mclaren inters on a dry track, 3 formation laps, oscar piastri subplot, russell and kimi drama, lando lapped but keeping up with the leaders the whole time, linblad disappearing, russell dnf, lando dnf, lando being mobbed going back into the paddock, a marshall diving through the hole in the gate, albon dying again (rip🥀) , 6 cars out, multiple penalties
Hey can you do likewere max verstappen or oscar piastri have a secret wife but only because they think everyone knows so when they talk about her the hole world explodes like even their teammates and the ceo’s . Can it maybe be like fluff and absolutely so angst
vif you don’t want too thats fine too
We Thought You Knew
Oscar Piastri x Secretgirlfriend!reader
Synopsis: Oscar casually mentions his “secret” girlfriend, assuming everyone already knew — and the entire internet combusts while he stays soft, smug, and hopelessly in love.
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Oscar had always assumed everyone knew.
Not because he’d announced it, or because you’d ever been spotted together, or because he’d slipped up. No — he just… talked about you. Constantly. Casually. Like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Which is why, during a perfectly ordinary McLaren media day, he answered a harmless question with:
“Oh, my girlfriend loves that colour on the car. She said it makes it look fast even when it’s parked.”
And the room froze.
The PR manager blinked. Lando choked on his water. Zak Brown looked like he’d just been told the car had sprouted wings.
“Oscar,” Lando whispered, leaning in like he was about to break devastating news, “you have a girlfriend?”
Oscar frowned. “Yeah? I talk about her all the time.”
“No, mate,” Lando said, eyes wide, “you talk about… a mysterious entity who cooks you pasta and steals your hoodies. We thought you were joking.”
Zak added, “I thought it was a cat.”
Oscar stared at them, baffled. “Why would a cat steal my hoodies?”
“Why would you have a girlfriend and not tell anyone?” Lando shot back.
“I thought you knew!”
But the damage was done. The clip hit the internet within minutes. And the internet did what the internet does best: explode.
WHO IS OSCAR PIASTRI’S GIRLFRIEND???
HE’S BEEN SO CASUAL ABOUT IT WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAS A SECRET GIRLFRIEND
THE HOODIE THIEF IS REAL
I KNEW THE PASTA WAS TOO SPECIFIC
Meanwhile, you were sitting on Oscar’s couch, wearing one of said hoodies, scrolling through the chaos with a hand over your mouth.
“Oscar,” you called as he walked in, “I think you accidentally broke the world.”
He flopped beside you, burying his face in your shoulder with a groan. “I genuinely thought everyone knew.”
You laughed, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Baby, you never actually said the words ‘I have a girlfriend.’ You just… described me like a cryptid.”
He lifted his head, eyes soft and a little sheepish. “Well. You’re my cryptid.”
“That’s not helping your case.”
He kissed your cheek, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stay secret? We can. I don’t mind.”
You looked at him — the boy who left notes in your lunchbox, who sent you photos of every hotel room he stayed in, who FaceTimed you just to show you a funny-shaped cloud.
“No,” you said softly. “I think I’m okay with people knowing. As long as I still get the hoodies.”
He grinned. “Deal.”
And later, when McLaren posted a simple photo — Oscar smiling, your hand in his, no faces shown — the internet exploded again.
But Oscar didn’t care. He was too busy leaning into you, whispering:
“Told you they’d love you.”
And maybe they did.
But no one loved you more than the boy who genuinely believed everyone already knew.
The problem with being married to someone super fit is that you just can’t be physically coercive in the cute ways you want to. This morning, I was trying to convince B to sleep in and cuddle and instead of being deterred by the fact that I was entirely wrapped around his torso, he just…got out of bed with me clinging to him and went about his business picking clothes in the closet and putting on pants and doing his skincare in the bathroom with me just there along for the ride. And when he finally tickled me into letting go so he could finish getting dressed, I was so completely awake from laughing so hard that I didn’t get to sleep in either. An outrage.
you may be thinking that some of the reactions to the tumblr update are unfounded or panicky. but i meant what i said: this will fucking destroy any artist on this site.
for your reference, i tracked down one of my original posts; which had a notes section that looked like this:
and here is what it looks like now:
holy shit. by my math, that is not even two percent of the amount of aggregate notes my writing actually has. i am not able to see any of the literal hundreds of replies, comments, or tags.
maybe this is a bit presumptuous but i consider myself to be fairly popular on this site. i still remember the first time a large blog "picked up" my work - how quickly all of a sudden i was getting seen. notes on my poetry jumped from like 10 to 300 to 3k. overnight. that was the magic of tumblr, and the incredible writing community i found here.
but now if i answer any of my fellow writers, if i say please go check this out or even if i add additional context to my own work - the artist is removed completely from their own content.
do you want to reply to an "ask game"? do you want to reply to a story prompt? do you want to just make a funny joke with your friends? well, that sucks - you might be depriving them of literally 98% of their notes.
it isn't about clout chasing. it is about giving creators control over their own materials. even a silly post deserves to be connected directly with the person that thought it up.
the tumblr feedback form is currently crashed for me, but when it's up, everyone please go (politely! calmly! like you're walking in a burning building!) tell them what you think. in the meantime: @staff @changes like... i am begging you. literally just set up a suggestion box for ideas on how to monetize tumblr, surely one of us can help you.