quiet way.
Oscar looks at you as he says, " Closure"
A small smile after so long. Oscar notices your small smile immediately, like it's the most important thing ever. His voice softens as he says, "You don't have to make any decisions right now.
After you said that, there was a slight pouse before you continue. Your voice is smaller now as you say, "I think I'm tired... Tired of feeling like I'm an object that people can just... lose their nerve with." Oscar expression immediately shifts at your words, flashes of something protective.
"You're not," he says firmly, there was no hesitation in his tone.
As you looked up at him, he didn't look away and something in your heart tightens.
Oscar slowly made his way closer to you, but stops in his tracks. "Listen, I don't want to replace anything... anyone." His voice is careful, trying his best not to overstep. "I'm not trying to be that person," he continues. "I just.. I want to make sure you know that you don't have to be alone in this."
The silence that follows after his words is very different than before. Before you answer him, you slowly stand up and make your way to the small window. The paddock outside was buzzing with people getting ready too leave. "I really don't know what I'm going to do, Osc." you quietly admit. Oscar exhales, it sounded like he was amused. “Yeah,” he says. “Join the club.” His tiny joke made you smile a little.
Not about him, not about us, not about anything. You finally turn towards him again. "You sound suspiciously patient right now, Oscar."
He shrugs. “I’m Australian. We’re built for waiting around in silence and pretending it’s fine.” A proper laugh slips through your lips this time, your laughter makes Oscar smiles too.
But his smile quickly fades, because he's watching at you like he finally understands something that you don't fully say out loud.
That you weren't broken into tiny pieces, you were just moving between different versions of yourself,
When you wake up the next morning, the light around you is too bright for the current day it is.
Media day.
The day you dread the most.
As you two continue to walk, he asks you, " Did you sleep?"
Everything is just to my, so much noise with cameras flashing in your face while they ask you questions that's laced with fake smiles. The entire day, your movements is dependent on muscle memory.
Forcing a smile when you need to, giving the safe answers to rapporters who's dream is to catch the drivers in scandals.
The entire day is full gossip, and fake news.
You always feel it coming before you even hear it. It's in the way people turn their heads to look at you while you pass them, the way conversations dip before restarting with slightly different words.
Oscar is already waiting for you in the paddock when you finally arrived slightly late due to heavy traffic. When he finally sees you, he quickly falls into step beside you naturally.
You did hesitate to answer him, since you know he'll give you a scolding. "A bit" you tried to say with your best voice. "That sounds like a big lie..." He immediately picked up on your lie. "It's a soft lie tho!" You both started laughing at where the conversation was going.
And just like that Oscar made the entire dreaded day less dreadful.
But that was until you saw him again. Arthur. He isn't as close this time, not approaching them. He's just there, leaning against the Ferrari garage wall again. He looks different from before, slightly worse.
It makes him look slightly older than the version of him thats buried inside your memories.
As you continue in your steps, it slightly slows down. Oscar notices the slower steps immediately, but he didn't ask you, he just adjusted his pace to match yours again. Arthur finally did notice you... and Oscar.
His expression wasn't very hard like last time, there was no anger, only hope this time. You didn't stop walking and neither did Arthur stop looking. And for the first time since it happened, it didn't feel like a fight waiting to happen.
It felt more like everything was finally going back to normal, but not normal at all...
The evening actually felt a lot more peaceful than usual media days. You are sitting on the edge of a stack of tires while watching a few mechanics laughing over something you couldn't hear.
You see Oscar making his way towards you and hands you water bottle while sitting down next to you.“You know,” he says casually, “if this is your version of recovery, it’s kind of impressive.”
You laugh at him and slightly bump your shoulder against his lightly. “I’m very advanced.” you joke with him. “Yeah?” You sigh and continue with, “I only emotionally implode in professional settings now.”
That makes him full on laugh with his head tipping back. His laugh sounds so comforting, so easy to be around. Right then and there you let yourself sit in that normal feeling without feeling the need to pull yourself away.
You let yourself sit with your thoughts for the first time in a while.
It feels like your air has returned back to being "normal". You let your head fall back on the padded tires, your gaze falling onto the lights above you two.
You snapped out of your thoughts by Oscar's voice, "You okay?" And for the first time you actually think about how you truly feel before you answer him. "Not yet..." you say, " but I really do believe I'm getting there." A small smile forms on Oscar rosy lips, like he understands that that's enough for now.
That's the start of your healing path.
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Warning : mean Oscar and a toxic ex-boyfriend and a smidge angst...idk
Summary : visiting Melbourne with Flo for the first race of season, leads to you meeting the most obnoxious F1 driver ever.
a/n : yayyy my first fic in weeks!!! hope y'all enjoy!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Melbourne, Australia was hot and full of noise. Most people around you were here for the same reason as you. The F1 race. The first gp of the season.
Flo had begged you to come along since you were apparently roting back home in the stables since you and your ex broke up. Though she wasn't totally wrong... but you wouldn't admit to it.
She had been dragging you around Melbourne the entire week from shop to shop. You haven't felt this happy in a while and she definitely noticed. She was your best friend after all.
When Friday eventually came along it was time for FP1, which meant it was time to surprise Lando.
You haven't seen him in about year or two because... well let's just say your ex wasn't very fond of him. Till today you couldn't get past not seeing that jerks red flags. But that wasn't the only reason, life had gotten busy. Your season with his season didn't match, different continents, different sports.
But none of that mattered the second he saw you walk into the paddock with his sister, his entire face lit up into that bright smile.
“No way!” he yelled out while jogging over, nearly eating the ground as he pulled you into a tight hug.
“There she is,” he said overly dramatically. “My favourite rider on planet earth.”
Flo walking up beside you two while scoffing, "I'm literally your sister..."
“I have two sisters, thanks for the reminder.” Lando said smugly earning a smack from Flo.
You laughed into his shoulder at their little banter. It felt so familiar and easy. They have always been that to you - easy. Not because they were pushovers or anything, but because they actually cared. They treated you like the family you never really had. Especially Lando, in his eyes you were his third sister.
And yes people had speculated about you two for years. Fans made edits and inspected your body language. Creating romance that was never there. Strangers insisting there had to be something between you two. But there never was.
Lando was the brother you never had in every way that mattered.
Lando pulled you out of your thoughts by pulling away and turning slightly to his left, "oh, and this is Oscar. Oscar Piastri"
You had to slightly look up.
And, unfortunately for your peace, Oscar Piastri was gorgeous.
He was tall, he had broad shoulders, sleepy eyes with a sharp jaw and soft lips.
He was exactly your type.
It was actually humiliating how accurate he was to your type.
You had to build up the courage to give him a sweet and polite smile and with the softest you've ever heard you're voice you said, "hi"
He barely gave you one glance.“Hey.”
It was said with a flat and dry voice. You swear you could have refrigerated meat with his cold tone.
Your smile twitched a little at his rudeness. Lando looked between you two and blinked through the awkwardness, "Right... Umm, okay..."
You immediately thought that you had maybe made up that whole interaction in your head.
But you had not.
This Oscar guy was really getting on your nerves. He had been terrible the entire weekend.
He wasn't loudly awful. That would have been easier to handle. Instead he was being subtle with his awfulness. Making very dismissive comments, replying shortly to every question you ask and even walking away mid-conversation. He also looked bored every time you spoke to someone near him, acting like you were a personal inconvenience to him.
Saturday, after qualifying you gave him a compliment on his lap time because you were seriously impressed by it.
But that feeling immediately faded away with his reply, “Thanks. Didn’t ask.”
You just started at him after that comment, not knowing what to say.
Beside you Flo almost choked on her water.
You seriously didn't know what to do anymore with the guy.
Later that day Lando pulled you aside into his driver's room and explained how it's Oscar's home race, he's probably just nervous and stressed.
You frowned at that explanation, “Stress turns him into a knob?”
“Apparently.” Lando laughed as you two started walking out his room. Outside you saw Oscar, his expression was weird, as if he was glaring at Lando.
Thinking about Lando made your mind shift back to your conversation earlier. You wanted to believe it, your really did.
But even after the race weekend, after he won his home race, he was still a jerk. You went to dinner with a few mutual friends and when you asked him if he could pass the salt. He looked you dead in the eye and slid it towards Max (F).
You actually laughed in disbelief at his pettiness.
It was fine. It was okay.
Some men were beautiful disasters.
You had made peace with it.
That night after dinner you, Lando and a few others decided to go to a club. It was fun, you most definitely needed it. But you and Lando might have gotten way too wasted. Nothing had happened. It was just more chaotic at his place. Shoes were kicked off in his living room, both of you laying down on opposite ends of his sofa, that's way to big for any home. You both were yelling over each other about terrible people.
“Oscar is so irritating,” you whined out while hitting the sofa cushion.
“He actually sounds very obsessed with you,” Lando said with a smug smirk.
“No he actually sounds emotionally constipated.”
Lando laughed so hard he nearly spilled his glass of water.
The conversation eventually reached a point where Lando started to ramble about this girl he had been seeing who took nearly seven hours to text him back with the excuse of being busy, but had time to post on Instagram.
You were so invested into his problem that you forgot yours.
“That’s like psychological warfare.” you said, still slightly slurry your words.
“THANK YOU.” he suddenly yelled, making you jump.
As you continued to listen you gave him advice here and there. And at some point he stopped talking and stood up, walked towards you, hands on your shoes and whispered, “You give amazing dating advice, dude.”
“At least someone appreciates me.”
He slightly narrowed his eyes and said with slurry words. “I’ve never seen Oscar act like that with anyone.”
“Well congratulations to me for bringing out his worst."
Lando hummed at your words then pausing.
“No,” he suddenly said quietly. “I think you bring out something else.”
You threw a cushion at him but completely missed making him laugh.
The next morning was your flight back home to England.
It was finally back to muddy boots, a overly packed schedule and a upcoming event you had been training months for.
So there was no time to think about a certain irritating F1 driver.
Naturally he was on your mind constantly.
You absolutely hated it
You had been training harder but you weren't stupid. You knew how important your horse's safety was. You knew where the line was and never dared to cross it.
When the week of the event came, your nerves where all over the place.
You've never wanted a win so bad.
The morning of the event, you were in the stables like every other day, carrying a bucket of water when you walked into something, or someone while turning around a corner.
The water went everywhere.
“Oh my God, sorry—” you said slightly freaked out.
“It’s okay. Not that big deel.” That voice sounded so familiar, it made you freeze.
You slowly looked up to meat eyes with non other than Oscar Piastri. He was crouched down infront of you, helping to steady the big bucket.
Your brain nearly short-circuited.
“Oscar?”
He gave a sheepish little smile and said, “Hi.”
“What are you doing here?”, you asked him even more confused.
“Lando invited me. I was free.” He looked around the stable area. “Always wanted to watch one of these anyway.”
You kept your gaze on him.
He looked so… different than the last time you saw him.
He was softer somehow. If that made any sense.
He had less armour surrounding his presence.
You decided to lead him towards your horse's stall. The walk was in utter silence, but atleast he helped you carry the now full water bucket.
In the stall when your horse snorted and slightly stepped forward, Oscar immediately stepped back.
You blinked at the action.
“You drive at over two hundred miles an hour,” you said slowly, teasing him, “but you’re scared of a horse?”
His ears was quickly covered in red, even spreading onto his cheeks as he quietly whispered, “We all have different fears, don’t we?”
Your laughter came out before you could stop it.
He smiled at your laugh. It was the first time you saw him smile.
And then you suddenly realised you two were standing far to close. So close you can see the little freckles that covered his nose. So close you could have felt the way his breath hitched. So close that when he leaned in and kisses you, you didn't pull away.
It was a short, warm and careful kiss. He then pulled away like he had touched fire and burned himself.
“Sorry,” he said immediately, his voice shaking. “I shouldn’t have—I just—I like you.”
Your heart stumbled at every word.
“What?” you asked, not fully believe him. He obviously knew that you didn't believe him so he continued talking. “I liked you in Australia too.”
You stared dumbfounded at him, slightly getting angry, “Then why were you so horrible?”
He winced at your words, not fully having a answer.
“A friend of ours told me you were dating someone. I thought… I don’t know. I thought I’d make distance.”
You gaped at his lame excuse.
“You could have just asked me, no?”
He opened his mouth to say something, but instead just closed it again. Because no, apparently, he could not have just asked you.
“That really does NOT give you the right to be an absolute ass, Oscar.”
“I know.” he said, his voice full of defeat.
“Then why did you do it?” you kept pestering at him.
“I don’t know!” he started to raise his voice at you. You immediately pointed to the stable door.
“Then come talk to me when you figure it out, you knob.” You shoved him out of the stable and slammed it shut.
You couldn't explain it, but you swear your horse looked impressed.
During the event, you rode angry. Which, as it turned out, was excellent for your performance.
Your round was near flawless.
Your turns were sharp, jumps clean. The communication between you and your horse was perfect.
You placed on the top step of the podium. Flo right beside you.
You looked infront of you into the crowd to see Lando screaming at the top of his lungs for you and Flo. Right next to him was Oscar, clapping his hands with a expression you couldn't quite name.
Later that night everyone was celebrating at the local club. The music was extremely loud, the lights flickering, drinks were everywhere.
Lando had found you by the bar, “You killed it today,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”
You smiled at him, then he added, “Oscar told me what happened in the stable.”
Your smile completely disappeared in mere seconds.
“I thought you liked hiiimmm?” he asked gently while dragging out his words. “I did,” you said irradiated. “Before I realised he’s pathetic and full of lame excuses.”
Lando sighed at that, because you weren't wrong.“Fair.”
You signed with him and looked over his shoulder to see Oscar. He was standing across the room, his gaze locked onto you like a man who had lost his oxygen.
“He really does like you, you know,” Lando said with a gentle voice.
You gave a sad little smile towards him.
“I know.”
Then you asked the bartender for another drink.
Because liking wasn’t enough, not after being treated like that.
Because you knew where the line was and if he doesn't even know why he treated you like that? Why even try...
It was 05:00 am when you woke up due to someone pounding at your front door.
You stumbled your way down the stairs still half-asleep in a shirt that was way to big for you and then opened the door.
Oscar stood there.
His hair was very messy, his hoodie crooked and his eyes was puffy and red-rimmed like he had been crying for hours.
“Oscar?” you asked while rubbing your sleepy eyes.
He immediately started rambling. Words tumbling out, fast and desperate.
How he’d been jealous before he knew why.
How he’d liked you the second Lando introduced you.
How seeing you close with Lando made him assume things and lash out instead of just talking to you like a normal person.
How he’d acted childish and cruel because it was easier than admitting he wanted someone he thought he couldn’t have.
How every horrible comment replayed in his head now like punishment. And then, “I love you.”
Complete silence followed...
The birds outside chirping a relaxing song while your heartbeat was thumping against your ribcage.
You saw how he swallowed hard.
“I know it’s fast. I know I don’t deserve anything. But it’s true.”
You stared at him in the pale dawn light.
This maddening, gorgeous idiot.
You loved him too.
Somewhere between the stable kiss and the way he looked wrecked by guilt, you knew.
“You are unbelievably stupid,” you angrily whispered.
His face immediately fell.
Then a gentle smile grew on your lips.
“But I somehow love you too.”
The sound he made was half a laugh, half disbelief.
Then he kissed you. A proper kiss this time.
His hands gently gripping your waist, your fingers tangled in his brownish hair as the sun started to rise, spilling gold sun rays on the doorway. When you pulled away, your breath was gone as you narrowed your eyes at him playfully.
“One more rude comment and I'm shipping my horse to Monaco and releasing him into your apartment.” Oscar nodded seriously and said, “Understood ma'am.” before laughing.
You giggled with him and then leaned in and kissed him again.
Thank you 🧡
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Warning : mean Oscar and a toxic ex-boyfriend and a smidge angst...idk
Summary : visiting Melbourne with Flo for the first race of season, leads to you meeting the most obnoxious F1 driver ever.
a/n : yayyy my first fic in weeks!!! hope y'all enjoy!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
main!masterlist
Melbourne, Australia was hot and full of noise. Most people around you were here for the same reason as you. The F1 race. The first gp of the season.
Flo had begged you to come along since you were apparently roting back home in the stables since you and your ex broke up. Though she wasn't totally wrong... but you wouldn't admit to it.
She had been dragging you around Melbourne the entire week from shop to shop. You haven't felt this happy in a while and she definitely noticed. She was your best friend after all.
When Friday eventually came along it was time for FP1, which meant it was time to surprise Lando.
You haven't seen him in about year or two because... well let's just say your ex wasn't very fond of him. Till today you couldn't get past not seeing that jerks red flags. But that wasn't the only reason, life had gotten busy. Your season with his season didn't match, different continents, different sports.
But none of that mattered the second he saw you walk into the paddock with his sister, his entire face lit up into that bright smile.
“No way!” he yelled out while jogging over, nearly eating the ground as he pulled you into a tight hug.
“There she is,” he said overly dramatically. “My favourite rider on planet earth.”
Flo walking up beside you two while scoffing, "I'm literally your sister..."
“I have two sisters, thanks for the reminder.” Lando said smugly earning a smack from Flo.
You laughed into his shoulder at their little banter. It felt so familiar and easy. They have always been that to you - easy. Not because they were pushovers or anything, but because they actually cared. They treated you like the family you never really had. Especially Lando, in his eyes you were his third sister.
And yes people had speculated about you two for years. Fans made edits and inspected your body language. Creating romance that was never there. Strangers insisting there had to be something between you two. But there never was.
Lando was the brother you never had in every way that mattered.
Lando pulled you out of your thoughts by pulling away and turning slightly to his left, "oh, and this is Oscar. Oscar Piastri"
You had to slightly look up.
And, unfortunately for your peace, Oscar Piastri was gorgeous.
He was tall, he had broad shoulders, sleepy eyes with a sharp jaw and soft lips.
He was exactly your type.
It was actually humiliating how accurate he was to your type.
You had to build up the courage to give him a sweet and polite smile and with the softest you've ever heard you're voice you said, "hi"
He barely gave you one glance.“Hey.”
It was said with a flat and dry voice. You swear you could have refrigerated meat with his cold tone.
Your smile twitched a little at his rudeness. Lando looked between you two and blinked through the awkwardness, "Right... Umm, okay..."
You immediately thought that you had maybe made up that whole interaction in your head.
But you had not.
This Oscar guy was really getting on your nerves. He had been terrible the entire weekend.
He wasn't loudly awful. That would have been easier to handle. Instead he was being subtle with his awfulness. Making very dismissive comments, replying shortly to every question you ask and even walking away mid-conversation. He also looked bored every time you spoke to someone near him, acting like you were a personal inconvenience to him.
Saturday, after qualifying you gave him a compliment on his lap time because you were seriously impressed by it.
But that feeling immediately faded away with his reply, “Thanks. Didn’t ask.”
You just started at him after that comment, not knowing what to say.
Beside you Flo almost choked on her water.
You seriously didn't know what to do anymore with the guy.
Later that day Lando pulled you aside into his driver's room and explained how it's Oscar's home race, he's probably just nervous and stressed.
You frowned at that explanation, “Stress turns him into a knob?”
“Apparently.” Lando laughed as you two started walking out his room. Outside you saw Oscar, his expression was weird, as if he was glaring at Lando.
Thinking about Lando made your mind shift back to your conversation earlier. You wanted to believe it, your really did.
But even after the race weekend, after he won his home race, he was still a jerk. You went to dinner with a few mutual friends and when you asked him if he could pass the salt. He looked you dead in the eye and slid it towards Max (F).
You actually laughed in disbelief at his pettiness.
It was fine. It was okay.
Some men were beautiful disasters.
You had made peace with it.
That night after dinner you, Lando and a few others decided to go to a club. It was fun, you most definitely needed it. But you and Lando might have gotten way too wasted. Nothing had happened. It was just more chaotic at his place. Shoes were kicked off in his living room, both of you laying down on opposite ends of his sofa, that's way to big for any home. You both were yelling over each other about terrible people.
“Oscar is so irritating,” you whined out while hitting the sofa cushion.
“He actually sounds very obsessed with you,” Lando said with a smug smirk.
“No he actually sounds emotionally constipated.”
Lando laughed so hard he nearly spilled his glass of water.
The conversation eventually reached a point where Lando started to ramble about this girl he had been seeing who took nearly seven hours to text him back with the excuse of being busy, but had time to post on Instagram.
You were so invested into his problem that you forgot yours.
“That’s like psychological warfare.” you said, still slightly slurry your words.
“THANK YOU.” he suddenly yelled, making you jump.
As you continued to listen you gave him advice here and there. And at some point he stopped talking and stood up, walked towards you, hands on your shoes and whispered, “You give amazing dating advice, dude.”
“At least someone appreciates me.”
He slightly narrowed his eyes and said with slurry words. “I’ve never seen Oscar act like that with anyone.”
“Well congratulations to me for bringing out his worst."
Lando hummed at your words then pausing.
“No,” he suddenly said quietly. “I think you bring out something else.”
You threw a cushion at him but completely missed making him laugh.
The next morning was your flight back home to England.
It was finally back to muddy boots, a overly packed schedule and a upcoming event you had been training months for.
So there was no time to think about a certain irritating F1 driver.
Naturally he was on your mind constantly.
You absolutely hated it
You had been training harder but you weren't stupid. You knew how important your horse's safety was. You knew where the line was and never dared to cross it.
When the week of the event came, your nerves where all over the place.
You've never wanted a win so bad.
The morning of the event, you were in the stables like every other day, carrying a bucket of water when you walked into something, or someone while turning around a corner.
The water went everywhere.
“Oh my God, sorry—” you said slightly freaked out.
“It’s okay. Not that big deel.” That voice sounded so familiar, it made you freeze.
You slowly looked up to meat eyes with non other than Oscar Piastri. He was crouched down infront of you, helping to steady the big bucket.
Your brain nearly short-circuited.
“Oscar?”
He gave a sheepish little smile and said, “Hi.”
“What are you doing here?”, you asked him even more confused.
“Lando invited me. I was free.” He looked around the stable area. “Always wanted to watch one of these anyway.”
You kept your gaze on him.
He looked so… different than the last time you saw him.
He was softer somehow. If that made any sense.
He had less armour surrounding his presence.
You decided to lead him towards your horse's stall. The walk was in utter silence, but atleast he helped you carry the now full water bucket.
In the stall when your horse snorted and slightly stepped forward, Oscar immediately stepped back.
You blinked at the action.
“You drive at over two hundred miles an hour,” you said slowly, teasing him, “but you’re scared of a horse?”
His ears was quickly covered in red, even spreading onto his cheeks as he quietly whispered, “We all have different fears, don’t we?”
Your laughter came out before you could stop it.
He smiled at your laugh. It was the first time you saw him smile.
And then you suddenly realised you two were standing far to close. So close you can see the little freckles that covered his nose. So close you could have felt the way his breath hitched. So close that when he leaned in and kisses you, you didn't pull away.
It was a short, warm and careful kiss. He then pulled away like he had touched fire and burned himself.
“Sorry,” he said immediately, his voice shaking. “I shouldn’t have—I just—I like you.”
Your heart stumbled at every word.
“What?” you asked, not fully believe him. He obviously knew that you didn't believe him so he continued talking. “I liked you in Australia too.”
You stared dumbfounded at him, slightly getting angry, “Then why were you so horrible?”
He winced at your words, not fully having a answer.
“A friend of ours told me you were dating someone. I thought… I don’t know. I thought I’d make distance.”
You gaped at his lame excuse.
“You could have just asked me, no?”
He opened his mouth to say something, but instead just closed it again. Because no, apparently, he could not have just asked you.
“That really does NOT give you the right to be an absolute ass, Oscar.”
“I know.” he said, his voice full of defeat.
“Then why did you do it?” you kept pestering at him.
“I don’t know!” he started to raise his voice at you. You immediately pointed to the stable door.
“Then come talk to me when you figure it out, you knob.” You shoved him out of the stable and slammed it shut.
You couldn't explain it, but you swear your horse looked impressed.
During the event, you rode angry. Which, as it turned out, was excellent for your performance.
Your round was near flawless.
Your turns were sharp, jumps clean. The communication between you and your horse was perfect.
You placed on the top step of the podium. Flo right beside you.
You looked infront of you into the crowd to see Lando screaming at the top of his lungs for you and Flo. Right next to him was Oscar, clapping his hands with a expression you couldn't quite name.
Later that night everyone was celebrating at the local club. The music was extremely loud, the lights flickering, drinks were everywhere.
Lando had found you by the bar, “You killed it today,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”
You smiled at him, then he added, “Oscar told me what happened in the stable.”
Your smile completely disappeared in mere seconds.
“I thought you liked hiiimmm?” he asked gently while dragging out his words. “I did,” you said irradiated. “Before I realised he’s pathetic and full of lame excuses.”
Lando sighed at that, because you weren't wrong.“Fair.”
You signed with him and looked over his shoulder to see Oscar. He was standing across the room, his gaze locked onto you like a man who had lost his oxygen.
“He really does like you, you know,” Lando said with a gentle voice.
You gave a sad little smile towards him.
“I know.”
Then you asked the bartender for another drink.
Because liking wasn’t enough, not after being treated like that.
Because you knew where the line was and if he doesn't even know why he treated you like that? Why even try...
It was 05:00 am when you woke up due to someone pounding at your front door.
You stumbled your way down the stairs still half-asleep in a shirt that was way to big for you and then opened the door.
Oscar stood there.
His hair was very messy, his hoodie crooked and his eyes was puffy and red-rimmed like he had been crying for hours.
“Oscar?” you asked while rubbing your sleepy eyes.
He immediately started rambling. Words tumbling out, fast and desperate.
How he’d been jealous before he knew why.
How he’d liked you the second Lando introduced you.
How seeing you close with Lando made him assume things and lash out instead of just talking to you like a normal person.
How he’d acted childish and cruel because it was easier than admitting he wanted someone he thought he couldn’t have.
How every horrible comment replayed in his head now like punishment. And then, “I love you.”
Complete silence followed...
The birds outside chirping a relaxing song while your heartbeat was thumping against your ribcage.
You saw how he swallowed hard.
“I know it’s fast. I know I don’t deserve anything. But it’s true.”
You stared at him in the pale dawn light.
This maddening, gorgeous idiot.
You loved him too.
Somewhere between the stable kiss and the way he looked wrecked by guilt, you knew.
“You are unbelievably stupid,” you angrily whispered.
His face immediately fell.
Then a gentle smile grew on your lips.
“But I somehow love you too.”
The sound he made was half a laugh, half disbelief.
Then he kissed you. A proper kiss this time.
His hands gently gripping your waist, your fingers tangled in his brownish hair as the sun started to rise, spilling gold sun rays on the doorway. When you pulled away, your breath was gone as you narrowed your eyes at him playfully.
“One more rude comment and I'm shipping my horse to Monaco and releasing him into your apartment.” Oscar nodded seriously and said, “Understood ma'am.” before laughing.
You giggled with him and then leaned in and kissed him again.
Thank you 🧡
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A few weeks ago I made a post saying I’d have more time to write and would be posting more often. That didn’t happen, and I owe you all an explanation.
While I was out for a day, someone had broken into my house and stole a few of my things, including my table. The device I write on and the only device my Tumblr account was logged into. For several reasons, my account wasn’t connected to any of my other devices. I also, very intelligently, never saved my login details anywhere, so once my tablet was gone, I was locked out completely.
And before anyone asks why I didn’t just replace it immediately: I’m broke. I had to save up for the original tablet myself when I was 14, and I had to do the same all over again for a new one, which I actually should have done a while ago. That tablet was so old, but anyway it wasn’t something I could fix overnight.
Today I finally managed to get back into my account, which is why I’m able to post this now. Safe to say, I will absolutely be saving my login information from now on because I refuse to learn this lesson twice.
I also saw the asks I got while I was logged out. To the people who were patient and kind: thank you so much. To the people who decided to send me hate without knowing a single thing about what happened: maybe think twice before pressing send. And to the person who sent me a death threat, I hope whatever is hurting you gets healed, because sending that to someone who has openly spoken about struggling with mental health says far more about you than it does about me.
Another thing: my exams are starting, so I won’t be able to post as much as I’d like. My education has to come first right now. But I promise I’ll still be writing whenever I get the chance and posting whenever I can. (I'll try my best I promise)
Anyway. I’m back now. Things have been rough, but I’m here, and I’ll start sorting through asks and writing again when I can.
Item: A Stranger You Meet Along The Way
Rarity: ✶ Rare
Favorite NPC of all time?
Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.
probably the random NPCs that have way more personality than they should. like the shopkeepers or side characters that just stick with you for no reason
if I had to pick one though, Paarthurnax from Skyrim. bro just sits on a mountain dropping wisdom and casually used to be a villain?? iconic
AHHH PLEASE TELL ME YOU'LL BE OPEN TO WRITE FICS FOR SOME OF THE CHARACTERS / CAST OF THE LIVE ACTION
(Sorry for yelling, just very excited 😝)
AHH no you’re totally fine, I love the excitement 😝
And yes!! I am a One Piece fan. I’ve been into the anime for a while and the live action honestly made me fall in love with the story all over again. The cast is amazing, so I’d definitely be open to writing fics for the characters.
I’m also a big anime fan in general. If you have any characters or ideas you’d like to see, feel free to send them my way 👀
finally had time to finish season 2 of one piece (live action) and i honestly loved it.
but the most important thing we need to talk about… chopper.
i was a little worried about how they’d handle him in live action, but they did a really good job. the cgi looks great, his expressions are perfect, and the voice acting makes him even more endearing. they captured that shy, awkward, lovable side of him so well. and seeing him cry was actually heartbreaking.
i swear every time he showed up on screen i just wanted to pick him up and put him in my pocket. he’s genuinely one of the cutest characters i’ve ever seen in a live action adaptation.
anyway. 10/10. would protect chopper with my life. (I mean look at the little doctor)
I’ve literally been waiting for this 😭 So glad you’re feeling better and the writing motivation is back. Now please keep feeding us your amazing work because I’m seated and ready
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AHH this is so sweet 😭 thank you!!
I really missed writing and posting, so it means a lot that you were still waiting for it. The motivation finally came back and I’m running with it, so hopefully there’ll be a lot more soon. Thanks for sticking around 🫶
