I was wondering if you can do an oscar x single mom reader smau where they like meet at a cafe and reader doesn't know that oscar is a f1 driver
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⪩⪨ featuring: oscar piastri, single mom!reader
⪩⪨ synopsis: a single mom, a café regular, and oscar piastri who chose to live a quiet life.
⪩⪨ genre: fluff, smau with narration
a/n: had to write this twice because the first time i tried to post it fuxking tumblr died on me and it deleted it, lol.
youruser
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youruser little one's very serious about her daily coffee (it's choco milk)
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friend1 awwww
yourbff look at her she's all grown up my baby
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oscarpiastri
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mclaren see you nexr season, oscar!
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you only turn your back for a minute.
long enough to step inside the café, wallet in hand, already mentally apologizing to the barista for ordering another slice of pie because your daughter insists this one tastes “different.”
when you come back outside, your heart nearly stops.
she’s not at your table.
instead, she’s standing a few steps away, toes barely peeking over the edge of her shoes, staring at a stranger sitting alone by the window.
he has his phone out, volume low but not silent. little sounds drifting out. a game, maybe. something that caught her attention.
she tilts her head, curious.
“is that a game?” she asks him, voice small but brave.
the man looks up, startled for half a second, then he smiles.
“yeah,” he says easily. “do you like games?”
she nods, eyes glued to the screen.
“can i see?”
he doesn’t hesitate.
“sure.”
he turns the phone toward her, lowering it so she can see better. she edges closer, completely at ease, hands clasped in front of her as the little characters on the screen move.
without thinking much of it, he shifts, patting his knee.
“want to sit? it’s easier to see.”
she climbs up like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
that’s when you rush over, panic finally catching up to you.
“oh my god— i’m so sorry,” you blurt out. “i swear, she was just right here— i—”
“it’s okay,” he says quickly, gentle, still holding the phone steady for her. “she just wanted to watch.”
your daughter looks up at you, smiling.
“he has a fun game,” she announces proudly.
the man chuckles.
“she’s very polite,” he adds. “asked first.”
you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
“i'm really sorry,” you say again, embarrassed. “she’s… curious.”
“i can tell,” he replies, smiling. “i don’t mind at all.”
she leans closer to him, fully invested now, reacting to every sound the game makes.
he glances up at you.
“you’re welcome to sit here if you want,” he offers. “she seems determined to stay.”
you hesitate, then laugh softly.
“yeah,” you admit. “she usually is.”
and just like that, you sit down close enough to keep an eye on your daughter, and close enough to start talking.
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youruser someone seems to be very happy after making a friend at the café
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friend1 complete opposite from mom. she's a social butterfly
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by the fifth time it happens, it doesn’t feel like a coincidence anymore.
you recognize him the moment you push the café door open. the same table by the window, the same coffee order, the same quiet focus as he scrolls through his phone. he looks up when he hears the bell, and before you can even register the smile forming on his face, your daughter is already tugging at your hand.
“him,” she says. “mama, let's go with him.”
you laugh softly.
“alright, alright.”
introductions happened somewhere between the second pie and the third shared meeting in the café. names, at least. oscar. just oscar. he learned your daughter’s name quickly, remembers it every time, and always kneels a little so he’s at her level when he says hello.
“hey,” he greets her now, warm and easy. “you’re back.”
she grins like he’s just said something very important.
he glances at you, already holding his phone up slightly.
“is it okay if she plays for a bit?”
you nod. you always do.
she climbs onto the chair next to him, legs swinging, and oscar hands her his phone like it’s the most natural thing in the world. she taps happily at the screen, completely absorbed, while the two of you settle into conversation like this has always been your routine.
you talk about nothing amd everything at the same time.
he listens. really listens. no checking his phone, no distracted glances, just quiet attention. like there's nowhere else he’d rather be.
it’s comfortable.
oscar gets distracted by your daughter asking questions about the new game he downloaded on his phone for her, and you take this as an opportunity to check your very own phone.
an article appears when you open google:
McLaren driver Oscar Piastri says goodbye to the 2025 season with Instagram post.
you blink.
you look up at oscar slowly, then at the picture in the article, then at him again.
“…driver?” you ask carefully.
he visibly winces before letting out a sigh.
“yeah.”
your daughter looks up at the sound of his voice.
“driver?”
he nods. “i drive cars.”
that’s all it takes.
she abandons the phone completely, leaving it forgotten on the table as she climbs halfway onto the table.
“do they go fast?”
“do they go vroom?”
“can you drive me?”
questions spill out faster than he can answer, and he laughs, trying his best.
“they’re very fast,” he says.
“yes, they go vroom.”
"maybe i can drive you and your mom somewhere in my normal car.”
you’re still processing, arms crossed loosely as you watch him handle her excitement with surprising ease.
“you didn’t say anything,” you finally say.
oscar shrugs, softer now.
“i liked that you didn’t know,” he admits. “it was nice. being… normal. just oscar.”
you nod. you understand that more than you expect.
when it’s time to leave, you gather your things, lifting your daughter into your arms. she waves enthusiastically at him like she’s known him forever.
oscar hesitates, then clears his throat.
“hey,” he says, a little quieter. “would you—maybe want to do this again? properly. like perhaps a date?”
you smile, then sigh.
“i’d love to. but… I don’t really have a sitter.”
“that’s okay,” he says immediately. “i like her company. she's like my tiny bestie at this point.”
you end up exchange numbers.
and this time, when you leave, it feels different.
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friend2 who is that 🤔
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oscarpiastri things to take for next time: a flower bouquet and a coloring book
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user1 WHAT
user2 OSC???
user3 OH YMGOD
user4 so happy for you, oscar!
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