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@op81biggestfan
call me avu, she / her,
i write for formula one!!
my tag : #f1avu
mainly oscar piastri, lando norris, kimi antonelli, max verstappen, liam lawson but i’ll take reqs for anyone tho!!
reqs open < pls request
other accounts : @k1owii (football)
my main acc is @llaaavu but i don’t post anything there
masterlists
📁 formula one
📂 oscar piastri
oscar piastri masterlist
future to tell - driver!y/n x oscar piastri
smau + writing, a series
between the lines : part one part two - lando norris sister! reader x oscar piastri
writing, multiple part
polar opposites - gf!reader x oscar piastri
smau, oneshot, no faceclaim
invisible girlfriend - gf!reader x oscar piastri
smau, oneshot, no faceclaim
digi cam mayhem - gf!reader x oscar piastri
smau, oneshot, no faceclaim,
angel shot - reader x oscar piastri
oneshot, writing, fluff
off the record - tennis player!reader x oscar piastri
smau, secret relationship, no faceclaim
protective!boyfriend!oscar piastri - gf!reader x oscar piastri
written, headcanons
there are some times where i really despise this app.
cause wdym i wrote atleast 1000 words for an smau im working on and it didn’t save bc one of the media files isn’t supported by the app.
i think i genuienly quit re writing it. it was such a good idea too. just destroy me bro
Can you do one where the reader is at a club/bar and asks for an angel shot and either oscar, lando or kimi hear it and decide to help her out, please?
angel shot — oscar piastri x reader oneshot
req^^
a.n i actually despise how i wrote the ending. i’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, i tried so hard but i couldn’t imagine an idea with this rec. it’s been laying in my notes app for days with no ending so i decided to buff up and finally finish it.
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it was supposed to be a fun night and for the most part, it had been.
music vibrated through the floor, lights flashed across the crowded room, and every few seconds someone bumped into your shoulder as they squeezed past. you had been there with your friends for most of the night, laughing, dancing and occasionally disappearing into the crowd before finding each other again.
until you went back to the bar by yourself.
you leaned against the counter, waiting patiently while the bartender finished serving someone else. you glanced over your shoulder at your friends, who were still dancing a few metres away.
that was when a man stepped beside you.“you here alone?”
you gave him a polite smile. “no, i’m with my friends.”
he nodded, but instead of leaving, he stayed.
you shifted slightly away from him.
“they over there?”
you didn’t answer.
he leaned closer, trying to speak over the music, and you instinctively stepped back.
you didn’t want to make a scene.
you just wanted your drinks.
when the bartender finally turned toward you, you caught his attention. “can i get an angel shot, please?”
the bartender’s expression changed almost immediately. he gave you a small nod. “of course.”
you exhaled quietly.
you didn’t notice the person a few places down the bar glance over.
oscar had been there with lando and a couple of friends, mostly keeping to himself while everyone else talked. he’d been nursing the same drink for ages, half-listening to the conversation around him.
but he’d heard you and he’d noticed the bartender’s reaction.
his eyes flicked toward you, then toward the man standing beside you. oscar didn’t know exactly what had happened but he could tell that man was completely unwanted.
he quietly stood up, causing lando to look at him.
“where are you going?”
“just helping someone out.” oscar walked toward the bar, keeping his expression calm.
he stopped beside you, close enough that you could hear him without him having to raise his voice.
“hey, love.”
you looked over.
he gave you a small smile. “who’s this guy you are talking to?”
the man beside you looked between the two of you. “you know him?”
oscar didn’t hesitate. “yeah. i’m her boyfriend.”
you stared at him for half a second, a bit shocked.
oscar gave you the tiniest glance, silently checking that you were okay with the act.
you caught on almost immediately.
“yeah,” you said quietly. “my boyfriend.”
the man’s expression changed. “oh.”
oscar casually rested his hand against the bar beside yours, keeping a respectful distance while maintaining the impression that the two of you knew each other well.
“everything okay?” he asked you.
you nodded.
“yeah. i was just waiting for you.”
oscar smiled. “sorry. took me a while to find you.”
the man looked increasingly uncomfortable. “right. well, i’ll leave you two to it.”
“thanks,” oscar said simply.
the man disappeared into the crowd. you watched until you couldn’t see him anymore and only then did your shoulders finally relax.
oscar noticed. “you okay?”
you nodded. “yeah. thank you.”
“don’t worry about it.”
he looked toward the bartender, who gave him a subtle nod. “want to go back to your friends?”
you hesitated. “could you come with me?”
“of course.” he waited until you had your drinks before walking beside you through the crowd.
he made sure to not pull you along.
he just stayed close, making sure you didn’t get separated again.
when you reached your friends, they immediately noticed oscar.
one of them stared. “wait-“
another looked between you and oscar. “is that oscar piastri?”
you gave an awkward little laugh. “yea..”
your friends looked confused at your slightly tense face. “what happened?”
you shook your head. “nothing. it’s okay now.”
your best friend could easily tell you were lying but decided to ask later since you were desperately trying to converse about anything else.
oscar glanced at you. “you sure?”
“yeah.”
he nodded. “good.”
one of your friends looked suspiciously between the two of you. “new boyfriend?”
you nearly choked on your drink.
oscar quickly answered. “fake boyfriend.”
your friend blinked. “oh.”
“long story,” you muttered.
oscar smiled. “very long.”
your friends eventually went back to dancing, leaving you standing beside oscar.
you looked at him. “thank you.. i really appreciate it even though you had to introduce yourself as my boyfriend.”
he shrugged. “seemed like the quickest way to get him to leave.”
“you didn’t even hesitate.”
“didn’t really have time to.”
you laughed softly. “you’re right.”
oscar glanced toward the bar. “do you want to stay, or would you rather go somewhere quieter?”
you thought about it. “i think i’ll stay. i’m okay now.”
“alright.” he nodded. “i’ll stay nearby, then.”
you frowned. “you don’t have to.”
“i know.” he smiled. “i want to make sure you’re okay.”
later, when you stepped outside for some fresh air, the congested crowd in the bar becoming too much for you, oscar followed a little while after.
you sat on the low wall outside, listening to the muffled music coming through the doors.
oscar stood nearby. “you okay?”
“much.”
he nodded.
“i’m actually kind of scared.”
oscar’s expression softened. “i know.”
“how?”
“no one leaves a such an environment, especially without their friends, unless they feel it’s to much”
you looked down. “i didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
“you didn’t. asking for help isn’t making a big deal.”
you looked up at him. “even asking the bartender for an angel shot?”
“especially that.”
you smiled faintly. “thank you for hearing me.”
“anytime.” he leaned back against the wall. “and for the record, i’m pretty sure that was the easiest fake relationship i’ve ever been in.”
you laughed. “you were very convincing.”
“had to be.” oscar gave you a small, reassuring smile. “you needed someone to have your back.”
you looked toward the entrance. “you’re a good person, piastri.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
he stayed outside with you until you felt comfortable to head back inside, making sure you never had to walk back into the crowded bar alone when you were ready.
when he parted ways with you, since lando was looking for him, he couldn’t help but occasionally glance at the crowd to see your face. to make sure you were okay.
and when he saw you had finally gone back to dancing again, a big grin on your face, he smiled knowing that you were no longing dwelling on it.
no one should have their night ruined because of an uncomfortable situation.
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Hi, can I please request a smau with Oscar secretly dating a tennis player and their relationship gets leaked / soft launched? Thank you so much! ♥️
ofcourse!
here it is
off the record — oscar piastri x tennis player!reader
requested here
when you accidentally expose your secret relationship with oscar, you both decide to soft launch eachother
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instagram — @ oscarpiastri added to his story
oscarpiastri good day 👍
replies:
user01 oscar has been extremely obsessed with tennis lately
user02 pls don’t become a profession tennis player
user04 oscar piastri posting from a tennis court when he literally has no reason to be there???
user03 he’s been suspiciously interested in tennis lately…
instagram — @ ynlntennis added to her story
ynlntennis post-practice treat 🎾
replies:
tennisgirlie where did you get that cap from?
oscarfan WAIT A DANG MINUTE
mclarenfan isn’t that oscar’s cap??
ynfan girl delete this immediately
yourbsf BABE
lando -> oscar
twitter / X
oscar -> you
three days later
instagram — @ ynlntennis just posted
liked by oscarpiastri, larocheposay, yourbsf and 418K others
ynlntennis lately 🤍
comments:
user01 soft launch?
oscarpiastri 🤍
-> ynlntennis 💗
user03 DOES ANYONE NOT SEE THE LA ROCHE POSAY SIGN?? IN THE FIRST SLIDE??? ARE WE EXPECTING A COLLAB?
lilymunihe FINALLY
alexalbon me and lily don’t need to be quiet now WE LOVE OSCARYN
-> ynlntennis WE LOVE ALILY
-> georgerussel what about galexily
-> alexalbon yes
ynsbiggestfan AWWW THE HOLDING HANDS
larocheposay 🤭🤭 (liked by creator)
mclarenf1 👀
landonorris took you both long enough
-> ynlntennis 😐
instagram - @ oscarpiastri posted
liked by ynln, logansargeant, alexalbon and 418K others
oscarpiastri lately 🤍
comments
landonorris finally posted her
landonorris no way you copied the same caption as her 😭
-> oscarpiastri😐
user04 this is so cheesy and cute
ynln when did you take that photo of me
-> oscarpiastri a few days ago
user7 the funniest part is that they’ve probably been dating for like a year and thought nobody noticed
f1fan OSCAR PIASTRI HAS SOFT LAUNCHED HIS TENNIS PLAYER GIRLFRIEND 😭😭😭
-> ynsbiggestfan Y/N DID IT FIRST
logansargeant so happy for ya mate
-> oscarpiastri 🧡🧡
georgerussel how about a galexilynoscarmen tennis match soon
-> oscarpiastri what is this
-> ynlntennis it’s george, alex, lily, me and you, and carmen
-> oscarpiastri so like a cake
-> alexalbon ME AND LILY WILL DESTROY YOU ALL
-> ynlntennis i’ve been teaching my skills to oscar just you wait
-> carmenmundt y/n go easy on me please 🤧
-> ynlntennis only for you..
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hey!! i just wanted to say don't be discouraged by the likes! your writing is awesome & i've noticed that my lando works get less attention than others too 💕
GIRL I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH AND I HAVE READ SOME OF YOURS RECENTLY 🤧🤧
your writing is straight peak!!
ᯓ𝄞 now playing; roommates, by malcom todd ˎˊ˗
“ i wanna tell you i love you, but i cannot reach you. ”
angst, dead reader, grief, hallucinations, therapy
everyone keeps telling him grief comes in waves. but they’re wrong.
for max, it comes in moments.
it’s reaching over to the passenger seat because he wants to tell you something funny before remembering there’s no one there.
it’s hearing the front door click open after another race weekend and calling your name before the apartment answers with silence.
it’s buying two coffees without thinking.
it’s forgetting over and over again and not remembering you’re gone.
gone from his life.
gone from everyone else’s.
…
“you’re late.” your voice floats through the kitchen.
he looks up from unlacing his shoes to find you standing by the counter, arms folded across one of his oversized hoodies.
your hair is still damp and you’re drinking tea from a mug that was stolen from his again.
“traffic,” he mutters, dropping his bag by the door.
you roll your eyes and chuckle. “liar.”
he laughs. “okay… i stopped for food.”
“that’s better.” you smile.
the same smile that always made the hardest weekends feel smaller.
“come here.” you softly let out.
he crosses the room without thinking and you wrap your arms around his waist.
it feels warm.
real even.
he buries his face into your hair. “i missed you.”
“i know.” your fingers scratch lightly through the back of his shirt. “i missed you too.. so much.”
someone knocks.
the sound startles him.
he blinks up, the kitchen is empty and the hoodie hanging over the chair isn’t moving.
his mug is exactly where he left it this morning. cold and untouched.
the knocking comes again.
gp (if you dont know him he is max’s race engineer) is standing outside.
max opens the door.
“ready?”
he stares at him. “for?”
gp’s smile fades. “the memorial.”
…
he doesn’t remember driving there.
only that suddenly he’s standing in front of polished white stone with your full name carved neatly into it. fresh flowers lay on the side.
your favourites. the same ones he used to bring weekly for the vase in your room.
he knew you had always loved flowers.
letters from loved ones and photographs filled the rest of the space.
he stares at the date beneath your name.
it still doesn’t look real.
he crouches down and runs his fingers across the engraving. “i forgot again.”
his voice barely exists. “for a second…”
he laughs quietly. “…you were making fun of me for getting takeaway.”
his throat tightens. “you looked so real.”
the breeze moves through the trees like a silent comfort.
yet it doesn’t do much to aid his broken heart.
…
it starts happening more often.
you’re on the couch, legs thrown over his lap while he watches onboard footage, you’re humming in the shower or you’re either asleep when he climbs into bed after a late flight.
you’re always there. until you aren’t.
sometimes the illusion lasts seconds. sometimes hours.
once he spent an entire evening talking to you, telling you about qualifying, complaining about tyre temperatures and asking what you wanted for dinner.
you answered every question, laughed at every joke. you were right there.
he even kissed your forehead before bed.
the next morning he wakes up hugging your pillow. the other side of the mattress untouched and cold.
he cries until he can’t breathe.
…
his mum starts visiting more often and so does victoria.
they never say anything when they find him staring into empty rooms.
sometimes they hear him laughing and those days hurt the most because they know exactly who he’s talking to.
…
“max.” you stand in the balcony doorway.
the sunset paints everything gold, the soft hue of yellow painted perfectly on your skin. “come watch.”
he smiles immediately. “be right there.”
you hold your hand out and he takes it.
your fingers fit perfectly between his like they always did.
you lean against the railing together “pretty.” you mutter, looking out.
“yeah.” he looks at you instead.
you catch him staring. “what?”
“nothing.”
“you’re looking at me.”
“i know.”
you laugh. “why?”
his eyes soften. “just making sure i remember.”
your smile falters “remember what?”
he never wants to forget your face. your laugh. the way your nose scrunches when you smile too hard. the tiny scar on your wrist. the freckles across your shoulders.
every little thing.
but lately they’ve started fading.
he can remember your voice, your eyes and your warmth but the exact shape of your smile… sometimes it slips away and that terrifies him more than death ever could.
tears gather in his eyes.
“max?” you step closer anf lift your hand to his cheek. “hey…” your thumb brushes away a tear. “i’m right here.”
he leans into your touch, closes his eyes, takes one shaking breath and opens them again.
the balcony is empty. his cheek is dry.
the sun has almost disappeared.
he is alone.
again.
you are not here.
you are gone.
…
the therapist tells him something he hates.“she isn’t the one leaving.”
max frowns. “what?”
“the hallucinations are.”
he looks away. “i don’t want them to.”
“i know.”
“they’re all i have.”
the room falls quiet.
after a while, the therapist asks softly “what if loving her isn’t the same as needing to see her?”
he doesn’t answer because he doesn’t know.
he needs to see you.
he needs to know that you’re okay.
he needs you.
…
months pass and the hallucinations become quieter. less frequent.
not because he misses you less but because his mind slowly stops searching every room for you.
one evening he unlocks the apartment after a long day.
for the first time he doesn’t expect you to answer. and it hurts.
god, it hurts so much.
but it’s the truth.
the cold, heartbreaking truth.
he places his keys in the bowl, sets his bag down and walks to the balcony.
the sunset spills across the skyline and he smiles through wet eyes. “you would’ve liked this one.”
the wind brushes against his face. he imagines, just for a second, that it’s your hand. that the wind is sending him an embrace on your behalf, to remind him that you are there. always with him.
he lets himself have that second.
loving you was never the hard part, living without you was and after everything he finally understands that moving forward isn’t leaving you behind.
it’s carrying you with him without asking his heart to pretend you’re still waiting at home.
so whenever he wins a race or accomplishes something good in his life, he finds himself infront you, staring out into the sunset with a bouquet of said favourites in his hand.
but this time, he isn’t upset.
he is content. content with the fact that you are always here. right infront of him.
and you will always hold a special place in his heart.
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protective!boyfriend!oscar piastri imagines
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protective bf oscar piastri who always keeps a hand on you in crowded places, not because he thinks you can’t handle yourself, but because he likes knowing you’re right there with him. his thumb gently brushes over your hand while he guides you through busy paddocks, airports, and events.
protective bf oscar piastri who notices when something is wrong before you even say anything. he catches the way your smile fades, the way you get quieter, or the way you start looking for an escape from a situation.
protective bf oscar piastri who always makes sure you’re comfortable first. if a restaurant is too loud, a room is too crowded, or you’re feeling overwhelmed, he’s already finding a solution before you have to ask.
protective bf oscar piastri who subtly steps in when someone makes you uncomfortable. he won’t make a scene, he won’t embarrass you—he’ll just appear beside you with a calm expression and make it clear you’re not alone.
protective bf oscar piastri who always walks closest to the road when you’re together. when you tease him about it, he just shrugs and says, “habit,” even though you know it’s because he cares.
protective bf oscar piastri who waits until you’re safely inside before driving away. even if it’s late, even if he’s tired, he stays until he knows you’re okay.
protective bf oscar piastri who texts you after you go out with friends. “let me know when you get home.” it’s never demanding, just a little reminder that someone is thinking about you.
protective bf oscar piastri who stays awake when you forget to reply because he knows you’re probably just busy, but he still wants to see that little message saying you’re home safe.
protective bf oscar piastri who keeps his hoodie ready for you because he knows you’ll complain about being cold five minutes after leaving the house.
protective bf oscar piastri who carries your bags, fixes little problems for you, and remembers tiny details you don’t even realise you’ve mentioned.
protective bf oscar piastri who becomes extra gentle when you’re upset. he’ll pull you into his arms, listen to everything you have to say, and remind you that you don’t have to deal with everything alone.
protective bf oscar piastri who makes sure you eat during long race weekends because he knows you get distracted and forget. he’ll quietly hand you food and give you that look when you try to say you’re “not hungry.”
protective bf oscar piastri who always looks for you after races before doing anything else. no matter how the race went, finding you is the first thing he wants.
protective bf oscar piastri who shields you from overwhelming media attention by standing beside you, answering when needed, and making sure you get a moment to breathe.
protective bf oscar piastri who never tries to control you. he loves that you’re independent, but he’ll always be the person you can lean on when things get too much.
protective bf oscar piastri who quietly reminds you that you’re loved every day, not just through words, but through every small thing he does.
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invisible girlfriend — oscar piastri x reader smau
everyone knows oscar has a girlfriend. nobody has ever actually seen her.
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twitter / X — @ f1updates
f1updates oscar piastri confirms he has a girlfriend of 2 years in a new interview.
[ interview plays ]
interviewer: “congratulations on p1. how are you feeling?”
oscar: “i am obviously quite proud of myself and the team. it was a fair race, budapest is always fun, and the team was excellent today.”
interviewer: “any plans for celebration?”
oscar: “yeah gonna go out with my girl”
interviewer: “your girl? is there a partner we don’t know about?”
oscar: “uhh yeah.” (he seems to realise what he just said) “we’ve been together for two years.”
interviewer: “that is quite a suprise! was your girlfriend here this weekend?”
oscar: “yeah.”
interviewer: “will we finally meet her?”
oscar: “…probably not.” (he smiles to himself, causing the interviewer to chuckle)
[interview ends]
comments :
papayaland show us then??
gridgirlies i swear he mentioned having a partner a while back but it was during he just joined so no one really cared 💔
user04 how did we not know this..
-> user05 no cause 2 YEARS??
user55 they are very good at keeping themselves hidden
user23 it’s like we never knew oscar 💔
user90 I NEED TO SEE HER 🤤
-> maxverstappenfan SHES DEFFO FINEEE
instagram — @ oscarpiastri just posted!
liked by ynln, landonorris, mclarenf1, f1 and 3.2M others
oscarpiastri a celebration was in order and much needed.
comments:
landonorris you are not even trying to hide it 🤣
-> oscarpiastri 🤷♂️
mclarenf1 celebrations without us?
user45 THATS MY AUSTRALIAN 🇦🇺 🥇
user99 i have no one to talk to this abt
user12 does this count as a soft launch
op81fan WE NEED TO SEE HER
meow8 don’t be shy! we would all love to see her
opeightyone all u guys dragging his s/o when he js got first. you fake fans never fail to amuse me 😂
-> user4 can we not be happy???
-> user56 are you even a real fan smh 🤦♀️ we never dismissed his win. he’s a good driver with a good team. we are proud of him 👏
-> oscarpiastea881 fr like name me what year oscar won f2 championship and then i’ll see who’s the fake fan.
twitter / X — @ yourfavdetective
yourfavdetective ZOOM IN. there’s a reflection in the spoon.
-> user05 ENHANCE IT
-> op81ispeak don’t we seem a bit creepy now? tone it down 💀
-> user07 this has to be some form of harassment or stalking
-> f1andillitforlife it probably is! this is insane!
-> user009 i really wish they would show eachother!!!! ughhh
-> user7 this is probably why oscar hasn’t revealed her yet. you guys are so weird
-> user11 i agree! why can’t we respect people’s privacy?
[ this tweet has now been deleted ]
instagram — @ ynln added to their story!
ynln a great week with great food :)
twitter / X — @ f1detective
guys i was scrolling through lando’s follows. check @ ynln ‘s story right now!!!!! shes posted same coffee, same table, same day, same hour too as oscar piastri!
could she be the mystery wag???
she doesn’t post photos of herself unfortunately.. i couldn’t find anything abt her! she doesn’t even have highlights!
-> papayaland YOU’RE SO RIGHT TF??? THAT MEANS THEY WERE TOGETHER
-> f1girl I WISH WE KNEW HOW SHE LOOKED AHHH
-> user7 the stalking gets to a point vro
-> user12 ppl have way to much free time bc wdym “scrolling through landos follows” 😭🙏
-> user14 the fact that you couldn’t keep this to yourself to respect y/n’s privacy tells me a lot about you.
-> op81eightyone as long as oscar and y/n are happy we shouldn’t have to worry about anything else!
twitter / X — @ paddockphotos
paddockphotos some photos of y/n from this weekends race! no photos with y/n’s face have been taken
user01 WDYM NO PHOTOS OF Y/N HAVE BEEN TAKEN???
-> user02 fr! theres so many photographers in the paddock! how did no one capture even a single glimpse?
user04 HER HAIRRR 😍
user06 y/n give us a haircare routine!!!!
user77 i love her style so much
-> user19 literally simple but so elegant at the same time
user56 my favourite WAG
user23 surely one of us has seen how y/n looks like.
user89 i wish i was y/n
-> user022 I WISH I WAS OSCAR. IMAGINE WAKING UP TO SEE A BEAUTY ONLY YOU CAN SEE AND NO ONE ELSE KNOWS !
instagram — @ landonorris posted to his story
liked by mclarenf1, oscarpiastri, ynln and 2.3M others
landonorris dinner with papaya
(a photo of a mclaren dinner party, you are not in the photo because you stood up to go get dessert)
comments:
f1girl ofcourse y/n isn’t in the frame
-> user01 yeah like what a coincidence
-> ynln timing is everything 🤭
-> landonorris yeah i don’t get paid enough for this
-> f1girl WHAT THE FLIP. DID Y/N SEE MY COMMENT AND RESPOND???
-> user78 LANDO TECHNICALLY DID TOO
papayaland IM GONNA SCREAM
ln4ispeak LANDO LOOKS SO GOOD 😳
user64 i’d demolish that food in a second
user05 lando’s jawline 🤤
user87 can we have a curl routine lando cause how tf do your curls turn out so perfect and curly???
op8tyone y/n is like an easter egg 😭😭
-> user34 gta 6 will release before we find her.
-> ynln HAHA
-> user34 ok these surprise replies from y/n sre scaring me…
twitter / X — @ f1clips
f1clips interview recently with oscar piastri, more specifically about y/n.
[clip plays]
interviewer: “people think your girlfriend doesn’t exist.”
oscar: “she does.”
interviewer: “yes but more specifically, proof?”
oscar: “i’ve seen her.”
[clip end]
comments:
papayaland HE IS SO USELESS 😭😭
user66 I YEARN FOR Y/N
user02 sharing is caring
user23 atp she might be fake 😭
instagram — oscarpiastri added to their story
oscarpiastri happy anniversary ❤️
-> ynln happy anniversary love ❤️❤️
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twitter / X — @ f1girl posted
breaking news: oscar piastri’s girlfriend, y/n l/n, has officially become the most famous person nobody has ever seen.
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Your writing is so good I loved the Lando fic
awww don’t make me blush 🥹🥹
THIS MADE MY DAY LIKE SERIOUSLY.
I THOUGHT IT WAS BAD BECAUSE NO ONE WAS LIKING… perhaps we aren’t in a lando mood 😣😣
polar opposites — oscar piastri x reader smau
everyone knows oscar piastri as the quiet, calm, slightly sarcastic f1 driver. nobody expected his girlfriend(you) to be the complete opposite
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ynln summer break consisted of me annoying this guy and him pretending he hates it 🌞
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oscarpiastri unfortunately accurate
-> ynln you know im always right bby
landonorris “pretending”
-> ynln don’t encourage him
-> landonorris too late
yourbsf the crab ????
-> ynln osc was delighted when he found it
user4 oscar’s smile at the end 😭
user5 Y/N’S BODY IS TEA🔥😍
user9 the way oscar took the first photo 🥹
twitter / x — @ f1fanaccount posted!
oscar piastri’s girlfriend is actually the funniest person ever because why is she the only person who can bully him and get away with it 😭
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twitter / x — @ mclarenupdates posted!
oscar: calm, collected, professional
his girlfriend: “he cried when his lego car broke”
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instagram — @ ynln added to their story!
[story plays]
you: “how long have you been working on that?”
oscar: “three hours.”
you: “and what have you achieved?”
oscar: “progress.”
you: “the lego set is literally upside down.”
oscar: “…leave.”
[story ends]
twitter / x — @ papayafanf1 posted
OSCAR PIASTRI HAS BEEN EXPOSED AS A LEGO ENTHUSIAST BY HIS OWN GIRLFRIEND
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twitter / x — @ oscarpiastri posted
i would like to clarify that i was not exposed.
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-> ynln you absolutely were. keep lying love 😇
instagram — @ dazninterviewclips posted
[ clips plays ]
interviewer: “oscar, your girlfriend has become quite popular with fans. thoughts?”
oscar: “i think people have poor judgement.”
interviewer: “you’re dating her.”
oscar: “exactly and i wouldnt have it any other way.”
[ clips ends ]
twitter / x — @ oscarynforlife posted
oscar piastri describing his girlfriend “annoying.”
also oscar:
carries her bag around the paddock
remembers her coffee order
looks for her after every race
smiles every time she walks in
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instagram — @ oscarpiastri just posted!
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oscarpiastri life recently
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mclarenf1 papaya looks good on all three of you 🧡🧡
ynln you stole my cat.
-> oscarpiastri our cat
-> ynln you’re obsessed with MY mira
-> oscarpiastri correct. mira pawastri
-> ynln THAT’S NOT FAIR!
-> oscarpiastri you’re right. you need to be a piastri too
-> user7 flirting in front of us like we ain’t see nun 😭🙏
-> user4 thats crazy bro no way oscar was smooth like that
user6 i swear y/n and oscar are like the exact opposites
-> user5 like they said opposites attract!
user68 y/n’s smile is so pretty i could stare at it all day
meow8 MIRA IS SO CUTEEE
twitter / x — @ f1girl posted
oscar piastri went from “most emotionless driver on the grid” to “man who posts his girlfriend and their cat”
character development.
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instagram — @ ynln posted
ynln and it’s all too much for little oscar pastry 🥹
ynln people think he’s mysterious when he’s actually an adorable koala who loves naps
landonorris me mentioned
-> ynln unfortunately..
oscarpiastri delete this
-> ynln no ❤️
-> oscarpiastri you are lucky i love you
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why am i flopping so bad guys
9 likes on my lando norris post ok #fairs
what drivers are we interested in bc genuienly these no likes are unmotivating to see ☹️
and i thought lando norris was more loved than oscar heart eyes piastri ???
hii!! are you open for a taglist for your series future to tell? i would love to be apart of it if you are!! 😍😍
i don’t have a taglist atm but i’ll be sure to tag you when i next post!!! 🥹🥹
ᯓ𝄞 now playing; earrings, by malcom todd ˎˊ˗
“ extra extra read all about it, lando’s in his feelings and he can’t get out of it! ”
angst, not happy ending.., understanding reader, reminiscing
everyone knew lando norris was chasing the wdc. the world could see it.
they saw the early mornings, the endless meetings, the hours spent analysing data, the determination in every interview when he said the same thing over and over again. you could see it too.
2025 was the year. the year he wanted to prove himself.
the year he wanted to finally become a world champion and you were proud of him.
you really were.
you loved watching him chase the dream he had carried since he was a kid. you loved seeing the passion in his eyes when he talked about racing, when he talked about the future, when he talked about standing on top of the world but somewhere along the way, you started to feel like you were no longer standing beside him.
more like you were standing behind him. waiting.
watching.
hoping he would turn around and notice that you were still there.
but he didn’t. not even a glance back.
you never blamed him for wanting it ofcourse and that was the hardest part because how could you be angry at someone for chasing the thing that made them who they were?
how could you ask him to slow down when you knew he had spent his entire life trying to reach this moment?
everyone wanted to achieve their dreams. he never stopped yours then why would you?
so you stayed quiet and lando stayed quiet too. neither of you wanted to be the first person to admit something was wrong because admitting it meant making it real and lando was afraid.
he was afraid of looking at you and admitting that somewhere between flights and race weekends and endless pressure, he had let the person he loved feel alone. isolated.
so he did what he always did when something scared him.
he avoided it.
he convinced himself that after the next race, after the next triple header , after the next important weekend or after he finally got closer to the championship things would be better.
there would be time. there would always be time.
but time was the thing that slowly took you away.
you started noticing the little things. the way conversations between you too became shorter. the way he stopped telling you about his day unless you asked. the way your messages sat unanswered for longer than they used to. the way you both became careful around each other, like one wrong sentence could break something neither of you wanted to admit was already cracking.
and lando noticed too.
he (to his dismay) noticed every single thing.
he noticed when you stopped sending him random pictures throughout the day. he noticed when you stopped waiting up after his late meetings. he noticed when you stopped asking about his races because you already knew the answer would be the same. “sorry, i’ve just been busy.”
he hated that sentence because it was true but it wasn’t enough.
he knew that.
every time he said it, he watched another piece of you disappear, slowly and quietly.
like you were leaving parts of yourself behind because carrying them with you hurt too much.
your favourite mug stayed in his apartment and a hoodie you forgot on his couch.
there was a book you never finished.
all little reminders of a version of you two that still existed somewhere.
nothing was wrong enough to leave but nothing was right enough to stay.
one night, you sat together in silence.
lando looked at you, really looked at you and for a moment, he almost said it, almost told you he was scared, almost told you that he missed you even though you were sitting right beside him.
he almost told you that winning the championship wouldn’t mean anything if he lost you along the way but then he looked away and the moment passed like always. he was to of a coward, he knew that but you could never think that of him. in your eyes he was still your boy.
the boy who chased you relentlessly after you denied his love multiple times.
the boy who let you just lay in his arms when you were upset, never trying to awkwardly to fill the silence.
the boy, whose hands, fit perfectly in yours like a puzzle.
the boy who meant everything to you. everything.
yet all puzzles must be broken at some point and the silence between you two was no longer fixable.
the love between you too had tangled into a mess that would hold you both back, preventing him from achieving his dreams and preventing you from being happy.
“lando.”
his heart sank at the softness in your voice because he knew. he knew before you even said anything. he knew the words you were going to say were going to be heartbreaking. “i don’t think we’re happy anymore.”
the words hurt more because they were quiet and not angry.
they were not full of blame, just tired.
he swallowed. “i know.”
you both knew. you had known for a while.
you had just been hoping, clinging onto that last piece of thread that maybe it would get better. that it would be like how it was 2 years ago.
“i love you,” you whispered.
lando looked down because he loved you too, more than he knew how to explain. “i love you too.” and that was why it hurt, because sometimes love wasn’t the problem.
sometimes two people could love each other and still lose each other.
you both sat there, holding hands for the last time, knowing neither of you wanted this and knowing there wasn’t one moment you could point to and say, that was when it ended.
it was just every small hesitation. every conversation you avoided. every time he chose the championship over admitting he needed help and every time you chose not to ask because you didn’t want to add more pressure had quietly built something neither of you could undo.
when you left for home, lando helped you pack because he still knew where everything was.
he still knew which things were yours.
he still reached for your hand without thinking but this time, he had to let go.
on the drive to the airport, the car was filled with silence. thoughts could only fill lando’s head as he began to process what was happening.
you were leaving. with no promises that you would find your way back.
his heart hurt every time he thought about it, desperately trying to convince him that it was a dream and that when he would wake up, he would still be in your embrace, your hands threading softly through his curls as he lied his head upon your chest.
but it wasn’t.
that was all gone now.
like a memory, something faint and distant, something that he could grab but was just an inch away.
just two people who loved each other standing at the edge of a life they were no longer sharing.
he watched you walk further and further into the airport, your figure getting smaller and smaller before you stopped and turned around. “i’m proud of you,” you told him.
lando smiled sadly, oh how desperately he wanted to run to you and beg for you to stay. but he knew he couldn’t. he had lost all rights to so all he could let out was a choked. “i’m proud of you too.”
your eyes teared up and you had to stop yourself from breaking down then and there. you waved slightly, smiling back with the same teeth that used to make lando’s heart flutter.
and that was it. you walked away.
lando stayed there until he couldn’t see you anymore.
the world would remember 2025 for the championship fight, for the races and for the moments everyone watched but nobody would know that the hardest thing lando ever lost wasn’t a trophy.
it was the person who loved him before the world was watching and maybe that was the cruelest part because he finally learned how to be vulnerable.
just a little too late.
you had drifted too far away and he let you.
and for the rest of his life, he would never forget it.
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a night away from racing
apart of the future to tell series (driver y/n)
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📍 shanghai
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ynln out with the best 💫💫
tagged : @ alexandramalenaleclerc, @ lilymhe , @ carmenmundt
comments:
user4 BRO Y/N IS SO GORGEOUS UGHH I WOULD OPEN A NAIL SALON JUST TO HOLD HER HAND
user3 all this bc she got p2 btw 🤣
-> user4 looks like someones mad they don’t drive f1 cars for a living and get to spend nights out in different countries..
carmenmundt Perfect 😍 (liked by yn)
lilymhe best night everrr
-> ynln food was top tier
alexandramalenaleclerc need to go again 💖 (liked by yn)
oscarpiastri that dress suits you
-> ynln thanks osc 🤍
-> landonorris that’s my nickname bro…
user45 SIT ON ME Y/N
-> ynln 😭❓
-> user45 AH SHE REPLIED OMG THIS IS EMBARRASSING
landonorris who’s supervising
-> ynln me duh
-> landonorris no i mean who’s supervising YOU
-> user6 im crine 😭😭
user0 y/n finding her paddock girl group is too cute
user77 she seems to be enjoying herself
user89 the fact that she has all three of them to support her 🥹 (liked by yn)
how the night went:
after the shanghai grand prix, you had fully expected your night to go one of two ways.
either you would spend hours replaying the race in your head, analysing every corner and every decision you made, or you would end up sitting in your hotel room scrolling through every article and comment about your podium until you convinced yourself you could have done better. (it was a habit you hated admitting you had.)
the moment something good happened, your brain immediately searched for the thing you could’ve done wrong.
your first podium should have been something you celebrated but instead, you were already thinking about how close you were to the top step which was exactly why you were surprised when your phone buzzed.
you stood in front of the mirror, staring at yourself for a moment longer than you meant to.
the black dress was everything you had hoped it would be. elegant, simple, and somehow it made you feel like a completely different version of yourself. the fabric fell perfectly, moving softly every time you shifted, catching the light in a way that made you stop and admire it.
you weren’t used to dressing up like this.
most days, you were surrounded by racing suits, team gear, messy hair, and long days where comfort mattered more than anything else. but tonight was different. tonight, you wanted to feel pretty. you wanted to walk into the room and feel confident.
you lightly adjusted the dress, smoothing out a tiny crease before looking back at your reflection.
“okay…” you whispered to yourself, smiling slightly. “i actually like this.”
your hair was styled perfectly, with a few loose strands framing your face. your makeup was soft but elegant, bringing out your features without feeling like you were trying too hard. the final touch was your jewellery, a small detail that somehow completed the whole look.
something that felt like you.
for the first time in days, you weren’t dressing like a formula one driver.
you were just a girl going out for dinner.
when you arrived at the restaurant, you immediately spotted them.
alexandra was sitting closest to the entrance, scrolling through her phone while waiting.
lily was taking pictures of the table setup and carmen was laughing at something on her phone.
you walked over. “sorry, i’m late.”
all three of them looked up. lily checked the time dramatically. “wow.”
you narrowed your eyes. “don’t.”
“only seven minutes.”
“that is not late.”
alexandra smiled. “for y/n, that’s early.”
you pouted. “it’s not my fault!”
carmen laughed. “you’ve been here for five minutes and you’re already offended.”
“because you’re all wrong.”
“are we?”
“…moving on.”
the best part was that nobody asked about the race straight away and you appreciated that more than you could explain.
they just asked about you.
“so,” lily said, picking up her drink. “what is y/n like when she’s not driving?”
you looked confused. “what?”
“because we know racing y/n.”
alexandra nodded. “focused. competitive. terrifying.”
“excuse me?”
“but we don’t know normal y/n.”
you laughed softly. “i’m normal.” you looked between them. “what?”
carmen smiled. “that was the least believable thing you’ve said all day.”
then eventually, the conversation turned into stories.
it was mostly embarrassing ones.
because apparently everyone in the paddock had decided that drivers were funny people when they weren’t behind the wheel.
lily told you about alex refusing to admit he was lost even when he was clearly going the wrong way. “he drove around for twenty minutes.”
“did he ask for directions?”
“no.”
you laughed. “why?”
“because he said he knew where he was going.”
“did he?”
“no.”
alexandra started talking about charles. “he acts calm, but he’s secretly the most competitive person ever.”
you smiled. “that doesn’t surprise me.”
“he gets competitive over everything.”
“even things that don’t matter?”
“especially those.”
lily nodded. “same with alex.”
carmen laughed. “george too.”
you immediately looked at her. “wait, really?”
“yes.”
“george?”
“you know george.”
you thought about it. “it’s just surprising.”
“can i ask something?” alexandra said after a while.
you looked over. “yeah?”
“how are you actually feeling?”
you looked down at your plate. “good.”
all three girls stared.
you sighed. “okay, i know that wasn’t convincing.”
carmen smiled softly. “you don’t have to pretend with us.”
you were quiet for a moment. “its just weird.”
“what is?”
“everything.” you looked around the table.“two races ago, nobody knew if i belonged here. and now i’m getting told i should’ve won. i know i should be happy. i am happy. i just…” you stopped.
alexandra finished gently. “you feel like you’re already expected to be perfect.”
you looked up and nodded.
“y/n,” lily said softly. “you’re allowed to be proud of yourself.”
you smiled slightly. “i know.”
“do you?”
you laughed. “why does everyone keep saying that?”
“because you don’t believe it.”
the night ended with everyone taking photos outside the restaurant. just because it was a good memory.
lily insisted on taking about fifty photos. “we need options.”
“for what?”
“everything.”
you laughed as she showed you the pictures. most were blurry and some were terrible but they were real. not staged.
you probably should have gone back to the hotel.
realistically, you knew that. you had a busy week ahead, you were still adjusting to the intensity of formula one weekends, and you were supposed to be resting after one of the biggest days of your career but then lily looked around at everyone. “we’re not going back yet.”
you immediately looked at her. “what?”
she smiled. “drinks. to properly celebrate”
you opened your mouth to respond, but alexandra beat you to it. “don’t say no.”
“i wasn’t going to.”
carmen raised an eyebrow. “you were definitely going to.”
you looked between them. “maybe.”
the three girls laughed because they were starting to learn something about you.
you were someone who could drive wheel-to-wheel against some of the best drivers in the world without hesitation, but when it came to actually relaxing, you struggled.
you always felt like you needed to be doing something: improving something or proving something so maybe a night away from all of that was exactly what you needed.
the bar they chose was quiet and tucked away from the busier parts of the city. it wasn’t the kind of place where cameras were waiting outside or where people would constantly interrupt you.
it was just somewhere you could sit, somewhere you could laugh qnd somewhere you could forget that tomorrow you would be back in the paddock, back in meetings, back answering questions about your future.
the four of you settled into a booth, and the conversation immediately moved away from racing.
you spent the night listening to stories about everyone’s lives outside the paddock.
lily talked about her golfing career while carmen talked about finance career and her love for watching tennis.
alexandra talked about leo and recent artworks she had seen
“wait,” lily suddenly said, looking at you.
you looked up from your drink. “what?”
“have you actually ever been out drinking before?”
you thought about it. “not really.”
alexandra immediately looked suspicious. “what does not really mean?”
“it means… not often.”
carmen laughed softly. “how many times?”
you hesitated, which was already an answer to them before saying. “a few.”
“a few?” lily repeated.
“yes.”
“y/n.”
“what?”
“you are a formula one driver. you’re telling me you can handle driving at three hundred kilometres per hour but you can’t handle a drink?”
you frowned. “that feels unrelated.”
“it’s extremely related.”
and they discovered just how unrelated it actually wasn’t about half an hour later because y/n l/n, mercedes rookie driver and future star of formula one, was apparently one of the biggest lightweights any of them had ever met.
you weren’t one of those chaotic drunks, you were just… happier. much more happier.
the serious, thoughtful driver who had walked into the restaurant carrying the weight of her first podium had disappeared and instead, you were laughing at everything, complimenting everyone, and telling stories that you had already told at least twice.
“you know you’ve told us that story already, right?” alexandra said gently.
you looked confused “i have?”
“yes.”
“when?”
“ten minutes ago.”
you nodded. “it was still funny.”
as the night continued, the girls quickly realised that drunk y/n was just a more honest version of normal y/n.
you told alexandra that charles was lucky to have her.
you told lily that she was one of the funniest people you had met.
and you told carmen that george was lucky because she kept him sane.
every time they tried to tell you that you were being too nice, you just stated. “i’m just telling the truth.”
eventually, when it was time to leave, everyone stopped outside the bar trying to figure out the next problem.
how exactly were you getting home?
you stared at them blankly when they asked. “i don’t know.”
lily blinked. “what do you mean you don’t know?”
you shrugged. “i didn’t think that far ahead.”
alexandra laughed. “y/n.”
“what?”
“you came out without knowing how you were getting back?”
“yes.”
“why?”
you thought about it. “because i assumed someone would know.”
carmen covered her face laughing. “that is such a y/n answer.”
after a few attempts at figuring it out, you decided to text lando, because i mean he knew your address and could drive you home safely.. you hoped.
when oscar arrived, he was expecting to pick up a tired teammate after a long race weekend. he was not expecting you to immediately smile when you saw him.
“oscar!”
he laughed as he walked over. “hi.”
you stared at him for a few seconds and then you smiled. “your ears are cute.”
oscar stopped smiling. “my ears?”
you nodded seriously. “yeah. so cute.”
he looked genuinely confused. “thank you?”
then you smiled even wider. “and your smile.”
“my smile?”
“it’s stupid.”
he raised an eyebrow. “stupid?”
“but cute.” you nodded as if you had just solved a complicated problem. “you have a stupid cute smile.”
oscar looked over at the girls, completely unsure what to say.
“how much did she drink?”
lily immediately answered. “not much.”
oscar looked back at you. “really?”
you smiled. “i’m fine.”
everyone laughed because you were clearly not.
lily, alexandra and carmen made sure you safely went into oscar’s car before waving goodbye to you.
the drive back was mostly you talking. oscar didn’t mind, actually, he found it kind of entertaining.
because normally, you were so controlled with every word carefully chosen and every answer thought through, but tonight, you were just honest.
after a quiet moment, you looked over. “you know you’re nice, right?”
oscar smiled slightly. “thanks.”
“no, really.” you looked out the window. “you’re too nice.”
when oscar dropped you off, he waited until you were safely inside before leaving.
you waved from the doorway. “buh-bye, osc.”
“goodnight, y/n.”
you smiled. “goodnight, cute ears.”
oscar smiled back as he walked back to his car and he couldn’t stop smiling the entire drive back.
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famousppl.com y/n l/n seen with lily muni he, alexandra leclerc and carmen mundt in shanghai, reportedly spending a “girls night” out together.
@ user 55 just posted!
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user55 was driving home from a party and saw y/n l/n and oscar piastri in the same car. someone involve me on this information
user55 AND YES i’m very sure it’s y/n and oscar. my eyes don’t play with me.
comments:
user4 Y/NOSCAR UNEXPECTED DUO??
-> user656 a duo we never thought we needed 🙂↕️ 🙂↕️
user6 i ship
user7 i can confirm this! i swear i thought my eyes were playing with me and i walked home cause like no way
user66 didn’t y/n also go out with some wags tonight too?? where did oscar come from 😭
user40 y/n and oscar would look so good together i want to see them more properly!!!
yourbsf 😭😭
-> user9 this basically confirms they were together at some point
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oscar was the type of person that never seemed like he was trying.
that was probably what made him stand out to you.
most people in formula one were constantly aware of how they were perceived. they knew where the cameras were, when to smile, what to say during interviews. it came with the job.
oscar didn’t seem bothered by any of it.
he wasn’t rude or uninterested. he just didn’t feel the need to perform for everyone and maybe that was why you liked being around him, because when you were with oscar, you weren’t lando norris’ sister.
you were just you.
—
the next few race weekends passed in a way that felt strangely normal.
it started with small things. nothing you could point at and say that means something. it was just little moments like when you walked into the mclaren hospitality one morning and found a coffee sitting on the table beside lando’s usual seat.
you picked it up, confused. “i didn’t order this.”
oscar looked up from his phone. “i know.”
you looked at him. “then why is it here?”
he shrugged. “you always get that one.”
you blinked. “you remembered?”
oscar looked slightly confused by the question. “yeah.” like remembering your coffee order wasn’t something worth mentioning.
you smiled. “that’s actually slightly terrifying.”
he laughed quietly. “i’ve seen you complain when it’s wrong.”
“that happened once.”
“it happened like three times.”
you pointed at him. “okay, first of all, it’s not my fault .”
he smiled to himself before going back to his phone. it was such a small interaction but it stayed with you, making you smile like a child during the night.
lando ofcourse had noticed. i mean, when did he not? he noticed almost everything when it came to you.
you could change your hairstyle slightly and he’d somehow know immediately.
or you could pretend you weren’t annoyed and he’d figure it out within five minutes.
so when oscar started remembering little things about you, lando picked up on it.
he noticed how when you were sitting in the garage during practice, watching the timing screens. oscar had finished his run and came back to the garage and instead of going straight to his engineers, he stopped beside you.
“how’s it looking?”
you glanced up. “you’re asking me?”
he nodded. “yes.”
you looked at the screen. “i have no idea.”
oscar nodded seriously. “good analysis.”
you laughed. “thank you.”
“you’re welcome.”
lando, who was standing nearby, looked over. he had to be seeing things. was his teammate trying to hit on you, his younger sister, infront of the entire mclaren garage?
—
after qualifying, the team went out for dinner.
it was just one of those casual team dinners where everyone was exhausted but still wanted to spend time together before race day.
lando had forced you to come, knowing you would have ended up in a bar if he left you alone.
you somehow ended up sitting beside oscar.
there just happened to be an empty seat. (at least, that was what you told yourself.)
“you nervous for tomorrow?” oscar asked.
you looked at him. “me?”
he nodded. “you always get nervous for lando before races.”
you smiled slightly. “you noticed that?”
oscar looked down at his drink. “yeah.”
you weren’t sure why that surprised you so much.
“you know,” you said, “for someone who doesn’t talk much, you pay attention a lot.”
he thought about that. “i think i just listen.”
you smiled. “that’s rare.”
“is it?”
“very.”
oscar smiled. “you talk a lot.”
you frowned. “excuse me?”
he immediately looked slightly worried. “i didn’t mean it badly.”
you laughed. “no, i know. i’m just offended.”
“you shouldn’t be.”
“why?”
“because i like listening to you.”
now you were speechless. you didn’t know what to say.
he wasn’t your boyfriend. how could he say such things like that with such a straight face?
it was just him being honest but somehow, that made it mean more.
—
later that night, you were walking back towards the hotel when your phone buzzed.
oscarpastry 🥐: you get back okay?
you: yes mum
oscarpastry🥐: i’m taking that as a compliment.
you: you should
you put your phone away, still smiling.
you didn’t think much of it. you didn’t think about the fact that oscar never messaged you first before nor did you think about how easily conversation came with him.
you didn’t think about how different he felt compared to everyone else. you just thought you’d made a good friend.
—
oscar, however, was starting to realise something.
he liked talking to you way more than he expected.
you didn’t treat him differently because he was an f1 driver or did you ask about points or championships or lap times.
you asked basic things like if he’d eaten, if he was sleeping enough and how he was, not how the car was.
just how he was. oscar didn’t realise how much he needed that until he had it.
—
the next morning, lando found oscar before the race.
“you like my sister.”
oscar nearly dropped his water bottle from the bluntness. “what?”
lando crossed his arms. “don’t do that.”
“do what?”
“pretend you don’t know what i’m talking about.”
oscar looked away which was basically an answer to lando
lando sighed. “mate.”
“i wasn’t going to do anything.”
“that’s not what i asked.”
oscar was quiet because he knew lando. he knew this wasn’t about being angry. it was about his sister. “i like talking to her,” oscar admitted.
lando stared at him. “that’s it?”
oscar hesitated. “no.”
that was the answer lando was waiting for.
he rubbed his face. “brilliant.”
“lando-“
“no, i’m not mad.”
“you look mad.”
“i’m processing.”
oscar almost smiled. “that sounds worse.”
“it probably is.”
there was a pause, then lando looked at him seriously. “just don’t hurt her.”
oscar nodded immediately. “i wouldn’t for the world.”
neither of them noticed you standing a few metres away. you hadn’t heard the conversation nor did you know what they were talking about.
all you knew was that when oscar walked past you a few minutes later, he smiled and when lando joined you afterwards, he was suspiciously quiet which was never a good sign.
“what did you do?” you asked.
lando looked offended.
“why do you always assume i did something?”
“because i know you.”
he sighed. “shut up..”
you smiled. “there’s my annoying older brother”
“y/n!!!”
—
you knew something was off. you couldn’t explain exactly what it was, but you knew.
lando was never subtle. that was probably his biggest problem. he liked to think he was good at hiding things, but he wasn’t. not with you, anyway.
you’d spent your entire life knowing his moods and you knew when he was annoyed because he got quieter.
you knew when he was stressed because he started tapping his fingers against everything.
you also knew when he was pretending everything was fine because he became way too cheerful.
and right now? he was being weird.
“why are you staring at me?” you asked.
lando looked up from his phone “i’m not.”
“you are.”
“i’m literally just sitting here.”
“you’ve looked at me like five times in the last minute.”
he shrugged. “it might be your eyes.”
you narrowed your eyes. “that was the most suspicious answer you could’ve given.”
lando sighed. “well you certainly haven’t had an eye check up recently.”
“you’re avoiding the question.”
“i’m not.”
“lando.”
he immediately looked away, which proved your point.
you laughed quietly. “oh my god.”
“what?”
“you’re actually bad at this.”
“bad at what?”
“whatever secret brother thing you’re doing.”
he looked offended. “i don’t have a secret brother thing.”
“you absolutely do.”
“i’m just making sure you’re okay.”
you softened slightly. lando had always been protective, sometimes too protective, but it came from a good place.
“i’m fine,” you told him.
he nodded. “okay.”
the problem was, you didn’t know that lando had already talked to oscar and you definitely didn’t know that oscar was now trying his hardest to act normal around you.
(which was not working.)
at least, not to you because before, oscar would come over and start conversations without thinking.
now?
he hesitated.
instead of asking about your day, he kept the conversation focused on racing, instead of texting you after sessions, he stopped himself and you hated that you noticed because you didn’t understand why it bothered you.
oscar was your friend. that was all.
so why did it feel like something had changed?
you found out during free practice. you were standing near the back of the garage when oscar walked past. normally, he would stop.
normally, he’d say something. even something small but this time, he just smiled politely.
“hey.”
“hey.”
and then he kept walking.
you watched him disappear into the crowd of engineers.
“okay, what was that?” you turned around.
lando was standing behind you. “what was what?”
“oscar.”
lando immediately became interested in literally anything else. “what about him?”
you stared at him. “you know something.”
“no, i don’t.”
“lando.”
“what?”
“you’re doing the thing.”
“what thing?”
“the thing where you pretend you don’t know something.”
he sighed. “why are you both so good at noticing things?”
you laughed. “it’s because you’re so obvious.”
that evening, you finally decided to ask oscar. you found him outside the hospitality area, sitting alone with his headphones around his neck. he looked up when he saw you. “hey.”
you sat beside him. “can i ask you something?”
his expression changed slightly. “yeah.”
you looked down at your hands. “did i do something?”
oscar immediately frowned. “what?”
“i don’t know. you’ve just been different.”
he looked away.
“oscar.”
he sighed. “you didn’t do anything.”
“then what is it?”
he was quiet for a moment and you could tell he was trying to figure out how to explain it. “it’s complicated.”
you smiled slightly. “most things are.”
he laughed softly and then he looked back at you. “i just thought maybe i should give you some space.”
“why?”
another pause.
“because of lando.”
you blinked. “what does lando have to do with anything?”
oscar looked uncomfortable.
“did he say something to you?”
“not in a bad way.”
“oscar.”
he rubbed the back of his neck. “he just… cares about you.”
you let out a small laugh. “yeah. unfortunately.”
oscar smiled. “he’s protective.”
“he’s annoying.”
“also true. i just don’t want things to be weird,” he admitted.
you looked at him. “why would they be weird?”
he didn’t answer.
“oscar.”
“y/n.. it’s cause he knows i like you. more than a friend.” he blurted out.
“what..” ypu froze.
he leaned closer, grabbing your hand, when you didn’t pull away he brought it to his lips. “i like you y/n. infact, i love you. way more than just a friend.”
you could feel your ears reddening. he liked you too??? and he was afraid of lando? fuck were you gonna find lando and beat him. “oscar..”
feeling you were too speechless to say anything, he leaned his head closer to yours as if inviting you to do something. to prove that you liked him just as much as he did.
you wrapped your arms around him and met him halfway, pulling your lips onto his plush pink ones.
he could taste your faint vanilla flavoured lip balm as he kissed your soft ones back. he deepened the kiss, pouring out his love and affection into it, only pulling back reluctantly when he realised you both needed to breathe.
you panted slightly, your face flushed pink.
oscar could only grin at what you looked like. so cute he thought.
he stood up, licking his lips and pulled you up with him. “i want to take you out on a proper date after this race week. what do you say?”
you nodded eagerly which again he found extremely adorable. “after your race for sure..”
you looked into his eyes, they were filled with so much love. how had you failed to not realise sooner?
the oscar heart-eyes piastri had fallen in love with you.
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f1 masterlist | part one, part three