my own pastry (!baker x op81)
synopsis: in which case y/n meets the infamous racecar driver oscar piastri as she works in her family-owned pastry shop, and she pretends not to know him. little does he know, she's idolized him for the longest time.
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yourusername
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yourusername: the feminine urge to own a bakery
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yourbff1: alright no need to brag, you were blessed with an amazing family business and i'm here stuck with a desk job
yourusername: you laugh at me everytime i come home with flour stuck on my face.
yourbff1: well...😁😁
user1: wait this is so aesthetic
user2: drop the location of the bakery now! i wanna visit 🫶🏽
yourusername: 5512 streetname, monte carlo monaco!
user2: thx babes you will be seeing me in the next week
yourbff2: so we are not going to talk about the mystery guest that showed up at the bakery today...
yourusername: HE COULD BE LURKING. STAY ALERT. DO NOT MENTION HIM.
yourbff1: you mean osc*r p**str*?? 😝😝🥳
yourusername: ASKJAKJEJAE HE'S GOING TO FIND ME NOOO
yourusername: pls delete your comment i BEG.
yourbff2: @/oscarpiastri @/oscarpiastri @/oscarpiastri
yourbff1: @/oscarpiastri @/oscarpiastri @/oscarpiastri
user3: oh my, bless her poor soul 😭
yourusername: DELETE YOURSELF OH GOD
yourusername: I FEEL A SINISTER PRESENCE COMING
oscarpiastri: my presence was called upon?
yourbff1: LMFAO POINT AND LAUGH 🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻
yourusername: hey-y-y oscar... 🥹
oscarpiastri: did you just stutter over a comment 💀
yourusername: i can explain!! 😁
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To be frank, it's honestly quite difficult to explain the series of events that happened about twelve hours earlier.
6:58 AM ~ l'orchidée bakery shop
It was right before opening. Maman had entrusted me with opening shop and making sure it was running smoothly, and knowing that the fate of our family bakery was in my hands today was especially important to me.
It was 6:58 AM, and since business was typically slow in the first half hour of shop opening, employees showed up half an hour after opening. So there it was me all by myself, until 7:30 AM.
I showed up at the bakery much earlier than normal, at around 3 AM, prepping for the day. The first task was to turn on the ovens, letting them reach the perfect baking temperature.
While the ovens heated up, I took out the baguette and croissant doughs that had been proofing overnight. The doughs were soft and slightly cool to the touch, with a subtle yeasty aroma that promised delicious results. I placed the doughs on the floured countertop, feeling their smooth texture as I gave them one last gentle knead, coaxing out any remaining air bubbles.
Shaping the doughs into their final forms was almost meditative. The baguette dough stretched and folded under my hands, forming into long, slender loaves with tapered ends. The croissant dough was rolled and folded into layers, ready to be cut and shaped into crescents. With each turn and fold, I could feel the anticipation of the final baked product growing.
Next, I mixed batters for cakes, muffins, and other pastries, carefully measuring each ingredient to ensure consistency and quality. The rhythmic motions of stirring and mixing were comforting, grounding me in the early morning quiet of the bakery.
With the ovens now hot, I slid in the first trays of bread and pastries. The smell of baking bread began to fill the bakery, a comforting scent that promised a successful day.
On and on I went prepping, while simultaneously listening to music. One thing about L'Orchidée Bakery, is that our surround sound system that covers every square foot of the little coffee shop, works its magic everyday. It is very difficult to hear many outside noises at that.
So imagine my suprise when I'm singing "Slut!" by Taylor Swift on full volume and I turn around, to only find myself face to face (well, behind a sheet of glass) with none other than Oscar Piastri.
"But if I'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us, and if they call me a SLU AHH!-"
I screamed slut, as I spun around and ended up making obnoxiously close eye contact with a boy in a black hoodie and unruly brown hair.
The broom in my hand that I was using to sweep the floor crashed to the floor, a one, big, sweeping motion. Scaring myself, and the boy, we both aggressively lurched back.
This is when I got to take a closer look, and I had just realized that Oscar Piastri had just scared the shit out of both of us.
And I was even more embarrassed to see that poor little Oscar was just trying to look at the bakery's menu, only to get a terrible birds eye view of my horrid singing and dancing.
He started to chuckle, his hand brushing against the faint stubble of hair that was growing across his chin. Sheepishly knocking on one side of the glass that separated us, I gestured for him to come in.
A customer is a customer! (even if he does happen to be the Formula 1 driver I absolutely idolize, and on any given normal day, I would be too shy to even make eye contact with him)
Running to the front entrance of the shop, I reach in my pocket to pull out the plethora of keys that dangle from my measly keychain. Fumbling with a golden key with the letters LB engraved on the key's front, I unlock the door.
"Hi, hello! Welcome to L'orchidée Bakery, so sorry for the little jumpscare you got there," I timidly trailed off.
"You mean the singing, dancing, or both," he joked back. Immediately, my discomfort shifted, as the environment had turned playful. Smiling, I responded.
"Hahaha, you think your funny," I rolled my eyes, as we made our way to the register.
"What can I say, I might just be a stand-up-comedian in disguise," he joked, arms crossed, and his eyes crinkled into a vibrant eye smile.
"Well, are you?" I asked, pretending to genuinely not know his occupation.
"Are what?" He nervously chuckled.
"Are you actually a stand-up-comedian?" I asked.
"Wait, are you serious?" His eyes bulged out, not able to hide his surprise, he fumbled with his phone.
"A hundred percent," I replied, playing the game. Trying to make it believable, I put up a mask of utter confusion. "What's your job?"
"Oh, um, I drive?" He lowly said, he voice trailing off, confused.
"You think you drive of you know you drive?" I barked out a laugh, finding it funny that he ended the sentence in a questioning tone.
"Oh yes, I definitely drive," He nodded his head vigorously.
"So like, Uber, Lift, valet services?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, something like that, yup," Oscar replied. It took everything in me to not burst out laughing from his god-awful acting. This boy couldn't lie for shit, his eyebrows and eyes immediately betrayed him.
Pretending to believe him, I continued our conversation.
"So...do you liked driving around everywhere?" I asked. If this boy kept on lying, I just knew the conversation would get so funny.
"Yeah, it's pretty fun, you know? Getting to meet different people, seeing new places," he said, trying to keep up the charade.
"Interesting! Must be quite an adventure. Any memorable rides?" I prodded, enjoying the playful banter.
"Oh, definitely. Had a guy once who insisted on singing Taylor Swift songs at the top of his lungs," he quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Holding a laugh in, I'm not sure whether he was referring to me, Lando, or Daniel.
"Really? What a coincidence," I said, smirking. "Sounds like my kind of passenger."
We both laughed, the initial awkwardness completely dissolved. It was surreal, chatting casually with Oscar Piastri, as if he were just another customer and not the famous Formula 1 driver I admired.
"So, what can I get for you today?" I asked, ready to actually do my job.
"Surprise me," he said, leaning on the counter. "I'm in the mood for something new."
"Coming right up," I said, turning to grab a fresh-baked strawberry-chocolate croissant and a steaming cup of coffee. As I handed it to him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. Today was already shaping up to be unforgettable.
Looking around, there didn't seem to be anyone approaching the bakery, so as he sat down at the breakfast bar and asked whether I wanted to sit next to him, I immediately took his offer. (I mean seriously, who would not take the offer?)
"So, what brings you to this little bakery?" I asked, curious.
"Well, I heard a lot of good things about this place. Plus, I'm always on the lookout for a good pastry," he replied. "Figured I'd check it out myself."
"Glad you did," I said warmly. "We do our best to keep the reputation up. And hey, if you ever need more Taylor Swift serenades, you know where to find me."
"Good to know," he said with a laugh. "I'll definitely keep that in mind."
The playful banter made me forget, if only for a moment, that I was talking to a celebrity. It was just a normal conversation, easy and light-hearted.
"So, where do you usually drive?" I asked, pretending to be completely unaware of his true profession.
"Oh, you know, here and there," he said, trying to be vague. "Mostly around the city, sometimes longer trips."
"Must be fun, getting to see different places and meet different people," I said, keeping up the act.
"Yeah, it's interesting for sure," he agreed. "And sometimes you get to witness some pretty crazy stuff."
"I bet," I replied. "Like what?"
"Well, there was this one time I drove a bunch of guys to a music festival. They were already half-drunk and started a karaoke session in the backseat. It was wild," he said with a laugh.
"Sounds like a blast," I said, laughing along. This definitely felt like a recounting of a true story, probably along the lines of something that Yuki or Lando would do.
We continued the conversation, laughing and chatting, flirting here and there for the next half hour until my coworkers arrived. When they did, it gave Oscar and I quite a fright, as we both were mid-conversation when the front door swung open.
My coworker gave us morning blessings, and a blush blossomed across Oscar's cheeks, shy, that he got caught. Crumbling up his paper cup and paper wrap that held what used-to-be a croissant, we both knew it was time for him to leave.
"Wait," I said laughing, "We just had a whole conversation and I still don't know your name," I said, still playing into the role.
"Oscar," he said, genuine, and for a second I felt bad for lying to him. But then again, not really, he played into the banter as well.
"Will I see you here again, Oscar?" I asked.
"You might just have to wait and see," he winked. As I held the door open for him as he left, his hand brushed against mine, and goosebumps rippled across my arm. I felt a swirl of butterflies in my stomach when he smiled and wished me a heartfelt goodbye. Oh, brother.
This is not going to end well.
Snapping me awake from my daydream, my coworker whisper shouted. "You do know that was just Formula One driver Oscar Piastri, right girl? You definitely know who he is."
"Oh of course," I laughed, speaking at a normal volume. "But he doesn't know that I know that," I replied.
"Oh good God, this might end horribly, or become an extremely funny story that one tells at family dinner," my coworker said.
"Do you think the next time he comes he will sign my Oscar Piastri poster hanging in the janitorial closet?" I jokingly asked.
"Y/N!!!" my coworker scolded.
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oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri: special treat, special day
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user1: i hate this cryptic ass caption-
user1: OSCAR WHAT DOES IT MEAN
user2: alright we get it oscar, you had some good food and your big backedness made you have a good day
user3: wait... this pastry shop looks so good i might check it out
user4: oscar giving a bakery a free shoutout, absolutely unheard of
user5: the bakery is called L'Orchidée Bakery, and they are based in monaco! hope this helps 🧁💗
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user6: wait imagine if oscar's sneaky link worked there, that would be hella funny
user7: ainnoway that man pulls 🧍🏻
user8: honestly, you never know 😭
landonorris: we get it, you would not stop yapping about your amazing strawberry chocolate croissant this morning
landonorris: and how amazing, stunning, and beautiful that one girl was-
logansargeant: you forgot to mention that he was practically drooling everytime he spoke of her
landonorris: and he didn't even get her name 😝🫵🏻
logansargeant: what an absolute LOSER 💀
oscarpiastri: DELETE THIS.
oscarpiastri: DELETE THIS NOW.
oscarpiastri: i am not a loser. i very much win in life.
oscarpiastri: PLEASE DELETE THIS.
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user9: SKSKKSKSREJAJA did you guys see the deleted comment thread omg
user10: that is not real omg, oscar rizzing finally??!
user7: @/user6 i'm so sorry you were so right 😭😭
user6: i just know he pulls hella bitches
user6: you guys are just unfamiliar with his game (awkward white boy rizz)
yourusername
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yourusername: la dolce vita (he bought me books and flowers, and baked for me)
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yourbff1: yada yada yada, no need to rub it in you bagged your longtime bae
user1: WAIT THATS HER NEW BOYFIE??
yourbff2: what in the soft launch, CALL ME NOW-
yourbff2: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE
oscarpiastri: no can do cuz 🥳😝📢
oscarpiastri: i fear she's cuddling with her man right now
yourbff2: YOU STOLE MY GIRL, you GIRL STEALER 🫵🏿
yourbff1: out of context that sounds so, so wrong 💀
user2: babe, your new boyfie is oscar mf piastri. 🧍🏻♀️
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oscarpiastri: so sad that you lied to me when we first met
oscarpiastri: heart❤️ been broke💔🤕 so many times⏰ i don’t know❌🤷♀️ what to believe 🍃🙏 yeah👍 mama🤰say it’s my👧😣fault🥺😢 my fault😭😞 i wear my heart💝 on my sleeve👕
yourusername: SO SO SO SORRY BABE XX
user3: she's just a girl, oscar 🙄
oscarpiastri: i hope the date was amazing, you cutie patootie
yourusername: of course it was, my hubby bubby
oscarpiastri: ugh, my teddy bear honey bee is so cute in this
yourusername: you're definitely cuter sugar plum baby bear
yourbff1: YOU DIGUST ME
yourbff1: GET TS OUT OF THE COMMENT SECTION
user4: ^^ and INTO the bedroom
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yourbff2: @/user4 @/oscarpiastri aw HELL NO ❌❌👈🏿
yourbff2: she is my ROOMATE and the walls are THIN 🧍🏿♀️
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri: i just got wined and dined
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user1: two posts of the same bakery in a row?! yeah, somethings up
user2: the jig is up oscar! reveal your girlfriend
landonorris: ohhh, so that's why you were gone for dinner
logansargaent: L to you, because i knew where he was the whole time
landonorris: not fair @/oscarpiastri, not fair 📢📢
charles_leclerc: who is this lovely woman oscar?
charles_leclerc: hello?? do not ignore me
user3: LMFAO oscar ANSWER UR FATHER
charles_leclerc: it says that you are active on instagram, i see you
charles_leclerc: i just want to know who my son's girlfriend is
user4: girlfriend?!?!? what have i missed omg, i just left insta for a week
user5: oscar's soft launch era 💀 LMAO, we think he's dating a girl who works at a bakery
user5: he thinks he is being sneaky and subtle but he's really NOT.
user6: wait guys i think i found her @, its yourusername i think
user7: wait it totally is, in one of her posts, she's wearing that exact same white shirt
user8: and the bakery looks EXACTLY the same in both of their posts
user9: SKMSJEOAMSKK SHE'S IN THE LIKES YOU GUYS YOURUSERNAME IS IN THE LIKES
user10: @/yourusername girl stop lurking in the comments i know your reading them 🧐🤨
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user10: SJEHLSHEILA SEE I TOLD YOU SO
yourusername
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yourusername: dinner with a side of formula one pic creds: my boyfie ofc 💗
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yourusername: chat, i blew up so much omg
yourusername: in my famous era i guess
user1: you mean your WAG era ofc...
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yourbff1: i'm single, and my fist is ready to mingle in your face
landonorris: so this is the girl, huh, she's pretty
oscarpiastri: HOWDIDYOUFINDHER
oscarpiastri: she's MINE to call pretty btw. 🤬😡💢
landonorris: stole ur phone hehe
yourbff2: rip my ass for having to take all these lovey dovey disgusting pics of them.
yourbff2: DO NOT BREAK HER HEART OSCAH 🍴🍴🍴
yourusername: DO NOT THREATEN HIM PLEASE 😭 (ty for taking these pics omg tysm)
oscarpiastri: I PROMISE I PROMISE TO LOVE MY SUGAR PLUM FAIRY SO VERY MUCH
yourusername: awww, i love you too my honey bear bee
yourbff1: and they're back.
charles_leclerc: omg guys i found her instagram @/logansargeant @/georgerussel63 @/lewishamilton
oscarpiastri: PLEAASEEE NOOOOO
yourusername: what, afraid to show your girlfriend off 🤨🫵🏽
oscarpiastri: whatttt, nooo
georgerussel63: i like you @/yourusername, you make oscar scared
yourusername: awww, thx george <33
oscarpiastri: not funny george
oscarpiastri: are we still ignoring the fact that you lied to me when we first met 🤬🧐
yourusername: are we still ignoring that you ALSO lied to me?!
charles_leclerc: kids, kids, get along please!
oscarpiastri: yes, father
yourusername: yes, father-in-law
yourusername and oscarpiastri
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yourusername and oscarpiastri: hard launches, only.
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author's note: ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾