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itaipava · 5 months

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— little things about a relationship with f1 boys.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

playfully pushing each other’s buttons simply because you can. feigning forgetting important days to surprise you later. falling asleep together to the sound of the rain. sports, video games, boardgames because a couple that plays together, stays together. laughing so hard you can’t breathe. unpredictable hugs. encouraging each others’ hobbies and interests. inside jokes. lots of it. so many couple selfies. wearing his hoodies and shirts. going on double dates. constantly doing movie marathons. saying “love you” at the end of every phone call.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

lunch dates. living your best life together. laughing and singing freely. sweet little texts throughout the day to check in on you. “how was your day?” subconsciously pulling you closer in his sleep. lovingly looking at each other just because. sharing umbrella in the rain/sun. taking photos for each other. “goodbye” and “hello” kisses. road trips - sometimes spontaneous and sometimes carefully planned for weeks prior. running hands through each other’s hair. cooking and doing the dishes together afterwards. little foot massages. never forgetting to say “thank you” for the little things.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

him looking at you when you’re not looking and the soft, comfortable eye contact when you catch him looking and neither looking away as you giddily smile at each other. him saving extra treats like chocolate or candy for you and slipping them in your pocket as a little surprise. him subconsciously sniffing your hair or neck before hugging you even tighter. tracing your features with his fingertips during afternoon cuddles by the window because he finds you so beautiful. always looking at each other first when you find something funny. conversations at midnight, at 3 a.m, at early in the morning, evening, afternoon. it’s falling a little more in love with each inner thought and idea shared. flirty and cheesy words exchanged just because. smiling and laughing till your faces and stomachs hurt.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

stolen gazes in public that become stolen smiles then stolen kisses in the dark. even when surrounded by other people, his eyes always find you and yours him. loving each other’s company so much that you lose track of time; sitting at a corner table in a quaint little café — that later becomes your spot — talking about your ideas and thoughts and dreams for hours and hours until the waiter interrupts, asking you to order again or to leave. him instinctively putting his hand on your knee or on your waist when someone tries to flirt with you. surprise back hugs and soft kisses on the shoulder. innocent neck kisses in an attempt to tickle the other.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

already acting like a married couple as well as best-friends. saying “honey, i’m home.” breakfast in bed. taking long walks together. watching tv while cuddling. soft laughter. him doing your manicures. soaking in the warm tub together. little glances at each other when in public, in your own little world. slow kisses. slow dances. fancy and traditional dinner dates. “we’re in this together.” taking things slow. giving each other fashion advice. going shopping together. trying on clothes and posing for each other. late night phone calls. wanting to be around each other so much that you make up excuses to have more time together before the date or the hang-out ends. him adoringly looking at you when you’re not looking. matching jewelry

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

being each other’s home and safe haven. casual pda; the hand-holding; having his arm slung over your shoulder; clinging onto his side while walking. leaning closer to each other to whisper inside jokes in public. secrets exchanged at 3 a.m under the covers, facing each other, fingers absentmindedly trailing on one another’s skin. knowing what the other is trying to say with just a look. looking at each other in public, not touching but feeling close. him adoringly watching you from the bed while you do your skincare in front of the vanity table; locking gazes in the mirror, playful smirks forming on your faces. innocent neck kisses. taking plenty of couple selfies/mirror selfies together. unintentionally matching outfits and laughing about it.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

it’s acting like an old married couple. enjoying doing the mundane things together. making bad jokes then staring at each other and your faces breaking out in grins and soft laughter. saying one thing but meaning the complete opposite: it’s ‘i hate you’s with loving smiles. accepting each other’s flaws and falling even more in love for them. him giving you his hoodie so that you can wear it when you’re cold or use it as a makeshift blanket. him poking your sides at the most random moments and giving you a mischievous, teasing half-smile when you tell him to stop. facetime calls at night for ‘a few minutes’ that end up lasting for hours with you falling asleep on call and him taking screenshots of it to tease you later but also end up staring at your peaceful, sleeping face with the softest smile.

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embrosegraves · 6 months

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𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤

Oscar Piastri x Reader “He’s not my boyfriend anymore.” “You can’t tell people that we’re engaged like that.”

Reader and Oscar announce their engagement on social media through a hilarious (for them) prank.

I really hope this turns out okay, I've never done a smau before :D

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youruser We move on…

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yourBff that’s it! I’m taking you on a trip far away. → youruser ily

user wait what user where’s oscar? where’d he go? user haha, i’m scared. f1wags ‘we move on’ what dOES THAT MEAN f1wags im gonna lose me job 😭😭

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oscarpiastri Moving on…

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landonorris surely start a jpg → oscarpiastri no

user where is mother? user mother’s not even in the like nooooo user oh no. they have matching captions f1wags istg Oscar if you and mother broke up

logansargeant ayo? → liked by oscarpiastri

imessage

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youruser it’s been emotional

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landonorris answer my texts → youruser what texts bro? they’re all literally just “???”

user mother is making music at the cost of not dating oscar 😭😭 f1wags queen are you /j or /srs i NEED to know user no please not like this

logansargeant our boy is sorry, please put him out of his misery → youruser our boy? Far as i’m concerned, we don’t share a boy

user everyday I am reminded of everything wrong in the world user is no one paying attention to the grid’s comments? → user they’re as desperate as we are for info 😭 → user and logan’s comment? What do you mean you don’t share a boy?!?

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oscarpiastri A lot of emotions this week

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landonorris Oscar please answer my texts → oscarpiastri the only thing you’ve sent me is ?????

user AGAIN WITH THE MATCHING CAPTIONS f1wags Hahaha Oscar I’m getting really scared now hahahaha user I’ve known not a single day of peace since Y/n’s first post

NicolePiastri what did you do Osc? → user NOT EVEN MAMA PIASTRI KNEW → user noooooooooooooooooooo

user hey god? I am NOT one of your strongest soldiers user guys neither of them have specified which emotions they’re feeling → user please don’t give me hope → user I’m too far in to believe that they’re happy 😭😭😭

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NicolePiastri Well this answers my question

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landonorris ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! → youruser this is so funny to me → oscarpiastri hehehehehehe

user EVERYONE CALLED ME CRAZY BUT I WAS RIGHT f1wags I can sleep easy now :’D user they’re laughing. WE SUFFERED AND THEY’RE LAUGHING

logansargeant okay, without me? rude. → youruser oh please, you would’ve spilt at first chance → logansargeant i don’t like you

user WARRRRR ISSSS OVERRRRRRRR user everyone say thank you Mama Piastri → user THANK YOU MAMA PIASTRI → user THANK YOU MAMA PIASTRI → youruser Thank you Mum ❤️😁 → oscarpiastri Thank you Mum ❤️ → NicolePiastri You’re welcome kids

AHHHH I hope you enjoyed! first time ever doing a social media au si I'm crossing my fingers that this was good 🤞

Let me know what you think, I might make some more depending on feedback but who knows

#formula 1 x you #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #oscar piastri x reader #oscar pastry #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri smau #reader is besties with logan sargeant bc i said so #let me know if you liked this!#i'm so nervous about posting this for some reason #prolly my need to please people lmao

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samandcolbyownme · 14 days

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Summary: You’re an actress and you get nominated for a big award show so you take Tara and your boyfriend, Zach.

Warnings: SMUT18+, sexual innuendos, strong language, mentions of alcohol, reader drinks, flirting, banter/joking with Zach, Zach being Zach, after party, unprotected sex, quickie, hair pulling, pet names (cute), funny and fluff with a little bit of filth

Reader has a laid back, jokester personality, kinda like Jennifer Lawrence, or even Emma stone maybe?

Word count: 4.6k | not edited

I wasn’t going to add smut into this but then I did, so enjoy!

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Zach has been your boyfriend for almost a year now. Everyone knows you’re together, hell. It was hard to hide it even the first few months.

You are a huge success is the acting industry, you’ve been in every genre of movie and tv show, and everyone absolutely loved you.

“Tara is running a little late.” Zach yells out, his voice growing closer, “Where-“ he groans, “are you?” The bathroom door pushes open and he tilts his head, “I’m going to need to put a bell on you or something.

You’re nervous. In shock. Absolutely terrified out of your mind - The Oscars was a huge deal for you.

You laugh lightly at his joke as you pick up the brush to brush your hair again, Cindie - you’re makeup artists, loves when you have your hair tangle free for her.

“Whoa, pump the breaks.” He walks in, closing the door behind him. He turns you to face him, fingers gently tilting your head up, “You’re nervous.”

You purse your lips and bite down on the inside of your cheek, as you can feel tears welling.

All you do is nod and that was enough for Zach. He wraps his arms around you, sighing out, “How many time so I gotta tell you, baby. You’re dating Zach justice and we never lose.”

You look up at him, laughing as you shake your head, “I’m so glad I have you.”

And you really were. Zach was your calm in the storm of the bad days with being so popular. All the flying, the not really having time to eat. Hell, you can barely get a minute alone to yourself most days.

Zach understands that, so he tries to give you your space when you’re home, but you never wanted to be alone when he was around.

“I get that a lot, but thank you. It’s an honor to called yours, m’lady.” He pretends to lift an invisible hat toward you and you smirk.

Zach knew just how to make you laugh. He loved hearing your laugh, he also loved to see how bad he could embarrass you. Once you guys got comfortable and cozy around each other - which was super fast.

You and Zach clicked instantly, like, you both knew you and him were endgame.

You both loved to roast each other, that’s mainly how you flirt, but, Zach does have his sweet and sensitive side when it comes to you. He knows when it’s okay to push and when it’s not.

One time when you were out shopping, there were people around and you weren’t really paying attention.

You were more or less focusing on whether or not this top was in your size. You feel a hand on your back and Zach leans in, “I’m going to go look at the shoes.”

You look up at him with a smile, “Okay. I’m almost done over here so I’ll find you.” He nods once, “Gimme a kiss.”

You stand on your tip toes and press your lips to his. In quick second, Zach steps back, his voice loud enough to draw attention of the people close by, “don’t kiss me, you’re my sister.”

Your smile drops and you freeze, quickly coming to terms with what just happened as you look over to a small group of people staring, “Zach!”

You run after him, clinging to his arm as you laugh, “You’re such a fucking asshole.” He laughs, “You love me.”

“I do.”

You hear the front door open and Zach closes his eyes, “Who gave her a key?”

“The Glam Wagon isn’t here yet?” Tara yells as she walks up the steps, “Hello?” There’s a knock on the door, “Y/n?”

“Go away we’re having the thing you do when you know, you take your pants off and smash genitals together.” Zach explain and you laugh, “Oh my g- Tara you can come in.”

The door opens and Zach is standing infront of it so Tara hits him again, “Move you jerk.” She comes in and looks at you, “What’s wrong?”

Zach looks at you and you sigh, “I’m nervous.”

Tara nods, “I would be, too. I mean, I’m nervous just going as your guest.” She lays a hand on her chest then motions to you as she shakes her head, “I honestly cannot imagine what you’re feeling.”

You nod and laugh slightly, “Oh fuck, this is actually happening.” You rest your forehead on Zach’s chest and he pats your back, “What did I tell you?” He pokes you, “Hey.”

You stand up, looking up at him as you monotone-ly repeat his catchphrase back to him while you fight a smirk, “I’m saying Zach justice, and we don’t lose.”

You mainly said it to get Tara’s reaction. She stares at Zach for a few seconds before letting oit a laugh, “no, there’s no way you say that to her.”

“Um, yeah?” Zach scoffs, “Why wouldn’t I tell her that?”

“Glam Wagon is here!” Cindie yells out from downstairs and you look at Tara, “Time to get pretty.”

You all file out of the bathroom and go downstairs, greeting Cindie and her crew, “Hey, Cindie. How are you?”

She smiles and nods, “I’m great, now..” she stops, pursing her lips as her eyes move to Zach, “Zach, sweetie..”

Zach looks up at her, “What’s up, Cin?” She laughs slightly, “Please tell me that you’re not wearing that.”

“Hey.” Zach holds his hand up, “Don’t hate me because you ain’t me, alright.” He tries not to laugh and you bite down on your lip so you don’t laugh, “Um.” You clear your throat, “I have a stylist coming for him, Cindie. Don’t worry.”

She nods and smiles as she looks away, “Alright, what are we doing for you ladies this afternoon.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You see Zach’s eyes brighten at the sight of the final look on your face and hair. He swallows and nods, “You.. look like.. I need to.. excuse myself to the bathroom for a quick second.”

You roll your eyes, smiling at his hidden compliment, “Thank you, baby.” He winks at you and you spin over to look at Tara, “That lip color is your shade.”

She looks over at you and raises her brows, “Really?” Her voice goes higher as she bounces her legs on the metal bar of the hair chair, “Eeeee. I’m so excited to see it.”

“It looks incredible.” You turn to Zach, “can you grab that dress bag please?”

He stands up, “This one?” He points and you nod. He grabs it off the rack and goes do lay it over his arm but everyone in the room freaks out in unison, “Don’t lay it on your arm?”

Zach rips it up straight and jumps, “Oh my god that was scary!”

You all laugh and Zach makes sure to dramatically hold the dress out from him as he follows you to your bedroom to change.

“You can hang it up on here and then unzip it.” You point to a hook and start to undress. You didn’t need a bra for this so you slipped off the one you had on.

Zach turns around he’s like a teenager finding out what books are, gawking at them like this is the first time he’s ever seen yours, his eyes flick up to yours and he smirks.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You warn as you walk over to pull your dress out, “We don’t have time for you to look at me like that.” You laugh as you gently lay the dress down and step into it.

You pull the fabric up over your thighs and Zach is just in awe of this whole situation, “I, um. I was just admiring how good you happen to look without clothes on.”

He loved your body in every single way and there was nothing that could change his mind. He was proud to be yours, but he was even prouder that you were his.

“Can you zip me up, please?” You look at him over your shoulder and give him a small smile. He nods, “I can do a lot more than that if you want.”

He chuckles as you roll your eyes laughing, reaching forward and grabbing the small oval shaped zipper.

He places a hand on your hip as he drags it upward. You walk over to the mirror once you have it on and give yourself a look over, “This dress is-“ you scoff, “I’m in love.”

“Whoa, whoa, settle down now, let’s remember who’s actually able to love you in ways that you really like.”

Zach smirks at you and you nod, pointing to him, “You’re right.”

He walks over to you, arms sliding around your waist, “You look beautiful.” His eyes lock on to yours in the mirror, “Everyone loves you. I love you.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your neck, “You’re coming home with an award.” He presses another kiss, “We’re going to celebrate with everybody.” He kisses your neck once more, then looks up at you, “Then I’m going to bring you back here and I’m going to do whatever you want me to do.”

An excited shiver goes down your spine, Zach really can sweep you off of your feet.

Tara pushes the door open, “Zach get out. I need to change.”

Zach laughs slightly, “No, y/n. That’s why I wont lay on the sunroof of your car and allow you to act like a hamster.”

Your eyes go wide and you laugh, snapping your head to Tara. She’s giving you both a funny look, “Excuse the fuck out of me, but what are you trying to fucking do?”

Zach laughs and walks out, closing the door behind him. You sit down on the bed, “He was just fucking with me. Trying to embarrass me.”

Tara laughs as ahe changes into her dress with feathers at the top hem, “I figured. You guys are always roasting each other.”

She turns and backs up so you can zip up her dress, “And I think that’s so funny because, like now.” She turns around to face you and she laughs, “You know things we don’t, and it’s just, so funny.”

You laugh and nod, “Right, before you came in, he was giving me this speech about how he’s proud of me, how he loves me and everyone loves me.” You smile, “He’s such a sweetheart.”

Tara walks over to grab your guys heels, “When Zach told me that you messages him. I’m not gonna lie.” She sits down on the bed next to you and hands you your heels, “I was kind of shocked.”

You laugh and lean down to put your shoes on, “Really?”

She nods, “I mean, it wasn’t until after I seen your movies that I understood why Zach was so crazy about you. You guys literally have that click. And it’s so nice to see someone treat Zach the way he deserves.”

You purse your lips, “Girl, I’m gonna cry. You can’t give me this speech now. I’m already a nervous wreck.”

Tara pouts and laughs, “Noooo. Don’t cry.” She moves over to hug you, “I’m sorry, I meant it as a good thing.”

You laugh, “I know, but it doesn’t matter.”

She laughs and stands up, “Come on. We are going to go take a shot or two before we go. I’m sure Zach is already ready, his stylist was here when I came up.”

“Alright.” You take a deep breath, grabbing your bag before you nod, “Let’s go win an award.” You look at Tara and she nods, “That’s the spirit.”

You walk down the steps and you hear a sharp ‘Eeeooww’. You look directly at Zach and he smirks, “Lookin’ good, ladies. Lookin’ good.”

You smirk and look around at the Glam Wagon - you have them that nickname after hiring Cindie. She absolutely loved the nickname, so it stuck.

“Oh. My girls.” Cindie presses her hands together and sighs, “You both look absolutely stunning!” You walk down and you both spin for her, “Y/n. That taupe color looks so good with Zach’s suit.”

You look at Zach who moves to stand next to you, his arm falling around your waist. Tara nods, “You guys look so good. I’m so glad you picked me to third wheel.”

You laugh and shrug, “Couldn’t have picked anyone better.” You hear a beep and you point, “Car is here. Let’s go.”

“Oh wait!” Tara says pulling you into the kitchen. She quickly grabs two shot glasses and puts a shot of tequila in both, “We don’t have time for vodka. Here do you bitch.”

You both laugh as you grab the shot glasses and tap them off the counter before taking them. You both cringe, groaning as you set them down.

In a harsh whisper while pointing to the door, “Let’s go.” You run to the car, giggling as you hold on to Tara’s hand.

“Oh what did you make her do, Tara?” Zach asks as he watches you get in, smiling wide. Tara gets in next to you and you laugh, “We may or may not have-“

“Took a shot of tequila?” Zach cuts you off with a laugh and you nod, “Oh god, is if that bad?”

“I think I did, too by the way the smell violated my sinuses.” Zach laughs and points to your bag, “I put a pack of gum in there for you.”

Tara leans forward and Zach looks at her, “Don’t even.”

Tara sits back, laughing as she takes a piece of gum from you. You hand one of Zach and he takes it, “Why thank you, I’d love a piece.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You laugh as you bite down on the small stick of gum, “But I love you.” You look over at him and he smirks, “I know you do. I love you.”

He pecks your lips and Tara yells, “Selfie!”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The ride to the venue was full of all of you yapping, talking about your speech, laughter. Your nerves were definitely calmed.

That was until the car stops and you see someone walking towards Tara’s door, “Oh fuck.” Zach squeezes your hand, “You got this baby, Tara and I are right here with you.”

You take a deep breath, “Okay.” Tara opens the door and starts to get out while Zach gets out his did and walks around to meet you. He holds his hand out, allowing you to take it as you get out of the car.

He makes sure you don’t flash anyone with your low hanging neck line and the high splitting v in your dress, “You ready?” He whispers and you look up at him with a smile, “I’m ready.”

You take his hand into yours and you start to walk down the carpet, stopping for pictures of just you, lots with Zach of course, you and Tara, and then finally some got shots with all three of you.

You looked up at Zach, smiling wide as his hand nestled securely on the small of your back.

“Stay right there, y/n.” “Don’t move!” “That’s absolutely perfect, yes!”

You laugh slightly as you hold your stare on Zach, “Kiss me.” You mouth and he licks his lips before he leans in, dipping you down as he closes the space.

Tara is cheering loudly which makes you smile within the kiss and Zach stands you up, “They are eating this up like thanksgiving dinner.” He kisses your head, “What did I tell you?”

You laugh slightly as you walk with him into the venue, “They love me.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The next hour went by so slow, but you were still having a good time. Talking to other celebrities, introducing them to Zach and Tara.

You and Zach subtle taking jabs at each other, “I mean, I guess I had nothing to do.” Zach rolls his eyes with a laugh.

“Don’t mind him, he doesn’t have fun in his vocabulary.” You laugh and Emma laughs, “That’s okay. Neither does my husband. It was so good to see you again.” Emma leans in and hugs you, “Good luck tonight.”

“Hey, you too!” You smile and sit back down. Tara wraps her hand around your wrist, “That.. was Emma Stone.”

You nod, “I’m nominated in the same category as her,” you tilt your head, “Along with Jessica Chastain, Sandra Bullock, Shailene Woodley, and Natalie Portman.”

Her eyes widen and the lights go down, “Oh, oh. Here we go.” Your hand slides down find Zach’s. The nerves were setting in again.

He gives your hand a tight squeeze, nodding at you when you look over at him. You smile and lean back into your seat, hand still in his as you listen to the host start the show.

About an hour later - it’s your category.

The crowd applauses as Julia Roberts walks out onto stage. You take your hands from Zach and Tara and brush them over your thighs, trying to keep your heart from racing any faster.

“You’re okay.” Tara says quietly, “We got this, okay.”

You nod and look up, getting ready to smile because you know the cameras will be on you when she says your name.

“Y/n y/l/n for her role in The Strangers: Chapter One.”

You smile waving shyly to the camera and the two other nominees are announced. You return your hands to Zach and Tara’s and you’d think they were just as nervous as you were.

“The Oscar for the Actress In A Leading Role goes to..” the envelope opens, “Y/n Y/l/n.”

Everyone erupts in cheering and clapping. Zach pulls you to your feet and you look at him, “You won, baby. You frickin’ won!”

“Go, go, go!” Tara pushes you forward and you make your way to the stage, still in absolute shock. You get up and hug Julia, “Oh my gosh, hi. Thank you.”

You turn, taking the award from the gentleman on the stage, “Oh my g- thank you.” You walk over do the mic and let out a sigh, “Oh my gosh, wow. Thank you, all so much. Especially to the ones who voted for me, you’re why I do it. I love you so so so much.”

You laugh slightly, “I also wanted to give a quick little shoutout to the dress.” You pause and the audience erupts with yells and clapping, “Shout out Marchesa, and also, shout out to my boyfriend, Zach Justice who’s gonna be taking it off of me later. Thank you.”

You laugh as you wave, leave the stage with Julia. She wraps her arm around you, congratulating you once more before you make your way backstage to where a shit ton of people were waiting, ready to snap as many pictures as they can while you hold your eight and a half pound trophy.

You felt like you were on top of the world, after all. You are one of be youngest actresses to win an Oscar, you’re just good at what you do.

After a while of answering all the questions in the world, you’re ushered to where the crew brought Zach and Tara.

You walk through the door and as soon as Tara locks eyes with you, her mouth drops. You walk over and sit down between them on the couch, looking at them innocently, “What?”

“You did not just say that.” Tara leans in laughing, “y/n.” Zach looks over at you, “Oh, yeah. She did. On worldwide television.”

You lean in towards Zach, “Remember how I told you I was going to get you back for calling me your sister in front of all those people and then twitter blew up about it?”

Zach sighs before letting a laugh slip out, “You really one upped me this time.”

You laugh, “Do you still like me?”

Zach gives you a funny look, “Once my embarrassment subsides, this will be the funniest thing ever.”

“It already is the funniest thing ever. Zach.” Tara laughs, taking the trophy from your hand, “You have definitely met your match with this one.”

You laugh and he leans in to press a kiss to your lips, “I gotta start studying more. I can’t have a girlfriend who’s funnier than me.”

“Zach, this girl just won an Oscar. I don’t think you get to decide who the funnier one is.” Tara leans forward, laughing at Zach and he rolls his eyes, smiling at you, “You did win, and I am so proud of you for that, babe.”

He gives your thigh a squeeze and you were sure if it was the alcohol you drank with Tara, Zach just looking hot as fuck in his designed suit, or the post winning adrenaline - but you did know, you weren’t going to be able to handle not having your hands on him for much longer.

The door opens and a guy with a headset on comes in, “Y/n. If you’d like, since there isn’t a whole lot of time yet for the show, would you want to just head straight over to the Official After Party?”

You look between Zach and Tara, “We will need to stop back at the house so we can change, if that’s okay.”

The guy nods, “That’s more than okay. I’ll send a car for you.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Once back the house, you’ve barely made it into the beddoor before Zach has your zipper going down your back.

You let out a laugh, “Can we at least get into the room first?” You hear a huff as you walk in, and Zach pulls you back into him as he kicks the door shut, “I just wanna show my girl how proud I am of her, okay?”

He spins you around, arms on your biceps, “Now, please, get that cockblock of a dress off your body.”

Your eyebrows raise and you nod, slipping the straps from your shoulders letting them fall down your arms, your dress pooling at your feet.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” His hands move to your waist as he backs you up to the bed. You move up to lay towards the top, watching him undress.

Zach looks at you and he smirks as he unbuttons his shirt. You bite your lip and nod, “Oh yeah, nice and slow, baby.”

Zach lets out a laugh as he shrugs his shirt off, but he secretly loves when you talk dirty to him.

Your eyes follow his hands, undoing his belt, then his pants. He quickly gets them off and is crawling up the bed towards you.

He plants little kisses along your body as he travels up, making his way to your neck. You tilt your head back, hands running up his bare chest, “Zach, baby please.”

You let out a whimper as he sucks a small mark into your skin, kissing up your neck and down your jaw to your lips.

You slide a hand down to the waistband of his boxers, slipping your fingers in to run them over the head of his leaky cock, “Need you.” You whimper out quietly, “Please.”

Zach sits up on his knees, pushing his boxers down as his eyes trail down your body. He watches you take your panties off, tossing them aside before you spread your legs.

His body moves to hover over yours and you feel the head of his cock pressing against your clit. You whimper, rolling your hips as you slide a hand up his arm.

Zach’s hand slides down to your hip as he pushes to slide in, a gasp leaving his lips as your chest squishes against his as you breathe out a quiet, “Fuuuck.”

Your legs immediately move to wrap tightly around his hips, arms doing the same to his neck as his thrusts grow to a quicker pace.

As much as you wanted to have him do whatever you wanted, there wasn’t much time. So, that’s being saved for a little later.

“Fuck, baby.” Zach groans into your neck, “Feels so good.”

You turn your head, lips meeting his in a sloppy embrace. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek as he pauses his thrusts, “Look at me.”

You look up at him and he rests his forehead against yours, “I am so beyond proud of you.”

You bite down on your lip, “Yeah, telling the world that you were ta-“ Zach cuts you off with a scoff, “Not that, that not.” He laughs slightly, “I’m being serious here, sweetheart.”

You smirk, “sorry.”

He pecks your lips as he starts to slowly thrust into you again, his voice in a low tone, “I’m so proud of you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “No one else deserved that award like you do.”

You bite down on your lip, muffling your moans as his words edge you closer.

You didn’t care about the time at this point.

“I love you and I am so proud to call you mine.”

You crash your lips onto hips, squeezing his cock as you whimper out, “M’so close, Zach.” You let out a moan, breathing out, “I love you.”

Your hand moves to his hair, tugging slightly as you arch your back off the bed, “Fuckfuckfuck.” Your nails dig into his skin, moaning louder as you cum around him.

“There ya go.” Zach whispers gently, “Fuck.” He groans into your neck and you feel his thrusts turn rather sloppy, rather quickly.

He pulls out, spilling his cum onto your pelvis with a groan. You cup his cheeks and pulls him into you, kissing him as you swallow his moans with ease.

He leans back, looking down at you with a smirk, “That award winning pussy will do it for me every time.” He winks at you and you feel the heat in your cheeks rising as you let out a laugh, “Get me a towel, please.”

You laugh again as Zach grabs you a towel, “Here ya be. Which dress are you wearing? I’ll get it out.”

You smile at Zach, admiring just how much you loved him, “It is the pink one right there.” You point and he pulled out the dress, holding it up for you to see.

You nod, standing up to go take it from him, “You know we’re leaving early tonight, right?”

Zach nods, watching as you pull the dress up over your ass, “Oh, yeah.” He looks at you when you turn towards him, “Please leave me taking this dress off out of everything, tonight.”

You smirk, walking up to him, “What? You don’t want me to out Zach-“ You raise your brows, “The Zach again?”

He cocks his jaw do the side and sighs, “When you put it that way..” he chuckles as he leans in to kiss you.

Tara bangs on the door while yelling from the other side, “Are you two ready yet? If not wrap it up because we have to go!”

“To be continued?” Zach smirks giving your ass a squeeze, and you nod, looking up at with a smirk, “Of course.”

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Sorry it took an extra day or two, but here it is. I feel like it sucks, but let me know what you think. As always, I love yas! Thank you for being here. 🖤

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leclerc-s · 2 months

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she's married you idiots!

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isabella perez mae, i wasn't aware you and max had gotten a divorce and you were now dating barry keoghan.

mae jones-verstappen oh my god who started it this time??

oscar piastri tmz

zoya torres and fans are definitely helping troll the others who think mae is dating barry.

max jones-verstappen why are they calling him bath water guy and grave guy??

oscar piastri as someone who watched the movie with his girlfriend for the "vine" trust me when i say you don't want to know.

lando norris you do not want to watch that movie, trust me.

isabella perez so that's a negative on you and barry?

max jones-verstappen i hope you get fired. mae jones-verstappen we had dinner, as friends, a while back, but max was with us. which is something tmz kindly left out.

logan sargeant i fucking hate tmz

arthur leclerc is this because they said zoya was dating louis? logan sargeant shut the fuck up?

pierre gasly i think charles is the only one who is safe from dating rumors.

natalia ruiz because the people love him and the italians lose their shit anytime someone implies charles is dating someone.

charles leclerc and they send natalia many dms asking her if we're over so that they can make a move on me.

arthur leclerc i am safe too.

dulce perez up until three months ago, everyone thought i was dating robert. not you. trust me, you are not safe.

rhys jones this? again?

sebastian vettel next they'll be saying max is dating daniel, again.

fernando alonso when did they ever stop saying that?

daniel jones-ricciardo he's my platonic soulmate! max jones-verstappen we're lovers but our wives don't know it yet. daphne jones-ricciardo i was under the assumption that my husband was in a secret love affair with ryan and that max was engaging in an affair with charles?

lewis hamilton a bunch of children, all of you.

fernando alonso starting with me, you, and seb. as the oldest we set the examples. sebastian vettel they learned from us lewis.

lewis hamilton i'm nowhere near as dramatic as you two!

rhys jones "well we're not friends." isabella perez "and teammate" george russell "taken out by my own teammate" lewis hamilton ALRIGHT I GET IT!

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pascaloverx · 5 months

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Rewrite The Stars

Chapter One

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

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The night ends up being good, taking away the pain in your head that doesn't seem to go away. Serving at Pedro Pascal's table is much calmer than you thought it would be. You just need to control yourself so you don't ask for an autograph or over-treat him. Oscar Isaac is also here, having dinner with him. You believe they are just friends having dinner together but you don't want to assume anything.

"I don't know what you did, but the manager is calling you. And I'm telling you, he's in a horrible mood." Your coworker speaks close to your ear and you feel butterflies in your stomach. It can only be about the incident with Pascal. You prepare to hear some nonsense.

"If I don't get out of there in five minutes, rescue me. I feel like even my third generation will be insulted today." You say looking at your colleague as if you know you got screwed. She nods her head positively with a look of empathy. You head towards your manager who is standing near the back door, right where the whole incident happened. You're officially screwed.

"Can you explain to me how you cause an accident with a celebrity on the same day that I made it clear that nothing could go wrong?" Your manager says, while you are confused.

"Sir, as much as it seems like it wasn't me who caused the accident. It was a coincidence, nothing more than that." You speak softly, trying to stay calm.

"There are no coincidences in the world of customer service. This is a renowned restaurant, not a corner diner. My team must be impeccable. Your mediocrity offends me to the point that I won't even ask for your advance notice. Remove your things from my establishment and go to HR as soon as possible." Your former manager speaks, with a tone of contempt.

"You are being unfair, I did my best to carry out my tasks with mastery." You speak almost out of despair. This job is all you have.

"What I am or am not is none of your business. Oh, and don't use this work as a reference, I will make it my personal goal to ruin any job opportunity you have." It was at that moment that his emotional shock turned to anger. Resigning is bad, but getting in the way of having another job is too much.

"So if I have nothing left to lose, I'm going to take this opportunity to be very realistic." You speak losing the last bit of control you have over yourself.

"And what are you going to do about it?” He asks, almost mocking your face. You then take the jug of orange juice and throw it at his head.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll leave with the rest of my dignity." You say, turning around and noticing that people in the restaurant have noticed your disagreement with the manager. Everyone's eyes were on the situation you had just been in and you felt embarrassed. You even wondered where Mr. Pascal was, since you hadn't seen him.

"Are you looking for me?" Mr. Pascal speaks behind you, and you jump discretely scared.

"Do you have a habit of surprising others unexpectedly?" You say, composing yourself and walking towards the employee area. Surprisingly Mr. Pascal accompanies you.

"It's not a habit of mine but I think it's happening a lot when it comes to our dates with each other. I apologize if I'm being intrusive." Mr. Pascal speaks sincerely in your tone of voice.

"You don't need to apologize, I may have been rude. This night suddenly turned into chaos." You say it, trying to be as subtle as possible, but the truth is that you're screwed and you can't even hide it.

"I witnessed the scene with your old boss. I must say that despite the waste of a beautiful orange juice, he deserved every drop of that juice." Mr. Pascal speaks, almost containing his laughter, and you feel happy to amuse someone that night.

"Do you need anything, I still work here until I take off my uniform." You say, imagining that he followed you because he needed something.

"Actually, I came to give you something. I know it doesn't make up for your dismissal but I think you You deserve it for your effort." He hands you a piece of paper, more specifically a check.

"Sir. No need to give me a check for the inconvenience, seriously. At the end of the day, this job wasn't the best." You say, trying to return the check but Mr. Pascal doesn't accept it.

"Take it as a tip for causing all this and for you getting fired because of me." Mr. Pascal says, forcing the check into my hands. You smile thinking that you are incredibly lucky of being in the presence of a celebrity that you like but that your boss made you feel as if you were insignificant.

"Thank you, sir. It was an honor to meet you." You say, taking the check and putting it on your uniform, not seeing the amount or anything. Mr. Pascal takes your hand lightly and you feel as if the world stops for that split second in which he held your hand.

"It was my pleasure, I hope that if we meet again, your life will be in a better situation." Mr. Pascal speaks with an unusual kindness, his smile could light up a village but you could only focus on the fact that he was lightly holding your hand. Your hand in his and his hand in yours.

"Good evening, Mr. Pascal." You say it as soon as you can come to your senses. He nods as if accepting my goodnight and then he returns to his table. And you return to your reality.

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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All the talk of Johnny with a tug of war rope has got me thinking about those videos of people playing tug with smaller dogs and just fully lifting them off the ground.

Smaller/shorter reader gets absolutely fed up with Johnny trying to get them to play and kinda snaps. Fine, you want me to play with this toy so bad? My toy now. No you cannot have it back. No actually you cannot touch it, period, I don't care how much you snarl at me. (Johnny isn't angry at all, but if pretending to be mad gets reader to play longer, then call him Oscar-nominated actor John MacTavish.) Ghost comes home to see Johnny and reader both white-knuckling the tug rope and reader's feet are a full foot off the ground.

Alternately, Ghost tries to take a toy away from Johnny but Johnny is being a real brat about it so Ghost just yoinks him up and shakes him until he loses his hold.

~@slashhinginghasher

im SO obsessed with this oh my FUCKING god like. oh man. wowowowowowowowowowowow

i love the way you describe reader here - just finally giving in and playing along with johnny and immediately being just the brattiest little thing you've ever seen in your life. oh my god. she's horrible. johnny doesn't even care as long as you play with him though <3

i really love the idea of johnny overacting all of his reactions because it works you up more. like, you're trying to get on his nerves and he loves it but you'll stop playing if you know he loves it, so he just totally plays up his "anger" and acts comically pissed off. he has the time of his life, and you get to think you're actually starting to get to him. win-win

i think johnny and simon both love to manhandle you but in different ways. simon likes to emphasize his size so he's constantly grabbing you, covering your body with his, stuff like that. but johnny really gets off on how much power he has over you and how you're basically a toy for him if he wants you to be, so he's always pushing and prodding you, doing whatever he wants.

so johnny would absolutely yank you straight off the ground. he'll tug you around a few times, spin in a big circle maybe, and when he sees how determined you are to not give up the toy now that you've decided it's yours, he just lifts straight up. goddamn muscular man, hours and hours of working out just so he can hold you in the air by one arm

and he is just delighted when you hold on!!! almost forgets to stop acting angry about it so you don't let go. he ends up doing this weird mix of pretending to be pissed off while also mocking you and having fun. he'll totally swing his arm back and forth a little just to watch you sway, laughs when you curl your legs up beneath you

ghost walks in, takes one look at johnny's feral expression and your frustration as you dangle in the air, and just sighs. the things he has to deal with. he lets the two of you keep playing as long as neither of you get too worked up though <3

also ohhhhh my god so obsessed with ghost manhandling johnny, you have no idea

picturing johnny being a needy little brat, begging and begging and begging endlessly for ghost to play with him even though he's clearly busy. finally ghost grabs the other end of the rope and tugs so hard that johnny nearly goes flying, left tumbling ass over tea kettle as ghost lets go and just watches him fall

johnny's got a good hold of the rope in his teeth so ghost just yanks up, holds johnny's head at a very uncomfortable angle and shakes him off :/ scoffs and rolls his eyes at the growls vibrating through the rope, jerks it in the air even harder until he finally falls on his ass

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39oa · 7 months

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top 3 landoscar moments <3

miss risa you have no idea how difficult this was i think this is like 20x the acceptable length of what this prompt called for.

honorable mentions: not one specific moment but any instance of 1) lando constantly giving oscar the opportunity to win in the final round (see winner-takes-all during summer games + 100-point ultimatum in mini golf), i think if we tallied all their wins by round over the course of mclaren pr videos he'd honestly be above oscar by now, 2) lando being obessed with saying OSCUHHHH like it's an actual filler word he's ingrained into his basal speech patterns instead of his legal name, and 3) obviously oscar hearts-eyeing lando's entire existence in general though i think one great moment is the virgin radio uk appearance because why were they still managing to exchange extremely charged eye contact throughout 14 minutes of zak brown sitting between them. brah

other hms include ice bath video just because them making those sounds at each other was objectively hilarious, the cricket match-up (lando getting all worked up like "nice and easy oscar or else i'll take you off in the next race!!!" "i'm just worried about oscar, i feel like he's a silent killer you know" "oscahhh ): let me get you out mate ))):" and then oscar nonchalantly going Well it's only lando bowling i'll be fine. and immediately decimating him with his aussie schoolboy cricket prowess lmfao), suzuka in general but more specifically oscar not being prepared in the slightest to get absolutely doused by lando on the podium after he foksmashed his champagne, and also underrated landoscar moment is definitely oscar submitting the lando P3NI5 photo to a neural network image guesser.

ok let me get onto the actual list but thongs debate too just because lando obviously Knew but was doing it to be a little shit... in general i think what's fun to me about landoscar is that they've become quite natural in a sort of quiet domestic way so i like any moment that shows off their wordless communication, or alternatively oscar's endless level of patience + tolerance toward lando (listening to whatever pre-race music he blasts / silently giggling at his antics during the cake decoration video). like it's kind of funny when lando pretends in any way that he's miles more hilarious than oscar is because 1) he literally has the exact same sarcastic sense of humor, 2) 80% of his humor is a defense mechanism anyway, and 3) he's probably even more baseline introverted than oscar is (omg i could write a thesis on their social media presences but i won't.) and whenever people talked about how carlando were So Funny as teammates and mistakenly ascribed effusiveness to lando's character in response to their dynamic it quickly became apparent later on that carlos was always the one bringing this out in lando and not the other way around so... like i think their humor matches up well just in subtle moments aka the post-double podium video where oscar is like eyeing the way lando is holding his trophy at the start and then lando gets embarrassed and they start giggling while poor andrea is trying to make his speech like If you two don't stop!!

ANYWAY THE LIST:

🥉 twister: not really because it tells me anything wrt aspects of their dynamic but just because it's SO RIDICULOUS AND UNHINGED. first of all it's such a stunning instance of lando being better at something than oscar is but then the something is literally just being flexible so that's already a large enough indictment there (why are you as a man only good at golfing and being a little gaybo... i won't). but like [face-to-face with oscar's ass while folded up like a little pretzel] "what a sight that is" / "OSCUHH" x5 WHILE HIS VOICE IS LITERALLY GOING HOARSE IN THE PROCESS / and of course the most formative "YOUR LEFT FOOT IS NOT GOING BETWEEN MY LEGS!!!" actually dynamics-wise this WAS informative in that it proved to us that oscar will always be the first to lose at gay chicken. amen

🥈 sportbible green flag video: i think this video deserves to be slotted in at #2 because it's from when their teammate dynamic was still somewhat fresh but it proved to me that oscar was capable of Handling lando... like lando was clearly On One here and saying the most genuinely unhinged shit and somehow oscar still managed to find him funny and charming?!?? which i think is important because as much as oscar has always been characterized as chill and accepting there have been instances of him being genuinely flabbergasted and/or frustrated during his prema days which is of course also a reflection of age and natural maturity, but i still feel like specifically with lando he is SOOOOO TOLERANT of all his particularities and FOR WHATTTTTT. but also you can see during the >LOOK AT YOU WITH YOUR STUPID GOATEE ON moment that this was when lando was starting to understand that oscar wouldn't bend to everything he said and could be witty and incisive (silent killer) when he wanted to be and i think this is important as well in determining the equal footing of their dynamic. tbh my favorite moment here is the entire astrology question because of lando confidently assigning oscar piscesisms when that couldn't be any further from the truth. go off king of rejecting logical reasoning

🥇 LANDO'S BIGGEST FAN INCIDENT: this is #1 to me for so many reasons aka 1) i think this was formative to landoscar taking off as a ship in general because it spanned multiple fics but also 2) this was Personally what convinced Me to actually invest in 814 ship stonks because beforehand i was like "ok clearly oscar likes lando as a teammate and lando thinks oscar is a little lame and dry (in a mildly derogatory instead of fond way) and also oscar is just an attentive listener in general so his heart eyes disposition is mildly exaggerated" but then i watched this and it rewired my brain chemistry. the way we were still skeptics in august...

this whole fanmeeting is insane for several reasons but basically it boggles my mind because the entire exchange starts from the moment oscar is DESCRIBING HOW LARGE HIS NECK HAS GOTTEN which means lando is like sitting there quietly cataloguing the size of his body while oscar gets mildly flustered by the nature of the conversation and then lando deliberately cuts in like mate i'll buy you a new shirt and you can tell you can TELLLLL he was sitting on that response making sure it read well in his head. also it's doubly insane because when oscar responds that he'll get him a smaller shirt to strangle him they're both clearly interpreting it in bad faith like "you just want to get rid of me because i'm your competition xD" but then for whatever reason lando decides to make it Exceedingly weird 5 seconds later and his VOICE LITERALLY CRACKSSSS WHEN HE SAYS HE'LL BUY HIM A SEE-THROUGH SHIRT???????? like what's all this then. why did he essentially call oscar fit. why did he default to his little fantasy of seeing Known Bad Dresser oscar piastri in a shirt detailing lando's possession of his affections. genuinely calamitous levels of embarrassing for everyone involved i don't even know what to say.

ok i'll stop but hopefully this was informative <3 i'm so sorry

edit: omg i forgot to mention this but also the iconic silverstone fan stage side-hug and lando's whole face lighting up when he realized oscar was the one initiating physical contact!!!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#never ask a man his salary or a lesbian why her landoscar tumblr manifesto is 1k words long #a

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laundrypause · 5 months

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Ummm ummm ummmm ummmm UMMMMMMM

This is giving country boy from a small town who doesn't have many close friends because he has trust issues believing they all would leave him anyway. Instead his best friends are the animals on the farm he works for, befriends all the chickens and names them famous rappers like Ice Coop, LL Cool Lay, Snoop Chick, Eggnenim, Clucky Minaj, Henny Elliot etc. (he thinks-no, he knows he's funny) But Mr Hunter here harbours a secret (not really, a lot of people know). At night, when all the farm animals are asleep and his chores are done, he goes to town and performs at a local bar. And then comes along a certain someone who works for a record label. Oscar's boss needs a new artist, someone fresh, someone deep and if he doesn't get someone new quickly, then he's gonna be fired. So he ventures out to the country but unfortunately his car breaks down or something like that when it's literally close to ten at night, it's dark and he's supposed to be meeting with a potential artist in another state at 11 am the next morning. Wait, oh is that a bar? In walking distance? Maybe he could ask if there were any mechanic shops nearby that could help with their problem. Upon entering, he heard what he could only describe as euphonious. It was like he died and was outside heaven's gate hearing an angel sing. He tries to turn to the stage to see who this supposed angel is and oh.

Ohhhhhhh. He even looks like an angel. The fluorescent lights on his blondish hair makes it look like a halo. Oscar stays awhile, asks the bartender if they could call someone to tow his car and just sits down to enjoy the vie- uh umm voice yea voice.

Bla bla bla, they get to talking, Logan starts to trust Oscar, bla bla bla, they both confess bla bla bla they're in love your honor. Then Oscar brings up the prospect of Logan signing for a record label and obviously Logan's hesitant but he can trust Oscar right? So he goes along with Oscar's plan, follows him back to the city to yk go and audition for a record label that Oscar's apparently familiar with.

Logan meets Oscar's boss and bam, his boss reveals Oscar to be working for the record label and says something along the lines of looks like you're not losing your job today! The speed at which Logan's face falls. So Oscar was just using him to not get fired? Did he genuinely believe that he was talented or just wanted to save his own ass? Was everything, everything between them all fake? Their relationship or whatever this thing between them, the foundation, all lies. Logan walks out, Oscar tries to explain himself to him but Logan doesn't want to hear it. This, this is exactly why he doesn't trust people, he'll only get hurt in the end. And the one time, the one time he puts his trust in someone, they manage to betray him. It's pretty funny, hilarious even but he can't find it in himself to laugh.

Do they make up in the end though? Of course they do. Oscar doesn't want to have to choose between Logan and his job so of course he quits it and chooses Logan. He gets some flowers and some fishing gear-sometimes on Logan's days off, he'd go to the seaside and fish on his own (he's in love guys, get with the story)-and appears in front of Logan's doorstep. Now, Logan is pretty strong. Maybe not as strong as Oscar but he's pretty strong, he works at a farm for God's sake but when he opens his front door to see Oscar drenched from the rain… (oh yea it's raining did I forget to mention?) Lord, he's not your strongest soldier. He begrudgingly (lies, he would've dragged Oscar into the house) let's Oscar in, makes him use the shower to warm up and lends him his clothes while he makes him a hot chocolate. Even puts a bit of whipped cream (cuz he whipped wbk). It's kinda funny seeing Oscar in his clothes. Oscar's the same height as him but he's more buff, has broader shoulders. Logan let's Oscar explain bla bla bla, happy ending.

An alternative to Oscar appearing at Logan's house is Oscar knocking multiple times but getting no answer. Zilch. Obviously he thinks Logan is still mad at him and goes to run back into the dry, warm comfort of his car. Before he could do that though, he hears a car pull up and out comes Logan (with an umbrella. He actually cares about not getting sick from the rain). Huh, he probably should've noticed the lack of Logan's car in the driveway but he was too preoccupied with trying to find the right words to say. It was all for nothing though because seeing Logan again must have tripped the ‘be embarrassing’ button in him.

Out of all the things he could say, out of the bajillion words in the English language, he said hi.

HI??? HIII??? Hi-5 your face man. Wtf. Logan awkwardly replies, goes over to unlock his door and invites Oscar in. What happens next is the same as the previous.

Mr Sargeant tryna play coy, tucking that piece of hay behind his ear...

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feelingf1 · 9 months

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and they said speak now part 2 - oscar piastri

you can read part one: here

happy taylor swift month!! (or august as normal people call it)

also, I forgot to give Ocar’s bride a name in the first part, hence why I just keep calling her ‘bride’. :)

enjoy!!

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But Oscar kept his mouth shut.

He looked at you, at his bride, at the priest, at the crowd, but he never once opened his mouth.

It was like he was frozen still, until suddenly, he dropped his bride’s hands and left the church through the back door.

That was it. You had just ruined your best friend’s wedding, and probably your friendship too.

The tears started to fall down your face, and there was no way that you could stop them. You were truly heartbroken.

The bride made her way down the aisle, stopping to talk to you, or rather, give out to you.

“Wow, thanks a lot Y/N. You really know how to make a wedding day amazing, don’t you?” The sadness was evident in her voice, as it broke multiple times, but that didn’t stop it being laced with sarcasm.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to whisper, attempting to wipe the tears from your eyes, to look collected. “I didn’t mean to ruin your day, but I’m in love with him, and I had to tell him.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “You’re a pathetic excuse of a person. Ruining our wedding day just so you can confess feelings that he doesn’t have, because, to remind you, HE’S GETTING MARRIED TO ME!!”

She was shouting now. Her bridal group tried calming her down, but there was no stopping her.

“If he loved you, wouldn’t you be the bride right now?” She stated, glaring at you.

With that statement, she walked away and headed out of the church doors. You were left standing in the aisle, before your legs crumbled from under you. You dropped your head and wrapped your arms around yourself.

“What have I done?” You whispered to yourself multiple times. Oscar had been a part of your life ever since you could remember, surely you didn’t lose him that easily, right?

You felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you. You looked up to find Lando, smiling softly at you. You dropped your head onto his shoulder and cried into his suit, grabbing onto him for comfort.

“Oh Lando, I’m so stupid. What have I done?” Lando comforted you, rubbing his hand through your hair.

“Oh Y/N. You told the truth, that’s not wrong to do. I promise you that. You’re brave for doing it.” The two of you sat on the floor for a few more minutes before he got to his feet.

“C’mon, we have an Oscar to go find.”

Your head snapped up at the mention of his name.

“Huh?” You asked.

Lando grabbed your hands. “Do you seriously think I’m letting this end here? No, we’re gonna go find him.”

You pulled yourself up with Lando’s help, before you started arguing with him.

“No way. That is definitely not happening this time Lando.” Could you really trust Lando’s advice again, when his advice is what landed you in this situation in the first place.

“You can’t lose him, Y/N.”

He was right. You couldn’t lose Oscar. You couldn’t lose the person who you loved for years.

“Okay, let’s go.” You agreed, and the two of you headed out the doors.

You got outside, and soon after realized that Oscar had left. He didn’t drink much last night, so he was perfectly fine to drive, something that wasn’t common with all of the other wedding guests.

You pulled out your phone, trying desperately to call and text him, but there was no reply, to you or to anybody, as all his mates had been trying him too.

Oscar’s groomsmen headed over to you. “Y/N, any idea where he’d be?” After all, this was yours and Oscar’s home town, nobody knew it better than the two of you.

You thought long and hard about where he could be. He wouldn’t be at his home, that was too obvious. He wouldn’t be at his parents’, because his parents’ house was accommodated by the rest of his family attending the wedding, and that was too obvious also.

“Y/N, is there anywhere he goes when he’s like stressed?” Lando asked you.

And then it clicked, you knew exactly where Oscar was.

He was at the Old Park.

You ran out to the church’s gates, signaling for a taxi on the busy main road. Lando raced after you. “I’ll go with you, but I’ll stay in the car, okay?” You nodded your head in agreement, and a taxi pulled up to the two of you soon after.

“Where are you guys headed?” The taxi driver asked after the two of you rushed in.

“The Old Park please, as quick as you can.”

You and Lando didn’t talk on the journey there, which was unlike you, but with the tension being so high with everything that just happened, maybe it was better than way.

Your legs were bouncing with nerves. You only had one shot to make this right, to make it up with Oscar, to get your best friend back.

After what felt like hours, you arrived at the park. You swung the door open and left Lando to deal with the payment. As you ran through the park, headed for the picnic benches, your mind became flooded with memories.

Ever since the two of you were young, this was your hangout place. You lived in a tiny apartment with all your siblings, so you could never have Oscar over as a child. Even though he invited you to his house all the time, the two of you wanted a place away from everybody else.

This is where Oscar came after every bad race, where you’d assure him that his family were still so proud of him. You’d come here when your family would stress you out with their sky-high expectations for you, and give out to you when you wouldn’t meet them. Oscar would hold you in his arms as you cried your heart out. He had to be here now, at your place.

As you sprinted up the slope, you saw a shadow sitting on the picnic table, and you never felt so relieved. He was looking down over the city, a view the two of you had spent many night admiring, but also wishing you could get away from.

You stopped dead in your tracks. What were you going to say to Oscar? Apologize? Explain? You didn’t really know, but you had to say something.

“Oscar?” You said, softly.

Oscar’s head whipped around, and he gave you a soft smile when he seen you. “I knew you’d find me.” He replied.

He pushed over to one side of the table and patted it, beckoning for you to join him, which you did.

You sighed deeply before you started explaining.

“Oscar, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your wedding, really I didn’t. It’s just, well, I was told by someone that I should tell you how I felt. I tried to do it this morning but I was too nervous. I- I don’t know why I did it in the church, I never thought I would, but the fact I did it must mean something right? It’s just-”

Oscar grabbed your jaw, turned your head towards you, and kissed you. The kiss was deep with passion and desire, which, for you, confirmed that you weren’t the only one with feelings.

After a few moments, Oscar pulled away and pressed your foreheads together.

“Y/N, I’ve loved you for years. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything, I guess I was scared of ruining our friendship. I didn’t really want to get married, but I thought it might force me to get over you, because I thought you would never like me in any other way. I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”

Tears swelled up in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks. This was possibly the best thing you could have asked for. You wrapped your arms around Oscar and kissed him again, softly, gently, like you two had all the time in the world.

Once again, the two of you pulled away and sat in a comfortable silence.

“Oscar?” You asked, and he hummed back.

“What’re you going to do about the wedding?”

Oscar looked down at himself, almost forgetting he was in his wedding suit, and he ditched his wedding. He stayed silent for a minute, before asking.

“Do you think you can find a wedding dress today?”

“Huh?” You didn’t really understand what Oscar was asking.

He hopped off of the table and pulled off his engagement ring, before getting down on one knee in front of you.

“Y/N, I know this is crazy and rushed, but I want to marry you today. I’ve waited years to tell you that I love you and I don’t think I can wait another day for you to be my bride. So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

You hands flew up to cover your mouth and you nodded frantically. This was the best day of your life, by far.

“Oh Oscar, of course I’ll marry you.”

He placed his ring on your finger before kissing you again. He grabbed your hand as the two of you ran down the slope. “Let’s go get married!” You exclaimed with joy.

A few hours later, you were stood at the church’s doors. You had to ring up your family to tell them the news, and even though they thought you were mental, they were happy for you. You chose to wear your mother’s wedding dress, and your sister happened to be a florist, so she organized your wedding flowers. You had your whole family around you and you couldn’t be happier.

The organ started to play, and with the help of your sisters carrying the train of your dress, you walked down the aisle. Of course, it was a small crowd. Most people wouldn’t show up to a wedding with a few hours notice, but you couldn’t care.

You were getting married to the love of your life, and that’s all that mattered.

The ceremony began and it was beautiful. Half way through, you found Lando in the crowd and smiled at him. None of this would be happening if it wasn’t for him. You giggled to yourself when you seen that there was tear stains on his cheeks, as they were on your own also.

The priest, once again, said the infamous line.

“Speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

There was silence across the church. Nobody wanted to object to your marriage. The two of you started laughing.

“Second time’s the charm, huh?” He whispered into your ear.

The ceremony concluded as the priest reached his final words.

“Y/N, do you take Oscar to be your lawfully wedded husband?” He asked you.

You didn’t even have to think about it. “I do.” You replied, smiling as Oscar placed the wedding ring on your finger.

“Oscar, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Oscar smiled at you. “I do.” You took the ring and carefully placed it on his finger, gently rubbing his hand.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

The two of you kissed, and you had never, ever felt happier. You smiled out at the crowd after, then grabbed Oscar’s hand as the two of your headed down the aisle whilst being showered in confetti and flowers.

You stopped at the steps of the church.

“I love you, husband.”

“I love you too, my wife.”

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Hopefully the 2nd part was okay and you guys enjoyed it! I made sure that it was a happy ending :)

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miloformula123fan · 4 months

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hi! can i request a combination of 23 and 59 with oscar??

Hi!!! I honestly loved writing this, although I apologise for the small cliffhanger I left it on.

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

Oscar Piastri x Reader: (CW: f1 crash (non descriptive), angst, fight)

One day you’re gonna need me and i’m not gonna be there to fix it

Keep fighting, i can’t lose you.

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“Oscar!” Y/N called from the bedroom. “Can you come here a minute?”

“Sure, darling, what’s wrong?” Oscar walked into his bedroom that he shared with his partner, smiling when he saw them on their phone in their bed.

“I saw Alpine’s announcement. Congrats! Can’t believe I’ve signed so many NDAs and you still couldn’t tell me!” Y/N looked up with their excitement evident. Working as an Alpine race engineer meant that they couldn’t wait to eventually be talking to their boyfriend over the radio.

“What? What did Alpine announce?” Oscar looks so confused. Yes he is the reserve driver for Alpine, but he hasn’t extended anything with Alpine, unless it was a sponsor announcement, but he didn’t think he’d announced any of those either.

“Oscar…what… Alpine announced that you’re driving for them to replace Alonso. I’m going to be your race engineer! What…why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N’s smile started to fade, their confusion evident. They could see that Oscar wasn’t comprehending what they were saying.

“Because… I’m not driving for Alpine next year. I’m driving for McLaren.” Oscar looked at his partner in confusion. What was Otmar on? Yes there had been some contract negotiations and honestly Oscar and Mark hadn’t been able to find any fault in the contract. It was just that what McLaren had offered was a lot better. And their data looked better.

“But…both Daniel and Lando have contracts for next year and Alpine just announced the damn thing. What do you mean you’re leaving me for McLaren?” Y/N’s face looked like they were about to cry

“I haven’t signed any contract with Alpine… I- I need to talk to Mark, I need to sort this out.” Oscar pulls his phone out of the charger and sees that he’s already had about 10 missed calls from Mark - considering it’s about 5am where he is, this is a slight surprise. Although maybe not, considering how big of a fuck up this is. Then Y/N’s last words dawned on him.

“I-I’m not leaving you for McLaren. You’ll always be my girlfriend, regardless of what team I’m driving for.” Oscar started panicking as he saw tears starting to fall down Y/N’s face as they furiously tried to rub them away. They then got up from the bed and started repacking their suitcase, not too hard considering they’d only arrived here last night.

“Really? How am I meant to make sure you’re safe when you’re driving for another team? Oscar, listen to me, one day you’re gonna need me and i’m not going to be there to fix it.” Y/N finished zipping up their bag and looked at Oscar. Both of them had tears streaming down their faces that they looked at each other before Y/N kissed Oscar softly on the lips and walked out.

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Y/N saw the crash from the pitwall, but didn’t fully register what had happened until halfway through her message to Gasly ‘Box, box Pierre, red flag, it’s Oscar… sorry, it’s Oscar off.’

“Is he okay?” She could hear Pierre’s worry through his voice.

“No response yet, the team is working on it and the marshalls are working on getting him out, but his vitals appear okay, likely just unconscious from the crash.”

“Okay, copy, box box.” Similarly she could hear his resignation and determination as he came into the pitlane.

Y/N just sat there, listening to the rain pattering on the roof of the pitwall, feeling the tears fall down her face rapidly and her breaths becoming shallower. She could feel some people giving her a little comfort and rubbing her shoulders, nearly everyone had known about their relationship last year and nearly everyone knew how it had ended mid last year due to the chaos of Oscar’s contract woes.

Pierre came up and comforted her, but she refused to take her headphones off until she heard through the radio that the race had been abandoned to unsafe conditions, as it should’ve been hours ago.

When Y/N heard this she ran from the pit wall towards the medical centre. Everyone got out of her way, the exception being Mark, who had clearly been waiting outside the garage for her appearance, who also sprinted through the paddock with her to the medical centre, where a quick check of IDs had granted them access to Oscar’s room, where he had been left and they had been told to call a doctor or nurse should he wake up. Y/N pulled up the plastic chairs and sat next to Oscar’s bedside, as Mark excused himself to grab them both some coffee. She looked at Oscar and whispered, half choking on her words, voice cracking ‘Keep fighting, please Osc, I can’t lose you.’

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velvetcake96 · 2 months

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Oscar Pine Redesign/Rewrite

(Note: I do like Oscar how he is, he is my favorite character, but I wanted to do something fun because midterms are kicking my ass and if I have to use more brain cells towards my academics without a break I will lose it.)

So… I made him a fox Faunus, not only because we only have one in the main cast, but because it would be interesting. (And even more adorable)

He’s a little more imaginative here, while still carrying his sarcastic humor/streak. I decided to double up his fairytale inspirations with The Little Prince and his original Tip! I also added some actual pine green because not only does it look good with the orange but because HIS NAME IS OSCAR PINE! PINE!!

I also thought of the idea that he got his last name from his mother, a huntress who decided to retire when she gave birth to her only child, only to pass away after defending that son from a Grimm attack. Everything other than that is about the same, works on a farm, lives with his aunt, but has more respect for hunters/huntresses.

Okay, I get that his magic is supposed to be his semblance, but dang it, I wanna explore the possibility of him having a semblance but it going out of wack because of the sudden invasion of magic.

(The name is a work in progress.)

He got his semblance not long after he lost his mom, out of the wish to be able to save a couple of minutes with the people he cares about. (Also because I like the idea of semblances reflecting some kind of trauma idk call me a weird psychology major) When he stops time, he has to be touching someone or something so they can still move around.

Volume 6-9:

This is what boredom and the need for a break gets ya. Rwby fanart.

#rwby #rwby fanart #rwby art #rwby fanfiction #(?) kinda #rwby redesign #rwby rewrite #rwby headcanon #rwby au #rwby oscar pine #rwby oscar #oscar pine #gosh dang it velvet #I crawl out of my hole for this #I’m a little rusty when it comes to digital art #I haven’t done anything in months #also a moment of silence for Roster Teeth man… geez

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leclerc-s · 3 months

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track 004. vete a la fregada

─── ❝ te miré con alguien más, vete a la fregada ❞ ───

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isabellaperez pre-miami dump. local american boy is thrilled to be at his first home race.

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landonorris why does oscar get to be in a photo dump before me this year?

↳ isabellaperez because oscar's more tolerable than you

↳ oscarpiastri wow.

↳ isabellaperez sorry koa!

↳ oscarpiastri can you not call me koala? thanks.

↳ isabellaperez as long as you call me bella i'll call you koa.

maejones wow. we look great

↳ isabellaperez dump max and date me. please. i don't care if nonsense is about him

austinriley lookin' good

↳ arthur_leclerc just got the biggest biggest ick ever.

↳ dulceperez vete a la fregada pendejo

↳ danieljricciardo not-so-kindly fuck off. no one wants you here.

↳ charles_leclerc i can and will run you over with my car.

↳ maxverstappen1 "i hit you like bang"

↳ logansargeant i don’t even know you but i’ve heard many things. stay away or the war criminal will be sent after you

↳ user93 max is on twitter, he's seen the tweets

↳ user31 logan gets the way things work around here. love my fellow american

user49 i didn't know she was close to logan and oscar, guess she is.

user06 BABY LECLERC APPEARANCE! REJOICE!

↳ user85 i love how none of us know what baby leclerc looks like or what her name is.

↳ user06 natalia and charles are amazing parents and their friends are great too. they're keeping this secret for them because it's important to them.

lewishamilton when did you take that picture?

↳ isabellaperez oh, i've been holding onto that one for ages. figured this was the week to let the people see it.

user46 the williams boys look so happy.

she wasn't nervous, fuck max verstappen for thinking she was. isabella perez was not nervous to be seeing her asshole ex for the first time in months. so then why did she ignore his voice, that called out for her to stop? because she was late for a meeting with christian, that's why, not because she was nervous. okay, so maybe there was no meeting with christian but in her defense she was scared, not nervous. isabella picked up the pace when she heard his voice getting closer, failing to notice the boy in papaya standing in her path. she crashed into him, causing him to lose his balance, nearly toppling over.

"oh, shit, i am so sorry. i didn't see you," she quickly said. she turned to look back and noticed him getting closer and held her breath. oscar followed her line of sight, and noticed him, it was hard not to, his tank and tattoos made him hard to miss.

he approached them a smile on his face, "bella, how are you?"

isabella scowled, "my name is isabella, not bella."

austin laughed, as if he was catching up with an old friend, "you didn't mind before."

"i did, you just didn't seem to give fuck on what i minded or not."

"we need to go," oscar said, grabbing isabella's hand, "charles invited us for lunch, remember?"

"and you are?" austin questioned, not letting them make their escape just yet. oscar stared at him, "oscar piastri."

"oh, pastry boy," austin smirked, "you're not all that special. how's life treating you at mclaren? better than alpine?"

oscar pulled isabella back, noticing the girl was ready to throw a punch or two at austin. he didn't want to be the one to tell sergio that his niece needed to be bailed from jail for assaulting a guy. the perez girl was fuming at austin, but it wasn't anything oscar hadn't heard before. at this point, it was water off a duck's back.

"life's great at mclaren, thanks for asking. now, if you'll excuse us, we have to catch up with some friends. you do know what those are right? or do you not have any?"

austin opened his mouth to reply, but by the time he had found something to say the duo had left him behind. isabella was laughing loudly, still holding oscar's hand, while the boy was telling her something. they were off in their own world and austin wondered if there was more to them then they let on.

duckling god, i'm begging you, please make my feelings for this man go away.

paddock dad i told you so

duckling you know what seb, i don't need this right now. not when i'm facing feelings for a fucking koala and my shit ex is in miami at the grand prix

paddock dad HE'S WHAT? WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME?? NOW I WON'T BE ABLE TO BE IN MIAMI!

honey badger it was in the groupchat seb

paddock dad ISABELLA STAY AWAY FROM HIM

super max i think oscar has got us covered.

paddock dad what’s that supposed to mean?

duckling hey, should i start a red bull support group? like current drivers and former drivers?

honey badger please stop trying to change the subject, what’s this about you having feelings for oscar? and why the sudden epiphany?

duckling he held my hand

super max going back to the red bull support group thing, i vote no because then you’d have to include mark webber?? oscar’s manager?

duckling i forgot about him…🫢 but pierre and alex…

paddock dad i wish i could forget mark

duckling that answers seems a little fruity to me but okay.

honey badger MULTI 21 SEB!!!

paddock dad LET IT GO ALREADY! honey badger NEVER!

duckling are you sure the two of you didn’t date? there was so much tension between you two

paddock dad like you and oscar? super max i expected that sort of comment from daniel not seb

duckling besides what could possibly go wrong this weekend?

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redbullracing and for the second year in a row mr. worldwide isn't present at the miami grand prix. excuse me while i go cry. peep the picture of max being utterly in love with charles.

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📍redbullracing REJOICE SALTY SPICE HAS GIVEN UP ON TRYING TO CONTROL ME! MR.305 PLEASE COME TO THE VEGAS GRAND PRIX!!!

user84 wonder how many pitbull memes isabella has saved.

↳ redbullracing the limit does not exist.

nataliaruiz never seen someone as in love with charles as max is and charles is my boyfriend.

maejones someone remind max that he and charles have girlfriends

logansargeant i will never understand your love for pitbull

↳ redbullracing "this for everybody going through tough times. believe me, been there, done that."

danieljricciardo please stop playing pitbull in the garage.

↳ redbullracing no, you will appreciate pitbull or i'll start playing gasolina again.

↳ maxverstappen1 please don't i can't handle hearing the words, "zúmbale mambo pa' que mis gata' prendan los motore" again

↳ redbullracing and yet, you know the words.

↳ user90 never thought max verstappen would know the words to a daddy yankee song. this is peak humor.

↳ maxverstappen1 i don't know the words, i googled them and i pasted them in the comments

↳ redbullracing BOO! YOU WHORE!

user42 isabella terrorizing the red bull garage with pitbull and daddy yankee was not on my 2023 f1 bingo card

↳ isabellaperez they must learn to appreciate the music of my people.

↳ dulceperez we're mexican, pitbull is cuban and daddy yankee is puerto rican. they are not our people.

↳ isabellaperez you're right it's time to terrorize them with paquita.

↳ schecoperez canta le a austin rata de dos patas

↳ user31 damn that's foul.

user29 with every red bull post i am reminded why isabella is my favorite admin.

sebastian vettel someone want to tell me what the hell happened?

arthur leclerc OSCAR ALMOST THREW HANDS WITH AUSTIN

oscar piastri snitch, also, that's not true!

mae jones in oscar's defense, i almost bit someone's ankles and i genuinely think max almost punched someone.

max verstappen that is very true. that klootzak is so fucking lucky christian stopped me from punching his arrogant face.

sebastian vettel what happened?

dulce perez well, austin was being a dickhead and tried to get into the red bull garage and gp stopped him. which is when he started shouting like a maniac for my sister and she came out of the garage, which we all told her not to do, but she never listens, like always. bailey winters which is when, oscar, two garages down, heard the commotion and left his own garage, and saw austin stepping closer to isa, when he stood in front of her and told austin to leave, in the kindest way possible. but of course, he didn't, started calling isa his "sloppy seconds and a whore" mae jones then max, checo, danny, and christian, who were all in a meeting, stormed out of the red bull garage, because gp had told them what was happening, heard him say all this crap while oscar's yelling at austin to go away, still in the nicest way possible. max walked over, told him to fuck off and things really escalated when austin asked if isabella had slept with someone on the team to get her job. freya vettel that's when oscar and max really lost their shit, started screaming at him to get the fuck out of the red bull garage, he still didn't. christian is trying to get security but they were busy solving a different problem, so it took a while, danny and checo are trying to comfort isa, who's on the verge of tears. then max winds up ready to throw the first punch, christian sees this, grabs max and pulls him away, while oscar and austin are shouting at each other. lando norris that's also when someone let's arthur free, so this man barges out of the ferrari garage like a man on a mission and is the only one to touch austin. he pushes him out of the way tells him to get lost, curses him out in french, and that's when security finally escorts him away and this man is still shouting but security tells him to stop causing a disturbance or else they'll ban him forever. that's when he shut up.

sebastian vettel arthur pushed someone? that's the part of the story i find hardest to believe.

arthur leclerc ok it's not like an asshole shows up at every race and starts shit with my best friend.

arthur leclerc and if charles has a bloody nose, it wasn't me. but he did hold me back and was met with an elbow to the face. charles leclerc a mistake on my part truly.

max verstappen my only regret is not punching that klootzak.

sebastian vettel isa, are you okay? how are you doing?

isabella perez i'm hanging out with little jewel, that's the best form of therapy. look at that cutie. who can stay sad around her?

oscar piastri you should get a dog.

dulce perez we should get her to go to therapy first. then she can get a dog.

isabella perez i'm fine. it's not like i almost had a panic attack in front of everyone? oh wait... i did.

sebastian vettel isabella, you should go to therapy. maybe that will help you conquer your fear of falling in love again.

isabella perez i'm don't have a fear of falling in love. daniel jones-ricciardo you do. max verstappen you do.

sebastian vettel we can't keep being your therapists

isabella perez uh, yes you can?

daniel jones-ricciardo go to therapy isa.

OLLIE!

i'm not going to be your therapist isabella.

that's not what i was going to ask you

yes, you were. can't you go bother arthur? your best friend? or dulce, your sister?

arthur's telling me to get therapy. i don't need therapy. dulce's annoying, don't tell her i said that, she'd kill me.

yes, you do. based on what i've read, you have a crush on oscar and don't want to admit it because your ex messed up the way you receive love.

okay, when did this become a call out isabella session?

what were you going to ask me?

do you think i should get a dog?

you can barely talk about your feelings, what makes you think you can be responsible for another life?

at least it's not a child

please, do not have a child.

why would i need to have a child when i have you?

ollie bearman i think isabella just became my grid mom??

arthur leclerc what the fuck???

strikethrough means i couldn't tag you

¡leclerc-s speaks! yeah, i tried making austin the biggest asshole i possibly could. kinda hate him and i wrote his character. this has been sitting in my drafts for a full week already but i just didn't think it was good enough, but oh well.

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pedge-stuff · 10 months

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accident (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

poll winner! eat up, 54.5% of you. (and, thank you!) if you wanna influence the next thing too… my asks are open…

a/n: same vague universe as “marked," as always.

summary: he can’t lose you.

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You're kind of a sight.

Hunched in the hospital hallway, in your Calvins and socks and nothing more. The Emergency Room of New York Presbyterian is dangerously overcrowded, people streaming in and out of curtained-off rooms emitting beeping alarms and low moans.

Some nurse had fixed a sling across your shoulder, tucked an industrial icepack against the pulsing swell of your collarbone, wiped some blood from your face and side and hands, and then left you on the bed. Your phone is gone— laying somewhere on the Brooklyn Bridge, probably.

It hurts. Really hurts, now that shock and adrenaline have given way to a bone-weary exhaustion. No drugs yet, haven’t even been seen by a fucking doctor— the pile-up was extensive, whole ER crowded with bloodied and bruised passengers.

Seems like it's just your collarbone that's broken. At least, it feels broken. The nurse touched it, hissed, and muttered something about an x-ray before he was off running towards an urgent-sounding beeping down the hall. Pain radiates up and down your left arm.

Over an hour now, just sitting on a cot in the hallway. The dinner should be half over by now. You wonder, halfheartedly, how mad Pedro is. How long he waited outside the Museum of Natural History before giving up and going into the charity benefit by himself. Oscar and Elvira were supposed to be there, so at least he wouldn't be completely alone. But, still. You couldn't give him a heads-up without a phone.

Eyes closed against the bright fluorescents, you attempt some deep breaths, concentrating on the bite of the plastic ice against your bare skin. No idea when they’ll let you leave, but you’re fantasizing about going the fuck home. Seems like maybe a lot of things need to happen between now and then.

“— there, fuck.” A familiar voice, close.

Blinking, you wonder for a second if you are hallucinating. A familiar head of brown-and-grey curls is bobbing and weaving down the hallway. You catch flashes of the emerald suit that was hanging on the closet door this morning, fresh from the dry cleaners.

Pedro may as well be floating, with the speed he reaches you. How the hell?

You barely have time to register his presence before there are warm hands on your cheek, your neck, the back of your head.

"Oh, thank god. Jesus christ." Pedro is looking you up and down frantically. You realize you don’t really know what you look like right now. Covered in goosebumps, cold and a little numb and very exposed. Possibly a little bloodier than the last time you saw him.

“What are you doing here?” It is the only question you can think to ask, though it feels like a really stupid thing to say.

He busies himself with kissing your face. Panic-stricken, feather-light things, all along your brow line and the bridge of your nose. Your cheeks are still cradled in his large palms.

When he pulls back, Pedro's eyes are glossy. His mouth opens and closes, like he doesn't quite trust himself to speak, dragging in a shaky inhale. "Baby I’m your next of kin. The police called and said you'd been in an accident. Said you were at Presbyterian, couldn't tell me how serious it was, if you were still—" Voice cracking, he squeezes his eyes shut, slow tears trailing from the corners of his eyes.

Your cheeks are suddenly cold as he pulls back to scrub at his own. "Sorry," Pedro whispered. "I was really fucking scared. Jesus. The Uber was driving so slow, and I was worried that we would get here and it would be too late. Or that it was already too late, and I didn't even know."

It is your hand to cup his cheek, with the hand not currently strapped and elevated. "It's okay. I'm okay, we're okay. Everything is okay." You brush a thumb across his cheekbone.

"You're not okay," he sniffs mournfully. Suddenly, Pedro pulls back, looking you over again. "What's the damage?" There is a frantic quality to his examination, eyes wide, brow furrowed.

“I think my collarbone’s broken, otherwise just cuts and bruises. Seatbelt did it." He hisses, inspecting the sling without daring touch it. "I don't really know what's going on— it seems like some people got really hurt."

You remember, at the last second, to act 27 though you very much feel 17. Square your throbbing shoulders, alert. It’s something you are maybe a little too conscious of: the jailbait soulmate.

It lasts all of ten seconds— a replaced hand in your hair tips you forward, gently, until your forehead is pressed against his starch-shirted stomach. Warm fingers rub the nape of your neck, migrate down the length of your bare spine.

Involuntarily, you shiver. "Baby, where are your clothes?"

"I don't even know, at this point. The nurse was supposed to bring back like a gown or something, but that was over an hour ago." Before you've finished speaking, he is shrugging off his suit jacket, careful as he drapes it over your slung shoulder.

Your brain is slowly catching up to the absurdity of the circumstances. "Pedge, did you leave the dinner?"

He gapes at you. "Of course I left the dinner, are you insane?"

"You were supposed to be speaking!"

"You are in the hospital. There is nothing more important to me, sweetheart, and no way in hell I would stay at that stupid dinner knowing you were here." You pull yourself away, reluctantly and slow, to sit up. Pedro thumbs your jawline, tilting your head up slightly, so that you meet his eyes.

"I love you," he says softly. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you. I don’t want to know.”

Chaos continues around you. Other patients are waiting for other nurses, crowded on other cots, with other broken extremities. But none of them could possibly be as lucky.

At your insistence, Pedro gingerly takes a seat beside you on the bed. Your legs bump where they hang off the side. Pressing your uninjured side against his, you sit, and wait.

Still half-naked and exposed, unmedicated, exhausted, but at peace.

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